MILF will do whatever it takes to protect her sweet daughter

How did I end up tied to a bed in a sorority house while girls paid money to fuck my pussy or ass (25 for my pussy, 50 for my ass)? It was a fundraiser idea by my daughter who had just pledged the sorority. I, as usual, protested the idea, but having long accepted that I was a personal play thing to my daughter, her friends and now the sorority, I knew my protests would fall on deaf ears.

The fundraiser proceeded as planned and Olivia, the sorority President, fucked me first, in both holes to get things started. After that, a number would be called and they would come and fuck either my pussy or my ass.

As number nine fucked me hard, while squeezing my tits, I flashed back to how I ended up a MILF sorority fuck toy.

…..

Life always changes when you least expect it. I was coming home after a long morning of errands , a good two hours earlier than expected, having ended the PTA meeting early because I wasn’t feeling that well. I also had left the welcome basket I was to deliver to a new family on my kitchen counter.

I got a text on the drive home, but waited until I was in the driveway to check it.

It was an audio file, and although it was a blocked number, I clicked on the file out of curiosity:

“That’s it, ass slut, suck my big cock, get it nice and ready for that tight asshole of yours,” a voice said.

I gasped. Such words would have shocked me no matter who said them, but the voice behind the derogatory words were that of a female…which confused me.

The voice continued, “You will make a great addition to our girls’ club, slut.”

The voice was vaguely familiar…although I couldn’t place it.

“Do you want my cock in that ass of yours, ass slut?” the voice asked.

“God, yes,” a reply came, this time I instantly recognized the voice as coming from my eighteen year old daughter Christina.

In shock, I couldn’t help but wonder is my daughter a lesbian? Was my daughter really taking it in the butt? My daughter had never dated anyone seriously, but I had never considered her a lesbian. Yet, it suddenly seemed possible.

“Beg, bitch,” the voice demanded.

“Oh please, Mistress, fuck my ass,” she begged, “I want it sooooo bad.”

The audio ended there and I sat in my car wondering who could possibly have sent it.

Just then I received another text from a blocked number:

Did you know your daughter is a lesbian slut?

My shock shifted to rage and I texted back:

Who is this?

The response sent a chill up my spine and increased my anger:

Your new Mistress.

I responded, appalled by this stranger’s pretentious attitude and yet wanting to find out about the audio file:

Excuse me??? This is ridiculous!

A moment later, I got another response, although this time it was a Snapchat picture:

This was even more shocking than the audio. My daughter was bent over a table, getting fucked by Miranda Wellington, the richest woman and biggest bitch in the community and my arch enemy. In the background was her daughter, Tamara, my daughter’s arch enemy, also wearing a strap-on.

The look on Christina’s face was unclear. It could be a look of pleasure or a look of pain. Was she being raped by this bitch? How could this even happen? Tamara and Christina strongly disliked each other as they were polar opposites.

Christina always wore her hair in pigtails or a ponytail, dressed conservatively and got great marks; Tamara, on the other hand, was a stuck-up bitch, like her mother, who dressed like a slut and got by in school on her looks.

Another text followed, just as the photo disappeared into oblivion:

Did you know your daughter was a lesbian fuck slut?

I typed back, as I got out of the car and went towards the house:

I’m calling the cops.

I got into my house, slammed the door and went directly to my kitchen.

“Hi, Mrs. Wilson,” a voice said.

I screamed, as I looked directly into the eyes of Tamara, “What the fuck?”

“Calm down,” she said.

“Get out of my house,” I snapped, furious.

“I don’t think so,” she smirked, standing up.

“I’m serious,” I threatened.

“About what?” she asked, moving towards me.

“Leave,” I said, getting nervous by Tamara’s smug attitude.

She put her hands on my shoulders and said confidently, “You’re my slut, now, Mrs. Wilson.”

I tried to pull away, but her grip on my shoulders was firm. “Please, let go,” I demanded.

“Resistance is futile, slut,” she continued, “Want to see another picture?”

“No,” I said, my head already spinning with the revelations of the audio and first photo. Instead, I questioned, “Why did your bitch of a mother rape my daughter?”

She roared with laughter. “You’re so adorable in your pretentious naivety.”

“What the hell does that even mean?” I asked, again trying to push her away.

Suddenly, she pushed me onto the ground and before I could even attempt to fight back, she straddled my chest.

“Stoppp,” I protested, wiggling helplessly.

She slapped my face. “Look, bitch. I have your daughter on video eating pussy, riding a wall cock and, of course, taking it in the ass. I also have a few photos, including the one you saw with Mom and another of your daughter dyking out at the theatre, which started all this.”

“Bullshit,” I said, still grasping at straws that my daughter was not a willing participant.

“Like I said,” she continued, her voice back to normal, “You’re daughter was already an eager cunt-licking slut before she submitted to me and Mom.”

“I don’t believe you,” I said tentatively.

She pulled her phone out of her purse, turned her camera to me and showed me a picture.

I gasped. I didn’t think anything else could shock me after the past few minutes…but I was wrong. The photo was of Christina, at a movie theatre, eating out a woman…and not just any woman…my next door neighbor and best friend, Mary Spense.

“I know,” Tamara said, with condescending surprise, “I was shocked too. Christina seemed like such a sweet and innocent girl.”

“She is,” I said mindlessly, still staring at the picture of my daughter and my best friend.

“Appearances can be deceiving,” Tamara smiled, as she took her phone back.

“H-h-how did you get this picture?” I stammered, still trying to understand this watershed moment of shock that continued to hit me like a tornado…making a complete mess of my rather simple, suburban life.

“It’s actually a still photo of a video a friend of mine made when she saw what was happening,” she revealed.

“Oh,” was all I could muster.

“So are you going to be a good Mommy and keep your daughter’s slut reputation a secret?”

“You’re blackmailing me?” I asked, still coming to grips with the predicament I was in.

“Consider it protecting your daughter,” she shrugged.

