CHAPTER = 65.
Dinah lance was not used to it being so quiet in her house. As the wife of a policemam and the mother of two womans, she had a very full schedule that either had her out and about in the small community of Spring Creek, at home doing her many household chores, that her old fashioned husband referred to as woman's work, or at home fighting with her younger twenty year old daughter, Sara lance, who had been a hellion for years, but who had become particularly worse since turning eighteen. Actually, the house was particularly quiet since Sara had stormed out of the house after another argument about her risqué fashion sense. She had come downstairs dressed in a plaid skirt so short the top of her white thigh high stockings were completely visible, with a white blouse that was so see-through Dinah lance could see her daughter's black bra.
"You are not going out dressed like that," Dinah said. the forty-two year old mother said, as she stopped decorating the tree that she was suppose to be doing with her daughter and not alone.
"Like what?" Sara asked, acting as if such an outfit was perfectly normal.
"Like a fucking harlot," Dinah said to her younger daughter the pretty, but conservative mom replied. The twenty year old daughter, who was the spitting image of her mom, laughed,
"Really, Mother, harlot, can we at least get in the right century?" Sara teased her mother.
"Don't use that tone with me young lady," a growingly frustrated Dinah responded.
"What tone?" Sara shrugged, being sure to add tone to her question, before adding, as if her Mother had no say in the decision, "Clark and I are going out."
"Not in that, not dressed like a...," the mother paused unsure what word to choose. She introduced her boyfriend Clark kent to her mother.
"Like a what, Mother?" Sara asked with a challenging glare.
"Like a slut," Dinah finally blurted out.
"Are you calling me a slut?" the daughter questioned, the tension in the room growing instantly.
"No, my dear," the mother replied, her blonde hair in a bun, hiding just how pretty she could be with her hair down, said, "It's just..."
"Now am I, a dear or a slut, Mother?" Sara snapped, her anger bubbling over. Regretting her word choice, Dinah tried to rephrase.
"Please Sara. We have an image to uphold for your Father`s sake." Dinah said to her younger daughter.
"Fuck Mom," Sara exploded, she hated everything about this city, she thought when her master take over the world she will be living with him and his other sluts "Everything is about our image. I am sick of the facade we have to endure in this fucking God awful town."
The mother was shocked. Sure they had fought, more frequently as her only daughter got older, and since her other daughter, Dinah had left to gotham city, but Sara had never before swore in her presence and had never used the Lord's name in vain. The stunned mother's own anger exploded,
"That is enough young lady. Do not swear in our house and don't you ever use the Lord's name in vain, is that clear?" Dinah scolded her daughter, Sara's next words were poisonous.
"Yes, for God fucking sakes, could you fucking imagine if people in the town knew that the police commissioner's daughter was some fucking cheap slut and that the commissioner and his wife are in a sham of a fucking marriage? Holy shit, the fabric of our town would crumble right before our eyes, wouldn't it Mommy dearest?" Sara asked with a smile, As she finished a smile crossed her face as if she had some deep dark secret. Before Dinah knew what she was doing, she slapped her daughter in the face. Instantly the mother was apologizing,
"I-I-I am so sorry. I can't believe I just did that." Dinah apologized, Instead of feeling offended, Sara seemed relieved. She smiled.
"Well, good to know there is some emotion behind the pretentious perfection you exude in front of everyone." Sara said.
"Sara, please let's talk like two mature women," the mother, near tears, pleaded.
"Ok, Mom. When was the last time dad fucked you?" Sara asked, smiling, knowing she had long ago crossed the line.
"Sara!" Dinah gasped at the shocking question.
"Mom, even though you try to hide it with your hair in a bun, conservative blouses, long skirts, dresses and no make-up. You are very beautiful. Stop hiding your sexuality, Mom. It is," Sara said, her tone no longer angry, but sincere. Dinah was weakened by the rare compliment of her looks, before she could respond she heard a car pulling over in the house.
"That is Clark," Sara said, leaning in and kissing her mom on the cheek, before adding, "I'll be home by midnight."
Sara started to leave and Dinah tried to be the one in control.
