Gwendolyn swung her legs out of bed and stretched. I watched her fluid movements in the morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of her childhood bedroom. Her arms up over her head revealed her alluring armpits. She arched her back, thrusting her nipples against the thin material of her sleeveless tee.

Instantly awake and aroused, I straightened my legs and stretched out on the floor beside her bed where I had slept.

"None the worse for wear, I see," she said, noting my erection.

I looked down. "No, everything still works." I smiled at her. The pain of her kick in the balls had faded quickly. I was glad that she had accepted its boost to her confidence.

"That's good!" She grinned, "'Cause I might want to do it again. How did you know I would like it so much?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. You were fading - your power was wavering or something. You've always been so sure of yourself." My heartbeat was accelerating just looking at her, nearly naked, her hair all bed-tangled.

I got up and sat cross-legged. "It was worth it," I said, looking up at her.

Her smile flashed from playful to imperious. "You are a good and faithful servant. You may worship me now."

She reached a hand out to me. I stood and she guided my face into her armpit, warm and sticky and rewarding. And so we began our morning rituals, culminating in a naked dash across the hall to the bathroom where I drank her strong morning piss and we showered together.

We made plans as we dressed. I wore yesterday's jeans with a clean shirt, she put on a skirt. We didn't need to leave until mid-afternoon. I wanted to drive over to my parents' house to pick up my sleeping bag. Gwendolyn thought that was a good idea. "I'm going to want you to sleep over more often," she said.

She decided not to come with me. "I want to meet your parents, but not today. If you go right after breakfast, I'll use that time to talk to Mom. I'm going to tell her about us. When you get back, I'm going to go out to see someone and I want you to stay with her."

She had been planning something, it was evident, but she wouldn't tell me what. I knew she was worried about leaving her mom alone.

We found Teresa in the kitchen, sipping coffee and waiting for us. She hadn't dressed, but she was modestly garbed in a large blue bathrobe over pale green pajamas.

"There you are!" she said cheerfully. "Want some breakfast? I was just about to scramble some eggs."

"Morning, Mom," Gwendolyn said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Yes, eggs would be great!"

I watched them interact. Gwendolyn helped her mom instinctively, taking things out of drawers or cupboards, handing her things or taking things from her, cleaning up, putting things away, all while speaking of other things entirely. It looked like telepathy.

I saw how alike they were, how beautiful. Teresa was a glimpse into Gwendolyn's future, how exquisitely attractive she would remain after thirty-odd years. I surprised myself, feeling the sense of permanence that implied. I wanted to belong to Gwendolyn forever.

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My parents were surprised to see me. I explained somewhat briefly about Gwendolyn and her cat and my volunteering to provide transport. I said I needed my sleeping bag for a weekend camping trip I was planning. So, I lied. I wanted to tell them the truth, to tell them everything, but this was neither the time nor the place.

I was gone about forty minutes. Gwendolyn and Teresa were still at the kitchen table with coffee when I returned. Everything else had been cleaned up and put away. And Teresa had changed into black leggings and an oversized pale yellow tee shirt. She was still barefoot.

"...and she's a lot older, at least twenty-five years," Gwendolyn was saying.

"Okay," Teresa responded, "but they're hardly a normal couple by any stretch of imagination."

"Hi, Mike. Get undressed," Gwendolyn said before resuming the conversation with her mom.

"All I'm saying is don't rule it out. There are lots of younger men out there. Age is no reason - not by itself - to throw away a chance for happiness. Seriously!" she said seriously.

Teresa sighed. "I'll try to keep an open mind."

Gwendolyn smiled. "That's all I'm asking."

She got up and hugged her mother, one of those awkward standing to seated person hugs. I had been taking off my clothes and was down to my underpants. I shot Gwendolyn an inquiring glance as I hooked my thumbs in the waistband. My cock had been rising. It was now fully erect.

She nodded affirmatively at me and said, "I told Mom that you are a very obedient boy and that you will do everything she tells you."

"Yes, Gwendolyn." My boner bounced free as I pulled down my briefs and cast them aside.

"I should be back in an hour or two," she announced. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" she added with a wink, going out the door to the garage to take her mother's car.

