"David," my mother asked innocently over breakfast, "What do you think of Laura?"

Feeling like a deer trapped in the headlights of an oncoming truck, I froze. Had I been that obvious? Trying to look as if I were just debating whether I was hungry enough to eat the piece of toast in my hand, I shrugged "I don't know. Why?"

"Come on," she smiled, "You've never had trouble talking to me about girls before."

That was true. I'd been nine when my father had walked out on us, so I'd really had nobody else to go to. I don't know how comfortable most boys are talking to their mothers about sex, but for us it was never a problem. "Ah, to be honest," I told her, "She's a babe."

"Hmm. Too bad."

"What?" At first, I had thought she was upset that I found her best friend attractive, but now it seemed like she was teasing me. Although I had no problem being open with her, I still couldn't claim to understand her.

Looking uncomfortable, she told me "It's just that Laura has some, well, eccentric tastes."

"What does this have to do with me?" Grinning, I asked, "Do you think I have a chance?"

"David, you're only nineteen."

"And . . ."

"And Laura is thirty-four."

"So . . ."

"So, yes, I think you have a good chance."

All thoughts of breakfast forgotten, I dropped the piece of toast and propped my elbows on the table. "If you're trying to confuse me, ma, you're doing a good job." Frustrated by the mixed signals I felt I was getting, I complained "First you ask if I like her, then you say that's too bad 'cause she has strange tastes, then you hint she likes younger men."

"That's all true," she replied. Then, shaking her head, she sighed "But I wish I hadn't brought it up."

"Ma, what are you trying to say?" Curious, and now a little concerned, I assured her "Whatever it is, I'll listen."

"Fair enough, but you'll have to let me explain a few things before any of this makes sense. Okay?"

Shrugging, I replied, "Sure."

"To begin with, Laura and I have been lovers for almost three years."

Wow. I'd fantasized a few times about coming home to find the two of them making love on the living room floor, but had never actually thought they might be lezzies. "So, that's why you've been in such a good mood."

"Yes." Sounding sincerely apologetic, she told me "After your father left, I became a complete bitch, I realize that. Why you didn't just up and leave, I'll never know."

"I stayed because I love you, ma. As hard as you were to live with sometimes, I could understand why." Reaching out to take her hand, I told her "I hope my sperm-donor hasn't soured you on men forever, but if it takes another woman to make you happy, that's okay by me."

"Oh, shit," she laughed, "That shouldn't be funny but it is."

Sharing the laugh, I asked "Is that what you were getting at? Did you want my approval?" Admittedly, I was a little disappointed that she wasn't trying to set me up with her beautiful friend, but I didn't want to hurt her. "If so, you have it."

"Thank you." Smiling, she told me "That's part of it, but there's more." Looking uncomfortable, she explained "You see, Laura likes you too. A lot."

Now I was confused again. "You've lost me ma."

Rising, she began pacing our little kitchen, her heels click-clacking on the tile floor. "Laura is an amazing woman, but she's eccentric, like I said." Sighing, she complained, "I don't know how to say this."

"Just spit it out, stupid," I replied. When she spun and glared down at me, I shrugged "That's what you always used to tell me."

"Hmm. Must be good advice then." Sitting down again, she finally managed to blurt out "David, Laura is a bisexual dominatrix who really gets off on taboo things." Her voice barely more than a whisper, she added, "Taboo things like incest."

I felt like I'd just been hit by a ton of bricks. Not only was my mother a lesbian, but she was the submissive half of a femdom relationship. So submissive, Laura had managed to convince my mother to propose an incestuous coupling, most likely with her mistress as an active participant. "Are you asking . . . I mean, is what you have in mind . . . ?"

"Yes, I think you're catching on." Looking positively embarrassed, she told me "Laura asked me to move in with her, but I told her I couldn't leave you alone." As she spoke, her face was quickly becoming the same shade of red as her dress. "She said you could come live with us, but you'd have to take your proper place."

"My proper place?"

"Yes, as the lowest of my slaves." Stepping around the corner and into the kitchen, Laura crossed her arms and scowled "Took you long enough, slut."

At the first sound of her mistress' voice, mom jumped off the chair and dropped to her knees. Obscenely licking her way up and down Laura's glossy black boots, she sobbed "I'm sorry, so sorry. Please don't punish me."

Reaching down, Laura grabbed a handful of my mother's blonde hair and yanked her head up. "We'll discuss punishment later." Letting her go, the redhaired dominatrix looked over at me and barked "Well, what'll be? You coming or not?"

I was stunned. Shocked. And genuinely aroused. Standing before me was my every wet dream come true, and then some. Laura was dressed from head to toe in black PVC - stiletto heeled thigh-high bitch boots, skintight minidress, long evening gloves, and even a pair of black sunglasses - and she was asking me to be her slave. Looking down at my mother - who was wrapped around her mistress' left leg and smiling contentedly - I had a pretty clear idea of what I could expect.

"Can I think about it?"

"No." Glancing up at the clock, she told me "You have exactly ten seconds to make your choice."

I really didn't have a choice. I'd lusted after her body at first sight, and had dreamed of such an opportunity for years. I wasn't sure how I felt about being intimate with my mother, but from the moment Laura had entered the room, I'd been hers. Smiling, I stood and told her "I'm coming."......(cont)