Tamara said, “Stay,” then stood up and took off her dress, revealing she wasn’t wearing panties or a bra, as I said earlier, she was a slut. I took the moment to try and stand up, but she put her foot on my chest as I began standing up. “Didn’t I tell you to stay?”

“I’m not a dog,” I shot back, getting very annoyed at her condescending treatment of me.

“No, but you’re my pet,” she corrected, putting her foot to my mouth.

“Stop,” I demanded, moving my face away from her foot.

“Suck my toes,” Tamara ordered, moving her foot back to my mouth.

“No,” I said, again moving my head away.

“You’re a little more stubborn than your slut daughter,” she smirked, putting her foot back in my face.

“Don’t talk about her like that,” I demanded, slapping her foot away.

“Enough!” she roared.

I froze, suddenly scared by her tone.

“Go ahead, my pet, I know you want to,” she said, looking down at me. “Plus, it’s either obey or allow your daughter to become an internet sensation.”

“You’re a fucking bitch,” I snapped, seething.

“I never said I wasn’t,” she shrugged, keeping her foot in my face. “Now suck on my toes, slut.”

I sighed, but feeling like I had no recourse in my current situation, I opened my mouth and sucked on her toes.

“Good girl,” she purred condescendingly, which only pissed me off more…shame cascading through me at the demeaning task.

After a moment, she moved her foot away and straddled my face.

I again tried to move away, but her hands on my wrists made me helpless.

“Don’t worry, my MILF pet, I bet you are going to love this just like your daughter,” she said, as I stared at her completely shaved pussy, her strong scent lingering just above me.

“Never,” I fought back, shaking my head.

“Oh really! Christina loves munching on pussy. Shit, I think she thinks it’s a food group,” she laughed.

“Please get off me,” I begged, desperate to get out of this situation, even though I knew it was futile.

Suddenly, I felt a hand go inside my pants and directly to my very wet pussy. “Looks like the pictures of your daughter dyking out got you wet.”

“Noooooo” I moaned, my pussy very damp, my body betraying me at her touch.

“Nooooooo,” she mocked, as her finger parted my pussy lips.

“Please, stop,” I weakly protested, even though her fingers felt unexplainably good.

“Oh, I’m just getting started,” she laughed, her finger just barely inside me. “Although I should note, good submissive cunt sluts don’t wear fucking pants. They wear skirts or dresses for easy access to their slut holes.”

I tried to speak, to protest, yet having her pussy inches away, her derogatory words, her demeaning tone and her finger inside me all had me flustered and unable to think straight. Instead, I stared at her pussy and allowed myself to be molested by a teenager. I also couldn’t fathom why my pussy was wet…it didn’t make any sense.

“Now, lick my cunt, my MILF slut, and accept your position as my pet,” she ordered, before adding, “just like your daughter.”

“And if I do this you will leave Christina and me alone?” I questioned, wondering if eating her was an means to an end.

“No, but I won’t out your daughter as the cunt-licking slut she is,” she countered, before she grabbed my head with her free hand and pulled me into her pussy.

Reluctantly, thinking the quicker I got her off, the quicker it would be done, I licked Tamara’s pussy. I was surprised by the strong appealing aroma and how sweet her pussy tasted. I had never been with a woman before and had always imagined the taste would not be appealing…especially considering my husband’s complaining on the rare times he ate me out.

After a brief amount of time, she let go of my head and moaned, “That’s it, Mommy-slut, join your daughter in my pet club.”

“This is only this one time,” I protested.

“Sure it is,” she said amused.

“Seriously,” I reiterated, between licks, even though I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t crave this exotic taste again.

“Denial is so adorable,” Tamara said condescendingly, as her hand withdrew from my pants.

Realizing bargaining in my submissive position was futile, I concentrated on licking her wet pussy.

“Nice,” another voice suddenly said.

I looked up and saw Sarah, another of the cheerleader bimbos, had a camcorder in her hand and was filming us. I wanted to shrivel up and die as I realized the consequences of the situation I was currently in.

“Where did you come from?” I asked.

“My mom’s cunt,” she sarcastically and disgustingly replied.

“How long have you been here?” I asked, praying she hadn’t been filming for a while.

“Long enough,” she shrugged.

“Please don’t film me,” I requested, from my helpless position on the kitchen floor.

“Keep licking,” Tamara ordered, grabbing my head again and pulling me deeper into her pussy.

I closed my eyes, resigned to the helplessness of my current situation, and focused on licking and finishing the task of getting her off.

“You’re a natural pussy-pleaser, Mrs. Wilson,” Tamara purred, reminding me I was a mother, a wife.

I ignored her words of humiliation, and focused on getting her off, knowing that was the best way to end this ordeal.

I wondered where my daughter was. I wondered how she ended up on her knees in a movie theatre pleasuring Mary. Why didn’t she stand up for herself to that bitch Miranda? Was she being blackmailed? Was she really a lesbian? It seemed so. Ironically, I was also still trying to comprehend how I ended up on the floor licking pussy myself.

“That’s it, my MILF slave, lick your Mistress,” Tamara moaned.

I winced at the word ‘Mistress’, but decided not to protest, but to just give in until I could regain control of the situation as I sucked her clit between my lips trying to trigger her orgasm.

“Hmmm, that’s it slut, suck on my clit, just like your daughter does,” she moaned.

“Like daughter, like mother,” Sarah quipped.

I kept licking, sucking and probing, wanting to get her off, to end the humiliation…yet unexplainably I was curious what her cum would taste like. Her scent and taste was intoxicating and confusing, creating feelings I had never felt before.

“Do you want to taste my cum, my slut?” Tamara asked.

The words were out of my mouth before my brain could think about lying, “Yes.”

“Beg,” she demanded.

Wanting to get her off and hopefully ending the humiliation, I said apathetically, “Please, come on my face.”

“Please, come on my face, who?” she questioned.

I knew what she wanted me to say; I knew I was being filmed; I knew saying the words would only empower her more; yet, I said the words she wanted to hear anyway to get this over with (at least that is what I was telling myself), “Please come on my face, Mistress.”

She moved off me, rolled onto her back and ordered, “Get naked, slut.”

