"I can't believe that little bitch gave you those clothes for free," Gwen says with pure shock in her voice.
"That's what you take from today? The free clothes, nothing else sticks out in your mind?" Michelle asks her daughter as she accelerates her car away from the traffic light.
"Well, of course, other things stick out, but I am just kind of jealous is all, I would've fucked him if I knew free clothes were involved."
"Oh my God, and you call me the whore."
"Mom, you want to be called the whore." Gwen sternly responds.
"You're right," Michelle says with a shrug. "I don't know what the hell is going on with me."
"Are you okay?"
"What the fuck, Gwen, no I am not okay. I just spent the afternoon licking my daughter's cunt then letting some freaky little goth guy put his dick in me. I let my husband fuck other women, I like to be abused and well...well...well...fuck, I forgot where I was going with all this."
Gwen reaches out and squeezes her mother's arm. "I am sorry for what I did to you."
"Why? Why be sorry, I could've stopped you. I had a small voice in me saying to stop, but then I have another one screaming to do it. I am losing my fucking mind." Michelle says as she angrily slaps the steering wheel as another red traffic light catches her.
"You're fighting against yourself mom, and you are trying too hard to classify this life you're creating. You are struggling to keep certain aspects hidden and, at the same time, wanting it all to be out there for all to see. You want to be the property of daddy and yet want to be a total slut whore. You are trying to juggle too much at once. I support you in this new endeavor, but I don't want to see you lose your mind over it either."
"Wow, I well... I didn't know you understood what was going on this well. I honestly feel better having heard someone else shed light on this." A small tear rolls down the cheek of the frustrated married mom as the words of her daughter touch her deeply. "I cannot believe how fucked up I have made things though that what you said was endearing and made sense." Michelle laughs as she wipes her cheek.
"Well yeah, things are a bit outside the box for us."
"Do you really want to fuck your daddy?" Michelle point-blank asks her daughter.
"I think so, and I think I want you to set it up," Gwen says with a grin on her face as she thinks about what it would be like to be with her daddy.
Michelle quietly reflects on the idea of playing a sexual matchmaker for her husband and daughter. She is hesitant even though she knows she wants to accept the plan as it turns her on. The idea of it being one of the first naughty images that flashed through the mother's mind when this all started. Still, facing the reality of it, causing the mother/wife to hesitate as to whether she could logically take that next step.
That night as the family sat around the table eating a lovingly prepared meal, Michelle smiles at each and everyone one of them. The mother of two slowly places her fork onto the plate and takes a massive breath before standing up. "I have to make a choice, I have started something that could totally destroy this family, and I need to be open about it."
Gwen, Ryan, and Jason all sit their utensils down as they give their undivided attention to their mom/wife. The youngest child, Gwen, grins slightly as she feels she knows what her mother is about to do. Ryan lowers his head almost angry with his family; Jason lovingly looks at his wife as he wonders where she is going to go with this announcement.
"For some time now, Ryan and Gwen, you two have seen small bits of things, overheard some things, and maybe even seen things as your parent I should not have let you seen. Gwen, you and I have talked I know you are okay with this, Ryan sweetie I know you are likely not okay with it." Michelle says as she reaches out her hand to her son, trying to comfort him. "Daddy did not do this, he has enjoyed it, but he did not do this. I wanted this; I wanted to submit to him. I wanted to become a whore." Michelle carefully choosing her words as she speaks to her family about her choices. "I don't want to hide it, though. I don't want to sneak around and have to talk you, kids, into going somewhere else for the night. You are adults, and I am going to treat you like adults."
"So, what does this mean? You dad and his latest side piece are just going to openly fuck on the couch now?" Ryan sarcastically asks.
"If he wants to or I want to yes. That is what it means. I want to, for the most part, live as your daddy's whore or submissive. I have no better term for it than that." Michelle gazes down at the table as she says the words to her family. "I am sorry that this in some way includes everyone, but you are also free to leave. I am not saying this to ask for permission but rather explaining what is going to happen."
"Your mom is still your mom Ryan; she just wants to live her life differently, she has a lot of personas, and this is just going to be a facet of her life."
"So she has a sub persona, a whore persona, and a motherly persona?" Ryan growls as he glares at his father.
"Yes, for the most part, yes...To put it in simple terms, yes." Michelle replies to her son, as her feelings of guilt and shame begin to arouse her.
"How will we know who you are on any given day?" Gwen asks as she looks to her father then to her mother.
"We will have to work that out. If I am dressed in my old normal frumpy mom clothes though I am mom, the rest we are going to have to wing it." Michelle says as she has to take several deep breaths to calm her nerves.
"Okay, whatever," Ryan grumbles as he glares at his mother with disdain in his eyes. The nineteen-year-olds already crumbling image of his mother now totally shattered. The young man had blamed it all on his dad, but now hearing his mother's announcement, he knows he cannot continue to lay this all on the feet of Jason.
The mood in the house for the rest of the night seems tense, not overly rigid given the situation that has been announced, but very tense none the less. Ryan sits in his room playing Xbox live, trying to focus on anything other than what his mother talked about at dinner. Gwen paints her nails and scrolls through her phone, looking at the pictures from the dressing room, wondering if she was going to need them to get what she wanted from her mom. Jason and Michelle quietly sat on their marital bed both with tablets scrolling through various websites, the situation seemingly normal to most feels odd given the circumstances.
