Mrs. Pussie sat on the edge of the bed. She looked at her daughter. Mary fixed her eyes on her mother's face as the woman began to speak.
"My darling daughter, you have opened up a new dimension in my life. I want the depth of our relationship to change. I want us to be drawn closer together. I want you to love me as I love you at this moment. I must also warn you that torture and punishment await you. You will become my willing slave. You will eat and breathe only for me. I will possess you entirely. For your service I will reward you at times with things like this."
The woman bent over the girl and kissed Mary's pussy lips. Her tongue shot out and swirled over the swelling lips. Mary was a hot one, Mrs. Pussie thought. She had barely touched the girl, and yet her pussy was steaming with desire. Her daughter was a regular hot box. And she responded readily to a male or a female.
"Oh, Mother, that's beautiful," Mary mooned as the tongue continued its journey through her moist groove.
Her mother quickly took off her clothes and lay down on the bed again. Her mouth busied itself at her daughter's pussy, licking and searching. Mary's passion mounted and she was delirious with desire. Her mother must have sensed the power she had accumulated over the girl. She wiggled her feet near her daughter's face. She stopped licking the hot pussy long enough to order Mary to suck her foot.
Mary, hot with desire and want, grabbed her mothers foot. She twisted toward it and without question gobbled the lovely toes into her mouth. Mrs. Pussie was consumed with lust and power. She stuffed her foot deeper into her daughter's hungry mouth. Meanwhile, her own body was burning with passion. She began licking the cunt with abandon, and shoving the foot back and forth in her daughter's mouth as if it were a cock.
Lust filled the room. The two women squirmed and twisted in the throes of pinion. Each fought for her orgasm. Each strove for the supreme reward. Groans and moans tilled the room. The bed shook and danced with the exertions of the two women.
"Unnngggh," Mary mooned as her body shook with fulfillment.
The foot was stretching Mary's mouth about to the tearing point. Her mother was fondling her own cunt as she wriggled and squirmed and pistoned her foot in and out of Mary's mouth. It took a moment more, and then, with a long, drawn-out sigh, her mother's wild gyrations ceased and she lay quiet.
After a few moments of blissful quiet, Mrs. Pussie sat up. She stared at her daughter, who had not dared to remove the foot from her mouth. The sight was gloriously erotic. The girl lay there, her eyes open wide and her mouth stuffed full of foot. Her mother withdrew her foot and tenderly drew her hand over Mary's cheek.
"We are going to have much fun together; my sweet," her mother said.
"I love you, Mother."
"But sometimes I will be quite harsh," Mrs. Pussie warned her daughter.
"I don't care, Mother, I will always be yours."
"Good, my sweet. I will always want you to be mine."
Mary got up, smiled, and looked at her mother. "I guess you might say I really put my foot in my mouth that time," Mary said.
The two women laughed together.
In time, Mary told her mother about the boys and her initiation into the world of sex. Her mother was impressed with the scope of her daughter's experience in carnality. She said that some day in the future they would have the boys join them in a sexual romp, but they would have to be sure that the boys could be trusted. Mary said that she knew that Johnny could be trusted. He would be the first.
Mary's mother had not done anything harsh to Mary since their experience on the bed. In the interim there had been other sessions involving cunnilingus, but none of the torture of which her mother spoke. Mary seemed to want her mother to torture her. She tried to provoke her mother a couple of times, but her mother only threatened. Mary was tired of threats. Mary's body craved cruel treatment. She did not want to baffler with the psychological reasons at the bottom of her obsession, she only wanted relief! She wanted her mother to give it to her.
One day Mary was accosted by her father. He wanted to fuck her. Mary reminded him of what her mother had said: she did not want any fucking to go on behind her back. Her father begged her to be silent; her mother would never have to know. But what if she found out? Mary wondered. She told him she wanted his cock but she didn't want to take the chance. He wouldn't take no for an answer. He dragged the girl into his bedroom. His wife was out shopping.
