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I thought to myself: 'Yes, spread your legs and let me munch on that pussy'.

I answered, "Oh, it's my pleasure."

She nodded, "You really are a team player."

"Annabelle called me submissive the other day," I quipped, trying to hint at my true nature.

"I suppose you are," she nodded. "Always helping others."

"It's how I was raised," I shrugged.

"To please others?" she asked.

"It sounds bad when you say it like that," I joked, before adding, "I guess I have always wanted to make other people happy whatever way I can." I even stressed 'whatever' trying to give any hint I could that I was willing to be submissive to her.

"That is what I love about you," she nodded, getting off the desk.

"Not my teaching?" I bantered.

"Well, that too," she laughed, before saying, "have a great day, Jasmine."

"You too, Mrs. Rose," I said, staring at her nylon-clad feet as she walked past me.


It was Friday when things got even stranger.

I was walking past my daughter's room and saw her posing in front of the mirror in just her bra, panties and thigh high stockings.

I froze.

She looked so hot.

I'm not proud of my first thought or the image that popped into my head.

Me with my face buried between her legs.

The thought was short lived as Tori greeted, seeing me in the mirror, acting casual, "Hi, Mom."

"Hi, Tori," I replied, walking into her room. I asked, "Hot date?"

"Just going to a party," she answered.

"In those?" I asked.

"What?" she asked, suddenly looking vulnerable. "Do I look bad?"

"No, no," I said, thinking to myself, 'no, you look utterly delicious'. "It's just that I thought you were more a jeans and t-shirt girl, Tori."

"I know," she nodded. "But I see you always in nylons and thought I should try them."

"Do you like them?" I asked.

"They make me feel sexy and mature," she answered, posing for me.

"It does do that," I smiled, looking at her feet in nylons.

"Mom, can I ask you a personal question?" she asked.

"Sure, anything," I answered, taking a bit too long to as I admired my daughter's legs and feet.

"Why do you wear them every day?"

"Lots of reasons," I answered, vaguely.


"Well, your father loved me in them," I started.

"I see," she nodded.

"But even after he died, well, I love the feel of them, the way they showcase my legs and also the attention I get wearing them."

"How so?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. "I just find that when I wear nylons I get more attention."

"Me too," she nodded.

"I treat my legs and feet like my third asset," I continued.

"Third asset?" she questioned.

"Yes," I nodded. "Men check out your breasts and ass... but also your legs."

"I guess that makes sense," she said, as she brushed her hair back.

She looked so sweet, innocent, and sexy... like so many of my protagonists... so much like Jenny in my 'Bedding the Babysitter' series.

"Well, honey, I'll let you get ready," I said.

I left her alone and once in the hallway, leaned against the wall, my pussy on fire.

I no doubt wanted to submit to my daughter.

Yet, I sensed even if she was to have sex... she would be submissive like me.

I closed my eyes and again imagined that I was a submissive:

"Come lick me," Tori ordered.

"But I'm your mother," I protested weakly, even as my mouth watered.

"No, you're my live-in pussy pleasing Mommy-slut," she corrected, as she opened her legs and snapped her fingers like I was a dog.

"Tori, how dare.

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