A couple weeks passed and Jay and I only grew closer. It was nice having someone in my life; in my bed, a man I had literally loved his entire life. There were still some growing pains getting used to Jay being my Sir rather than just my son, but I was doing pretty good. I hadn’t had to spend much time in Dad’s thinking closet lately and the stripes from Dad’s cane, delivered by Jay to remind me of my place, remind me that I belong to Sir and nobody else, remind me that I have given myself to him; to remind me nobody gets to use what belongs to Sir without his permission. This was actually very erotic, kind of a turn-on once the burn went away. I viewed the red marks as a badge earned on my way to earning rank with my new Sir.
Jay was improving too, he studied Dad’s journal for a few minutes almost every night after finishing his homework. He was back at school after Dad’s passing, studying hard hoping to get a scholarship for college next year, and I was back at work at the law firm where I am a legal secretary. Jay and I were busy through the week, so there wasn’t much time for play; but Jay made sure his slut wasn’t neglected and I woke him almost every morning with my mouth on his cock.
It was Tuesday morning, and we were to go to Dad’s Attorney for the reading of his will. I dreaded it; it was like I would finally have to admit he was gone. I took the day off work and Jay was excused from school. Jay was still asleep when I woke. I looked over at him, so proud, what a handsome man he had become.
I slid underneath the covers and as usual for a young man Jay’s age, his cock was rock hard with morning wood. I let his cock part my lips as I slid them down the shaft. Jay had a beautiful cock; the soft young skin felt silky sliding between my lips. He groaned and started to stir; giving me the sign he would wake soon. I knew this day was going to be stressful for him, so I was determined to suck all the stress from Jay’s body through his cock.
Without any warm-up, I engulfed Jay’s cock, feeling the head in my throat, I swallowed causing my muscles to squeeze and massage him. Instead of me being the one to gag, Jay woke choking at the shock of his entire cock being swallowed so suddenly. He looked down realizing what was going on. He grabbed a handful of my hair and guided my head up off his cock, then pushed down slowly and gently.
“Oh fuck mom, you scared me, I didn’t know what the fuck was going on.”
Lifting my mouth just far enough off his cock to talk, “Just showing my Sir the proper appreciation each morning as I should.” And I went back down, determined to make sure Jay was relaxed as possible to start this difficult day and I, I get the reward of the drug from my Sir’s cock which helped me make it through each day. My tempo was reaching a feverish pitch, loud, sloppy and wet; me groaning and moaning anxious to feel his cum flood my mouth.
But, to my surprise, Jay pulled my mouth off his cock and flipped me over onto my back. In a flash he had my feet in the air and was between my legs. He pushed his cock all the way inside; of course I had learned from Dad, unless something was really tugging at my emotions, my cunt is always dripping wet and ready to fuck. This time I was the one to choke from my cunt being filled so suddenly; I gasped for breath.
“Oh god Sir, oh fuck; that feels so damn good. Fuck your cunt Sir, it is all yours; take it, fuck me like the nasty slut I am Sir.” And Jay wasn’t about to disappoint me, not that he ever did. Unless we only had time for a quickie, every time Jay fucked me it was like it was going to be the last time and he wanted to make a lasting memory. I came after only three or four strokes and this kept my cunt at a level where I would cum again each time Jay spoke.
“Tell me mom, tell your son how much you like having the cock you gave birth to filling your cunt again; taking control, fucking your cunt anytime I want?”
Jay was right, I loved it, I loved him, and I couldn’t get enough of him. I was his, he owned me heart, body and soul. I came again, “Oh damn Sir, oh fuck, your slut is cumming again. That should show you how much your slut loves your cock in her. Your slut is ready to fuck anytime you want Sir, give it to me, as hard as you want, I need it, and I need it hard! Tear your cunt up Sir, you won’t break me, harder damn-it, fuck me harder; show me I am not only your sub, I am your slut who needs cock to survive.”
“Oh fuck mom, you are my slut, you are mine to play with any way I choose; I love that you’re my slut mom, I love you.”
This morning the intensity had built quickly. I don’t know if it was because of what we were going to face later in the day or what; but soon Jay was ready, his body stiffened. With the first twinge of his cock inside me, the first whole body jerk, shooting his cum inside me, I came with him. I dug my fingernails into his ass and pulled him deeper inside me. This morning wasn’t just fucking for either one of us; we were sharing our love for each other, joined as one to face the day together.