I stammered, her taste lingering on my lips, as I glanced at the camera, “Please, just let me get you off.”

“Now!” she demanded firmly, “or the pictures of daughter dearest go viral.”

Hands trembling, I obeyed, knowing it was the only way to protect my daughter. I finished getting undressed, never once looking at the camera filming me. Once naked and feeling ridiculously self-conscious of being naked in my own house, in front of two teenage bitches, she ordered, “Now straddle me, my pet.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I answered, before even realizing I had said it. I straddled her face and without instruction, I buried my face back in her pussy, wanting to get her off.

“Good, slut,” she moaned, as I resumed pleasuring her, while her fingers went to my very wet pussy.

Her fingers teased my pussy lips as she scolded me. “My sluts don’t have hairy pussies.”

“Sorry, Mistress,” I said, again using the word, having quit trimming it a couple of years ago, deciding it was too much work for the rare times my husband went down there.

“You’ll have it shaved like a newborn baby by the next time I see you,” she instructed, making it clear this wasn’t a one-time thing.

I considered protesting, but instead focused on the task at hand, getting her off.

I licked and explored for a couple more minutes as her breathing increased. Meanwhile, her fingers teased my pussy lips, without ever actually slipping inside me…and it was driving me nuts.

“Here it comes, my Mommy slave,” she moaned, and seconds later she squirted all over my face.

“Keep licking, my pet,” Tamara moaned, as I did indeed keep licking, wanting more of her cum, her cum tasting even sweeter when it came in excess.

Eventually, Tamara ordered, “Get off me.”

I did.

She stood up, and ordered, “Crawl to the living room, my pet.”

I again obeyed, my pussy burning for attention, while shame cascaded through me at what I had just done.

“Do you want to come, Mommy slut?” Tamara asked once we were in the living room.

“Yes,” I admitted, ashamed by my sudden desire to cum at all costs.

“Sarah, why don’t you fuck our newest pet,” Tamara asked, taking the camcorder.

“I’d love to,” Sarah said. She snapped her fingers at me and pointed to the chair.

Mortified at being treated like a dog, yet, absurdly, equally turned on, I crawled to the chair and onto it.

Sarah announced, as her fingers played with my pussy, “Mommy-slut is sopping wet.”

“Why are you so horny, Mrs. Wilson?” Tamara asked.

“I don’t know,” I answered, which was true…I couldn’t remotely explain why I was so horny considering the humiliation I had just endured.

“Oh, I know,” Tamara said with amusement. “You’re another submissive in denial.”

“A what?” I asked as Sarah’s fingers slid inside me.

“You’re a strong woman, correct?” Tamara asked.

“Yes,” I said, with a whimper, as three of Sarah’s fingers widened my pussy.

“And you like to be in charge in all ways,” she continued.

“Of course,” I nodded, it usually being me doing the bossing around.

“So when you come home you want to just shut off from that world,” she continued.

“I suppose,” I agreed, her assessment rather obvious.

“So, you are submissive and have unknowingly been searching for a Mistress, since likely your husband is too oblivious of your sexual needs,” she added.

“Shit, she’s so wet I could probably shove my whole fist in her,” Sarah said, as I easily took three fingers inside me.

“Well, only one way to find out,” Tamara said.

“Noooooo,” I said, too late, as my cunt was widened further as Sarah shoved her whole fist inside me.

The pleasure shifted to pain and back to pleasure as she pumped her fist inside me.

A couple of minutes later, as Sarah continued fisting me, my breathing got erratic and I began to babble, “Oh God, fuck, shit,” I babbled, the pain long gone and the pleasure now so intense.

“Only sluts come from getting fisted,” Tamara smirked.

“Dirty Mommy whores,” Sarah added.

“Cunt licking MILF’s,” Tamara continued piling on the derogatory names, which somehow enhanced my pleasure.

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” I screamed as my orgasm hit hard.

“Another straight slut is turned,” Tamara laughed, as my body quaked like I was having an epileptic seizure.

“She really is just like her slut daughter,” Sarah added, as she pulled her fist out of me making a loud popping sound.

My body so weak, I just remained static, as my orgasm continued its journey through me.

“Mrs. Wilson, we’ve got to get going now,” Tamara said, “but if you tell anyone about this your daughter and you become internet sensations.”

“Okay,” I agreed, just wanting them to leave so I could turtle up and cry.

“Good,” she said, spanking my ass as she went to the kitchen.

A couple of minutes later they were gone and I broke down. Tears flowed down my face as I realized what had just transpired, what I had done and the plethora of consequences that now existed.

Feeling dirty, I grabbed my clothes and went to the shower trying to wash away my sin like Lady Macbeth tried to…although she couldn’t wash away her sin nor could I.

In the shower, tears continued to stream down my face. I knew that tonight I would have to have a serious talk with Christina.

…..

All evening I couldn’t think straight. I replayed the events in my head a million times; my daughter’s anal audio submission, the Snapchat picture, the photo of my daughter and my best friend, my forced pussy licking, my intense orgasm from being fisted like a slut ,replayed in my head over and over.

I tried to formulate a conversation starter with Christina when she came home looking so normal and obviously oblivious that I knew anything. That night, I went up to her room a few times, but couldn’t knock on her door…so ashamed of what I had done…even though my daughter had also seemingly done things just as bad, if not worse.

All evening my pussy continued to be excessively wet, which only added to my frustration as I began to question my sexuality…why had I gotten so wet by being molested? That night, in bed with Gordon, trying to regain my sexuality, I crawled under the sheets and sucked his cock, something I rarely did, and never in such an aggressive way. After a couple of minutes, I straddled his cock and rode him, again something I never did. Unfortunately, he came rather quickly, something he always did, and I wasn’t even close to coming. Lying in bed, still horny, I replayed the afternoon’s events and I quietly pleasured myself while Gordon, already snoring almost immediately after sex, like he always did, slept.

I came rather quickly, my head spinning with a million questions that had no answers.

…..

The next morning, I decided to go directly to Miranda’s house to confront her. I knocked on the door and was soon face to face with her.

