Mom's Secert Playroom, Part 6

by Jamicaman516

Mom's Secert Playroom, Part 6 soon to be known as "A mother/daughter love affair"

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Several weeks after part 5:

The winters here in California are really anything but winters in the commonly used sense of the season. Our winters, when we have them or they stick to the 4 season calendar, are wet and only slightly chilly. But being in a desert here in southern California, often times in December or November the weather is a balmy 70 degrees outside, and people are wearing t shirts and flip flops. And when it drops to 60 or so, we pull on our sweaters and turn the heat up, while the rest of the nation is having white outs and snow days.

Thus our winter was the norm here, every time I would wake up if it was 60 or so outside, mom would bring me a cup of hot coco to drink in her bed as we snuggled and cuddled each other. Our lives had mellowed out some over the past several weeks as we both grow into our new found roles of lovers and full time partners. That not to say we still didn't love each other like crazy or that our sex lives were the best they had ever been, but some of the novelty and risk that we had both felt being a mother and daughter pair had fallen away.

We still had mind-blowing sex ever day, and we still did some slave-mistress training every 3 or 4 days, but it wasn't the corner stone of our relationship like some other couples. It was still enormously fun and sexy to conduct in that kind of sex play, and it would all was hold a special place in our hearts since it brought us together, but wasn't something we wanted to endure 24/7 in our lives.

Mom still had her in home business and I had school work, and we had even managed to have some fun but kind of stereotypical BDSM role playing happen. I would be the bad school girl and mom would be the teacher, and I would something wrong and mom would end up spanking me and then making me eat her out and then she would strap on fuck me in the ass or pussy. Or more recently she had showed an interest in a business kind of boss employee rough fuck kind of thing.

I had some doubts about it because I thought that it would be better to just make a totally slave slut of me for a whole week to see how it would work. Mom had said no at first and I had slowly worked her down, but she was still a little uncomfortable with the idea of me as a slave for a whole week. Her worries where that if we tried I would get hurt very badly, or scared to much and I would break off our relationship. She was also concerned that I would like the idea to much and I would one day leave home to go to college and become a full time slave to someone mom didn't know. And she was terrified of what that girl or woman would do to me.

I was not as worried about that since I like the whole slave scene and all, but I still loved being a free person, and I also valued sex for the sake of the pleasure and joy it created between the people engaged in the act. This style if argument is what brought mom to the edge of letting me her slave for a week, but not past the edge. This is when I decided to enact one of mom's fantasies she had wanted to do a while back but I said no to at the time. The boss seducing the young new employee on a late night shift at work sex fling.

It had taken me a few weeks to gather the necessary material and the perfect time to spring my ploy into action. I had bought a super-mini skirt that just covered my black lacy thong I wore, on top a simple low cut, tight semi-sheer button long sleeve shirt covered my low cup bra, but left little to the imagination as to my boobs shape, and the shirt even helped the bra uplift and push my teen boobs so that they almost came out of the cups with every move I made. To complete the uniform I wore simple sleek glasses with no lenses in them and nice pumps.

The afternoon I sprung my plan was a Friday, and the whole week mom had been busy with various work related issues. She was so busy that we hadn't had sex while she was busy, her days started early and ended really late. She usually was up around 5 am and most nights didn't go to sleep till 1 in the morning. She was so tired all the time, she often never made it to bed with me; instead she slept in the computer chair totally out of it.

So I thought that my plan would maybe give some non-business related stuff to do, as well as insure in some ways that she went to sleep and had a nice long restful sleep. So I put on my skimpy outfit and sneaked downstairs at about 4 in the afternoon. As those of you who have worn heeled woman shoes, they are not by any stretch of the imagination easy to sneak around in. But I managed it and I then slipped into her office to start off my plan, when it fell apart before it even got off the ground.

In front of me was the single thing that could ruin my brilliant plan of seduction. My mom was asleep, and I didn't have the cold heart in me to wake the poor woman up. So I simply sighed and accepted my defeat, in the place of the feelings of anticipation and sexual indulgence blossomed feelings of love, care, and motherly instincts nature had given me. I looked at mom and my heart swelled with love and admiration at her and her accomplishments.

I was filled with pride for my mom, for various reasons of daughterly love, the wonderfully mother she was, the skillful lover, and many other facts and traits that made me honored really to be her daughter. I thought for a minute or so, on what to do next. I wanted to take her to bed, to curl up next to her, I also wanted to make sure she got her much deserved and needed sleep. The two impulses fought one another until the need for her sleep won out.

So I then slipped back upstairs and undressed, and throw on a pair of shorts and a simple white t-shirt. I then walked as softly as I could into the kitchen and started to a make a simple dinner for her when she woke up. I put together a meal of rice pilaf and chicken in a quick 30-minute marinade. I then put some peas to cook and in an hour dinner was ready. I was worried that the smell would wake her, if my banging and clattering of dishes didn't first.

This is what I hate about life, when you try to be quiet; it seems that you make a ton of noise. But if you aren't trying to be quiet, you seem to make much less noise. I served myself and finished it in five minutes, I then served mom, and put the plate in the fridge for her to eat later. I then cleaned the dished, trying to again make as a little noise as possible. I failed in that regard, because after cleaning all the dishes a pair of arms wrapped around my chest and hugged to a larger female chest.

Mom then said in a quiet, loving, and semi-groggy voice "Thank you, very much sweetheart."

She then turned me around and kissed me on the lips. We stayed there enjoying the feel of each other's lips on each other's mouths for about 30 seconds till she broke the kiss with a small sited smile.

"You must have been lonely and worried, for the past weeks haven't you, love?" she asked in the same voice as a moment before.

I answered plainly "yes, of course I have. I love you and you have been working so hard and haven't had a good meal or nights rest in a whole week. And you left all alone in that cold bed of yours without a playmate!" I finished with a pout and humph.

Mom laughed and hugged me again and then asked what happened to dinner.

"It's in the fridge, it been there 15 minute at most so it should still be somewhat warm."

I have to stop here, sorry and sorry fr the long wait for part 6, family stuff came and i had little time to write. And this Friday the 13 i am going on vacation till Wednesday. Sorry again and i promise i wont slack off like this very often.