Jay fell back on the bed, and I crawled up against him. I cradled my head against his neck.
“I love you so much Sir, thank you for being there for me, for taking care of me. I couldn’t make it without you.” Jay combed his fingers though my hair with one hand and caressed my shoulder with the other.
“My sweet slut, I love you too; you have always been there for me. It is about time I am able to repay you for all you have done for me. Mom, I needed that, I needed the release before we go to see Pop’s lawyer today. I am scared, I know all about you and Pop’s secret life now, but I know nothing about his affairs. What will we do if there is a problem with Pop’s estate?”
“Sir, it will be ok, we will get through whatever it is together, like we always have. We have each other to lean on; and remember, it is slut or slut mommy. You are almost grown now and the maturity you have shown since Dad passed you have earned that right to call me your slut”
“But, for today, you seem like just family, the only family I have left. Calling you slut just didn’t seem right?”
“Sir, I know what I am, I am a slut; I have always been one ever since I turned 16. Trust your Pops, it is a term of endearment; it tells me since I am what I am, I am good at it. Thank you for caring so much about my feelings, but I am fine, I am proud to be your slut and I want to be the best slut you ever meet in life.”
“Oh mommy slut, you already are and always will be the best, no other girl or woman could ever compare to you.”
I snuggled tighter against Jay’s neck, proud to hear him say that about me, his mom, his slut.
We must have dozed off; we wouldn’t have time to eat before getting ready to leave for the meeting with the attorney, we could grab a bite on the way. I quietly slipped away from Jay and went to the shower. When I finished I called for Jay to get ready while I put on makeup. Jay finished in the shower and went to his room to get dressed.
At first I was at a loss for what to wear, but then I thought, this was for Dad, I would dress to honor him; I just hoped I wouldn’t embarrass Jay. I chose a short black plaid school-girl type skirt, the matching black sheer blouse, black thigh highs with a wide band of pretty lace at the top which was barely hidden by the short skirt. A black lace thong, the matching lace bra that would look nice through the sheer blouse and with cups cut low that probably revealed too much of my full breasts for the general public. Next was a pair of black Mary Janes with a two inch platform in front and 6 inch heels.
I finished off the outfit with the special jewelry Dad had bought for me, an anklet with the word ‘Slut’ written in script which made the word difficult to read unless someone was down at my ankles only a couple feet away. Next was matching necklace and earrings. The necklace was a lock to signify I was owned, and the earrings were simulated keys for the lock.
I unbuttoned the blouse so the last button fastened was even with where the bra passed underneath my tits; not that it mattered, the sheer blouse did nothing to hide my bra. The special expensive perfume Dad had bought me was the last thing, it was a unique blend Dad had ordered from Asia; he had enjoyed how once a man got a whiff of the scent he would turn on his heels to search for the wonderful smell. Then men would follow me around as if in a trance, unable to resist until Dad gave them a look, telling them to back off.
Even though I was dressed anything but professionallly, I pulled my hair up as if I was going to work, a no-nonsense style that said I am in charge when I walked into the room. Even though I am a sub, a slut in my private life, in my professional life I take charge and get things done. More than once just a facial expression had caused the most seasoned attorney to think twice about what he was saying when I was in the room.
Jay called for me from downstairs. “Slut, let’s go, we’re gonna be late; and we still need to grab something to eat.”
“Be right there Sir.” One more look in the mirror, except for my hair, I was a slut alright; my outfit left no question about it. But, Dad would be proud, this was one of his favorite outfits, the ‘Dark Schoolgirl’; and right now I didn’t care, today was about Dad, I wanted him to be proud of his slut.
As I stepped off the stairs, my heels clicked loud against the floor, Jay turned…
“Damn, my fucking slut looks delicious; but do you think that is ok to wear out?”
“Sir, today I am not only your slut, I am also Dad’s slut; I want him to be proud.”
“Well, I am sure Pops can see you, and he is very proud. You are the hottest mom around, and definitely the hottest slut, a real slut, not just some prissy bitch trying to play a part-time role. But… But… What if someone in town sees you, and the attorney, what will he think?’