I stood there for a moment, feeling awkward, while Teresa looked me over calmly, silently. I was grateful that she seemed unperturbed. Maybe she didn't want anything from me.

"Do you mind if I sit down?" I asked, adding, "I'd like to sit on the floor, please."

"Of course. Sure," she said, amused.

I sat, or rather knelt, sitting on my feet.

"May I kneel at your feet?" I wanted to be closer to her.

"Okay." Now her amusement was more evident. She was probably waiting to see what I would do. It appeared she had no interest in ordering me around.

She was interested in our relationship, though. Understandably.

"Gwendolyn says you 'worship' her. What does that mean exactly?"

"It means a lot of things," I began. I had thought about this. "I had a serious crush on her in high school, 'worship from afar.' It means that and, you know, longing, sexual attraction. And also obedience - it's not worship if you don't obey. And then the best part is the physical attention, body worship, you could call it. She lets me kiss her body. All over. I act like very part is... sacred, to be kissed and licked, tasted and savored..."

I was getting carried away. My cock was throbbing. Teresa could easily discern my pulse rate.

"Every part?" she repeated, wondering.

"Yes," I asserted, "her vagina, her bottom, her breasts, her armpits. I love them all."

She took it all in, her brows knitted. "Is that what you were doing this morning? I couldn't help wondering. You weren't exactly quiet."

"Yes, all of that."

"Well, we're not doing any of that!" she said emphatically, but with a note of playfulness. "Assuming you'd want to with an old lady."

"It isn't about what I want..." I wanted to be clear. "But all things being equal, I can't imagine passing up an opportunity like that. With you."

She blushed.

"Oh, and I also drank her pee," I said, wanting to give her a more complete picture of my willing subservience.

That made her blink. She shifted in her chair. The movement of her foot caught my eye.

"And I kiss her feet, of course," I added, staring at her toes. They were quite alluring, with well-shaped nails coated in clear varnish.

"Do you want to kiss my feet?" she wondered aloud, seeing my interest.

"Oh, yes, please, Ma'am. May I?"

She laughed, a giggle that got away from her. "Seriously?... All right."

It seemed she'd had a sudden change of mind, or perhaps a thought of "What harm could there be?'

I didn't have to feign the reverent humility with which I bowed my head to kiss her toes. My lips landed softly in the midst of them and she responded by extending her foot, providing me easier access. I felt blessed.

I kissed all her toes and the top of her arch before repeating the ritual on her other foot. Her feet smelled clean, her scent similar to Gwendolyn's.

"That's nice," Teresa sighed. "You really like it, don't you?" she said, noting my dripping precum.

I responded by picking up the first foot and applying my tongue, licking her from each space between toes, up, over her arch to her ankle. Four long, wet caresses, and then I sucked her toes, each one, reveling in the sensuous submissiveness that sucking effects.

She moaned softly when I reached for her second foot. She shifted to allow me to lift it to my lips. Her thighs parted slightly and I became aware that I was not alone in my arousal. The aroma was unmistakable; the sweet perfume of feminine receptivity.

She allowed me to finish sucking all of her toes before she gently removed her foot from my grasp.

"That's good, Mike," she sighed. "You're really very sweet."

She bent forward and patted me on the head, resting her fingers in my hair.

"It was a surprise, you know, Gwen having a boyfriend. She always said she didn't want one. I didn't know if she even liked boys, that she might be a lesbian. Not that there were any signs of that.

"Gwen tried to explain it to me. But it's... you're not at all what I expected," she said. "She said you had a female-led relationship... Well, that was intriguing, but, well, it got weird with the worship and obedience stuff.

"She said she won't let you fuck her, but she's free to fuck anyone she wants. Is that true?"

"Yes," I said simply.

"But why? Why would you agree to that?"

"That's hard to explain. I didn't at first. I considered making it a deal-breaker. I mean, she said it just when I thought we were going to... but she shut me down, and I got mad. But I wanted to be with her so bad and it was obviously really important to her. I also thought that it couldn't go on forever. That she feels like that now, but sooner or later it would change. So I decided to go along with it. I mean, what choice did I have? I wasn't going to give up the girl of my dreams.

