Part 11 – Fay Learns Her lesson-A New Chapter begins
Thankfully I got home before Jay. I undressed and slipped into the shower to be fresh for my Sir when he got home. I looked forward to seeing Jay this evening but also dreaded the punishment I knew I deserved. Sitting naked on the couch, I just finished my third glass of wine when I heard Jay’s car stop in the drive.
I moved to the hardwood floor by the front door, on my knees, I lay my forehead on the cold wood, arms extended in front of me, palms up in the submissive position to greet my Sir. When the door opened I didn’t look up, I held my position. Jay’s footsteps stopped, he seemed surprised to find me this way, but he quickly recognized what the position meant; my submission to him. Now I was to be the one to be surprised when Jay walked past me not saying a word. This wasn’t like Jay, he was a talkative person, and he always said hello to his mom.
I heard him walk to the kitchen, and from the sounds, he was emptying several items from a plastic shopping bag onto the counter.
“Come here whore! I believe you have an idea what is in store for you this evening.”
I stood and walked over to Jay, when I offered a kiss he turned away. Tears instantly filled my eyes, and when Jay turned back I could see he was all business. When I started to speak, he placed his full hand over my mouth.
“Not now whore, not yet; for now, you have lost the rights to say anything unless asked or given permission.”
I dropped my head in shame, I had no bad feelings toward Jay for his attitude, I knew I had done wrong, and greatly disappointed him. I glanced to the items on the counter, there were energy bars, batteries, and two boxes containing disposable enemas; quite an unusual assortment of items. Different scenarios ran through my head, but I couldn’t come to a conclusion what the items meant. I continued to stand quietly, awaiting further instructions.
Jay moved toward me, but then he stepped back; he was such a kind man, I knew he wanted to hug me, but he couldn’t, not now, not yet. Jay reached for the boxes on the counter, and then turned handing them to me.
“You will not speak unless spoken too, until given permission to do so! Now, take these enemas, and go upstairs, cleanse yourself, both inside and out for what I have planned for you later. Then go to your room in the basement, and wait for me there.”
His voice was stern and commanding, confident, not showing any doubt of his decision. Taking the boxes from his hands, I started to speak, but then remembered my instructions. Sheepishly, I walked up the stairs and into the master bath. I had used an enema a couple times before, I didn’t particularly like them, but I knew this was something I had to do.
I used both enemas as directed, giving ample time to make sure I was clean, as Jay had instructed then I showered again as instructed, even though I had just showered about an hour before. When I went downstairs, I noticed Jay was finishing a bowl of soup and a sandwich, which reminded me I hadn’t eaten this afternoon/evening. Pains of hunger shot through my stomach, but I did as I was told, and went to my room in the basement. As I stepped inside I smiled, Jay hadn’t forgot me, on the bench lay two energy bars, and a note.
"I know you need something to eat, so I brought you these. They aren’t much, but they are more than you deserve. Turn out the light, and close the door and wait."
I hugged the note to my chest, reassured of Jay’s love for me. With the door closed and lights out, I slowly ate the energy bars. With the snacks, and cake from earlier in the day, the energy bars were surprisingly filling; my hunger was satisfied. I sat in the dark for what seemed like forever; one thing about quiet darkness; you have no relation to time. I thought about what had happened earlier, wondering what punishment was in store for me. Why was I so weak, why did the smallest sign of control from a man literally bring me to my knees?
My thoughts were running rampant when the door opened, to my surprise there were no lights on in the basement, everything was still dark. I felt a hand at my head, then a blindfold placed over my eyes, now even if there was light, I wouldn’t be able to see. I was lifted to my feet, and led out into the basement. Hands turned me, and then indicated I was to stand still. I felt soft cuffs being placed on both wrists, then both ankles.
It had to be ropes’ being used to pull my wrists up and out, stretching my arms to each side, then the same was done to my ankles. I surmised I was between the two posts dad had placed in the basement specifically for this position. I heard footsteps walk away, then back behind me. Even though the strike of the dowel on my ass wasn’t hard, it struck a startling sharp pain across both cheeks. I had felt this before, it was dad’s small oak dowel being used; in other situations I had enjoyed it, but I felt tonight would not be one of those situations.
Another strike from the dowel across both ass cheeks, harder this time; then another, each slightly harder. I guessed almost a dozen when the strikes stopped. My ass was stinging, and burning, when I felt dad’s tight clips being placed on each nipple. I winced at the sudden pain, but the pain also brought a reaction from my slut cunt; I almost instantly had an orgasm. I pulled against the ropes, in a futile attempt to squeeze my thighs together to stop the orgasm; thankfully, there was no other stimulation at the time, and the orgasm stopped just short of actually happening.
Next, I felt something cold and slick, at the opening to my ass. My large butt plug had been lubed, and was easily forced into my ass. I still hadn’t heard a word from the person administering these actions to me, with the lights out and the blindfold, I couldn’t be sure who it was doing these things to me. I assumed it was Jay but suddenly the idea of who it could be started to frighten me. Who could it be? Who was seeing me like this; who was using me this way?