“Sir, I don’t care, this is me, this is how Dad liked me to dress. Besides, didn’t you notice the other mom’s looking at me at your school functions I went too with you? Dad always had me dress in something that was a little too tight, a skirt or dress that was a little too short, a blouse that was a little too low or shoes with heels that were a little too high. The other moms would whisper and point, but Dad taught me not to worry, he taught me to be proud of myself, walk tall and hold my head high; for the most part they were jealous.
Besides, their husbands and boyfriends couldn’t take their eyes off me, which just burned the other moms even more. I am not out to win a popularity contest, I know who my friends are and they are with me no matter what. And another thing, somehow Dad found out that as much as the other moms were jealous of me, they secretly wished they were me. I was a genuine sexy lady; each step showed confidence because of Dad. Them, spending much more money on tacky designer fashions that changed each year, they only ended up looking like insecure old teenage wannabe’s.
Not that I was dressed properly for my age by society’s standards, but Dad had also taught me how to pull off the sexy look in public. It was as if I was a classy call-girl, a classy whore whom every man wanted, every head turned when she walked into the room, it was a classy sexy only those too ignorant to understand and jealous of me had a problem with. But of course I didn’t have that classy look today; I was dressed as Dad’s slut, and proud to be his slut.
I grabbed my long coat, “Now let’s go, are you driving or me?”
“We will have to take your SUV slut mom; my little car is running rough. I have tried to figure out what’s wrong but I think it is just old. I appreciate Pops getting it for me, and it was all I needed when I got my license. I would have hated to put all those dents and dings in a new car learning how to drive. I remember being pissed at Pops for not getting me something better but he always knew best. I just hope it makes it until I get out of school and get a job to put a down-payment of something else.”
We hopped in my SUV, which was not without problems of its own; it wasn’t as bad as Jay’s but it had quite a few years on her and little things were starting to go wrong.
We ran through a drive-thru for something to eat and arrived at the attorney’s office with ten minutes to spare. The gentleman Jay is, he jumped out and ran around to my side opening my door helping me out. He offered his arm and escorted me inside.
Jay took my coat and hung it on the rack by the door. When the little twit receptionists looked up from her cell phone and saw me standing there, towering over her in my heels, she gave me a nasty look at the way I was dressed. I guess she thought I should be in a turtleneck sweater with a dress to my ankles. It was obvious all this young bitch had going for her was her tight little 20-something body, no brains at all. I wondered how she even got this job, she would have been sent packing at my firm as soon she walked in the door.
I introduced myself…
“Fay Johnson and Jay Stewart for Carl Jones, we have an appointment.”
The little girl huffed at me because she actually had to do something, she found our names in her computer and rudely instructed us to have a seat; Carl would be with us in a few minutes.
‘Carl’, not Mr. Jones? The bitch in me was about to come out as I drew my hand back mocking a slap to the arrogant little disrespectful shit but Jay took my hand and lowered it with his fingers intertwined with mine and led me to a chair. I was still fuming when Mr. Jones came out to greet us. He offered his hand to me to help me to my feet then gave me a hug as if he was an old friend; he shook Jays hand the same way.
“Hello Fay and you must be Jay; follow me to my office.”
I must say I was more than shocked he didn’t address us in a more professional manor, as Fay Johnson and Jay Stewart; and what was up with that hug, I had never met the man before in my life. The hug was a little too personal; it was much more than a normal hug between a professional man and woman. The other surprising thing was, he didn’t bat an eye with me being dressed in Dad’s outfit.
“Take a seat Fay, and Jay, pull up a chair from the wall and we will get things started.”
He talked in the same friendly tone his actions and body language spoke in the waiting area, as if he had known us all our lives. The chairs were plush soft leather, probably the softest I had ever felt, and the cool soft natural covering felt great against the bare cheeks of my ass. Everything in his office said professional, the only thing out of place was the stupid bitch outside; I still couldn’t get over her arrogant attitude.
“Fay, Jay, I assume you know why you’re here, right?”
I replied, “Yes Sir Mr. Jones, we are here about Dad’s will, right?”
“Correct, but first, you obviously don’t know who I am do you?”
“You’re Dad’s attorney.”
“Well yes, while that’s right, your dad and I go way back, we were in the military together; in fact, he saved my life while we were in the military. I owe Bill my life. Fay, it is because of me that your dad has that nasty scar on his back, he didn’t tell you how he got the scar?”
“No Sir Mr. Jones, anytime I asked he said he fell off a friend’s horse before I was born.”
“For starters, you have got to drop the Sir and Mr. Jones, I am simply Carl to you and Jay.”
