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We had just had a fairly frank discussion about ourselves and all we really did was open more doors than we closed. We were both in robes in the kitchen, sitting and sipping coffee. Both thinking and as my wheels turned in my head I simply had too many questions to just sit quietly.

*quot;Mom, you have a submissive streak and also a dominant streak. Are they interchangeable?*quot;

She just looked at me like I was from outer space.

*quot;You like it when I sometimes take control and instead of me asking you to do something I order you to do it. It makes your pussy very wet at those times. But I also noticed you flared back at me when I kind of got into it and took the dominant role.*quot;

*quot;How do you mean Son? I'm not sure I'm following you.*quot;

*quot;Well when I first took you out riding the bike. I took charge and you fell right into the routine. I told you what I wanted you to do and you did it, even though you didn't really want to, you did it and it clearly turned you on.*quot;

*quot;Yes, I came when you made me strip out there on that overpass. I have always wanted to be made to do things like that, expose myself and things like that but have never had the courage to do anything by myself. It was actually a relief when you were making me do it, because I wanted to but was always being held back by my inner fears. You released me that night.*quot;

*quot;But when I got into the role of bad assed biker and said you were my bitch, you blanched, and almost went into dominating.*quot;

*quot;No, Son, I didn't. What happened was that you caught me off guard, but you handled it well. I admit I can be a bitch at times, but never with you. It's not really a name I relish being called, even if it is just biker slang. I think if you want to call me your bitch when we are into the biker thing I could even like it, but the very first time anyone else does, watch out!*quot;

I laughed because I knew where she was coming from. It's like the old bugaboo of relatives, I can smack him and we fight, no problem, you smack him and we all fight! I understood.

*quot;Well that's not gonna be a problem any more Mom, cause I'm just going to call you what you actually are and that's going to be that!*quot;

She gave me the eye and with a raised eyebrow asked,*quot;Oh yeah, well let's just hear you call me your new name for me and we'll see if I like it or not!*quot;

There she went, daring me, I could sense the subtle change as she slipped toward that dominant role. I was a little taken aback as she did it because I didn't think even she realized that she had made the transition until I looked at her.

Her face got a little pink and she just said,*quot;Oops, I guess that was a good example of what you were saying earlier?*quot; She had said it as a question and I got it, she simply was just now recognizing what she was doing.

*quot;Yes, Mother, that was exactly what I was referring to earlier!*quot;

*quot;Okay, so I can flip-flop back and forth, I don't mean too really, it's just that I've had to assume so many roles raising you and working that I guess I kinda get confused sometimes!*quot;

She chuckled and shook her head.

*quot;I want to call you a name, Mother, because I cannot call you Mother when we are out and about, not even among other bikers that are pretty loose bunch on a whole.*quot;

*quot;Oh.*quot;

*quot;We are going to need to come up with acceptable alternatives for when we are out and around others and we need to practice so that there are no slip ups.*quot;

She just looked at me in a more serious way.

*quot;I love you.*quot; I said it out loud to her as I had before.

*quot;I love you too... Son.*quot;

*quot;See, that's exactly what I mean, you can't do that when we are out with other people!*quot; I was trying to make an example here.

*quot;I know, but I do love you, and it'll be hard not to just say it no matter where we are or who we're around!*quot;

*quot;Don't you think I know that?*quot; I stated flatly.

Her robe had opened slightly and those breasts were plainly visible. Mother had some good cleavage and I got ogling it! She giggled.

*quot;Damn Son, if you want to see my tits, all you have to do is ask and I'll drop the robe!*quot;

*quot;Okay Mom, I'm asking.*quot; I waggled my eyebrows at her as usual.

She just pulled the sash to release the slip knot and shrugged her shoulders a little allowing the robe to drop off her and slide down her back to the seat. She was bare-chested now and I was looking directly at her tits.

*quot;I'd of thought that you'd seen them often enough that you wouldn't want to look at them as much. Mine aren't that big and have started the inevitable journey south so I just don't see why you are so fascinated.*quot;

*quot;Mother, you are my Mother, and that one little fact alone makes the sight desirable for me, but you also underestimate your appeal as a woman. You have wonderful full breasts that are still perky and have two of the most attractive nipples I've ever seen on any woman and I'm including all of the Playboy bunnies in that statement.*quot;

She perked up a bit and slowly drew her shoulders back thrusting her breasts out at me a little more. I ankara escort loved seeing my Mother naked and I had just told her why.

*quot;You're prejudiced, but I like it!*quot; was her retort.