"Do not leave this house, young lady." Dinah said. The white canary stopped, turned around and stare his mother with a naughty smile.
"And what are you going to do to stop me?" Sara asked. The words every parent dreads, the utter defiance and the moment when you know that you can't win. "That's what I thought, Mommy," Sara said smiling, using the word 'Mommy' condescendingly. "Just like with Father, you are submissive. Now be a good Mommy and go finish putting up the tree and then clean my room."
Patting her mother on the cheek, Sara turned and left through the front door. Tears flooded her eyes as the defeated mother stood there devastated by the treatment of her daughter, the utter disrespect and at the accusation of her being submissive. After a moment, Dinah moved robotically to the tree and continued the lonely job of putting up the family Christmas tree by herself. As the mother did as she was expected, she wished her husband was home. There is no way Sara would have walked out of the house dressed like that if he was home. She never considered herself submissive, but rather just a faithful wife who did the duties a stereotypical 'woman who stays at home' does. In reflection, her husband was a very demanding man, stern, but fair. With husband, there was only black and white, never any shade of grey in between. Yet, her husband would not be home for a few days as he was giving a special operation against the biggest crimelord in starcity and then staying for a few days in station where he was the closing keynote. Dinah finished putting up the tree which had always been a special tradition for herself and her children. Dinah went up to clean her younger daughter's room but stopped, she began shaking her head as she thought to herself, 'What am I doing? I am doing exactly what she told me to.' Dinah instead returned downstairs and seated herself at the table in the rectory dining room. Dinah was in charge of almost every fundraiser for the church and the upcoming annual christmas pageant was no different. She sighed thinking about how predictable her life had become, something she had not considered before the harsh accusations of her daughter. She spent the next hour organizing things for the upcoming pageant: she called and chatted with Mrs. Weber who was in charge of the show itself and somehow ended up agreeing to be the virgin Mary; she called Mrs. Addleton to confirm food was all organized and ended up agreeing to make her famous beef stew; she called Mr. Hamilton about the hall and ended up agreeing to pick up more lights for the show. She quickly decided no more calls as her workload kept increasing with each call. 'Am I submissive?' Dinah thought to herself. Everyone just expects I will do what they ask: my husband, my daughter, the community. She was suddenly frustrated and was about to call it quits for the evening when she remembered Mr. Hamilton mentioning that the special hand carved chest that had been used in all of the pageants, the one held by one of the three kings could not be found when they had done an inventory. It was a lovely piece and she recalled seeing it not too long ago in the church basement in one of the storage rooms. She thought about leaving it till tomorrow, but she was rather anal about things. Still wide-awake after her fight with her daughter and knowing she wouldn't sleep well until she at least checked if it was there. Outside it had just finished snowing and the town looked beautiful with fresh snow. Dinah decided to walk the three blocks instead of driving to enjoy the fresh winter air. Seldom had she just walked around at night and enjoyed the calm beauty of the town. Every house had Christmas decorations on their front lawn and lights on their homes; she smiled as she began to sing,
"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas." she saidherself. The three-block stroll took over twenty minutes as Mrs. lance just admired the houses, chatted with Mr. and Mrs. Smith who were out for a walk themselves, and just enjoyed the freedom of being alone. When she arrived at the church, Dinah found the door locked and sighed as she realized she had not brought her keys. The church never used to be locked, until an unfortunate incident a few months ago where it had been vandalized in the middle of the night. She was about to turn back and go home when she noticed the lights were on in the basement. She wondered if someone was downstairs, probably looking for the chest just as she was about to do, and decided to go take a peek. There were fresh footprints in the snow leading to the back door and sure enough, it was unlocked. Dinah went inside, took off her snow covered boots and went downstairs. As she reached the bottom she was about to say hello, when she heard grunts and moans coming from the far back room. The one used for marriage counselling usually. She was suddenly extremely anxious and slowly tiptoed to the door that was slightly ajar. As the curious commissioner's wife slowly looked inside, her mouth dropped open and she had to cover her mouth to keep from gasping at what she was seeing.
