*** This is a continuation of my Fall From Grace - A Mother's Story series. After successfully breaking the resistance of my selfish, self centered, cruel mother, it is now time to train her to be the mother I want her to be. I figured since I have the chance to train her into whatever I want, why stop at just "loving and supportive", when I can take her all the way to "always available mommy slut"? In lesson one, I discussed creating the proper environment to learn. In lesson two, I explored her limits. In lesson3, I reinforced mom's training through associating clothing choices with sexual pleasure. In this lesson, I continue to expand my mother's horizons by teaching her how to play well with others. I hope you enjoy. ***
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Lesson 3: Playing Well With Others
As we rush out of the mall, I can see how overwhelmed my mother is. Her ample chest is heaving as she pants from her exertion and her recent overpowering orgasm. Her face is red from pleasure and the sudden realization of what she just did. Her face is also shining from the wetness of Beth's cum all over her face. I get hard all over again, thinking of my mother, face deep in Beth's pussy. My mother, who until today, never even considered eating another woman's pussy. In fact, she often judgmentally called lesbians "dykes", who are immoral.
I can't help rubbing it in and I tell her, "So, I guess you are a dyke now." She blushes BRIGHT red and slaps me on the arm, as we continue to rush out the exit door and approach my Range Rover in the parking garage. I reach under her skirt and my fingers slip easily into her wet, recently fucked pussy. I continue, "Oh don't deny it mom. The proof is ALLLLL over your face." I laugh as she reaches up to touch her face, and realizes how wet her face is with Beth's cum. I feel her pussy CLENCH around my fingers as a sudden rush of shame and excitement shoot through her.
As she clenches around my fingers, I start to more forcefully fuck them in and out of her. I feel her spread her legs wider as she leans forward against the Rover. I look around and see that no one is around, so I push her face down over the hood of the SUV. I hear her gasp, and she spreads her legs even wider, to give me better access. "Mmmmm, you want me to fuck you right here, don't you mom? You want EVERYONE to see me fucking the shameless dyke, who eats pussy in the Victoria's Secret dressing room... Don't you mom?"
"God YESSSS... fuck me NOWWW," she growls.
I flip up her skirt and thrust into her in one quick, almost violent thrust. I hear her YELP, as I crush her hips and thighs against the fender of the SUV. I start to hammer into her, hard and fast. I can actually hear the metal of the fender flex and bounce back with each brutal thrust.
She SCREAMS out, "FUCKKKKKKKKK YESSSS," as she cums so hard that I hear her finger nails SCRATCHING over the paint of the Rover's hood. There is something so fucking hot about that, and it pushes me right over the edge, and I cum explosively inside her.
It couldn't have been more than a few minutes, but it seems much longer, when I realize that we are very exposed in the parking garage. I SMACK mom on the naked ass and tell her, "Get up... We got to get out of here before someone calls a cop." She startles at that thought, and almost runs around the SUV to get in her side. I quickly drive us away, both of us panting like we ran a marathon, and looking for the tell tale flashing blue lights, that must be on the way to deal with the sexual deviants.
When we are far enough away from the mall, we both look at each other and burst out laughing. "Oh my GOD, you should have seen your face mom," I tell her.
"You are SUCH an asshole," she kids back, as she punches me in the arm.
"I'm an asshole? Like it was MY fault? I believe it was YOU who said, "Fuck me NOWWWW"", I tell her, imitating the desperate tone of her voice when she said it, and laugh again. She blushes again and joins me, as we laugh at ourselves.
As our laughter winds down, I get serious and tell her, "It is nice to see you laugh mom. I can't remember ever seeing you laugh when I was a kid. Actually, I can't remember a single time when I saw you happy."
I see a remorseful look cross her face, as she admits, "I can't remember any either. I guess I was not a very happy person. I guess I was not a very pleasant person to be around."
I feel like I should contradict her and tell her something to make her feel better. I stop myself though. I owe her better, so I tell her the truth, "You are right. You were terrible to be around. I hated to be around you and I couldn't wait to leave. But it is not too late to turn things around. I think you have to agree that we are in a completely different place now. I mean, in the last week alone: You had your first orgasm from fucking. You gave more blow jobs, than you did in the first 38 years of your life. You masturbated in a dressing room. You fucked like a rabbit, in public even. And you became a dyke..." I can barely get that out before bursting into laughter again.
"ASSHOLE," she screams at me and punches my arm again, as she bursts into laughter also. She collapses against my side, wraps her arms around me, and nuzzles her face in my neck.
Even though this is making it hard to drive, I do not want to break this tender loving moment. But I can't help ribbing her one last time. I make a show of sniffing her hair and face, and tell her, "DAMN, you reek of pussy... Who have you been rubbing your face inside of?"
"You are SUCH an asshole," she says again as she hits me once again in my arm. I realize that her tiny little fist are sharp, especially when she keeps hitting me in the same place. I smile, knowing I deserve it, and that I am soooo going to make her pay, when Beth comes over later.
When we get home, I send my mother off to occupy herself for the next couple of hours, until Beth comes over. Before leaving her to her own thoughts, I tell her, "For the next few hours, I don't want you touching that naughty cunt of yours mom. Don't clean it. Don't even touch it. I want you to feel my sticky cum inside you and drooling out of you. I want you to think about what you did to Beth and how desperately you needed to fuck after. I want you to think about what Beth will want you to do to her, when she gets here. I want you to think about what Beth will want to do to you. But don't you dare touch yourself.