Now mental pain, not knowing what to expect, along with not knowing for sure who was doing this to me; I trusted Jay to keep me safe, but my insecurities were getting the best of me. My body started to tremble. All thoughts were stopped when dad’s punishment paddle hit my ass, a feeling I was very familiar with; it both stung and the mass lifted me to my toes. Now I heard a voice…
“Fay, you have a hard lesson to learn; while all three of us know what a weak slut you are, you must remember who you belong too.”
The voice wasn’t Jay; it was Carl Jones’ voice. I felt both shame and shock, Carl was here. Why? Why did Jay call Carl? My questions were soon answered.
“Fay, I know you are surprised I am here. Jay called me today and told me everything, he didn’t know what to do; this is still too new to him. And, you have hurt him deeply, he was confused. On one hand, he didn’t feel he could administer the punishment required, to teach you the lesson required; on the other hand; he was so upset, he was afraid he would hurt you.”
“I am here mom, I needed help, and I remembered Mr. Jones had said if I needed anything to call him. Mr. Jones agreed to come help me, he said he knew what to do, and for me not to worry; for me to watch and learn. Everything from the time I got home was his idea. After I explained to Mr. Jones what had happened with my sperm-donor dad, and then at your office today, he said, you needed more than what I was able to give right now. Mr. Jones assured me, you wouldn’t be hurt, not permanently or in a bad way, only what is needed. I thought after what happened with dad, you had learned your lesson not to give in to other men, but evidently I was wrong; so mom, keep in mind this behavior will not be tolerated.”
That is the last I heard from Jay for a while; the paddle struck my ass hard, again and again. Tears welled in my eyes underneath the blindfold; but they weren’t tears of pain from the paddle, they were, tears of pain knowing how bad I had hurt Jay, and each strike from the paddle just drove the pain I had caused Jay home even more.
The paddle stopped, and there was quiet, then I felt the clips on my nipples being pulled up, stretching my nipples. They were tied that way, my heavy tits lifted by the clips on my nipples. A soft strike from the dowel, to the exposed bottoms of my tits got my attention, the strike soft yet hard enough to sting. Then Carl spoke…
“Fay, neither Jay nor I can have this happen again, do you understand? You may speak.”
“Yes Mr. Jones, I understand.”
“Now Fay, tell Jay what happened, he needs some kind of explanation.”
“Jay, Sir, I am a weak slut. My intentions were to only tease Roger, but when he put his hand in my hair and pulled, I was his; I couldn’t stop myself, my body denied me. I knew I should stop him but my body resisted the attempts from my mind to do what I knew was right.”
“Fay, Jay is curious, how you got out of the situation with Roger; the last he heard, you would do whatever you had to do. Tell him Fay, now is the time to confess everything, because this will never happen again.”
I confessed everything, to both Jay and Carl, going into details, how his cock had stretched my cunt; and yes, me being the slut I am, I did enjoy it. I painted a picture with words, how I had left Roger and sent Brenda in to release him. I felt so ashamed that I allowed it to happen and that I enjoyed it. I couldn’t imagine what Carl thought of me much less how much I had betrayed Jay. I hung my head anticipating whatever punishment was to come next.
Carl spoke first; I was disappointed not to hear from Jay.
“Fay, you have hurt both Jay and I, especially Jay. Just so you know, he can’t speak right now, he is crying at your betrayal. But, what happens next, will be his choice and from him. Don’t worry about Roger, with what you did to him and a phone call Monday, there will be no problems from him. I know Brenda, she is a good friend of your dad and I. Bill had her hired there to watch over you. We knew everything that went on, about how all the partners wanted to fuck you, but were told ‘hands off,’ and Brenda made sure of that. She called me when you went into Roger’s office alone; we felt there would be trouble with Roger. There is nothing to worry about with Roger, but what happens with you and Jay is up to Jay.”
The room went quiet again, only footsteps, then Jay spoke.
“Mom, slut, you will never allow this to happen again; promise me mom, you can’t let this continue to happen. I can’t handle it and it will destroy you. Mom, promise me…”
With trembling voice, I spoke. “Sir, I promise it will never happen again. I love you too much, to put you through this pain again. Any pain I will feel tonight is nothing, compared to the pain I have caused you. I am so sorry Jay, please forgive me; do what you must to your lowly slut, but please forgive me?”
Again quiet, I was wondering if my promise and apology were accepted. I can only assume what was said, and what happened next was my answer.
“Mom, after each strike, you will repeat ‘Thank you Sir, I am your slut and only your slut Sir’”
And the first of many strikes began, Jay didn’t hurt me, dad and Carl had taught him well. First the paddle, on my ass until each cheek felt like it was on fire, then the dowel on my thighs, stomach and tits. There would be short breaks, to allow me to catch my breath, then the punishment would resume. As promised, Jay hadn’t actually hurt me, but my body was burning from knees to shoulders. The last strike from the dowel popped the clips off my nipples; the blood rushing back into them caused me to scream with pain, but also brought an intense orgasm that swept through my body. I heard Jay ask…
“Mr. Jones, my slut did not have permission to cum, what do I do?”
“Jay, her orgasm indicates your grandpa has taught her body well; she had no control over what happened. Allow her this and learn, you have control of her body at this point, she does not. It is up to you what reaction you will get from her.”