“We need to talk,” I said firmly.

“I believe we do,” she agreed, letting me into her house.

Once inside, she walked to her kitchen and asked, “Can I offer you something to drink?”

“No,” I said tersely.

“You sure?” she asked, “My daughter tells me you love to drink.”

“You fucking bitch,” I snapped, “leave my daughter and me alone.”

She responded clearly amused, “I don’t think you have a lot of leverage in this situation. Especially after seeing the video I watched last night.”

“If you out my daughter and me, your daughter will be outed too,” I countered, while cringing at the thought that she had seen the video.

“Oh, videos can be edited to hide the identity of your Mistress,” she smirked.

“Fuck you,” I snapped, anger building as was a feeling of helplessness.

“Actually, you have very good timing,” she said, sipping on her coffee.

“What?” I snapped.

“I could use a morning orgasm,” she said.

“Fuck you,” I snapped.

“Oh, trust me, that can be arranged,” she smirked. “But either get on your knees and eat my cunt or get the fuck out of here and I’ll have your daughter come over at lunch.”

“You blackmailed her too?” I questioned.

“You really don’t know your daughter, do you?” she asked, moving towards me, just like her daughter had yesterday.

“I know her fine,” I said, although that clearly wasn’t true after yesterday’s revelations.

“Sure you do,” she laughed, looking at her watch. She continued, “Look, I have to be out of here in fifteen minutes and my daughter says you’re a decent cunt-licker. I think it is time for me to find out if her appraisal is correct.”

“You’re sick,” I shot back, turning to leave.

She grabbed my hand, spun me around and said, “Knees, bitch.”

I stared at her in defiance, even as I felt my knees giving out beneath me.

“You have two choices, obey like a good pet or you can get the fuck out of here,” she said coldly.

After a moment, as my head spun again in indecisiveness, she put her hands on my shoulders and roughly pushed me onto my knees.

She pulled off her shorts and panties while I watched again overwhelmed with a sense of shame. Yet, I was unable to stand up for myself. She leaned against a wall and ordered, “Now come and lick me just like your daughter loves to do.”

I glared at her for mentioning my daughter, but looking at her shaved pussy, I felt a sudden hunger to obey. I asked, “If I lick you, will you leave my daughter alone?”

“If that is what she wants,” she answered.

“And you will control your daughter?” I added.

“I’ll make sure she keeps Christina and your secrets safe,” she offered.

“Promise,” I said tentatively.

“Yes, I promise, as long as you become my unconditional pet too,” she added.

My cheeks burned red with shame, but I was willing to sacrifice myself for my daughter. “Okay,” I agreed.

“Good,” she smiled, “then get licking, my pet.”

I hesitated, my head spinning at the thought that I had come here to stand up for myself and yet I was back on my knees, back staring at a pussy and back salivating to taste it.

“Go ahead, my pet, we both know you want to,” she purred.

My strength usurped, I leaned forward to taste her.

I had leaned in only slightly when she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into her pussy. I began licking, her scent stronger than her daughter’s, her taste less tangy. Yet, the more I licked, the more natural it felt to be on my knees. My mind shut off and I just focused on the task at hand…getting her off.

I licked and probed for a few minutes and she was close to coming when I heard another voice, “What the?”

“It’s okay, Eleanor,” Miranda said, “I’m just disciplining a new pet.”

“O-o-okay,” the voice stammered, as I tried to look at who was watching, but Miranda grabbed my head and held me in place.

“Keep licking, slut,” she ordered, as she explained, “Eleanor is just another one of my many pets.”

I did, even though I was curious who Eleanor was and what she looked like. Did someone else know about my secret?

A couple of minutes later, I learned that Miranda was a squirter too as my face was coated with her cum as her orgasm hit. She held my head deep in her pussy throughout her orgasm as I swallowed as much of her cum as I could.

Finally, she let go and said, “Tamara is correct, you’re a natural pussy-pleaser.”

“You’ll leave Christina alone?” I asked, still on my knees, my face covered with pussy juice.

“If that is what she wants,” she nodded.

“And your daughter will leave us alone?” I continued, feeling hopeful that this crazy ordeal was coming to an end.

“Again, if that is what she wants,” she said, before adding, “and what you want.”

“It’s what I want,” I said.

“I’m sure you think you do,” she smiled, grabbing her panties and putting them on. “But remember, regardless what Christina decides, you’re my cunt.”

I winced at the word ‘cunt’. “Can’t we make a deal?”

“We just did,” she said, “now get out of my house, I need to get ready.”

Ashamed, and horny, I left her house, more confused and frustrated than when I arrived.

Again, that evening, I tried to have a conversation with Christina but couldn’t even begin to fathom how to initiate such a discussion. Instead I prayed that my submission to Miranda would quell the situation. I also wondered who Eleanor was…yet prayed she hadn’t seen my face, but only the back of my head buried in Miranda’s cunt.

…..

The next morning, I slept in, both Gordon and Christina had gone out, until I heard the doorbell ring. I ignored it at first, but it continued ringing over and over. Annoyed, I grabbed a robe and went to snap at whoever was at the door.

I opened the door and was saw Sylvia, one of Christina’s best friends at the door.

She smiled, “Did I wake you, Mrs. Wilson?”

I smiled back, Sylvia the friend of Christina’s I liked best. “Yes, but I probably should be getting up.”

“I left my math book in Christina’s room a couple of days ago, can I go and get it?” she asked sweetly.

“Of course,” I nodded, letting her into the house.

She went to Christina’s room as I went to the kitchen to make myself a much needed cup of coffee.

A couple of minutes later, Sylvia called out, “Mrs. Wilson, can you come here for a minute?”

Not even considering any ulterior motive, I went to Christina’s room and gasped as I stared at my daughter’s friend who was completely naked except for a strap-on cock. “What are you doing, Sylvia?”

“Playing with my birthday present,” she answered, walking towards me.

“Excuse me?” I questioned, even though I had heard her clearly, I just couldn’t believe this was happening again, especially with someone as sweet as Sylvia.