On the table used to discuss the sanctity of marriage was her daughter, naked except for her blouse and she was clearly having sex with Clark Chase, her reporter boyfriend that her husband greatly disapproved of. Only the Mother, Caroline, came to church, Dinah's first instinct was to walk in and stop this as any mother would do in this situation, yet that is not what she did. Instead, she watched transfixed by her daughter being fucked so thoroughly by the surprisingly muscular man.
"Harder Clark. Slam that big cock of yours all the way in me." Sara moanamed. Hearing her daughter's filthy mouth was also shocking, even after their explosive fight earlier. Yet, while the words last time went directly to her heart, this time the words went directly somewhere else. Dinah couldn't deny the sudden twitch in her vagina. So instead of stopping the sexual debauchery, the Mom who couldn't remember the last time she actually had sex watched in voyeuristic awe. Meanwhile, Sara was getting even more animated as Clark continued hard deep thrusts into her mercilessly. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, Clark, I'm getting close."
"You love my big cock, don't you, slut?" Clark grunted as he fucked hard. Dinah again gasped at hearing her daughter being called such a derogatory name, yet it only seemed to enhance the euphoria growing in her daughter.
"Yes, baby, your cock fits my slutty wet little cunt so perfectly," she moaned back. Again Dinah could not believe it. Sure Sara had been a handful, but never in a million years would she have anticipated her daughter not only allowing herself to be called a slut, but calling herself one as well.
"I am going to take your back door soon, slut," Clark said, his hands squeezing Dinah's younger daughter's breasts through her shirt.
"now, I don't know, baby," Sara moaned.
"I wasn't asking your opinion bitch. You're my cunt now and you will do as you are told," Clark said with a confidence that implied this was not negotiable. The firmness of his voice sent pulse waves to the voyeuristic mother, her own submissive personality bubbling to the forefront.
"Just get me off, baby," Sara demanded, clearly two strong-willed people both trying to control the situation and each other. Clark obliged, sweat pouring off her body as he slammed into the near climactic Sara. Sara's body bounced back like a Raggedy Ann doll as she screamed, "Shiiiiit, I'm coming."
Dinah watched her daughter orgasm and imagined it was her getting fucked so hard. She couldn't resist the temptation any longer as her hand went under her dress and to her wanton, long-neglected vagina. A minute after Sara orgasmed.
"Suck my big fat cock, cocksucker." Superman ordered. Again Dinah couldn't believe what she was hearing, or what she was witnessing or the effect it was having on her. She was now rubbing herself quickly, desperate to get off as she watched her daughter hop of the table and quickly devour what was easily the biggest cock she had ever seen. Although she was not close enough to see exactly how big it was, she was sure it was substantially much longer and much thicker than her husband's five inches. Sara bobbed eagerly on Clark's cock, tasting her own cum. She loved sucking Clark's thick big long cock and although she did love the taste of cum, getting her face coated with his sticky goo was a turn-on for some reason. Possibly, because her home life was such a boring, rigorous structure of goodness that being slutty was just a natural release for her frustrations.
"Here it comes, baby," Clark grunted and pulled out of Sara's mouth pumping his cock furiously. The mother was just as furiously rubbing herself as she too was close to orgasm. Dinah covered her mouth with her free hand to smother her scream as her orgasm hit, just as she saw her daughter's face getting coated with stream after stream of white goo.
"Hmmmmm, I love your cum baby," Sara purred as she licked Clark's cockhead. Hearing a slight sound, she glanced to the door. She gasped as she saw her Mother watching her. Dinah thinking she may be caught, quickly backed away from the door and quickly, but quietly, moved up the stairs.
"My mom is here and you knew it." sara asked to Clark.
"oh shit, i didn't really pay attention" he cursed, quickly pulling up his pants.
"No, no, no, it's ok," Sara smiled, devilishly. "She was watching us."
"Fuck off," Clark replied, his own devious smile crossing his lips.
"I'm serious," Sara smiled, quickly deep throating her boyfriend's thirteen inch cock.
"So now what?" Clark asked, knowing his Sara has often devious, naughty ideas. Taking Clark's thirteen inch cock out of her mouth and standing up, Sara smiled,
"I think it is time to have some fun." Sara said.