“Carl, I thought dad told me everything about his past?”
“Fay, he wasn’t a very open person with his private life; but he was a good man, he didn’t hurt good people. He didn’t reveal everything he was capable of. Fay, do you remember when you and Frank broke up? Remember how quickly Frank was picked up and took to jail after your dad rescued you from him? Remember Frank threatened your dad?”
“Yes, I remember, at the time I didn’t think much of it; but now that you mention it, things did move fast and Frank never bothered me as long as dad was alive.”
“Well, there are other things you don’t know about your dad, things you don’t need to know; but he had more influence in this town, in this state than you knew. Not everything he did was pure and innocent, in fact it was borderline illegal, but it was always the right thing to do. He was well liked and he helped a lot of people; but, with the way he had to do things he needed a good attorney he knew he could trust to help him do the things he needed to get done. So your dad brought me here. He heard about my marriage failing back in Missouri and he talked me into coming here to the hills of western Virginia to be his partner.
Bill told me all about his daughter Fay and his grandson Jay, he was so proud of the two of you. As strong as he was, when your mom died he wouldn’t have made it had it not been for the two of you. He talked about you all the time, we were closer than brothers, he told me everything; and I do mean everything. We were close, very close.”
I was just sitting and listening up until now, but when Carl repeated ‘everything’ my mouth fell open, I must have turned every shade of red there is. I could only assume what that meant; he knew about me and Dad, about our D/s relationship. Well, that explained why he acted as if he didn’t even notice the way I was dressed, he knew everything. Carl noticed the shocked look on my face and felt obligated to quickly put me at ease.
“Fay, I feel I have known you and Jay all your lives, and actually I have through Bill. And yes, I know everything, I have never told a sole, your secret was and always will be safe with me. I know more than you are thinking right now, but we will get into that later. Remember, I am not just your dad’s attorney, I am his friend, his business partner; I owe him my life and owe my practice here to your dad. Your dad had business interests that someone needs to take care of and protect.”
“Mr. Jones, I mean Carl, all this is good to know, but what does this have to do with me and reading Dad’s will?”
“Fay, I will get to that in your dad’s will.”
Mr. Jones started reading, first all the formalities then things got interesting, very interesting; turns out Dad was a very wealthy man yet lived modestly in the same house I grew up in. Dad had his hands in many businesses. There was a steady flow of income that I would learn more about later, a very good income. Carl explained someone needed to take over Dad’s side of the partnership. Dad had left very detailed instructions should he pass.
First off there was property to be dealt with, I was to sell my house and move into Dad’s. Mr. Jones had already taken care of this and had a buyer willing to pay better than market value for my home. While Dad’s house was out in the country on a small 15 acre farm, it was closer to the city than where I currently lived, and there were some secrets about the house Carl would go over with us later. We wouldn’t have to move until after Jay graduated, he could finish high school where he is at now.
Dad wanted me to take over his side of the business partnership. Jay’s part in the business was a scholarship to the college in the city; four years fully paid to study for a degree in Business Management with a minor in Psychology to prepare him to take over Dad’s side after me. Dad obviously wanted Jay to learn about how to manage a business, but with the requirement of psychology, Dad also wanted Jay to learn how to manage people. And, the good thing was, Jay could live at home with us moving into Dad’s house and commute to the city for classes.
Things sounded good so far, but when commuting was mentioned Jay spoke up, not willing to wait until the end. “But Mr. Jones, you mentioned commuting, while Pop’s house is closer to the college, my little car will never last to make the commute and I have no money to buy another car right now.”
“Jay, I was just getting to that; did you notice the other vehicles in the parking lot yet you are the only clients here? There is one for each of you, Fay is to leave her SUV here with me and there will be someone out to pick your car up tomorrow.”
“Seriously, the other cars outside are ours? Can we go look at them now?” For a moment we were reminded of Jay’s youth with him being so anxious with minor details.
Mr. Jones chuckled. “Not right now Jay, we will look at them later. And as far as money, your grandpa has taken care of that also, next August you will start as a manager trainee with Mr. Moore at the local bank; not that you will need the money, your grandpa was very successful and as long as his business interests are managed correctly there will be a very comfortable flow of income.”
“Business interests; what business interests did Dad have; and how can we manage them correctly when we don’t know anything about them?”
