Ive been itching to do original one pagers again, but that doesnt mean Ill stop with the rule34 stuff, Ill try and keep a balance between my ideas for both. Ive been coming up with many ideas for new characters/ concepts for the originals, so Ill have lots to do.
I hope you are having some happy holidays if you celebrate, and Ill see you next week with some new stuff Im working on.
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Still lookin good, eating them subway sandwiches. His name is Jared and he says the fresher the better
he’s right you know
ok
You should make more sph stuff
Yo hit me up on instant messenger
My acount is hahafunnyjokeamiright
Yo hit me up on instant messager lmao
Hahafunnyjoke
Diamond or neveyah?
Femboy trap here hmu on Kik chordslut_
The world needs fore trap sph
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Am i the only one who prefer the little trap ?
The little one is definitely much more attractive
What about those new subway sliders?
What about those new subway sliders?
“The fresher the better!”
-Jared Fogle
Shad I can totally see you being a comedian.
less dickgirls and traps please
More dickgirl and traps please
You mean more
This guy is uncultured.
You don’t bong here
I want to see this footlong thing continue I thought it was funny and sexy at the same time Please Shadman please continue this one make a little series but it would be cool to see more.
Lookin for big dick female to put me in my place kik: pztappe89 pi
”female”
Don’t think I didn’t notice Jared in the background. Just a bit disappointed that you didn’t include him saying a line about pedophilia…
“The fresher the better” …. If I interpret it correctly ….
He says the fresher the better. I’m pretty sure that means kids.
Hhhh
Sadism and masochism are such weird concepts to me. Like yesterday i went to a friend house and he invited a girl that i have a crush on. We ended up spending the afternoon together and at one moment the three of us were in his bed shirtless. He ended up spooning her while i layed awkwardly in front of her. At one moment i could feel how he was touching her breasts and her breathing getting quicker. Like it fucking hurted and i ended up crying afterwards. I felt like less of a man because she choosed him over me to spoon, but like i feel like i didn’t deserved it anyway, i was cockblocked and a fucking beta and honestly there wasn’t much i could’ve done anyways, i feel like a fucking cuck and it hurts. Anyway, anyone else can relate?
Wow your a fucking pussy
Really? Add to the humiliation? Geez we call ourselves human and we all lack humanity and empathy nowadays! Any ways for the original anonymous sorry to hear that dude.
reusing this copypasta, ty
read up on Buddhism and get better friends
Nigga, the fuck is wrong with you
:c
When you are a girl traps are still gay. Just for different reasons.
I like the lolitos nice touch shademan
I am a femboy my kik is horcrux20
Could you do one where she is all nacked like the girl and have sex
w h a t
w h a t
Are you like 10?…
W T F
nacked people? that so bed and darty :(:(:(
Looking for femboys/traps to send me nudes. Kik: DannyG42069 all ages and races welcome. Size doesn’t matter.
is it gay to rub your asshole while jerking off?
That’s pretty fuckin faggy bro
Fag
Ur gay ur gay
Dude I basically look forward to your original works. Heck even your Rule 34 pics I look forward too! Keep it up!
Make one of the ginger girl
“girl”
Small ones are better though
This boi is actually really cute
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Hmu kik: jk_want17
ass
Ass
This better get a sequel
I worked at a Subway and can confirm
She didnt paided
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I have been very fapper this year and I would love to be rewarded with the following naughty porn.
In this story Baby Yoda is banging the Billie Eilish Fat Ass with his GGBC (GreenGray Big Cock). Then he’s ready for destroy her 18yo virgin pussy, he was waiting long for this day but he realizes she was a fake virgin. He did anyway but he’s so disapointed that he doesn’t cum inside her but fucks her jumbo magumbos and rain on her RBF.
Now he’s satisfied and he plans to keep her for himself to bred his specie repopulate and take over the galaxy.
Nothing will stop the Baby Yoda tirany.
Don’t bother.
I love Jared’s comment in the last panel XD
Internet loves Baby Yoda.
And Shad loves raping Internet.
PS: Merry NguzoShadukkah for you all.
Dick girls are gay.
PLEASE DO MORE HORSEPORN. KILLING BIG TITTY BLONDS WITH THERE HUGE HORSE DICKS. Like by mounting them first without permission. Thad be the bestlol
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I’m looking for traps. Kik me: Director1285
Is the emo sissy making a comeback?
I want a foot long now
we need more gay shits like that
More please
Mmmm keep it up man good work
Yay i love futa !!!!
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Hey shadman do you plan on making hazbin hotel porn? Its has some good characters.
Do some hazbin hotel!
More starfire in heat
Please someone fuck me I’ll doing literally anything
Don’t message if your not in Ohio
Kik: minecraftanal
Please someone fuck me I’ll doing literally anything
Don’t message if your not in Ohio
Kik: minecraftanal
Tired question but is starfire in heat dead?
Greta Thunberg plss
Hi there, do you plan on making a Star Wars porn comic series (kind of like how The Incestibles is a porn comic series)?
sup am a femboy slut from California and I sell pics of me wearing underwear or nudes I’ll be a good femboy slut
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Oh god, I love that small dick boi with the ponytail so much!!!! More of him please!!! Just him getting cuckolded all the time cuz he’s too small would be so good lol
Hell yas
Can you draw some Rust one pagers?
This is actually pretty nice and vanilla compared to the other shit available in this site xD
Thicc trap with a small PP looking for some casual fun kik me @katiesissykitty
You should do one for the characters in abominable
Into bottoms traps and women, kik – Bonyjones
Into bottoms, traps, and women, Bonyjones
I like how her pussy is dripping
that Trap should jump over the counter and fuck her
Yes, shad this is what we crave, futa women we want traps and futa women.
Yo either fits on trap or fits on the white lady, both would equally be acceptable
l want part 2
Billie is 18
GET TOO WORK SHAD!
Add me on snap chat and we can trade nudes
Bi M 19 @t.syj03
This is a long shot but if you live in Singapore and you’re looking for ONS FWB NSA fun kik hornystraight_M
Female only
BILLIE EILISH PLEASE
Futa on trap!!!
Looking for a cute trap slave add my Instagram:ityaridersogo
No drawing for Yule? Sad.
I knew she wanted a bigger wiener lol.
the Virgin Tranny vs the Chad Futa
More please… and the Teen Titans’ stuff too!
Never send a twink to do a futa’s job.
MERRY CHRISTMAS OR OTHER HOLIDAY EVENT!
I love these resturaunt comics! Please keeep it up!
Hey shad do some halo 5 with Linda and or Kelly plz
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The police are on their way you sick fuck
Damn, I feel bad for the new employee
Billie Eillish?
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Thank you good sir
What a bro
Delicious. Finally, some good fucking content.
No u gay
Send me nudes, guys and girls. Most things turn me on.
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this is amazing. in both how the art looks and what the art is ;)
Merry Christmas faggots
same to you shad
have fun in the next decade
Thanks !
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im muslim
Sand monkey. Go back to your woman-enslaving religiously-oppressive crap hole you call a country
Merry christmas milord<3
Right back at ya shadman
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Merry Christmas fuckface that gives me many reasons to question myself.
Love ya shad
Uh-huh.
Yes please more sph stuff
Dam Jareds love of freshness. It did get him all the footlongs he could eat for free though and, all the ones he can fit up his ass.
grateful the porch light wasn’t already on, worried someone would see me from one of the nearby homes. I had no friends left I knew I could count on because I, Helen Shipley, was a fugitive from the law.
I looked around and marveled how many hundreds of times I’d stood on this porch after a good jog through the Hollywood hills just up Sunset Boulevard, doing my cool-down stretches before I went inside to shower, then prepare breakfast for my husband and teenaged daughter, Kaity. That seemed like another life right now.
So much had happened over the last year, starting when Arnold—my husband and Kaity’s father—was murdered and I was charged for it. I know I didn’t kill him, but I had to admit in court that I didn’t remember all of the events of that evening. I was sure I’d been drugged but I couldn’t prove that nor could I prove the real truth, so the district attorney was able to depict me as a cold, murdering bitch. What hurt most was that my beautiful, eighteen-year-old Kaity believed the DA over me. She probably still hated me, so I might be a fool to ask her for help now.
The reason I was convicted was a strong, apparent motive. Not only had Arnold become a rotten husband, I learned he was fucking his personal assistant, Lucy, so I’d decided on a divorce. Ironically when Lucy came to me to apologize we ended up in bed and soon fell in love—an affair the DA used to hang me with. I had no evidence in my favor; because of some highly improbable and unprovable circumstances, the home security video contained only an empty memory card, so there was no record of what really happened. I was convicted of second degree murder and sentenced to fifteen years at women’s prison ninety minutes away.
Being a former cheerleader, the bull dykes immediately began raping me. By then I’d given up hope of ever clearing my name, so when I got a chance to join in an escape I went with it. Six of us managed to get out, and at least three were still on the loose. And now, standing here on the porch, all I could hope was that Kaity would shelter me until I could figure out how to sneak across the border into Canada where my dear Lucy said she’d wait for me. The porch light came on. I moved into the shadows so the neighbors wouldn’t see me.
“Who is it?” called Kaity.
“Honey? It-it’s Mom. Please open the door!”
Deathly silence for ten long seconds. “Go away.”
“Please, baby!”
She ripped open the door. “What do you want, Mother?”
“Please let me come in before somebody sees!”
After a long stare, my eighteen year old daughter beckoned me in with an impatient wave. As I followed her into the living room she said the cops had called her up to say I’d escaped and to let them know if she heard from me. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t turn in my father-killing perverted mother,” she practically spat.
I hung my head in helplessness and in guilt for other things about our family. Not only did Kaity blame me for her father’s death she’d been humiliated by all that came out at the trial—when I had married Arnold I left my life as a professional dominatrix, but I reclaimed it after he cheated on me. When I later took up with Lucy, it made for a tabloid media circus. Kaity could only see how her reputation was affected and not how I had been subjugated by my husband for most of the marriage.
“Please don’t talk to me like that,” I asked. “Nothing I did was meant to hurt you.”
“Maybe not. But you sure fucked up our whole family, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t kill your father. I know you don’t be—”
“You’re right, I don’t believe it. But even if you didn’t, there was all that perverted stuff. Admit it. You ruined everything.”
“I admit I should have just left him instead of getting back into the dungeon scene to anger him, but what’s done is done,” I said, staring at the floor. “Look, Kaity… all I want is to stay with you a couple of days until I can arrange to leave the country.”
“So I’m supposed to risk going to jail for harboring a fugitive?”
“It wouldn’t be like that. All I—”
Suddenly there was a banging at the door. “LAPD,” came the muffled voice. “Open up!”
I pleaded with my daughter with tearing eyes, shaking my head and mouthing “no.”
She stared at me for a long moment with a look of disgust. “Stay here.”
She strode out to the foyer and opened the door. She managed to sweet-talk the officer into a quick goodbye, telling him she hadn’t seen me since the trial. She also said, “I hope you find that bitch soon.” It hurt to hear with how much conviction she said that.
A moment later she strode back in, holding an envelope. Her features were grim, mixed with sort of a dark glee. “Now that I’m a felon for harboring a fugitive and lying to a police officer, I better get something out of this if you’re going to stay even one more minute. However, I think you had better know something. Apparently that little tramp who worked for Dad didn’t even have the guts to send this directly to you.” She handed it to me.
With dismay and then tears I read the letter from Lucy. She felt terrible for not waiting but she’d met her true love in a lesbian bar and she didn’t want to lie to me while I was locked up. I was sobbing by the time I finished the letter.
For a moment Kaity’s features softened, “Sorry, Mom. I guess you just can’t count on anybody.”
“I guess I-I hoped I could count on you.”
“Fat fucking chance. Looks like you’ve got nobody in the whole world now. I’d probably be doing you a favor, turning you back in. You know you deserve to suffer don’t you?”
“I… I—Ow!” I cried out as she grabbed my hair and pulled my face to hers.
“Don’t you?!” she hissed.
“Y-yes, baby, but… you don’t know how they treated me in there, all of those terrible women. It was more than suffering. It was pointless cruelty. They didn’t care what I did.”
Kaity got a strange look in her eyes. “Maybe you have something there. Maybe it’s better if someone who was actually affected by your actions made you suffer.”
I looked with horror into my eighteen-year-old daughter’s suddenly gleaming eyes, her wicked smile. And yet, why was my clit suddenly tingling? As if I didn’t know. I’d been into the dominance and submission scene long enough to know how erotic the feeling of powerlessness can be in some situations when you know your life and limb aren’t at risk, even if my freedom was.
But she was my daughter!
“S-surely you don’t mean—”
“Why not? You were a professional pervert, a dominatrix. I read up all about it when the truth came out at your trial. I have to say some of it I found kind of exciting. Maybe that would be the best justice of all. A dominatrix made to grovel and suffer at the hands of her own daughter.”
Now my clit was tingling in spite of the shock of hearing my own daughter talk like this. The very aspect of losing power turned me on despite the perversity of the situation. “You couldn’t possibly—”
“I couldn’t? Mom, you have two choices. You submit to me right now or I walk in there and dial nine-one-one.”
I felt the blood drain from my face and I became dizzy. I fell to my knees, but not because I’d planned to. But how could Kaity know that it was shock that took me to my knees instead of lust?
“Very good, Mother. Or should I call you ‘slave’ now? Or ‘slut?’ Either works for me. Now submit to me, you pervo lesbian slut. Say, ‘I will be your slave, Mistress,’ and say it now.”
My mouth worked soundlessly, shaking my head even as my pussy ached erotically at the thought. “That’s blackmail,” I gasped.
“Yes, I know. Consider yourself lucky I’m not just turning you in. Now say it.”
“But… but…”
“Say it now, bitch or I call the cops and you go back to your bull dykes.”
“I will be your slave… Mistress.”
“Glad to hear it,” she said. Then she strode over and ripped open my state-issued cotton workshirt, buttons flying, and tore off my bra, ruining the clasp. “Slaves must earn their clothes. Now strip naked, Mom.”
She must really hate me so much she didn’t even seem to care about the potential incest.
As I stripped off my clothes she went to the wet bar on the wall, took out a bottle of tequila. I wanted to protest she was too young to drink, but then who knew what she’d been doing here since I’d been locked away? She took a huge gulp without gagging, which answered my question. At eighteen my daughter could already hold her liquor.
Five good swigs later she set the bottle down, regarding me, her naked mother, kneeling on the carpet in front of her. Amazingly I could already see the effect the booze was having on her. She was physically only a little tipsy, but the real change was in her expression. The dark, cruel gleam I’d seen earlier now seemed like playful mischief. I suddenly realized she’d inherited at least part of Arnold’s intolerance to liquor. He often underwent a total personality change with enough booze in him. I only hoped Kaity wouldn’t be as mean as he could be.
It was then she unbuckled her thin leather belt and began to slowly circle me. “Y’now,” she slurred slightly, flicking the belt at my shoulder blades and making me gasp at the sudden burning sensation. “I spent a lot of time reading up about perverts like you.” The belt cracked across my tits, nearly hitting my nipples. “I can’t believe some of the sick shit you guys like.” Crack! Now my ass was on fire. “But you know what really surprised me, Mom?” Crack again, an agaonizing hit on my nipples. “Was how excited I got reading it.” She stared me in the eyes. “Y’know?”
Now, even despite the pain, my clit was hard and throbbing, and my pussy felt all squishy. The idea of submitting to my own daughter was turning me on despite myself. Then I decided if I could actually be sexually turned onto to her, I deserved whatever she did to me.
“So now the question remains,” my daughter said, unbuttoning her jeans. “Just how far you’ll go to please me enough to shelter your perverted, criminal ass from the law?”
I felt faint as my daughter pulled off her jeans and panties, thinking how terrible was that part of me that wanted to lick her pussy. But I couldn’t permit that. No matter what I deep down wanted or how far she wanted to go to punish me; it was just wrong. “Baby… we can’t!”
I cried out as she slapped me full across the face. “You will call me Mistress, you slut!”
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” I cried. “But we can’t do this! I’m your mother. You’re my daughter.”
“Read my lips, slave. I… don’t… care!”
“But Mistress, it’s wrong. It’s sick!”
“Hah! A dominatrix—a professional pervert calling something sick. That’s a laugh!”
“But incest… even a dominatrix doesn’t go down on her own daughter.”
I was holding back an important fact from her about the true nature of our relationship, but that didn’t matter if her belief could be used to make her stop this.
“Ha! You think I want you to lick my cunt, you perverted slut of a mother? I bet that’s what you want. No, you’re going to have to lower yourself a lot more than that to stay here.” She spread her feet wide and I watched those delicate, lovely pussylips part. “I have to pee, Mother, and you’re going to drink every last drop. If even a little bit drips onto my clean carpet, I’m calling the cops and you go back to prison.”
I hesitated.
“Put your mouth there because I’m about to start peeing and I’m deadly serious. You’ll pay for even one drop. Five… four… three…”
Instantly I closed my mouth over my daughter’s vulva and pulled a deep breath in through my nostrils. My mouth suddenly filled with her hot, salty piss. I gulped it down as fast as I could, terrified of incurring her wrath and returning to prison. The worst part was, I’d never been so horny in my life.
I told myself over and over she’s not really my daughter. She was Arnold’s not mine, not really. But it didn’t do any good because the technicality cut both ways. That’s when I knew Kaity was right. I was a big pervert and I deserved whatever she did to me.
***
The moment I felt Mom’s mouth on my crotch, I knew I was just as bad as she was. I could have been gracious and just offered to help because she was my mom, no matter how embarrassed I’d been by her during the trial. Or if I wanted to punish her I could have done it without degrading her and especially without turning it sexual, but I think I was just realizing that there was more of her in me than I liked to admit. I probably was a big pervert too, but now that I’d started this I couldn’t let up. I owed it to myself and to her.
Besides I knew something that she had never admitted to me about our true relationship—what she and Dad had both kept from me for eighteen years. Now she was trying to use the lie to control me, to spare herself everything she might imagine I was planning. I began to wonder just how far she’d let me go before she admitted the truth to me. Until then, she was laboring under the assumption that I believed this was true incest. Maybe that made it a little more that way for her—if I thought it was actual incest then that made it more so for her. Maybe that turned her on. I bet if I stuck my finger in her twat it would be gushing wet!
It turned me on to hear the gulping noises as she chugged down my pee. It certainly put her in her place as my slave. No way could she stand up to me now that she’d drunk hot pee right from my pussy. Finally I finished emptying my bladder into my mother’s mouth. I ordered her to lick my labia clean. I shivered with delight as her tongue swept up and down my vulva.
Oh yes, I was as bad as she was, and the truth was I had been for a long time. But I couldn’t think about that right now. I had to gain full control while the taste of my piss was still in her mouth.
“Mmmm, my mommy is a good cunt-licker,” I said in a mocking tone. “What a fucking lesbo, licking her own daughter’s twat. You love licking your girl’s pussy, don’t you, slut?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Yes who, Mommy?”
“Yes, Mistress. May… may I please beg a favor, Mistress?” she asked as I picked up the tequila bottle and chugged down a good three ounces.
“What, Mommy?”
“Please don’t call me that, Mistress.”
“You mean don’t call you ‘Mommy?’ Is that what you mean, Mommy?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Too fucking bad, Mommy. You need to be reminded this is incest, lesbian incest that you’re loving, and I know you’re loving it. You’re not getting off the hook for that, Mom. Now say, ‘I’m a pervert.’ “ I took one more tiny swig and set the bottle down. I finished stripping naked, the nipples on my firm C-cup breasts had grown hard with excitement.
“I’m a pervert, Mistress.”
“I’m a pervert who wants to fuck her own daughter.”
“I’m a pervert who wants to fuck her own daughter, Mistress.”
Oh, I knew I was right. I saw how her eyes were shining. This slut my father married really was a perverted cunt. But then, by allowing the lie live into this new relationship, wasn’t I almost as kinky? No, it was her fault. She could end it whenever she wanted. But it appeared she was going to continue trying to use the lie to control me. Until she admitted it, I would lay it on thick.
“So then fuck me with your tongue, Mommy.” I sat on the edge of the sofa, and spread wide my firm tanned thighs, felt my glistening cuntlips opening to her. “Since my mom was such a good slave and drank all of my piss, she deserves a reward. So lick my pussy, Mommy!”
The words seemed to immediately spur her to dive onto my tingling crotch, her mouth covering my entire slit, her tongue lapping my pussy as eagerly as a dog. I considered that I should buy her a dog collar tomorrow. With all the money from Dad’s estate, I could buy my mother-slave the sexiest lingerie, the most expensive English latex and every sex and BDSM toy imaginable. It was only early July and college didn’t start for another two months. With finances all taken care of, I could devote myself to taking my slutty mom down paths that neither she nor I could have ever imagined. It was so right to show her what a pervo she was, and I owed it to myself as a consolation for losing my normal family and becoming a joke to everyone.
The desperate whimpering sounds Mom made as she licked my vaginal folds bespoke a woman far gone in her lust. I’ll bet the slut’s pussy was good and juicy! I might have to do something about that. A sudden wave of lust rushed over me and I grabbed the back of Mom’s head to steady myself, mashing her lips into my pussy. I guessed I was a little bit drunk!
“Finger my cunt hole,” I heard myself say as Mom nuzzled my clit.
Her finger easily slid into my creamy twat, and I gasped with pleasure. She immediately found what I had heard was the location of most women’s G-spot, the front vaginal wall an inch or two in. Before I knew it my hips were bucking against her face.
“I’m cumming, Mommy, I’m cumming!” I cried as waves of tingling pleasure rippling from my scalp to my toenails. Suddenly I was damp down there—I’d just gushed pussy juice. I was a squirter!
“Oh, baby, oh baby,” I heard my mother say as she lapped up my fluids. I was too far in ecstasy to scold her for forgetting “Mistress.”
Now I was horny as hell as well as feeling totally wicked. I ordered my mom to lay her breasts and tummy across the back of the sofa, her legs spread wide. The view from behind was beautiful: my mother’s cuntlips spread wide open and dripping, her pink puckered asshole open to me as well. Oh, would I ever show her what a slut she really was!
My index finger slid into Mom’s juicing cooze so easily, causing her to gasp her intense pleasure. I watched her shudder and moan as my middle finger joined her index finger, the horny bitch. With my free hand I reached under to feel my mother’s tits, found her nipples rock hard with excitement. It was so exciting to listen to her whimper and beg for me to pinch those nipples.
Still finger-fucking Mom, I lay my naked tits on her back so I could comfortable reach both areas, and I took her left nipple between my left thumb and forefinger. I squeezed it gently at first and then hard and harder until she cried out with both pain and pleasure. I switched to the other nipple, fucking Mom’s cunt even harder with two fingers.
“Oh, fuck me Kaity—Mistress, I mean!” she cried.
“You can call me Kaity until you cum, Mom,” I said.
Suddenly I had a new wicked idea. I pulled my fingers from Mom’s clenching twat, smiling as she moaned in frustration but had the sense not to protest. With her slick cunt juices, I lubed up the outside of her asshole, causing her to moan again. As I slowly started to push my wet index finger into her butt, I ran into dryness.
“This will have to be dealt with, Mom. You’re all dry there.”
I brought my index finger to her lips and ordered her to suck it, to get it good and slippery with her spit. It pushed at lot more easily into her ass, but not all the way, so I pulled it out and stuck it her face again. I was thrilled to think of what I was going to do next.
Now my finger slid easily up into my mom’s rectum, where I probed her for a moment before I pulled it out and then stuck it in her face again. “Suck your own ass juice off my finger, Mommy.”
“Oh, baby!”
The look in her eyes, a mixture of dismay and eager lust was almost pathetic, and at the same time it turned me on so much. Then I felt my mom’s hot wet mouth close over my finger and began to readily suck it, whimpering with abandon yet again. Oh, my mother was such a nasty pervert, I had to love her for it! Finally after repeating this several more times, her asshole was a slippery as her cunt.
“You love this, don’t you, Mom?”
“Yes, Mistress! Yes!”
I inserted my middle finger back into her twat hole while I continued to finger-bang her anal tunnel. After only three minutes my mom had a shattering orgasm, probably at least partly brought on by the reality of being her own daughter’s new fuck toy—and by my total power over her.