"Now, I see it differently. There are so many ways she delights me. In every way. Especially the way I make her happy by being obedient to her, especially if it's painful or humiliating. The joy that brings her is worth it.

"She hasn't done it yet - fucking someone else - but now I'm sure she will. It's just a matter of time. She's been preparing me for it, I can tell. I almost want her to. Is that insane? I mean, the things we've done, the way it makes me feel... It's going to be okay. It might even bring us closer."

I looked up at her. I had been staring at her feet. I searched her eyes for understanding.

Teresa smiled at me. There was sympathy in that smile. And something more, something like admiration, maybe.

"I'm going to tell you something. No one knows this - my kids don't know - any of this. I can tell you, and I could tell Gwen now - I know she'll understand. It's why I was so concerned... It's the main reason my marriage failed.

"Bruce had what he called submissive fantasies. He wanted me to participate in these 'hot wife' scenarios where he could watch other men fuck me. And there was more. Things that... He wanted to be humiliated. Sexually. You know what I mean. He was obsessed with big cocks. He wanted me to act like his cock couldn't satisfy me. I mean, it was ridiculous.

"When he started having affairs, I'm sure it was to fulfill those fantasies. I never understood it. It had nothing to do with being 'submissive,' that's for sure. He was trying to push me into doing what he wanted. All while expecting me to do everything for him at home. I couldn't even get him to take out the trash.

"He wasn't interested in what I wanted at all. I could have dominated him. It would have been nice to make him serve me. Especially in the bedroom... I would have enjoyed that."

I wanted to say something, but I just nodded sympathetically.

"I'm actually a little envious of you and Gwen. I mean, hearing her story and then hearing it from your perspective... there's a compatibility there that Bruce and I never had. I thought she was nuts - setting herself up for failure with unrealistic expectations, like Bruce. But I don't think so now. She's lucky she found you."

I felt a wave of gratitude. "I'm the lucky one, Teresa." I don't know why, but my eyes teared up when I said her name.

She bent down and kissed me on the forehead. She sat up again and looked at my cock, standing straight up between my thighs.

"Gwen said I could make you cum if I want. She said I should tell you that you have her permission."

She reached out with her foot and rubbed up my shaft using her toes and the ball of her foot. I came immediately. My cum shot straight up, two feet in the air, landing with a audible SPLAT on her shin and dripped onto my thigh. Subsequent spurts poured out over her toes as she pressed them against my pulsing stalk.

"Oh, my!" she said. I didn't know if it was the quickness or the volume that surprised her.

I cleaned up, starting with licking her foot and up her shin. Teresa wasn't surprised, but she watched me swallow my cum with interest.

I thanked her.

She laughed. "I can't believe we're doing this, but it was... I'm glad we did. I could get used to this kind of attention. Do you suppose that's why she set this up? She's trying to convince me to see younger guys. She might even have someone specific in mind."

I agreed. "All I know is she's definitely got something up her sleeve. She wouldn't say what. She's not happy about leaving you alone - I know that. I'm sure that's why she had to go out 'to see someone.'"

Teresa got up to put her cup away. "Do you want something to drink?" she asked. "I can make more coffee."

"Could I have a glass of water?" I had learned to like the taste of cum okay, but it can make me thirsty.

Teresa brought me a glass and asked me to sit at the table with her. I asked her about Gwendolyn's siblings and enjoyed hearing her tell the family story, the various places they had lived as an Air Force family, how Evelyn had been born in Texas and Madelyn in Germany.

"Maybe that's why Gwen's so different from the other two. She's lived her whole life in one place. In one house!" she mused.

I told her about my family too, among other topics, and I asked about her interest in cosmology, which was getting really interesting when we heard Gwendolyn drive into the garage.

She bounced into the kitchen looking radiant, as usual, if a little disarrayed.

"Mom!" she enthused. "You've got a date tonight! He's going to pick you up at seven and take you out to dinner!"

"Gwen," Teresa said wryly, "please calm down. Do you happen to know, by any chance, who it is I'm going out with?"

"Anselm!" she said, clearly surprised she had omitted this key point.

