Follow her upstairs to the guest bedroom.

Following your mother up there stairs, you are still astounded with her beauty. As you follow her up, you watch the thin fabric of her dress dance across her ass and the small of her back as her hips trace lazy twirls of feminine grace. It suddenly dawns on you that her dress has a long slit down the back. Through the opening you can see flashes of black lettering across your mom's lower back. You've never noticed it before and wonder if it might be a knew tattoo, but you're too caught up in the moment to ask. From your low vantage point you can also see some sort of black mark on the inside of her left thigh.

Close to your face a few stairs ahead, you can see the jewelry hanging from her ankle. Dancing from a thin gold chain is a black spade, like the symbol from playing cards. You don't recognize any significance to it, and figure that it might be a good luck charm.

You get to the top of the stairs, the both of you ignoring a raucous coming from your sister Adriana's room. "She came all the way back from school just for your Birthday! Can you believe how sweet that girl is?" Your mother mentions offhandedly. You think to yourself that its more likely that she's here to torment you. In either case she doesn't emerge as you pass.

As you arrive at the guest room, Mom ushers you inside, then closes the door. It does not escape your attention that she locks it as well. She turns to face you.

"Baby, I need you to listen fully to everything I'm about to say. I will lay out how things are going to work for you."

"First, know that I haven't been entirely truthful with you about the nature of our family. In reality, Jeremy (your step father) and I have a rather unusual relationship. And not just us, but your sister, and other family members. Honey many of our friends and contacts across town participate in the lifestyle I'm about to introduce you to. And I can guarantee that you'll meet people from around here you've never realized existed."

As she said these words she had been inching toward you. She was now pressing her breasts together infront of her between her arms as she learns forward. Her blue-green eyes remain fixed on yours.

"Now I think you have a very special role to play in all this, if only you will let me show you how. It may be hard, but you should know that Mommy believes in you. Now you can either sit down in the training chair or strip naked and let me get to work."

Across the room is an antique wooden chair, which has been in here as long as you can remember. It is a comfortable hardwood chair with plush padding, except that a hole has been cut out of the seat cushion. Underneath the hole is a door. You always assumed it was some sort of birthing chair, especially since it has leather arm restraints built in. You l look back up to your mother's expectant face, suddenly turned authoritarian again.