Just so Mom didn’t forget her place, I allowed her to dress only in one of my G-strings while she made us a pasta dinner. I put her food in a bowl on the kitchen floor and ordered her not to use her hands. It was fun eating at the kitchen table while I watched Mom eat like a dog on the floor. Yes, that collar would be the first thing I bought tomorrow.
***
I awoke at 8AM after sleeping on the carpeted floor at the foot of the bed like a dog. My daughter said I might eventually earn my way to sleeping on the mattress with her. Again, practically nude in only a thong, I fixed a meal and again ate from a bowl on the floor. The dominatrix in me hated to admit that deep down I loved my degradation, the way that Kaity was treating me.
For whatever reason I kept going back and forth between being jusitifably proud of my earlier dominatrix profession and feeling embarrassed by it, as if Kaity’s dominating me made me question all of my sexual beliefs. And yet I still couldn’t help be turned on not only by being a debased slave but also being a sex slave to my daughter, my own daughter.
“No, she’s not your actual daughter,” I reminded myself.
I had to gain control of my fantasies that kept trying to make more of this than it was. If I didn’t pull out of this kinky quicksand I was sinking into I might actually forget the true nature of our relationship and my fantasy would make this feel like true incest for me, like it must seem to her. That’s what surprised me the most, that she was keeping this going.
The more I considered it, the more I had trouble believing she was doing this. Kaity didn’t know the truth, couldn’t know the truth, so how could she permit herself to have forbidden incestuous sex with the woman who she believed to be her actual birth mother? How could this eighteen year old I had raised have become such a terrible deviant to break that huge taboo?
The truth was, before I’d married him Arnold’s first wife was declared incompetent and he got Kaity. When he and I were married seventeen and a half years ago, I had legally adopted Kaity and raised her as her mother. Except for my genetics I’d been all the mother anyone could be. I was her mommy. So how was it that Kaity could allow this to happen?
How could she find it in herself to have sex with the woman she thought of as her real mother?
“No,” I said under my breath as I washed the breakast dishes, sweating over the steamy sink and naked save my thong, “that’s not the question. How can you be so turned on by sex with this barely legal girl who believes she’s really your biological daughter?”
Moments later I felt her behind me. “Keep doing the dishes,” she ordered.
I felt her slide the thong down my long, tanned legs, lifting my foot when she ordered me to so she could pull it off. Her young hands grasped my ankles and encouraged me to spread my legs. Right away I felt the kitchen air on my vulva as my major labia parted. I gasped as my daughter’s hand grabbed the underside of my asscheeks, felt her middle finger slide past my asshole and into the juicy moistness of my already horny pussy.
I couldn’t believe it, just standing there naked and doing dishes I was already horny for Kaity. I whimpered as she fingerfucked me with increasing passion. She tightly took my hair in her free hand and hotly, harshly whispered in my ear to keep doing the dishes. As excited by her hand in my cunt as I was by her taking control, it was everything I could do not to melt into my teenage daughter as she sent wave after wave of pleasure radiating out from my crotch. I moaned like a slut in heat.
“Oh, I love the sound of you so excited, Mommy.”
“Please don’t call me that, bayb—Mistress.”
“I think my mother doesn’t want to take responsibility for loving sex with her grownup daughter.”
“It’s wrong, Kaity. You know it’s wrong,” I moaned in as much pleasure as guilt.
“And so is murdering your husband. And fucking his female secretary to get back at him. And being a professional pervert with your whips and chains.”
It felt like she wasn’t really sincere about that last part, like she’d only said it to hurt me, which it did. And I knew it was a defense mechanism. As for Lucy… well, she had me there. But not even the killing—and I knew I was innocent of that crime—was justification for this virtual incest. So I had to wonder how she could do this.
The truth was, I couldn’t help being turned on by her finger fucking my dripping hole. Already the tingle was building in me, spurred by the extreme degradation of being finger fucked by my daughter as I stood here naked and doing the dishes. Before long my horniness began to drown out the truth.
“You love being sexually molested by your Kaity,” my passion told me. “You want to be lesbian lovers with your own teenage daughter, you kinky slut.” My cries and groans reached a fever pitch, so far gone in my fantasy I’d lost sight of the truth.
When the orgasm hit me, my knees began to buckle and so I grabbed the edge of the sink to keep from falling. The intensity of my climax was so huge I couldn’t hold myself up any further. I lowered myself to my knees, delighted and dismayed that Kaity kept her finger in my cunt the whole time, continuing to fuck me even as my body spasmed in ecstasy, giving me multiple orgasms.
I was so dizzy I lowered my head to the kitchen floor, my forearms and widely-spread knees supporting me as I surrendered my body to my girl. I arched my back, raising my ass in the air, thrilled to feel Kaity easily slide a second finger into my flowing quim. She called me “Mommy” again and told me in a shaking, panting voice how turned on she was by making her sexy mother cum, how proud she was to be a perverted slut “just like Mommy.”
Then I felt hot breath on my asshole followed by her teenage tongue briefly teasing the puckered swirl of anal flesh, before dribbling spit on it. She fingered my asshole and my twat at the same time, all the while calling me “Mommy” and confessing for how long she wanted to do this to me. Feeling Kaity’s finger stroke my sphincter muscle, a second explosion of bliss coursed through me.
As my orgasm wore off, the guilt of my perversion began to overpower everything other thought. Technicality or not; this felt as bad as true incest because I had willingly turned it into true incest in my fantasy. Even worse I’d allowed her to assume it was. Before long the remorse had me weeping, then crying. I collapsed the rest of the way to the linoleum floor and began sobbing.
A moment later I felt Kaity’s hand stroking my hair and shooshing me. “Are you crying because you’re having sex with your daughter?” she asked softly.
“Y-yes… N-no. I mean…”
“Don’t worry, Helen. I know.”
“Helen?”
“That is your name, isn’t it?”
“Yes, but—”
“The name of the woman who married my father?” She gently took my chin and pointed my gaze into hers. “The name of the woman who adopted me when I was a baby?”
“H-how… Wh-who..?”
“Mr. Gulder.”
“Arnold’s vice president?”
“He thought I’d be better off knowing my real mom was a druggie, which he thought was better than believing my real mom is a murderer and a professional dominatrix.”
“You knew all along,” I said, shaking my head with wonder.
“Yup. I like the way you tried to use it to keep me from having my way with you.”
“I-I’m still your mother.”
“Not as far as I’m concerned. I’m an adult now so your adoption doesn’t mean shit, legally. The lawyers have already dissolved any claim you could ever have to any of his estate. You have nothing except my charity, and that’s only because I’ve always wondered what it might be like to have my very own slave. A perverted slut I could do whatever I want to… Mommy.”
My eyes filled and face burned with shame. “Why even tell me you knew? Spare my feelings?”
“I’d say the game was getting old but to be honest I’m getting a kick out of calling you ‘Mom’ when I’m fucking you. I may not have your genetics but I guess I’m still as much of a pervert.”
I shook my head, feeling so helpless. “Yes, Mistress.”
“All that aside, I guess I was feeling a little guilty about your feelings.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“Now, go wash off your face, go do your makeup, real sexy. And then report back here. Fast.”
Five minutes later I knelt in front of my daughter-mistress. Blood relations or not, I had raised her as her mother—which she explained was why she would continue to call me “Mom” and “Mommy” even when my face was between her legs—so it was hard to think of her any other way. She refused to allow me to wear anything but that sheer G-string, saying she loved seeing my sexy body so naked. She handed me a list of housecleaning chores which I began to perform while she watched my perspiration-sheened body glide about my chores.
While I dusted in the living room, Katie lay on the big sofa and hiked her dress above her large, lovely breasts. She wore no panties, so when she parted her knees those tight, fresh cuntlips spread wide open. She locked eyes with me and fingered herself. I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
“I think Mommy loves to see her baby masturbate. Do you love your sweet daughter’s pussy?”
“Yes, Mistress.” No point in denying it. She knew I lusted after her.
“Maybe if you’re a good housecleaner, slave. Maybe I’ll piss and then let you lick me clean. Would you like that… Mommy?”
“Yes, Mistress.” I don’t what I hated more, that she was being so mean or that I loved the idea of being so degraded by the girl I’d raised. One thing was for sure: she was loving this.
“Good. I’m going out shopping. I expect you to finish the housecleaning list before I get back. If you don’t finish it or if you do a bad job, I’ll just have to put you over my knee… Mom.”
I dove into the housework as if my life depended upon it.
Three hours later she was back with bags from Victoria’s Secret, Hustler Hollywood, The Pleasure Chest and the Stockroom, the last two being BDSM stores. She immediate dug into the Stockroom bag for a jeweled, locking slave collar and put it on me. While she fastened the collar I saw that there was also a bag from a trendy beauty salon. She said that for safety’s sake she was going to change my appearance, starting with my hair and skin.
“But first, inspection time. Follow me on your hands and knees.”
Like a dog I followed her from room to room, still wearing nothing but a thong. My clit tingled from being subservient to this sexy teenager I had raised her whole life. I don’t know if having a dominatrix temperment is something you’re born with or if you can pick up the attitude from those around you, but Kaity oozed that naturally dominant aura. God help me, I wanted to submit to her.
After she’d inspected all the rooms she gave me a favorable nod and then jerked her thumb toward the living room. Scrambling as fast as I could on my hands and knees I followed Kaity out and then knelt in front of her, looking hopefully up into her face. Thank goodness she seemed satisfied with my work. I didn’t want to find out how hard she could spank me.
“Not bad, Mom,” she said, gesturing around. “It looks like you got everything done.”
I smiled at her, grateful for her praise. Then a look crept into her eyes that scared me.
“Now all I need to do is find out how good a job you did.”
Though we’d been able to afford a housecleaner when we were a family, I had usually just done the cleaning myself, so I knew the house inside and out. I knew how to clean it very well and I drew very heavily on that knowedge while I toiled during Kaity’s shopping trip. I was confident my work would pass muster. Then my sphincter squeezed shut when I saw her run her finger atop the door frame that led to the kitchen. That was strictly a quarterly cleaing item. How could she—
“Uh-oh, Mommy,” Kaity said, shaking her head as she looked at her dusty fingertip.
She had me pull out one of the leather upholstered dining room chairs and set it in the middle of the living room so that the arm of the sofa would be within my reach when I lay across her lap. She stripped down to her panties and bra—“I don’t want our sweat to get all over my clothes”—before she took the seat and ordered me to lay across her eighteen-year-old thighs. I clutched the sofa arm and braced myself. She told me she’d think up something truly terrible to do to me if I fell off or tried to get up.
At first she tenderly stroked my naked asscheeks the way a young girl might carress a kitten, the sweep of her palm becoming more and more firm. My daughter’s hand felt so good on my ass, so loving, I began to hold out hope that she wouldn’t hurt me. The warmth built up in my pelvic floor as her sweet massage continued until I felt my cunt began to tingle. I couldn’t help the pleasurable sigh that escaped my lips.
“Feel good, Mommy?” Kaity asked softly, as if to a lover.
“Mmmmm…yes, baby,” I said, forgetting in my pleasure to call her “Mistress.”
“That’s good, Mommy. I want you to love it. Just like I want you to come to love this.”
And with that she hit my right asscheek so hard with her open palm I knew it had to leave a red handprint. I shrieked as much in surprise as pain. For the next five minutes, and I don’t know how she did it without hurting her hand, my daughter rained on my ass an openhanded spanking that had me weeping after the first minute.
Right about when I thought I couldn’t endure one more second of the smarting fire that was my asscheeks, Kaity announced, “My hand is starting to hurt.”
I sighed in relief.
I felt her shift in the chair, reaching down to the Huster Hollywood bag I just remembered she’d set there. Twenty seconds later I heard a sharp crack and looked back in terror to see Kaity holding a black leather paddle, the kind reinforced by flexible wood and with large holes drilled into it to cut the air resistance so it caused maximum pain. I’d used such toys in my dominatrix work.
“N-no, baby, please,” I whispered, my fearful tears flowing.
“Who?”
“Mistress! Mistress! Please, no!”
“Too bad, Mommy. You’ve been a bad girl.”
The first blow made me scream, rewarding my with a fierce tug of my hair. “Shut up, slave! Control yourself. Otherwise I’ll use the dildo gag I bought and I will make this far worse. I’ll paddle you until you bleed. Understand, Mom?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I moaned, tears of self-pity running down my face.
In less than five minutes my ass had grown numb and yet each blow still hurt on some level. Thank goodness I was at least super-high from the endorphins and adrenaline, so the pain wasn’t the torture it could have been, but I was so limp with exhaustion and submission I’d lost the will to fight. I just lay there across my daughter’s lap and accepted her punishment. I felt wetness below me and I realized I so deeply surrendered I’d lost control of my bladder. I had peed myself and my daughter’s lap and the deep pile carpet. At least the chair was sealed leather that wouldn’t stain.
To my surprise, Kaity wasn’t mad. She even chuckled. “I guess that means you’ve had enough. Maybe you should be calling me, ‘Mommy,’ little baby.”
“P-please, Mistress,” I moaned, blushing terribly.
“I’m sorry, Mom. That was mean. Look, take a few minutes to get yourself together, then go get the stuff to clean all that up. Then meet me in the bedroom after it’s done.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I said, climbing off her lap and kneeling on the floor.
Kaity picked up the bags and headed into the bedroom, pausing on her way out the room. “I have a feeling I won’t have to inspct your work much longer, will I, Mommy?”
“No, Mistress.”
“Can you think of why else I beat you like that, Mom?”
That was easy to answer. “To assert your authority and make me even more your slave…Mistress. And… and I…”
“Out with it, Mother.”
“Thank you, Mistress Kaity, for making me truly feel like I belong to you.”
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the nearby homes. I had no friends left I knew I could count on because I, Helen Shipley, was a fugitive from the law.
I looked around and marveled how many hundreds of times I’d stood on this porch after a good jog through the Hollywood hills just up Sunset Boulevard, doing my cool-down stretches before I went inside to shower, then prepare breakfast for my husband and teenaged daughter, Kaity. That seemed like another life right now.
So much had happened over the last year, starting when Arnold—my husband and Kaity’s father—was murdered and I was charged for it. I know I didn’t kill him, but I had to admit in court that I didn’t remember all of the events of that evening. I was sure I’d been drugged but I couldn’t prove that nor could I prove the real truth, so the district attorney was able to depict me as a cold, murdering bitch. What hurt most was that my beautiful, eighteen-year-old Kaity believed the DA over me. She probably still hated me, so I might be a fool to ask her for help now.
The reason I was convicted was a strong, apparent motive. Not only had Arnold become a rotten husband, I learned he was fucking his personal assistant, Lucy, so I’d decided on a divorce. Ironically when Lucy came to me to apologize we ended up in bed and soon fell in love—an affair the DA used to hang me with. I had no evidence in my favor; because of some highly improbable and unprovable circumstances, the home security video contained only an empty memory card, so there was no record of what really happened. I was convicted of second degree murder and sentenced to fifteen years at women’s prison ninety minutes away.
Being a former cheerleader, the bull dykes immediately began raping me. By then I’d given up hope of ever clearing my name, so when I got a chance to join in an escape I went with it. Six of us managed to get out, and at least three were still on the loose. And now, standing here on the porch, all I could hope was that Kaity would shelter me until I could figure out how to sneak across the border into Canada where my dear Lucy said she’d wait for me. The porch light came on. I moved into the shadows so the neighbors wouldn’t see me.
“Who is it?” called Kaity.
“Honey? It-it’s Mom. Please open the door!”
Deathly silence for ten long seconds. “Go away.”
“Please, baby!”
She ripped open the door. “What do you want, Mother?”
“Please let me come in before somebody sees!”
After a long stare, my eighteen year old daughter beckoned me in with an impatient wave. As I followed her into the living room she said the cops had called her up to say I’d escaped and to let them know if she heard from me. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t turn in my father-killing perverted mother,” she practically spat.
I hung my head in helplessness and in guilt for other things about our family. Not only did Kaity blame me for her father’s death she’d been humiliated by all that came out at the trial—when I had married Arnold I left my life as a professional dominatrix, but I reclaimed it after he cheated on me. When I later took up with Lucy, it made for a tabloid media circus. Kaity could only see how her reputation was affected and not how I had been subjugated by my husband for most of the marriage.
“Please don’t talk to me like that,” I asked. “Nothing I did was meant to hurt you.”
“Maybe not. But you sure fucked up our whole family, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t kill your father. I know you don’t be—”
“You’re right, I don’t believe it. But even if you didn’t, there was all that perverted stuff. Admit it. You ruined everything.”
“I admit I should have just left him instead of getting back into the dungeon scene to anger him, but what’s done is done,” I said, staring at the floor. “Look, Kaity… all I want is to stay with you a couple of days until I can arrange to leave the country.”
“So I’m supposed to risk going to jail for harboring a fugitive?”
“It wouldn’t be like that. All I—”
Suddenly there was a banging at the door. “LAPD,” came the muffled voice. “Open up!”
I pleaded with my daughter with tearing eyes, shaking my head and mouthing “no.”
She stared at me for a long moment with a look of disgust. “Stay here.”
She strode out to the foyer and opened the door. She managed to sweet-talk the officer into a quick goodbye, telling him she hadn’t seen me since the trial. She also said, “I hope you find that bitch soon.” It hurt to hear with how much conviction she said that.
A moment later she strode back in, holding an envelope. Her features were grim, mixed with sort of a dark glee. “Now that I’m a felon for harboring a fugitive and lying to a police officer, I better get something out of this if you’re going to stay even one more minute. However, I think you had better know something. Apparently that little tramp who worked for Dad didn’t even have the guts to send this directly to you.” She handed it to me.
With dismay and then tears I read the letter from Lucy. She felt terrible for not waiting but she’d met her true love in a lesbian bar and she didn’t want to lie to me while I was locked up. I was sobbing by the time I finished the letter.
For a moment Kaity’s features softened, “Sorry, Mom. I guess you just can’t count on anybody.”
“I guess I-I hoped I could count on you.”
“Fat fucking chance. Looks like you’ve got nobody in the whole world now. I’d probably be doing you a favor, turning you back in. You know you deserve to suffer don’t you?”
“I… I—Ow!” I cried out as she grabbed my hair and pulled my face to hers.
“Don’t you?!” she hissed.
“Y-yes, baby, but… you don’t know how they treated me in there, all of those terrible women. It was more than suffering. It was pointless cruelty. They didn’t care what I did.”
Kaity got a strange look in her eyes. “Maybe you have something there. Maybe it’s better if someone who was actually affected by your actions made you suffer.”
I looked with horror into my eighteen-year-old daughter’s suddenly gleaming eyes, her wicked smile. And yet, why was my clit suddenly tingling? As if I didn’t know. I’d been into the dominance and submission scene long enough to know how erotic the feeling of powerlessness can be in some situations when you know your life and limb aren’t at risk, even if my freedom was.
But she was my daughter!
“S-surely you don’t mean—”
“Why not? You were a professional pervert, a dominatrix. I read up all about it when the truth came out at your trial. I have to say some of it I found kind of exciting. Maybe that would be the best justice of all. A dominatrix made to grovel and suffer at the hands of her own daughter.”
Now my clit was tingling in spite of the shock of hearing my own daughter talk like this. The very aspect of losing power turned me on despite the perversity of the situation. “You couldn’t possibly—”
“I couldn’t? Mom, you have two choices. You submit to me right now or I walk in there and dial nine-one-one.”
I felt the blood drain from my face and I became dizzy. I fell to my knees, but not because I’d planned to. But how could Kaity know that it was shock that took me to my knees instead of lust?
“Very good, Mother. Or should I call you ‘slave’ now? Or ‘slut?’ Either works for me. Now submit to me, you pervo lesbian slut. Say, ‘I will be your slave, Mistress,’ and say it now.”
My mouth worked soundlessly, shaking my head even as my pussy ached erotically at the thought. “That’s blackmail,” I gasped.
“Yes, I know. Consider yourself lucky I’m not just turning you in. Now say it.”
“But… but…”
“Say it now, bitch or I call the cops and you go back to your bull dykes.”
“I will be your slave… Mistress.”
“Glad to hear it,” she said. Then she strode over and ripped open my state-issued cotton workshirt, buttons flying, and tore off my bra, ruining the clasp. “Slaves must earn their clothes. Now strip naked, Mom.”
She must really hate me so much she didn’t even seem to care about the potential incest.
As I stripped off my clothes she went to the wet bar on the wall, took out a bottle of tequila. I wanted to protest she was too young to drink, but then who knew what she’d been doing here since I’d been locked away? She took a huge gulp without gagging, which answered my question. At eighteen my daughter could already hold her liquor.
Five good swigs later she set the bottle down, regarding me, her naked mother, kneeling on the carpet in front of her. Amazingly I could already see the effect the booze was having on her. She was physically only a little tipsy, but the real change was in her expression. The dark, cruel gleam I’d seen earlier now seemed like playful mischief. I suddenly realized she’d inherited at least part of Arnold’s intolerance to liquor. He often underwent a total personality change with enough booze in him. I only hoped Kaity wouldn’t be as mean as he could be.
It was then she unbuckled her thin leather belt and began to slowly circle me. “Y’now,” she slurred slightly, flicking the belt at my shoulder blades and making me gasp at the sudden burning sensation. “I spent a lot of time reading up about perverts like you.” The belt cracked across my tits, nearly hitting my nipples. “I can’t believe some of the sick shit you guys like.” Crack! Now my ass was on fire. “But you know what really surprised me, Mom?” Crack again, an agaonizing hit on my nipples. “Was how excited I got reading it.” She stared me in the eyes. “Y’know?”
Now, even despite the pain, my clit was hard and throbbing, and my pussy felt all squishy. The idea of submitting to my own daughter was turning me on despite myself. Then I decided if I could actually be sexually turned onto to her, I deserved whatever she did to me.
“So now the question remains,” my daughter said, unbuttoning her jeans. “Just how far you’ll go to please me enough to shelter your perverted, criminal ass from the law?”
I felt faint as my daughter pulled off her jeans and panties, thinking how terrible was that part of me that wanted to lick her pussy. But I couldn’t permit that. No matter what I deep down wanted or how far she wanted to go to punish me; it was just wrong. “Baby… we can’t!”
I cried out as she slapped me full across the face. “You will call me Mistress, you slut!”
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” I cried. “But we can’t do this! I’m your mother. You’re my daughter.”
“Read my lips, slave. I… don’t… care!”
“But Mistress, it’s wrong. It’s sick!”
“Hah! A dominatrix—a professional pervert calling something sick. That’s a laugh!”
“But incest… even a dominatrix doesn’t go down on her own daughter.”
I was holding back an important fact from her about the true nature of our relationship, but that didn’t matter if her belief could be used to make her stop this.
“Ha! You think I want you to lick my cunt, you perverted slut of a mother? I bet that’s what you want. No, you’re going to have to lower yourself a lot more than that to stay here.” She spread her feet wide and I watched those delicate, lovely pussylips part. “I have to pee, Mother, and you’re going to drink every last drop. If even a little bit drips onto my clean carpet, I’m calling the cops and you go back to prison.”
I hesitated.
“Put your mouth there because I’m about to start peeing and I’m deadly serious. You’ll pay for even one drop. Five… four… three…”
Instantly I closed my mouth over my daughter’s vulva and pulled a deep breath in through my nostrils. My mouth suddenly filled with her hot, salty piss. I gulped it down as fast as I could, terrified of incurring her wrath and returning to prison. The worst part was, I’d never been so horny in my life.
I told myself over and over she’s not really my daughter. She was Arnold’s not mine, not really. But it didn’t do any good because the technicality cut both ways. That’s when I knew Kaity was right. I was a big pervert and I deserved whatever she did to me.
***
The moment I felt Mom’s mouth on my crotch, I knew I was just as bad as she was. I could have been gracious and just offered to help because she was my mom, no matter how embarrassed I’d been by her during the trial. Or if I wanted to punish her I could have done it without degrading her and especially without turning it sexual, but I think I was just realizing that there was more of her in me than I liked to admit. I probably was a big pervert too, but now that I’d started this I couldn’t let up. I owed it to myself and to her.
