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"I'm home." Paula called, a tremor of fear in
her voice.
"Mommy, is that you," came a sweet girl voice
from the rear of the house.
"Yes, Kathy. Its me."
Another tremor of dread and fear shook the
older woman's body. She knew Kathy had the
upper hand now that she had her mother's
secret diary. What would her daughter do with
her new-found power?
Paula's slender 16-year-old daughter came
sauntering down the hall to meet her mother.
She was wearing a short skirt that displayed
her smooth long legs, and a baggy sweatshirt
that did little to hide her pert young
breasts. Her long brown hair was arranged in
a ponytail.
Her face had a sweetness to it that almost
broke her mother's heart. Until, Paula
remembered the sick secret that her daughter
knew about her.
Kathy broke the mood with her next words.
"Well, don't just stand there, Mommy," Kathy
said in a loud, bossy voice. "Go in the
kitchen and fix me some dinner."
Paula flinched at the sound of her daughter's
order.
"Well, go on. I thought I settled who was in
charge around here this morning at breakfast.
Remember, Mommy dearest, I read your sick
little diary from cover to cover and I've got
it well hidden so you can't find it and
destroy it. I don't think the child welfare
folks would like reading it very much. All
those sick things you wanted your poor little
daughter to do to you: all those nasty, sick
things. You don't want that sort of thing to
be known about you. Do you, Mommy?"
Paula's mind flashed across the pages of her
salacious diary. Her diary, wherein she had
confessed her deepest, darkest desires to be
the submissive, humiliated, degraded plaything
of her own daughter. Her diary, which had
given Kathy the blueprint for engineering her
own destruction. Her diary, which Kathy had
read, and was now holding over her head like a
club to make her submit. There would be no
escape from it for Paula. She might as well
resign herself to doing whatever Kathy told
her from now on.
"No, Kathy. I don't want anybody to know
about what's in my diary."
The 16 year old giggled.
"Well, so long as you behave, Mommy dear, no
body will know."
Tears of shame and humiliation began falling
from Paula's eyes.
"Why are you doing this, Kathy? Why are you
destroying my life like this?"
Kathy smiled her sweetest smile.
"Because it turns me on to be the boss of you.
It gets me hot to push you around, Mommy. It
makes my little snizzipoo all wet to have you
admit to me that you know I'm the boss around
here from now on. And I've wanted to make you
do things to me for a while now, really dirty,
nasty things that you just wouldn't do unless
I made you."
Paula began to weep softly.
Kathy walked to where her mother was standing
rooted to the floor and began stroking her
hair tenderly until Paula stopped crying.
"And because you want it too, Mommy. Admit
it. You know you want it as much as I do.
Because you want me to be the boss and make
you do things that a mommy isn't supposed to
do to her little girl. That's what you want,
too. Isn't it, Mommy?"
Paula looked pleadingly into her daughter's
clear, bright eyes.
"But Kathy, it's so very wrong to want the
things I want to do to you."
Kathy continued to stroke her mother's hair
and smile.
"I know, Mommy, but you want to do them
anyway. And the only way you can do them is
to be forced by me to do them. So that's what
I'm going to do. I'm going to make you do the
sick things you want to do to me and let me do
all sorts of sick, nasty things to you in a
way where you really have no choice except to
do things my way."
Paula slowly nodded her head as comprehension
dawned.
"Say 'thank you,' Mommy."
Paula continued to nod her head.
"Thank you, Kathy," she said barely above a
whisper.
Kathy smiled at her mother's surrender.
"Now, go fix my dinner."
"Yes, Kathy." Paula slowly turned to walk to
the kitchen, still in a daze.
"What did you say, Mommy." Kathy asked, a note
of intimidation in her voice.
Paula slowly turned back toward her daughter,
a sick look of anguish on her face.
"From now on, you better call me Miss Kathy,
at least when it's just the two of us at
home."
Paula let one racking sob escape her throat.
"Yes, Miss Kathy, I'll go fix your dinner
now."
Kathy giggled and looked right at her abashed
mother as she turned back toward the kitchen.
"That's right, Mommy," Kathy taunted her
mother. "Go fix me some dinner. You know
what I like best of all. Fix that."
Kathy smiled broadly seeing the tears of shame
and humiliation began to run all down her
mother's cheeks as she turned away.
"Isn't my Mommy just the sweetest, sexiest,
sluttiest little Mommy in the whole, wide
world?" Kathy asked herself as she watched her
mother head for the kitchen. Then, Kathy
suddenly ordered Paula to stop dead in her
tracks and she sauntered over to where her
mother was almost cowering.
Kathy ran a teasing hand down the front of her
mother's blouse, brushing back and forth
across Paula's hardening nipples. Paula
reflexively thrust her chest out to meet her
daughter's exploring hand and moaned softly in
response to Kathy's lewd treatment of her.
"I wonder how far can I go with your." Kathy
looked directly into Paula's eyes.
Paula just stood there unable to move as her
daughter continued to fondle her breasts.
"Can I go all the way?"
Paula looked into Kathy's steel hard green
eyes and gulped.