“Good question Fay and that is where you come in. Your dad knew you needed to feel independent, which is why he allowed you to stay at the firm you’re at now, even though they pay you well below what you are worth. Your experience in how the law works is invaluable, and starting next week you will work here, your official title will be Executive Legal Secretary; but you will actually be taking your dad’s place as my business partner. I also need someone to run the office here so you will be the Office Manager.”
Immediately the twit receptionist popped into my mind. “Carl, does running the office include the reception area?”
“Yes it does Fay, why?”
“Well, I don’t mean to sound negative but your current receptionist is a disrespectful, spoiled little air-headed bitch!”
“I know what you mean Fay, and I just haven’t had time to take care of it; I only hired her as a favor to a previous client. But that son-of-a bitch still owes me money so I have no reason to feel obligated to keep his incompetent little princess around here running off clients. She is your responsibility now Fay, do what you want, cute little girls wanting that job are a dime a dozen, there is a list of candidates in the file cabinet should you need it.”
“Carl, I don’t want to put anyone out of a job, but she needs to go, she does not reflect the professionalism of your firm.”
“Do what you think is best Fay, starting next week the office is yours”
“Thank you Sir, it will be my pleasure, I won’t disappoint you.”
“I am sure you won’t Fay, Bill has told me a lot about you, and your professional competence is not in question.”
“Thank you Carl.”
“Now, there are some personal issues Bill has addressed in his will. Fay, I know all about your relationship with your dad…”
I blushed again and looked down, “You do? Are you saying you really do know everything? I guess you think we are awful, sick people don’t you Carl?”
“Yes Fay, I do know everything; and no I don’t think you are awful. I am in the same Lifestyle. You will understand better once you meet my sub, she is a paralegal here at the firm. The majority of the time at work, we are strictly professional, but she still knows her place and doesn’t cross that line; but that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun even at work when possible.
I also know Jay has taken Bill’s place in your life. Bill has asked me to look after Jay, with your dad gone I am here for guidance and advice for Jay, should there be any issues or situations he can’t handle he is to come to me. Jay, do you understand? I am really easy to talk too outside the courtroom and the office; Jay, please feel comfortable coming to me with anything, and I do mean anything.”
Jay’s face first showed horror, someone else knew his family’s most private secrets, and this man knew he was fucking his own mother. But once Jay looked up and answered Mr. Jones, he seen there was true compassion and concern in Carl’s eyes.
“Yes Sir, I understand, and thank you for the offer; with Pops gone I was concerned who I would go to for personal advice. A computer search can only go so far, and it is rather impersonal and cold.”
Mr. Jones went over the remaining details with us, and then he added…
“There is one other thing about my partnership with Bill; Fay, do you remember your dad’s shop in the middle of his property?”
“Yes Sir, he built it quite a few years ago, why?”
“The shop as you call it is a joint venture of ours; it isn’t a shop at all, it is a guesthouse converted to a playhouse. So far I have been the only one that has used it but Bill has helped me. I have play parties there along with classes for those interested in learning more about our lifestyle; helping to teach others was Bill’s only part, he was committed to you and would not play with others, not that he didn’t get plenty of offers from lots of attractive ladies, young attractive ladies. You will learn quite a few women; women you know and would never dream of, are involved in similar activities.
It is Bill’s desire once you and Jay move into his house for us to operate the Escape together; Jay will take his place teaching classes, with my direction of course. And Fay, Jay has the option of having you help teach classes or be the demo for others. The three of us will be equal partners in running the Escape.”
Jay spoke up, uncertainty in his voice, “Mr. Jones, are you sure about this, all I know is from reading Pops’ journal and what I have read on the Internet?”
“Jay, you will be fine, Bill told me about your recent transition and he left very detailed instructions on where you need to go from here.
Now, let’s go out and look at those cars. Oh, and Fay, here is a 5000.00 check from me, the clothes you have been wearing to your now previous job are too old and outdated, they cover way too much. This will help you start here with an entirely new professional wardrobe. Fay, you are a beautiful woman, and your role as my partner is to show just how attractive you are while still being professional. Jen, my sub and paralegal will take you and Jay next week to help you pick out the right outfits, she knows the look I need the days I take you to court with me, and Jay needs to go for his approval”
“Thank you Carl, but I can’t take this; besides, from what you said earlier, I have plenty of money of my own now to buy clothes.
