Let Tracey go talk to her friend. You’ll ask her about it later.

You can see how upset she is, and you’re not worried that she’s just making an excuse. It’s not like you can do anything more than kissing here in the school hallway. You smile at her and brush a stray lock of hair back from her face. “Go ahead. Help your friend out. You can tell me what it’s all about later at my place.”

Tracey stretches to give you a quick kiss. “Thanks Dave. You’re sweet. I’ll see you later.” She hurried off down the hall, following Leah.

You text your address before you head to your next class. You’re in a pretty good mood all afternoon. Tracey sits next to you in English, and you have trouble paying any attention to Ms. Fellows because you’re so distracted. After the bell rings, and you’re heading out of the classroom together, she asks you. “Is it all right if I go home first, and come over to your place around 3:30? My mom’s working from home today, and she’s expecting me home. She gets worried if I’m late.”

You back her up against her locker and kiss her. You’re more confident than last time, since she reacted so well to it then. Your kiss is aggressive. You press your tongue into her mouth. Your hands grip her shoulders and pin her back against the locker. It doesn’t last long, because you’re surrounded by other students trying to get their belonging from their lockers and get out of the building. When you pull back from the kiss, you notice a good number of them were watching you. “No problem, babe.” You tell Tracey. “I’ll see you then.”

When you get home, you see Abbie’s car and your mom’s both in the driveway. You forgot Abbie has finals this week, and her schedule is different. And mom must have left work early to be home for you again. You’re going to have to tell her to stay at work, or she’s going to lose her job.

When you walk in, your mom is right there. “Hi honey. How was your day? I made some pie if you want a snack.” She’s wearing a tank tee shirt and tight yoga pants that show off her curvy body. She walks up to you, wraps her arms around you and gives you a kiss on the cheek. She keeps holding you tight, nuzzling your neck, and breathing in deeply.

“Hi mom. Didn’t you go to work today?” you ask.

“I worked this morning, but I had to get out and clear my head. I was… very distracted today. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I came home to, ah, relax for a bit.” She shakes her head. “No, I’m supposed to tell you things, not keep them from you. I masturbated thinking about you,” she says in a timid voice. “Then I went for a long walk. You were so right about that. I feel like I’m getting fit and looking better for the special guy in my life.” She pulls her head back to look into your eyes as she tells you that.

You look around, “Mom… I, uh, saw Abbie’s car. Where is she?”

“Oh, Abbie’s in her room taking a little nap. I think she fell asleep while I was walking. She was out pretty late with her friends last night and had an early final this morning.” Your mother takes your hand and leads you into the kitchen. “Let me get you a slice of pie.” She grabs a knife and starts to cut a slice.

“Sure, thanks mom.” You say not really caring about the pie. “I wanted to let you know, a friend’s coming over to the house this afternoon… a girl.” You are hesitant to say it, not sure how your mother will react.

“Dave, that’s wonderful!” Your mom beams. “Finally a girl at your school is smart enough to see what I’ve known all along. What a wonderful young man you are.” She brings a plate with a slice of apple pie over to you. She stands close to you and her hand strokes over your shoulders as she waits for you to try it.

“So… you’re OK with it? With me maybe having a girlfriend?” you ask, then take a bite of the pie. Despite your mom not usually being much of a cook, it’s pretty good.

“Why wouldn’t I be? As long as she makes you happy. That’s what’s most important.” Leaning closer so she is pressing against your arm, she asks in a low voice. “Is this the girl you mentioned last night, who you’re thinking of being in a power exchange relationship with?”

You almost **** on the bite. Coughing, you nod. “Um… yes. But I really haven’t discussed it in detail with her yet, so… maybe don’t mention it when you meet her? It really doesn't bother you?”

“Of course not, honey. I’m glad you’ve found a girl you like.” Your mom gives you a tight hug. “And I hope she knows how to give you what you want. You deserve to have everything you want, Davey.”

You hadn’t been expecting this. Even though your mother is enchanted to want you, she seems genuinely pleased that you’ve got another girl coming over to the house. Maybe things will work out ok. You take another bite of the pie. “You know, it would be great to have some privacy for that conversation. Do you think you could take Abbie out of the house for a while, maybe take her shopping or to an early movie or something? Some nice, long mother-daughter time.” You suggest.

Your mom nods happily. “That’s a wonderful idea, giving you two young lovers some time alone.” She bends over and places a long, wet kiss on the side of your neck. “Or should I say young Master and ****?” she says slyly.

You swallow nervously. It’s great that your mom agreed to help so easily, but it’s kind of weird how enthusiastic she is about you having a girl submit to you. “Maybe not yet, mom. I’m still working it out, and… you know… not when anyone else can hear, OK?”

“Certainly, honey.” Mom chuckles. “It’s cute how shy you are about it. I bet this girl will be proud to be called your ****. I would.” She hugs you again, pulling you tight against her full, round breasts. “Would you do something for me though?”

“What is it, mom?” you ask.

Your mother sits down on your lap, straddling your thighs, facing you. Her eyes are fixed on yours. “If there’s ever anything you want, that this girl won’t do for you, anything at all. I want you to let me know. I’ll be there for you. There’s nothing I won’t do for you.” She says in a low, sultry voice as her hands trail up and down your chest. She kisses you on the lips, a gentle touch of her lips, but lingering on. You can feel your cock strain and swell in response to her attention.

Then her voice goes back to her normal, cheerful tone. “And don’t forget when you’re busy with your new ****, your old mom still needs time with you, and affection.”

You give her a quick hug, wondering just how much attention your mother is going to need to satisfy the spell. She’s getting bolder, worrying less about being proper. You worry about Abbie walking in and seeing this. Your hands move to her waist to grip her and move her from your lap. “Mom… I don’t think it would be good for Abbie to find us like this.”

Your mom blushes. “Of course… you’re right. I… I can’t control myself sometimes, honey. I’m sorry,” she says sounding flustered as she stands up from your lap. “I’ll go. I need to get showered and dressed to take Abbie out. When is your girl getting here?”

“She said she’d be here at 3:30,” you answer.

“Be sure to punish her if she makes you wait, Master.” She says in a low, teasing voice. Then she walks out of the kitchen, swaying her hips as she goes. You watch until she’s out the kitchen door. After that, there’s nothing you can do but finish the pie.

A little while later, Abbie comes downstairs. “Hey Beanpole,” she says as she starts cutting herself a slice of pie. “Have you noticed Mom acting weird lately? She made me breakfast this morning, then came home early and baked a pie. Now she wants to take me out shopping and to dinner. She said she wanted a mother-daughter day.”

You nod. “You’re right, she has been acting different. She made breakfast for me too. Any idea what’s up with her?”

Your sister shakes her head. “Nope. All I can think of is that she met a guy or something. Maybe she’s paying us more attention now because she thinks she’s going to be spending a lot of time with someone else, and she’s feeling guilty?”

Your pulse quickens. Abbie thinks there’s a new man in mom’s life. That’s a little close for comfort.