"And what was what we just did?" Clark joked.
"Oh, tomorrow we get my Mommy on this table," Sara announced.
"Are you kidding me?" Clark asked.
"Nope," Sara said, "I finally have Mommy dearest exactly where I want her."
"And where is that?" Clark asked, finishing putting his cock away.
"Blackmail," Sara smiled.
"You are not saying what I think you are saying," Clark questioned, his cock staying hard with just the thought of fucking Mrs. lance."
"Well, you said my Mom is a MILF, how fun it would about fucking me, my mom and my sister sametime" Sara teased, already visually planning having her mother eating her pussy. Meanwhile, Dinah ran home, almost falling twice as she tried to collect her thoughts. She couldn't believe she just masturbated while watching her daughter have sex...in church! She was mortified by her actions, horrified by her daughter's actions, and petrified by the reality that having watched her daughter having sex and being treated as a complete slut, brought back so many memories of her own wild sexual exploits in college. Before Dinah met her husband, she was a bit of a wild child, but that all stopped the moment she met her husband. He was ten years older than her, but Dinah was sick of the crazy life she was leading and was drawn in by his high moral values. In very little time, her naughty past faded and she was pulled in by her husband's strong resolve and his smooth way with words. He was the yin to her yang, the calm to her storm and they were married just over a year after they met.
Her older daughter Laurel lance came a year later, and fourteen months after that Sara was born and although her husband was thrilled to have children, he never seemed to get past seeing Dinah as big and pregnant. After the children's births, he lost all interest in intimacy and once in a while, a flicker of disgust crossed his face as if he could still visualize her being pregnant. So although Dinah lost all the baby weight and was still a very attractive woman, actually in better shape than when she was in college, they had not had sex in years.
Occasionally the temptation to pleasure herself occurred, but she combated the urges by keeping herself super busy. However, seeing her younger daughter being fucked had brought back her repressed sexuality and when the dam had burst, she had masturbated in church while watching her daughter used as a slut, flashbacks of herself being used as a slut returning to her head like a vintage old movie. Once home, she went directly to the shower to wash away her sin.
The hot water warmed Dinah, but she couldn't completely cool the fire that was still flickering down below. She tried desperately to forget what she saw, what she felt, but once the apple is bit there is no going back and she had taken a very big bite. ... Usually Dinah waited up for Sara to get home before retiring to bed, but decided she really didn't know how to face her daughter after what she just saw. So after getting in her pajamas, she went down stairs to get a glass of milk. She was just putting the milk back in the refrigerator when the front door opened. She tried to finish her milk and escape back to her bedroom, before her daughter came into the kitchen. However, she failed; they were now standing there face-to-face. Sara had decided she was going to play mind games with her mom and not just come out and blurt that she knew what she knew. She opened with fake sincerity.
"Sorry about my earlier outburst, Mom." Sara said. Dinah was surprised by the softness of her daughter's voice and doubly surprised when she came and hugged her. She had craved such mother-daughter intimacy for years, ever since it had stopped a few years ago, yet now it just felt awkward. Instead of the normal innocence of a mother-daughter hug, she noticed her breasts crushed together with her daughters. Her daughter's hand landed harmlessly on her lower back, the fingers just touching her backside. Dinah felt another rush of excitement which mortified her (even in her wild college days she had never been with another woman). As soon as the embrace ended, Dinah tried to remain cool.
"I'm sorry too, Sara. You are twenty and old enough to make your own decisions, even if I don't always approve. I was young once too you know." Dinah said.
"You were?" Sara teased her mother, "I just assumed you were born as an adult."
"It feels that way some times," Dinah replied.
"Clark is taking me to the Christmas formal tomorrow," Sara said, stirring the pot by mentioning Clark. Dinah's face flushed at just hearing Clark's name, his big thirteen inch cock instantly flashing into her head.
"You ok, Mom? You look all flushed," Sara said, feigning concern. Dinah stammered as she tried to justify her burning cheeks.
"O-o-oh, I just feel a little under the weather." Dinah said. Sara put her hand on her mom's forehead.