Mary protested very little when her father stripped her and shoved her onto the bed. He straddled her head and dipped his swelling prick into his daughter's waiting mouth. She began sucking at the thing, licking the underside where it was more sensitive. Her father groaned as his tool erected into a massive hard-on. Her mouth could hardly contain the beet. When he felt that his cock was hard enough, he withdrew from her mouth and mounted her. He placed his prick at the entrance to her cunt and slipped inside the warm tunnel. He wanted to fuck her, to give her his prick. He buried his cock deep within her cunt. He had her impaled on his rod. She loved it. She liked fucking. She liked having a cock moving within her.
"Unnggghhhh!" her father grunted, and shot a heavy load of semen deep within Mary's cunt. Just then the door opened and Mary's mother entered the room. She took in the scene before her. A look of anger crossed her face, and she called to her husband. "Get off of that girl!" Mrs. Pussie yelled.
Mr. Pussie jumped up from the bed and stood before his wife. "I'm sorry, love," he said contritely.
"You will be sorry," Mrs. Pussie said. "And you too, little witch. You too will pay for your indiscretion."
Mrs. Pussie knew that this was a special circumstance. The punishment for each of them would have to be very severe. She decided that they would be punished together.
Mary was ordered to tie her father, naked and spread-eagled, to the bed. Then she was to present herself to her mother. Mary stood before her mother in silence. Mrs. Pussie took the girl's hands in hers and wound rope around her wrists.
"What are you going to do, Mother?" Mary asked.
"Shut up, you little slut," her mother told her.
"But Mother, I told him not to do it."
"But you were there with your legs spread fucking him like a common whore!" her mother said.
Her mother stripped off the rest of her daughter's dotes and had Mary leaned over the high-backed chair. Mrs. Pussie went to her bureau and brought forth a whip. She walked over to where her daughter was draped over the chair, her darling rear sticking out provocatively, saucily. Mrs. Pussie felt the pangs of desire prickling throughout her groin. The thought of the punishment, of the sexual liberties which she was about to experience, filled her with pleasurable feelings. Mrs. Pussie examined her daughter's body with a practiced eye. She lifted her hand which held the many-thonged whip and flicked it lightly across Mary's backside.
Mary flinched but stayed in place. Then the whip lashed into her flesh a second time. This time the blow was much harder. It burned.
"Yes, Mother. Whip my ass for being naughty. Beat me for disobeying you. I want it. I need it. Correct me," Mary whimpered.
The whip lashed across her fanny again.
"OUCH!" Mary cried out.
Again the whip landed against her jiggling ass.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Mary yelled.
The harsh whip burned Mary's ass. Her cheeks were red and marked. She squirmed and wriggled over the back of the chair. First she stood on one leg and theft on the other. Back and forth she stepped, moaning and groaning with the pain. Yet she loved every bit of it. She loved her mother's dominance. She enjoyed the maltreatment. She liked being used. She was her mother's pan and she liked the feeling. She wanted nothing more than to be at her mother's disposal. Her mother caused strange and wonderful feelings to course through her aching body. The pain, the shame, the humiliation and degradation, all added to the experience. It gave it meaning and purpose.
The whipping had ceased. Her mother lifted Mary into the chair, her shoulders supporting her weight, and her legs waiving in the air. Then her mother looked into her daughter's eyes and kissed the area between Mary's thighs. Mary gasped. Her mother's tongue licked through the lips of the girl's pussy.
"Oh, Mother, it's beautiful, lovely," Mary moaned. "I love your mouth on me, ohhhhh, ummmmnnnn…"
Mrs. Pussie loved to hear her daughter's squeals of delight. It gave her a feeling of power over the squirming woman. She licked through the sopping cunt with glee. She wanted to bring on her daughter's orgasm. She wanted to please her. She wanted to tie the girl to her with sinful cords of pleasure and pain. She wasn't satisfied with being the girl's mother, she wanted to be her queen.