Besides I knew something that she had never admitted to me about our true relationship—what she and Dad had both kept from me for eighteen years. Now she was trying to use the lie to control me, to spare herself everything she might imagine I was planning. I began to wonder just how far she’d let me go before she admitted the truth to me. Until then, she was laboring under the assumption that I believed this was true incest. Maybe that made it a little more that way for her—if I thought it was actual incest then that made it more so for her. Maybe that turned her on. I bet if I stuck my finger in her twat it would be gushing wet!
It turned me on to hear the gulping noises as she chugged down my pee. It certainly put her in her place as my slave. No way could she stand up to me now that she’d drunk hot pee right from my pussy. Finally I finished emptying my bladder into my mother’s mouth. I ordered her to lick my labia clean. I shivered with delight as her tongue swept up and down my vulva.
Oh yes, I was as bad as she was, and the truth was I had been for a long time. But I couldn’t think about that right now. I had to gain full control while the taste of my piss was still in her mouth.
“Mmmm, my mommy is a good cunt-licker,” I said in a mocking tone. “What a fucking lesbo, licking her own daughter’s twat. You love licking your girl’s pussy, don’t you, slut?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Yes who, Mommy?”
“Yes, Mistress. May… may I please beg a favor, Mistress?” she asked as I picked up the tequila bottle and chugged down a good three ounces.
“What, Mommy?”
“Please don’t call me that, Mistress.”
“You mean don’t call you ‘Mommy?’ Is that what you mean, Mommy?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Too fucking bad, Mommy. You need to be reminded this is incest, lesbian incest that you’re loving, and I know you’re loving it. You’re not getting off the hook for that, Mom. Now say, ‘I’m a pervert.’ “ I took one more tiny swig and set the bottle down. I finished stripping naked, the nipples on my firm C-cup breasts had grown hard with excitement.
“I’m a pervert, Mistress.”
“I’m a pervert who wants to fuck her own daughter.”
“I’m a pervert who wants to fuck her own daughter, Mistress.”
Oh, I knew I was right. I saw how her eyes were shining. This slut my father married really was a perverted cunt. But then, by allowing the lie live into this new relationship, wasn’t I almost as kinky? No, it was her fault. She could end it whenever she wanted. But it appeared she was going to continue trying to use the lie to control me. Until she admitted it, I would lay it on thick.
“So then fuck me with your tongue, Mommy.” I sat on the edge of the sofa, and spread wide my firm tanned thighs, felt my glistening cuntlips opening to her. “Since my mom was such a good slave and drank all of my piss, she deserves a reward. So lick my pussy, Mommy!”
The words seemed to immediately spur her to dive onto my tingling crotch, her mouth covering my entire slit, her tongue lapping my pussy as eagerly as a dog. I considered that I should buy her a dog collar tomorrow. With all the money from Dad’s estate, I could buy my mother-slave the sexiest lingerie, the most expensive English latex and every sex and BDSM toy imaginable. It was only early July and college didn’t start for another two months. With finances all taken care of, I could devote myself to taking my slutty mom down paths that neither she nor I could have ever imagined. It was so right to show her what a pervo she was, and I owed it to myself as a consolation for losing my normal family and becoming a joke to everyone.
The desperate whimpering sounds Mom made as she licked my vaginal folds bespoke a woman far gone in her lust. I’ll bet the slut’s pussy was good and juicy! I might have to do something about that. A sudden wave of lust rushed over me and I grabbed the back of Mom’s head to steady myself, mashing her lips into my pussy. I guessed I was a little bit drunk!
“Finger my cunt hole,” I heard myself say as Mom nuzzled my clit.
Her finger easily slid into my creamy twat, and I gasped with pleasure. She immediately found what I had heard was the location of most women’s G-spot, the front vaginal wall an inch or two in. Before I knew it my hips were bucking against her face.
“I’m cumming, Mommy, I’m cumming!” I cried as waves of tingling pleasure rippling from my scalp to my toenails. Suddenly I was damp down there—I’d just gushed pussy juice. I was a squirter!
“Oh, baby, oh baby,” I heard my mother say as she lapped up my fluids. I was too far in ecstasy to scold her for forgetting “Mistress.”
Now I was horny as hell as well as feeling totally wicked. I ordered my mom to lay her breasts and tummy across the back of the sofa, her legs spread wide. The view from behind was beautiful: my mother’s cuntlips spread wide open and dripping, her pink puckered asshole open to me as well. Oh, would I ever show her what a slut she really was!
My index finger slid into Mom’s juicing cooze so easily, causing her to gasp her intense pleasure. I watched her shudder and moan as my middle finger joined her index finger, the horny bitch. With my free hand I reached under to feel my mother’s tits, found her nipples rock hard with excitement. It was so exciting to listen to her whimper and beg for me to pinch those nipples.
Still finger-fucking Mom, I lay my naked tits on her back so I could comfortable reach both areas, and I took her left nipple between my left thumb and forefinger. I squeezed it gently at first and then hard and harder until she cried out with both pain and pleasure. I switched to the other nipple, fucking Mom’s cunt even harder with two fingers.
“Oh, fuck me Kaity—Mistress, I mean!” she cried.
“You can call me Kaity until you cum, Mom,” I said.
Suddenly I had a new wicked idea. I pulled my fingers from Mom’s clenching twat, smiling as she moaned in frustration but had the sense not to protest. With her slick cunt juices, I lubed up the outside of her asshole, causing her to moan again. As I slowly started to push my wet index finger into her butt, I ran into dryness.
“This will have to be dealt with, Mom. You’re all dry there.”
I brought my index finger to her lips and ordered her to suck it, to get it good and slippery with her spit. It pushed at lot more easily into her ass, but not all the way, so I pulled it out and stuck it her face again. I was thrilled to think of what I was going to do next.
Now my finger slid easily up into my mom’s rectum, where I probed her for a moment before I pulled it out and then stuck it in her face again. “Suck your own ass juice off my finger, Mommy.”
“Oh, baby!”
The look in her eyes, a mixture of dismay and eager lust was almost pathetic, and at the same time it turned me on so much. Then I felt my mom’s hot wet mouth close over my finger and began to readily suck it, whimpering with abandon yet again. Oh, my mother was such a nasty pervert, I had to love her for it! Finally after repeating this several more times, her asshole was a slippery as her cunt.
“You love this, don’t you, Mom?”
“Yes, Mistress! Yes!”
I inserted my middle finger back into her twat hole while I continued to finger-bang her anal tunnel. After only three minutes my mom had a shattering orgasm, probably at least partly brought on by the reality of being her own daughter’s new fuck toy—and by my total power over her.
Just so Mom didn’t forget her place, I allowed her to dress only in one of my G-strings while she made us a pasta dinner. I put her food in a bowl on the kitchen floor and ordered her not to use her hands. It was fun eating at the kitchen table while I watched Mom eat like a dog on the floor. Yes, that collar would be the first thing I bought tomorrow.
***
I awoke at 8AM after sleeping on the carpeted floor at the foot of the bed like a dog. My daughter said I might eventually earn my way to sleeping on the mattress with her. Again, practically nude in only a thong, I fixed a meal and again ate from a bowl on the floor. The dominatrix in me hated to admit that deep down I loved my degradation, the way that Kaity was treating me.
For whatever reason I kept going back and forth between being jusitifably proud of my earlier dominatrix profession and feeling embarrassed by it, as if Kaity’s dominating me made me question all of my sexual beliefs. And yet I still couldn’t help be turned on not only by being a debased slave but also being a sex slave to my daughter, my own daughter.
“No, she’s not your actual daughter,” I reminded myself.
I had to gain control of my fantasies that kept trying to make more of this than it was. If I didn’t pull out of this kinky quicksand I was sinking into I might actually forget the true nature of our relationship and my fantasy would make this feel like true incest for me, like it must seem to her. That’s what surprised me the most, that she was keeping this going.
The more I considered it, the more I had trouble believing she was doing this. Kaity didn’t know the truth, couldn’t know the truth, so how could she permit herself to have forbidden incestuous sex with the woman who she believed to be her actual birth mother? How could this eighteen year old I had raised have become such a terrible deviant to break that huge taboo?
The truth was, before I’d married him Arnold’s first wife was declared incompetent and he got Kaity. When he and I were married seventeen and a half years ago, I had legally adopted Kaity and raised her as her mother. Except for my genetics I’d been all the mother anyone could be. I was her mommy. So how was it that Kaity could allow this to happen?
How could she find it in herself to have sex with the woman she thought of as her real mother?
“No,” I said under my breath as I washed the breakast dishes, sweating over the steamy sink and naked save my thong, “that’s not the question. How can you be so turned on by sex with this barely legal girl who believes she’s really your biological daughter?”
Moments later I felt her behind me. “Keep doing the dishes,” she ordered.
I felt her slide the thong down my long, tanned legs, lifting my foot when she ordered me to so she could pull it off. Her young hands grasped my ankles and encouraged me to spread my legs. Right away I felt the kitchen air on my vulva as my major labia parted. I gasped as my daughter’s hand grabbed the underside of my asscheeks, felt her middle finger slide past my asshole and into the juicy moistness of my already horny pussy.
I couldn’t believe it, just standing there naked and doing dishes I was already horny for Kaity. I whimpered as she fingerfucked me with increasing passion. She tightly took my hair in her free hand and hotly, harshly whispered in my ear to keep doing the dishes. As excited by her hand in my cunt as I was by her taking control, it was everything I could do not to melt into my teenage daughter as she sent wave after wave of pleasure radiating out from my crotch. I moaned like a slut in heat.
“Oh, I love the sound of you so excited, Mommy.”
“Please don’t call me that, bayb—Mistress.”
“I think my mother doesn’t want to take responsibility for loving sex with her grownup daughter.”
“It’s wrong, Kaity. You know it’s wrong,” I moaned in as much pleasure as guilt.
“And so is murdering your husband. And fucking his female secretary to get back at him. And being a professional pervert with your whips and chains.”
It felt like she wasn’t really sincere about that last part, like she’d only said it to hurt me, which it did. And I knew it was a defense mechanism. As for Lucy… well, she had me there. But not even the killing—and I knew I was innocent of that crime—was justification for this virtual incest. So I had to wonder how she could do this.
The truth was, I couldn’t help being turned on by her finger fucking my dripping hole. Already the tingle was building in me, spurred by the extreme degradation of being finger fucked by my daughter as I stood here naked and doing the dishes. Before long my horniness began to drown out the truth.
“You love being sexually molested by your Kaity,” my passion told me. “You want to be lesbian lovers with your own teenage daughter, you kinky slut.” My cries and groans reached a fever pitch, so far gone in my fantasy I’d lost sight of the truth.
When the orgasm hit me, my knees began to buckle and so I grabbed the edge of the sink to keep from falling. The intensity of my climax was so huge I couldn’t hold myself up any further. I lowered myself to my knees, delighted and dismayed that Kaity kept her finger in my cunt the whole time, continuing to fuck me even as my body spasmed in ecstasy, giving me multiple orgasms.
I was so dizzy I lowered my head to the kitchen floor, my forearms and widely-spread knees supporting me as I surrendered my body to my girl. I arched my back, raising my ass in the air, thrilled to feel Kaity easily slide a second finger into my flowing quim. She called me “Mommy” again and told me in a shaking, panting voice how turned on she was by making her sexy mother cum, how proud she was to be a perverted slut “just like Mommy.”
Then I felt hot breath on my asshole followed by her teenage tongue briefly teasing the puckered swirl of anal flesh, before dribbling spit on it. She fingered my asshole and my twat at the same time, all the while calling me “Mommy” and confessing for how long she wanted to do this to me. Feeling Kaity’s finger stroke my sphincter muscle, a second explosion of bliss coursed through me.
As my orgasm wore off, the guilt of my perversion began to overpower everything other thought. Technicality or not; this felt as bad as true incest because I had willingly turned it into true incest in my fantasy. Even worse I’d allowed her to assume it was. Before long the remorse had me weeping, then crying. I collapsed the rest of the way to the linoleum floor and began sobbing.
A moment later I felt Kaity’s hand stroking my hair and shooshing me. “Are you crying because you’re having sex with your daughter?” she asked softly.
“Y-yes… N-no. I mean…”
“Don’t worry, Helen. I know.”
“Helen?”
“That is your name, isn’t it?”
“Yes, but—”
“The name of the woman who married my father?” She gently took my chin and pointed my gaze into hers. “The name of the woman who adopted me when I was a baby?”
“H-how… Wh-who..?”
“Mr. Gulder.”
“Arnold’s vice president?”
“He thought I’d be better off knowing my real mom was a druggie, which he thought was better than believing my real mom is a murderer and a professional dominatrix.”
“You knew all along,” I said, shaking my head with wonder.
“Yup. I like the way you tried to use it to keep me from having my way with you.”
“I-I’m still your mother.”
“Not as far as I’m concerned. I’m an adult now so your adoption doesn’t mean shit, legally. The lawyers have already dissolved any claim you could ever have to any of his estate. You have nothing except my charity, and that’s only because I’ve always wondered what it might be like to have my very own slave. A perverted slut I could do whatever I want to… Mommy.”
My eyes filled and face burned with shame. “Why even tell me you knew? Spare my feelings?”
“I’d say the game was getting old but to be honest I’m getting a kick out of calling you ‘Mom’ when I’m fucking you. I may not have your genetics but I guess I’m still as much of a pervert.”
I shook my head, feeling so helpless. “Yes, Mistress.”
“All that aside, I guess I was feeling a little guilty about your feelings.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“Now, go wash off your face, go do your makeup, real sexy. And then report back here. Fast.”
Five minutes later I knelt in front of my daughter-mistress. Blood relations or not, I had raised her as her mother—which she explained was why she would continue to call me “Mom” and “Mommy” even when my face was between her legs—so it was hard to think of her any other way. She refused to allow me to wear anything but that sheer G-string, saying she loved seeing my sexy body so naked. She handed me a list of housecleaning chores which I began to perform while she watched my perspiration-sheened body glide about my chores.
While I dusted in the living room, Katie lay on the big sofa and hiked her dress above her large, lovely breasts. She wore no panties, so when she parted her knees those tight, fresh cuntlips spread wide open. She locked eyes with me and fingered herself. I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
“I think Mommy loves to see her baby masturbate. Do you love your sweet daughter’s pussy?”
“Yes, Mistress.” No point in denying it. She knew I lusted after her.
“Maybe if you’re a good housecleaner, slave. Maybe I’ll piss and then let you lick me clean. Would you like that… Mommy?”
“Yes, Mistress.” I don’t what I hated more, that she was being so mean or that I loved the idea of being so degraded by the girl I’d raised. One thing was for sure: she was loving this.
“Good. I’m going out shopping. I expect you to finish the housecleaning list before I get back. If you don’t finish it or if you do a bad job, I’ll just have to put you over my knee… Mom.”
I dove into the housework as if my life depended upon it.
Three hours later she was back with bags from Victoria’s Secret, Hustler Hollywood, The Pleasure Chest and the Stockroom, the last two being BDSM stores. She immediate dug into the Stockroom bag for a jeweled, locking slave collar and put it on me. While she fastened the collar I saw that there was also a bag from a trendy beauty salon. She said that for safety’s sake she was going to change my appearance, starting with my hair and skin.
“But first, inspection time. Follow me on your hands and knees.”
Like a dog I followed her from room to room, still wearing nothing but a thong. My clit tingled from being subservient to this sexy teenager I had raised her whole life. I don’t know if having a dominatrix temperment is something you’re born with or if you can pick up the attitude from those around you, but Kaity oozed that naturally dominant aura. God help me, I wanted to submit to her.
After she’d inspected all the rooms she gave me a favorable nod and then jerked her thumb toward the living room. Scrambling as fast as I could on my hands and knees I followed Kaity out and then knelt in front of her, looking hopefully up into her face. Thank goodness she seemed satisfied with my work. I didn’t want to find out how hard she could spank me.
“Not bad, Mom,” she said, gesturing around. “It looks like you got everything done.”
I smiled at her, grateful for her praise. Then a look crept into her eyes that scared me.
“Now all I need to do is find out how good a job you did.”
Though we’d been able to afford a housecleaner when we were a family, I had usually just done the cleaning myself, so I knew the house inside and out. I knew how to clean it very well and I drew very heavily on that knowedge while I toiled during Kaity’s shopping trip. I was confident my work would pass muster. Then my sphincter squeezed shut when I saw her run her finger atop the door frame that led to the kitchen. That was strictly a quarterly cleaing item. How could she—
“Uh-oh, Mommy,” Kaity said, shaking her head as she looked at her dusty fingertip.
She had me pull out one of the leather upholstered dining room chairs and set it in the middle of the living room so that the arm of the sofa would be within my reach when I lay across her lap. She stripped down to her panties and bra—“I don’t want our sweat to get all over my clothes”—before she took the seat and ordered me to lay across her eighteen-year-old thighs. I clutched the sofa arm and braced myself. She told me she’d think up something truly terrible to do to me if I fell off or tried to get up.
At first she tenderly stroked my naked asscheeks the way a young girl might carress a kitten, the sweep of her palm becoming more and more firm. My daughter’s hand felt so good on my ass, so loving, I began to hold out hope that she wouldn’t hurt me. The warmth built up in my pelvic floor as her sweet massage continued until I felt my cunt began to tingle. I couldn’t help the pleasurable sigh that escaped my lips.
“Feel good, Mommy?” Kaity asked softly, as if to a lover.
“Mmmmm…yes, baby,” I said, forgetting in my pleasure to call her “Mistress.”
“That’s good, Mommy. I want you to love it. Just like I want you to come to love this.”
And with that she hit my right asscheek so hard with her open palm I knew it had to leave a red handprint. I shrieked as much in surprise as pain. For the next five minutes, and I don’t know how she did it without hurting her hand, my daughter rained on my ass an openhanded spanking that had me weeping after the first minute.
Right about when I thought I couldn’t endure one more second of the smarting fire that was my asscheeks, Kaity announced, “My hand is starting to hurt.”
I sighed in relief.
I felt her shift in the chair, reaching down to the Huster Hollywood bag I just remembered she’d set there. Twenty seconds later I heard a sharp crack and looked back in terror to see Kaity holding a black leather paddle, the kind reinforced by flexible wood and with large holes drilled into it to cut the air resistance so it caused maximum pain. I’d used such toys in my dominatrix work.
“N-no, baby, please,” I whispered, my fearful tears flowing.
“Who?”
“Mistress! Mistress! Please, no!”
“Too bad, Mommy. You’ve been a bad girl.”
The first blow made me scream, rewarding my with a fierce tug of my hair. “Shut up, slave! Control yourself. Otherwise I’ll use the dildo gag I bought and I will make this far worse. I’ll paddle you until you bleed. Understand, Mom?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I moaned, tears of self-pity running down my face.
In less than five minutes my ass had grown numb and yet each blow still hurt on some level. Thank goodness I was at least super-high from the endorphins and adrenaline, so the pain wasn’t the torture it could have been, but I was so limp with exhaustion and submission I’d lost the will to fight. I just lay there across my daughter’s lap and accepted her punishment. I felt wetness below me and I realized I so deeply surrendered I’d lost control of my bladder. I had peed myself and my daughter’s lap and the deep pile carpet. At least the chair was sealed leather that wouldn’t stain.
To my surprise, Kaity wasn’t mad. She even chuckled. “I guess that means you’ve had enough. Maybe you should be calling me, ‘Mommy,’ little baby.”
“P-please, Mistress,” I moaned, blushing terribly.
“I’m sorry, Mom. That was mean. Look, take a few minutes to get yourself together, then go get the stuff to clean all that up. Then meet me in the bedroom after it’s done.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I said, climbing off her lap and kneeling on the floor.
Kaity picked up the bags and headed into the bedroom, pausing on her way out the room. “I have a feeling I won’t have to inspct your work much longer, will I, Mommy?”
“No, Mistress.”
“Can you think of why else I beat you like that, Mom?”
That was easy to answer. “To assert your authority and make me even more your slave…Mistress. And… and I…”
“Out with it, Mother.”
“Thank you, Mistress Kaity, for making me truly feel like I belong to you.”
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL MY FELLOW PERVERTS!
My Teenage Daughter’s Sex Slave
Blackmail
I stood on the front porch, scared and miserable. Nine months ago this sixteen million dollar Beverly Hills house had been my home. I was grateful the porch light wasn’t already on, worried someone would see me from one of the nearby homes. I had no friends left I knew I could count on because I, Helen Shipley, was a fugitive from the law.
I looked around and marveled how many hundreds of times I’d stood on this porch after a good jog through the Hollywood hills just up Sunset Boulevard, doing my cool-down stretches before I went inside to shower, then prepare breakfast for my husband and teenaged daughter, Kaity. That seemed like another life right now.
So much had happened over the last year, starting when Arnold—my husband and Kaity’s father—was murdered and I was charged for it. I know I didn’t kill him, but I had to admit in court that I didn’t remember all of the events of that evening. I was sure I’d been drugged but I couldn’t prove that nor could I prove the real truth, so the district attorney was able to depict me as a cold, murdering bitch. What hurt most was that my beautiful, eighteen-year-old Kaity believed the DA over me. She probably still hated me, so I might be a fool to ask her for help now.
The reason I was convicted was a strong, apparent motive. Not only had Arnold become a rotten husband, I learned he was fucking his personal assistant, Lucy, so I’d decided on a divorce. Ironically when Lucy came to me to apologize we ended up in bed and soon fell in love—an affair the DA used to hang me with. I had no evidence in my favor; because of some highly improbable and unprovable circumstances, the home security video contained only an empty memory card, so there was no record of what really happened. I was convicted of second degree murder and sentenced to fifteen years at women’s prison ninety minutes away.
Being a former cheerleader, the bull dykes immediately began raping me. By then I’d given up hope of ever clearing my name, so when I got a chance to join in an escape I went with it. Six of us managed to get out, and at least three were still on the loose. And now, standing here on the porch, all I could hope was that Kaity would shelter me until I could figure out how to sneak across the border into Canada where my dear Lucy said she’d wait for me. The porch light came on. I moved into the shadows so the neighbors wouldn’t see me.
“Who is it?” called Kaity.
“Honey? It-it’s Mom. Please open the door!”
Deathly silence for ten long seconds. “Go away.”
“Please, baby!”
She ripped open the door. “What do you want, Mother?”
“Please let me come in before somebody sees!”
After a long stare, my eighteen year old daughter beckoned me in with an impatient wave. As I followed her into the living room she said the cops had called her up to say I’d escaped and to let them know if she heard from me. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t turn in my father-killing perverted mother,” she practically spat.
I hung my head in helplessness and in guilt for other things about our family. Not only did Kaity blame me for her father’s death she’d been humiliated by all that came out at the trial—when I had married Arnold I left my life as a professional dominatrix, but I reclaimed it after he cheated on me. When I later took up with Lucy, it made for a tabloid media circus. Kaity could only see how her reputation was affected and not how I had been subjugated by my husband for most of the marriage.
“Please don’t talk to me like that,” I asked. “Nothing I did was meant to hurt you.”
“Maybe not. But you sure fucked up our whole family, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t kill your father. I know you don’t be—”
“You’re right, I don’t believe it. But even if you didn’t, there was all that perverted stuff. Admit it. You ruined everything.”
“I admit I should have just left him instead of getting back into the dungeon scene to anger him, but what’s done is done,” I said, staring at the floor. “Look, Kaity… all I want is to stay with you a couple of days until I can arrange to leave the country.”
“So I’m supposed to risk going to jail for harboring a fugitive?”
“It wouldn’t be like that. All I—”
Suddenly there was a banging at the door. “LAPD,” came the muffled voice. “Open up!”
I pleaded with my daughter with tearing eyes, shaking my head and mouthing “no.”
She stared at me for a long moment with a look of disgust. “Stay here.”
She strode out to the foyer and opened the door. She managed to sweet-talk the officer into a quick goodbye, telling him she hadn’t seen me since the trial. She also said, “I hope you find that bitch soon.” It hurt to hear with how much conviction she said that.
A moment later she strode back in, holding an envelope. Her features were grim, mixed with sort of a dark glee. “Now that I’m a felon for harboring a fugitive and lying to a police officer, I better get something out of this if you’re going to stay even one more minute. However, I think you had better know something. Apparently that little tramp who worked for Dad didn’t even have the guts to send this directly to you.” She handed it to me.