"Well, can I?"
Paula felt a little nibble of lust gnaw at her
as she bowed her head.
"Yes, Miss Kathy," She said it barely above a
whisper.
Paula bowed her head in submission but her
eyes gleamed in lewd anticipation.
First Kathy had seized control of her, body
and soul. Now her own daughter wanted to
dominate her. Where would it all end? Right
at that very moment, Paula really didn't care.
Kathy giggled happily. Wow; her own mother as
a sex toy. This was going to be so sick.
"Show me your pussy, Mommy. I want to feel
you up. What girl doesn't want to feel up her
own Mommy from time to time and make her beg
for it? And now I get to do it. I really get
to do it to my own little Mommy slut."
Paula just stood there, not daring to obey and
not daring to disobey.
Slap, slap.
Kathy's hand flashed across her mother's face
and left a stinging mark on her cheek.
"You'll pay for that later tonight, Mommy."
Paula sobbed out her fear.
Without another word, Kathy took one hand and
lifted the hem of Paula's skirt well above her
waist. Then, with the long, slender fingers
of her other hand, she began to handle her
mother's vulva through her panties.
"You better start acting like you know whose
the boss around here from now on Mommy dear,
unless you want to see your diary above the
fold in the local paper tomorrow morning."
Paula cried out in embarrassment and fear at
her daughter's words and actions, but still
spread her long legs enough for Kathy to have
total access to her vagina. The young girl
giggled happily at the realization that her
mother wasn't going to do a thing to stop her.
"Mommy, you just don't know how long I've
wanted to do this to you," Kathy cooed as she
plucked, and pinched, and stroked, and
prodded.
Kathy's exploring fingers massaged round and
round in tiny insistent circles through the
thin, silky material, just above her mother's
erect clitoris. Paula responded by opening
her legs a little more and moaning softly.
Then Kathy's mother thrust her hips toward her
daughter's teasing fingers and pressed firmly
up against them in growing need.
"You sure are hot to go," Kathy giggled to
herself as she teasingly pushed aside the
panty gusset, inserted two fingers into the
spasming opening of her mom's wet vagina, and
slid them slowly back and forth. Paula began
to pant loudly as the level of her sexual
urgency increased.
Paula found it almost impossible to remain on
her feet as she sank deeper and deeper into
her addiction to submissive sex slavery to her
daughter. The older woman was being made to
understand by Kathy's relentless fingering
that this was an addiction that would win
hands down over any lingering sense of her
responsibility as Kathy's mother.
"What have you been doing, Mommy, to get
yourself so horny," Kathy asked as she felt
Paula's vaginal canal hungrily squeezing her
fingers.
Paula didn't want to say a word, but her pussy
wouldn't let her get away with it.
"I've been playing with myself in the car. I
like playing with myself right before I get
home. I like it a lot. I was thinking of you
and masturbating in the car."
Paula blushed at her lewd admission that she
fantasized about her daughter while
masturbating herself.
"You can't know how much I've wanted to hear
you say that, Mommy," Kathy grinned. "I've
been dreaming of this for years."
"I just can't wait to really get at you,"
Kathy stated as a matter of fact.
"Do you like being played with by your own
little daughter, Mommy, hmmmmm?"
Paula, entangled in a humiliating net of lust
that was the culmination of all her fantasies
about her daughter, still saw herself as
Kathy's mother and fought hard to keep from
admitting what her moist vagina already had
confirmed. She stood mute.
"I asked you a question, Mommy. Do you like
being played with by your own daughter?"
"Please Miss Kathy. Please don't make me say
it."
"Of course I'm going to make you say it, you
silly Mommy cow. That's a big part of the
fun: breaking your will to resist. Now tell
me or I'll stop playing with you and won't do
it ever again."
Paula cringed.
"Oh please; no. I'll say it; I'll say it."
"Oh yes, Miss Kathy, I like being played with
by you." Paula said between sobbing pants.
"I like it a lot. Please don't stop."
Paula could not hold back her deepest desires
any longer.
"Please make me cum, Kathy."
"Please don't stop."
Kathy smiled broadly.
"See, she likes it. She likes being her
daughter's little sex slave puss puss. Don't
you Mommy?."
"Yes, Miss Kathy. I like being your little
slave Mommy."
Kathy grew bolder because of her mother's
submissive admissions.
"Now hold up your skirt like I told you
before, Mommy, so I can use my other hand to
feel you up, too."
Paula immediately clasped the hem of her skirt
between fingers and thumb and held it up so
that Kathy could continue to diddle her vagina
with her insistent, teasing fingers.
Kathy let go of the hem of her mother's skirt
and brought that hand up to her blouse. She
began tweaking and teasing Paula's nipples
through the thin material as she continued to
slide the fingers of her other hand
rhythmically in and out of her mom's moist and
sticky vagina.
"Why Mommy, you're nothing but a little slutty
cunny, aren't you sweetie."
Despite her growing agitation at the hands of
her daughter, Paula fought hard to keep from
having to say the words that would confirm her
final and total submissiveness to Kathy. She
shook her head 'no.'
