It was at this point that I first began to believe that my mother might actually let me fuck her.I reached down and cupping my hand under her pussy li...ter her up a few inches. With my other hand I pulled down my zipper. The sound of it seemed to shake her out of her sexual frenzy and in a small, pleading voice she said "No." But it was more of a request than an order.I said, "Mom, we've both been drinking. In the morning neither of us will even remember what happened."This rationalization must. We would walk to the club no matter what the weather, just a light coat over the top. I would lead him around the bar with a leash, the guys would spank his ass and slap his cock, and Brian would sit on the floor by my feet, worshipping me. He was such a good slave.At the club, I met a small group of enthusiasts, which would put on bondage parties and dinners to learn and exchange ideas. (Like Tupperware parties.)In the beginning, our small group consisted of one other Dominatrix, Diane with. We sat on stools at the bar, Kat perched on the edge of her's, again wearing sheer black stockings. But this time with strappy high heels, and a japanese style figure hugging red dress with dragon/flower stitching on. Kat told me the rule for the night now was no work talk, to which I agreed and we started small talk again. All of a sudden Kat brought up the couple in the next room to her's again and out of the blue asked me if I was turned on by listening to them. I couldn't lie and said yes,. ” Then she raised her hand from my pecker with more of my precum coating it and asked me if I wanted a taste of it. I licked off some of it and swallowed it. It tasted as good to me as it always had before. Edna enjoyed the rest of it while beginning to slowly pump my prick with her other hand. I continued enjoying kissing and sucking her sweet tits. We were both writhing around a bit in ecstasy and emitting some soft moans and groans as we enjoyed the moment. Edna increased the tempo of her.