“Tamara said that my 18th birthday present is you,” she said, leaning in and kissing a still bewildered me.

Her lips were soft, and mindlessly I kissed her back…the moment so much more intimate than the debauchery and humiliation of the past two days.

When she broke the kiss, I asked incredulously, “What did Tamara tell you?”

“Just that you were her slave and that you would obey without hesitation whatever I wanted,” she answered, tugging open the string of my robe.

“But you’re my daughter’s best friend,” I pointed out.

“You were my first crush, Mrs. Wilson,” she admitted, opening my robe.

Her words surprised me and made me blush. My husband took me for granted and hearing that someone found me attractive made me feel good. As she moved her mouth to my breast, I weakly protested, “We shouldn’t do this.”

“I can’t reject a gift so beautiful,” she said, as she bit my nipple.

I moaned, “But this is wrong.”

“Is it?” she asked, as she moved to my other breast.

“Yesss,” I said, her hot breath making my mind become mush.

“I have wanted this forever, Mrs., Wilson,” she said, taking my hand and leading me to the bed. I followed like a love-struck child, feeling so good at being wanted, even as part of me screamed this was wrong.

On the bed, she ordered, “Suck my cock, Mrs. Wilson.”

The cycle of stunned confusion and undeniable horniness continued as I obeyed her order, eagerly opening my mouth and taking her plastic cock right there on my daughter’s bed.

She grabbed my hair and guided me as I looked up at her, turned on and hoping she was going to fuck me…my cunt dripping with desire.

This time I got my wish as a couple of minutes later she ordered, “On all fours.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I mindlessly said, before again realizing my error.

“Mistress, I like that,” she purred, as she moved behind me and slid the plastic toy into my needy cunt.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned, as she began fucking me…my morals shutting off entirely as I enjoyed getting fucked by my daughter’s best friend.

“You’re so hot, Mrs. Wilson,” Sylvia said, as she held onto my hips and began fucking me hard.

Her words flattered me, and she fucked me hard for an eternity, but I couldn’t come. Frustrated and realizing what was missing, I begged, using derogatory terms on myself, “Fuck your slut, make me your bitch, Mistress.”

She didn’t catch on to what I needed, so I added, “Call me names, Mistress; treat me like the slut I am.”

My need obvious this time, she stopped fucking me and ordered, “Fuck yourself like the slut you are.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I immediately obeyed, bouncing back on her cock which created a new stimulation.

She continued to talk dirty to me, “That’s it you nasty lesbian slut,” and “Fuck yourself like the slut you are,” and “I love having my own MILF plaything.”

My orgasm was near eruption, as I bounced back and took the entire cock in my pussy, wishing it was even bigger, when she said, “Now come you dirty fucking mommy slut, come on your daughter’s best friend’s cock, right here on your daughter’s bed.”

I don’t know why her mentioning my daughter triggered it, but I screamed, my orgasm instantly hitting me, “Fuuuuuuuuck, yesssssss.”

Once done, she pulled out, grabbed Christina’s pillow and rubbed it up and down my leaking pussy.

I weakly protested, “Don’t.”

She ordered, a mischievous grin on her face, “Don’t you dare take this pillow case out of this room and wash it.”

“Okay,” I agreed reluctantly, again overwhelmed, but this time smitten, with my Mistress.

She took the strap-on off, pushed me onto my back and straddle me. “Now eat me, slut.”

I didn’t hesitate this time, although unlike my first couple pussies, she had hair still on hers. Her scent seemed to be captured in her pubic hair, a scent that drew me into her. Although awkward to find a clear path to her cunt through the hair, once I did, I began licking eagerly.

“That’s it, lick my cunt like your daughter did this morning,” she moaned.

My head spun again at the thought that not only had Christina and Sylvia had sex, but that I was licking the same pussy that my daughter had already eaten today…it seemed almost like incest. Yet, somehow it also turned me on knowing that my daughter and I shared a secret taboo.

“You like that, don’t you?” she moaned.

“Like what?” I asked, between licks.

“That you and Christina are both submissive sluts,” she clarified.

“No,” I replied, not sure what I thought any more, but no way was I going to admit it regardless.

She sat up, moving her cunt away and I leaned forward to lick her, my hunger to get her off the only thing on my mind.

She put her hand to my face and said, “No pussy until you tell me the truth.”

Her pussy so close and yet suddenly unattainable, I admitted what was already obvious, “Yes, I love that Christina and I are both sluts.”

“Lesbians,” she added.

“Yes, lesbian sluts,” I clarified, just saying whatever I had to, to be allowed to taste her again.

She lowered her cunt back into my face and I absurdly said, “Thank you,” before continuing to lick.

“You’re even a bigger submissive slut than your daughter,” she laughed, as she began to grind her pussy on my face.

I licked and licked the best I could and in another minute or so I felt her cum cover my lips.

I kept licking until she moved away and said, “Shit, I can’t believe that Tamara got you, too.”

“Does she have you too?” I asked, looking up at her.

She smiled, “That is for me to know and you to find out.” She leaned down and kissed me. Breaking the kiss, she said, “Looking forward to doing this again.”

“Me too,” I smiled back, completely smitten with her.

She got dressed and left and I laid there wondering just how deep this lesbian situation went.

It was after supper, when Christina texted to say that she was going out with Sylvia for her birthday celebration and I wondered what else could there possibly be to celebrate…ironically I felt a twinge of jealousy at not being there.

I knew I had to talk to her soon about all this and yet I no longer knew what I would possibly say.

…..

If things weren’t already out of hand, they quickly got crazier as more and more people became a part of the twisted lesbian sex game that had both my daughter and me as submissives.

The next morning, I got a phone call from Bertha, a member of my church, and she asked if I could come to her house immediately as it was quite urgent. Although part of me worried she knew my secret, or my daughter’s secret, mostly I just assumed it was Bertha overreacting like she often does.

I went to her place and was surprised she was still in her robe and slippers. Immediately, I wondered if she was going to use me like others had. She asked if I wanted coffee, but I said, “No thanks, I have other commitments this morning.”