With dismay and then tears I read the letter from Lucy. She felt terrible for not waiting but she’d met her true love in a lesbian bar and she didn’t want to lie to me while I was locked up. I was sobbing by the time I finished the letter.
For a moment Kaity’s features softened, “Sorry, Mom. I guess you just can’t count on anybody.”
“I guess I-I hoped I could count on you.”
“Fat fucking chance. Looks like you’ve got nobody in the whole world now. I’d probably be doing you a favor, turning you back in. You know you deserve to suffer don’t you?”
“I… I—Ow!” I cried out as she grabbed my hair and pulled my face to hers.
“Don’t you?!” she hissed.
“Y-yes, baby, but… you don’t know how they treated me in there, all of those terrible women. It was more than suffering. It was pointless cruelty. They didn’t care what I did.”
Kaity got a strange look in her eyes. “Maybe you have something there. Maybe it’s better if someone who was actually affected by your actions made you suffer.”
I looked with horror into my eighteen-year-old daughter’s suddenly gleaming eyes, her wicked smile. And yet, why was my clit suddenly tingling? As if I didn’t know. I’d been into the dominance and submission scene long enough to know how erotic the feeling of powerlessness can be in some situations when you know your life and limb aren’t at risk, even if my freedom was.
But she was my daughter!
“S-surely you don’t mean—”
“Why not? You were a professional pervert, a dominatrix. I read up all about it when the truth came out at your trial. I have to say some of it I found kind of exciting. Maybe that would be the best justice of all. A dominatrix made to grovel and suffer at the hands of her own daughter.”
Now my clit was tingling in spite of the shock of hearing my own daughter talk like this. The very aspect of losing power turned me on despite the perversity of the situation. “You couldn’t possibly—”
“I couldn’t? Mom, you have two choices. You submit to me right now or I walk in there and dial nine-one-one.”
I felt the blood drain from my face and I became dizzy. I fell to my knees, but not because I’d planned to. But how could Kaity know that it was shock that took me to my knees instead of lust?
“Very good, Mother. Or should I call you ‘slave’ now? Or ‘slut?’ Either works for me. Now submit to me, you pervo lesbian slut. Say, ‘I will be your slave, Mistress,’ and say it now.”
My mouth worked soundlessly, shaking my head even as my pussy ached erotically at the thought. “That’s blackmail,” I gasped.
“Yes, I know. Consider yourself lucky I’m not just turning you in. Now say it.”
“But… but…”
“Say it now, bitch or I call the cops and you go back to your bull dykes.”
“I will be your slave… Mistress.”
“Glad to hear it,” she said. Then she strode over and ripped open my state-issued cotton workshirt, buttons flying, and tore off my bra, ruining the clasp. “Slaves must earn their clothes. Now strip naked, Mom.”
She must really hate me so much she didn’t even seem to care about the potential incest.
As I stripped off my clothes she went to the wet bar on the wall, took out a bottle of tequila. I wanted to protest she was too young to drink, but then who knew what she’d been doing here since I’d been locked away? She took a huge gulp without gagging, which answered my question. At eighteen my daughter could already hold her liquor.
Five good swigs later she set the bottle down, regarding me, her naked mother, kneeling on the carpet in front of her. Amazingly I could already see the effect the booze was having on her. She was physically only a little tipsy, but the real change was in her expression. The dark, cruel gleam I’d seen earlier now seemed like playful mischief. I suddenly realized she’d inherited at least part of Arnold’s intolerance to liquor. He often underwent a total personality change with enough booze in him. I only hoped Kaity wouldn’t be as mean as he could be.
It was then she unbuckled her thin leather belt and began to slowly circle me. “Y’now,” she slurred slightly, flicking the belt at my shoulder blades and making me gasp at the sudden burning sensation. “I spent a lot of time reading up about perverts like you.” The belt cracked across my tits, nearly hitting my nipples. “I can’t believe some of the sick shit you guys like.” Crack! Now my ass was on fire. “But you know what really surprised me, Mom?” Crack again, an agaonizing hit on my nipples. “Was how excited I got reading it.” She stared me in the eyes. “Y’know?”
Now, even despite the pain, my clit was hard and throbbing, and my pussy felt all squishy. The idea of submitting to my own daughter was turning me on despite myself. Then I decided if I could actually be sexually turned onto to her, I deserved whatever she did to me.
“So now the question remains,” my daughter said, unbuttoning her jeans. “Just how far you’ll go to please me enough to shelter your perverted, criminal ass from the law?”
I felt faint as my daughter pulled off her jeans and panties, thinking how terrible was that part of me that wanted to lick her pussy. But I couldn’t permit that. No matter what I deep down wanted or how far she wanted to go to punish me; it was just wrong. “Baby… we can’t!”
I cried out as she slapped me full across the face. “You will call me Mistress, you slut!”
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” I cried. “But we can’t do this! I’m your mother. You’re my daughter.”
“Read my lips, slave. I… don’t… care!”
“But Mistress, it’s wrong. It’s sick!”
“Hah! A dominatrix—a professional pervert calling something sick. That’s a laugh!”
“But incest… even a dominatrix doesn’t go down on her own daughter.”
I was holding back an important fact from her about the true nature of our relationship, but that didn’t matter if her belief could be used to make her stop this.
“Ha! You think I want you to lick my cunt, you perverted slut of a mother? I bet that’s what you want. No, you’re going to have to lower yourself a lot more than that to stay here.” She spread her feet wide and I watched those delicate, lovely pussylips part. “I have to pee, Mother, and you’re going to drink every last drop. If even a little bit drips onto my clean carpet, I’m calling the cops and you go back to prison.”
I hesitated.
“Put your mouth there because I’m about to start peeing and I’m deadly serious. You’ll pay for even one drop. Five… four… three…”
Instantly I closed my mouth over my daughter’s vulva and pulled a deep breath in through my nostrils. My mouth suddenly filled with her hot, salty piss. I gulped it down as fast as I could, terrified of incurring her wrath and returning to prison. The worst part was, I’d never been so horny in my life.
I told myself over and over she’s not really my daughter. She was Arnold’s not mine, not really. But it didn’t do any good because the technicality cut both ways. That’s when I knew Kaity was right. I was a big pervert and I deserved whatever she did to me.
***
The moment I felt Mom’s mouth on my crotch, I knew I was just as bad as she was. I could have been gracious and just offered to help because she was my mom, no matter how embarrassed I’d been by her during the trial. Or if I wanted to punish her I could have done it without degrading her and especially without turning it sexual, but I think I was just realizing that there was more of her in me than I liked to admit. I probably was a big pervert too, but now that I’d started this I couldn’t let up. I owed it to myself and to her.
Besides I knew something that she had never admitted to me about our true relationship—what she and Dad had both kept from me for eighteen years. Now she was trying to use the lie to control me, to spare herself everything she might imagine I was planning. I began to wonder just how far she’d let me go before she admitted the truth to me. Until then, she was laboring under the assumption that I believed this was true incest. Maybe that made it a little more that way for her—if I thought it was actual incest then that made it more so for her. Maybe that turned her on. I bet if I stuck my finger in her twat it would be gushing wet!
It turned me on to hear the gulping noises as she chugged down my pee. It certainly put her in her place as my slave. No way could she stand up to me now that she’d drunk hot pee right from my pussy. Finally I finished emptying my bladder into my mother’s mouth. I ordered her to lick my labia clean. I shivered with delight as her tongue swept up and down my vulva.
Oh yes, I was as bad as she was, and the truth was I had been for a long time. But I couldn’t think about that right now. I had to gain full control while the taste of my piss was still in her mouth.
“Mmmm, my mommy is a good cunt-licker,” I said in a mocking tone. “What a fucking lesbo, licking her own daughter’s twat. You love licking your girl’s pussy, don’t you, slut?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Yes who, Mommy?”
“Yes, Mistress. May… may I please beg a favor, Mistress?” she asked as I picked up the tequila bottle and chugged down a good three ounces.
“What, Mommy?”
“Please don’t call me that, Mistress.”
“You mean don’t call you ‘Mommy?’ Is that what you mean, Mommy?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Too fucking bad, Mommy. You need to be reminded this is incest, lesbian incest that you’re loving, and I know you’re loving it. You’re not getting off the hook for that, Mom. Now say, ‘I’m a pervert.’ “ I took one more tiny swig and set the bottle down. I finished stripping naked, the nipples on my firm C-cup breasts had grown hard with excitement.
“I’m a pervert, Mistress.”
“I’m a pervert who wants to fuck her own daughter.”
“I’m a pervert who wants to fuck her own daughter, Mistress.”
Oh, I knew I was right. I saw how her eyes were shining. This slut my father married really was a perverted cunt. But then, by allowing the lie live into this new relationship, wasn’t I almost as kinky? No, it was her fault. She could end it whenever she wanted. But it appeared she was going to continue trying to use the lie to control me. Until she admitted it, I would lay it on thick.
“So then fuck me with your tongue, Mommy.” I sat on the edge of the sofa, and spread wide my firm tanned thighs, felt my glistening cuntlips opening to her. “Since my mom was such a good slave and drank all of my piss, she deserves a reward. So lick my pussy, Mommy!”
The words seemed to immediately spur her to dive onto my tingling crotch, her mouth covering my entire slit, her tongue lapping my pussy as eagerly as a dog. I considered that I should buy her a dog collar tomorrow. With all the money from Dad’s estate, I could buy my mother-slave the sexiest lingerie, the most expensive English latex and every sex and BDSM toy imaginable. It was only early July and college didn’t start for another two months. With finances all taken care of, I could devote myself to taking my slutty mom down paths that neither she nor I could have ever imagined. It was so right to show her what a pervo she was, and I owed it to myself as a consolation for losing my normal family and becoming a joke to everyone.
The desperate whimpering sounds Mom made as she licked my vaginal folds bespoke a woman far gone in her lust. I’ll bet the slut’s pussy was good and juicy! I might have to do something about that. A sudden wave of lust rushed over me and I grabbed the back of Mom’s head to steady myself, mashing her lips into my pussy. I guessed I was a little bit drunk!
“Finger my cunt hole,” I heard myself say as Mom nuzzled my clit.
Her finger easily slid into my creamy twat, and I gasped with pleasure. She immediately found what I had heard was the location of most women’s G-spot, the front vaginal wall an inch or two in. Before I knew it my hips were bucking against her face.
“I’m cumming, Mommy, I’m cumming!” I cried as waves of tingling pleasure rippling from my scalp to my toenails. Suddenly I was damp down there—I’d just gushed pussy juice. I was a squirter!
“Oh, baby, oh baby,” I heard my mother say as she lapped up my fluids. I was too far in ecstasy to scold her for forgetting “Mistress.”
Now I was horny as hell as well as feeling totally wicked. I ordered my mom to lay her breasts and tummy across the back of the sofa, her legs spread wide. The view from behind was beautiful: my mother’s cuntlips spread wide open and dripping, her pink puckered asshole open to me as well. Oh, would I ever show her what a slut she really was!
My index finger slid into Mom’s juicing cooze so easily, causing her to gasp her intense pleasure. I watched her shudder and moan as my middle finger joined her index finger, the horny bitch. With my free hand I reached under to feel my mother’s tits, found her nipples rock hard with excitement. It was so exciting to listen to her whimper and beg for me to pinch those nipples.
Still finger-fucking Mom, I lay my naked tits on her back so I could comfortable reach both areas, and I took her left nipple between my left thumb and forefinger. I squeezed it gently at first and then hard and harder until she cried out with both pain and pleasure. I switched to the other nipple, fucking Mom’s cunt even harder with two fingers.
“Oh, fuck me Kaity—Mistress, I mean!” she cried.
“You can call me Kaity until you cum, Mom,” I said.
Suddenly I had a new wicked idea. I pulled my fingers from Mom’s clenching twat, smiling as she moaned in frustration but had the sense not to protest. With her slick cunt juices, I lubed up the outside of her asshole, causing her to moan again. As I slowly started to push my wet index finger into her butt, I ran into dryness.
“This will have to be dealt with, Mom. You’re all dry there.”
I brought my index finger to her lips and ordered her to suck it, to get it good and slippery with her spit. It pushed at lot more easily into her ass, but not all the way, so I pulled it out and stuck it her face again. I was thrilled to think of what I was going to do next.
Now my finger slid easily up into my mom’s rectum, where I probed her for a moment before I pulled it out and then stuck it in her face again. “Suck your own ass juice off my finger, Mommy.”
“Oh, baby!”
The look in her eyes, a mixture of dismay and eager lust was almost pathetic, and at the same time it turned me on so much. Then I felt my mom’s hot wet mouth close over my finger and began to readily suck it, whimpering with abandon yet again. Oh, my mother was such a nasty pervert, I had to love her for it! Finally after repeating this several more times, her asshole was a slippery as her cunt.
“You love this, don’t you, Mom?”
“Yes, Mistress! Yes!”
I inserted my middle finger back into her twat hole while I continued to finger-bang her anal tunnel. After only three minutes my mom had a shattering orgasm, probably at least partly brought on by the reality of being her own daughter’s new fuck toy—and by my total power over her.
Just so Mom didn’t forget her place, I allowed her to dress only in one of my G-strings while she made us a pasta dinner. I put her food in a bowl on the kitchen floor and ordered her not to use her hands. It was fun eating at the kitchen table while I watched Mom eat like a dog on the floor. Yes, that collar would be the first thing I bought tomorrow.
***
I awoke at 8AM after sleeping on the carpeted floor at the foot of the bed like a dog. My daughter said I might eventually earn my way to sleeping on the mattress with her. Again, practically nude in only a thong, I fixed a meal and again ate from a bowl on the floor. The dominatrix in me hated to admit that deep down I loved my degradation, the way that Kaity was treating me.
For whatever reason I kept going back and forth between being jusitifably proud of my earlier dominatrix profession and feeling embarrassed by it, as if Kaity’s dominating me made me question all of my sexual beliefs. And yet I still couldn’t help be turned on not only by being a debased slave but also being a sex slave to my daughter, my own daughter.
“No, she’s not your actual daughter,” I reminded myself.
I had to gain control of my fantasies that kept trying to make more of this than it was. If I didn’t pull out of this kinky quicksand I was sinking into I might actually forget the true nature of our relationship and my fantasy would make this feel like true incest for me, like it must seem to her. That’s what surprised me the most, that she was keeping this going.
The more I considered it, the more I had trouble believing she was doing this. Kaity didn’t know the truth, couldn’t know the truth, so how could she permit herself to have forbidden incestuous sex with the woman who she believed to be her actual birth mother? How could this eighteen year old I had raised have become such a terrible deviant to break that huge taboo?
The truth was, before I’d married him Arnold’s first wife was declared incompetent and he got Kaity. When he and I were married seventeen and a half years ago, I had legally adopted Kaity and raised her as her mother. Except for my genetics I’d been all the mother anyone could be. I was her mommy. So how was it that Kaity could allow this to happen?
How could she find it in herself to have sex with the woman she thought of as her real mother?
“No,” I said under my breath as I washed the breakast dishes, sweating over the steamy sink and naked save my thong, “that’s not the question. How can you be so turned on by sex with this barely legal girl who believes she’s really your biological daughter?”
Moments later I felt her behind me. “Keep doing the dishes,” she ordered.
I felt her slide the thong down my long, tanned legs, lifting my foot when she ordered me to so she could pull it off. Her young hands grasped my ankles and encouraged me to spread my legs. Right away I felt the kitchen air on my vulva as my major labia parted. I gasped as my daughter’s hand grabbed the underside of my asscheeks, felt her middle finger slide past my asshole and into the juicy moistness of my already horny pussy.
I couldn’t believe it, just standing there naked and doing dishes I was already horny for Kaity. I whimpered as she fingerfucked me with increasing passion. She tightly took my hair in her free hand and hotly, harshly whispered in my ear to keep doing the dishes. As excited by her hand in my cunt as I was by her taking control, it was everything I could do not to melt into my teenage daughter as she sent wave after wave of pleasure radiating out from my crotch. I moaned like a slut in heat.
“Oh, I love the sound of you so excited, Mommy.”
“Please don’t call me that, bayb—Mistress.”
“I think my mother doesn’t want to take responsibility for loving sex with her grownup daughter.”
“It’s wrong, Kaity. You know it’s wrong,” I moaned in as much pleasure as guilt.
“And so is murdering your husband. And fucking his female secretary to get back at him. And being a professional pervert with your whips and chains.”
It felt like she wasn’t really sincere about that last part, like she’d only said it to hurt me, which it did. And I knew it was a defense mechanism. As for Lucy… well, she had me there. But not even the killing—and I knew I was innocent of that crime—was justification for this virtual incest. So I had to wonder how she could do this.
The truth was, I couldn’t help being turned on by her finger fucking my dripping hole. Already the tingle was building in me, spurred by the extreme degradation of being finger fucked by my daughter as I stood here naked and doing the dishes. Before long my horniness began to drown out the truth.
“You love being sexually molested by your Kaity,” my passion told me. “You want to be lesbian lovers with your own teenage daughter, you kinky slut.” My cries and groans reached a fever pitch, so far gone in my fantasy I’d lost sight of the truth.
When the orgasm hit me, my knees began to buckle and so I grabbed the edge of the sink to keep from falling. The intensity of my climax was so huge I couldn’t hold myself up any further. I lowered myself to my knees, delighted and dismayed that Kaity kept her finger in my cunt the whole time, continuing to fuck me even as my body spasmed in ecstasy, giving me multiple orgasms.
I was so dizzy I lowered my head to the kitchen floor, my forearms and widely-spread knees supporting me as I surrendered my body to my girl. I arched my back, raising my ass in the air, thrilled to feel Kaity easily slide a second finger into my flowing quim. She called me “Mommy” again and told me in a shaking, panting voice how turned on she was by making her sexy mother cum, how proud she was to be a perverted slut “just like Mommy.”
Then I felt hot breath on my asshole followed by her teenage tongue briefly teasing the puckered swirl of anal flesh, before dribbling spit on it. She fingered my asshole and my twat at the same time, all the while calling me “Mommy” and confessing for how long she wanted to do this to me. Feeling Kaity’s finger stroke my sphincter muscle, a second explosion of bliss coursed through me.
As my orgasm wore off, the guilt of my perversion began to overpower everything other thought. Technicality or not; this felt as bad as true incest because I had willingly turned it into true incest in my fantasy. Even worse I’d allowed her to assume it was. Before long the remorse had me weeping, then crying. I collapsed the rest of the way to the linoleum floor and began sobbing.
A moment later I felt Kaity’s hand stroking my hair and shooshing me. “Are you crying because you’re having sex with your daughter?” she asked softly.
“Y-yes… N-no. I mean…”
“Don’t worry, Helen. I know.”
“Helen?”
“That is your name, isn’t it?”
“Yes, but—”
“The name of the woman who married my father?” She gently took my chin and pointed my gaze into hers. “The name of the woman who adopted me when I was a baby?”
“H-how… Wh-who..?”
“Mr. Gulder.”
“Arnold’s vice president?”
“He thought I’d be better off knowing my real mom was a druggie, which he thought was better than believing my real mom is a murderer and a professional dominatrix.”
“You knew all along,” I said, shaking my head with wonder.
“Yup. I like the way you tried to use it to keep me from having my way with you.”
“I-I’m still your mother.”
“Not as far as I’m concerned. I’m an adult now so your adoption doesn’t mean shit, legally. The lawyers have already dissolved any claim you could ever have to any of his estate. You have nothing except my charity, and that’s only because I’ve always wondered what it might be like to have my very own slave. A perverted slut I could do whatever I want to… Mommy.”
My eyes filled and face burned with shame. “Why even tell me you knew? Spare my feelings?”
“I’d say the game was getting old but to be honest I’m getting a kick out of calling you ‘Mom’ when I’m fucking you. I may not have your genetics but I guess I’m still as much of a pervert.”
I shook my head, feeling so helpless. “Yes, Mistress.”
“All that aside, I guess I was feeling a little guilty about your feelings.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“Now, go wash off your face, go do your makeup, real sexy. And then report back here. Fast.”
Five minutes later I knelt in front of my daughter-mistress. Blood relations or not, I had raised her as her mother—which she explained was why she would continue to call me “Mom” and “Mommy” even when my face was between her legs—so it was hard to think of her any other way. She refused to allow me to wear anything but that sheer G-string, saying she loved seeing my sexy body so naked. She handed me a list of housecleaning chores which I began to perform while she watched my perspiration-sheened body glide about my chores.
While I dusted in the living room, Katie lay on the big sofa and hiked her dress above her large, lovely breasts. She wore no panties, so when she parted her knees those tight, fresh cuntlips spread wide open. She locked eyes with me and fingered herself. I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
“I think Mommy loves to see her baby masturbate. Do you love your sweet daughter’s pussy?”
“Yes, Mistress.” No point in denying it. She knew I lusted after her.
“Maybe if you’re a good housecleaner, slave. Maybe I’ll piss and then let you lick me clean. Would you like that… Mommy?”
“Yes, Mistress.” I don’t what I hated more, that she was being so mean or that I loved the idea of being so degraded by the girl I’d raised. One thing was for sure: she was loving this.
“Good. I’m going out shopping. I expect you to finish the housecleaning list before I get back. If you don’t finish it or if you do a bad job, I’ll just have to put you over my knee… Mom.”
I dove into the housework as if my life depended upon it.
Three hours later she was back with bags from Victoria’s Secret, Hustler Hollywood, The Pleasure Chest and the Stockroom, the last two being BDSM stores. She immediate dug into the Stockroom bag for a jeweled, locking slave collar and put it on me. While she fastened the collar I saw that there was also a bag from a trendy beauty salon. She said that for safety’s sake she was going to change my appearance, starting with my hair and skin.
“But first, inspection time. Follow me on your hands and knees.”
Like a dog I followed her from room to room, still wearing nothing but a thong. My clit tingled from being subservient to this sexy teenager I had raised her whole life. I don’t know if having a dominatrix temperment is something you’re born with or if you can pick up the attitude from those around you, but Kaity oozed that naturally dominant aura. God help me, I wanted to submit to her.
After she’d inspected all the rooms she gave me a favorable nod and then jerked her thumb toward the living room. Scrambling as fast as I could on my hands and knees I followed Kaity out and then knelt in front of her, looking hopefully up into her face. Thank goodness she seemed satisfied with my work. I didn’t want to find out how hard she could spank me.
“Not bad, Mom,” she said, gesturing around. “It looks like you got everything done.”
I smiled at her, grateful for her praise. Then a look crept into her eyes that scared me.
“Now all I need to do is find out how good a job you did.”
Though we’d been able to afford a housecleaner when we were a family, I had usually just done the cleaning myself, so I knew the house inside and out. I knew how to clean it very well and I drew very heavily on that knowedge while I toiled during Kaity’s shopping trip. I was confident my work would pass muster. Then my sphincter squeezed shut when I saw her run her finger atop the door frame that led to the kitchen. That was strictly a quarterly cleaing item. How could she—
“Uh-oh, Mommy,” Kaity said, shaking her head as she looked at her dusty fingertip.
She had me pull out one of the leather upholstered dining room chairs and set it in the middle of the living room so that the arm of the sofa would be within my reach when I lay across her lap. She stripped down to her panties and bra—“I don’t want our sweat to get all over my clothes”—before she took the seat and ordered me to lay across her eighteen-year-old thighs. I clutched the sofa arm and braced myself. She told me she’d think up something truly terrible to do to me if I fell off or tried to get up.
At first she tenderly stroked my naked asscheeks the way a young girl might carress a kitten, the sweep of her palm becoming more and more firm. My daughter’s hand felt so good on my ass, so loving, I began to hold out hope that she wouldn’t hurt me. The warmth built up in my pelvic floor as her sweet massage continued until I felt my cunt began to tingle. I couldn’t help the pleasurable sigh that escaped my lips.
“Feel good, Mommy?” Kaity asked softly, as if to a lover.
“Mmmmm…yes, baby,” I said, forgetting in my pleasure to call her “Mistress.”
“That’s good, Mommy. I want you to love it. Just like I want you to come to love this.”
And with that she hit my right asscheek so hard with her open palm I knew it had to leave a red handprint. I shrieked as much in surprise as pain. For the next five minutes, and I don’t know how she did it without hurting her hand, my daughter rained on my ass an openhanded spanking that had me weeping after the first minute.
