Mothers and Daughters Ch. 10

"Eventually the Boys recovered and there was another round of fucking. I finally left just as the next morning was dawning. The cab dropped me off back in Alexandria at 7:30. I said a perfunctory hello to the day shift nanny who had just arrived and then I disappeared upstairs to soak in a hot tub thinking how pleasant it was that Hubby James was out of town so it wasn't necessary to exchange pleasantries with him. I just wanted to soak away the soreness from a night of intense fucking and then sleep."

"There are lots more lurid details from last night I could report, but now dear Diary, I have to cab down to Washington National and meet Hubby James when his plane from Chicago arrives. A wife's work is never done."

"Well that's enough of Grandma Louise for now, Lisa said as she closed the notebook. Let's get some clothes on and go move that irrigation pipe and get some water on the lower pasture. I'll give you a hand."

"Okay, thanks Mom, but wait. I have a question. That all sounded like some of the BDSM stories I've read. Do people really treat each other that way?"

"Oh yes and far worse than what was in that memoire. As BDSM goes that was pretty tame stuff."

Melissa paused trying to decide how to ask.

"Oh. . . . So, Mom, . . do you and Dad ever . . .?"

Lisa chuckled. "You mean like with handcuffs, gags, whips and ropes, and that stuff? No, although the Rev suggested we try it."

"Oh."

"But we do play little head games with each other from time to time. Neither one of us is really cut out to be much of a submissive personality. That shouldn't surprise you. And we both have trouble adopting the dominant role too. We just can't do it for very long with a straight face Serious BDSM role playing just doesn't work when one or both you break out with the giggles after five or ten minutes. I can only tell Luke what I want him to do for a few minutes before he takes over and does it his way and I just lie back and enjoy his fucking. But I'll tell you, he's not one of these guys who just humps you till he cums and then rolls over and goes to sleep. He always makes sure his partner gets off before or with him."

"Does he ever tie you up?"

"Uhm, yeah. Oh yeah, that can be pretty exciting."

"You mean like all spread out on a bed."

"Yeah sure. And then he licks, sucks, and fucks until I'm going crazy. He likes to keep me just hanging on the edge of an orgasm until I'm screaming for relief. And then after I've cum he sprays that hot jism of his all over my face and tits."

"That's mean."

"Oh god no. He does it because he knows I love it. I have to tell you Daughter, it's so fucking exciting to be laying there spread out and at his mercy, so close to an orgasm, and not quite able to make it while you are tied up so you can't do a thing about it but lie there and take it."

"Besides I do the same thing to him sometimes."

Melissa was staring at her Mother like she was from another planet. Who is this woman and who stole my Mother. "Really?"

"Oh yeah," Lisa responded. "Oh, and one time," she continued, warming to the topic, "He tied me to that gate down there, stark naked and spread out for all the world to see, and then he kept me there while he . . . Oh my god the things he did that day. It was something. But I got even mind you."

Melissa was looking at her Mother wide eyed and at a loss for words.

"Don't be so shocked dear. Lots of people play games. It's one of the things that makes sex good."

"But Jamie and I don't . . ."

"Well you're just kids. You have a lot to learn." She thought for a moment. "Maybe Dad and I should send you and Jamie over to spend some time with the Rev. Hmm. Well that's for later. Let's get dressed and move some irrigation pipe and get some water on that pasture before it gets any hotter."