Her hands ran softly over her daughter's thighs. She sometimes pinched the heated flesh to remind the girl that she was still the boss. Even though her mouth was buried in her daughter's fanny, Mary was to understand that her mother was doing this filthy act only because she wanted to and not because Mary wanted it so!
Mrs. Pussie found herself enticed by the genital area of her daughter. She liked licking and kissing it. She found herself drawn to the crinkled brown hole. She found that she had the impulse to stick her tongue into the girls anus. She wondered what kind of a feeling it would give Mary. As for herself, she thought she might like a tongue up her own agitate! She moved her tongue in wider circles around the steaming hole. She was edging nearer to her goal. She didn't want to appear too anxious. Finally, she found the place. Her tongue licked over the area tentatively.
"Ooooooeeeee!" Mary squealed, never having had her asshole tongued before.
The tongue dipped between the powerful sphincter. It insinuated itself about an inch and a half into the hot anus. Meanwhile, Mrs. Pussie was stroking the girl's pussy with her fingers. The act filled Mrs. Pussie with shame and thus made the whole thing more exciting! She wondered how Mary felt.
"Oh, Mother, I never… ohhhh," Mary groaned in sheer delight.
Knowing that the act was driving her daughter wild, Mrs. Pussie continued. At the same time she massaged her daughter's boiling cunt. The girl was squirming and moaning, on the verge of coming. At the moment when Mrs. Pussie felt that Mary was beginning to come, she shoved her tongue forcefully into Mary's convulsing asshole.
"Oh, my God," Mary sighed deeply.
Later, Mary was on her feet. She embraced her mother tenderly. She told her that she had made her the happiest daughter in the world. She said she hoped that their new relationship would bring them each what they desired from the other. Mary told her that she was her devoted slave and would do anything the older woman wanted. She told her mother that no one had ever made her come with such great intensity as she did. She said that she must be one of those queer girls. Her mother comforted her and said not to call herself names. She said that if something gave you real pleasure then it was light.
"You cause me pain too," Mary said in slight bewilderment.
"Yes, honey, but that's because I want you to contrast the pleasure with the pain. If you obey me implicitly you will know little pain. If you disobey me there will be much pain. It is a choice you must make every day. I will be ready to punish you every day. I will want to punish you every day."
"Yes, Mother," Mary said contritely. "I will want that."
"Now, my darling daughter, you will take care of some of my needs."
"Yes, anything," the girl said with genuine enthusiasm.
"Since you know that a woman enjoys having her privates licked, I want you to do that for me," her mother told her.
"I'd be delighted," Mary said.
Mrs. Pussie jumped onto the bed, tugged her dress up around her waist and told her daughter to take off the panties. Mary was delighted to remove her mother's white cotton panties. She took them down the long and beautiful legs and placed them at the foot of the bed. Her mother spread her legs wantonly while Mary climbed onto the bed, her head at her mother's groin. Mary took a whiff of the older woman's cunt.
"Come, honey, put your mouth on me. Make your mother happy."
Mary had never licked cunt before. She would draw upon her knowledge of fellatio to get through this. Surely if she could satisfy so many boys and her father too, then satisfying a woman must be easy! She dipped her head between her mother's thighs, touched the woman's bush with her nose. She licked her agile tongue over the entire surface. She licked downward and back up. She licked the tender piece of flesh between the woman's asshole and her cunt was already on the verge of coming.
Her excitement had already been at fever pitch. Mary's tongue swirled into the groove of her mother's pussy. Then she began to snake it inside the woman's vagina. Her mouth closed over the cunt and she shoved her tongue in and out as if it were a cock.
"Oh, my baby… that's good… sooooo good," her mother crooned, definitely carried away by the experience.