Right about when I thought I couldn’t endure one more second of the smarting fire that was my asscheeks, Kaity announced, “My hand is starting to hurt.”
I sighed in relief.
I felt her shift in the chair, reaching down to the Huster Hollywood bag I just remembered she’d set there. Twenty seconds later I heard a sharp crack and looked back in terror to see Kaity holding a black leather paddle, the kind reinforced by flexible wood and with large holes drilled into it to cut the air resistance so it caused maximum pain. I’d used such toys in my dominatrix work.
“N-no, baby, please,” I whispered, my fearful tears flowing.
“Who?”
“Mistress! Mistress! Please, no!”
“Too bad, Mommy. You’ve been a bad girl.”
The first blow made me scream, rewarding my with a fierce tug of my hair. “Shut up, slave! Control yourself. Otherwise I’ll use the dildo gag I bought and I will make this far worse. I’ll paddle you until you bleed. Understand, Mom?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I moaned, tears of self-pity running down my face.
In less than five minutes my ass had grown numb and yet each blow still hurt on some level. Thank goodness I was at least super-high from the endorphins and adrenaline, so the pain wasn’t the torture it could have been, but I was so limp with exhaustion and submission I’d lost the will to fight. I just lay there across my daughter’s lap and accepted her punishment. I felt wetness below me and I realized I so deeply surrendered I’d lost control of my bladder. I had peed myself and my daughter’s lap and the deep pile carpet. At least the chair was sealed leather that wouldn’t stain.
To my surprise, Kaity wasn’t mad. She even chuckled. “I guess that means you’ve had enough. Maybe you should be calling me, ‘Mommy,’ little baby.”
“P-please, Mistress,” I moaned, blushing terribly.
“I’m sorry, Mom. That was mean. Look, take a few minutes to get yourself together, then go get the stuff to clean all that up. Then meet me in the bedroom after it’s done.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I said, climbing off her lap and kneeling on the floor.
Kaity picked up the bags and headed into the bedroom, pausing on her way out the room. “I have a feeling I won’t have to inspct your work much longer, will I, Mommy?”
“No, Mistress.”
“Can you think of why else I beat you like that, Mom?”
That was easy to answer. “To assert your authority and make me even more your slave…Mistress. And… and I…”
“Out with it, Mother.”
“Thank you, Mistress Kaity, for making me truly feel like I belong to you.”
“You’re welcome, Mom.”
That’s… that’s long…
und and marveled how many hundreds of times I’d stood on this porch after a good jog through the Hollywood hills just up Sunset Boulevard, doing my cool-down stretches before I went inside to shower, then prepare breakfast for my husband and teenaged daughter, Kaity. That seemed like another life right now.
So much had happened over the last year, starting when Arnold—my husband and Kaity’s father—was murdered and I was charged for it. I know I didn’t kill him, but I had to admit in court that I didn’t remember all of the events of that evening. I was sure I’d been drugged but I couldn’t prove that nor could I prove the real truth, so the district attorney was able to depict me as a cold, murdering bitch. What hurt most was that my beautiful, eighteen-year-old Kaity believed the DA over me. She probably still hated me, so I might be a fool to ask her for help now.
The reason I was convicted was a strong, apparent motive. Not only had Arnold become a rotten husband, I learned he was fucking his personal assistant, Lucy, so I’d decided on a divorce. Ironically when Lucy came to me to apologize we ended up in bed and soon fell in love—an affair the DA used to hang me with. I had no evidence in my favor; because of some highly improbable and unprovable circumstances, the home security video contained only an empty memory card, so there was no record of what really happened. I was convicted of second degree murder and sentenced to fifteen years at women’s prison ninety minutes away.
Being a former cheerleader, the bull dykes immediately began raping me. By then I’d given up hope of ever clearing my name, so when I got a chance to join in an escape I went with it. Six of us managed to get out, and at least three were still on the loose. And now, standing here on the porch, all I could hope was that Kaity would shelter me until I could figure out how to sneak across the border into Canada where my dear Lucy said she’d wait for me. The porch light came on. I moved into the shadows so the neighbors wouldn’t see me.
“Who is it?” called Kaity.
“Honey? It-it’s Mom. Please open the door!”
Deathly silence for ten long seconds. “Go away.”
“Please, baby!”
She ripped open the door. “What do you want, Mother?”
“Please let me come in before somebody sees!”
After a long stare, my eighteen year old daughter beckoned me in with an impatient wave. As I followed her into the living room she said the cops had called her up to say I’d escaped and to let them know if she heard from me. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t turn in my father-killing perverted mother,” she practically spat.
I hung my head in helplessness and in guilt for other things about our family. Not only did Kaity blame me for her father’s death she’d been humiliated by all that came out at the trial—when I had married Arnold I left my life as a professional dominatrix, but I reclaimed it after he cheated on me. When I later took up with Lucy, it made for a tabloid media circus. Kaity could only see how her reputation was affected and not how I had been subjugated by my husband for most of the marriage.
“Please don’t talk to me like that,” I asked. “Nothing I did was meant to hurt you.”
“Maybe not. But you sure fucked up our whole family, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t kill your father. I know you don’t be—”
“You’re right, I don’t believe it. But even if you didn’t, there was all that perverted stuff. Admit it. You ruined everything.”
“I admit I should have just left him instead of getting back into the dungeon scene to anger him, but what’s done is done,” I said, staring at the floor. “Look, Kaity… all I want is to stay with you a couple of days until I can arrange to leave the country.”
“So I’m supposed to risk going to jail for harboring a fugitive?”
“It wouldn’t be like that. All I—”
Suddenly there was a banging at the door. “LAPD,” came the muffled voice. “Open up!”
I pleaded with my daughter with tearing eyes, shaking my head and mouthing “no.”
She stared at me for a long moment with a look of disgust. “Stay here.”
She strode out to the foyer and opened the door. She managed to sweet-talk the officer into a quick goodbye, telling him she hadn’t seen me since the trial. She also said, “I hope you find that bitch soon.” It hurt to hear with how much conviction she said that.
A moment later she strode back in, holding an envelope. Her features were grim, mixed with sort of a dark glee. “Now that I’m a felon for harboring a fugitive and lying to a police officer, I better get something out of this if you’re going to stay even one more minute. However, I think you had better know something. Apparently that little tramp who worked for Dad didn’t even have the guts to send this directly to you.” She handed it to me.
With dismay and then tears I read the letter from Lucy. She felt terrible for not waiting but she’d met her true love in a lesbian bar and she didn’t want to lie to me while I was locked up. I was sobbing by the time I finished the letter.
For a moment Kaity’s features softened, “Sorry, Mom. I guess you just can’t count on anybody.”
“I guess I-I hoped I could count on you.”
“Fat fucking chance. Looks like you’ve got nobody in the whole world now. I’d probably be doing you a favor, turning you back in. You know you deserve to suffer don’t you?”
“I… I—Ow!” I cried out as she grabbed my hair and pulled my face to hers.
“Don’t you?!” she hissed.
“Y-yes, baby, but… you don’t know how they treated me in there, all of those terrible women. It was more than suffering. It was pointless cruelty. They didn’t care what I did.”
Kaity got a strange look in her eyes. “Maybe you have something there. Maybe it’s better if someone who was actually affected by your actions made you suffer.”
I looked with horror into my eighteen-year-old daughter’s suddenly gleaming eyes, her wicked smile. And yet, why was my clit suddenly tingling? As if I didn’t know. I’d been into the dominance and submission scene long enough to know how erotic the feeling of powerlessness can be in some situations when you know your life and limb aren’t at risk, even if my freedom was.
But she was my daughter!
“S-surely you don’t mean—”
“Why not? You were a professional pervert, a dominatrix. I read up all about it when the truth came out at your trial. I have to say some of it I found kind of exciting. Maybe that would be the best justice of all. A dominatrix made to grovel and suffer at the hands of her own daughter.”
Now my clit was tingling in spite of the shock of hearing my own daughter talk like this. The very aspect of losing power turned me on despite the perversity of the situation. “You couldn’t possibly—”
“I couldn’t? Mom, you have two choices. You submit to me right now or I walk in there and dial nine-one-one.”
I felt the blood drain from my face and I became dizzy. I fell to my knees, but not because I’d planned to. But how could Kaity know that it was shock that took me to my knees instead of lust?
“Very good, Mother. Or should I call you ‘slave’ now? Or ‘slut?’ Either works for me. Now submit to me, you pervo lesbian slut. Say, ‘I will be your slave, Mistress,’ and say it now.”
My mouth worked soundlessly, shaking my head even as my pussy ached erotically at the thought. “That’s blackmail,” I gasped.
“Yes, I know. Consider yourself lucky I’m not just turning you in. Now say it.”
“But… but…”
“Say it now, bitch or I call the cops and you go back to your bull dykes.”
“I will be your slave… Mistress.”
“Glad to hear it,” she said. Then she strode over and ripped open my state-issued cotton workshirt, buttons flying, and tore off my bra, ruining the clasp. “Slaves must earn their clothes. Now strip naked, Mom.”
She must really hate me so much she didn’t even seem to care about the potential incest.
As I stripped off my clothes she went to the wet bar on the wall, took out a bottle of tequila. I wanted to protest she was too young to drink, but then who knew what she’d been doing here since I’d been locked away? She took a huge gulp without gagging, which answered my question. At eighteen my daughter could already hold her liquor.
Five good swigs later she set the bottle down, regarding me, her naked mother, kneeling on the carpet in front of her. Amazingly I could already see the effect the booze was having on her. She was physically only a little tipsy, but the real change was in her expression. The dark, cruel gleam I’d seen earlier now seemed like playful mischief. I suddenly realized she’d inherited at least part of Arnold’s intolerance to liquor. He often underwent a total personality change with enough booze in him. I only hoped Kaity wouldn’t be as mean as he could be.
It was then she unbuckled her thin leather belt and began to slowly circle me. “Y’now,” she slurred slightly, flicking the belt at my shoulder blades and making me gasp at the sudden burning sensation. “I spent a lot of time reading up about perverts like you.” The belt cracked across my tits, nearly hitting my nipples. “I can’t believe some of the sick shit you guys like.” Crack! Now my ass was on fire. “But you know what really surprised me, Mom?” Crack again, an agaonizing hit on my nipples. “Was how excited I got reading it.” She stared me in the eyes. “Y’know?”
Now, even despite the pain, my clit was hard and throbbing, and my pussy felt all squishy. The idea of submitting to my own daughter was turning me on despite myself. Then I decided if I could actually be sexually turned onto to her, I deserved whatever she did to me.
“So now the question remains,” my daughter said, unbuttoning her jeans. “Just how far you’ll go to please me enough to shelter your perverted, criminal ass from the law?”
I felt faint as my daughter pulled off her jeans and panties, thinking how terrible was that part of me that wanted to lick her pussy. But I couldn’t permit that. No matter what I deep down wanted or how far she wanted to go to punish me; it was just wrong. “Baby… we can’t!”
I cried out as she slapped me full across the face. “You will call me Mistress, you slut!”
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” I cried. “But we can’t do this! I’m your mother. You’re my daughter.”
“Read my lips, slave. I… don’t… care!”
“But Mistress, it’s wrong. It’s sick!”
“Hah! A dominatrix—a professional pervert calling something sick. That’s a laugh!”
“But incest… even a dominatrix doesn’t go down on her own daughter.”
I was holding back an important fact from her about the true nature of our relationship, but that didn’t matter if her belief could be used to make her stop this.
“Ha! You think I want you to lick my cunt, you perverted slut of a mother? I bet that’s what you want. No, you’re going to have to lower yourself a lot more than that to stay here.” She spread her feet wide and I watched those delicate, lovely pussylips part. “I have to pee, Mother, and you’re going to drink every last drop. If even a little bit drips onto my clean carpet, I’m calling the cops and you go back to prison.”
I hesitated.
“Put your mouth there because I’m about to start peeing and I’m deadly serious. You’ll pay for even one drop. Five… four… three…”
Instantly I closed my mouth over my daughter’s vulva and pulled a deep breath in through my nostrils. My mouth suddenly filled with her hot, salty piss. I gulped it down as fast as I could, terrified of incurring her wrath and returning to prison. The worst part was, I’d never been so horny in my life.
I told myself over and over she’s not really my daughter. She was Arnold’s not mine, not really. But it didn’t do any good because the technicality cut both ways. That’s when I knew Kaity was right. I was a big pervert and I deserved whatever she did to me.
***
The moment I felt Mom’s mouth on my crotch, I knew I was just as bad as she was. I could have been gracious and just offered to help because she was my mom, no matter how embarrassed I’d been by her during the trial. Or if I wanted to punish her I could have done it without degrading her and especially without turning it sexual, but I think I was just realizing that there was more of her in me than I liked to admit. I probably was a big pervert too, but now that I’d started this I couldn’t let up. I owed it to myself and to her.
Besides I knew something that she had never admitted to me about our true relationship—what she and Dad had both kept from me for eighteen years. Now she was trying to use the lie to control me, to spare herself everything she might imagine I was planning. I began to wonder just how far she’d let me go before she admitted the truth to me. Until then, she was laboring under the assumption that I believed this was true incest. Maybe that made it a little more that way for her—if I thought it was actual incest then that made it more so for her. Maybe that turned her on. I bet if I stuck my finger in her twat it would be gushing wet!
It turned me on to hear the gulping noises as she chugged down my pee. It certainly put her in her place as my slave. No way could she stand up to me now that she’d drunk hot pee right from my pussy. Finally I finished emptying my bladder into my mother’s mouth. I ordered her to lick my labia clean. I shivered with delight as her tongue swept up and down my vulva.
Oh yes, I was as bad as she was, and the truth was I had been for a long time. But I couldn’t think about that right now. I had to gain full control while the taste of my piss was still in her mouth.
“Mmmm, my mommy is a good cunt-licker,” I said in a mocking tone. “What a fucking lesbo, licking her own daughter’s twat. You love licking your girl’s pussy, don’t you, slut?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Yes who, Mommy?”
“Yes, Mistress. May… may I please beg a favor, Mistress?” she asked as I picked up the tequila bottle and chugged down a good three ounces.
“What, Mommy?”
“Please don’t call me that, Mistress.”
“You mean don’t call you ‘Mommy?’ Is that what you mean, Mommy?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Too fucking bad, Mommy. You need to be reminded this is incest, lesbian incest that you’re loving, and I know you’re loving it. You’re not getting off the hook for that, Mom. Now say, ‘I’m a pervert.’ “ I took one more tiny swig and set the bottle down. I finished stripping naked, the nipples on my firm C-cup breasts had grown hard with excitement.
“I’m a pervert, Mistress.”
“I’m a pervert who wants to fuck her own daughter.”
“I’m a pervert who wants to fuck her own daughter, Mistress.”
Oh, I knew I was right. I saw how her eyes were shining. This slut my father married really was a perverted cunt. But then, by allowing the lie live into this new relationship, wasn’t I almost as kinky? No, it was her fault. She could end it whenever she wanted. But it appeared she was going to continue trying to use the lie to control me. Until she admitted it, I would lay it on thick.
“So then fuck me with your tongue, Mommy.” I sat on the edge of the sofa, and spread wide my firm tanned thighs, felt my glistening cuntlips opening to her. “Since my mom was such a good slave and drank all of my piss, she deserves a reward. So lick my pussy, Mommy!”
The words seemed to immediately spur her to dive onto my tingling crotch, her mouth covering my entire slit, her tongue lapping my pussy as eagerly as a dog. I considered that I should buy her a dog collar tomorrow. With all the money from Dad’s estate, I could buy my mother-slave the sexiest lingerie, the most expensive English latex and every sex and BDSM toy imaginable. It was only early July and college didn’t start for another two months. With finances all taken care of, I could devote myself to taking my slutty mom down paths that neither she nor I could have ever imagined. It was so right to show her what a pervo she was, and I owed it to myself as a consolation for losing my normal family and becoming a joke to everyone.
The desperate whimpering sounds Mom made as she licked my vaginal folds bespoke a woman far gone in her lust. I’ll bet the slut’s pussy was good and juicy! I might have to do something about that. A sudden wave of lust rushed over me and I grabbed the back of Mom’s head to steady myself, mashing her lips into my pussy. I guessed I was a little bit drunk!
“Finger my cunt hole,” I heard myself say as Mom nuzzled my clit.
Her finger easily slid into my creamy twat, and I gasped with pleasure. She immediately found what I had heard was the location of most women’s G-spot, the front vaginal wall an inch or two in. Before I knew it my hips were bucking against her face.
“I’m cumming, Mommy, I’m cumming!” I cried as waves of tingling pleasure rippling from my scalp to my toenails. Suddenly I was damp down there—I’d just gushed pussy juice. I was a squirter!
“Oh, baby, oh baby,” I heard my mother say as she lapped up my fluids. I was too far in ecstasy to scold her for forgetting “Mistress.”
Now I was horny as hell as well as feeling totally wicked. I ordered my mom to lay her breasts and tummy across the back of the sofa, her legs spread wide. The view from behind was beautiful: my mother’s cuntlips spread wide open and dripping, her pink puckered asshole open to me as well. Oh, would I ever show her what a slut she really was!
My index finger slid into Mom’s juicing cooze so easily, causing her to gasp her intense pleasure. I watched her shudder and moan as my middle finger joined her index finger, the horny bitch. With my free hand I reached under to feel my mother’s tits, found her nipples rock hard with excitement. It was so exciting to listen to her whimper and beg for me to pinch those nipples.
Still finger-fucking Mom, I lay my naked tits on her back so I could comfortable reach both areas, and I took her left nipple between my left thumb and forefinger. I squeezed it gently at first and then hard and harder until she cried out with both pain and pleasure. I switched to the other nipple, fucking Mom’s cunt even harder with two fingers.
“Oh, fuck me Kaity—Mistress, I mean!” she cried.
“You can call me Kaity until you cum, Mom,” I said.
Suddenly I had a new wicked idea. I pulled my fingers from Mom’s clenching twat, smiling as she moaned in frustration but had the sense not to protest. With her slick cunt juices, I lubed up the outside of her asshole, causing her to moan again. As I slowly started to push my wet index finger into her butt, I ran into dryness.
“This will have to be dealt with, Mom. You’re all dry there.”
I brought my index finger to her lips and ordered her to suck it, to get it good and slippery with her spit. It pushed at lot more easily into her ass, but not all the way, so I pulled it out and stuck it her face again. I was thrilled to think of what I was going to do next.
Now my finger slid easily up into my mom’s rectum, where I probed her for a moment before I pulled it out and then stuck it in her face again. “Suck your own ass juice off my finger, Mommy.”
“Oh, baby!”
The look in her eyes, a mixture of dismay and eager lust was almost pathetic, and at the same time it turned me on so much. Then I felt my mom’s hot wet mouth close over my finger and began to readily suck it, whimpering with abandon yet again. Oh, my mother was such a nasty pervert, I had to love her for it! Finally after repeating this several more times, her asshole was a slippery as her cunt.
“You love this, don’t you, Mom?”
“Yes, Mistress! Yes!”
I inserted my middle finger back into her twat hole while I continued to finger-bang her anal tunnel. After only three minutes my mom had a shattering orgasm, probably at least partly brought on by the reality of being her own daughter’s new fuck toy—and by my total power over her.
Just so Mom didn’t forget her place, I allowed her to dress only in one of my G-strings while she made us a pasta dinner. I put her food in a bowl on the kitchen floor and ordered her not to use her hands. It was fun eating at the kitchen table while I watched Mom eat like a dog on the floor. Yes, that collar would be the first thing I bought tomorrow.
***
I awoke at 8AM after sleeping on the carpeted floor at the foot of the bed like a dog. My daughter said I might eventually earn my way to sleeping on the mattress with her. Again, practically nude in only a thong, I fixed a meal and again ate from a bowl on the floor. The dominatrix in me hated to admit that deep down I loved my degradation, the way that Kaity was treating me.
For whatever reason I kept going back and forth between being jusitifably proud of my earlier dominatrix profession and feeling embarrassed by it, as if Kaity’s dominating me made me question all of my sexual beliefs. And yet I still couldn’t help be turned on not only by being a debased slave but also being a sex slave to my daughter, my own daughter.
“No, she’s not your actual daughter,” I reminded myself.
I had to gain control of my fantasies that kept trying to make more of this than it was. If I didn’t pull out of this kinky quicksand I was sinking into I might actually forget the true nature of our relationship and my fantasy would make this feel like true incest for me, like it must seem to her. That’s what surprised me the most, that she was keeping this going.
The more I considered it, the more I had trouble believing she was doing this. Kaity didn’t know the truth, couldn’t know the truth, so how could she permit herself to have forbidden incestuous sex with the woman who she believed to be her actual birth mother? How could this eighteen year old I had raised have become such a terrible deviant to break that huge taboo?
The truth was, before I’d married him Arnold’s first wife was declared incompetent and he got Kaity. When he and I were married seventeen and a half years ago, I had legally adopted Kaity and raised her as her mother. Except for my genetics I’d been all the mother anyone could be. I was her mommy. So how was it that Kaity could allow this to happen?
How could she find it in herself to have sex with the woman she thought of as her real mother?
“No,” I said under my breath as I washed the breakast dishes, sweating over the steamy sink and naked save my thong, “that’s not the question. How can you be so turned on by sex with this barely legal girl who believes she’s really your biological daughter?”
Moments later I felt her behind me. “Keep doing the dishes,” she ordered.
I felt her slide the thong down my long, tanned legs, lifting my foot when she ordered me to so she could pull it off. Her young hands grasped my ankles and encouraged me to spread my legs. Right away I felt the kitchen air on my vulva as my major labia parted. I gasped as my daughter’s hand grabbed the underside of my asscheeks, felt her middle finger slide past my asshole and into the juicy moistness of my already horny pussy.
I couldn’t believe it, just standing there naked and doing dishes I was already horny for Kaity. I whimpered as she fingerfucked me with increasing passion. She tightly took my hair in her free hand and hotly, harshly whispered in my ear to keep doing the dishes. As excited by her hand in my cunt as I was by her taking control, it was everything I could do not to melt into my teenage daughter as she sent wave after wave of pleasure radiating out from my crotch. I moaned like a slut in heat.
“Oh, I love the sound of you so excited, Mommy.”
“Please don’t call me that, bayb—Mistress.”
“I think my mother doesn’t want to take responsibility for loving sex with her grownup daughter.”
“It’s wrong, Kaity. You know it’s wrong,” I moaned in as much pleasure as guilt.
“And so is murdering your husband. And fucking his female secretary to get back at him. And being a professional pervert with your whips and chains.”
It felt like she wasn’t really sincere about that last part, like she’d only said it to hurt me, which it did. And I knew it was a defense mechanism. As for Lucy… well, she had me there. But not even the killing—and I knew I was innocent of that crime—was justification for this virtual incest. So I had to wonder how she could do this.
The truth was, I couldn’t help being turned on by her finger fucking my dripping hole. Already the tingle was building in me, spurred by the extreme degradation of being finger fucked by my daughter as I stood here naked and doing the dishes. Before long my horniness began to drown out the truth.
“You love being sexually molested by your Kaity,” my passion told me. “You want to be lesbian lovers with your own teenage daughter, you kinky slut.” My cries and groans reached a fever pitch, so far gone in my fantasy I’d lost sight of the truth.
When the orgasm hit me, my knees began to buckle and so I grabbed the edge of the sink to keep from falling. The intensity of my climax was so huge I couldn’t hold myself up any further. I lowered myself to my knees, delighted and dismayed that Kaity kept her finger in my cunt the whole time, continuing to fuck me even as my body spasmed in ecstasy, giving me multiple orgasms.
I was so dizzy I lowered my head to the kitchen floor, my forearms and widely-spread knees supporting me as I surrendered my body to my girl. I arched my back, raising my ass in the air, thrilled to feel Kaity easily slide a second finger into my flowing quim. She called me “Mommy” again and told me in a shaking, panting voice how turned on she was by making her sexy mother cum, how proud she was to be a perverted slut “just like Mommy.”