"No fever, Mommy, maybe you just need some TLC." Sara said with a tearing smile. Dinah's red faced cheeks burned even more as the thought of her daughter's bulky boyfriend being the one to give her a very special kind of TLC popped again into her head. Mortified by the sick and twisted thoughts that continued to recur in her mind, she decided to finish the conversation.
"I think you are right, Sara. I am going to hit the hay." Dinah said with a hint of horny.
"Me too," Sara agreed, throwing another innuendo at her mother, "I am really worn out myself."
The Mother's mind flashed back to seeing her daughter getting fucked by Clark's big, thick, hard cock. Sara added, confident that her Mother was currently remembering what she had witnessed earlier,
"It really was a long hard night." Dinah oblivious to her daughter's innuendo agreed, "Yes it has been a long night."
"Long and hard," Sara corrected, barely able to hold back her laughter.
"Sure, long and hard," Dinah replied, her mind again thinking of her daughter's boyfriend's cock.
"What are you thinking about, Mom?" Sara asked, knowing exactly what her mother was thinking.
"What? Sorry, I am just way past exhaustion," the dazed and increasingly horny mother replied. Sara yawned, finally deciding to let her mom off the hook for the night,
"I'm exhausted too." Sara said.
"Good night," Dinah said.
"Night Mom," Sara replied, new ideas forming on how to make her mom her plaything. In her bed, Dinah couldn't resist the temptation of pleasuring herself for the second time that night and the second time in years while thinking of Clark's cock fucking her deep and hard like he had her daughter. She came hard again and like the last time she was horrified by her weakness. How was she going to face her daughter or Clark tomorrow? A million thoughts bounced in her head as she drifted into slumber. ...
THE NEXT MORNING,
the last night just seemed like a strange dream as Dinah woke up from the best night's sleep she could remember. Yet, as the memories from last night returned, she sat straight up ashamed. Looking at the clock she gasped it was 9:10 clock. Over two hours later then she normally woke up. She was suppose to be at the hall by ten to help set up for the dance tonight. She quickly got ready, happy she showered last night, and made herself a quick breakfast. The day itself flew by like most days did, as Dinah was kept busy running around doing other people's jobs to make sure the dance would be ready. By the time she arrived home at three, half an hour before Sara should be home, she was already exhausted. For the second time in less than twenty-four hours,
Dinah was going to witness her daughrer engaged in sexual activity. This time though the shock value would double. Closing her front door, she instantly heard the moans of pleasure, but this time there was no hiding.
"Hi, Mooooommy," Sara called out, through an exaggerated moan. Dinah again froze in her tracks, just like she had last night.
"Sara what are you doing there," Dinah asked.
"Get your ass in here Mother," Sara ordered, her tone changing in a heartbeat. Dinah's face went flush not with embarrassment, but anger at her daughter talking to her like that. She turned the corner into the living room with guns a blazing.
"Don't you ever talk to me like..." The mother stopped in mid-sentence as she stared at her younger daughter, naked, with her legs open and a girl kneeling between them licking away.
"Like what Mommy? Cat got your tongue?" Sara smiled. Regaining her composure,
the mother snapped, "What do you think you are doing, Sara?"
"I am having my cunt licked, Mommy. You should try it sometime. It is absolutely divine. Isn't that a word from your generation?" Sara moaned.
"Stop it this second!" Dinah demanded, rage boiling over, even as her own vagina began to get wet. Instead of stopping, Sara grabbed the girl's head between her legs and pulled it deeper inside her cunt. Ignoring her mother's protest.
"Did you know mother that the priest added cameras in the church after the break-in last year?" Sara asked her mother.
"I don't know what..." the angry mother began not realizing the true implication of her daughter's words.
"Shhh, Mommy. Your Mistress was talking," Sara said smiling.
"Excuse me," the mother gasped.
"Your Mistress, I own you now Mommy," the daughter said rather matter-of-factly.
"Sara this has gone too far," the mother said, already feeling herself losing the power struggle. Sara ignored her mother's lame protests.
"Anyway, the point being that a camera was on and filmed someone masturbating in a hallway last night, Any chance you know who that was, Mommy?" Sara asked. Dinah's face went from ruby red with anger to pale white instantly.
