I met my boyfriend in our first year of college. His name is Peter, and he is very good-looking. We hit it off as soon as we met, and he asked me on a date not long after. We both lived in apartments that we shared with someone else. I was sexually active, and I thought he was also, but I guess I was his first, so to speak.

He came from a single-mother home, whom he said he loved dearly, and if it wasn't for her, he would never have made it to college. I thought she was just an average single mom; I would soon find out she wasn't.

On our second date, he asked me to come over to his apartment that he shared with a roommate who would be out of town because of the semester ending. He picked me up, and we grabbed pizza and some wine and went to his place. We talked and got to know each other better.

He told me his father left when he was very little and that his mom raised him on her own at a young age, with no other children. She was a businesswoman and took good care of him since his father left them.

I told him I had a younger sister and older brother, and my parents were still married to each other.

We talked about each other, what we liked, and our experiences. I told him I had a few boyfriends, but I liked to be with girls also. He smiled and said he had only been with one female sexually but wouldn't go any further in talking about it.

He opened another bottle of wine. I sat next to him, and he asked me what it was like to be with a girl, and did I like it? I smiled and said I did, but I liked men too. He then said his mom would love me. I just smiled, thinking, okay but wondering why.

We kissed, and I placed my hand on his leg. He smiled but seemed uncomfortable. I thought he would make the first move, and I was surprised when he did not. I asked if everything was okay, and he said yes, but he hadn't been with a woman in a while.

I kissed him and said, "No worries, we can take it slow if you would like." He smiled and said he was leaving the next morning to go home since it was the end of the school year to visit his mom.

I thought it was strange that he would say that right then, but I said, "Okay.” 

Looking a little sad, he asked if I would like to go with him. I asked if it would be okay with his mom, and he said yes; he had already asked if he could bring me along. I said yes, since I wasn't going home for another week.

The next morning came, and he picked me up and drove to his house. We talked on the way, and he was very appreciative of his mom.

“I can't wait to meet her,” I said

We got to his mom's place. She was waiting to greet us. A stunning woman. Not tall but beautiful. Brown hair, blue eyes, and an hourglass figure. She ran to Peter, hugging him tightly. She kissed him on the lips, and he returned the kiss. I felt it was a little strange for a mom and son, but he said they were very close.

She took my hand and shook it as she pulled me close to her and said, "Welcome, Brandy," and then hugged me. She was very pretty, and I could feel her firm breasts pressing against mine as we hugged. She looked very good, especially for her age. She held me for a bit, and it felt good, but I pulled away slowly. She said to come into the house; she had dinner ready for us. We followed her inside.

We talked as we ate. She told Peter that she was proud of him and his grades for his first year of college. He smiled as he looked at her. She asked me what courses I was taking. I told her the same as Peter's, and that is how we met. We talked for hours. His mom then said it was late.

She showed us upstairs, and we stopped at a room. She said, "Brandy, this is your room, if you would like, but it would be fine if you wanted to stay in Peter's room with him."

I just smiled and said the room would be okay and kissed Peter good night as his mom followed him to his room.

In a little while, she knocked on the bedroom door and asked if I was still awake and if she could come in. I said, "Yes, please do."

She sat on the edge of the bed, and we talked for a few minutes before she asked me if everything was okay with Peter and me. I said, "Yes, everything is good." 

She smiled and said I could be honest with her, and it would be just between her and me. I felt comfortable with her and so asked if Peter had had other girlfriends. She said yes, but nothing really became of them. I asked why. She just smiled and said, "Brandy, Peter likes to be dominated by women.”

I said, "Really?" I told her that I liked him a lot but wasn't sure I could be like that to him since I really have never been that to anyone. She said she would be happy to teach me if I would like that. 

I said, "Teach me?" Looking at her confused a bit.

She said, "Yes." She said that Peter really liked me, as he had told her earlier.

I asked, “How could you teach me?”

She smiled and said Peter had to go back to school for one last exam the next day, and I could stay with her while he was gone, and she would show me, if that was okay.

