When I finally woke from sleep again my mind flooded with the memories of what had happened. “Had I simply dreamed it, or had that man really come into my room and made me suck his cock?” I was not sure, my tongue tasted funny and my throat felt sore, but that could have just been me sleeping awkwardly. The room was feeling too warm anyway, which suggested it was later in the day than ideal.

Rolling over in the bed, I suddenly remembered the phone and the message that he had sent on. I picked it up, unlocking it with my thumb as I scanned the screen, but there was nothing. Not even the number that I was convinced he had left for me.

“It must have been a dream?” I thought to myself as I rolled over and climbed out of bed. I was wearing just my pyjama bottoms as I always did at this time of year and checking I was not exposed I opened the door.

Turning left I headed towards the open plan kitchen and lounge where I was surprised to see my mother sitting on a stool next to the breakfast bar.

“Morning sleepyhead,” she said as I approached, rotating on the stool as she did. Immediately I noticed she was wearing a very short, red dressing gown while her legs were open, the labia of her smooth pussy still glistening with the cum deposit that her lover had left her.

“Has he gone?” I asked nervously.

“Yes, he just finished filling me only half an hour ago, the 3^rd time of the night.”

My mind raced back to the conversation from the night before that I was now certain I had imagined. “Do those extra large cocks please you even more?” I asked.

“Yes,” my mother replied with a slight blush of her cheeks,” why do you ask, you normally run away from my sex life.”

“I’m not sure,” I replied, trying to carefully measure the words that I used so that I did not give anything away.

My mother slipped from the stool and smiled at me, “you really should try some pussy before you go down that route.” She said as she crossed the floor towards me, her hips swaying as she did.

Stepping in close, I felt her body rub against mine, her lips almost brushing against my own.

I swallowed nervously, “are you offering to be my first pussy?”

“It would be your only pussy,” she whispered as I felt my cock grow.

“Only?”

“Yes, you unload in a pussy and then I will hand you over to your Black Master.”

Taking a step back, I found the courage to raise a hand slightly, “I can’t,” I said as forcefully as possible. “No matter how much I want to feel a pussy on my cock, it can’t be you.”

“A pity,” my mother said with a smile, “he told me that the only way I can enter into his world, is if I managed to bed you.”

“What!” I replied in shock as I felt my legs go weak beneath me. “You were prepared to do that?”

“You are prepared to enter into his world, so why can’t I?”

“I don’t know what you are on about,” I replied, suddenly feeling defensive.

“Of course you do,” my mother smiled again, “that late night session, touching his cock, tasting him, while he told you that you are a girl.”

“How do you know that? It was just a dream.”

“Was it?”

“Yes,” I walked past my mother and over to the window where I could look out on the city before. “It must be a dream, he put his number in my phone and yet this morning, it was not there.”

My mother laughed at the comment, “it’s not there, because he has no need for you right now.”

“And how do you know that?”

“Because he educated me, all night, between the moments that he fucked me he told me about what he had planned for you.”

I turned from the window and stared at my mother, “and you did nothing to stop him from voicing these ideas?”

She shook her head, “I need to be accepted into his world, I will do anything to allow that to happen.”

“Including sleeping with me it appears.”

“Yes,” my mother sounded sheepish for a moment. “Anyway, as I cannot have you, I have arranged the next best thing.”

As if planned, there was a knock at the door. “Go answer it,” my mother commanded and I obediently did so.

Opening the door, I wondered what I would actually find on the other side. My hands shook with fear as I lowered the handle until I heard the click that confirmed the door could be opened.

“Sammy?” my eyes took in the sight of the person on the other side, someone who was well known to me, my mother’s best friend. She was wearing a finger hugging. tiger print dress with a very low cut front while the hem of it only just reached below the line of her ass. The material was so tight that it emphasised even more just how excessively curvy she was.

“Hey,” Sammy replied as she looked me up and down, “Master sent me to you, he said that I need to be here in case you rejected your mother.”

“Master?” I replied as Sammy stepped into the room.

“Yes,” my mother’s friend replied as she lifted the hem of her skirt. Her pussy was smooth, but there peaking out from under the hem, directly above her clitoris was a queen of spades tattoo.

I let go of the door handle as I stared at the tattoo, the door closing with a loud bang as it slammed shut.

“I don’t understand,” I replied as my voice trembled slightly at the sight.

“It’s OK,” Sammy said as she took one of my hands in her own and guided me back towards the kitchen.

My mother was sitting back on her stool as she watched her best friend walk into the room. “You know what Master said?” Sammy said as she leaned in for a kiss form my mother.