Mr. Jones spoke as he moved out from behind his desk. “I know that Fay, this is my welcome gift to you for coming on board with me; and your dad’s funds won’t be available for another couple weeks.”
Mr. Jones opened the door to his office for us as we walked into the lobby area, I couldn’t resist.
“Carl, what is the receptionist’s name?”
“Britney, Britney Alexander.”
I walked up to the desk in front of Britney, “Um, Britney, as of Monday plan on looking for another job, you’re FIRED! Your services will no longer be needed here.”
“Mr. Jones, what is she talking about; and who is this old whore, who is she to tell me I am fired?”
“Britney, watch your mouth, she is the new Executive Legal Secretary and Office Manager. Maybe on your next job you will learn to treat everyone professionally because you never know whose ass you will need to kiss.”
“But, but Mr. Jones, I need this job; and you promised daddy…”
“You should have thought about how bad you needed this job when you brought that shitty attitude in here; and, as for ‘daddy’, tell that son-of-a-bitch I will be by next week to get the money he owes me. No you heard the lady, your last day is Friday, Jen will have your check ready. And, if you want to make sure you see that check, there better not be any problems between now and Friday afternoon, understand… Britney?”
“But Mr. Jones, what do you mean if I want to see that check Friday, you have to pay me, it’s the law.”
“Britney, don’t try to tell me the law, have you forgot who the attorney is here? Don’t try me, or not getting your check will be the least of your worries!”
Her entire attitude changed, she acted like a whipped pup when she answered…
“Yes Mr. Jones, I understand, there won’t be any problems Sir.”
I wasn’t sure what Mr. Jones meant when he said the check would be the least of her worries, I felt sure I would soon find out though; and I also got the feeling his firm was not one someone would want to be in bad graces with.
We walked outside, I hadn’t really noticed it was a new Cadillac Escalade when we came in, and beside it was a conservative but very dependable new 2-door Honda Accord. Mr. Jones handed me a set of keys and guided me to the Escalade, told me to transfer my things and leave my old SUV here; it would be sold for market value and he would get the money to me soon. I was thankful for the gift Dad was providing for me, but Jay didn’t seem too impressed with his gift, not that he didn’t appreciate it. He had been raised better than that; but as with any young man his age he had hoped for something with a little more bling and curb appeal.
Mr. Jones noticed this as he handed the keys for the Honda to Jay…
“Jay, Bill knew you would need a practical car while commuting to college, there is a fund with enough money to get whatever vehicle you want once you have earned your college degrees”
Jay’s expression changed, now knowing his Pops wasn’t simply providing him with dependable transportation, Pops wanted him to have what he wanted, in time, after he earned it.
“Thank you Mr. Jones, I don’t know what to say…”
“Jay, its Carl, we are partners now remember; and don’t thank me, this is all your grandpa’s doing, I am simply the messenger. Now, you kids go have fun, we will be in touch; and Fay, I will see you Monday.”
Jay and Mr. Jones helped me transfer my things into the Escalade, and soon we were pulling out of the parking lot of Mr. Jones’ firm, Carl waving like we were family leaving his home. Carl and Dad must have been very close, and he had to have known everything for quite a while to treat Jay and me so warmly.
It was mid-afternoon now, and I was hungry but I did have some reservations about stopping to eat with the way I was dressed; Jay had never been out with me dressed as Dad’s slut, his slut now. I pulled over at the next convenience store, Jay pulled in behind me. When Jay came up to my door asking if I was ok, I brought up the issue of needing something to eat but pointed out I wasn’t exactly dressed properly, needless to say I wasn’t dressed anything close to the way a proper mom would dress.
“My sweet considerate slut mom, you look fine; besides, we will drive into the city, no one knows us there. And what did Pops teach you… ‘Don’t worry about what others think; those who care don’t matter, and those who matter don’t care’.”
“Sir, are you sure, you won’t be embarrassed; this outfit is quite revealing? People will stare.”
“I love you, and I am very proud of you; to have such a sexy woman with me is a huge compliment; any guy would love to be me right now. Now follow me, we are going to celebrate this new chapter in our lives, I know just the place.”
Jay pulled out and I pulled in behind him, it was only a few blocks. Jay pulled up to a nice restaurant in the middle of the tall buildings of the city. By the time I got stopped, Jay was at my door, ready to open it and help me out. Dad had taught Jay well, even though I was his slut, it didn’t mean he couldn’t treat me with the respect a lady deserves; as a matter of fact, a Dom is to treat his sub with respect knowing she has given him the best gift anyone could give another, the gift of herself.
