It had been one hell of a birthday so far and I was played out and needed a bit of time to recoup. I also wanted to know more about my mom and Trina's relationship, so we all went to the kitchen for some breakfast.
Mom, still sporting her leash and belt, worked at fixing some eggs and toast, now that her arms were no longer restrained, and seemed to be right at home in her high heels, even though I had not seen her wear them that high, ever.
Trina sat across the table fingering her empty coffee cup. Her hair was mostly still in place, her makeup needed a little touch up, so she looked less severe, still, stunningly beautiful.
The coffee pot beeped announcing a fresh, hot pot was ready and, out of habit, I pushed up to fill the three empty cups on the table. Trina put a restraining hand on my arm. "She will get it."
Mom hurried over to the table, and poured, her huge full breasts prominent and exposed. As she filled Trina's cup Trina caressed her ass and thigh, and as the cup got too full and Mavis stopped pouring, and before she stood upright, Trina caught one of her nipples, not blood engorged anymore, but still a lovely target for attention and with it securely pinched between her fingers, Trina pulled her down, cheek to cheek with herself, turned and kissed her lightly on the side of her mouth, then nuzzling her, side of face to side of face, opened her eyes and looked at me. "It is her job, and her joy, to serve me. Isn't that right pet?" Mavis opened her eyes, having closed them to block out the distraction of her son watching and to more fully focus on and enjoy the twisting pressure that Trina had on her very sensitive nipple, and looking directly at me said, "Yes Mistress."
Trina tugged on the tit she held and Mavis turned her full lips to her lover/owner and kissed her as their lips met.
Mavis was breathing hard and her nipples were both swollen with blood again as she quickly stepped next to me and reached out to fill my cup.
I just looked at her, still confused, but admiring her real beauty and poise.
Mom paused before filling her own cup, but a nod from Trina let her know that it was not an oversight to have put down a third cup.
A moment and a few sips of coffee later she placed a plate of eggs and buttered toast in front of each of us, and Trina said, "Please get yours and join us."
I washed down a bite of toast and set down my cup, looking between the two most important women in my life, sitting nearly naked together at the table with me. I noticed the caring, loving, glances they exchanged as they ate in silence.
"You two certainly have your act down pat."
Trina and Mom turned to each other with confusion then together they looked at me.
"Act?" Trina asked.
"Well yes... this master/slave thing you have going on. Cute and, don't get me wrong, a great birthday surprise, to say the least, but..."
I was just trying to be cautious, tactful and choose my words carefully, but i stepped in it anyway and did not get to finish.
"Jesus Marty! You are such a stupid ass sometimes!"
"Mavis!" Trina did not shout, but her command voice made mom quickly drop her fork, bow her head and fold her hands in her lap. "What did we talk about in handling Marty when I am here?"
In a very subdued voice, with me as a witness, my mom submitted to Trina's correction like a... servant.
"I am always his mother, and when you are not here with us I can act and function like a mother should... But when you are present, or if you leave other orders, I am your property first and foremost and will do what you say."
"That's right, and there will be punishment for this outburst, but later. Right now it is important that you remain here, other wise you would already be in a corner."
"Yes Mistress, I am sorry."
"I know," Trina reached out and lifted her sub's head by tilting her chin. "We are all still figuring out this arrangement."
I sat dumbfounded as Trina tenderly kissed my mother and wipe away a tear from her face.
"There is no act here Marty." Trina said still gazing into Mavis' eyes. "This birthday gift is no joke. Your mother is mine, and always will be, no matter what becomes of you and me." Trina kissed her again lightly on the eyes, then turned to face me. Both women then picked up their fork and began eating again.
Trina looked at me sitting stupidly, looking like a moron that could not understand simple things. She reached over without looking and grabbed the leash still dangling between moms beautiful breasts and pulled her sideways, then leaned over and whispered in her ear, one word. The change was instant and dramatic: mom became her own person again.
"I love her Marty. I would do anything, be anything she wants."
"But that's crazy! What if she wanted you to do something that you don't want to do? I don't understand."