I was lost in both pleasure and pain; I could not make out the words being said. At this point I was hanging by the ropes attached to my wrists. Again I heard Carl’s voice but the words were still inaudible.
“Jay, I think we are about done here. Do you remember what to do now?”
“Yes Mr. Jones”
I heard footsteps walk away then back, and a large dildo was placed in my cunt. I assume Jay was the one whom used a rope harness to assure it stayed deep inside me. With the dildo secured, Jay turned it on; it was my large vibrating dildo. Instantly it was on high, which caused my head to snap back at the sensations vibrating through my sensitive cunt to the large plug in my ass.
Oh my god, the burning sensitive skin of my body, being stretched, standing spread between the two poles, my nipples still aching so good from the clips, the vibrations in both my cunt and ass; all the sensations combined, not only was I not in control of my body, I no longer controlled my mind. I couldn’t think I couldn’t speak. I heard Jay taking with Carl.
“Mr. Jones, are you sure she will be ok?”
“Yes Jay, she will be fine, just check on her from time to time. Slide the bucket underneath for when she needs to pee. The enemas will make sure there will be no need for bodily functions there.”
“Mom, slut, you do not have permission to cum; this is for you to learn you are mine, you must control your body, against all urges unless I say different. Mom, do you understand?”
“Yes Sir, I understand. I am yours Sir, I won’t disappoint you. But Sir, if I may, I must know, do you forgive your slut; are we going to be ok?’
“I don’t know mom, I really don’t know.”
My heart sank, what had I done? What had I endured all this for? I would endure this and more all over again, if things would just be ok between Jay and me.
“Jay, the decision is yours, are the two of you going to be ok? Part of being a Dom is also being loyal to your sub, despite her faults. We discussed this and you agreed with my help you would be ok. If not you need to stop this right now, let her go, free her. Jay, what was all this for if you don’t forgive her? But, you will have to live with the consequences of what happens in her life without direction. Jay, she needs you.”
“Yes Mr. Jones, we will be ok. You’re right; she is my mom, my lover, my slut. I love her more than anything in the world. I can’t desert her. We will be ok, thank you for all your help.”
Those words were like music to my ears; I would go through hell and back for Jay now. If he could forgive me for this, there was nothing I wouldn’t do for him. The next sound I heard was both of them walking away and the door to the basement close. I could only assume I was alone. Alone with my thoughts, and the many different sensations my body was feeling.
I am not sure how long I was left alone; not sure if I had dozed off while hanging there. My cunt had reached the point of orgasm, and stayed there soon after they left. It took all my concentration, to prevent the orgasms from happening. What I did realize when I felt the dildo being slid from my aching cunt, was I had been there long enough for the batteries in the dildo to run down; and, seeing as they must have been the new batteries Jay had on the counter earlier, it had to have been quite a while. Next, the plug was removed from my ass, the blindfold was removed, and my ankles were released. When my wrists were freed, I collapsed into Jay’s arms.
Jay helped me up the stairs to the main part of the house, then upstairs to ‘our’ bed. My body was exhausted; the last I remember before falling asleep, was Jay cuddling next to me, his arm around me holding me tight against him. I had never felt as loved as I did at that moment; I was the luckiest woman alive.
Saturday morning, I woke to the ringtone on Jay’s cell; when I realized Jay wasn’t going to answer I grabbed it for him. To my surprise it was a girl from his class, Suzy I think she said. I went to find Jay to let him know he had a call. I found him downstairs, preparing omelets and toast for breakfast. He apologized for leaving his phone upstairs and it waking me. Even as my Sir he still treated me with respect.
Jay took his phone, and went to the other room, leaving me to gladly finish breakfast. I tried to ease-drop on the conversation, but I couldn’t make out what was being said. The best I can recall, this was the first time a girl had called Jay at home. When he walked back into the kitchen I jokingly asked Jay what that was about. He blushed and tried to brush it off saying just some girl in his class. I already knew that, but I wasn’t going to press him for details.
We spent the majority of the day working together, getting the house back in order after the whirlwind week we had just experienced. I was nude as I should be, the stripes on my body a reminder of my lesson from last night. I must be strong and resist the urge to submit to other men who exhibit control over me. Jay often asked me was I ok and did the stripes hurt; which I assured him they didn’t hurt; but sometimes when bending I could feel a burn from the deeper welts but no real pain.
Jay got pizza for dinner, and just as we sat on the couch to eat and watch a movie, Jay’s phone chimed again, he excused himself to the kitchen. Neither of us were used to Jay getting calls, his cell was mostly so he and I could keep in touch, so I asked who it was.
“Just a girl from school.”
Jay seemed reluctant to talk about it, but two girls calling the same day, I was curious.
“Well, what did Debbie want, what did Suzy want this morning?”
“Suzy wanted to know what I was doing tonight; and Debbie asked me about the college prep psych class. Funny thing is Debbie didn’t even talk to me in class until last week. As a matter of fact, there have been quite a few girls at school that talk to me now that never did in the past.”
“What’s changed Jay, why are they talking to you now; are they using you to get their grades up, to make sure they graduate?”
I knew the answer, but I wanted to see what Jay would say. I doubted Jay had seen the change in his self-confidence and disposition since dad turned me over to him. Jay was walking taller, he was more confident in himself. Jay was carrying himself as a man now, not a boy.
