Late Night Chat

The five of us stayed up pretty late catching up, with Farah and my family getting to know each other. As I had told her, Farah's fears were unfounded. My mom had taken to her instantly, and I was pretty sure my sisters liked her more than they did me already. As the night progressed however, my mom had to shoo Gwen and Beth off to bed; they still had one day of classes left, and then on Saturday, it would be their birthday. The topic hadn't come up tonight, but it was a very noticeable 800 lb. gorilla in the room. It was weighing on their minds, and I could tell they wanted to talk to me. Or Farah. Likely Farah, at this point. But they definitely wanted to talk to someone.

Once they trundled up the stairs to their rooms, my mom turned to Farah and I. There would be no putting off this conversation, it would seem.

"Farah, first I want to say that I'm so happy that you and John got together. I love him dearly, but he needed someone to get him out of his comfort zone a bit, and from the way you two act around each other, its pretty clear that is exactly what's happened." Pausing a bit to take a sip of her wine, my mom gathered her thoughts, "What I am about to ask of you, of you both, is hard to say. I'm sure John told you about my fetish?"

"Yes, he did ma'am."

"Tsk. Stacy, please." I had to groan at that. I knew she'd been holding that chestnut in reserve since she heard that I was bringing Farah home. "Then you know that as an English woman, I love being treated like an object, something for others to use as they see fit, with little regard to my interests. When the kids' father took off, it took everything I had to suppress that urge as much as possible. I had to be a good mom for Gwen, Beth, and John. I did my best to avoid interacting with people who might have taken advantage of an 'English Rose'."

"You did a phenomenal job raising us," I assured her, "Hell, Gwen and Beth are competing with each other for valedictorian, and have their pick of colleges. I got a full ride academic scholarship. You aced it."

"Well, I just met the girls," Farah added, "but they're pretty great girls. And I'll concede you did a decent job with John." Sticking her tongue out at me as she said it, which set us all into laughter.

"Thank you both. I'm pretty proud of them all, most of the time. But it is very nice to hear from other people. The real thing I wanted to talk to you is that, now that John is in college, and the girls are almost there, I'm not sure how much longer I can suppress my desire to be just told what to do, to have someone just take what they want from me. I was... wow... this is so hard to ask." Pausing to polish off her wine, she waved me off when I went to pour her another glass.

"Oooh... I think I know what you're trying to ask. You're hoping to find someone specific, someone to treat you the way you want to be treated, but you can still trust to think about your interests, right?"

My mom could only nod at that. I could see where this was going, but I was having trouble believing it was happening.

"Stacy," Farah pressed, slyly winking at me, "You know I'm Saudi Arabian, right? Well, you might not know that I've imprinted on John here, and I'm already planning on building his harem. I've got less than no problems sharing him. But, if you want your son to treat you like the... slut you are, you're going to have to ask him."

I swear I could see my mom shiver in a mini-orgasm at Farah's words, "But...he's my son..."

"No. Tell him what you want. Now."

With that, my mom turned to me with a look on her face that I've never seen before.