*quot;So the name I picked is well used and by lot's of people for lot's of reasons, most of which are affection and not as a derogatory term.*quot;

*quot;Okay, so what is it?*quot;

*quot;First I have to explain that for me it certainly doesn't mean what it implies and I need to tell you that and try to make you understand that the very first time I started to use this term I couldn't. I substituted bitch instead.*quot;

*quot;Wow, this one must be bad if you'd rather refer to me as a bitch than say it!*quot;

She was really wanting to hear it now.

*quot;No, no, Mother it isn't that bad a word or a name, but it might be taken by you to mean something other than what I am going to use it for.*quot;

*quot;What?*quot;

She was ready or so she thought.

*quot;Okay, but remember it's a word describing a relationship and not an attack or derogatory term.*quot;

*quot;Will you just spit it out for God's sake!*quot;

*quot;I want to call you my wife... my Mother... but I can't so I am forced to use a substitute word... and I chose... Oldlady.*quot;

Mom just stared at me for a few seconds.

*quot;You're my old lady.*quot;

She smiled and I knew it would be alright for me to call her that. I had really worried that she would take it wrong and think I was saying she was old. I didn't even want that thought to ever cross her mind.

She chuckled and my eyes were immediately drawn to her jiggling breasts.

*quot;Oh no you don't! If you're having a thought of even kissing me... you ain't gonna do it in here again... hell, I'm so sore from last night I can't hardly stand it!*quot; she was holding her hand up in a stop sign and got up off the chair.

Now I chuckled and said, *quot;Well, you are my oldlady... and I do want sex of every kind... so... if you want to be in a bed, you'd better run fast!*quot;

She turned and scampered down the hall and into her room with me hot on her tail pinching her ass as we went.

We piled into bed and I went straight for her juicy pussy. As I was making a nice desert of her mound she started talking to me.

*quot;Oh baby, I love to have your tongue in me, or your cock, but mostly I love knowing you want me sexually.*quot;

I just, *quot;Ummmmm, Hummm'ed*quot; in her mound and kept licking deep strokes.

*quot;You have no idea how badly I wanted you to come into my room some nights when you were in high school and just ravish me. I wanted you so badly I could have just screamed and you hardly noticed me. I wanted to suck you off every night!*quot;

She squirmed a little as my tongue worked over her clit once or twice.

*quot;Oh baby, that feels so wonderful!*quot;

Her legs rose into the air and she put her feet on my shoulders.

*quot;Baby, I hated it when you went out with other girls from school. I was so jealous of those bitches, they were where I wanted to be and got the attention from you that I wanted. When you went to try to buy your car I dressed almost obscenely trying to get your attention and it worked, but not the way I intended for it to.*quot;

I raised my head at that and said quickly, *quot;Mother, you had my attention before we got into your car. You know I like looking at your body and you weren't leaving much to the imagination that day even though you were fully clothed!*quot;

*quot;Well it did help you get the car. That fat assed salesman pawed me several times while you were on your drive. He pinched my nipples so hard I thought he was trying to pop them off!*quot;

*quot;Jesus Christ, I wish I had know that then!*quot;

*quot;No you don't because you'd of been pissed and you wouldn't have got the deal you did!*quot;

I went back to sucking her open labia and thinking how much I owed her, for everything.

She moaned and said, *quot;I just love the way you do that and how it feels different when you move from the outer lips to the smaller inner ones. You know how to make a woman feel good!*quot;

*quot;It's you Mother, I love your taste and smell. I love everything about you. Have you had a lot of men go down on you over the years Mom?*quot;

*quot;Well, this is not a subject I thought I'd ever be discussing with my own Son, but yes I have had a few and not all of them enjoyed it as much as you either.*quot;

I concentrated on her clit then and soon she was panting and hunching. I slid two fingers into her as I sucked hard on her clit and as I sawed in and out she came loudly.

I withdrew my fingers and raised up so she could watch me stick them in my mouth and suck her ample juices off of them.

*quot;God, that's so hot Son!*quot;

*quot;Would you like it better if those were Pamela's fingers and it was her that was sucking your hot juice off of them?*quot;

Mom moaned and I had my answer.

