Dinah's eyes still watery, she glanced over to her bed. Curious what her daughter expected her to wear, she walked over. The dress was one she seldom wore, a red number usually worn at weddings. It was her most provocative dress, but nothing that was inappropriate. Beside the dress, was a pair of beige pantyhose still in the package, also nothing out of the ordinary as she always wore pantyhose. The panties and bra too were her usually ones...no frills. She then grabbed the little box. Opening it she pulled out an egg shaped object. As she held it in her hand she tried to figure out what it mother was startled by the voice of her friend."It's a vibrating egg."
Dinah turned around asked "A what?"
"A vibrating egg. It is suppose to go in your vagina," Lisa explained.
"Oh," Dinah said, even though she couldn't fathom why anyone would want to put such a thing inside their vagina. Lisa walked over to the bed, grabbed the remote from the box.
"This controls it." Lisa continue to explain. The egg suddenly started vibrating in Dinah's hand. Lisa taking the egg from Dinah's hand and said "I am so sorry, Dinah,"
"How do you became my daughter's pet?" Dinah asked, needing to know.
"It's a long story. But to make a long story short, she learned of my many infidelities with a few other women in the community and used it to blackmail me," Lisa explained.
"You're a lesbian?" Dinah asked, trying to process the thought of her best friend and others in the community being lesbians.
"No, but I am bi. So are many others in town," Lisa explained.
"I can't believe it," Dinah said, such a revelation unfathomable.
"Anyway, I have been instructed to help you get ready for the dance," Lisa said, reaching for the package of stockings.
"I can get dressed myself," Dinah snapped, her anger coming back.
"I have no choice. It is an order from your daughter. If I don't I will be punished," Lisa said as she opened the package.
"Punished?" Dinah questioned. "Yes, last time I disobeyed her. she made me masturbate at church during the service," Lisa explained. "No!" Dinah said, still unable to believe such a thing.
"Yes and if I disobey this time she promised to release a video of me and another woman in the community," Lisa explained sheepishly.
"Oh my, who?" Dinah asked, just beginning to understand the full complexity of what was happening.
"That is for your daughter to tell you," Lisa answered.
"Can't you stop her?" Dinah asked.
"No, she probably runs this town," Lisa revealed.
"She runs this town?" Dinah repeated.
"Yes, you will see," Lisa promised as she said,"Please get undressed, Dinah."
"You can't be serious?" Dinah asked.
"Please," Lisa said, her tone desperate.
"So she will do it?" Dinah questioned.
"Definitely," Lisa said. Dinah slowly got undressed. Her hands trembled as she unbuttoned each button. She had not been naked in front of another person other than her husband since college and even now, that was a rarity. Naked except for her bra and panties the modest mother hesitated. "Everything, Dinah," Lisa instructed. Dinah's face flushed at the thought of being naked in front of a friend. Lisa ordered."Now!" ,
Lisa tone was demanding obedience. Dinah was startled and about to respond, but the look in her friend's eyes stopped her. Instead she nervously unclasped her bra and slipped out of her panties. Once naked, Lisa smiled and said,"Wow, you have done quite a good job of hiding your body."
Dinah feeling so awkward and insecure asked confused, "What do you mean?"
"Your body is perfect," Lisa said.
"Really?" Dinah asked, flattered by the compliment especially considering no one had given her such a compliment in years.
"Seriously," Lisa said, moving forward and cupping her best friend's big firm round breasts. "Do you know how long I have wanted you?"
"What are you...what do you mean?" Dinah asked, surprised by her best friends actions and words.
"You would be a great addition to our weekly housewives club," Lisa said softly, as she let go of her friend's firm breasts, grabbed the bra from the bed, and slowly, teasingly, put it on her naked friend. Dinah just silently allowed herself to be a real life Barbie as she was dressed by her friend. She lifted up her leg to allow her panties to be put on. As her friend slid the panties up her legs, she could feel her friend's hot breath so close to her burning vagina. Lisa smiled, knowing her friend could be seduced right here, right now. She said, "Dinah, when was the last time you trimmed this thing?"
"T-t-trim?" Dinah stammered, her excitement growing against her will with her friend's face just inches from her vagina.
"Yes, have you ever trimmed your cunt?" Lisa asked, pushing the boundaries with the nasty 'C' word.
"Never," Dinah admitted, the thought never once occurring to her, not since college.
"Interesting," Lisa smiled, standing back up and gently pushing Dinah on to the edge of the bed.
"What are you doing?" Dinah asked.
"I have to put on the stockings," Lisa explained, taking one of the two thigh high stockings from the watched confused, realizing the package was not the normal pantyhose she always wore.
"They make them like that?" Dinah asked innocently.
Lisa laughed and said. "You really are innocent, aren't you?"
The way she said it made it sound like an insult and Dinah quipped, "Well, I don't submit to teenagers like some cheap slut."
Lisa looked at Dinah, as if Dinah had slapped her in the face. Her face recovered quickly as she retorted, her tone biting, "Oh don't worry, I give you only a few more hours and then that statement will no longer be true. Then you will be just another cheap slut like me."