Kathy immediately stopped feeling her mother
up and just stood there while Paula wriggled
in frustration.
"Aren't you, Mommy?"
Paula continued to shake her head 'no'.
"Aren't you?"
"Yes Miss Kathy," Paula finally panted out the
words. "I'm nothing but a little slutty
cunny."
"That's right, Mommy," Kathy said softly as
she resumed her lascivious ministrations.
"Yes you are. "But the question is, whose
little slutty cunny are you."
Paula began crying again, but she knew that
she had no choice but to admit the truth.
"I'm YOUR little slutty cunny, Miss Kathy."
Paula responded huskily. By now she was
almost completely enthralled by her daughter's
tormenting hand and the humiliation that went
along with her daughter's demands. Here she
was, a grown woman, 36 years old, being
sexually aroused and lewdly played with by her
own 16 year old daughter. How long would this
go on? How long could she hope to keep her
sanity?
Watching Paula shudder into a series of pre-
orgasmic tremors, Kathy decided to break the
spell of her impending climax. She reached
out and viciously squeezed and twisted one of
Paula's big breasts through the material of
her blouse.
As Paula swayed back and forth in the throes
of pleasure from her daughter's fingers inside
her vagina and pain from her tormenting hand
upon her breast, her daughter removed her
sticky hand from Paula's nether places and
began squeezing and twisting her mother's
other breast.
"No. Please stop hurting me." Paula cried out
as lust and pain warred with each other for
control of her body.
"Be quiet, you slutty Mommy cow." screamed
Kathy. "You don't know the meaning of the
word 'pain'. Besides, I like hurting you,
don't I?"
Paula squealed, which only encouraged Kathy to
squeeze her all the harder.
"Yesssss, Miss Kathy. You like hurting me."
Paula's eyes filled with great big tears.
"I sure do, Mommy. And I'm going to hurt you
a lot, before the evening is through."
"And you're going to take it, aren't you, slut
Mommy?"
"Yes, Miss Kathy."
"And you're going to like it, aren't you,
Mommy?"
"Yes, Miss Kathy."
Kathy bent forward and fastened her sharp
white teeth on Paula's engorged nipple through
her blouse and bit down."
"Owwwwwwwwwwwww. Stop, stop, stop, please
stop." Paula shrieked in pure agony, losing
all track of anything except the excruciating
pain that Kathy was giving her.
Kathy, responding to a growing perverse desire
within herself to inflict pain upon her
mother, moved her head over and bit down hard
on Paula's other nipple.
Shriek after demented shriek echoed through
the house as Paula tried desperately to fend
off her daughter, but to no avail. The
nightmare of pain and humiliation continued
unabated by any show of mercy on the part of
Kathy.
As Paula lost strength to scream, her shrieks
turned into high pitches squeals of pain. For
her part, Kathy just kept biting down on her
mother's nipples and listening happily to her
squeals.
Just as Paula was about to lose consciousness
from the agony in her tortured breasts, Kathy,
spit out her nipple and raised her head back
up.
Paula's breath now came in ragged gasps and
big hot tears of anguish flowed down her soft
cheeks in little streams.
Kathy leaned forward and licked the salty hot
tears off Paula's face.
"That tastes good, Mommy. You make tasty
tears when you hurt a lot. And I like tasty
tears."
Kathy then reached under her mother's skirt
and jabbed two fingers deep inside her. Then,
as Kathy removed her cyprienne fluid drenched
fingers from her mother's vagina, she sighed
contentedly and said "Way cool. I could do
that to you for hours and hours."
Kathy held up her mucus-coated fingers and
looked at them.
"You obviously likes it when I hurt you,
Mommy. Here Mommy, lick your smelly old puss
puss wet off my fingers."
Paula, somewhat recovered by now from the
agony that had coursed through her breasts,
dutifully opened her hungry mouth and sucked
and tongued all of her tacky wetness off her
daughter's fingers.
When she had completely cleaned Kathy's
probing digits, Paula moved her head back and
Kathy removed her fingers from between her
mother's lips.
"That's my good little Mommy slut."
Paula blinked in surprise as her daughter
abruptly left off teasing her. Her
disappointment showed on her face.
Kathy giggled.
"OK, Mommy; fun's over." Kathy addressed
Paula like a brownie troop leader.
"Now, I believe you were in the process of
fixing me something to eat when I began my
little demonstration. Well the demonstration
is over, at least for the time being. So you
can get back to work."
Paula bowed her head and slowly walked back
into the kitchen to resume dinner fixing.
Humming contentedly to herself, Kathy went
into her bedroom, removed all of her clothes,
and donned an outfit much more suitable to
where her head was now. Then she sauntered
into the kitchen where she found her mother
Paula leaning over the kitchen counter mixing
up pancake batter.
Kathy knew that she had to keep her mother off
balance, thereby perpetuating the 16 year
old's sexual control of her submissive mother
and heightening the older woman's addiction to
masochistic sex slavery.
"Don't turn around, Mommy. I want to surprise
you."
