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tng -SEVEN - Mom's secret
Barbara McQueen was looking forward to having a few hours of free time
before dinner. Having gotten off work early, she picked up groceries and
sundry items on the way home. She figured that she would get the kids to help
her unload the groceries and they could get an early dinner. She had no idea
of the panic that she would cause with her early arrival.
Inside the McQueen residence, Priscilla was still trying to sort out her
feelings. Her reaction to the soft kiss Larry planted on her thigh both
excited her and brought out endearing feelings toward him. At the moment, she
wanted nothing more than to have him adore her. The fact that he was so
submissive with his adoration awakened a desire on her part to make him hers.
Natalie eyes were twinkling with mischief as she used her foot to graze Larry's
thighs and played with his now flexible shaft. It wouldn't take too much of
that before the shaft would no longer be so flexible. She was a bit curious as
to how long it would take to get stiff again.
Larry was still in a bit of a stupor as he relaxed and nuzzled
Priscilla's thigh. He was enjoying the sensation of being surrounded by female
flesh and being exposed to the tease and caresses of Natalie's foot.
He gasped when Natalie suddenly pulled her foot away and jumped up.
Suddenly his stomach tightened into a knot as he too heard the sound of a car
pulling into the driveway. He and Priscilla jumped up quickly as Natalie
looked out the window and announced, "It's your mom, Priscilla!"
"Quick! Into my room," exclaimed Priscilla. The trio raced down the
hall into her room. Larry was still inhibited by pants around his ankles and
the cord trailing from his balls. Natalie quickly closed door as he came
bustling in.
"Arrgh!!!" Larry cried out as his balls were yanked when the cord got
caught in the door. Both girls started laughing hysterically as Priscilla
quickly opened the door, pulled the trailing cord in, and slammed the door shut
once again. Larry curled into a ball trying to stifle his groans as they heard
Priscilla's mom come through the front door.
Mrs. McQueen heard a bit of the commotion and the slamming door as she
entered the house. She recognized Natalie's laugh and wondered
briefly what the girls were up to. Upon setting down a bag of groceries, she
glanced over to the end table in the other room. "That's odd," she thought to
herself as she noticed her Polaroid camera sitting out. She quickly strode
over and saw the picture that Natalie had taken of Priscilla and Larry.
It took only a glance to see Larry kneeling and Priscilla holding the cord
attached so strategically to know what the situation was. She suppressed a
chuckle when she noticed the ping pong paddle laying out as well. She
correctly surmised that Larry was in Priscilla's bedroom with the giggling
girls.
Her mind was racing. To buy herself a bit of thinking time, she left
the camera and photo where they were and went out to bring in the rest of the
groceries. As a responsible parent, she knew should put an end to this
behavior immediately. If she did however, it would embarrass her daughter and
Larry... enough so that Priscilla and Larry would probably never get back
together. She was hesitant to damage this potential relationship. Mrs.
McQueen had always liked Larry and she had hoped that the two would date as
Priscilla matured.
For Mrs. McQueen, the fact that their relationship was developing into
a femdom relationship was a huge bonus. Though they had kept it from
their children, the McQueens had just such a relationship. The kids may have
wondered about the extraordinary help Mr. McQueen always provided toward
household chores and the fact that Mrs. McQueen always took care of the
finances, but they never guessed about the muted noises from the master bedroom
or the reason they were often sent off to Uncle Fred's for a weekend.
Though she was usually pretty open with her daughter, Mrs. McQueen
considered overt support of such behavior by herself was inappropriate. If
Larry's family found out that she knowingly allowed such a relationship
progress, they would be justifiably angry. She quickly devised a crude plan
that would allow her to discretely support her daughter's journey into the
world of female domination.
After Mrs. McQueen brought in the last bag of groceries, she quickly went into
the master bedroom pulled out book on female domination from her "special"
locked drawer. It was a comprehensive book that answered a lot of questions,
covered some safety aspects, provided ideas for play, and ways a woman could
exploit and enjoy such a relationship. Mrs. McQueen had intended to share this
book with her daughter when she came of age. However, with the currant
situation, she figured the best course was to stay in the shadows. Her
daughter would have to proceed without visible help from Mom.
Mrs. McQueen placed the book under her side of the bed with a corner
sticking out as if it was poorly hidden. She pulled out a new pack of tampons
out of the dresser drawer and brought them back to the groceries still bagged
on the table. Proceeding to her daughter's bedroom, she knocked on the door.
She could hear giggling and rustling around. She was sure they were hiding
Larry. She allowed a moment to pass before she opened the door only to have
her daughter standing close, blocking entry. Natalie's stifled nervous giggles
could be heard behind her.
"I forgot something," Mrs. McQueen said. "I've got to go back to the
corner store and will be gone for a few minutes. I want you to put the
groceries away while I'm gone." Then in a lower voice so only her daughter
could hear, she added, "I've got tampons in there too. Put them in the drawer
of the night stand on my side of the bed please."
The trio breathed a big sigh of relief when they heard the door close
behind Priscilla's mother. By now Larry had cleaned most of the cum off his
shirt, removed the cord from his balls, and pulled up his pants. The three of
them came out into the living room and saw the camera with the photo still
resting beside it.
"Oh geeze," exclaimed Larry. "We're lucky your mom had to go back to the store
and didn't see that!"
The three of them stood frozen for a moment as they recovered from the shock of
almost being found out. Finally Natalie grabbed the ping pong paddle and
returned it to its place.
Priscilla picked up the camera and the incriminating photo. "You
better go home while you can," she said to Larry. "And tonight, figure out the
details of a strip poker game that assures that Natalie and I win." Turning to
her friend, she continued, "You might as well take off too, Natalie. I've got
to put the groceries away and Mom's due back in a few minutes."
After here friends left, Priscilla quickly put the groceries away and
took the box of tampons to her mother's nightstand. She couldn't help
but see the corner of the book peeking out from under the bed. The
illustration on the cover highlighted a sexy high heel shoe and caught
her eye. She picked up the book and caught her breath when she
recognized what it was. Her eyes widened in amazement as she realized that
there was an actual publication that described the actions that she had just
discovered with her friends. She felt her cheeks turn red as she thought about
her parents and the fact that this was their book.
With shaking hands, Priscilla thumbed through the book. She was fascinated
with the illustrations of situations that she had fantasized about and as well
as situations that she hadn't even imagined. The term 'sex slave' seemed to
jump out at her from the text on one page. She turned that term over in her
mind... savoring it. She knew that she just had to read the book cover to
cover when she got a chance. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a car
door slam out in front. She quickly pushed the book under the bed and darted
to her own room before her mother got to the front door.
Mrs. McQueen came into a quiet house. She assumed correctly that Priscilla was
in her room and that her friends had gone home. Going into the master bedroom,
she looked for the book she had left protruding from under the bed. A small
smile formed on her lips when she found that it had been moved.
She thought of the photo of her daughter and Larry and felt herself flush
with desire as she remembered what it was like when she first explored female
domination. Unlocking the "special" drawer, she removed some of the items, not
the least of which was a gag. Her husband Harold was going to need it tonight.
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