Seasons of Submission
Part Three of Four - Autumn 2001 - Invitations to voyeurism
The barbecue marked the end of summer; a month of cold wet weather followed during which Mary's mother died. At 42, Mary was left alone without any other close family. When not working in the diocesan office, she'd devoted herself to looking after her invalid mother. My wife called next door to leave a card and to express our condolences; she felt sad and worried for Mary when she came back home.
"She's got no one, no family to speak of; I'd always thought she was close to her church congregation; it seems she's been a loner there too. She said she involved herself in the church to please her mother, like so much else in her life. It made me realise how much of my life I've been trying to please my mother."
"You found something to bond over then?"
"Yes, I suppose so. The funeral is next week; I've offered to help in any way that I can. She asked me what I thought she should wear. I was at a bit of a loss; I'd only ever seen her in ill-fitting cardigans, frumpy, shapeless skirts and flat shoes. Her hair needs cutting and styling; I hardly dare suggest that to her in the circumstances. She's asked me to go into town with her this Saturday to find an outfit; she said I always looked very stylish."
"Well, whatever you do, don't transform her too much; her mother's funeral is not the place for her to wow everyone with a spectacular makeover."
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing; smart and well-groomed is what I'll be aiming for. Hey, do you remember when you were on your management course in April, you made me come on the phone fantasising about Mary eating my pussy?"
"Do I remember? It's etched in my memory; that was the moment I realised my gorgeous wife was into girls as well as boys. Actually, now you mention it, It's a while since your fling with Sylvia; isn't there anyone else that takes your fancy?"
"Yes, I can think of a few women I would go to bed with if you told me I must."
My cock started to twitch at the thought of my wife in bed with another woman, especially if it was on my orders.
"Good, we'll explore the possibilities when we go to bed tonight."
That's what we did; I laid on my left side; while my wife was on her back, half on top of me, my cock inside her from behind. It was a position that we liked to try now and again because we could both play with her breasts and pussy while she slid up and down on me in slow, gentle movements. We discussed the women that my wife found sexually attractive; we made up fantasies about how she would seduce them; it was one of the hottest love-making sessions we'd ever shared.
I became so aroused that I wanted to push the boundaries; I dropped my mother-in-law's name into our erotic fantasising to see how my wife reacted. I would never have admitted it to her, but one of my occasional masturbation fantasies was about my wife and her mother in bed together.
"You know, I sometimes wonder where your predilection for same-sex relationships comes from. Do you think your mother might have dabbled in a spot of lesbian intimacy in the past?"
"I don't know, but now that you ask me, I think it's possible; our pretty dark-haired neighbour used to spend a lot of time at our house when I was at primary school. My Mum said they were coffee mornings but she was often still there when I got home from school.
"I'm sure it's more than likely; your mother's a very alluring woman, don't you think?"
"Well, yes, I suppose so but..."
"But what? If she wasn't your mother, I'll bet you'd fuck her."
"She is my mother; for God's sake, don't."
"All I'm saying is that considering the women we've fantasised about tonight, your mother fits right in; surely you can admit that."
"Yes but..."
I reached for her clitoris and started to shaft her slowly; she sighed one of her submissive sighs, a high-pitched whimper that signified arousal and obedience. I circled her clit with my thumb, then pushed two fingers inside her, they were a tight fit along with my cock, but I knew how much she loved it. A sharp intake of breath, followed by a long, slow grunt, told me that she would come quite soon. She focused intently on her orgasm; who knew what she was thinking?
As she climaxed, I hoped that she'd been thinking about her mother. I was so aroused by the possibility that she might have been, that I exploded inside her. As I pulled them out of her, my cock and fingers were coated in her pussy juice and my come.
"So what were you thinking about; it must have been very erotic for you to come as hard as that?"
She put my fingers in her mouth and sucked them clean; then she lowered herself down and provided the same service for my cock. With her mouth occupied by my body part, she could avoid answering my question. She fellated me with such great skill that I had a second orgasm within ten minutes of the first; If she'd hoped that her devotion to my penis had made me forget my line of questioning, she was disappointed.
"That was magnificent, thank you."
"You're very welcome, Sir; I aim to please."
"Then tell me who you were thinking about when you came."
"Mary, it was Mary," she said rather too quickly whilst avoiding eye contact.
We both knew it was a lie, but I thought it best to leave it at that for the time being.
The following evening, my mother-in-law was once more in a mood to practice tying knots. She arrived wearing a very tight, black, knee-length pencil skirt with seamed stockings and towering stilettos; she also wore a tight-fitting red shirt, a black leather bolero-style jacket and black leather gloves. It was in stark contrast to her daughter, who I'd told to dress in her red miniskirt and heels with lace-topped white stockings and a pale pink, close-fitting cashmere jumper; hoping that she might appeal to her mother. She made her daughter undress me in the dining room; she bound me to a chair to await her pleasure. While I sat unable to move, except for my rapidly swelling cock, she taunted my wife.
She moved in close to her daughter until their faces were inches apart; their breasts were almost touching.
"Well, I must say, my faint-hearted daughter looks very pretty tonight; would you like to stay and watch your husband's humiliation, Darling?"
My wife seemed aroused; but tongue-tied.
"You never know; it might be a turn-on for you watching me ride your helpless husband until I make him come."
My wife's cheeks flushed with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment; her mother looked at her lasciviously; I thought, no hoped, she was going to kiss her daughter; my heart was pounding as I watched prey and predator. Suddenly, my mother-in-law broke the spell.
"No? Oh well, another time perhaps, when you are feeling braver; now go to your room like a good girl."
No sooner had my wife left the room than her mother turned her attention to me.