Paula did as instructed and Kathy came right
up behind her and pressed her young body hard
into her mother's back. Paula wriggled
despite herself.
"Doesn't my little Mommykins own a digital
camera?" Kathy cooed as she slid her hands
possessively from her mother's waist up her
back, around her blouse-covered breasts, and
down her sides.
"Yes, Miss Kathy," Paula moaned, immediately
back under Kathy's spell. How, she wondered
from inside her fog of submissiveness, could
Kathy turn her on so fast and make her so
dependent and desirous with a mere touch.
"Where is the camera, Mommy?"
"I think I put it on the shelf in the living
room.
"Cool. I'll go get it. I'm sure I can put it
to good use later this evening."
"Please, Miss Kathy," Paula was suddenly
beside herself with dread. "I don't want
there to be any pictures of what you make me
do."
"That's too damn bad, 'cause I do. Pictures
of all our sick little playtimes will help me
keep you in line should you ever want to
change your tiny little mind about being owned
by me. Now stay here and finish getting
dinner ready. I'll be right back."
Kathy found the camera right where Paula had
said it was and made sure there was plenty of
unexposed disc space. She left it in the
living room, handy to her needs later on.
Kathy walked back to the kitchen wearing her
outfit of skintight shorts and sexy little
crop top.
"You can turn around now, Mommykins."
Paula's reaction to Kathy's hot lolita outfit
was sudden anger.
"Kathy, I thought I told you never to wear
that outfit again."
As the harsh words were coming out of Paula's
mouth, Kathy stepped in front of her mother
and backhanded her twice full across her
mouth.
SLAP, SLAP.
"Shut up, Mommy." Kathy screeched at the top
of her voice.
"I WANTED to put that sexy little outfit on so
you could get a good look at my scrumptious
little daughter body. And doesn't your
daughter have a scrumptious little body,
mother dear?"
Paula flinched from the stinging slap and the
provocative words.
"Well, don't I, Mommy." Kathy repeated.
"Yes, Miss Kathy," Paula said the words
automatically. But then, she actually looked
at her daughter in her sex kitten outfit.
Paula had to admit to herself, even though it
hurt her to the soul to do so, that her little
daughter did look enticing, desirable, and
attractive in a very sick incestuous sort of
way. Paula began to shiver as she suddenly
realized that she was actually becoming
seriously attracted to her daughter sexually.
In fact, if the truth were known, Paula was
getting really hot for her little Kathy.
Seeing her mother's reaction to her outfit,
Kathy giggled and spread her legs just a
little to allow her mother an unfettered view
of her long sweet legs. Her thigh muscles
flexed in response to her mother's hungry-eyed
stare.
Kathy giggled again. Then she motioned for
her mother to come over to her.
When Paula was so close to Kathy that she
could not get any closed, the girl told her to
stand perfectly still while she inspected the
merchandise.
Paula stood in agonized silence as her
daughter began to feel her up again. The
older woman so desperately wanted Kathy to be
feeling her up despite how wrong she knew her
feelings to be.
And this time, Kathy was evidencing no
inhibitions at all as she explored every part
of Paula's pliant body.
"Oh you're my little Mommy cutie," purred
Kathy as she slid her hands up and down
Paula's smooth, muscular legs, "You are just
about the sexiest thing in the world, Mommy."
Paula blushed as she began to tingle to
Kathy's probing fingers.
"Are your little nipples pinchible, Mommy."
Kathy asked sweetly as she slid her hands up
inside her mother's blouse. "Let's just see,
shall I."
As Kathy pinched and tweezed Paula's large,,
sensitive nipples, the older woman shuddered
and twisted her body in sensuous delight as
little ecstatic moans and squeals escaped her
throat.
"Why yes they indeed are." giggled Kathy as
she continued pinching and twisting her Mom's
nips.
This sex play continued for a little longer,
then suddenly Kathy pulled her hands out from
inside the blouse and said in a husky voice,
"OK, enough for now, I'm hungry."
"Mommy, lets get this show on the road.
You've got a starving kitty cat to feed. I'm
going to need all my strength for the evening
ahead. Put food on table; now."
Paula did as she was ordered, making stack
after stack of pancakes and sliding them onto
Kathy's plate again and again until she had
eaten their fill. If she hadn't known better,
Paula would have thought of this as just a
normal Friday night dinner at home with her
daughter. But Paula knew better. And Kathy
knew better.
"Are you hungry, Mommy?"
Paula looked over warily at her daughter.
Where was this leading?
"Yes Kathy, a little."
"Do you want a pancake?"
"Yes please."
"Well, come stand by me over here. Lift up
your skirt and spread your legs, and I'll give
you one."
Paula did as she was bidden. She stood right
beside her 16 year old, lifted the hem of her
skirt above her waist and spread her long,
tanned legs.
Kathy picked up a cold pancake from the stack
on her plate, folded it in half, and slid it
along her mother's moist labia. The 16 year
old continued to slide the cold pancake back
and forth until it was redolent with her
mother's sexual secretions.
"Here Mommy. Open wide."
Paula clenched her lips tight and shook her
head in defiance.
