I got her to her bedroom and sat her down and she just lay backwards ... lots of funny discussion all along the way and I was laughing my head off thr...ugh most of this. “Ok, mom, time to get you into bed now,” I remember saying. “can’t” was her reply...”why not?”... “can’t get these buttons undone” ... of course she didn’t have on a blouse that buttoned, but a pullover sweater so that may have made it more difficult. Ok, I figured, get her shoes and socks, top and slacks off and let her sleep. I was on the point of making a somewhat sarcastic response to this - the old 'lets introduce our friendly lesbian to their closeted one' ploy was not guaranteed to work in all circumstances, I felt - but luckily was saved from doing so by the entrance of Colin, one of the partners in the architects practice upstairs. Which I guess was just as well ... not that I thought I deserved the confidence they'd expressed, but I couldn't really see much point in disillusioning them just at that moment.So. I made no attempt to start anything, as I was content to just curl up to her and snore off.I woke up with a hard-on that I could have poked through a wall and I reached out to grab Mum and found that she was gone. I climbed out of bed and headed, bare-arsed. Down-stairs and found her doing washing in the laundry. She was fully dressed and looking hot and harassed, as she always did when doing washing, and I knew that my chances of a fuck were minimal, still I had to try,"What are you doing down. ”“It is my duty now to obey and perform sexually for you and the other members of the Wives and Daughters Swap Club. I will do my best to please you and the other members,” Natalie said, in a soft submissive voice. The previously innocent divorcee, now being controlled by her altered state programming, would do anything they asked.Edwin was now finished with Natalie for the time being. He got off the bed and, while putting on his clothes, he said, “You can get up now.”Natalie eased her nude.