Lisa was no longer sweet and smooth as she rolled the first thigh high stocking up Dinah's legs. Dinah wanted to apologize for calling her best friend a slut, but couldn't get the words to leave her mouth even as her thoughts were formulated. She robotically gave Lisa her other leg and watched the stocking slide up her leg.
"Stand up," Lisa ordered, the earlier wariness gone. Dinah obeyed. Lisa noticed the quick obedience and pointed out, "You really are obedient, Dinah."
Dinah blushed but admitted, "I have always been the good wife."
Lisa put the dress on Dinah and her tone now softened again as she said, "I really am sorry. I never imagined you being pulled into your daughter's web."
"It is not your fault," Dinah said, feeling bad herself for calling her best friend a slut when she had been having such nasty thoughts herself, before adding, "Well, your predicament is your fault, but my current dilemma is not."
"Oh shit, I almost forgot," Lisa said. "Sara would punish me big time if I forgot the most important part."
Dinah watched Lisa reach for the egg.
"Be warned, this may feel a bit cold at first," Lisa warned.
"You are not seriously going to..." Dinah stopped mid sentence as her best friend, quickly reached under her dress, pulled her panties to the side, and slipped the toy easily inside her vagina. "Aaaaaaaah," Dinah gasped as her vagina was violated by her friend. Standing back up,
"That is to stay inside your cunt until your daughter retrieves it." Lisa explained,"Really?" Dinah said, more rhetorical than a question.
"Really, really," Lisa smiled cheerily, trying to relax a tense situation.
"I have to find a way out of this, Lisa," Dinah said.
"I thought that at first too, but now I couldn't fathom living without it," Lisa replied.
"Without what?" the still bewildered Dinah asked.
"A Mistress and masters big cock," Lisa revealed, slowly pulling her best friend deeper into the sweet sin of submission.
"But what about your husband?" Dinah asked, pointing out her best friend was married. Lisa laughed, before explaining,
"We have been going through the motions for years. Our marriage is a charade and as soon as Janet finishes high school I will leave him."
"Really? Why didn't you tell me?" Dinah asked, concerned for her friend, briefly forgetting the absurd situation she was currently in.
"I was living the charade," Lisa said with a shrug as she turned and walked to the door, before leaving with a lingering question, "The real question is, are you living a charade of a marriage too?"
Before Dinah could respond, Lisa was gone and she was left alone thinking about the absurdity of it at first, but not so absurd when much consideration was put in it. She loved her husband, but in reality, she loved him the way you would a father; they had not had sex in years, other than occasional blow jobs when he demanded them, and they were definitely just going through the motions. Yet, you didn't leave your minister husband. Then again, you didn't allow your best friend to dress you and shove a toy inside your vagina either; nor did you drool over your daughter's boyfriend's cock and you definitely didn't get wet thinking of your twenty-year-old daughter becoming your Mistress. Yet, all these had happened and the guilt of earlier was fading as the excitement of real sexual pleasure began to build. As the commissoner's wife looked in the mirror, she wasn't sure she recognized the woman whose reflection was staring back at her. Trying to change her image of purity, she took her hair out of her traditional bun and let her hair down. Her blonde hair fell happily down and created a whole new look for the conservative mother.
Dinah opened her unused make-up bag and pulled out the red lipstick, which her husband called harlot red. She painted her lips. She followed this by taking her thigh high stockings off and painting both her fingernails and toenails a matching red. The everyday task for most women was liberating for the long tamed woman and a clear statement that Dinah was coming out of her sexual cocoon. Once her toes were dried, she put the stockings back on her legs and was surprised how naughty she felt wearing them. The dress was plenty long to hide her stockings, yet just the thought of dressing sexy excited her. Suddenly a thought popped inside the mother's head. Dinah went to her closet and pulled out a pair of black boots she had never worn. She bought them a couple of years ago in New York while her husband was at a conference. She was so excited by the boots, but when she showed them to her huband when they got home he disapproved saying, 'No wife of mine is going out in public in screw-me boots'.
Thus, they had sat at the back of her closet ever since. her huband gone, she decided to rebel secretly against her husband's authority by putting the four inch heeled leather black boots on her stocking-clad legs. Make-up added, boots on, Dinah looked back in the mirror after her own self-created transformation. She smiled at how a few simple changes (eyeliner, lipstick, boots and hair down) could so drastically change her look. For the first time in years she felt sexy and a tingle triggered again down below. Dinah went downstairs, still nervous about having another confrontation with her daughter, and was thankful to find she wasn't home. Looking at the clock, she realized she was already late for last minute set-up at the dance and quickly headed into the evening. A mixture of trepidation and excitement rattled inside the long ignored woman...but excitement was winning.
