“I try,” you respond. “Now let me suck these beautiful fucking tits.”She sighs. “Proper mama’s boy, aren’t you?” she says, dismounting...your cock. She points to the toilet. “Sit.”“I’m not sitting–”“You want these tits in your mouth, yes? So be a good boy and do what I say.”You’ve had control for long enough that you’re happy to relinquish it, but this feels too nasty – even for you. That said…how long ago was it that you’d considered jerking off on that very same toilet?“You’re disgusting,” you. He whimpered. “I said quiet!” she growled, slapping the whip carefully against his balls.Setting it aside, she stood on the bed over him. The stilettos made it difficult, especially when she lifted one and placed it in his mouth. “Suck,” she demanded.After he did, she removed them and lowered onto his chest. She secured the collar to him. “You’re mine,” she muttered. “As pathetic as you are. Say it!”“I’m yours, Mistress.”“Now suck my cock, Krissy,” pushing the head between his lips. She fucked. I guess better late than never!”“So can I be naked when your friends come over?” She said to test him.I could see in my father’s face she was testing him, but he said, “Yep, anytime.”I looked at my mother’s face and I think he might have called her bluff which made me have a chuckle.“What are you laughing at?” my dad said.“I think you called Mama’s bluff, so I think you might have to force her to be naked.”“Is that so?” With a nervous laugh she said, “Yes, because they are OUR friends, they. Wishing as if some genie from a kids' movie would appear and magic him back into my life. Back into my life, back into my heart and back into my bed. Momentarily angry that life wouldn’t allow me to have the two men I so wanted, daydreaming about parallel universes where I could have my cake and eat it. Wondering what life would have been like in my magical parallel universe, if I had gone to California with Chris.I’d shared with my wonderful daughter about the guilt and confusion I felt at.