We walked in and Jay knew his way around the restaurant, he knew the better tables and he instructed the hostess where he wanted to sit. As she led us to a table, every head turned to see the young guy with the sexy, actually slutty older woman. Thankfully there weren’t many customers this time of day, most clientele were business men on a late lunch. A few obviously choosing a late lunch to be discreet because they were a little too friendly with their young secretaries or perhaps their daughters, same as Jay was with me; I chose to believe they were secretaries. The ironic thing was, the clothes of the young girls didn’t cover much more than mine, but theirs were professional office attire, with a little too high slit in the skirt or dress, and an extra button or two unfastened in front. I was getting an idea of the look Carl expected when we went shopping next week.
“Sir, how do you know this place, I can tell you have been here before.”
“Fay (as we had agreed I would be addressed in the general public), Pops brought me here a few times to meet a friend; he would order for us then disappear into the back for a little while. At the time I wasn’t sure where he went or what he was doing; but after what Mr. Jones said today, I am starting to understand. There was much more to Pops and his business than either of us imagined.”
“I am starting to think the same thing, Dad always seemed to have money, I just didn’t know how much; and he never seemed to work, he just ‘visited’ a lot.
Sir, are you sure you’re ok, when I sit my skirt slides up exposing not only the wide lace top of my thigh highs but also some skin above the lace? The men in here can’t take their eyes off me, and the girls are pissed that all of their men’s attention isn’t on them.”
“Fay, Pops told me the same thing he told you, ‘Don’t worry about what others think; those who care don’t matter, and those who matter don’t care’, I never was really sure what he meant, but I am thinking this is one of the times those words of wisdom applies. Fuck ‘em Fay, let ‘em look, you’re with me, you came in with me and you’re leaving with me; and it is a turn on that I have something all these pretentious assholes wish they had. Their little sexy-taries can’t compare to you on their best day!”
“Aw, thank you Sir, flattery will get you everywhere!” and I pursed my lips giving Jay an air kiss in his direction.”
Jay’s sweetness, attention and confidence was having an effect on me, I had worried what would be his reaction the first time we went out in public with me dressed provocatively. I had pictured it as being a complete disaster with Jay being embarrassed to be seen with such an old lady whom most would assume, with me dressed like this, was not his mom. I thought Jay would think, like the little twit at Mr. Jones’ office, that I should dress more my age, dress more conservative; but Jay was handling this perfectly. Not only was Jay not embarrassed, he was actually proud, complimenting me.
The waiter came over for our drink order, and even though Jay was talking, the waiter’s eyes were darting from my sheer blouse, down to my exposed upper thighs then back to my tits. Again, rather than be annoyed or embarrassed, Jay wink and smiled at me showing he was proud to be with me. After ordering drinks, I was overcome with pride myself, proud to have such a nice attentive Sir, proud to be with such a handsome young man, proud at the wonderful young man my son had become.
Thinking of the compliments Jay had given me, I wanted to do something special for him; I wanted to set a good precedent for us going out in public together with me dressed to attract attention. I excused myself to the ladies room. Inside one of the stalls, I couldn’t help but touch my cunt, I was so fucking wet. Not being out alone with Jay this way before, I had no idea I would be so turned on. I truly was a slut, the instant my finger brushed across my clit, my cunt was aching to be fucked; I needed Jay’s hard young cock inside me. I slide my thong down my legs and off over my Mary Janes. Crumpling the thin fabric in my hand I returned to our table.
“Sir, hold out your hand, your slut has something for you…”
“What is it Fay, what’s going on?”
“Sir, just hold out your hand.” And when he did, I placed my thong in his palm. Jay’s response was that of utter shock, this was something totally new for him. When he looked up with an approving devilish smile, I knew I had definitely done something good. Mental note: Do this again!
Our late lunch went well, our waiter stuttered every time he walked over, which was often because I was positioned so that when others weren’t looking I would open my legs giving him a flash of my bare cunt underneath the table. Of course I asked Jay before I did this, the same shocked look came over his face, and with him not having been in this scenario before gave me an unsure answer to go ahead, but he did smile he said ‘I guess so, I’m not sure what to expect next’. Oh, my sweet sexy Sir has so much to learn, so many new things to experience.