The dance itself was uneventful for the first couple of hours for Dinah. She quickly got used to the egg inside her vagina and spent most of the time solving crisis after crisis. Trivial things like no one was manning the punch bowl, no one got a cash box for the door and so forth. When time did permit Dinah to think, she looked at every female for some sort of hint which of them, if any, we're in Lisa's housewives' club. She also kept looking for her daughter to show up, but it was Lisa she first saw. Lisa joined Dinah at the punch table and said, "Oh my, you look good enough to eat."
Dinah blushed at the naughty compliment, catching the obvious innuendo. Lisa said, "Wow, you are even more beautiful with your hair down."
"T-t-thanks," Dinah stammered, flattered by the words of her best friend and yet confused at the slight tingle down below.
"And those boots, where did you get them?" Lisa asked.
"New York, long time ago," Dinah admitted.
"Why have you never worn them before?" Lisa asked.
"my huband said they were too slutty," Dinah answered and then covered her mouth for swearing.
"You are so precious," Lisa laughed, squeezing her best friend's hand softly. "Trust me, before you know it you will be using a lot of profanity."
"I would never...," Dinah began, before being interrupted by Lisa. Lisa looked over to the adults supervising and quipped, "They all look so wholesome, don't they?"
Dinah turned and said frustrated,
"Yes. I keep looking for any hint, but can't find any." Lisa said, "Well, like you, they are all very good at keeping secrets."
"So some are here?" Dinah asked curiously.
"Some what?" Lisa playfully asked back.
"You know," Dinah replied frustrated.
"I do, I just want to hear you say it," Lisa smiled.
"Say what?" an increasingly frustrated Dinah asked.
"That you want to know who here tonight are housewife lesbians," Lisa began, before adding, leaning into the future addition to the group and Lisa continue to clarified "who look all prim and proper and yet love to eat pussy, get fucked my strap-ons and wear butt plugs in public,"
"What?" Dinah whimpered, her friend's hot breath and nasty talk distracting the once unflappable woman.
"One woman here has a butt plug in her ass right now," Lisa added, "Don't you wish you knew who it was?"
"Fine!" an aggravated Dinah said, asking, "So who are the housewife lesbians here?"
"Well, there is me and you," Lisa smiled.
"I am not a lesbian," Dinah declared adamantly.
"No? Your pussy was soaked from watching me munch on your daughter's cunt and I bet you wouldn't have stopped me if I would have offered the same service to you," Lisa challenged, moving away from her friend's ear.
"What? No, I," Dinah stammered, just as a few kids came to get some punch. Once the kids left, Lisa let her best friend consider who at the dance were also in the housewives' club.
"I'll give you a hint, there are two others here, Dinah and neither has any clue that you know a thing." Lisa said. as Dinah went to ask another question but Lisa was gone. She sighed as she again looked around at the different women in the building. There was Mrs. Queenston who at fifty-eight would be a big surprise; there was Mrs. Kramdall who was the school principal and also an unlikely choice since these housewives' club meetings assumedly happened during the day when the men were at work; there was PTA co-chair Mrs. Anger who was a stay-at home wife with both her kids in school, but she was way too sweet to be involved (although Dinah would have thought that of Lisa just a few hours ago too); there was Mrs. Churchill who was married to the owner of the car dealership in town and only worked part time; there was a couple other teachers Ms. Cooper and Ms. Tremble, but both would have the same alibi as Mrs. Kramdall; and lastly, there was Mrs. Smith, the bank manager and again someone who worked during the day.
Dinah could not come up with any clue to how any one of these ladies could be involved in lesbian escapades, never mind two. Her curiosity to know who, had her spend the next forty-five minutes in brief conversations with each of them. However, unlike her husband her detective skills were lacking; leaving her convinced she was right and none of them were afternoon lesbians. On the bright side, almost all her friends complimented her hair being down and how amazing she looked. As Dinah returned from the washroom, peeing with an egg inside was a bit weird; she almost doubled over as a buzzing began suddenly in her vagina. She instantly found a chair in an empty, reclusive back area and sat down. A moment later her daughter, dressed elegantly in a blue dress she didn't recall her having.
The dress had a long generous side slit, which showed she too was wearing similar colored thigh highs, said, "Mom? Is that you? I almost didn't recognize you, you look super fucking hot with your hair down. A new order of yours to obey is to always wear your hair down. Is that understood?"
Flustered, the suddenly horny mother, stammered,
"O-o-ok," "O-o-o, good," Sara teased, before asking, "So how is my lovely Mother this evening?"
Dinah looked at a smiling Sara and Clark and said weakly, "Good."
"Dam Mrs. Lance you are one hot MILF, you look good enough to...," Clark quipped, with a lecherous smile, before being interrupted by Sara. Turning to Clark,
"Down boy, all in good time," Sara said, foreshadowing the fall of her mother. Turning back to her flushed, pretty mother she asked, playing with her words,
"It seems things here are a buzz." the kryptonian said ith a smile, Dinah's red cheeks turned redder at the obvious implications of her daughter boyfriend's words as well as the buzzing down below.
"Enjoying yourself, Mommy?" Sara asked as she turned up the speed with the remote control in her hand.
