I worked for my mother for two or three years in my twenties. One night, she muttered out of nowhere, “I slept with Lea.”
Without thinking, I asked, “Did she domme?”
Mommy answered, “No, I did.”
It was just one of those things that you feel would be inappropriate to pursue, though she said later when I asked, “Are you helping me?”
“No, I’m managing you.”
Mommy wasn’t one to lie about those things. It probably happened. I can imagine Lea self-consciously consoling Mommy and then being reassured for her own inappropriate guilt over what had befallen me. Then I imagine the two having sex and afterward Lea making a promise regarding me and the two laying a path for me that would fill that promise, probably while passing a cigarette, knowing Mommy. But it feels important for me to follow that path, which I believe is a transition of Mommies. Mommy surely knew I would always need one.
The first time the word “Mommy” passed my lips while I was fantasizing about Lea, I immediately saw a picture in my mind of her on all fours, wearing a gray cardigan, white blouse, plaid tie, and no skirt. She was smiling playfully. I always felt submissive, sexually, when I imagined Lea so this took me off-guard until a few weeks later when I followed the fantasy, when I became wildly excited by imagining my hands on her waist, using her as a sexual toy, an object of gratification. Then it hit me, her warm, deep, mewl that reminded me she was the woman who had entered my life with a sledgehammer and destroyed it and me without effort. She would be very, very aware of her strength and power over me while I fell into the delusion of her being a nymphette form to masturbate with and nothing more, possessed by her pussy and not her will.
So, though of course a person or two or three might sample my ass before Lea does — and it would be some time before sex with her would consist of much more than my offering up my ass — there’s no reason to pollute my life with regrets when Lea will be the last woman I ever have or need or want. I don’t know how limited my access to Lea would be at first. If I only had ten hours a week with her, it might be half a year before I even begin to feel safe enough to fasten mommy’s face atop hers like wax paper, to melt together. And six more before I feel she is Mommy and my dick belongs inside her.
At the time of this writing, I masturbate five days a week on average, typically start my fantasies with Mommy, but always end with Mistress Lea. Only once have I ever managed to cum while imagining fucking her. Usually my pace becomes frantic and my penis recedes. I’m not sure which causes which. Desperation? Shame? Not Mommy? So, almost always, I cum begging her to claim the sissy cunt slut ass that’s already hers, after imaging taking her dick a half dozen ways.