*quot;When did you first know you might like other women Mom?*quot;

*quot;Well for me there was no college, not much of anything really except the farm and then the city and your Father. When we separated, that was when you were just five, my sister Fran came and stayed with escort ankara us. She was a great help for both of us. We did everything together and one thing led to another and... that's how it was.*quot;

*quot;So you got hot and heavy with aunt Fran?*quot;

*quot;You make it sound so shitty and it wasn't. Fran was, is, more oriented toward girls than men. She can't help it and you know how people are, so we tried to cover it up by going out together with men on double dates. Of course it didn't work out well and so she suffered a lot. I felt bad for her and then we just sort of started staying home together. You would go to bed and we would watch TV together and one thing led to another and pretty soon we were sleeping together.*quot;

*quot;Wow! Aunt Fran... who knew?*quot;

*quot;When some talk started around about us being lesbians... Fran just took off. I came home from work and the next door neighbor was with you in the old apartment remember? Fran had just packed up and taken off without saying anything. I found a note later under my pillow that said she didn't want to drag me into her life and that she thought leaving would be best.*quot;

*quot;So aunt Fran left because there was talk going around about you and her?*quot;

*quot;Yes.*quot; she said this like it was something bitter in her mouth and she hated the taste of it as it came out.

I moved up the bed and lay alongside Mom while she talked. I rubbed along her arm but knew better than to get frisky while she was telling the story.

*quot;I haven't seen her in 14 years and all because of a jealous SOB that I wouldn't let in my bed. Asshole!*quot; Mom was tearing up a little now.

*quot;Were you in love with aunt Fran?*quot;

*quot;Son, there's love and then there's love. I naturally loved my sister, she's two years younger than me. I love her as a sister, and I loved her as a lover. She was so soft and gentle, warm and tender, and she was never rough or hurried so there was a lot of difference in her and most men I've ever known.*quot;

*quot;She was a good lover then?*quot;

Mom looked me in the eyes and said,*quot;The best.*quot;

I guess my face showed disappointment at that because she added,*quot;The best woman lover I've ever had and you my Son, are the very best man I've ever had!*quot;

I felt better and I kissed her.

*quot;The most turned on I ever used to get was when I would find a pictorial in Playboy of two women. Like I told you I always put your face on one of the women, it got me so hot thinking you would want to be with another woman and I don't know why, but it did.*quot;

*quot;Well now you know your fantasy came true, and you just never were able to witness it. I'm not really sorry you never saw your aunt and I together Son.*quot;

*quot;Oh Mother, I have to tell you that this is probably so much better because it was, is, a fantasy and now I have three faces to work with.*quot;

*quot;Three?*quot;

*quot;Yes, there's you of course... aunt Fran... and Pamela.*quot;

*quot;Pamela! What in the hell makes you think she's leaning that way?*quot;

Mom was up on an elbow now looking down at me and I had lain back to talk. Her hand absently began the gentle rubbing motion over my chest and on each stroke it moved lower and lower toward my hard as an iron spike cock. It didn't take but just a few strokes for her fingers to wrap around her prize and the strokes became much shorter and more firm.

*quot;Easy. First you were in your robe, right?*quot;

*quot;Yes.*quot;

*quot;When the doorbell rang you answered and George was on the porch step, but Pam was over to the side in the flower bed, right?*quot;

Yes.*quot;

*quot;Well there you go then.*quot;

*quot;I don't see how where they were standing has anything to do with Pam leaning toward women!*quot;

*quot;Mother! Think about it a second, George was the puppeteer and you and Pam were his puppets.*quot;

*quot;That's ridiculous! George never had me do anything and her certainly didn't tell me to do anything and other than the introduction to Pam he never spoke to her at all!*quot;

*quot;Didn't need too. It must have been a pre arranged scene that they rehearsed before and you just fell right into your part. Actually your being in your robe was the topping on the cake for Pam.*quot;

*quot;Okay, I'm still missing your point so you'll have to explain it better.*quot;

She just leaned her body down and her hot moist mouth devoured my cock all in one smooth motion. I gasped and took a second to relish in the sheer pleasure of her action.

*quot;Mother, I am just a chip off the old block because what you're doing feels absolutely fabulous!*quot;

Her head began a slow movement as her tongue started the Millie swirl as I had come to call it. It was something that only she had ever done to me and it made my legs go stiff and my stomach rigid!

I tried to continue, *quot;Well George has been here before and knew how tall Pam is, so he told her to stand off to the side of the porch so that if you were wearing a skirt she would get a good view up it and maybe see your pussy but at least get a shot of your panties.*quot;

Mom groaned on my dick and I felt it in my soul!