"I said 'open wide,' Mommy. You better do it
right now."
Resignedly, Paula opened her mouth and Kathy
stuffed the Paula flavored pancake into her
mother's mouth.
"Chew it thoroughly so you get all the syrup."
Paula chewed the pancake like a cow with her
cud; tears of humiliation streaming down her
cheeks. But when she finally swallowed, Paula
ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth
to be sure she got every morsel, thus proving
to herself and her two young tormentor that
the experience had turned her on after all.
Paula felt degraded and disgusted with
herself; but also sexually excited at having
been made by her own daughter to do such a
lewd thing as eat a pancake smeared with her
own intimate secretions. She was now all
expectation; thinking of the night ahead of
her.
"I'm full, Mommy. How about you?"
Paula lowered her head in shame.
"Yes, Miss Kathy. I'm full, too."
Kathy chuckled to herself.
"Then let's get on with the fun," cooed Kathy
as she slid her warm, exploring hand along the
inside of her mother's thigh.
"Mommy, you clean everything up and put it all
away so I can get down to business," Kathy
ordered her submissive mother.
Paula washed up the plates and frying pan as
Kathy sat at the kitchen table. Every once in
a while she would look toward Paula and giggle
lewdly. As a result, by the time Paula had
finished the dishes she was in a tizzy of
sexual and psychological anxiety.
As her physical hunger abated, Kathy's sexual
hunger made itself known to her once again.
"Oh Mommy, come over here to Miss Kathy."
Paula dutifully crossed the kitchen floor and
stood at attention before the 16 year old.
"All right Mommy slut, unbutton that blouse of
yours and let me see my little sex toy Mommy's
big old udders again. I've missed them so."
Paula abashedly did as she was ordered.
"Now, put your hands under your big tits and
hold them out away from your body. Offer them
up to me as a sign of your submissiveness."
Kathy watched with a lewd glint in her eye as
Paula cupped her hands under her ample breasts
and lifted them toward her daughter.
"That's a good Mommy. Do you want me to feel
you up?"
"Yes, Miss Kathy."
"Then you better beg me real nice, hadn't
you?"
"Please, Miss Kathy," Paula begged. "Please
feel up my big udders. I need to feel your
hands on me."
"Can I do anything I want to them?"
"You can do anything to me that you want to,
Miss Kathy."
Paula's lewd imprinting on her Miss was nearly
complete by now.
Kathy ran her lusty fingers over and around
her mother's tautened breast flesh; a happy
smile of contentment all over her face.
"Do you like it when I play with your udders,
Mommy."
"Yes, Miss Kathy," Paula admitted with bowed
head. Kathy's caressing hands had begun to
work their lascivious magic once more, and
Paula's little quim was twitching and itching.
Kathy began slowly rubbing the palm of her
hand against Paula's taut nipple. Almost
immediately they became fully erect and hard.
Paula gasped and moaned in sexual delight
mixed with the degradation she felt at
allowing her own daughter to feel her up. The
older woman watched transfixed as Kathy moved
her exploring hands all over her mother's
outthrust breasts. The hunger in her grew and
grew. She just had to have relief.
"You know what Mommy, you're going to beg me
to punish you for being such a nasty little
slut. Aren't you Mommy?"
Paula didn't think she wanted to be punished
by her own daughter, but Kathy's stimulating
hands were doing an excellent job of
convincing her otherwise.
"Mommy, do you agree to be punished by me for
being such a nasty little slut, hmmmmmm."
"Please Kathy, don't make me agree to that."
whined Paula.
"Oh but I am making you agree to just that,"
chuckled Kathy. "And you better agree quick,
or I'll stop teasing you."
"Now, Mommy, you know you want it. So go
ahead and beg me."
Paula sucked in her breath as she fell further
and further under the salacious spell of her
tormentor.
"Yes, Kathy, I'm begging to be punished by
you. Please punish me for being such a nasty
little slut. Please, Kathy. Please, Punish
me."
Kathy moved her face in front of her panting
mother and kissed her hard right on the lips.
"You want it real bad, don't you Mommy," Kathy
whispered right against Paula's parted lips.
"Yes, Kathy. I want it real bad."
The 16 year old mashed her lips against those
of her mother with all her might. Unbidden,
Paula opened her ravenous mouth as wide as it
would go and allowed her daughter to French
her all she wanted to.
Kathy exulted in the sexual power she now
wielded over her mother, pistoning her
stiffened tongue into Paula's mouth as though
she were actually fucking her with it. For
her Part, Paula sucked hungrily on her
daughter's tongue and entertwined her own with
it. Mother and daughter continued to kiss
passionately for a long time.
Eventually, Kathy came up for air, a beatific
smile on her face.
"OK, Mommy. I will punish you, now that
you've asked me so sweetly."
Kathy moved her hands to the undersides of
Paula's thrust out breasts and placed her
fingers right next to her mother's uplifting
hands. Making talons of her thumbs and index
fingers, Kathy began pinching and scratching
the soft and highly sensitive undersides of
Paula's breasts.