"that was..." Sara was about to speak and began tremble.
"There is also one in the room where you watched Clark fuck me, but I already took care of that tape, aaaaah," Sara moaned, as she continued the explanation.
"Sara please," the rattled mother began.
"Give me a second, Mommy. Lisa has me so fucking cloooose," Sara moaned. Dinah had been so thrown by the whole ordeal; she had never really focused on who was between her daughter's legs. Looking closer now, she recognized Lisa's red hair. The domino effect of shocking revelations continued to fall for the bewildered mother, Commissioner's wife, and community leader. Lisa was the church choir leader, married to the town mayor, and the second most influential woman in the town... No matter how she spun it, she couldn't figure out how Lisa could possibly end up between her daughter's legs, Sara seduced the mayors wife to present her beloved master and ofcourse oneday to conquer starcity.
"That's it you fucking cunt-licking slut, faster, faster, oh fuck, oh fuck, fuuuuuuck," Sara screamed as she had her intense orgasm cascaded through her. The thrill of knowing her mother was watching helplessly and of her mother's inevitable submission, served only to intensify her earth-shaking orgasm. Dinah couldn't believe the words out of her daughter's mouth or the fact that she herself felt her panties getting excessively wet. She decided to leave, feeling helpless to stop the dominos. As her mother turned to leave.
"Don't you dare fucking leave, Mother. We are not done talking." Sara said loudly, Dinah froze, startled by the dominating tone of her daughter, so similar to her father's.
"Good Mommy, now turn around like a good girl," Sara purred, as she finally released the head of the MILF between her legs. "Pet Lisa, say hi to my new pet."
Lisa looked up from between the teenager's legs, her face dripping with pussy juice, and looking directly at her good friend Dinah, said,
"I'm so sorry, Dinah." Lisa said to Dinah.
"Pet Lisa, is that what I fucking asked you to do?" Sara scolded her pet.
"S-s-sorry Mistress," Lisa stammered as she quickly apologized, an obvious fear in her eyes not wanting to be punished by her powerful Mistress. Dinah stood frozen as she watched her best friend's humiliation.
"I am sure you are wondering how Pet Lisa ended up my personal cunt licker," Sara said, before adding, "But this is actually about you, my Mommy pet."
"Mommy pet?" Dinah repeated, in a sexual daze.
"Yes, Mommy, you are going to do what I say without hesitation or question, or the tape of you masturbating in the church will go public," the smiling daughter revealed.
"You wouldn't." Dinah responded.
"Would I slut Lisa?" Sara asked, looking down at her MILF pet.
"Yes, Mistress, you would," the mayor wife's nodded.
"You see Mommy, I am a lot like daddy. I love to be in charge," Sara explained, looking back down to Lisa. "Clean up my cunt, pet Lisa."
"Yes, Mistress," Lisa replied, returning to her submissive position between the teen's legs.
"You see Mommy; there are two types of people. People like Clark and I, who are dominant personalities and people like Pet Lisa and you who have submissive personalities," the powerful teen explained. Dinah finally spoke.
"Sara this is wrong."
"But it feels soooooo right," the daughter purred. "Now up in your room is your outfit for the dance tonight. You will wear exactly what I laid out for you, including the little toy I left for you. Any disobedience and the tape goes public Mommy."
"Please Sara," Dinah pleaded.
"What you want to replace Pet Lisa now?" Sara asked smiling.
"What? No, that is incest," Dinah gasped.
"Yes it is," Sara purred, "Is your pink cunt wet now, Mommy? I bet it is."
Dinah's face went red as she couldn't deny just how wet she was.
"I thought so," Sara smiled. "Now go get dressed Mommy. Your friend has me pretty revved up again." Having permission to leave, Dinah quickly dashed out of the living room and up to her bedroom. Her door closed, the tears began to flow. 'What had just happened? How did Lisa end up being her daughter's pet? Why was her pussy so damn wet?' Dinah had never even considered another woman sexually and yet now she couldn't get her own daughter out of her head.
A/N = i will update the story soon, i take Dinah lance from Arrow verse.