“Well, you may have to change them,” Bertha replied, always one for the dramatics.

“What is this about?” I asked, slightly worried this may be about my daughter and praying it wasn’t.

“Follow me,” she said.

She went to the kitchen and I followed her. She grabbed her phone and handed it to me. “This was an email I received last night.”

The title was “A new way to worship.”

My stomach dropped as I instantly assumed this was yet another image of my daughter.

I reluctantly clicked on the message and was again staring at a picture of my daughter in a compromising situation…this time while at Bible study it seemed, which was last week. I recognized the girl who was on top of Christina as Rebecca, the Minister’s daughter. Just when I thought it couldn’t get more shocking, here was the Minister’s daughter in an act of ultimate sin with my daughter.

I asked, “Who sent you this?”

“No idea,” she shrugged, taking back her phone and sitting down at her kitchen table. “but I then received more e-mails from this anonymous person.”

“And what did they say?” I sighed, already sensing the ominous implications of her tone.

“That you will do whatever it takes to keep this a secret,” she said.

“Not you too,” I said, realizing what she was implying.

“Look,” she said, looking uncomfortable with the whole situation. “There is also a very compromising picture of my daughter.”

“Let me see,” I demanded.

She sighed, typed into her phone, and handed it to me.

I stared at the picture of her daughter holding two cocks and her face coated in cum. I joked, “At least your daughter likes boys.”

“I’m happy you can be so flippant,” she snapped.

I apologized, “Sorry, it’s just been a crazy last few days.”

“The blackmailer promises this photo and the one of your daughter would not be released as long as I do one thing,” she continued.

“What?” I asked, already expecting something humiliating.

“I make you my slut,” she revealed.

“You can’t be serious,” I gasped, hearing her say ‘slut’ almost as shocking as all I had seen and been a part of up until now.

“Under the table, Jane,” she ordered.

“You can’t be serious,” I protested.

“I’m told you’re really good at it and will do whatever I tell you,” she continued.

Just then my phone buzzed telling me I had a text.

I clicked on it expecting the worst. The picture was another of my daughter getting humiliated and had the words, “Your daughter at school.”

It was my daughter kissing someone’s leg in the girl’s locker room, while someone looked on from behind.

“Fuck!” I cursed.

“What?” she asked.

“This is getting out of control,” I said angrily.

“It’s long past that,” she agreed.

Another text followed:

Obey Bertha or your daughter will be punished.

Frustrated, I asked, “And what am I supposed to do for you?”

“Eat me,” she answered.

“Let’s just say I did and leave it at that,” I said, not sure how Tamara would ever know.

“I can’t,” she said.

“Why?” I asked.

“I’m supposed to call a number when you start so she can listen,” she revealed.

“Fuck,” I cursed, not sure how to deal with this.

“I’m calling. She said if I didn’t call by eleven she would send out the picture of my daughter to the whole school,” she said, clearly petrified.

Just then my phone rang. It was a blocked number and assumedly Tamara. I answered it, “What?”

“Is that any way to speak to your Mistress,” Tamara asked.

“This has got to end,” I said, firmly.

“As I said before, you dumb slut, it is just beginning,” she answered, her tone firm and condescending.

“Please,” I said, “I can’t keep doing this.”

“What? Eat cunt?” she questioned. “I disagree, you’re a natural pussy muncher and it is my job to help spread the joy.”

“But,” I began to protest.

“Shut up, slut,” she cut me off. “I am the Mistress and you’re the sub. For your disobedience you will be punished. Now go eat that church bitch’s cunt and keep the phone on so I can listen.”

“Please,” I desperately pleaded.

“Now your daughter is going to get punished as well,” she cut me off again. “Are you too insipid to understand how this works?”

Defeated, I reluctantly dropped to my knees, crawled under the table and began licking Bertha. Her cunt was surprisingly wet and she moaned on contact.

I licked quickly, mortified at what I was again doing and also mortified by the dampness in my own panties. Why did obeying always end up turning me on? Why did eating pussy get me wet? Why was Tamara so determined to humiliate me? These and many more questions bounced around inside my head as I continued licking Bertha.

Thankfully, it didn’t take long to get her off and in only a couple of minutes she came. Unlike the previous cunts I licked, barely any pussy juice leaked out of her cunt. I barely could tell she came other than her moaning, “I’m coming.”

I crawled out from underneath the table and asked, “Are you happy? I ate Bertha’s cunt like you told me to.”

“M-M-Mom, is that you?” the voice asked. It was Christina.

I gasped. “Christina?”

“Mom?”

“We need to talk,” I said.

“I’ll be home right after school,” she said, clearly upset.

“I will too,” I agreed.

“And Mom,” she said.

“Yes?” I asked, mortified that this was how she found out.

“I’m so, so, so sorry,” she said, obviously crying.

“It’s okay, honey, we’ll talk about it when you get home,” I comforted.

“This is all my fault,” she said through tears.

“It’s okay,” I continued to comfort. “It will all work out.”

We hung up and I looked at Bertha who was still recovering from her orgasm, “We need to end this.”

“Agreed,” she nodded.

“I’ll be in contact,” I said, and walked out, determined to end this once and for all.

I got home at three, half an hour before Christina would normally be home, and was treated to yet another shocking moment. I saw Christina’s car already in the driveway and decided to walk in quietly. What I heard was my daughter moan, “Yes, Mistress, fuck my asshole and make Mommy suck the cock when she gets home.”

I froze.

“And you want to make Mommy your own personal fuck-toy?” Tamara questioned.

“God, yes,” Christina moaned, “I’ll do whatever you tell me to.”

I couldn’t believe she just admitted to wanting to make me her submissive.

“No, I want to know if you want your slut mother to become your personal live-in fuck toy,” Tamara said.

“Yesssss,” Christina replied, “I want my own Mommy-pet.”

“Get in here, slut,” Tamara called out.

I didn’t move at first, ashamed at being caught eavesdropping, but then said, “Tamara, leave now,” before walking in and seeing my daughter on our couch assumedly getting ass-fucked.