"Owwwwww, owwwwww, owwww." squealed Paula as
she stepped back from her daughter's tweezing
fingers. This vicious torment hurt worse than
anything she had so far endured.
But she couldn't get away and even in her pain
driven fog, she retained enough presence of
mind to keep holding up her breasts for her
sadistic little daughter to get at.
After an eternity of pain, Kathy suddenly
released her mother's breasts and stepped
away.
"Poor Mommy, does it hurt a lot."
"Yes, Kathy," Paula moaned. "It hurts, it
hurts. It hurts soooo much."
"Well come here to me and I'll make it all
better for you, poor little thing."
Slowly and cautiously, Paula walked over and
into her daughter's outstretched arms.
"That's right, just cry it out, Mommy. You'll
feel so much better in a little bit." Kathy
held her mom close and stroked her long hair.
The 16 year old budding dominatrix was
learning the power of alternating pain and
solace as a tool for breaking her mother into
a total sexual submissive.
As Paula's sobs finally began to subside,
Kathy stepped back and held her mother's face
in her hands.
Smiling sweetly, Kathy began to lick the tears
from her mother's stricken face. The warm,
salty tears were like ambrosia to Kathy since
she knew who had caused them to flow.
"Do you feel better now, Mommy?" Kathy cooed.
"Yes, Kathy. I feel better."
"Then kiss me, you nasty little Mommy slut,
you."
Kathy drew her mother's face right against her
own as Paula dutifully opened her mouth once
again to receive her daughter's probing
tongue. Kathy began ardently French kissing
her tormented mother as if she were some long
lost lover. This time, because of the
residual pain she felt in her breasts, Paula
tried not to kiss back, but her will to resist
ebbed away in a flash, and she found herself
panting in animal heat against her 16 year
old's mouth.
Just as before, Kathy felt absolutely
wonderful to be smooching on her mom in such a
lascivious manner. She clearly was the
aggressor, the active partner, in this game of
french kissieface. And her own mother was the
passive recipient of her lascivious kiss. For
her part, Paula was so caught up in her
craving for sexual submissiveness, that her
mind was simply awash in it. She would do
just anything to get more of this kind of
lewd, dominating attention, either from her
her own daughter.
After a long, slow french kiss that Paula felt
all the way to her very soul, Kathy pulled
away slowly. Her mother looked at her
hungrily and said softly, "Kathy , oh Kathy,
you're so pretty. "I want you so much. I
need you so badly."
"How badly, Mommy muffen. Just how badly DO
you need your little girl's attention?"
Paula just couldn't keep the words from
tumbling out of her mouth.
"Badly enough to do anything you want me to
do. Badly enough to let you do anything you
want to me. God, Kathy. You're so sexy in
those short shorts. I could just lick you all
over."
Paula shuddered as she looked her young
daughter up and down. The feelings of desire
and need just simply overwhelmed the older
woman. Paula was now totally ensnared by her
daughter's charms and dominant ways. She
could hold nothing back in her commitment to
serving and servicing Kathy just as loyally as
she served Kathy.
Kathy stood right in front of her mother;
hands on hips in a pose of strength and
defiance.
"So you agree to let me do anything I want to
punish you for being such a nasty little slut
Mommy."
"In fact, you beg me to punish you, right."
"Yes, Kathy."
"So that means that I can torment those big,
floppy tits of yours, right Mommy?"
Paula could barely stand up, she was so
conflicted with fear mixed with anticipation.
"Yes, Kathy."
"And I can beat your big squishy butt, too.
Correct."
"Yes, Kathy."
"And I can do all sorts of nasty things to
your furry ole puss puss, or maybe even your
tight little butty hole, right Mommy."
Paula wriggled in licentious anticipation at
the prospect of what was in store for her at
the hands of her daughter.
"Yes, Kathy."
"And I can pinch you, and slap you, and tickle
you, and hurt you any way I want to."
Paula shuddered once more at what she was
freely agreeing to.
"Yes, Kathy."
"And later on I can embarrass you in front of
my friends."
"Yes, Kathy; anything."
"And you can prove how much you need me by
letting me do just any sick nasty thing I want
to you."
"Yes, Kathy."
Kathy patted her mother possessively on the
rump.
"That's a good girl for Kathy."
Kathy walked over to one of the kitchen chairs
and sat down. Staring deeply into Paula's
eyes, Kathy spread her legs. Paula shuddered
as the insides of those tantalizing long,
slender, smooth legs came into view until
finally she found herself staring right into
Kathy's denim covered crotch.
"Crawl over here Mommy, I've got a present for
you since you've been such a good bad little
girl."
Paula immediately dropped to her knees, leaned
forward on her hands and crawled toward
herdaughter; big, pendant breasts swaying as
she moved across the kitchen floor.
"That's right, keep coming," sighed Kathy
languidly, anticipating her impending
pleasure.
Paula continued to crawl on her hands and
knees until her chin rested on the front of
the kitchen chair in which Kathy was sitting.
"You know what comes next. Don't you, Mommy?"
"Yes, Miss Kathy." The raw hunger in Paula's
eyes was apparent for Kathy to see. Her dream
was about to come true. She was finally being
given the opportunity to taste her daughter's
secret place.