"Yeeees," the mother replied, letting out an uncontrollable and embarrassing moan as the sensations inside her sped up.
"You ok, Mommy?" Sara asked, sitting down beside her. Dinah just held onto the table as the increased vibrations inside her had an orgasm on the rise whether she wanted it or not. Sara leaned into her mother and whispered, her hot breath adding to the sexual build up, "Come for me, Mommy."
The mother embarrassed by her lack of control closed her eyes, clenched her teeth to avoid the scream that wanted to break free, and obeyed her daughter's order. Her legs stiffened under the table as the orgasm that had been simmering inside her all day since walking in on her daughter and best friend cascaded through her like a waterfall breaking through a dam.
"damn, she is cumming" Clark kent said.
"Good Mommy," Sara purred in her mother's ear, already learning that praise of a task of obedience only added another layer of submission and loyalty. The mother's head was mush as the orgasm overwhelmed her. Finally, as the last waves slowly crashed in she opened her eyes and saw Clark with his cell phone,
"Mrs. Lance, that was one of the hottest thing i ever saw." He smiled and said, Dinah actually smiled at the absurdity of it all and asked,
"Is that so?" Sara stood up and said, "Let's go dance, Clark. Mommy clearly needs to recover before the big finale."
Dinah watched her daughter sashayed away, Clark's hand clearly on her daughter's ass as she contemplated the last ominous words of her daughter. What was the implication she wondered? Oddly, instead of being fearful, she was intrigued and even a bit excited. She watched her daughter dance before Mrs. Smith came and asked her to help with getting appetizers ready for the late night snack. The dance was near ending an hour later when the buzzing started again. Dinah sighed as she was standing with a few ladies when it started and worried it could be heard. Lisa waved her over.
"Excuse me ladies."Dinah said. Thankfully, the vibrations were on low and Dinah, although her panties were quite wet, made it to a smiling Lisa.
"So, have you guessed who the two are?" Lisa asked.
"I can't fathom any of the ladies here being involved in such unladylike behavior." Dinah asked.
"Would you have guessed me before today?" Lisa asked.
"God, no," Dinah replied, and then gasped at her use of the Lord's name in vain.
"I will give you a hint," Lisa smiled. "One works at the school."
"How?" Dinah asked, "She would be working during the day."
"Principals can leave for meetings," Lisa said, putting quotation marks around the word 'meetings'.
"Betty?" Dinah questioned, still in a daze of disbelief.
"Yes, it is usually at her house," Lisa revealed, adding another layer to the stunning revelations of small town sin.
"Wow," was all Dinah could say.
"The other one is for you to figure out yourself, beautiful," Lisa smiled.
"I can't even gander a guess," Dinah said, wanting to know. "Just tell me."
"On one condition," Lisa said, smiling.
"And that is?" Dinah asked.
"You come to one of our afternoon gatherings," Lisa revealed.
"You can't be serious," Dinah gasped.
"Of course, I am. The ladies would be thrilled to have you in our housewives' club," Lisa added.
"Oh my," Dinah gasped as her friend's hand touched her leg. Their conversation was interrupted by another crisis a moment later, with Dinah's head spinning, while her pussy continued to tingle uncontrollably. Twenty minutes later, Dinah got a text from her daughter,
"Same place as yesterday, Mommy...NOW!" Dinah's face went red again at the aggressive demand of her daughter. Yet, before she even had time to consider her options or rationalize the consequences, she was walking out the door. As she made her way to the church, only a few doors down from the hall (not wanting anyone to see her car at the church), she contemplated the expectations of her daughter. Even though her vagina was burning with a need she had long forgotten existed, she had to stand up to her daughter once and for all...she was the mother after all. The nervous mother went down the stairs as she had the night before and again heard the sounds of sex. The door was wide open this time and she wasn't surprised to see Clark again fucking her daughter. What surprised her was the video camera on a Tri-pod filming the action.
"Hi, Mommy, come in and get a better view," Sara smiled, Clark slowly sliding his thirteen inch cock in and out of her.
"Hi, Mrs. Lance, nice boots" Clark smiled, continuing the slow in and out of his hot girlfriend, not wanting to come until the time was right. Sara noticed her mom's black boots and purred,
"Oh, Mommy, I love your boots. We are both wearing fuck-me-like-a-dirty-slut boots. You really were dying to break out of your restrictive shell weren't you?" Sara sad.
"W-w-what? Dinah stammered "No, they are just boots your father wouldn't let me wear."
"Because they are slut boots," Sara judged.
"That is what your father called them," Dinah admitted, avoiding eye contact.
"So Mommy, dress like a slut, you must be ready to sin; are you ready to officially become my Mommy pet?" Sara asked, naked except for a pair of beige thigh high stockings and black, stiletto boots.
"Please, Sara," a distracted Dinah said, the back and forth of Clark's thirteen inch cock, creating an almost hypnotic state for the long neglected woman, images of the reporters 's big cock fucking her flashing again inside her head.