“Yes, if I couldn’t bed him, then I could never be part of the world.”

“That’s not quite true,” Sammy replied, “there is still a way into this world for you, it just becomes a lot longer and slower.”

“Like it hasn’t been already?”

I could see Sammy look at my mother sympathetically, “look, Master is interested, but then he met your soon to be daughter, and, well that process has become more important to him.”

“You mean I am secondary to his desires?”

“Babe, I have told you all along, we are all secondary to his desires, the experiences I had to go through to earn this position.”

As Sammy spoke, I realised that she had guided my hand behind her back and placed it, palm open on her ass.

“I remember,” my mother replied nervously, “you said something about your ex-husband’s best friend and having to be caught by the mother-in-law?”

“Yes, it is important that you learn about humiliation, degradation and submission.”

“So why is my son different?”

Sammy smiled, “it’s not my place to understand, but it is your place to watch this if you are truly interested.”

My mother nodded in understanding as Sammy pulled on my hand again until we had crossed over to the sofa. Turning me so that my back was to it, Sammy closed the space between us until she could look up into my eyes. I felt a hand grasp at the front of my pyjama bottoms for a moment, fingers wrapping around my cock through the cotton material.

Instantly, my tool responded, surging with blood for a moment as Sammy put her other hand round the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss. We embraced, as I realised that my virginity was about to become a thing of the past.

Desperately, I pulled at her dress and tugged it up and over her head, exposing heavy boobs, broad hips and a rounded bum. I could not help but let my hands roam all over her body as Sammy let me explore her nakedness. It did not last long though as she disappeared from my grasp, lowering herself to her knees in front of me as she grabbed at my pyjamas. She tugged on them, pulling the hem down and exposing my naked dick.

It seemed to almost spring out from under the material, almost slapping Sammy in the face. She smiled for a moment as she admired it, “not the biggest in the world, but it is OK for a white guy,” she said before slipping it between her lips.

Sammy licked and sucked on my hardening snake as I looked down at her pretty face as she worked her magic. Sighing, I looked up and for a moment, the realisation dawned on me that my mother was still watching. In fact, she was not just watching, she had opened her legs and was playing with herself as she took in the sight of her son losing his virginity.

Distracted, I was not sure what to do for a moment, but Sammy knew what was expected and rising from her knees, she pushed me back onto the sofa. I landed with a bounce as the springs of the sofa reacted to the sudden weight.

Then, seemingly without shame, Sammy climbed onto the sofa, her legs straddling me as she worked herself into position. Rocking back and fore until I could feel her wet pussy just over my cock.

Lowering herself, I found that her cunt easily took my size into its warm, wet hole. Then, letting out a gentle moan, Sammy started to grind herself back and fore on my length.

My mother, still watching, still playing, gave out a little scream of pleasure as she watched me penetrate her best friend. The noise made me look over in her direction, but the look did not last long as Sammy grabbed my head with her hands. Pulling on it, she managed to not just turn my head towards her, but to pull my lips onto one of her nipples. I sucked, as I felt the hardness of the teat between my tongue and teeth. That was enough for me and as I gave out a long, low groan of pleasure my balls emptied themselves into Sammy’s eager hole.

Released from Sammy’s grip, I fell backwards against the sofa as I watched her climb off of me, cum leaking from her tattooed pussy as she did so.

“Fuck!” I said as I tried to regain my composure at the sight of Sammy’s naked body in front of me.

“You will never fuck another pussy with that cock, do you understand?” Sammy said, her voice suddenly firm and controlling.

“I understand,” I replied and Sammy smiled in recognition that she had done her job.

“Now, there is just one more thing I need to do,” she said with a smile, and I could only watch as she waddled over to my mother and helped her off the stool. Slowly, carefully, my mother kneeled before her friend, looking up at her as Sammy slipped her pussy over her friend’s mouth. “Eat my friend,” she said, “make me cum and taste your sons only ever productive orgasm.”

It did not take long for Sammy to start moaning with pleasure as my mother worked her clitoris, labia and hole with her tongue and lips. Until, unable to hold out any longer, my mother’s friend flooded my mother’s face with her pussy juice.

Releasing my mother, Sammy stepped away, her legs unable to hold her upright for a moment as I saw my mother fall back. I looked at my mother, as I wondered what was going through her mind as her face glistened with her friend’s orgasm.

Sammy balanced herself against the breakfast bar my mother had been sat next to. “Now, I need to report to the Master,” she said, “I am sure he will be very pleased.”