“Mom!” Christina gasped, trying to cover herself, but Tamara firmly held her hips as she continued fucking her ass.

Tamara said, “Get undressed, slut,” even as Christina’s moans continued.

“Please leave, I need to talk to my daughter,” I said.

“Now, slut,” she roared.

Again, my pussy dampened my panties at her authoritative tone and again I obeyed.

“How much do you love getting ass fucked, slut?” Tamara asked my daughter.

Christina looked at me, but moaned, “I love it, Mistress.”

“And you really do want your own Mommy-slut, don’t you?” Tamara asked again, this time with me in the room.

“Yes,” Christina said.

“Yes, what,” Tamara questioned.

“Yes, I want my mother to be my personal fuck-toy,” Christina admitted.

“Go inspect your new pet,” Tamara ordered, pulling out of her ass, walking to me, pushing me roughly onto my knees and shoving the strap-on in my mouth, a strap-on that had just been in my daughter’s ass. I felt immense shame and conversely immense pleasure…only through obedience did I get off now it seemed.

After a few seconds, Tamara pulled out and Cristina ordered, “Bend over the table, Mother.”

“Honey,” I began to protest.

“Now, slut!” Christina demanded, startling me.

I obeyed, and a tear began to trickle down my face as Christina got behind me and began teasing my rosebud.

“Such a tight ass, Mommy,” Christina purred, her tone so unlike her.

“Yes, I saved that for you, my slut, I know how much you love getting ass-fucked. I figured you should be the first to break your mother’s cherry,” Tamara said.

“Thank you,” Christina said, as if she had just received the best gift ever.

“It’s the least I can do for such an obedient slut,” Tamara said, as my daughter pushed a finger in my ass.

“Ohhhh,” I whimpered, both out of surprise and a slight burn.

Christina asked, “Ever had a cock in your ass, Mother?”

“What? No,” I answered.

“Want one?” she asked with a devious grin.

“Christina! How could you even ask such a question?” I said, trying to stay dignified, which was impossible, in the awkward situation…one that I prayed Christina was only doing this because Tamara was making her.

“Because we’re twins,” she said.

“Whaaaat?” I questioned, as her finger pushed deeper in my ass.

“We’re both submissive sluts,” Christina said, “and sluts allow all three of their fuck holes to be used for others’ pleasure.”

“And discipline,” Tamara added.

Christina giggled, like a bimbo school girl, “Yes, of course.”

“Christina, this is wrong. All of my submissions were to protect you,” I protested, even as I allowed her to continue to finger my ass.

“Did I ask for protection?” Christina asked.

“No, but that is what a Mother does,” I pointed out.

“Oh, Mom,” she sighed, “you really don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?” I asked, bewildered by the whole conversation and situation.

She pulled her finger out and said, “Mom, this was all part of the plan.”

“What plan?” I asked, even more confused.

Christina said, “Follow me upstairs.”

“No, tell me here,” I demanded.

“Fucking do as you’re told,” Christina demanded, grabbing me by the hair.

Again scared, I followed her to her room. In her room, to find Tamara on the bed, Christina demanded, as she put her hair in a ponytail, “These whole last few days were orchestrated by me.”

“What?” I asked, feeling like I was in one of those Bugs Bunny cartoons where you get hit in the head by a frying pan.

“I wanted to make you my slut, but needed to test your submissiveness,” Christina said, as she grabbed a strap-on, with two cocks, which only added to my confusion.

“You planned this?” I questioned, even though the answer was obvious.

“Yes, I was eating out Sarah one day, man she has a great tasting cunt, when I wondered what you would taste like. That set in motion a complex plan that has come to full fruition right now,” she revealed, as she lubed the top cock and I realized the purpose of the two cocks. She planned to sodomize her mother.

“Y-y-you planned all this?” I stammered, repeating myself, even as I felt my pussy juice leak down my leg.

Christina bent me over her table roughly and said, “Yes, and now you will be my obedient Mommy-slut.”

Before I could respond, she leaned forward and slid the double cocks into both my pussy and ass.

“Oh God, noooo,” I whimpered, as my ass widened unnaturally.

“Don’t worry, Mommy, there is always pleasure after the pain,” she purred, as she reached over and tugged on my nipples.

Her body leaning on mine, her hands on my nipples, and the two cocks inside me had my head full of mush. I didn’t respond, didn’t protest, I just tried to deal with the pain in my ass that contrasted the pleasure in my pussy.

“I think she likes getting ass-fucked,” Tamara quipped.

“Like daughter, like mother,” Christina added, as she continued to slowly fuck me.

Unfortunately, both were right. Slowly, the pain went away and it was me who suddenly begged, wanting more, “Harder, baby, fuck Mommy’s ass harder.”

“You mean Mistress?” Christina questioned.

“Y-y-yes, Mistress,” I eagerly agreed, so enthralled by the submission to my own daughter and the pleasure that accompanied it, I was willing to call her whatever she wanted.

“Good, slut,” she purred, and obliged my request by beginning to really fuck me. Her body slamming into mine with each forward thrust as I continued to beg for more.

“Oh yes, fuck, it feels so good, baby, Mistress, fuck, asshole, shit, so good, God, Mommy loves, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I babbled, like a horny lust-filled bimbo.

After a few minutes of getting fucked hard, Christina surprised me again as she demanded, “Slut, come and lick my Mother’s cunt.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Tamara demanded.

I couldn’t believe my own daughter had spearheaded all this…yet it makes perfect sense now in retrospect. She is way too smart to allow herself to be filmed and photographed in such compromising positions.

I watched Tamara crawl underneath the table and soon the triple pleasure, a cock in my pussy and ass as well as my daughter’s hands tugging on my nipples became a quadruple pleasure when Tamara began sucking on my clit. The extra attention was all it took as my body started quivering and in less than a minute I screamed, “Fuuuuuuuuuuck, I’m comiiiiiiiing.”

Christina continued slamming into both my holes as Tamara eagerly lapped up my pussy juices.