"Hmmmm, begging, that is a good start," Sara teased, before adding, "Come to me, Mommy."
Dinah obeyed the trance like state controlling her, the brief resistance considered on the short walk over already fading to oblivion.
"Kiss me, Mommy," Sara ordered. The Mother hesitated. Although she had watched her daughter get fucked, watched her daughter get licked, and personally had an egg inserted in her vagina at the request of her daughter, kissing her daughter was crossing an invisible line...one where there would be no turning back. Plus the video camera staring at her caused a whole new level of trepidation. "Oh, the camera, that Mommy is just for my collection. I always tape the first time a new pet slut submits to me. It is actually a pretty fast growing collection,"
Sara smiled, as she briefly reflected on the four adults and three fellow classmates that had submitted to her like the regressed lesbians they were, but this would be the ultimate addition to her small, but growing collection.
"Sara, you are my daughter," Dinah tried to rationalize with her beautiful daughter, whose firm breasts suddenly looked appealing to the straight as an arrow Mother.
"And you are my Mother," Sara replied, "and you have kissed me almost every night since I was born."
"Yes, but," Dinah began, her weak resolve melting away like butter in a frying pan.
"No buts, Mommy, kiss me now," Sara ordered. Her daughter's tone was not rude, but it was firm and the mother did as she always did when given a firm order, she obeyed. She nervously leaned forward to kiss her daughter. She planned just a peck on the cheek like she did every night, but instead her daughter turned at the last moment and her daughter's lips met hers. Sara moved her hand to her mother's cheeks and kissed her gently, but with a passion that was not suppose to exist between parent and child. Clark watched the mother-daughter kiss with the eager fascination of every man in the world.
He grunted, "I am going to come soon, slut." Breaking the kiss she moaned,
"Come in me, baby. Fill my cunt with your sweet cum." Dinah turned instinctively to watch her daughter get filled with cum.
Sara purred, "Mmmmm, baby, come in me. Mommy is watching; show her how much you come."
"Aaaaah," grunted Clark as stream after stream of cum exploded inside his gorgeous girlfriend. After a few more strokes, he pulled out, stepped closer to a still watching Dinah, put his hands on her shoulders, and ordered, "Clean my cock, Mrs. Lance."
Dinah felt her legs weaken at his touch and she slowly fell to her knees any last moment resistance suddenly non-existent.
"Suck him Mommy, suck my master's cock" Sara ordered. "Clean my cum off his beautiful fuck stick."
Dinah's mouth slowly open, watering with hunger, yet she froze at the realization that she would be tasting her own daughter's pussy juice. The mother's decision was made for her when Clark grabbed her head forcefully and slipped his cock in her open mouth.
"Get sucking cocksucker." Clark said. Her mouth full of cock, the stunned but hungry mother had no choice but to obey. As Dinah slowly moved back and forth on the sexy hunks big cock, her still buzzing vagina tingled with hunger for attention. Tasting her own daughter's cum made the submission so much dirtier and yet only seemed to enhance her hunger. It was Sara's turn to watch in voyeuristic awe. Watching her mother sucking her boyfriend's cock was the hottest thing she had ever seen, especially since her mom was tasting her own daughter's cum. Clark commented "Sara, I see where you get your cocksucking skills, your mother is a natural,"
Such words should have humiliated the mother, yet it only made her want to impress the sexy tattooed teenager more. Dinah began bobbing back and forth faster, trying to eventually take all eight inches of cock in her long neglected mouth. She hadn't sucked cock in years, although in college it could have been her major. She loved the taste of cum, or used too, and suddenly wanted to taste it again. Cocksucking it seems was like riding a bike, even if you don't do it for years, you never forget how.
"Holy shit, Mommy! You are one eager slut. Are you trying to get your daughter's boyfriend to cum in your mouth?" Sara quipped, Dinah froze. The question should have been ludicrous, yet it was exactly what she had been trying to do. Clark pulled out and asked, "Are you hungry for my cum, Mrs. Lance?"
Forgetting where she was, in a church, forgetting her daughter was in the room, her daughter, the horny mother whimpered, "God, yes."
Sara almost made a remark about her mother's use of the Lord's name in vain but refrained as she watched the fall of her mother.
"Good, beg for it," Clark demanded, tapping his hard cock on the MILF's ruby red lips. There was no hesitation as the lust filled woman begged, "Please Clark, let me suck your big hard cock until you cum in my mouth."
"And you will let me fuck your cunt?" Clark questioned, seeing just how far he could push his girlfriend's hot mom. Sara moved her hand to her clit and began rubbing herself as she watched her mother's sexual submission. The next words out of her mother's mouth shocked even the foul-mouthed teenager.
"Yes, Clark, my cunt is yours to fuck if my daughter will allow it," Dinah said, completely turned on and willing to give in unconditionally to her daughter's power. Sara smiled, her fantasy of her mom's submission so deliciously close, Clark would have said something about her both daughters are his slut, but decided against it.