"Ask nice, Mommy. Say 'please'."
"Please, Miss Kathy. Pleeeeeease."
"Please what, Mommy."
"Please. Please Miss Kathy. Please let me
taste you. Please."
"OK," Kathy said almost dismissively.
"Would you like to take off my shorts for me,
Mommy, so you can get at my little puss puss
better."
"Yes Kathy, please may I take off your
shorts."
"Sure Mommy. Go ahead," Kathy said as she
languidly stretched her long, sleek legs out
in front of her.
Paula reached up and unsnapped her daughter's
waistband and slowly pulled down her zipper.
As she did, she noticed that her daughter
wasn't wearing any panties.
"See Mommy. I was bad and didn't put on
panties just in case you wanted to feel me up
or play with me or some stuff."
An erotic tingle spread deep inside the older
woman's loins as her gaze fixed on Kathy's
naked legs. Paula continued to unzip the
shorts.
When Paula had unzipped her daughter all the
way down, Kathy obligingly raised up her hips
and her mother tugged her shorts off her loins
and down her long, slender legs.
Paula took them completely off, and held them
in her hands as if they were a rare treasure.
There Kathy was, naked from the waste down,
spread out and ready to receive her mother's
submissive kiss. Paula slowly slid her face
forward, stuck out her long pink tongue, and
began an ecstatic licking of her daughter's
moist labia. From Kathy's erect little clit
head down as far as she could go along the
puffy lips, Paula tasted her young daughter.
This was her very first taste of Kathy's girl
sex flesh, and she was so enraptured by it
that she almost fainted away.
Paula realized in a blinding flash that her
entire past life had been guiding her
relentlessly toward this very second of utter
submission to her daughter. The long years of
suppressing her true feelings while she raised
Kathy were at an end at last.
Kathy grabbed Paula by the ears and pulled her
mother's face firmly up against her vagina.
Paula squirmed but didn't try to pull away.
She merely opened her mouth as wide as it
could go and began sucking her daughter as
hard as she could.
"That's right, Mommy. Do me real good, slut.
You love doing this so much, don't you."
"Yes, Miss Kathy," Paula murmured as she
continued to lick and slurp her daughter.
This was more like it, thought Kathy as she
ground her vagina hard into her sex toy
mother's face, causing it to glisten with
sticky girl secretions. Kathy began to buck
hard against Paula's face and make little
mewing noises that grew louder as her climax
approached.
Suddenly, Kathy clamped her strong young
thighs firmly around Paula's face and humped;
and humped; and humped; and humped; crying in
a high voice, "Yes, oh yes, you little bitch.
Take me. Take all of me. Lick me all up you
sweet little slut, you. You're SUCH a little
Mommy slut."
Shudder after orgasmic shudder wracked Kathy's
sweat drenched body as she clamped Paula's
head in a vice like grip between her strong
thighs. Kathy continued to grind her vulva
into Paula's face and squeeze her head between
her spasming thighs. Then a thin stream of
Kathy's hot cyprienne fluid spurted over
Paula's lips and nose and even a drop or two
dribbled onto her closed eyelids.
Kathy was in ecstasy, and Paula was where she
had always belonged, servicing her daughter.
For several minutes, Kathy rocked back and
forth on the chair, moving Paula's head along
with her.
"Sooooo gooood, Mommy. You did me sooooo
good."
Paula coughed and sputtered for air as Kathy
slowly unclasped her legs. Paula slid away
from her daughter along the kitchen floor so
she could catch her breath.
"Well." Kathy giggled. "At least my little
Mommy knows how to munch her daughter's sniz."
Paula leaned back on her heels and looked up
adoringly at Kathy.
"Thank you, Miss Kathy. You taste wonderful,
just wonderful." Paula licked her lips, wiped
her face with her index finger. Then she
sucked contentedly on it like it was a sweet
treat.
"Mommy; Mommy." Kathy teased her submissive
sex toy mother as she reached forward and
stroked her hair.
"Do you still love me, Mommy?"
"Yes, Miss Kathy." Paula whispered, suddenly
titillated at the sick, perverse thought of
having put her tongue in her own daughter's
vagina.
"Do you think that you have been a good little
bad girl for me, hmmmmmm?"
Paula hesitated, knowing what lay in store for
her if she said 'yes'.
She looked up at Kathy who was tantalizing her
by sliding her hands back and forth along the
insides of her creamy thighs. Kathy smiled
down at her mother, and asked in a sultry
voice, "Well, do you, Mommy?"
Paula's willpower vanished in an instant.
"Yes, Kathy. Yes, I mean Miss Kathy. I think
I've been a very good bad little girl. May I
please have my treat again, please, may I?"
Kathy motioned for her mother to crawl back to
her like she would a pampered pet. She patted
her thigh with one hand and rubbed the inside
of her other leg with the other.
Paula didn't waist a minute, but gallumpfed
back over to her daughter right away; her rump
flexing as she moved. Kathy licked her lips
as she watched her mother crawl across the
floor and thought to herself how lucky she was
to own such a sexy pet.