“I don’t know mom; no, they don’t ask about class. Even Debbie, psych class seemed to be an excuse to call, I am not really sure why. She asked if it was ok to call tomorrow.”
“What did you say?”
“I told her ok, call anytime, whatever.”
I kept Jay talking as much as I could, I wanted to see, if I could get Jay to realize for himself why the sudden attention. I did get him to admit, there were girls from all the different clicks at school speaking to him now; the smart girls, the popular girls, but most suspicious were the ‘well developed’ girls with somewhat ‘questionable’ morals. I asked which click Suzy and Debbie were in.
Suzy was a basketball cheerleader and on the track team and Debbie was in the later click. Jay described Debbie as being ‘built,’ always wearing tight blouses and tight jeans, or skirts a little too short. He said she was always getting called to the office, being scolded for showing too much skin. I told Jay I treasured our Dom/sub relationship, but high school was a once in a lifetime thing, that if he wanted to go on dates I would understand. I also reminded him about birth control; I didn’t want some girl trapping my Sir into an unplanned pregnancy.
Jay blushed when I mentioned birth control, even though we share one of society’s most taboo sexual experiences, talking about sex pertaining to him and others made him feel uneasy. And, to be honest, I was a little jealous of the girls; but I knew Jay needed a somewhat normal high school experience. I also knew how tempting and seductive a high school slut could be, after all, I had first-hand experience at being a high school slut.
I knew Jay had enough of my questioning when he started the movie. I curled up in his lap falling asleep before the end of the movie.
Sunday, we went for a drive in the mountains with Jay’s phone chiming numerous times. Suzy and Debbie called again and a new girl, Carol, who was in the marching band and in the geek click same as Jay. He said she just called to just say ‘Hi’. He cut the conversations short, telling them he was out for the day with his mom since she was starting a new job in the morning. Except during the calls, Jay’s hand was stroking my thigh. It was a warm day and I had worn a loose blouse, shorts and sandals, no bra or panties as dad had always instructed, a practice I continued with Jay.
I asked Jay to take a dirt road that ran along a creek. I had him pull over by a make-shift campsite used by kids during the summer as a place to drink around a campfire. I hopped out and Jay followed. I took his hand and led him down a trail by the creek. With the road still in sight yet secluded by underbrush I stopped, turned and looked Jay in the eye.
“Jay, I love you so much. I never want to lose you. I never want this to end; but about those girls that are calling, you really need to go on a dates with girls your age. I don’t want to be the cause of regrets later in your life.”
“Mom, I am not interested in them, I only want you. I love you mom.”
“I know Jay, and as for me, nothing will ever change the way I feel about you. The girls from school will never change my love for you. But you need to experience some normal high school things and dating a hot tight teenage girl is normal for your age.”
“But mom, I don’t want them, I want you, are you pushing me away?”
“Not at all Jay, I will never push you away; if I had my way, you and I will always be together. But the reality is, you only have a couple months of high school left, enjoy it. Promise me you will think about going on a few dates, ok?”
“Ok mom, I will think about it, I promise.”
I pulled Jay to me and kissed him passionately. I knew one day he would find a girl his age, but for now; right here by the creek, he was mine, my Sir. And I was his, I was his slut, my every breath was to please him; and please Jay was what I was going to do. I slide down his body, to the waist of his shorts. I unfastened them, and pulled out the magnificent cock that I adored. Dropping to my knees, I proceeded to give Jay one of my best blowjobs yet.
Occasionally, a car would pass on the road; Jay was concerned they could see us. I knew even though we could see the cars, we were well hidden; but still the chance of someone seeing a horny mom sucking her son’s cock drove my desire to please Jay even more. I had one hand stroking Jay’s cock into my mouth, the other in the leg of my shorts, fingering my cunt. I was moaning, both from the feeling of his cock sliding between my lips and the pleasure of my fingers in my cunt.
I soon had Jay’s cock filling his mom’s mouth with his young cum. Young guys seem to cum forever. I gave Jay a special treat. I didn’t swallow, but caught all his seed in my mouth, until I felt sure he was finished. I pulled back, opened my mouth and gargled his cum making it bubble in my throat showing him how much I loved cum; especially my Sir’s cum. Then in one gulp, I swallowed, letting him watch as his cum went down his mom’s throat into her stomach. Jay gasps and remarked…
“Damn mom, even the professional porn actresses on the Internet don’t suck cock and swallow cum that fucking sexy. You are the best! Why would I want some inexperienced high school girl, when I have the best slut and cock sucking whore anytime I want?”
I just smiled at Jay, “Thank you Sir, I am proud to be your slut and cock sucking whore. Whatever you want you can have anytime, and most anywhere.”
I rested my head on Jay’s shoulder as he drove toward home, my hand lovingly caressing his leg causing his young cock to become hard again. I pulled his cock out and stroked him the rest of the way home. We were barely inside when Jay had me bent over the couch pounding his slut’s horny cunt from behind. I was screaming, begging him to fuck his mommy harder, show his mommy her son owns her cunt. Soon he was cumming again, filling mommy full.