"Mommy, are you ready to submit to your Mistress unconditionally?" The question lingered in the air as Dinah stared at the big hard cock in front of her face. She had no idea what her daughter had in store for her, yet she also knew she could not go back to the sexless vanilla life she had been living for years. She wanted to swallow Clark's cum; she wanted to be a part of the town's kinky housewives' club; she wanted to feel Clark's big cock inside her burning inferno of lust; she wanted to obey. The two words out if her mouth sealed her fate.
"Yes, Mistress," the mother said, turning to look up at her beautiful daughter.
"And you are hungry for my boyfriend's cum, my pet?" the smiling daughter asked.
"Yes, Mistress," Dinah answered, starring into the eyes of her daughter. "Well my cunt is full of his cum, it is literally leaking out of me," the powerful teen seductress pointed out. The mother took a couple of seconds to realize the implication of her daughter's words.
"Y-y-you want me to lick your vagina." She stammered.
"No," Sara corrected, "I want you to eat my cunt."
Clark lifted up the dazed mother as if she was a feather and positioned her between her daughter's stocking-clad legs. Dinah stared at her daughter's cunt. She could see the yummy white goo leaking out of her daughter. There should have been hesitation, a brief refusal. It was her daughter's cunt and she had never before this day, even in her wildest college days, ever licked a pussy. Yet there was no hesitation, no refusal. The mother leaned forward and escalated the earlier brief moment of incest by kissing her daughter's much more inappropriate lips. Sara moaned on first contact of her mother's tongue. and
"Holy shit." Clark gasped, Dinah meanwhile, began lapping his cum from her daughter's cunt. The taste a mixture of salty and sweet only enhanced the mom's now insatiable hunger. Once the taste hit her taste buds, she was addicted and hungrily licked and sucked, attempting to retrieve every drop of Clark's cum.
"Oh God, Mommy! You have a great pussy pleasing tongue," Sara moaned, her pussy getting revved up by her mother's tongue. Dinah's moral fortitude broken, she no longer cared about the taboo of incest and instead just wanted to taste her daughter's pussy and make her asked "Does Mommy want to make her daughter come?"
Sara orgasm that was building but didn't explode when Clark shot into her was rising again.
"Get her off, slut," Clark demanded, spanking the MILF's ass. The derogatory treatment and order by the sexy reporter only enhanced the eagerness to obey for the submissive mother. She took her daughter's clit in her mouth and slid two fingers inside her daughter's sloppy wet pussy. Dinah opened her mouth and learned that her daughter was a flooder like herself as a river of cum exploded out of her daughter's pussy and into her mouth.
"Ohhhh shiiiit," Sara quaked, shocked at just how intense her orgasm was. She had had plenty of girls lick her to orgasm, but nothing had brought her this utter euphoria. Her body kept trembling, wave after wave of pulsating pleasure cascaded through every nerve of her body. Clark, his thirteen inch cock rock hard, lifted up the dress of his girlfriend's mother, pulled her panties down enough to get access to the hot mom and before the sexy MILF could protest or respond he slid his cock inside her hot inferno. Dinah felt her dress being pulled up, and felt Clark's hands yank her panties down and moaned loudly into her daughter's cunt as the cock slid inside her, pushing the vibrating egg deep inside her.
"Shit," Clark chuckled, "I forget the egg was still in your cunt, Mommy-slut."
Clark pulled his cock out, slid two fingers easily inside the wet woman and pulled out the vibrating egg. He tossed it to an amused Sara whose orgasm was just starting to subside and ordered, "Clean off your Mom's cunt juice, bitch."
A dominant to women, but a submissive to her man, Sara caught the still vibrating egg, and began licking her mom's cum.
"You taste like me, Mommy." Sara said.
"Well then I must taste heavenly," the horny and submissive mother replied smiling up at her daughter, waiting to have Clark's big cock back in her.
"Beg, slut," Clark demanded, rubbing his cock on the desperately horny MILF's wet pussy lips.
"Shit please Mr. Clark, shove that big snake in me," Dinah begged.
"But according to church and the Bible, snakes are sinful," Sara pointed out.
"Then I must be a sinner," the mother admitted, looking directly in the camera. "I want to eat the apple whole."
"Shit, Mother. How long have you been holding in this hunger?" the daughter asked, her legs still wide open and her pussy still in front of her mother.
"Since you were born, Mistress," Dinah admitted, adding Mistress to imply she wanted to be controlled, forced to sin.
"Well, sin away," Sara smiled. Dinah looked behind her and demanded, in the authoritarian tone she often used when getting something done at church,
"Fuck me, Clark. Shove that big snake in my hot cunt. I am yours to use." Dinah said as Clark couldn't resist any longer, the words from the minister's wife too much and plunged into the eager mother. Her pussy was so tight and wet; he was in a state of delirium at making one of his two greatest fantasies come true, he actually.
"One mother down, one to go, baby," Sara purred, as if reading her master's mind.
"Fuck your mother is super tight," Clark grunted.