Kathy reached down, picked up her discarded
shorts and handed them to her kneeling mother.
"Put your face inside and sniff the little
crotch band, Mommy girl," Kathy ordered with
an evil glint in her eye. "That will get you
all ready again for your treat."
Paula drew the shorts over her face and
breathed in the musk of her 16 year old
daughter from the crotch band. She sniffed
and whiffed, as her vagina spasmed in lustful
anticipation.
"Do I smell good, Mommy girl?.
"Yes, Kathy. You smell wonderful."
"Well stick your face in my crotch then and
really get a good whiff. I should be really
strong smelling after what you just did to my
sniz."
Paula laid the shorts aside. Then, for a long
minute, the older woman stared as if
mesmerized at her daughter's long creamy
smooth white legs and her downy pubes.
Finally, she leaned forward and began to lick
along Kathy's inner thigh.
"Cut it out, Mommy," Kathy giggled. "That
tickles. Lick my puss puss, not my leg."
Paula reluctantly took her mouth off her
daughter's leg and looked straight into her
crotch.
Kathy slowly, tantalizingly spread her legs
wider, completely revealing her vulva to the
sex hungry eyes of her mother. Paula crawled
closer between Kathy's legs.
When she was right up against her daughter's
vagina, Kathy reached out and patted her on
the head like some sort of obedient house pet,
which of course she now was.
"Good little bad Mommy girl. Now get after my
nasty slit again. I bet you can get at least
one more orgasm out of me." Kathy chuckled as
she pushed Paula's head right into her soppy
vagina.
Paula began to lap her daughter, tasting woman
wet for the second time in five minutes. But
this time it was much stronger, much muskier.
Her own 16-year-old daughter. The awareness
of this fact made Paula's own crotch soppy wet
with anticipation of just how far all this
would go.
As Paula continued to suck her daughter's
pungent juices, she felt a warm finger slowly
sliding into her drenched vagina.
"I just can't seem to be able to keep my hands
off of you, Mommy." Kathy giggled. She had
reached under her kneeling mother and had
pushed her exploring finger in and out of her
submissive mom's soppy slit.
Paula squealed with delight and wiggled her
butt shamelessly until Kathy yelled at her.
"Keep that butt of yours still so I can play
with your cute little puss puss." Kathy
ordered as she pushed yet another finger
inside her mother's twitching canal.
"Don't you dare move while I'm inside you,
Mommy. I want you perfectly still. That way
I can tease you better."
Paula, caught up totally in her subservient
role, kept her hips still, aside from
occasionally humping down on Kathy's demanding
fingers swirling around inside her vagina when
it felt especially good. She continued to
lick her daughter's vagina, tasting Kathy's
sweetness and letting her enticing smells take
her away to total bliss.
Kathy began the final long climb toward her
second orgasm.
"Mommy, don't you dare stop licking me till I
cum."
Kathy began to buck and whimper as she came
ever closer and closer to release.
Finally, the 16 year old gave out with a cry
of pure lust and fell over the edge. As she
came, Kathy jammed three of her fingers as far
as she could into Paula's vagina and held them
there. She could feel the rubbery hemisphere
of Paula's cervix, and she scratched it with
her fingernail.
Paula continued to suck her daughter's vagina
for all she was worth. Kathy's thrusting
fingers inside her vagina melded with the
exquisite taste of her daughter's flow.
Paula's own vagina dripped like a faucet.
"Don't you dare cum, Mommy. Wait your turn.
Wait till I'm through."
Paula concentrated hard on not cumming, but
Kathy's hands were insistent. It took all her
will not to allow herself to slip over the
edge.
"I said, wait your turn," Kathy yelled.
After a time, Kathy removed her fingers from
the older woman's soppy slit.
Then Kathy, now utterly spent, finally pushed
her mother's head away from between her legs.
Paula fell back on the floor, her own need
building almost to the bursting point.
"Kathy, Kathy, please help me, please help me
cum. I helped you cum. Now I need to cum.
Please, oh please do something to me so I can
cuuuuummmmmmm. Please."
Paula rocked back and forth in desperation as
her vagina spasmed and her heart pounded.
"OK, Mommy, I'll do something to you."
Kathy stood up, sidled over to her desperately
shuddering mother, reached down, and began
slapping her big breasts. Back and forth, one
then the other. Hard slap after hard slap.
Paula crumpled into a tight fetal ball on the
floor, whining and yowling like some demented
pussycat in heat. Kathy began laughing at
her. As Paula continued to cry and whimper,
Kathy laughed louder. The little dominant
walked around her sex toy slut, laughing aloud
as her mother continued to plead with her.
The teenage girl stepped right over her
whimpering, submissive pitiful little
plaything. Paula lay on the floor crying her
eyes out in unfulfilled frustration. She had
done all that was asked of her by her
daughter, had allowed the most degrading
things to be done to her, and still she had
not been allowed to attain the sexual release
which she craved so desperately.
Paula just lay there on the kitchen floor and
sobbed as Kathy stood by and laughed at her.