With me naked I could feel his cum dripping from my cunt the rest of the evening as I prepared dinner and got ready for bed. Jay had school in the morning and it was my first day at Carl’s office.
Jay left for school with me still getting ready. I chose what I considered to be my most flattering suit-skirt outfit, and conservative 3-inch heels. A silky camisole, and a sexy bra and thong set. I pulled on thigh highs because my legs weren’t tanned enough yet to go au-natural. Hmmm, a sexy bra and thong set and thigh highs, I didn’t own anything else; certainly no panty-hose, and unless I went commando all my underthings were small and sexy.
Feeling a little anxiety, I walked into Carl Jones’ office ready to learn my new job duties. Jen welcomed me and led me to an office of my own. There was a stack of ledgers and papers on the corner of my desk. I remarked to Jen that they were wasting no time putting me to work. She explained to me that the ‘work’ I was referring to on my desk was my ‘work’; I would actually be doing little if any work for the law firm. I asked what she meant by that and she told me the stack was all of my dad’s business affairs; my main duties would be maintaining his business interests.
I would be the office manager along with Jen; but for the most part ‘Executive Legal Secretary’ was just a ghost title. I was actually Carl’s business partner I would assume the same role as the silent partner dad was. For legal protection all Dads’ affairs were run through Carl’s office, whether the interests were combined or separate. Jen left me alone to research all of dad’s interests, knowing most likely it would take me all day and then I probably wouldn’t get through the entire stack; and even if I did, I still would have little idea what all I was looking at.
I spent the morning flipping through as much as I could. From what I could tell dad had kind of business interest in almost half the downtown businesses that were owned by local people. There were records where he had made loans and in return he got a percentage of their yearly dividends. Three or four of the businesses dad owned outright yet his name wasn’t on anything public. There were also records of donations to community services, children’s shelters and food banks. Even the most recent purchase, a patrol car for the sheriff, was made possible with a donation from dad.
I lost track of time buried beneath a pile of books and files when Carl popped through my door, he had been in court all morning and it was now mid-afternoon now.
“Fay, have you been in here all morning? Take a break, let’s get some lunch. I am sure you have a lot of questions.”
“Oh, hi Mr. Jones, I mean Carl; you bet I do. I had no idea dad was involved in so many things. I never knew exactly what he did, but I knew he went to ‘work’ every day.”
Over lunch Carl answered a lot of my questions. Dad had helped many of the town folks keep their businesses. With the economy changing many of them were short the cash necessary to make changes to keep up and dad had helped them out. Given the choice of losing their business or sharing profits with dad, the decision was easy. Some of the businesses dad owned the owners had sold the business to dad but he allowed them to keep running it as if it were theirs, under his watchful eye of course. Dad had no interest in being tied down to running a business himself.
A couple other businesses dad either owned or had a controlling share of, he had bought out from under the owner. Carl told me how some were basically stealing from their customers, selling second-rate merchandise as first quality; and dad hating a cheat, researched what it took to put them out of business then found someone to run the business for him.
Then there was the local hair salon owned by Roy Miller, whom I thought to be a well-respected family man whose wife was the financial administrator for several local charities. Dad had found out he was embezzling money from the charities and any female stylist working at his salon was Roy’s personal whore or they were fired. Roy had managed to eliminate most all his competition in town except for the small private owned salons run out of someone’s home. With no competition the stylists who worked at Roy’s salon could make $60 to $80k a year, but they had to endure the Roy’s conditions.
Dad and the sheriff paid a visit to Roy one day revealing what they knew about Roy’s affairs. They didn’t want to put him out of business because they knew the stylists needed the jobs, most were the bread-winner in their families and would lose everything if Roy’s salon closed. And Roy’s children and wife didn’t deserve the embarrassment in the community that would be caused should Roy’s affairs be made public
Carl wouldn’t go into detail but he said with some encouragement by the sheriff, and a few large charity contributors, Roy paid back every penny he embezzled and sold controlling interest in his salon to dad. Roy could continue to run it, dad’s way; and there would be no more sleazy shit. The charities finances are now maintained by Carl’s office.
It turned out dad had a big heart, he had helped many people and they were loyal to him in return. Dad’s connections with the sheriff and others explained how dad made sure Frank was not a problem when he and I separated. I still had one more important question for Carl, how did dad become this wealthy? Growing up I always had what I needed but we also struggled like everyone else.
Carl told me his practice here was started by dad. When Carl divorced, his ex-wife wiped him out; dad had mortgaged our house to open Carl’s practice here. It took a few years but both of them working together had built the practice into what it is today. I guess to sum it up dad was kind of an overseer of good and decency in town. That doesn’t go without saying, that by society’s standards dad didn’t have some skeletons in his closet too, like his relationship with me; but just like he had helped others in town, dad was only helping and protecting me.
Carl and I took an extremely long lunch but it was time to get back. At the office, I noticed a new lady behind the reception desk, about my age, she looked familiar but I couldn’t place where I had seen her. Her name was Robin, she was from a temp agency and she was hoping the position would become full-time. I spent the rest of the afternoon going over dad’s schedule of whom I needed to contact and who I needed to visit. At the end of the day, my head spinning trying to absorb all of dad’s affairs, I bid my good byes to Jen, Carl and Robin.