I wasn't sure at first how to answer her, but I really did like Peter and wanted to make him happy. I said, "Yes, please." 

She kissed me good night on the lips and said she would see me in the morning. I watched as she walked away, feeling my panties getting wet and my nipples were hard.

I woke up early, just lying in bed thinking of what Peter's mom and I talked about the night before and her kiss.

I went downstairs, where Peter's mom was sitting at the table. I asked where Peter was. She said he left already but she told him that I would be staying with her while he was gone. She said we had things to do and not much time until Peter got back. She told me to go upstairs and wait for her to call me.

I sat in the room, waiting for his mom to call me. It was a while before I heard her say, "Come in to my room, Brandy."

I walked in, and she was standing in the middle of the bedroom. She was in a short black leather skirt, black stockings with heels, and a silk sheer button-down blouse. I thought she looked very sexy. I felt my nipples getting harder as I looked at her. She had a riding crop in her hand as she walked over to me.

She walked around me and stopped and told me that her son loved a dominating woman to tell him what to do. I looked at her and told her again I wasn't sure I could do that. 

She smiled and said, "Oh yes, you can, little one." She told me to take off my clothes. I looked at her, and she said in a raised voice, "Now!"

I slid off my shorts and then pulled my T-shirt over my head. I was still in my bra and panties.

She said, "Everything, Baby Girl!"

I undid my bra and slid my panties off. She picked up my panties and said, "Is this making you horny, little one?" 

As I stood in front of her, I looked at her and said, "Yes, it is." 

She again snapped the riding crop against my breasts. It stung a bit, but I didn't say anything. She told me when she talked to me, I was to answer her with a yes, Mommy or no, Mommy.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I thought to myself, "What am I getting into?" It was all so strange yet so hot.

Standing in the middle of the room, she walked over to me. She stopped. She grabbed my neck and pulled me closer to her. She pinched my hard nipples and smiled. "You like what this is doing to you, don't you, little girl?"

"Yes, Mommy, I do."

She then pushed me down on my knees. I proceeded to move between her legs. I felt my body tingle as I placed one hand on her thigh.

She told me to unzip her skirt and take it off. I hesitated. She slapped the riding crop across my ass.

I said, "Sorry, Mommy." I then reached up and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it and sat on the bed.

She told me to continue. I asked if I could unbutton her blouse. She said, “Yes.”

I did, pulling it off her shoulders and throwing it on the floor. "Good girl," she said.

She stood in front of me in her bra and panties. I stared at her breasts. 

Not fast enough for her liking, she slapped my ass cheeks again. She told me to unhook her bra. I obeyed. It fell off her shoulders and on the floor.

I looked down at her panties and then back up at her. She said, "Yes, remove them now!"

I slid my fingers along the waistband of her lace panties and pulled them down over her ass and down her legs. She stepped out of them and said to leave the stockings on. I could see her nipples were hard as she stood naked in front of me. I just stared at her beauty. I wanted to touch her nipples, but I didn't dare move.

She lay back on the bed with her hips on the edge of it. She told me to come closer. I moved between her legs. I placed my hands on her thighs as I kneeled between them.

She said, "Brandy, now please Mommy."

My mouth just touched the tip of her wet slit. I took a deep breath as I moved my lips down her slit, slowly lapping with my tongue and kissing at her wetness until I found her clit. My eyes peeked over her smooth stomach, as to ask if it was okay. 

She placed her hand on my head. "Yes, that's a good girl!" She moaned softly.

My tongue found her stiff clitoris. I licked slowly. I could tell I was driving her crazy because her hips started to move and she was so wet.

I moved down, and my tongue lapped and licked until I found her pussy opening. My tongue slid just inside before moving back out and back along her clit. She pushed my head back down and told me to tongue-fuck her cunt. I stopped for a second or two and pushed my tongue deeper inside her wet hole. She moaned as I pushed in my stiff tongue, fucking her like a small dick. My face was soaked from her juices.