*quot;George also stepped back making you come out onto ankara escort bayan the porch to greet Pam, and Pam knew to not reach out to you with her hand but make you come to her. When you bent down to shake Pam's hand she got a really good look at your nice full breasts and the hard as rocks nipples. I'm just guessing but I'll bet George was bent a little forward from where he stood and got a nice close look at your spread cheeks and maybe your asshole too.*quot;

Mom's lips tightened on me then and she really sucked hard. Her head bobbed up and down as she wrapped her fingers around the base and started jacking me at the same time. I went over quick! My eyesight flashed white and my whole body tensed as I came hot spurts of spunk shot off into my Mother's expert mouth.She never missed a beat and kept right up with the jerks of my pelvis as I came. Her mouth stayed on me as I calmed and she gently slowed her finger jacking movements.

As soon as her mouth left my cock I heard her swallow once and then, *quot;You really think they are devious enough to plan shit like that? I mean he's her Father for Christ's sake!*quot;

*quot;Yes he is and he's probably fucked her a million times and I'll bet he's even sucked his spunk from her almost every time, and maybe that's why she likes being eaten out! Maybe she want's to have another woman suck her pussy and it's just possible she's fixated on you Mother!*quot;

*quot;Jesus H. Christ!*quot;

*quot;I'm going to bet that she's had her Dad's dick shoved down her throat about as often as she's been fucked and I'll also bet that at least a few of those times his daddy dick had just come from her pussy... and it's just possible that's where her taste for pussy came from.*quot;

*quot;From her own fucking Father?*quot;

*quot;Now, now, Mother, let's not get hypocritical here!*quot; I said it as I chuckled at her reaction.

*quot;Oh fuck! You know damn good and well what I meant!*quot;

*quot;Yeah, I guess I did, but you have to admit that it's the best explanation for what happened with them, and if I'm right it won't be the last time it happens either!*quot;

*quot;Oh shit, I hadn't thought about that!*quot;

*quot;That leaves us with some decisions to make and plans based on those decisions.*quot;

*quot;Like what?*quot;

*quot;Well, for one do you want to expose yourself to Pam? Would you like to set up an opportunity for her to touch you or possibly fondle you? Would you like to set up a situation to be able to touch Pam or fondle her? How far do you want to go and how would you like to proceed?*quot;

*quot;I see what you mean.*quot;

*quot;There's more. I also think Pam is submissive, perhaps even more so than you are, and so is George.*quot;

*quot;What makes you think that?*quot;

*quot;Well, he acted pretty submissive when he suggested you let him suck your pussy full of cum. He must still think you have a boyfriend and he has no idea how jealous your boyfriend might be. Pam is submissive as she did exactly as George told her to do. George probably set the whole scene up for Pam. They're both submissive to each other.*quot;

*quot;Makes sense to me baby.*quot;

*quot;So now what we need to do is to figure out what you want to do or how you would like to proceed. Obviously I would like to keep our relationship under wraps at least until we find out about George and Pam first. If they can be controlled then it could turn out to be a lot of fun for us Mother, but if they cannot, it could turn out to be disastrous too!*quot;

*quot;Yes, I can see where it could go wrong pretty quickly too.*quot;

*quot;So Mother, are you open to having Pamela come after you or would you rather be the aggressor?*quot;

*quot;I'm not by nature an aggressive person and surely not when it comes to women. Your aunt seduced me over a period of months!*quot;

*quot;All right then, you're going to need to allow her to come on to you and when she does you need to allow her to succeed in touching or fondling you, but you must refrain from returning the favor at first anyway.*quot;

*quot;Yes, I can do that, but what about George?*quot;

*quot;Well I think George will take care of himself when you have Pamela under control.*quot;

*quot;You really think so?*quot;

*quot;What other choice will he have? He can't very well put up too much of a protest, she's of age and free to chose for herself. What can he do?*quot;

*quot;Seems cruel and I'm sure you wouldn't like it if she did the same to me and you!*quot;

*quot;Your right of course, except for one thing and that is that you nor I have tried to fuck with Pamela or George. We haven't sought out their home and tried to set them up for our pleasure.*quot;

*quot;Yes, that's right.*quot;

*quot;Well I'm for leaving things alone like you say, unless either one of them tries anything else. The plan is for you and I to concentrate on our getting the ranch and not allowing anyone else to catch on to our loving relationship. That's our main goal. If George or Pam start interfering in that then we'll need to do something then.*quot;

Mom rolled over on the bed and stretched out, groaning as she did. I knew last night's sex had made her sore and I needed to fix it. I kissed her shoulder and started to massage her shoulders at the base of her neck. Gentle orbital muscle massage. Her head drooped and she moaned in approval of my actions. I rose to my knees to allow me better access and really got into the action. I wanted to relax her as well as please her.