Driving home I was looking forward to seeing Jay, but tried to filter how much to tell him of dad’s business affairs. I decided for now details would be on a need to know basis, I would give him a general summary that dad was a well-respected man in the community, and if he studied hard at college and we worked together, we could live comfortably.
Jay was on the phone when I got home, so I went straight to the shower. Now clean and fresh, my tits bouncing as I came down the stairs, I started dinner as Jay did homework. When we sat down for dinner I asked Jay who he was talking to on the phone when I got home; it was Carol, according to Jay just calling again to say ‘Hi’. I didn’t press him for any other details, instead telling him some about my day and the few details about dad’s business affairs. Later in bed I reminded Jay about our shopping trip tomorrow afternoon. Of course Jay had forgotten and thanked me for reminding him. We made love and drifted off to sleep.
The next morning Jay left for school and I dressed for work. I was conscious I needed to wear something easy to get on and off to try on clothes while shopping with Jen; a conservative pull-over dress, bra, and matching lace boy-short panties, thigh highs and another pair of professional looking 3-inch heels. I pulled my hair up too, also making it easier to try on clothes. At work I continued to go over dad’s ledgers; I was impressed with the balances of his numerous bank accounts. Dad had been a busy man and had invested wisely. Jen came and got me at 1:00pm to go shopping.
We headed to some of the specialty shops uptown, those shops would be pretty boring for Jay; we would meet him at the mall later. We started in a lingerie shop, Jen picked out under garments as well as some intimate lingerie. I was a little surprised when after trying on a few items Jen suggested, she joined me in the dressing room saying it would be easier to decide what looked good on me and what didn’t. She started helping me in and out of different pieces of lingerie complimenting me on how sexy my body is, especially my breasts and my full round ass. She seemed amazed considering my cup size and age, they were still firm and stood out from my chest.
Jen was touching me a little longer than needed to help me dress and undress, her fingers often tracing circles on my shoulders as she helped he. This was causing sensations in my cunt I had never experienced before, and somehow Jen sensed this. She was getting closer and closer standing behind me, hands on my shoulders as we looked in the mirror to see how each outfit looked on me. She was so close I could feel her breath on my neck. I don’t know why but my cunt was responding, I could feel the moisture starting to increase making my pussy very wet. I didn’t know if I should be uncomfortable at her closeness or encourage her closer. Jen continued like her actions were natural. Soon she instructed me to get dressed; we had another store to go to before meeting Jay at the mall.
Next was a wig shop, I was confused, what did I need a wig for? Jen explained different hair styles and colors would give different impressions in court. She helped me try on different styles and colors of wigs, her hands again caressing my neck and shoulders as she helped straighten the wigs. My knees buckled when she dragged her fingernails down my neck from my ear to my shoulder. My cunt fluttered when trying on a wig with a short hair style, leaving my neck exposed, Jen brushed her lips against the back of my neck telling me how sexy I looked. Oh my god, I had never thought of being turned on by a woman before but Jen was really starting to get to me. She picked out three wigs for work and another three for role-play at home with Jay. I had never thought of using a wig for role-play but the idea just added to my excitement.
At the mall Jen and I went into a restaurant with a bar and chatted over a glass of wine as we waited for Jay. She laid out the plans for what we would shop for next; business skirts and jackets, dresses, shoes, and as a treat for Jay, a well-known chain lingerie store. As we were talking Jen was touched me often; my hand, my arm, and my thigh a bit high for casual friends. The constant verbal and physical attention was really getting to me. Jay text when he left school saying he was on his way, in the meantime Jen and I had time for another glass of wine. By the time we were to meet Jay, I could feel the effects of the wine relaxing me and Jen had my cunt dripping wet.
We met Jay and went to look for business suits; a pants suit and a couple skirt suits. We were by the dressing rooms as I tried on each outfit. Jen made sure the pants fit snug showing my mature curves. Even though I am quite tall at five feet eight, Jen got skirts from the petite rack which meant they were well above my knees.
I asked Jen weren’t they a little short, to which she replied ‘not at all, that is exactly the look Carl wants’. I asked Jay what he thought, through a big smile he said they look great and if that is what Mr. Jones wants I should do as Ms. Jen suggests.
Even though Jen had a matching camisole for each outfit, she had me model each suit with just the jacket, nothing but a bra underneath. The deep opening of the front of the jackets showed my bra so Jen had me remove it. With no bra the bare skin of my cleavage was exposed as well as about a third of my tits. At first I was embarrassed but when I saw how pleased Jay was I played with him, leaning forward causing the jacket to fall open even more allowing him to see almost all of my breasts.
When looking at Jay I also noticed there was a man about my age, and his son about Jay’s age, acting like they were shopping but were actually watching the ‘show’. Kind of strange, a man and his son would be shopping in the women’s department. I probably should have stopped with the teasing but the wine had me in a playful mood. So I made sure each of my new ‘fans’ also got a good view.
With the suits picked out Jen said it was time for dresses and skirts. She and I looked for quite a while, I was concerned Jay was getting bored but his interest was renewed once it was time to start trying the dresses on. Jen insisted I leave my bra off; anything that looked good without a bra would be fine with a bra. Some of the dresses and skirts were the same style just in a different combination of colors.