As she pulled her knees up, I kept licking and pushing my tongue deeper inside her sweet-tasting pussy. She grabbed my hair and moaned that she was so close.

As she moaned, I felt her body stiffen as my tongue flicked her clit. She grabbed my hair as I was pleasing her. She told me not to stop and that she was close. I took my finger, got it wet from her juices, and slid it just inside her rosebud as I kept fucking her pussy. She moaned loudly and grabbed my hair to pull me even closer against her soaking pussy.

She said, "Yes, little girl, that's it; fuck Mommy good.”

I felt her hips push up into my face, and she came like a waterfall, humping me hard as juices flowed all over my face. It seemed like she wouldn't stop cumming. I finally pulled away from her to get some air.

She yelled and said, "Did I say to stop?" She sat up and grabbed my hair and pulled me up to her. "Little girl," she said, "you are never to stop unless you are told to; do you understand?"

I told her I was sorry. She said to get on the bed, spread eagle. I looked at her; she yelled, "Now."

I lay on the bed, on my back, and spread my legs.

She walked away to a drawer and pulled out a few things that I couldn't see. She had her back towards me. She looked at me and said, "Do not move."

I just lay there. My pussy was so wet. I heard her walking over to the bed. I looked at her standing in front of me with a strap-on that had an eight-inch dildo attached.

"Mommy, I don't think I can handle that," I said.

She smiled and said, "Oh yes, I think you can."

She reached and pulled me to the edge of the bed and placed a pillow under my ass. She smiled and said, "You want to please my son, don't you?" as she stood over me. She then lubed up the dildo with her hands like it was real. She said to answer her. 

I said, “Yes, I do.” 

"Well, I am showing you how, little girl. This is what he likes," she said.

She moved between my legs, spreading them wider as she watched me look at her. She held the dildo in one hand and placed the other hand on my thigh. I started to moan. I could feel the tip of the cock touching my very wet pussy. Still nervous that I wouldn’t be able to handle that long of a cock, I held my breath as she brought it to my clit and rubbed across it, causing me to moan loudly. 

She raised her voice and said, “Quiet, little one.” 

I held my breath as I felt her push the tip inside me. It felt so real. She slid it in slowly and then pushed it farther inside me. I tried not to make a sound, but I could feel my climax building. She moved it in and out. She made sure the tip touched my clit as she slid it back inside. 

I asked if I could speak, and she said, “Yes, baby.” 

I told her I wanted to cum, moaning it out to her. 

She smiled and said, “Not yet, little one.” She slid the dildo all the way inside my pussy. It was so thick and big. It hurt a little but felt good. She was a pro, fucking me so good. She said, “What do you want, baby?"

I told her I wanted to cum. "Mommy, please?"

She smiled as she made sure the cock was all the way inside me and said, “Cum, little girl, cum for Mommy.” 

She just got the words out, and I exploded into the most intense orgasm ever. She didn’t let up, and I came again, and I think one more time after that before becoming lightheaded. 

She slowly pulled out as I lay there, breathing fast and deep. She took off the fake cock and moved next to me on the bed. She kissed me and touched my breasts and asked with a smile if I was alright. 

Still trying to catch my breath, I said, “Yes, Mommy!” 

She held me and told me to touch her nipples. She asked if they were hard.  

I said, “Yes, Mommy.”

“Suck Mommy’s nipples,” she said.

I moved to her breast and took the nipple in my mouth. I sucked and licked. I could hear her moaning as I nibbled on it. She said, “Oh Brandy, you are such a good girl for Mommy; you will please Peter so well when you dominate him.” 

I continued to suckle her breasts. As we lay there on the bed, we heard a noise at the bedroom door. We looked up and Peter was standing there. I couldn’t believe it. He caught his mother and me in bed together. 

His mother whispered in my ear, “This would be a good time to show Peter what I taught you, little one.” 

I looked at her and then at Peter.  

His mother said, “Peter, come in and remove your clothes, now!”