Then I felt hot breath on my asshole followed by her teenage tongue briefly teasing the puckered swirl of anal flesh, before dribbling spit on it. She fingered my asshole and my twat at the same time, all the while calling me “Mommy” and confessing for how long she wanted to do this to me. Feeling Kaity’s finger stroke my sphincter muscle, a second explosion of bliss coursed through me.
As my orgasm wore off, the guilt of my perversion began to overpower everything other thought. Technicality or not; this felt as bad as true incest because I had willingly turned it into true incest in my fantasy. Even worse I’d allowed her to assume it was. Before long the remorse had me weeping, then crying. I collapsed the rest of the way to the linoleum floor and began sobbing.
A moment later I felt Kaity’s hand stroking my hair and shooshing me. “Are you crying because you’re having sex with your daughter?” she asked softly.
“Y-yes… N-no. I mean…”
“Don’t worry, Helen. I know.”
“Helen?”
“That is your name, isn’t it?”
“Yes, but—”
“The name of the woman who married my father?” She gently took my chin and pointed my gaze into hers. “The name of the woman who adopted me when I was a baby?”
“H-how… Wh-who..?”
“Mr. Gulder.”
“Arnold’s vice president?”
“He thought I’d be better off knowing my real mom was a druggie, which he thought was better than believing my real mom is a murderer and a professional dominatrix.”
“You knew all along,” I said, shaking my head with wonder.
“Yup. I like the way you tried to use it to keep me from having my way with you.”
“I-I’m still your mother.”
“Not as far as I’m concerned. I’m an adult now so your adoption doesn’t mean shit, legally. The lawyers have already dissolved any claim you could ever have to any of his estate. You have nothing except my charity, and that’s only because I’ve always wondered what it might be like to have my very own slave. A perverted slut I could do whatever I want to… Mommy.”
My eyes filled and face burned with shame. “Why even tell me you knew? Spare my feelings?”
“I’d say the game was getting old but to be honest I’m getting a kick out of calling you ‘Mom’ when I’m fucking you. I may not have your genetics but I guess I’m still as much of a pervert.”
I shook my head, feeling so helpless. “Yes, Mistress.”
“All that aside, I guess I was feeling a little guilty about your feelings.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“Now, go wash off your face, go do your makeup, real sexy. And then report back here. Fast.”
Five minutes later I knelt in front of my daughter-mistress. Blood relations or not, I had raised her as her mother—which she explained was why she would continue to call me “Mom” and “Mommy” even when my face was between her legs—so it was hard to think of her any other way. She refused to allow me to wear anything but that sheer G-string, saying she loved seeing my sexy body so naked. She handed me a list of housecleaning chores which I began to perform while she watched my perspiration-sheened body glide about my chores.
While I dusted in the living room, Katie lay on the big sofa and hiked her dress above her large, lovely breasts. She wore no panties, so when she parted her knees those tight, fresh cuntlips spread wide open. She locked eyes with me and fingered herself. I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
“I think Mommy loves to see her baby masturbate. Do you love your sweet daughter’s pussy?”
“Yes, Mistress.” No point in denying it. She knew I lusted after her.
“Maybe if you’re a good housecleaner, slave. Maybe I’ll piss and then let you lick me clean. Would you like that… Mommy?”
“Yes, Mistress.” I don’t what I hated more, that she was being so mean or that I loved the idea of being so degraded by the girl I’d raised. One thing was for sure: she was loving this.
“Good. I’m going out shopping. I expect you to finish the housecleaning list before I get back. If you don’t finish it or if you do a bad job, I’ll just have to put you over my knee… Mom.”
I dove into the housework as if my life depended upon it.
Three hours later she was back with bags from Victoria’s Secret, Hustler Hollywood, The Pleasure Chest and the Stockroom, the last two being BDSM stores. She immediate dug into the Stockroom bag for a jeweled, locking slave collar and put it on me. While she fastened the collar I saw that there was also a bag from a trendy beauty salon. She said that for safety’s sake she was going to change my appearance, starting with my hair and skin.
“But first, inspection time. Follow me on your hands and knees.”
Like a dog I followed her from room to room, still wearing nothing but a thong. My clit tingled from being subservient to this sexy teenager I had raised her whole life. I don’t know if having a dominatrix temperment is something you’re born with or if you can pick up the attitude from those around you, but Kaity oozed that naturally dominant aura. God help me, I wanted to submit to her.
After she’d inspected all the rooms she gave me a favorable nod and then jerked her thumb toward the living room. Scrambling as fast as I could on my hands and knees I followed Kaity out and then knelt in front of her, looking hopefully up into her face. Thank goodness she seemed satisfied with my work. I didn’t want to find out how hard she could spank me.
“Not bad, Mom,” she said, gesturing around. “It looks like you got everything done.”
I smiled at her, grateful for her praise. Then a look crept into her eyes that scared me.
“Now all I need to do is find out how good a job you did.”
Though we’d been able to afford a housecleaner when we were a family, I had usually just done the cleaning myself, so I knew the house inside and out. I knew how to clean it very well and I drew very heavily on that knowedge while I toiled during Kaity’s shopping trip. I was confident my work would pass muster. Then my sphincter squeezed shut when I saw her run her finger atop the door frame that led to the kitchen. That was strictly a quarterly cleaing item. How could she—
“Uh-oh, Mommy,” Kaity said, shaking her head as she looked at her dusty fingertip.
She had me pull out one of the leather upholstered dining room chairs and set it in the middle of the living room so that the arm of the sofa would be within my reach when I lay across her lap. She stripped down to her panties and bra—“I don’t want our sweat to get all over my clothes”—before she took the seat and ordered me to lay across her eighteen-year-old thighs. I clutched the sofa arm and braced myself. She told me she’d think up something truly terrible to do to me if I fell off or tried to get up.
At first she tenderly stroked my naked asscheeks the way a young girl might carress a kitten, the sweep of her palm becoming more and more firm. My daughter’s hand felt so good on my ass, so loving, I began to hold out hope that she wouldn’t hurt me. The warmth built up in my pelvic floor as her sweet massage continued until I felt my cunt began to tingle. I couldn’t help the pleasurable sigh that escaped my lips.
“Feel good, Mommy?” Kaity asked softly, as if to a lover.
“Mmmmm…yes, baby,” I said, forgetting in my pleasure to call her “Mistress.”
“That’s good, Mommy. I want you to love it. Just like I want you to come to love this.”
And with that she hit my right asscheek so hard with her open palm I knew it had to leave a red handprint. I shrieked as much in surprise as pain. For the next five minutes, and I don’t know how she did it without hurting her hand, my daughter rained on my ass an openhanded spanking that had me weeping after the first minute.
Right about when I thought I couldn’t endure one more second of the smarting fire that was my asscheeks, Kaity announced, “My hand is starting to hurt.”
I sighed in relief.
I felt her shift in the chair, reaching down to the Huster Hollywood bag I just remembered she’d set there. Twenty seconds later I heard a sharp crack and looked back in terror to see Kaity holding a black leather paddle, the kind reinforced by flexible wood and with large holes drilled into it to cut the air resistance so it caused maximum pain. I’d used such toys in my dominatrix work.
“N-no, baby, please,” I whispered, my fearful tears flowing.
“Who?”
“Mistress! Mistress! Please, no!”
“Too bad, Mommy. You’ve been a bad girl.”
The first blow made me scream, rewarding my with a fierce tug of my hair. “Shut up, slave! Control yourself. Otherwise I’ll use the dildo gag I bought and I will make this far worse. I’ll paddle you until you bleed. Understand, Mom?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I moaned, tears of self-pity running down my face.
In less than five minutes my ass had grown numb and yet each blow still hurt on some level. Thank goodness I was at least super-high from the endorphins and adrenaline, so the pain wasn’t the torture it could have been, but I was so limp with exhaustion and submission I’d lost the will to fight. I just lay there across my daughter’s lap and accepted her punishment. I felt wetness below me and I realized I so deeply surrendered I’d lost control of my bladder. I had peed myself and my daughter’s lap and the deep pile carpet. At least the chair was sealed leather that wouldn’t stain.
To my surprise, Kaity wasn’t mad. She even chuckled. “I guess that means you’ve had enough. Maybe you should be calling me, ‘Mommy,’ little baby.”
“P-please, Mistress,” I moaned, blushing terribly.
“I’m sorry, Mom. That was mean. Look, take a few minutes to get yourself together, then go get the stuff to clean all that up. Then meet me in the bedroom after it’s done.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I said, climbing off her lap and kneeling on the floor.
Kaity picked up the bags and headed into the bedroom, pausing on her way out the room. “I have a feeling I won’t have to inspct your work much longer, will I, Mommy?”
“No, Mistress.”
“Can you think of why else I beat you like that, Mom?”
That was easy to answer. “To assert your authority and make me even more your slave…Mistress. And… and I…”
“Out with it, Mother.”
“Thank you, Mistress Kaity, for making me truly feel like I belong to you.”
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Shädman
December 23, 2019 at 09:14 | Reply
Im not sure if you remember the nun themed comic strips I did such as this one http://www.shadbase.com/rebel/ or this one http://www.shadbase.com/confession/
its a theme Ive been meaning to visit in a more elaborate sense, but I dont have any concrete ideas yet that would make for an interesting 10 pannel page.
Christeeny Herself
December 23, 2019 at 10:49 | Reply
Shad, you might get some interesting ideas for nun comics from the novella SISSY NUNS FOR MOTHER SUPERIOR. Here’s the description from the Amazon site: ” Sissy Nuns for Mother Superior is a novella set in 1968. Two half-stepbrothers escape the Vietnam draft by hiding out dressed as nuns in a convent run by their depraved former stepmother. They have no choice but to do whatever kinky things she wants.” You have my address from my gravatar. If you’re interested, I’d be delighted to send you the manuscript, gratis.
a 13 year old kid
December 23, 2019 at 10:51 | Reply
jesus christ christeeny go back in your fucking hole
Mr. X
December 23, 2019 at 15:58 | Reply
No one is interested in your filthy faggotry ‘teen’chris himself
Stick the novellas up where the sun don’t shine
In your fat greasy cellulite covered ass
Anonymous
December 23, 2019 at 16:34 | Reply
Oh cut lil’ chrissy some slack
He is all alone well perhaps except for his new friend king mon
CT has been disowend by the ones who are unfortunate enough to be blood related with him, so christmas is a though time
Why else do you think the guy been so busy here posting at least 6-8 times everyday
Anonymous
December 23, 2019 at 17:30 | Reply
^ HAHA
ThIs Is SoMe FuNy ShIt!!!!
King Monkey Mon
December 23, 2019 at 19:40 | Reply
LEAVE MY BOY, I MEAN GIRLFRIEND ALONE
OUR ONLINE SODOMY REALATIONSHIP IS PURE
HE IS MY BAE AND I AM HIS TRUE LOVE <3
*GIGGELS*
Leon
December 23, 2019 at 21:31 | Reply
Why does a 30-40 year obese faggot call it self a teen?
Anonymous
December 23, 2019 at 22:21 | Reply
for guys who hate someone so much y’all sure give them a lot of attention
Anonymous
December 23, 2019 at 23:10 | Reply
Well, it’s only natural when the troll crissy is A king sized tumor
Who has been spamming this site for what seems like forever
I’ve been a regular guest, on shadbase for many years.
And have never witnessed a cunt, of this magnitude
This guy Christeen “herself” aka Dumbfuck, would not be missed
If he suddenly disappeared from the face of the earth.
DumbCunt Ejackculator
December 24, 2019 at 06:12 | Reply
Marry Shit-Mas faggots
Lets murder and rape all the gays
And kiss our sisters
Now go fuck your mother some more
Shadbase comment section in a nutshell basically!
i love being popular without doing anything special
I think you’re all secretly in love with christiny or you wouldnt go to these lengths
Get over yourself you sad old cunt
im only 15 cant you tell by the way i type without punctuation
who is Christine if your talking about the futa well sorry i rather fuck Poison from Street Fighter
Just kill yourself kid. What a shitty Yule you must be having
sorry as much as i want to my mom safety proof the house
Nice Jared Fogle in the background XD
more futa on fem pls
>Comics called footlong
>Has no foot fetish stuff
Why you got to tease me like that man
if that trap was feeling lucky he wouldve Jumped over the counter and tear through that milfs pantie hoses and breed her
trsa
This ain’t accurate at all. Neither of those workers look Indian.
White cock up shad’s dirty kosher jew ass.
Any BBC on here lol
My white cock buried up your juicy white ass!
abcds
Me
Kylo Ren dies and fades into the force after transferring his remaining life force into Rey Palpatine after she dies defeating the Emperor with the help of Anakin, Obi Wan, Luke, Yoda, Mace, Qui-Gon, and Ahsoka. Also Rey gets a yellow lightsaber in the final scene.
i thought Rey was Chewbacca
https://www.8muses.com/comics/album/Theme-Collections/Star-Wars/A-Complete-Guide-to-Wookie-Sex/Issue-1
Hell yeah!!!
Please do some trans boys (FTM) artwork.
No one’s too good for a Jared reference.
MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS YA DEGENERATES!
Please draw some futas fucking cute traps like that
anyone else see that stupid site when searching shadbase? “Santa tracker”
I did, he doesn’t give shit about so much towns all across the globe its hilarious
Look at those frank and BEANS
morganmonday11 show me ur ass for dick pics :)
morganmonday11 show me ur ass for dick pics
Feliz natal caralho!!!!
Feliz Natal , Atrasado
That’s really random to go with? Why subway
A trap and a dickgirl working at the same sandwich bar. Impressive. I also liked that you combined the cartoony style with the semi realistic texture style. It’s an improvement. Also, merry XXXmas.
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL!
god bless shad for returning to greatness. when its this good i dont even mind the dicks
That guy is always rejected :< give him some love <3
This.
Nothing is more hilarious and sad than the people who come on here and complain about the gay stuff shad draws like damn bro go to pot hub or some shit fuck outta here
WTF? Shadbase why does every last fine ass thick goth space witch on the planet have to have a cock drawn on her? Seriously man I tolerate the gay lifestyle however I don’t swing that way and prefer bad ass Amazonian thick goth space witch Women.
is this a trap or a flat futa
Ey man, that ain’t fair. gotta give traps with smol dick a chance too man.
Have you ever thought in making a video game? With your art and story telling, It would be really nice.
The Lolitos chips I’m dead
more
The fuck is going on here
I like this. Can I have more of this please<3
I’m an 18 bi male who likes most things on shadbase. I have a nice feminine butt if you’re curious. Ignore the fake negative comments that look like they’re different people, there’s a no life loser who leaves edgy comments like they’re from different people. since it is all anonymous. My kik is bottomcream. I like male female femboys trans, add me and see this butt for yourself
You seriously need to get a life.
now listen, if this was straight imo it would be better
Holy fuck, some actual porn and not some softcore comics! Thank you, Shad, very cool!
Happy holydays folks
Please do something with the small dicked one
ya gotta give the little guy a shot sometime, he’s super cute!
Kik me your nudes, guys and girls anything goes, most things turn me on
Kik:Kaciedelic
Im a guy
More faggot garbage. Go kys.
Why are you even here than
ur gay
Meat ball sub ha! But hey is that Jared on one of the signs?
Yeah keep this one going. Have them piss on each other.
aaand I just jerked off again to this.
ps: maybe incorporate some lolita?
Comic velma and daphne
#Justice4TheCutie[2]
#Justice4TheCutie
If the one with the ponytail had green hair, with her work partner they remind me of these two girls from the hentai Futabu!
?497352
this is great but we want raven x starfire
I send male nuds in exchange for nuds of any gender, Ab4puru # 6200 is my discord
Would love to see you draw a futa wedding where they both have cock wedding rings. Just an idea.
Hentai Inko reminds me.
https://ohentai.org/detail.php?vid=MTgwMg==
I work at Subway, this is accurate. Can confirm
Hey Shad, happy holidays. I was in the mood for nostalgia fap and wanted to browse your smoli section and you’ve seem to have deleted it. Are you really that embarrased about those drawings? Pedo art is nothing to be embarrassed about, all lolicon should be celebrated. Bring it back please.
Shut the fuck up, freak
Kys you piece of shit
More but I want to see the other guy
I want to see the other guy in action
Finally Shad does a good comic page again, not that Velma or Raveena crap
Dude like shut up I’m trying to fap
Can i have the other meatball sub,since she isn’t eating it >.>
I wanna see part 2
wanna see exchange nudes with me and see my dick add me on kik: alef567
Love those pantyhoses.
face fucking ftw :P
Oh my god the face of the guy giving thumbs up in the backround is killing me
Poor Boy lol. Maybe its just me, but I would’ve taken his gladly ;D
Mmmm i wanna suck something that big someday
You won’t. You be alone forever if you stick your ideals to a dude just having a big penis.
comment made by small dick gang
personally, I like this style better. Don’t feel guilty about posting stuff that the majority might not appreciate; With this big of an audience, there’s always somebody that enjoys what you post.
Shad let us know If you are continuing starfire in heat or have moved on already.
this ^
Wanna talk about kidnapping and enslaving 16 yo thicc mega hotties add my kik: icravemaycee
excuse me
https://www.fbi.gov/
Imagine if reality was like this.
Hey Shad. I know you get a lot of comics asking you to do other things and such. But I just wanted to say keep up the fantastic work, and make whatever you feel is best man. Great art as always.
I like yeetos
Are you going to add more to the starfire in heat comic?
Do penetration enough foreplay
I love to see the Shadbase Cinematic Universe expanding
merry christmas shadman , sorry to say, but i think i speak for a lot of people when i say my lust for starfire cock is insatiable. happy holidays
as a faint scent of perfume in the air underneath the Armor-All. Damn, how many hookers does this guy have in a day? The curtain was pulled across the sleeper cab compartment.
“Chris,” Martin called into the sleeper. “I’m back. With guests. Wait until you see.”
The curtains parted and out poked the head of a woman in her mid-twenties who could be a centerfold for Easyridersmagazine, a gorgeous biker chick who looked as lovely as my mom. We hit the jackpot!
“Oh, my god,” she said with a southern accent. “She’s lovely. Is she… what I think she is?”
“One hundred percent pure California teenage tranny,” I announced with pride. “My name’s Louise, and this is my mom, Norma.”
“Your mom? Oh, wow, that’s hot. Well, come on back here everybody.”
Chris looked pretty hot to me. She wore a skin tight, thin cotton tank top that clung to her luscious C-cup breasts and hourglass waist. She wore a matching white cotton thong that was skimpy enough to suggest she either waxed or shaved, because there was only a hint of pubic bush above her protruding pussylips. My clitty was hard just looking at her. Oh, yes, I was definitely bisexual!
The three of us joined Chris in the sleeper as Martin explained to her that they’d be playing with me while my mom hung back and kept an eye on us. The couple lit up a joint, which both Mom and I declined until the very end when I took one toke. Not that I needed any loosening up at all. Finally they broke out four hundred dollar bills and handed them to Mom.
“How would you like me?” I asked. “Submissive? Aggressive? The babysitter you’ve always wanted to seduce? Let me be her.”
“Submissive works for me,” said Chris.
She firmly grabbed my hair at the top of my head and pulled my lips to hers, invading my mouth with her tongue. With amazing agility she unbuttoned my jeans with her free hand. She slid her warm hand into my panties to encircle my hard tranny cock. I moaned into her mouth.
In the meantime, Martin had reached between us and unbuttoned my blouse. I lowered my arms to my sides so he could easily slide it off. Chris gently lowered me back to the mattress and slid down my jeans. Soon I was naked in front of these two strangers and my mom, who propped up against the wall of the cab and watched, with more than a little interest. I hope this turned her on!
Chris finishing stripping herself down—oh fuck, she was sexy—and then sat up against the back wall of the sleeper. She spread her legs wide, her moist pink and red labia spreading open.
“You know how to eat pussy, darlin’?” she asked me.
“Sort of.”
“Well get in here and lay on your tummy, and I’ll guide you through it.”
As I climbed between the spread legs of this biker goddess I heard a slight inrush of breath from where Mom was sitting. I hoped it was her getting turned on from wishing it was her lying here instead of Chris! I hadn’t seen too many pussies before, and this was the first ever this close. I could have spent an hour just gazing in awe at the beautiful creases of tender pink flesh and savoring the sweet musky odor, but instead I gave myself over to Chris’ voice.
Without hesitation I dipped my tongue into the creamy folds of Chris’s minor labia, savoring the heady flavor as I moved my tongue and lips as her sighing voice guided me, licking and nuzzling from her clitoris to the honey hole of her vaginal opening. Distractedly I felt a pair of strong male hands lift my hips off the bedding, and so I spread my knees wide. Bracing myself with my forearms on the mattress, my ass was pointed up in the air, seemingly aiming my body directly into this lovely woman’s snatch.
Chris became less and less able to direct me as her moans and sighs took over her speech, but I’d gotten to the point where I didn’t really need any more guidance. Her whimpers of pleasure kept me on the right track. Then I felt a pair of hands spread my asscheeks even further and then Martin’s hot breath on my puckered little hole. I did my own whimpering as his tongue began snaking up my asshole, priming me for what I hoped was a giant cock!
After a few minutes I was moaning as loudly as Chris was. I heard Martin quietly ask my mom if she had lube and a condom handy. I would have volunteered to lube his cock with my mouth, but I couldn’t bear the thought of tearing my mouth away from Chris’ juicing cunt.
A minute later I felt something hot and hard and slippery press slowly into my tranny pussy. My dreams had come true—Martin was totally hung! My whimpers turned into cries of ecstasy as his full length slid into me, muffled only by the gooey folds of Chris’ vulva. A few minutes later Chris’ breathing and moans became ragged. She clutched my head firmly as her hips bucked in orgasm. A minute later she fell back.
“Oh, holy jeez, Martin, this little fox is a natural pussy eater!”
I turned just in time to see my mom’s eyes glazed with wistful lust and pride.
“She’s got the tightest asshole, I’ll tell ya,” Martin panted as he stroked in and out of me.
All I could do is moan and gasp in pleasure. I could feel how hard my clitty was. Chris saw.
“This hot little shemale is pretty hung, herself,” she said, “and she’s turned on.”
“Want a taste, darlin’?” Martin asked. He didn’t wait for an answer. He cupped his hands under my upper thighs and straightened up, effortless hoisting me so that he held my ass a good eighteen inches off the mattress. Without missing a stroke he continued to thrust up into my ass, driving his cock in ever deeper.
I looked down at my tranny cock standing out straight, throbbing. With a thrill of pleasure I watched Chris kneel in front of me, resting her lovely cheeks on her calves. She looked into my eyes with a devious smile and a wink before she lowered her hot mouth over my aching boner. I cried out as if touched by an electric shock, the pleasure was so intense. Soon I was lost in the sensations of being suspended on Martin’s powerful arms, his rigid meat plowing deep into my rectum and his girlfriend’s hot, wet mouth sliding up and down my cock.
“Oh, Chris,” I moaned, “I’m gonna cum!”
She briefly pulled her lips off of me. “Cum in my mouth, darlin’. I bet you’re delicious.”
The hot contact of her tongue set met off immediately and I spurted into her sucking mouth. Over the next minute she drained me dry. And yet, remarkably, I was still fully erect when she pulled away from me.
“Damn, Martin. She’s still rock hard. Let’s try what we talked about before.”
“Go for it, babe.”
“You’re gonna love this, darlin’,” she told me.
As Chris gathered up the cushions stacked against the back wall, I suddenly remembered Mom. As I looked toward her I just barely caught a glance of her pulling her hand out of her shorts. She looked a little flustered, realizing she’d been caught playing with herself while Martin continued his slow and steady deep penetration of my ass. I gave her a sweet smile.
“I love you, Mom.”
“I love you too, baby.”
Chris stacked two sets of foam cushions three high and then lay face up on top of them, raising her torso a foot off the mattress. The lower set of cushions supported her lovely ass. She spread her legs wide, opening that practically dripping gash. The other cushions supported her upper torso and neck. She turned to my mom.
“Norma, would you kneel or sit behind me and support my head so I can watch?”
Mom knelt behind Chris, interlacing her fingers and tilting Chris’ head up.
“It’s time to make a tranny sandwich,” Martin growled sexily in my ear. “I’m going to pull out so you can start fucking her and then I’m going back into you.”