The first was a sleeveless dress with a fairly large keyhole in front which easily showed quite a bit of bare skin and cleavage. The bottom fit loose and short, above mid-thigh; I asked Jen was she sure this is what Carl wants. She replied ‘it is exactly what he wants’, explaining that when she or I go to court with him we are to be a distraction; and a sexy woman was accepted more favorably on the stand. I knew it was not fair, but sexy people can get farther in life with less work.
Jay was sitting where he could see me enter and exit the dressing room. With Jen’s encouragement to have fun I would not have the dresses, skirt or blouse completely on when I stepped out from the curtains. The father and son were also there watching, trying to hide behind a rack of women’s clothes; they were standing so they had the same view as Jay. Being the slut I am, and certainly not ashamed of my body, I decided to step up the teasing.
When modeling a pleated skirt and button blouse for Jay, I came out still buttoning the blouse showing almost all of my tits. The father was smiling and for the son this must have been the most skin he had ever seen on a female, his mouth was open, his eyes looked like he was in a trance. I only fastened two buttons at the bottom, and once in front of Jay I twirled which caused the skirt to rise, showing my sexy boy-short panties also revealing I was wearing lace top thigh highs. Oh my, what a little vixen I am. Jay gave out a soft whistle of approval and I had the full attention of my new fans.
I continued the show; getting even more daring I removed the boy-short panties, knowing they were not appropriate as the hemlines were getting very short. With the next skirt as I twirled, rather than seeing panties, Jay was surprised to see my bare wet cunt. He gasped and gave a very approving chuckle as he said.
“You go mom!”
Next, I stepped out from between the curtains with a true wrap dress, only without it wrapped, not completely closing it until I was in front of Jay. With the dress open I was nude in front from my neck to my heels except for the thigh highs. Jay couldn’t believe his eyes, and the father was adjusting his hardening cock. As I modeled all of the outfits for Jay, he was well pleased with Jen’s recommendations, and remarked he enjoyed the ‘show’ I had put on for him; also a show for my two voyeurs. The last couple outfits were very short micro-miniskirts, Jen said they weren’t necessarily for court but Carl said they were a must have for my wardrobe.
Finally the last one, a micro-mini, I turned with my back to Jay bending at the waist and touched my toes causing the excuse for a skirt to pull halfway up my ass showing just how wet and horny Jay’s cunt was. Later, Jay said he could actually see my juices running down the insides of my thighs. As I stood I glanced to the duo watching, the father’s cock was now bulging in his pants and the son had his hand in front of his crotch unsuccessfully trying to hide his obvious hard young cock. Jen just laughed and said that’s enough, we had about twelve to fourteen outfits and it was time to try on shoes. Still laughing, she told me since I had already lost my panties somewhere I should just leave them off while trying on shoes. I had a good idea what she had in mind.
We took the clothing purchases to Jay’s car then walked back to the mall, Jay smiling like a proud peacock, arm-in-arm between two sexy older women. I had forgotten about the father and son, but I noticed them watching as the three of us walked through the mall to the shoe store. They were following us at what the father assumed was a safe distance, hoping not to be noticed, but I knew they were following us, curious what would happen next. When we turned into the shoe store they walked on by, but taking note of where we were.
Jen had more than twenty pair of shoes for me to try on. Everything from what could only be described as ‘stripper heels’ to pumps, but all of them had one thing in common, they were sexy and screamed ‘fuck me’. The young sales clerk seemed all too happy to help us; he was a nice looking guy, late twenties and seemed very eager to assist me in trying on each pair.
At first I was careful to keep my thighs together but with my dress well above my knees, the clerk could still see quite a bit of my thighs. Jay was sitting behind the clerk, looking, hoping the teasing and play from the clothing store would continue here. I couldn’t disappoint my Sir. After the fifth or sixth pair of shoes, a pair of seven inch stripper heels with a three inch platform was next; I relaxed my legs, and gave the clerk a quick glimpse between my legs. Just long enough for him to question, did he see any panties or not? These shoes were best described as ‘come fuck-me heels’, appropriate only for a gentlemen’s club or the bedroom.
I looked to Jen and she gave a nod of approval. The clerk, who thought it safe while I was admiring the shoes, adjusted what appeared to be a very nice size cock growing in his pants. When I looked back to Jen she was making gestures for me to pull my dress higher and open my legs more; I had to admit, with her getting me turned on so early in the day I was very horny and would do just about anything.
For the next ten or so pair, I had my dress pulled up to the curve of my ass, exposing the tops of the thigh highs. I would part my thighs giving the clerk a clear view to my now quivering wet cunt. However, with my hand on the fabric of the dress my cunt was shaded and he still couldn’t get the full effect of what this day was doing to me. Jay was curious to see how far I would go with the clerk, he had no intentions of objecting; as a matter of fact, he looked very proud of how his slut was teasing the clerk.
I wasn’t sure how long they had been there, but the father and son were back; watching me tease looking over a display of shoes behind Jay. With only a few more pairs to try on, and me so turned on, I decided to reward my ‘fans’ for their loyalty in following me. I had my hands on top of my thighs now, my dress practically pulled up to my crotch. This time when the clerk went to slip the heel onto my foot I let my legs fall open giving him a well-lit view of my cunt; he couldn’t help but see my juices flowing out disappearing between my ass cheeks. I thought the father was going to knock over the shoes in front of him, as he leaned forward to get the best view possible.