"Anselm Andersen? Evelyn's friend?" Teresa responded, sounding skeptical if not confused.

"But he's a child!" she added, seeing Gwendolyn's reaction.

"Mom! He's thirty-one! That's practically middle-aged!" she said, with classic teenaged exasperation. "And he's not Evelyn's friend! That was fourteen years ago!"

"Okay, fourteen years, sure. It's a long time." She shrugged. "He was a nice boy. I was sorry they broke up. But, really?... What in the world were you thinking? Why Anselm?"

"Because he's had a crush on you since he was seventeen." She sat down and sighed. "Okay, Mom. I met him again three years ago, when I took programming in tenth grade. Mr. Carpenter brought him in to talk to the class about careers in software. He didn't recognize me, but he remembered me when I told him who I was. I told him how much we all liked him when he was dating Evie. And we've kept in touch since then. Anyway, he told me the only reason he stayed with Evie as long as he did was because he had a huge crush on you. That's why he was always hanging around. He only broke up with us because he went away to college."

"That's right," Teresa said, "he was a couple of years older than Evie. He went to Stanford, didn't he?"

"Right. And he stayed out there in Silicon Valley until after Covid. He helped start Walletote, that finance app? He moved back here when they sold the company. Now he consults all over the world from little old Springdale."

Teresa was watching Gwen, listening with knitted brows.

"Mom," Gwendolyn said, "you should have seen his face when I told him you're getting divorced." She reached across the table to touch her mother's arm empathetically. "He's still in love with you. But in that hopeless way that boys usually grow out of. I had to talk him into this date. You don't want to know what..."

Teresa seemed unconvinced.

"It's just a date, Mom. You don't have to marry him. Just do it for me. Pleeease?" she ended with another teenagery expression, a wheedling whine.

"Fine," Teresa sighed. "It would be nice if... It just seems so far-fetched." She gave Gwendolyn a smile and a pat on the hand. "You're a force of nature. I know how much you care."

"Good!" said Gwendolyn.

She took my hand. "Come on, Mike, I need you in my room."

She practically dragged my naked ass down the hall in her frenetic state. I caught a whiff of her body's scent. The smell of sex. The unmistakable aroma of mingled emissions when both genders engage. I knew what it signified.

She pulled me into the room and quickly shut the door.

"Mike," she began breathlessly, pulling her underpants off from under her skirt. "I made a mess in my panties." She handed them to me.

Now the smell was strong. My heart was racing. I used both hands to open them, revealing a wet gusset heavy with slimy, off-white cum, glistening brightly against the blue fabric. I should have been repulsed.

"Is this Anselm's?" I asked, my cock rising in spite of my grudging envy.

"Yes," she replied simply. "Clean it. I'm going to have to put them back on; I don't have any more clean ones."

I did as I was told. Doing as I'm told by Gwendolyn always gives me a special feeling. The more humiliating the act, the more erotic the feeling.

I held the slight panties to my face and licked the length of the gusset, my tongue wide to scoop out the clotted cream of another man's spend. Its rancid, bitter flavor held traces of Gwendolyn's juices, having been ejaculated deep inside her sweet, young pussy to drip out later into her undies. This was my thought as I licked again and sucked at the material hungrily as if that would reclaim her.

"Thank you, baby," she said. She sat on the bed, leaned back, and spread her legs.

"My pussy is messy too," she said.

I put the entire pair in my mouth to suck it as dry as possible before placing it beside her on the bed and kneeling between her legs.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this," she said, as I began licking her outer lips.

My heart was filled with the beauty of her swollen pussy, ripe with her delicious secretions and traces of Anselm's masculine assault. Whatever the circumstances, this was Gwendolyn's treasure, hers to bestow, awarded to me at her pleasure.

"I wanted you to watch. I never wanted to screw behind your back, baby."

Her words were an affirmation of her commitment to me, her only boyfriend. I probed her inner sanctum with my devoted tongue and sucked up and devoured all the remaining cum with joyful gratitude.

"Next time," she whispered fervently. "Next time we'll be together, and you can watch me fuck. I don't know who I'll choose, but you will be there to see me fuck him. I promise."

to be continued