As Martin eased his dick out of me, I looked down at Chris’ body splayed out before me. Someday I would have a pussy like hers, but no way would I let pussy-envy spoil the sexiest act I could ever imagine. I climbed between her legs, looked deeply into her intense blue eyes, admiring the sheen of sweat on her perfect, tanned skin.
Kneeling in front of her I allowed her soft fingers to guide my jutting, seven inch clitty into her juicing vagina. It was the first time I had ever felt pussy flesh and I didn’t want it to be the last. Briefly I closed my eyes and imagined this was Mom. At that point I was so fucking on fire I didn’t care about right or wrong or anything.
I opened my eyes and caught Chris’ gaze. I could tell she somehow figured out my fantasy, but her smile wasn’t mocking, not at all.
“That’s beautiful,” she whispered. “Never feel bad about it.”
The next thing I knew I felt Martin take hold of my waist and enter me again. Just like that we became a beast with six legs and six arms, holding and caressing and stroking and fucking each other. With my every slide into Chris’ sopping, clenching vagina I felt Martin thrusting up my ass. I was on fire with lust. I began fucking her harder. I looked down at Chris again.
“It’s okay,” she said quietly. “Look at her. Use me and look at her.”
I locked my eyes with my mom’s all the while fucking this lovely woman for all I was worth. I love you, Mom, I thought as I looked at her, imagining the pussy that I was fucking was hers instead of this lovely stranger. How deliciously perverse of me! I was smiling and crying and moaning as I quickly approached a second climax. From Chris’ cries I could tell she was too.
“Cum inside me,” I moaned to Martin. “I’m ready. Shoot your hot fucking load up my ass!”
And then all of a sudden Mom leaned forward over Chris’s head, her eyes glassy with desire and her lips slightly parted. Her mouth found mine and I wasted no time in invading her lips with my tongue. She took my head and pulled me closer, the deepest soul kiss ever. I’ve wanted Mom to kiss me like this forever! My breath blasted out of my nostrils as I fucked Chris as hard as I could. Soon we all came within thirty seconds of each other.
Christmas: SHEMALE PLANET, SHEMALE LESBIAN GANGBANGS, SHEMALE PRISON and MOM’S TRUCKSTOP SHEMALE make for hot one-handed reading. Many sissy erotica books available too, if that’s your thing!
Enjoy this little morsel fromMOM’S TRUCKSTOP SHEMALE. This only hints at how depraved it gets!
———-
He opened the driver’s side door of a shiny red Kenworth rig, and helped Mom and me in. Unlike many cabs, this one smelled clean and looked almost new. There was a faint scent of perfume in the air underneath the Armor-All. Damn, how many hookers does this guy have in a day? The curtain was pulled across the sleeper cab compartment.
“Chris,” Martin called into the sleeper. “I’m back. With guests. Wait until you see.”
The curtains parted and out poked the head of a woman in her mid-twenties who could be a centerfold for Easyridersmagazine, a gorgeous biker chick who looked as lovely as my mom. We hit the jackpot!
“Oh, my god,” she said with a southern accent. “She’s lovely. Is she… what I think she is?”
“One hundred percent pure California teenage tranny,” I announced with pride. “My name’s Louise, and this is my mom, Norma.”
“Your mom? Oh, wow, that’s hot. Well, come on back here everybody.”
Chris looked pretty hot to me. She wore a skin tight, thin cotton tank top that clung to her luscious C-cup breasts and hourglass waist. She wore a matching white cotton thong that was skimpy enough to suggest she either waxed or shaved, because there was only a hint of pubic bush above her protruding pussylips. My clitty was hard just looking at her. Oh, yes, I was definitely bisexual!
The three of us joined Chris in the sleeper as Martin explained to her that they’d be playing with me while my mom hung back and kept an eye on us. The couple lit up a joint, which both Mom and I declined until the very end when I took one toke. Not that I needed any loosening up at all. Finally they broke out four hundred dollar bills and handed them to Mom.
“How would you like me?” I asked. “Submissive? Aggressive? The babysitter you’ve always wanted to seduce? Let me be her.”
“Submissive works for me,” said Chris.
She firmly grabbed my hair at the top of my head and pulled my lips to hers, invading my mouth with her tongue. With amazing agility she unbuttoned my jeans with her free hand. She slid her warm hand into my panties to encircle my hard tranny cock. I moaned into her mouth.
In the meantime, Martin had reached between us and unbuttoned my blouse. I lowered my arms to my sides so he could easily slide it off. Chris gently lowered me back to the mattress and slid down my jeans. Soon I was naked in front of these two strangers and my mom, who propped up against the wall of the cab and watched, with more than a little interest. I hope this turned her on!
Chris finishing stripping herself down—oh fuck, she was sexy—and then sat up against the back wall of the sleeper. She spread her legs wide, her moist pink and red labia spreading open.
“You know how to eat pussy, darlin’?” she asked me.
“Sort of.”
“Well get in here and lay on your tummy, and I’ll guide you through it.”
As I climbed between the spread legs of this biker goddess I heard a slight inrush of breath from where Mom was sitting. I hoped it was her getting turned on from wishing it was her lying here instead of Chris! I hadn’t seen too many pussies before, and this was the first ever this close. I could have spent an hour just gazing in awe at the beautiful creases of tender pink flesh and savoring the sweet musky odor, but instead I gave myself over to Chris’ voice.
Without hesitation I dipped my tongue into the creamy folds of Chris’s minor labia, savoring the heady flavor as I moved my tongue and lips as her sighing voice guided me, licking and nuzzling from her clitoris to the honey hole of her vaginal opening. Distractedly I felt a pair of strong male hands lift my hips off the bedding, and so I spread my knees wide. Bracing myself with my forearms on the mattress, my ass was pointed up in the air, seemingly aiming my body directly into this lovely woman’s snatch.
Chris became less and less able to direct me as her moans and sighs took over her speech, but I’d gotten to the point where I didn’t really need any more guidance. Her whimpers of pleasure kept me on the right track. Then I felt a pair of hands spread my asscheeks even further and then Martin’s hot breath on my puckered little hole. I did my own whimpering as his tongue began snaking up my asshole, priming me for what I hoped was a giant cock!
After a few minutes I was moaning as loudly as Chris was. I heard Martin quietly ask my mom if she had lube and a condom handy. I would have volunteered to lube his cock with my mouth, but I couldn’t bear the thought of tearing my mouth away from Chris’ juicing cunt.
A minute later I felt something hot and hard and slippery press slowly into my tranny pussy. My dreams had come true—Martin was totally hung! My whimpers turned into cries of ecstasy as his full length slid into me, muffled only by the gooey folds of Chris’ vulva. A few minutes later Chris’ breathing and moans became ragged. She clutched my head firmly as her hips bucked in orgasm. A minute later she fell back.
“Oh, holy jeez, Martin, this little fox is a natural pussy eater!”
I turned just in time to see my mom’s eyes glazed with wistful lust and pride.
“She’s got the tightest asshole, I’ll tell ya,” Martin panted as he stroked in and out of me.
All I could do is moan and gasp in pleasure. I could feel how hard my clitty was. Chris saw.
“This hot little shemale is pretty hung, herself,” she said, “and she’s turned on.”
“Want a taste, darlin’?” Martin asked. He didn’t wait for an answer. He cupped his hands under my upper thighs and straightened up, effortless hoisting me so that he held my ass a good eighteen inches off the mattress. Without missing a stroke he continued to thrust up into my ass, driving his cock in ever deeper.
I looked down at my tranny cock standing out straight, throbbing. With a thrill of pleasure I watched Chris kneel in front of me, resting her lovely cheeks on her calves. She looked into my eyes with a devious smile and a wink before she lowered her hot mouth over my aching boner. I cried out as if touched by an electric shock, the pleasure was so intense. Soon I was lost in the sensations of being suspended on Martin’s powerful arms, his rigid meat plowing deep into my rectum and his girlfriend’s hot, wet mouth sliding up and down my cock.
“Oh, Chris,” I moaned, “I’m gonna cum!”
She briefly pulled her lips off of me. “Cum in my mouth, darlin’. I bet you’re delicious.”
The hot contact of her tongue set met off immediately and I spurted into her sucking mouth. Over the next minute she drained me dry. And yet, remarkably, I was still fully erect when she pulled away from me.
“Damn, Martin. She’s still rock hard. Let’s try what we talked about before.”
“Go for it, babe.”
“You’re gonna love this, darlin’,” she told me.
As Chris gathered up the cushions stacked against the back wall, I suddenly remembered Mom. As I looked toward her I just barely caught a glance of her pulling her hand out of her shorts. She looked a little flustered, realizing she’d been caught playing with herself while Martin continued his slow and steady deep penetration of my ass. I gave her a sweet smile.
“I love you, Mom.”
“I love you too, baby.”
Chris stacked two sets of foam cushions three high and then lay face up on top of them, raising her torso a foot off the mattress. The lower set of cushions supported her lovely ass. She spread her legs wide, opening that practically dripping gash. The other cushions supported her upper torso and neck. She turned to my mom.
“Norma, would you kneel or sit behind me and support my head so I can watch?”
Mom knelt behind Chris, interlacing her fingers and tilting Chris’ head up.
“It’s time to make a tranny sandwich,” Martin growled sexily in my ear. “I’m going to pull out so you can start fucking her and then I’m going back into you.”
As Martin eased his dick out of me, I looked down at Chris’ body splayed out before me. Someday I would have a pussy like hers, but no way would I let pussy-envy spoil the sexiest act I could ever imagine. I climbed between her legs, looked deeply into her intense blue eyes, admiring the sheen of sweat on her perfect, tanned skin.
Kneeling in front of her I allowed her soft fingers to guide my jutting, seven inch clitty into her juicing vagina. It was the first time I had ever felt pussy flesh and I didn’t want it to be the last. Briefly I closed my eyes and imagined this was Mom. At that point I was so fucking on fire I didn’t care about right or wrong or anything.
I opened my eyes and caught Chris’ gaze. I could tell she somehow figured out my fantasy, but her smile wasn’t mocking, not at all.
“That’s beautiful,” she whispered. “Never feel bad about it.”
The next thing I knew I felt Martin take hold of my waist and enter me again. Just like that we became a beast with six legs and six arms, holding and caressing and stroking and fucking each other. With my every slide into Chris’ sopping, clenching vagina I felt Martin thrusting up my ass. I was on fire with lust. I began fucking her harder. I looked down at Chris again.
“It’s okay,” she said quietly. “Look at her. Use me and look at her.”
I locked my eyes with my mom’s all the while fucking this lovely woman for all I was worth. I love you, Mom, I thought as I looked at her, imagining the pussy that I was fucking was hers instead of this lovely stranger. How deliciously perverse of me! I was smiling and crying and moaning as I quickly approached a second climax. From Chris’ cries I could tell she was too.
“Cum inside me,” I moaned to Martin. “I’m ready. Shoot your hot fucking load up my ass!”
And then all of a sudden Mom leaned forward over Chris’s head, her eyes glassy with desire and her lips slightly parted. Her mouth found mine and I wasted no time in invading her lips with my tongue. She took my head and pulled me closer, the deepest soul kiss ever. I’ve wanted Mom to kiss me like this forever! My breath blasted out of my nostrils as I fucked Chris as hard as I could. Soon we all came within thirty seconds of each other.
If you’re going to copy-paste my work, at least attribute it:
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your fucking retarded never forget that
no one will buy your smut when they can get something for free
especially when you advertising on a porn site comment section
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We need a billie eilish drawing my dude
little morsel fromMOM’S TRUCKSTOP SHEMALE. This only hints at how depraved it gets!
———-
He opened the driver’s side door of a shiny red Kenworth rig, and helped Mom and me in. Unlike many cabs, this one smelled clean and looked almost new. There was a faint scent of perfume in the air underneath the Armor-All. Damn, how many hookers does this guy have in a day? The curtain was pulled across the sleeper cab compartment.
“Chris,” Martin called into the sleeper. “I’m back. With guests. Wait until you see.”
The curtains parted and out poked the head of a woman in her mid-twenties who could be a centerfold for Easyridersmagazine, a gorgeous biker chick who looked as lovely as my mom. We hit the jackpot!
“Oh, my god,” she said with a southern accent. “She’s lovely. Is she… what I think she is?”
“One hundred percent pure California teenage tranny,” I announced with pride. “My name’s Louise, and this is my mom, Norma.”
“Your mom? Oh, wow, that’s hot. Well, come on back here everybody.”
Chris looked pretty hot to me. She wore a skin tight, thin cotton tank top that clung to her luscious C-cup breasts and hourglass waist. She wore a matching white cotton thong that was skimpy enough to suggest she either waxed or shaved, because there was only a hint of pubic bush above her protruding pussylips. My clitty was hard just looking at her. Oh, yes, I was definitely bisexual!
The three of us joined Chris in the sleeper as Martin explained to her that they’d be playing with me while my mom hung back and kept an eye on us. The couple lit up a joint, which both Mom and I declined until the very end when I took one toke. Not that I needed any loosening up at all. Finally they broke out four hundred dollar bills and handed them to Mom.
“How would you like me?” I asked. “Submissive? Aggressive? The babysitter you’ve always wanted to seduce? Let me be her.”
“Submissive works for me,” said Chris.
She firmly grabbed my hair at the top of my head and pulled my lips to hers, invading my mouth with her tongue. With amazing agility she unbuttoned my jeans with her free hand. She slid her warm hand into my panties to encircle my hard tranny cock. I moaned into her mouth.
In the meantime, Martin had reached between us and unbuttoned my blouse. I lowered my arms to my sides so he could easily slide it off. Chris gently lowered me back to the mattress and slid down my jeans. Soon I was naked in front of these two strangers and my mom, who propped up against the wall of the cab and watched, with more than a little interest. I hope this turned her on!
Chris finishing stripping herself down—oh fuck, she was sexy—and then sat up against the back wall of the sleeper. She spread her legs wide, her moist pink and red labia spreading open.
“You know how to eat pussy, darlin’?” she asked me.
“Sort of.”
“Well get in here and lay on your tummy, and I’ll guide you through it.”
As I climbed between the spread legs of this biker goddess I heard a slight inrush of breath from where Mom was sitting. I hoped it was her getting turned on from wishing it was her lying here instead of Chris! I hadn’t seen too many pussies before, and this was the first ever this close. I could have spent an hour just gazing in awe at the beautiful creases of tender pink flesh and savoring the sweet musky odor, but instead I gave myself over to Chris’ voice.
Without hesitation I dipped my tongue into the creamy folds of Chris’s minor labia, savoring the heady flavor as I moved my tongue and lips as her sighing voice guided me, licking and nuzzling from her clitoris to the honey hole of her vaginal opening. Distractedly I felt a pair of strong male hands lift my hips off the bedding, and so I spread my knees wide. Bracing myself with my forearms on the mattress, my ass was pointed up in the air, seemingly aiming my body directly into this lovely woman’s snatch.
Chris became less and less able to direct me as her moans and sighs took over her speech, but I’d gotten to the point where I didn’t really need any more guidance. Her whimpers of pleasure kept me on the right track. Then I felt a pair of hands spread my asscheeks even further and then Martin’s hot breath on my puckered little hole. I did my own whimpering as his tongue began snaking up my asshole, priming me for what I hoped was a giant cock!
After a few minutes I was moaning as loudly as Chris was. I heard Martin quietly ask my mom if she had lube and a condom handy. I would have volunteered to lube his cock with my mouth, but I couldn’t bear the thought of tearing my mouth away from Chris’ juicing cunt.
A minute later I felt something hot and hard and slippery press slowly into my tranny pussy. My dreams had come true—Martin was totally hung! My whimpers turned into cries of ecstasy as his full length slid into me, muffled only by the gooey folds of Chris’ vulva. A few minutes later Chris’ breathing and moans became ragged. She clutched my head firmly as her hips bucked in orgasm. A minute later she fell back.
“Oh, holy jeez, Martin, this little fox is a natural pussy eater!”
I turned just in time to see my mom’s eyes glazed with wistful lust and pride.
“She’s got the tightest asshole, I’ll tell ya,” Martin panted as he stroked in and out of me.
All I could do is moan and gasp in pleasure. I could feel how hard my clitty was. Chris saw.
“This hot little shemale is pretty hung, herself,” she said, “and she’s turned on.”
“Want a taste, darlin’?” Martin asked. He didn’t wait for an answer. He cupped his hands under my upper thighs and straightened up, effortless hoisting me so that he held my ass a good eighteen inches off the mattress. Without missing a stroke he continued to thrust up into my ass, driving his cock in ever deeper.
I looked down at my tranny cock standing out straight, throbbing. With a thrill of pleasure I watched Chris kneel in front of me, resting her lovely cheeks on her calves. She looked into my eyes with a devious smile and a wink before she lowered her hot mouth over my aching boner. I cried out as if touched by an electric shock, the pleasure was so intense. Soon I was lost in the sensations of being suspended on Martin’s powerful arms, his rigid meat plowing deep into my rectum and his girlfriend’s hot, wet mouth sliding up and down my cock.
“Oh, Chris,” I moaned, “I’m gonna cum!”
She briefly pulled her lips off of me. “Cum in my mouth, darlin’. I bet you’re delicious.”
The hot contact of her tongue set met off immediately and I spurted into her sucking mouth. Over the next minute she drained me dry. And yet, remarkably, I was still fully erect when she pulled away from me.
“Damn, Martin. She’s still rock hard. Let’s try what we talked about before.”
“Go for it, babe.”
“You’re gonna love this, darlin’,” she told me.
As Chris gathered up the cushions stacked against the back wall, I suddenly remembered Mom. As I looked toward her I just barely caught a glance of her pulling her hand out of her shorts. She looked a little flustered, realizing she’d been caught playing with herself while Martin continued his slow and steady deep penetration of my ass. I gave her a sweet smile.
“I love you, Mom.”
“I love you too, baby.”
Chris stacked two sets of foam cushions three high and then lay face up on top of them, raising her torso a foot off the mattress. The lower set of cushions supported her lovely ass. She spread her legs wide, opening that practically dripping gash. The other cushions supported her upper torso and neck. She turned to my mom.
“Norma, would you kneel or sit behind me and support my head so I can watch?”
Mom knelt behind Chris, interlacing her fingers and tilting Chris’ head up.
“It’s time to make a tranny sandwich,” Martin growled sexily in my ear. “I’m going to pull out so you can start fucking her and then I’m going back into you.”
As Martin eased his dick out of me, I looked down at Chris’ body splayed out before me. Someday I would have a pussy like hers, but no way would I let pussy-envy spoil the sexiest act I could ever imagine. I climbed between her legs, looked deeply into her intense blue eyes, admiring the sheen of sweat on her perfect, tanned skin.
Kneeling in front of her I allowed her soft fingers to guide my jutting, seven inch clitty into her juicing vagina. It was the first time I had ever felt pussy flesh and I didn’t want it to be the last. Briefly I closed my eyes and imagined this was Mom. At that point I was so fucking on fire I didn’t care about right or wrong or anything.
I opened my eyes and caught Chris’ gaze. I could tell she somehow figured out my fantasy, but her smile wasn’t mocking, not at all.
“That’s beautiful,” she whispered. “Never feel bad about it.”
The next thing I knew I felt Martin take hold of my waist and enter me again. Just like that we became a beast with six legs and six arms, holding and caressing and stroking and fucking each other. With my every slide into Chris’ sopping, clenching vagina I felt Martin thrusting up my ass. I was on fire with lust. I began fucking her harder. I looked down at Chris again.
“It’s okay,” she said quietly. “Look at her. Use me and look at her.”
I locked my eyes with my mom’s all the while fucking this lovely woman for all I was worth. I love you, Mom, I thought as I looked at her, imagining the pussy that I was fucking was hers instead of this lovely stranger. How deliciously perverse of me! I was smiling and crying and moaning as I quickly approached a second climax. From Chris’ cries I could tell she was too.
“Cum inside me,” I moaned to Martin. “I’m ready. Shoot your hot fucking load up my ass!”
And then all of a sudden Mom leaned forward over Chris’s head, her eyes glassy with desire and her lips slightly parted. Her mouth found mine and I wasted no time in invading her lips with my tongue. She took my head and pulled me closer, the deepest soul kiss ever. I’ve wanted Mom to kiss me like this forever! My breath blasted out of my nostrils as I fucked Chris as hard as I could. Soon we all came within thirty seconds of each other.
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———-
He opened the driver’s side door of a shiny red Kenworth rig, and helped Mom and me in. Unlike many cabs, this one smelled clean and looked almost new. There was a faint scent of perfume in the air underneath the Armor-All. Damn, how many hookers does this guy have in a day? The curtain was pulled across the sleeper cab compartment.
“Chris,” Martin called into the sleeper. “I’m back. With guests. Wait until you see.”
The curtains parted and out poked the head of a woman in her mid-twenties who could be a centerfold for Easyriders magazine, a gorgeous biker chick who looked as lovely as my mom. We hit the jackpot!
“Oh, my god,” she said with a southern accent. “She’s lovely. Is she… what I think she is?”
“One hundred percent pure California teenage tranny,” I announced with pride. “My name’s Louise, and this is my mom, Norma.”
“Your mom? Oh, wow, that’s hot. Well, come on back here everybody.”
Chris looked pretty hot to me. She wore a skin tight, thin cotton tank top that clung to her luscious C-cup breasts and hourglass waist. She wore a matching white cotton thong that was skimpy enough to suggest she either waxed or shaved, because there was only a hint of pubic bush above her protruding pussylips. My clitty was hard just looking at her. Oh, yes, I was definitely bisexual!
The three of us joined Chris in the sleeper as Martin explained to her that they’d be playing with me while my mom hung back and kept an eye on us. The couple lit up a joint, which both Mom and I declined until the very end when I took one toke. Not that I needed any loosening up at all. Finally they broke out four hundred dollar bills and handed them to Mom.
“How would you like me?” I asked. “Submissive? Aggressive? The babysitter you’ve always wanted to seduce? Let me be her.”
“Submissive works for me,” said Chris.
She firmly grabbed my hair at the top of my head and pulled my lips to hers, invading my mouth with her tongue. With amazing agility she unbuttoned my jeans with her free hand. She slid her warm hand into my panties to encircle my hard tranny cock. I moaned into her mouth.
In the meantime, Martin had reached between us and unbuttoned my blouse. I lowered my arms to my sides so he could easily slide it off. Chris gently lowered me back to the mattress and slid down my jeans. Soon I was naked in front of these two strangers and my mom, who propped up against the wall of the cab and watched, with more than a little interest. I hope this turned her on!
Chris finishing stripping herself down—oh fuck, she was sexy—and then sat up against the back wall of the sleeper. She spread her legs wide, her moist pink and red labia spreading open.
“You know how to eat pussy, darlin’?” she asked me.
“Sort of.”
“Well get in here and lay on your tummy, and I’ll guide you through it.”
As I climbed between the spread legs of this biker goddess I heard a slight inrush of breath from where Mom was sitting. I hoped it was her getting turned on from wishing it was her lying here instead of Chris! I hadn’t seen too many pussies before, and this was the first ever this close. I could have spent an hour just gazing in awe at the beautiful creases of tender pink flesh and savoring the sweet musky odor, but instead I gave myself over to Chris’ voice.
Without hesitation I dipped my tongue into the creamy folds of Chris’s minor labia, savoring the heady flavor as I moved my tongue and lips as her sighing voice guided me, licking and nuzzling from her clitoris to the honey hole of her vaginal opening. Distractedly I felt a pair of strong male hands lift my hips off the bedding, and so I spread my knees wide. Bracing myself with my forearms on the mattress, my ass was pointed up in the air, seemingly aiming my body directly into this lovely woman’s snatch.
Chris became less and less able to direct me as her moans and sighs took over her speech, but I’d gotten to the point where I didn’t really need any more guidance. Her whimpers of pleasure kept me on the right track. Then I felt a pair of hands spread my asscheeks even further and then Martin’s hot breath on my puckered little hole. I did my own whimpering as his tongue began snaking up my asshole, priming me for what I hoped was a giant cock!
After a few minutes I was moaning as loudly as Chris was. I heard Martin quietly ask my mom if she had lube and a condom handy. I would have volunteered to lube his cock with my mouth, but I couldn’t bear the thought of tearing my mouth away from Chris’ juicing cunt.