Finally, my body a puddle of goo, Christina pulled out, took off the strap-on cock and ordered, “Mommy, come and get your Mistress off.”

I didn’t hesitate. I wanted to give her the same pleasure she had given me. I wanted to taste her…to obey her…to give myself unconditionally to her. I went to her and buried my face in her pussy and licked eagerly.

Happy to have some recent experience with eating pussy; wondering if that too was part of her plan, I licked her with an insatiable hunger unlike any other. I explored every inch of her cunt, I savoured her wetness which was the most heavenly tasting thing I had ever experienced and I got her breathing heavy.

“Hmmmmmm, Mommy likes eating cunt, doesn’t she?” Christina questioned.

“I fucking love it, Mistress,” I admitted, shame no longer an emotion in my repertoire.

“Good, because your three holes are owned by me now,” she declared, grabbing my head and beginning to grind her cunt on my face.

I wanted to ask about her father, but couldn’t as I tried to breathe while she used my face for her personal pleasure. She came soon after and I eagerly licked up as much of her pussy cum as I could….knowing I would drop to my knees without hesitation when she told me to.

Finally, she let go of my head and said, smiling, “I think Daddy will be home soon. You should probably clean-up, you smell of sex.”

“What about your father?” I asked, no longer willing to fight my submission to her.

“Oh, I have a plan for him,” she said.

Standing up, I said, “Of course you do.”

I left her room with my head spinning and yet oddly feeling a sense of tranquility. I wasn’t being blackmailed anymore, apparently I never was and although I should have been furious with her, I finally felt sexually liberated…for the first time ever.

…..

Three weeks later and many pussy-lickings and ass fuckings later, she decided to deal with Gordon. Apparently, my husband had been cheating on me with his much younger secretary for a year and Christina made sure to get back at both of them. First she got Tamara to seduce and dominate the bitch.

The slut admitted that Gordon paid her an extra five hundred a month to suck and fuck him regularly.

She also informed us that he, on occasion, went to a place called Steamworks which was a guy only gay club.

I briefly felt inadequate, as I wasn’t enough for him and he had to pay his secretary and also went to a gay club. Yet, Christina reminded me that my true calling was eating pussy and maybe dad’s was sucking cock.

Her plan for Gordon was almost as twisted as her plan for me. She simply fucked me with a strap-on in our king-sized bed while he was downstairs watching sports and then called him on his own sexual betrayal.

Hearing the commotion, he came upstairs and walked in on his daughter fucking his wife. “What the hell?” he questioned.

Christina snapped, “So how long have you been fucking your secretary?”

“P-p-pardon?” he stammered, clearly shocked by both what he was witnessing and the reality that he had been busted.

“How long have you been banging that skank,” I snapped, even as Christina continued fucking me while her father, my husband, watched.

“And how long have you been a cocksucker?” Christina added.

“What? I-um, what are you two doing?” he finally asked, trying to change the topic.

“I’m fucking Mommy,” Christina said, “something you apparently are no good at doing.”

“Christina!” he said, shocked by his daughter’s treatment of him.

“She’s right,” I moaned, as she continued fucking me. “Our daughter is a way better fuck than you are.”

“Jane, this is incest,” he pointed out.

“And you pushed me here by committing adultery with your secretary slut and by sucking cock,” I pointed out.

“Get naked,” Christina demanded.

“Christina,” he gasped.

“Now, cocksucker,” she roared.

Surprised, he obeyed, like I had and not surprisingly his pathetic cock was hard when he revealed it.

Christina pulled her cock out of my cunt and ordered “Let’s see how good you are at sucking cock.” She walked over to him, roughly pushed him onto the ground and shoved her cock in his mouth.

He sucked it and I couldn’t help but laugh. I won’t bore you with the rest of the details, but after verbally assaulting him, Christina fucked his ass and learned that he enjoyed men more than women. He paid his secretary to be his slut in an attempt to convince himself he wasn’t gay, but the reality was he liked sucking cock more than fucking pussy, just like I learned I liked eating pussy more than sucking or fucking men. In the end, we agreed on an amicable split and divorced by the end of the summer.

Over the next couple of months, Christina tested my obedience. She took me to a lesbian club called Le Chateau where I was auctioned off to a beautiful lesbian couple.

Although I felt ashamed at being auctioned off like a prostitute, it ended up being one of the most fulfilling, romantic sexual evenings of my life…as both women didn’t fuck me, but made love to me.

I thought nothing could surprise me anymore when Christina found yet another way.

I came home the day before graduation with all the food for the party I was hosting for Christina and her friends when I heard Christina in the living room asking, “Do you like that, slut?”

I asked as I turned the corner, “Who are you fucking instead of me?”

I froze.

I stared.

I stammered, “M-m-m-mother?”

Christina looked up from between her grandmother’s legs and said, “You know how grandma always brings treats?”

“Yes,” I nodded, as I stared at my naked mother with her granddaughter between her legs.

“Well, I thought I would try a different treat,” she smiled.

My mother added, “She really wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“That I believe,” I laughed.

“Come join us, Mom,” Christina suggested, before returning to eating her grandmother’s cunt.

For two hours we licked and fucked each other, ending in a three-way daisy chain as we each ate pussy, while fingering each other’s assholes. It was sweet and intimate, unlike the majority of my encounters with Christina, where she clearly was in charge.

Not so sweet and intimate was Christina’s graduation the next night where all her lesbian conquests came to our house for a night of sexual debauchery. I was tied up, left on my bed, ass up, to be fucked by any of the guests who wanted to fuck me.

Not surprisingly, they all did, and I was fucked a dozen plus times, in both holes.

I, of course, loved being the centre of attention for the evening and although it was humiliating it was equally stimulating.

The rest of the summer was a smorgasbord of sexual encounters and after my daughter pledged her sorority she came up with the ultimate fundraiser…me.

As number nine pulled out and ten got ready to fuck me, I smile at the incredible, fucked up journey that brought me here.

A journey that led me to discover my true sexuality and my true position…a submissive to my daughter.

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