"Well, she hasn't been fucked in years and daddy's cock is puny," Sara added. Dinah was already near orgasm the second her cunt was filled with Clark's big cock and had to agree her husband's cock was tiny. The thought that crossed her mind was 'but how would her daughter know?' Focusing on her own pleasure, she continued her submissive person.
"Oh thank you, Mistress for letting your boyfriend fuck me with is big hard cock." Dinah said with a grunt.
"You are welcome, Mommy. I did all this for you," the daughter smiled.
"For meeeee me?" Dinah asked, as Clark began to slam into her from behind using his superspeed. The fucking was so raw and rugged, so animalistic and barbarian that Dinah knew she would not last long before her orgasm hit.
"Of course, Mommy. It has been obvious you have been in sexual denial for years and when I saw the look in your eyes when I caught you watching me get pounded mercilessey last night; I knew what I had to do. I had to save you from yourself," Sara explained, as if seducing her mother was just a natural thing like saving a puppy from drowning. The daughter stood up and moved underneath her mother while Dinah processed her daughter's odd, but true, assessment. 'Did she look sex deprived in public? Is that how others saw her?' The mother decided it didn't matter; all that mattered was the impending orgasm.
"fuck your mother is hot," Clark said.
"Shit, Mommy. Your cunt really needs trimming," Sara said, stunned at how hairy her mother's cunt was. "You're going to have to keep this shaved from now on."
"Whatever you say, Mistress," the hungry mother whimpered as her orgasm built, seconds later as her daughter sucked her clit, while the cock inside continued to ravish her hard and deep, the orgasm exploded through her.
"oh clark fuck her hard, make my slutty mother cum" Sara encouraged her handsome master.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, I'm coming," the delirious mother screamed loud enough to wake the dead as her orgasm continued to explode inside her like fireworks. Clark didn't slow down, the thought of giving his girlfriend's mother a facial already in his mind. Sara put pressure on her mother's clit, enjoying the power she now had over her mother. The double sensation to Dinah's long neglected cunt was overwhelming and the pleasure seemed to keep coming and coming as she came and came, flooding Clark's cock and her daughter's face. Suddenly Clark pulled out and a river of cum exploded out of the Sara mother's cunt and coated her daughter's face. Sara smiled at the similarities in her and her mother's orgasms. Clark grabbed the MILF roughly and pulled her onto her knees, Sara moving out of the way. The submissive Mother needed no instructions as she gobbled his cock whole hoping for a full load of teenage cum this time, and not the leftovers of a good fuck in her daughter. She tasted her own juices as she eagerly deep throated the big, hard, teenage cock.
"Shit, Sara, your Mom is going to give you a run for your money as best cocksucker in town," Clark grunted. Sara, not one to be outdone, moved beside her mother and took the thiteen inch cock out of her mother's mouth and replicated her mother's deep throating technique. Dinah watched hungrily, jealous of the thought of her daughter getting all of Clark's sweet seed. A Moment later, Sara came up with a naughty idea. Taking her boyfriend's cock out of her mouth she asked, "Wanna try something new?"
"Sure, but I am not going to last much longer," Clark grunted.
"Mommy move beside Clark's cock and face me," Sara said, also moving herself to the other side of Clark's ready to erupt missile.
"Yes, Mistress," the cum hungry mother obeyed instantly.
"Kiss me, Mommy," Sara said, leaning forward and putting her top lip on top of Clark's cock. Dinah smiled at the kinky idea, realizing the unique way they were going to share the cock. She too leaned forward and their top lips touched, as did their tongues underneath. Clark needed no instructions as he grunted, "Shit baby, you are one sick bitch."
The mother and daughter licked each other's tongues as the cock began moving slowly in and out of their new made up position. As Clark got used to the unique sensation, his balls began boiling again and he began fucking both their faces. Both girls struggled to keep their lips touching and their tongues teasing, while Clark pleasured himself. Clark feeling his cum rising suddenly grabbed both girls' heads, forcing them to adjust their mouths to the hard piston moving back and forth.
"Fuck you incest sluts. I am going to use both of you anytime I want. Mrs. Lance, I plan to tap your ass next time." Clark said with a grunt. Dinah had never even remotely considered ass play, but suddenly the idea sounded intriguing. Her response was a moan as she continued focusing on his cum she was sure was soon on its way. The hungry MILF was not mistaken as Clark grunted, pulled back and demanded, "Open your mouth, Mommy slave."
Dinah eagerly obeyed, a spark in her cunt again at being called a slave. She watched for a few seconds as her daughter stood up, grabbed his big cock, and began pumping it.
"Does Mommy want a face full of cum?" Sara asked.
"Yes, Mistress, sooooo fucking badly," Dinah moaned, her hand automatically going to her burning cunt.
"Are you my slut, Mommy?" the smiling, triumphant daughter questioned.
"Yes, Mistress, I am yours," the submissive mother eagerly admitted, her caged sexually finally released from years of harsh oppression.
