The mother's sexual buttons

I leaned in a little conspiratorially to Maddam:
"You were observing what we were doing through the monitors weren't you?" I didn't wait for her to admit it, I was enough of an exhibitionist to like the idea of being observed whilst working with my pussy, moreover for safety reasons I was even glad she kept an eye on us.
"There was no sound for you but the mother was extremely explicit in the instructions she was giving the boy - but above all me. When she was guiding his cock into my pussy after she made me lay on my back, I reckoned she might orgasm on the spot her face was so red and contorted. As he fucked me she moved her hips in unison with mine, as if thrusting up to meet his thrusts. She wasn't pretending to fuck me - she was coaching me on how to be fucked by him and in so doing enjoying herself vicariously. She squeezed her thighs and sighed loudly whenever I obeyed one of her orders. "

Pausing momentarily, I saw that Maddam was listening and if not entranced her interest was peaked. If the tale was arousing to her she did not let on.

"If we could find a regular public place where she would be confronted with you directing me or one of the other girls in casual ways, it could be a way to strike up a conversation. My guess is that she will jump at the chance of putting one of us girls through our paces - she must be sexually frustrated. Mid-term what I see is that she would be able to watch the monitors - she clearly likes watching - and through earpieces be allowed to direct me or some of the other girls to do certain things for customers. Getting them back after the customer finishes to finish her off - that way we make double cash from the same period. Eventually she might even be keen to be present as a dominatrix - when we have a client who likes to follow female orders. As an 18-year old and as much as I would love to think I look credible ordering an older man around, having her do it would have all of us get off. I mean..."

Maddam put up her hand peremptorily stopping my flow of words in mid-stride.

"I will think about. You need to get that fanny back on the floor and earn some cash with your pussy for us."