From Submissive Slave to Dominant Mistress

I’d sneak looks at her as she sunbathed out back in just a thong and no top. The first thing I saw was Mum’s right foot encased in that sexy, red sandal. Blacked I told her to sensually slip off both straps of her bra and sit on the bed. It was now time to put stage 3 into full swing. Mum was completely oblivious to the fact that in so doing she had given me a quick glimpse of her flimsy black panties. She accepted it gracefully and I asked her to promise that she wouldn’t tell the rest of the family, in case they teased me about it. Mum turned around as I was eyeing her lovely long legs up and down. She went quiet for a moment, so I reminded her that if she was going to make the train we had to leave soon. As she brushed past me I heard her say. Mum obeyed and the stood with her back to me absolutely naked. I’d decided that every day for a whole month, when none of the other family members were around of course, that I’d pay Mum a small compliment. I could see the trail of moisture that my saliva had left glistening on her tanned skin. She went over to the computer and clicked the delete button before picking up her teddy and silently leaving the room.