A minute later I felt something hot and hard and slippery press slowly into my tranny pussy. My dreams had come true—Martin was totally hung! My whimpers turned into cries of ecstasy as his full length slid into me, muffled only by the gooey folds of Chris’ vulva. A few minutes later Chris’ breathing and moans became ragged. She clutched my head firmly as her hips bucked in orgasm. A minute later she fell back.
“Oh, holy jeez, Martin, this little fox is a natural pussy eater!”
I turned just in time to see my mom’s eyes glazed with wistful lust and pride.
“She’s got the tightest asshole, I’ll tell ya,” Martin panted as he stroked in and out of me.
All I could do is moan and gasp in pleasure. I could feel how hard my clitty was. Chris saw.
“This hot little shemale is pretty hung, herself,” she said, “and she’s turned on.”
“Want a taste, darlin’?” Martin asked. He didn’t wait for an answer. He cupped his hands under my upper thighs and straightened up, effortless hoisting me so that he held my ass a good eighteen inches off the mattress. Without missing a stroke he continued to thrust up into my ass, driving his cock in ever deeper.
I looked down at my tranny cock standing out straight, throbbing. With a thrill of pleasure I watched Chris kneel in front of me, resting her lovely cheeks on her calves. She looked into my eyes with a devious smile and a wink before she lowered her hot mouth over my aching boner. I cried out as if touched by an electric shock, the pleasure was so intense. Soon I was lost in the sensations of being suspended on Martin’s powerful arms, his rigid meat plowing deep into my rectum and his girlfriend’s hot, wet mouth sliding up and down my cock.
“Oh, Chris,” I moaned, “I’m gonna cum!”
She briefly pulled her lips off of me. “Cum in my mouth, darlin’. I bet you’re delicious.”
The hot contact of her tongue set met off immediately and I spurted into her sucking mouth. Over the next minute she drained me dry. And yet, remarkably, I was still fully erect when she pulled away from me.
“Damn, Martin. She’s still rock hard. Let’s try what we talked about before.”
“Go for it, babe.”
“You’re gonna love this, darlin’,” she told me.
As Chris gathered up the cushions stacked against the back wall, I suddenly remembered Mom. As I looked toward her I just barely caught a glance of her pulling her hand out of her shorts. She looked a little flustered, realizing she’d been caught playing with herself while Martin continued his slow and steady deep penetration of my ass. I gave her a sweet smile.
“I love you, Mom.”
“I love you too, baby.”
Chris stacked two sets of foam cushions three high and then lay face up on top of them, raising her torso a foot off the mattress. The lower set of cushions supported her lovely ass. She spread her legs wide, opening that practically dripping gash. The other cushions supported her upper torso and neck. She turned to my mom.
“Norma, would you kneel or sit behind me and support my head so I can watch?”
Mom knelt behind Chris, interlacing her fingers and tilting Chris’ head up.
“It’s time to make a tranny sandwich,” Martin growled sexily in my ear. “I’m going to pull out so you can start fucking her and then I’m going back into you.”
As Martin eased his dick out of me, I looked down at Chris’ body splayed out before me. Someday I would have a pussy like hers, but no way would I let pussy-envy spoil the sexiest act I could ever imagine. I climbed between her legs, looked deeply into her intense blue eyes, admiring the sheen of sweat on her perfect, tanned skin.
Kneeling in front of her I allowed her soft fingers to guide my jutting, seven inch clitty into her juicing vagina. It was the first time I had ever felt pussy flesh and I didn’t want it to be the last. Briefly I closed my eyes and imagined this was Mom. At that point I was so fucking on fire I didn’t care about right or wrong or anything.
I opened my eyes and caught Chris’ gaze. I could tell she somehow figured out my fantasy, but her smile wasn’t mocking, not at all.
“That’s beautiful,” she whispered. “Never feel bad about it.”
The next thing I knew I felt Martin take hold of my waist and enter me again. Just like that we became a beast with six legs and six arms, holding and caressing and stroking and fucking each other. With my every slide into Chris’ sopping, clenching vagina I felt Martin thrusting up my ass. I was on fire with lust. I began fucking her harder. I looked down at Chris again.
“It’s okay,” she said quietly. “Look at her. Use me and look at her.”
I locked my eyes with my mom’s all the while fucking this lovely woman for all I was worth. I love you, Mom, I thought as I looked at her, imagining the pussy that I was fucking was hers instead of this lovely stranger. How deliciously perverse of me! I was smiling and crying and moaning as I quickly approached a second climax. From Chris’ cries I could tell she was too.
“Cum inside me,” I moaned to Martin. “I’m ready. Shoot your hot fucking load up my ass!”
And then all of a sudden Mom leaned forward over Chris’s head, her eyes glassy with desire and her lips slightly parted. Her mouth found mine and I wasted no time in invading her lips with my tongue. She took my head and pulled me closer, the deepest soul kiss ever. I’ve wanted Mom to kiss me like this forever! My breath blasted out of my nostrils as I fucked Chris as hard as I could. Soon we all came within thirty seconds of each other.
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———-
He opened the driver’s side door of a shiny red Kenworth rig, and helped Mom and me in. Unlike many cabs, this one smelled clean and looked almost new. There was a faint scent of perfume in the air underneath the Armor-All. Damn, how many hookers does this guy have in a day? The curtain was pulled across the sleeper cab compartment.
“Chris,” Martin called into the sleeper. “I’m back. With guests. Wait until you see.”
The curtains parted and out poked the head of a woman in her mid-twenties who could be a centerfold for Easyridersmagazine, a gorgeous biker chick who looked as lovely as my mom. We hit the jackpot!
“Oh, my god,” she said with a southern accent. “She’s lovely. Is she… what I think she is?”
“One hundred percent pure California teenage tranny,” I announced with pride. “My name’s Louise, and this is my mom, Norma.”
“Your mom? Oh, wow, that’s hot. Well, come on back here everybody.”
Chris looked pretty hot to me. She wore a skin tight, thin cotton tank top that clung to her luscious C-cup breasts and hourglass waist. She wore a matching white cotton thong that was skimpy enough to suggest she either waxed or shaved, because there was only a hint of pubic bush above her protruding pussylips. My clitty was hard just looking at her. Oh, yes, I was definitely bisexual!
The three of us joined Chris in the sleeper as Martin explained to her that they’d be playing with me while my mom hung back and kept an eye on us. The couple lit up a joint, which both Mom and I declined until the very end when I took one toke. Not that I needed any loosening up at all. Finally they broke out four hundred dollar bills and handed them to Mom.
“How would you like me?” I asked. “Submissive? Aggressive? The babysitter you’ve always wanted to seduce? Let me be her.”
“Submissive works for me,” said Chris.
She firmly grabbed my hair at the top of my head and pulled my lips to hers, invading my mouth with her tongue. With amazing agility she unbuttoned my jeans with her free hand. She slid her warm hand into my panties to encircle my hard tranny cock. I moaned into her mouth.
In the meantime, Martin had reached between us and unbuttoned my blouse. I lowered my arms to my sides so he could easily slide it off. Chris gently lowered me back to the mattress and slid down my jeans. Soon I was naked in front of these two strangers and my mom, who propped up against the wall of the cab and watched, with more than a little interest. I hope this turned her on!
Chris finishing stripping herself down—oh fuck, she was sexy—and then sat up against the back wall of the sleeper. She spread her legs wide, her moist pink and red labia spreading open.
“You know how to eat pussy, darlin’?” she asked me.
“Sort of.”
“Well get in here and lay on your tummy, and I’ll guide you through it.”
As I climbed between the spread legs of this biker goddess I heard a slight inrush of breath from where Mom was sitting. I hoped it was her getting turned on from wishing it was her lying here instead of Chris! I hadn’t seen too many pussies before, and this was the first ever this close. I could have spent an hour just gazing in awe at the beautiful creases of tender pink flesh and savoring the sweet musky odor, but instead I gave myself over to Chris’ voice.
Without hesitation I dipped my tongue into the creamy folds of Chris’s minor labia, savoring the heady flavor as I moved my tongue and lips as her sighing voice guided me, licking and nuzzling from her clitoris to the honey hole of her vaginal opening. Distractedly I felt a pair of strong male hands lift my hips off the bedding, and so I spread my knees wide. Bracing myself with my forearms on the mattress, my ass was pointed up in the air, seemingly aiming my body directly into this lovely woman’s snatch.
Chris became less and less able to direct me as her moans and sighs took over her speech, but I’d gotten to the point where I didn’t really need any more guidance. Her whimpers of pleasure kept me on the right track. Then I felt a pair of hands spread my asscheeks even further and then Martin’s hot breath on my puckered little hole. I did my own whimpering as his tongue began snaking up my asshole, priming me for what I hoped was a giant cock!
After a few minutes I was moaning as loudly as Chris was. I heard Martin quietly ask my mom if she had lube and a condom handy. I would have volunteered to lube his cock with my mouth, but I couldn’t bear the thought of tearing my mouth away from Chris’ juicing cunt.
A minute later I felt something hot and hard and slippery press slowly into my tranny pussy. My dreams had come true—Martin was totally hung! My whimpers turned into cries of ecstasy as his full length slid into me, muffled only by the gooey folds of Chris’ vulva. A few minutes later Chris’ breathing and moans became ragged. She clutched my head firmly as her hips bucked in orgasm. A minute later she fell back.
“Oh, holy jeez, Martin, this little fox is a natural pussy eater!”
I turned just in time to see my mom’s eyes glazed with wistful lust and pride.
“She’s got the tightest asshole, I’ll tell ya,” Martin panted as he stroked in and out of me.
All I could do is moan and gasp in pleasure. I could feel how hard my clitty was. Chris saw.
“This hot little shemale is pretty hung, herself,” she said, “and she’s turned on.”
“Want a taste, darlin’?” Martin asked. He didn’t wait for an answer. He cupped his hands under my upper thighs and straightened up, effortless hoisting me so that he held my ass a good eighteen inches off the mattress. Without missing a stroke he continued to thrust up into my ass, driving his cock in ever deeper.
I looked down at my tranny cock standing out straight, throbbing. With a thrill of pleasure I watched Chris kneel in front of me, resting her lovely cheeks on her calves. She looked into my eyes with a devious smile and a wink before she lowered her hot mouth over my aching boner. I cried out as if touched by an electric shock, the pleasure was so intense. Soon I was lost in the sensations of being suspended on Martin’s powerful arms, his rigid meat plowing deep into my rectum and his girlfriend’s hot, wet mouth sliding up and down my cock.
“Oh, Chris,” I moaned, “I’m gonna cum!”
She briefly pulled her lips off of me. “Cum in my mouth, darlin’. I bet you’re delicious.”
The hot contact of her tongue set met off immediately and I spurted into her sucking mouth. Over the next minute she drained me dry. And yet, remarkably, I was still fully erect when she pulled away from me.
“Damn, Martin. She’s still rock hard. Let’s try what we talked about before.”
“Go for it, babe.”
“You’re gonna love this, darlin’,” she told me.
As Chris gathered up the cushions stacked against the back wall, I suddenly remembered Mom. As I looked toward her I just barely caught a glance of her pulling her hand out of her shorts. She looked a little flustered, realizing she’d been caught playing with herself while Martin continued his slow and steady deep penetration of my ass. I gave her a sweet smile.
“I love you, Mom.”
“I love you too, baby.”
Chris stacked two sets of foam cushions three high and then lay face up on top of them, raising her torso a foot off the mattress. The lower set of cushions supported her lovely ass. She spread her legs wide, opening that practically dripping gash. The other cushions supported her upper torso and neck. She turned to my mom.
“Norma, would you kneel or sit behind me and support my head so I can watch?”
Mom knelt behind Chris, interlacing her fingers and tilting Chris’ head up.
“It’s time to make a tranny sandwich,” Martin growled sexily in my ear. “I’m going to pull out so you can start fucking her and then I’m going back into you.”
As Martin eased his dick out of me, I looked down at Chris’ body splayed out before me. Someday I would have a pussy like hers, but no way would I let pussy-envy spoil the sexiest act I could ever imagine. I climbed between her legs, looked deeply into her intense blue eyes, admiring the sheen of sweat on her perfect, tanned skin.
Kneeling in front of her I allowed her soft fingers to guide my jutting, seven inch clitty into her juicing vagina. It was the first time I had ever felt pussy flesh and I didn’t want it to be the last. Briefly I closed my eyes and imagined this was Mom. At that point I was so fucking on fire I didn’t care about right or wrong or anything.
I opened my eyes and caught Chris’ gaze. I could tell she somehow figured out my fantasy, but her smile wasn’t mocking, not at all.
“That’s beautiful,” she whispered. “Never feel bad about it.”
The next thing I knew I felt Martin take hold of my waist and enter me again. Just like that we became a beast with six legs and six arms, holding and caressing and stroking and fucking each other. With my every slide into Chris’ sopping, clenching vagina I felt Martin thrusting up my ass. I was on fire with lust. I began fucking her harder. I looked down at Chris again.
“It’s okay,” she said quietly. “Look at her. Use me and look at her.”
I locked my eyes with my mom’s all the while fucking this lovely woman for all I was worth. I love you, Mom, I thought as I looked at her, imagining the pussy that I was fucking was hers instead of this lovely stranger. How deliciously perverse of me! I was smiling and crying and moaning as I quickly approached a second climax. From Chris’ cries I could tell she was too.
“Cum inside me,” I moaned to Martin. “I’m ready. Shoot your hot fucking load up my ass!”
And then all of a sudden Mom leaned forward over Chris’s head, her eyes glassy with desire and her lips slightly parted. Her mouth found mine and I wasted no time in invading her lips with my tongue. She took my head and pulled me closer, the deepest soul kiss ever. I’ve wanted Mom to kiss me like this forever! My breath blasted out of my nostrils as I fucked Chris as hard as I could. Soon we all came within thirty seconds of each other.
make for hot one-handed reading. Many sissy erotica books available too, if that’s your thing!
Enjoy this little morsel fromMOM’S TRUCKSTOP SHEMALE. This only hints at how depraved it gets!
———-
He opened the driver’s side door of a shiny red Kenworth rig, and helped Mom and me in. Unlike many cabs, this one smelled clean and looked almost new. There was a faint scent of perfume in the air underneath the Armor-All. Damn, how many hookers does this guy have in a day? The curtain was pulled across the sleeper cab compartment.
“Chris,” Martin called into the sleeper. “I’m back. With guests. Wait until you see.”
The curtains parted and out poked the head of a woman in her mid-twenties who could be a centerfold for Easyridersmagazine, a gorgeous biker chick who looked as lovely as my mom. We hit the jackpot!
“Oh, my god,” she said with a southern accent. “She’s lovely. Is she… what I think she is?”
“One hundred percent pure California teenage tranny,” I announced with pride. “My name’s Louise, and this is my mom, Norma.”
“Your mom? Oh, wow, that’s hot. Well, come on back here everybody.”
Chris looked pretty hot to me. She wore a skin tight, thin cotton tank top that clung to her luscious C-cup breasts and hourglass waist. She wore a matching white cotton thong that was skimpy enough to suggest she either waxed or shaved, because there was only a hint of pubic bush above her protruding pussylips. My clitty was hard just looking at her. Oh, yes, I was definitely bisexual!
The three of us joined Chris in the sleeper as Martin explained to her that they’d be playing with me while my mom hung back and kept an eye on us. The couple lit up a joint, which both Mom and I declined until the very end when I took one toke. Not that I needed any loosening up at all. Finally they broke out four hundred dollar bills and handed them to Mom.
“How would you like me?” I asked. “Submissive? Aggressive? The babysitter you’ve always wanted to seduce? Let me be her.”
“Submissive works for me,” said Chris.
She firmly grabbed my hair at the top of my head and pulled my lips to hers, invading my mouth with her tongue. With amazing agility she unbuttoned my jeans with her free hand. She slid her warm hand into my panties to encircle my hard tranny cock. I moaned into her mouth.
In the meantime, Martin had reached between us and unbuttoned my blouse. I lowered my arms to my sides so he could easily slide it off. Chris gently lowered me back to the mattress and slid down my jeans. Soon I was naked in front of these two strangers and my mom, who propped up against the wall of the cab and watched, with more than a little interest. I hope this turned her on!
Chris finishing stripping herself down—oh fuck, she was sexy—and then sat up against the back wall of the sleeper. She spread her legs wide, her moist pink and red labia spreading open.
“You know how to eat pussy, darlin’?” she asked me.
“Sort of.”
“Well get in here and lay on your tummy, and I’ll guide you through it.”
As I climbed between the spread legs of this biker goddess I heard a slight inrush of breath from where Mom was sitting. I hoped it was her getting turned on from wishing it was her lying here instead of Chris! I hadn’t seen too many pussies before, and this was the first ever this close. I could have spent an hour just gazing in awe at the beautiful creases of tender pink flesh and savoring the sweet musky odor, but instead I gave myself over to Chris’ voice.
Without hesitation I dipped my tongue into the creamy folds of Chris’s minor labia, savoring the heady flavor as I moved my tongue and lips as her sighing voice guided me, licking and nuzzling from her clitoris to the honey hole of her vaginal opening. Distractedly I felt a pair of strong male hands lift my hips off the bedding, and so I spread my knees wide. Bracing myself with my forearms on the mattress, my ass was pointed up in the air, seemingly aiming my body directly into this lovely woman’s snatch.
Chris became less and less able to direct me as her moans and sighs took over her speech, but I’d gotten to the point where I didn’t really need any more guidance. Her whimpers of pleasure kept me on the right track. Then I felt a pair of hands spread my asscheeks even further and then Martin’s hot breath on my puckered little hole. I did my own whimpering as his tongue began snaking up my asshole, priming me for what I hoped was a giant cock!
After a few minutes I was moaning as loudly as Chris was. I heard Martin quietly ask my mom if she had lube and a condom handy. I would have volunteered to lube his cock with my mouth, but I couldn’t bear the thought of tearing my mouth away from Chris’ juicing cunt.
A minute later I felt something hot and hard and slippery press slowly into my tranny pussy. My dreams had come true—Martin was totally hung! My whimpers turned into cries of ecstasy as his full length slid into me, muffled only by the gooey folds of Chris’ vulva. A few minutes later Chris’ breathing and moans became ragged. She clutched my head firmly as her hips bucked in orgasm. A minute later she fell back.
“Oh, holy jeez, Martin, this little fox is a natural pussy eater!”
I turned just in time to see my mom’s eyes glazed with wistful lust and pride.
“She’s got the tightest asshole, I’ll tell ya,” Martin panted as he stroked in and out of me.
All I could do is moan and gasp in pleasure. I could feel how hard my clitty was. Chris saw.
“This hot little shemale is pretty hung, herself,” she said, “and she’s turned on.”
“Want a taste, darlin’?” Martin asked. He didn’t wait for an answer. He cupped his hands under my upper thighs and straightened up, effortless hoisting me so that he held my ass a good eighteen inches off the mattress. Without missing a stroke he continued to thrust up into my ass, driving his cock in ever deeper.
I looked down at my tranny cock standing out straight, throbbing. With a thrill of pleasure I watched Chris kneel in front of me, resting her lovely cheeks on her calves. She looked into my eyes with a devious smile and a wink before she lowered her hot mouth over my aching boner. I cried out as if touched by an electric shock, the pleasure was so intense. Soon I was lost in the sensations of being suspended on Martin’s powerful arms, his rigid meat plowing deep into my rectum and his girlfriend’s hot, wet mouth sliding up and down my cock.
“Oh, Chris,” I moaned, “I’m gonna cum!”
She briefly pulled her lips off of me. “Cum in my mouth, darlin’. I bet you’re delicious.”
The hot contact of her tongue set met off immediately and I spurted into her sucking mouth. Over the next minute she drained me dry. And yet, remarkably, I was still fully erect when she pulled away from me.
“Damn, Martin. She’s still rock hard. Let’s try what we talked about before.”
“Go for it, babe.”
“You’re gonna love this, darlin’,” she told me.
As Chris gathered up the cushions stacked against the back wall, I suddenly remembered Mom. As I looked toward her I just barely caught a glance of her pulling her hand out of her shorts. She looked a little flustered, realizing she’d been caught playing with herself while Martin continued his slow and steady deep penetration of my ass. I gave her a sweet smile.
“I love you, Mom.”
“I love you too, baby.”
Chris stacked two sets of foam cushions three high and then lay face up on top of them, raising her torso a foot off the mattress. The lower set of cushions supported her lovely ass. She spread her legs wide, opening that practically dripping gash. The other cushions supported her upper torso and neck. She turned to my mom.
“Norma, would you kneel or sit behind me and support my head so I can watch?”
Mom knelt behind Chris, interlacing her fingers and tilting Chris’ head up.
“It’s time to make a tranny sandwich,” Martin growled sexily in my ear. “I’m going to pull out so you can start fucking her and then I’m going back into you.”
As Martin eased his dick out of me, I looked down at Chris’ body splayed out before me. Someday I would have a pussy like hers, but no way would I let pussy-envy spoil the sexiest act I could ever imagine. I climbed between her legs, looked deeply into her intense blue eyes, admiring the sheen of sweat on her perfect, tanned skin.
Kneeling in front of her I allowed her soft fingers to guide my jutting, seven inch clitty into her juicing vagina. It was the first time I had ever felt pussy flesh and I didn’t want it to be the last. Briefly I closed my eyes and imagined this was Mom. At that point I was so fucking on fire I didn’t care about right or wrong or anything.
I opened my eyes and caught Chris’ gaze. I could tell she somehow figured out my fantasy, but her smile wasn’t mocking, not at all.
“That’s beautiful,” she whispered. “Never feel bad about it.”
The next thing I knew I felt Martin take hold of my waist and enter me again. Just like that we became a beast with six legs and six arms, holding and caressing and stroking and fucking each other. With my every slide into Chris’ sopping, clenching vagina I felt Martin thrusting up my ass. I was on fire with lust. I began fucking her harder. I looked down at Chris again.
“It’s okay,” she said quietly. “Look at her. Use me and look at her.”
I locked my eyes with my mom’s all the while fucking this lovely woman for all I was worth. I love you, Mom, I thought as I looked at her, imagining the pussy that I was fucking was hers instead of this lovely stranger. How deliciously perverse of me! I was smiling and crying and moaning as I quickly approached a second climax. From Chris’ cries I could tell she was too.
“Cum inside me,” I moaned to Martin. “I’m ready. Shoot your hot fucking load up my ass!”
And then all of a sudden Mom leaned forward over Chris’s head, her eyes glassy with desire and her lips slightly parted. Her mouth found mine and I wasted no time in invading her lips with my tongue. She took my head and pulled me closer, the deepest soul kiss ever. I’ve wanted Mom to kiss me like this forever! My breath blasted out of my nostrils as I fucked Chris as hard as I could. Soon we all came within thirty seconds of each other.
nice bj
Ew, a shitstick
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On Christmas break from junior high school
I’m on break from regular high school. Wanna fuck?
Bois deserve all the fucc. This lady can’t appreciate his particular shapliness, clearly.
He spelt jalapenos wrong. Unfappable
I feel bad for the guy he has a small dick and the girl has a big dick this just shows that size saddly matters
Against a futanari (assuming she is a futanari) many men cannot even compete. But it’s true, in reality size always matters, for anything.
Most real-life hermaphrodites (which by the way is the literal translation of “futanari”, the shorthand of “futa” being synonymous with “herm”) aren’t actually all that well-endowed due to their mixed sexual traits.
Most have a mix of pubic and facial hair problems, some deformities in their genital regions and so on.
Remember folks: Hermaphrodites are a rare mutation in humankind and as with most mutations severe enough to alter one’s physiology, they’re usually a bit grotesque, flawed or even outright deadly if left without proper medical care and treatment.
Wow I cant believe real life differs from drawings. What a hige IQ discovery youve made.
Hey that’s the McDonald’s lady.
There seems to be an overall story, with the Happy Meal comic, the Hooters comic, and this one.
The boy is in all three, just hair in a pony tail this time. Maybe he will finally get a job somewhere finally that someone wants him.
There ya go shad! There’s the good stuff just like the raven comic, let’s get a cumshot and some love for the redhead if you feel so inclined, merry Christmas!
This is so hot