I slipped a foot from my shoe and pushed it into Jay’s crotch; he was enjoying seeing his slut play with the waiter. I thought, ‘If Sir likes this simple little amount of play, he will really enjoy it when I can really turn it up’. The confidence Jay had when he came in was slowly drifting away, I could only surmise it was now in his young hard cock. He was so big and hard, I was surprised he hadn’t passed out, surprised there was enough blood left for the rest of his body.
As we ate, I told Jay how proud I was of him, not as my son, but as my Sir, as my lover, as my companion. I rubbed his cock with my stocking covered toes telling him how bad his slut mom needed his cock inside her; I ran my tongue around my lips, telling him how I wanted to rub his cum on my lips like lip-gloss. Knowing he enjoys hearing how I love the feeling of his cock popping through the muscles into my throat, I really poured on the nasty sex talk. With my toes, I could feel a large wet spot forming in the front of Jay’s pants; thankfully he had worn a dark pair of dress slacks.
Somehow Jay finished eating as I played with him and we discussed what happened at Mr. Jones office today, what other surprises we would find out about Dad, and also about Mr. Jones. We also discussed our future together, the possibilities for play, as well as the reality of getting caught.
Almost two hours had passed since the waiter first brought our drinks, lunch had gone on much longer than I thought, but we didn’t have anywhere else to be today, so why not relax and enjoy. My lengthy time of teasing our waiter was also having an effect on him, each time he came over the bulge in the front of his uniform was a little bigger, and now it looked like a wild beast straining to get out. Jay suggested we take this play home, which I had no objection too. The check was lying on the table, it was quite expensive for lunch and I knew Jay didn’t have the money for the bill. I lay my credit card on top for the waiter to pick up, which he hurried over to do same as he did every time I spread my thighs giving him a flash. I loved this, and from Jay’s expression watching the waiter make a fool of himself stumbling around I could tell Jay was enjoying it too. Mental note: Must do this again soon and often!
I excused myself to the ladies room before we left, and the look on Jay’s face was priceless when I returned. In the ladies room, I had removed my bra; my tits were now easily visible through the material of the sheer blouse. Thank goodness, there were only three other people still in the restaurant. One was busy on his laptop in a corner, and the other two were older men in business suits sitting by the door. Even though I was a mature woman, my tits were still firm enough to have a nice bounce and sway to them as they moved around unfettered inside my blouse.
When the waiter returned for me to sign the slip, I opened my thighs allowing him to look at my cunt as he walk toward us, I wondered if he could see how wet I was, how swollen my cunt was needing to be fucked? It wasn’t until he was standing at our table that he noticed my naked tits through my sheer blouse, my dark nipples pushing against the thin material. I laughed when he dropped everything to the floor he had in his hands, which I gladly moved to pick up, giving him a good look as my blouse fell open, and my tits hanging. He had just seen my tits thru my sheer blouse, but now he was seeing nothing but flesh. He just stood there speechless. I signed the ticket and motioned to Jay for us to go.
As I stood, our waiter was still standing there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. I couldn’t resist, I wanted to finish off his unbelievable afternoon shift. I leaned my luscious red lips to his ear and whispered...
“Yes, he is fucking me; and everything you saw feels even better flesh to flesh!”
His knees buckled, if I had said anything more he would have been a puddle in the floor! LOL Jay laughed, later telling me he loved it, he enjoyed seeing me take complete control of the waiter simply by showing him my cunt and tits and simply whispering a few words, no physical contact was required.
As we approached the door, where the two men sat, I pulled at Jay’s hand to slow down his stride, making sure the guys got a good look at Sir’s treasures. They stopped talking and watched us all the way to our new cars. I could tell they were still watching through the window as I passionately kissed Jay, thanking him for a wonderful lunch.
Again, always the young gentleman, Jay opened my door and helped me up into the Escalade, as one final measure, I slipped two fingers in my cunt, then bringing them to Jay’s lips, smearing the shiny slick juices from one side to the other. As I pushed them inside his mouth so he could taste how wet and horny I was, looked back to the window, the men were still watching. Seeing the men watch as I treated Sir to a hint of things to come, and thinking back to how I had teased the waiter, my cunt ached needing to cum. It had been a wonderful day so far, and the day wasn’t over yet. Yes, Jay had a lot to learn and a lot more to experience.
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