Sandra's mom

I couldn't believe my eyes. Standing right in front of me was a woman that looked to be in her late thirties and was a complete knock out. She was a semi-formal business suit that showed off her curves well. The top few buttons of her blouse were undone allowing me to see her cleavage. If I wasn't already in a relationship with Sandra, I might have actually asked her out.

In order to not look like a complete pervert, I held out my hand to the lady.

"Hi, my name is-"

The woman interrupted me and smiled saying, "Martin, I know. Sandra's told all about you. She was right about you. You are are handsome, young man."

Upon hearing her say that, I realized who this was. This was Sandra's mom. Sandra had told me once before that her mom had had her when her mom had just begun her freshman year of college. After finally taking a moment to carefully look at her face, I could see the resemblance. Sandra sure did a lot of her beauty from her mom.

"Oh um thanks mam. Sandra told me about you before. I can see where she gets all her charm and beauty from."

Sandra's mom chuckled at that.

"Oh stop. I'm a married woman." Then with a more serious tone she said, "Now may I come? I have something to talk to you about, and perhaps give you if I like what you say."

At her saying that, I say that she had a big box on a dolly next to her. Whatever it was, I'm certain that it was very important. I moved to the side to allow her in.

"Come on in. I can grab that for you if you want."

"Thank you for the offer, but I believe I should hold on to it for now."

With that, she wheeled in the box to my apartment and then sat herself down on the couch. I felt a little awkward to be having her here. After all, Paige was just in the other room and I was going to be meeting with Sandra in a few hours. Hopefully, I could resolve this without too much trouble. Before continuing the conversation, I sat down on the chair facing the couch she was on.

"So Sandra's mom-"

"Please, call me Casey."

"Ok. So Casey, what brings you to my home this early in the morning?"

Casey grinned a little and leaned forward in the coach.

"Sandra told me about Paige. And before you get to worried, I'm not mad at all. Actually, I'm glad. You see, Sandra is already familiar with the idea of a man owning a ****. After all, I'm a **** to my husband."

For a moment, I just sat there in shock. Was I still asleep in dreaming this? Casey, the woman who had given birth Sandra, was a ****.

"Yes, I know. Quite shocking really, but Sandra's father is actually a really wonderful man. I met him during my junior year of high school when he came for a high school reunion. He was in his last year of college and we got to know each other through mutual friends. I knew from the moment I saw him that I loved him. We didn't actually start dating until after my 18th birthday, but what a courtship it was. He never made me feel inadequate and always brightened my day. It was actually a few months before my graduation that he told me about his sexual fetishes. Given how in love with him I was, I was willing to try with him at least once and I never regretted it. The sense of peace I felt at giving away all my freedom to another and knowing that they would never let any harm come to during act was amazing. I won't go over everything that happened after that, but I'm sure you can guess what came out of it. Sandra was gift that I and my husband truly cherish. She's proof of how strong our bond is. One thing that we both agreed on, before she was born, is that Sandra wouldn't be kept blind is what sure of relationship my husband and I had. We, of course, kept our sexual acts to a minimum around her, but my husband had a rule that I am not to ever wear clothes at home without his permission. And I am a bit of a screamer. Sandra was no idiot to what we got up to when she wasn't around."

Hearing all of this gave me new insight into Sandra's reaction to my revelation to her about Paige. I just wondered what this meant for us now.

"So, Mrs. Casey, what did you want to talk to me about?"

"Straight and to the point. Good man. Here's the thing. When Sandra told me and my husband about Paige, we were both proud of you for being there for her and not taking advantage of her and furious to hear how Paige's former boyfriend treated her. No man should treat a woman like that and my husband is going to make sure that monster never does again. Believe it or not, my husband is close friends like some very powerful people in both the justice system, and well less legal circles. Either way, by this time next week, Paige's boyfriend will either be sitting in a windowless jailcell for the rest of his life or just simple...….disappear. Enough said?"

"Couldn't happen to a better man."

"Exactly. Any way, once Sandra told us everything, she told us something else. Now what she said is important to how you answer my next few questions and I need you to be perfectly honest."

"Understood."

"First question, do you love me daughter? Don't just give me the answer you think I want to hear. I want an honest answer. Do you truly love my daughter or are you still unsure."

"Mam, I told Sandra about Paige because I couldn't bear to keep such an important secret from her. How could I tell her I loved her while not also telling her I have a ****. So the answer to your question is yes. I love Sandra."

"Good. I sure she would be glad to know that. Next question is a little harder. If Sandra was okay with it, would you have sex with Paige?"

"That is entirely up to Paige. I didn't take her because I wanted to have sex. I did it because she is a close friend and deserved to be loved and care for. To be honest though, if I had never met Sandra and Paige had never met that monster, we might have ended up together. I hope that helps."

"More than you know. Last question, and this one is going to be a simple yes or no answer and I want you to answer it right away. No thought or time to ask for a reason. Just give me your immediate answer. Understand?"

"Yes I promise."

"Good, now here's the question. If Sandra were to suddenly walk through that door and tell you that she wanted you to take her as a **** and own her for the rest of her life, what would you say?"