"Hmmmmm," Sara purred, just as the first rope of cum shot out of Clark's cannon and landed directly on the famished mother's face, mostly hitting her forehead and nose, a little landing in her hair. The mother opened her mouth wide hoping to catch the white goo she had been craving like an addict in withdrawal, all the while frantically rubbing her burning cunt. A second solid rope of cum mostly landed in her mouth while the third hit her chin and the fourth sputtering shot missed the mark hitting her dress, the large amount of cum spilled. Sara said. "Fuck, Mom. Thank god I saved you,"
The mother swallowed the cum that landed inside her mouth and the ground and took Clark's cock back in her mouth sucking it desperately searching for any last drop of cum.
"We have created a monster," Clark moaned, surprised by the ferocious hunger of the seemingly prude mother before yesterday.
"We have our own Frankenslut," Sara joked.
"A really hot one," Clark added. Dinah should have been mortified by her actions, her sin, at being called Frankenslut. Yet, with a dormant volcano awakened after all these years, there was no holding her back. She wanted more, she needed more. Taking the cock out of her mouth, she looked up at her daughter, her Mistress now, and whimpered, "Thank you for saving me, Mistress, I am yours."
"You will always obey?" the daughter asked.
"Yes, Mistress," the Mother replied without hesitation.
"You will fuck who I say, when I say, where I say?" the daughter added, pushing the full extent of her power. Dinah's eyes went big at the full spectrum of her daughter's intentions.
"What about your father?" Dinah asked.
"we will keep him in the dark," Sara said, "We can keep living his delusional value system and keep up the perception of the perfect family, but the true reality will be anything but that."
"I see," Dinah said, not really convinced.
"Trust me Mother. When he is home, things will remain the same. The changes will be all Dinaheath the exterior."
Ok," the mother said, still full of trepidation about her reputation in the community. Again the daughter could read her mother's mind.
"Mom don't worry about your reputation. For most of the community it will still be the same old, same old. But for the select few who are in my elite web of lesbians, as well as the housewives' lesbian cunt-munching club that Lisa is a part of, no one will know any difference. So I will ask you one more time, Mommy. Will you obey unconditionally?" Sara asked. Deciding the line was long ago crossed, the submissive mother, her fingers still on her pussy, agreed, "Of course, Mistress."
"And you will go to the play party on Tuesday?"
"With bells on," the mother playfully replied. "You will be the best Christmas present ever," Sara smiled. "Now take your dress off."
"Of course, Mistress," the mother again obeyed, standing up and allowing her dress to quickly fall to the floor.
"Shit, your Mom's tits are bigger than yours," Clark gasped starring at the big breasts of the MILF.
"The bra and panties too, slut," Sara ordered, not liking Clark's comment,she always hated amazons and power girl beacause they have unfair advantage, their big boobs. The mother obeyed, even as the cool chill of the basement made her nipples even harder.
"On the desk, slave," Sara demanded. Again the mother obeyed as she watched her daughter go to her purse. The daughter returned with a candy cane she unwrapped smiling. Dinah instantly knew what her daughter expected and opened her hand for the Christmas fuck stick. Sara ordered. "Fuck yourself Mommy,"
she handed her mother the long candy cane.
"Yes, Mistress," Dinah eagerly obeyed, so badly wanting to come. She slid the long red and white pleasure cane in her wet pussy and began fucking herself. Both Clark and Sara watched the obscene act of the Minister's wife, the leader of the community, the controlling mother, fucking herself with a candy cane while squeezing her big tits. After a couple of minutes, Clark ordered, now completely dressed, "Go get your Mother off, slut."
"Yes, Master," Sara said for the very first time.
"Master, about fucking time bitch," Clark agreed, slapping his girlfriend's ass. "I got to get going sluts. Have fun with each other."
"Bye baby," Sara purred, turning around and giving him a quick hard kiss.
"Bye big cock," Dinah said with a giggle, still pumping her cunt with the striped stick.
"Don't you ever forget it, my MILF pet," Clark said with a smile as he was leaving. Sara turned back to her Mother and dove between her mother's open legs, taking the candy cane from her mother.
"Do you want me to fuck you Mommy?" the daughter asked, her voice syrupy sweet.
"Oh God, yes," Dinah moaned.
"You shouldn't use the Lord's name in vain," Sara teased, pumping the candy cane all the way in her mother and licking her mother's clit at the same time. The next few minutes were sweet, sweaty lesbian sex.
"Fuuuuck, oh God, oh God, oh God, fuck me baby, fuck mommy, make mommy cum," Dinah babbled, her second orgasm in minutes on the rise. Sara, a naughty idea in her mind, decided to add another level to the crazy kinky submission, used her free hand and slid a finger up her mother's ass.
"don't worry, i am planning to" Sara replied.
"Oh Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooood," the mother screamed, as her orgasm riddled her again. She wrapped her stocking legs around her daughter as she quaked again and again. Again Sara's face was covered with a river of her mother's cum and she eagerly lapped it up .
A/N = HAI GUY'S REVIEW'S ARE WELLCOME, I WILL UPDATE NEXT CHAPTER AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.