I continued the extreme tease for the next few pair of heels, for the grand finish with the last pair I raised my leg to admire them as I sat there. Of course this gave everyone a good view of my bare cunt. I reached for the clerk asking his assistance to hold my leg up so I could see the heels better. I even pulled his hand underneath my leg to the lace of the thigh highs. He held my leg as I twisted and turned my foot, with no intentions of moving his hand.
With the clerk’s distracted I looked at Jay and mouthed the words to Jay, ‘should I let him feel my cunt?’
Jay nodded giving his slut permission; so in what would appear to be an effort to get a better look at the shoe, I slid down in the chair causing the clerks hand to move against my cunt. His natural reaction was to jerk his hand back, he quickly looked at me to gauge my reaction; but when he saw my smile he left his hand between my legs. I bent my knee, my heel at the back of his neck, I pulled him closer and he moved his hand back to my cunt. Looking up again for my reaction, my eyes closed, a soft moan of pleasure escaped my lips as he took the liberty to feel my all of my cunt.
My two voyeurs had boldly moved standing directly behind Jay, staring in disbelief. They were watching me be felt up by a stranger in public. As I felt a finger slide inside me, I almost came right there, but it was neither the time nor place; and Jay had not given me permission to cum. Thankfully this was the last pair of shoes because with the way I was feeling had there been more, I was going to need more than just a finger inside me. Realizing I could easily get carried away with what was happening I slid back in the chair and put my leg down. The clerk pulled his hand back and went back to professional mode, but he couldn’t help himself, he had to add.
“Ma’am, if there is anything else I can do to help you”, and with a wink, “anything at all, just let me know what you need!”
I caught what he was hinting at, and I answered,
“Thank you, but I have someone who takes very good care of me.”
I looked toward Jay and smiled a mischievous smile. Well, this little revelation that it was Jay I was referring too wasn’t missed by the father behind Jay, he jerked back with a surprised expression. He looked toward Jay, then back to me, disbelief written all over his face. He was obviously jealous at the thought of what I was saying, the young man in front of him the age of his own son was the one whom gets to enjoy the slut he had been watching all afternoon.
I stood and Jen spoke, “I think this is all we need here.”
With Jay’s help the clerk gathered the boxes and escorted us to check out. The clerk couldn’t thank us enough for the large purchase, meaning a very good commission on the sale as well as the show he had received. He gave me his card and said to come back soon, and be sure to ask for him.
I smiled, “Oh, I think I will be shopping here quite a bit, especially considering the helpful staff” and I winked at him sliding a finger between my lips.
The father and son were nonchalantly standing outside the shoe store when Jay noticed them, he had been so entranced watching me this was the first time he saw them; and to my shocking surprise Jay spoke to the son.
“Hi Randy what are you doing here?”
Damn, Jay knows him!
“Oh, hi Jay, just hanging out with dad. Mom started a new job this week and we’re just hanging out until she gets off work. What are you doing, looks like someone’s been shopping?”
“Yeah, just helping mom and Ms. Jen, they needed someone to carry the stuff they bought.”
Thankfully, Randy didn’t tell Jay he and his father had been watching us the past few hours. And Jay was acting like a normal teenager, like he didn’t really want to be here, that Jen and I had dragged him along with us. But I was still nervous.
“Jay, we really need to go, I still have to fix dinner.”
Dinner wasn’t that pressing, but I had to come up with something to get away from Randy and his dad; besides, ‘dad’ was undressing me with his eyes as Jay and Randy talked. From his glares he made it perfectly clear he wanted to fuck me, all he needed was an opportunity.
Jen asked if I needed anything from my car, if not I should just ride home with Jay and she would be by in the morning to give me a ride to the office. I thanked her and she gave me a quick kiss on the lips startling me, but I guess nothing unusual between good female friends; but for some reason I felt we were on the path of becoming very good ‘friends.’ After getting the other purchases from Jen’s SUV, Jay and I headed home.
What a first impression to make on one of Jay’s friends, him seeing Jay’s mom being such a slut. I had to know how well Jay knew Randy, and why hadn’t I seen him before. I tried to hide the anxiety in my voice as I asked Jay about Randy. Jay told me Randy was in his chemistry class and they were pretty good friends; Jay thought he was probably Randy’s only friend. When I asked since they were good friends why I hadn’t seen Randy before, Jay explained Randy was an introvert, he went to school and home. Randy had no social life; all he did was play video games. Randy had even created a few games of his own, he was a real geek. Randy was going to college on an IT scholarship with hopes of becoming rich in the video game industry. Hearing this I was hoping I was safe since Randy was a geek, and from what Jay said he didn’t talk to many people.
Randy’s dad certainly appreciated what he had seen and Randy didn’t turn away either, I believe he enjoyed what he saw? I thought, maybe Randy fantasizes about his own mom? What I didn’t realize was the significance of the comment that Randy’s mom had just started a new job this week. I didn’t know it, but I had already met Randy’s mom and I would be seeing Randy and his dad again in the very near future.
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