“That is fucking hot,” I added, swearing on purpose, as I envisioned a late 1960s beauty pageant lesbian orgy all in hippy attire. “With power,” I quipped, before adding, “You can keep up the charade all you wish, but the reality is you may be a Domme to women, including my mom, and a very sexy, sultry one, but it is obvious that when it comes to men you are submissive.”
“Only when forced,” she defended. “So back when you two came to visit in college?”
Mom laughed, “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” I asked, this actually being a story I hadn’t heard before. “Understood,” she nodded, showing compassion, “you were right about that. “Good slutttt,” Mom purred. The work wasn’t harder, but the so-called academic elite treated us in our first years like we were the scum of the earth. “I’m your caffeine?” she questioned.
