Detective Grace

“So you’re not willing to talk about Emma’s involvement?” Grace asked to start.

“Not really. Not without running it by her first anyway” you replied, repeating what you had already told her earlier.

“But you are willing to talk about anyone else involved?” she questioned, leaning forward and resting her chin atop her hands as if she was about to begin an interrogation.

“Yes?” you said, starting to worry about where this line of questioning was going.

Grace took a moment to just stare at you to put the pressure on and while you knew what she was trying to do, she still managed to get the effect she intended, feeling like Grace was playing ‘bad cop’ to get you to spill your secrets.

“Your Mom a minute ago said she warned you about ‘a lot of angry women’. I wouldn’t say 3 is a lot if you just count me, her and Emma. What would you consider a lot Max?” she inquired, the detail from earlier not slipping by her.

Mom gave you an apologetic look but even you hadn’t noticed any issue with Mom’s wording, only hearing how it sounded now that Grace had scrutinised it.

“Counting, you, Mom and Emma… there’s three more” you admitted, seeing Grace’s eyes widen and feeling the need to defend yourself a little.

“They are all aware of each other, some more recent than others but, you were the last one not to know. Again sorry about that but it was something me and Emma decided to hide for the moment. At least until we went on the trip.” you continued, knowing that it was a shitty thing to do even if your lie was with the best intentions.

Grace was ready to ask more about the other women but the mention of the trip seemed to catch her attention more.

“You didn’t plan the weekend trip for any other reason than what you told me right?” Grace asked, glancing at Mom and when she saw her looking confused, it seemed she already had her answer.

“Yep. The main reason is still the same. We did maybe want some time to ourselves but we hadn’t actually made any plans for that, just a ‘wait and see’ sorta thing. I’ll tell you about it once we're back, Mom” you answered, Noticing that Mom looked like she was going to ask further now that she was the one lacking knowledge.

Now Grace was the one looking apologetic as she turned to face your mother.

“Sorry but it's a secret I can’t tell you yet. Just know he has good intentions. And he did run it by me instead of trying to go off somewhere on his own so at least go easy on him for that if you do punish him” Grace said in your defense.

“I think I’m more likely to be handing out the punishments” you teased, seeing Mom blush as you couldn’t help but make a comment.

Grace’s interest immediately turned towards Mom’s reaction and you were happy to turn the conversation in that direction to avoid the other topics you wanted to avoid.

You told Grace about you now being in charge of punishments which then led to you revealing the new family rules you had managed to put in place, much to Mom’s embarrassment. That then led to Grace questioning why Sarah and Lucy were going along with this and then the reveal that they were two of the six subjects you hadn’t mentioned so far, the surprise of that not even making her question who the final mystery woman was.

“I should have known you would turn into a playboy as soon as you hit eighteen, I needed to warn Emma about boys like you” Grace teased.

“Well Emma’s nearly as bad as me. She…” you started to reply as the mood had gotten more comfortable, catching yourself before you spoke too much.

Grace’s grin widened when you said that but she didn’t try to get more details, taking a sip of her wine and giving you a knowing look before she replied.

“As long as you're taking good care of her then you won’t have any issues with me” Grace said, with your earlier comments about keeping Emma’s secret probably helping to show you were serious about your relationship with her daughter.

Grace ended up pouring everyone a drink and the conversation turned back to more mundane topics in comparison to before, letting you relax a little now that the pressure was off. Grace and Mom continued being the main back and forth in the conversation and when you felt it was safe to let out a deep breath, Mom seemed to jinx it as soon as the air left your lungs.

“So why did your neck taste like Max’s…” Mom asked, letting the unfinished question hang in the air before she continued.

“Well I know I can guess why it tasted like that but, why did you leave it there when you knew you were coming here?” Mom rephrased, glancing between you and Grace to see if either of you were willing to give an answer.

Grace frowned at first but given that Mom had worked up the courage to ask for Grace’s opinion earlier, she looked ready to answer before you felt the need to jump in.

“So, me and Max have done stuff together and after you went to the changing room, Mr silver tongue over there convinced me to do a bit more than just get changed. His cum specifically was something he wanted to leave on as a sort of ‘mark’. I think that’s how you described it anyway. And don’t get me wrong, I agreed with the idea so I’m not putting this solely on Max. The idea of being able to go out in public like this without anyone catching on, minus you, was a turn-on for me” Grace explained, getting a nod from you when she asked for confirmation, and then a slight blush on her cheeks when she was honest with Mom about her kinks.

“I don’t think I would ever have the courage to do that” Mom replied, no judgement entering her mind towards Grace, only wonder at the act itself.

“I think I can arrange something if you want?” you asked playfully.

“Please don’t joke about it, I don’t think I could handle that” Mom said, taking a cautious look around the room now that the public setting was brought to her full attention.

“Hmm, what if it was an order? You’d have to be punished if you didn’t” you teased, leaning forward to rest your arms on the table while watching Mom’s eyes widen.

“I…I…” Mom stammered, the mere thought of it being an order changing the way she looked at it while she fidgeted in her seat.

“Can you please stop flirting with my daughter’s boyfriend while I’m right here” Grace cut in, parodying Mom's earlier comments with a grin.

You leant back into your seat and you could see Mom relax again when she saw you weren’t expecting her to actually reply, turning to Grace so she could give her a mock glare. Your teasing had given Grace some extra insight into your relationship with Mom but she was bound to find out sooner or later now that she was more aware of your relationships, hopefully a lot more aware if your fantasies ever came to pass.