Mary licked and sucked the sopping pussy with great vigor. She placed a finger at her mother's anus and with great care, began slipping it inside her mother's hot and moist rectum. Mrs. Pussie gave a start as the finger entered her. She had never been had in this manner before. She was turned on by the very boldness of the act. The tongue on her pussy and the finger moving in her asshole brought her over the top.
"Ohhhhhh… unnnggghhh… aaahhh," Mrs. Pussie sighed as the delicious convulsions gripped her desire-enveloped body.
Mrs. Pussie claimed her daughter heart and soul. Mary wanted nothing more than to be her mother's little pet. One day Mary committed what her mother thought was a severe infraction. The girl had forgotten to take a bath. Her mother said that Mary would have to be punished for being remiss. On this occasion Mary was going to learn about her mother's real need for chastisement.
The girl was led to her mother's bedroom. There she was made to undress. She stood before her mother and awaited an order. Her mother fastened a dog collar around the girl's lovely neck. Attached to the collar was a chain.
Mrs. Pussie began to explain to her docile daughter: "This collar and chain is what I train your father with. I am going to treat you like a dog, just as I do your father."
Mary stood before her mother, not saying a word. There was nothing to say. There was no excuse to be made. She deserved the punishment, whatever it would be.
"Down on your hands and knees, dog!" her mother ordered.
Mary obeyed. She knelt down, looked up at her mother like a puppy that had done something wrong.
"Crawl!" her mother commanded.
Mary began to crawl around the floor, following where her mother would lead. Mrs. Pussie watched her daughter's body move and jiggle. She began getting hot as she watched the woman's ass cheeks rub against one another. Seeing the hairy bush excited her. She wanted to get down on her knees and suck the girl's cunt. That wouldn't do. She would lose her position of dominance. She would become the enslaved. She kicked Mary in the ass a few times so she wouldn't get bored.
"Ouch!"
"Shut up, hound!" her mother warned her.
Tiring of her little game, Mrs. Pussie bent over and shoved her index finger up Mary's asshole.
"Get up and stand straight," her mother ordered, her finger still in the tight anus.
The girl rose to her feet and stood at attention. The finger gave her impetus to do as she was told. She obeyed the finger.
"Good," her mother said.
The woman pulled her finger from her daughter's asshole and moved around to the front of the girl. She looked into her eyes. Mrs. Pussie saw the smile appear on her daughter's lips. She took a rope and tied Mary's hands behind her back. She stood in front of her daughter again and slapped one of her breasts with the palm of her hand. She slapped the other one. She flailed wildly at the full tilt. Slight moans of discomfort began oozing from Mary's throat.
Laughing wildly, her mother still slapped each breast in turn. She pulled and pinched the tender nipples in a frenzy.
"Ohhhhhhh… please, stop… it hurts me!" Mary wailed.
This angered her mother. Mrs. Pussie squeezed each of her daughter's breasts as if they were dials on a television set. Her fingers dug deep into the tender flesh.
"OUCH! OH MY GOD! It hurts so bad, please stop!"
But deep inside Mary didn't want her mother to stop. She would have hated her if she stopped. She was weak and had to cry out, but her mother was strong and could hold out.
Mrs. Pussie suddenly punched her daughter in the cunt. The girl yelled and fell backward on the bed. Her mother chuckled like some crazy witch. She cursed her daughter and stripped off her own clothes. Through tear-filled eyes Mary could see her mother's naked body. It was a sight to behold. She was fascinated by it, couldn't take her eyes off of it. She peeked at the hairy cunt which was much like her own. She wanted the jiggling breasts as her mother moved close to the bed. Then her mother went to one of the nightstands, giving Mary a wonderful glimpse of her full-cheeked ass.
Taking an ugly, black, many-fingered whip from the drawer, Mrs. Pussie moved toward her daughter and the bed. She smiled down at Mary and held the whip aloft for her inspection. "You do know that you deserve what you're going to get?" Mrs. Pussie cried.
"Y-y-yes," Mary said, her words unsure.
"You know that I like a clean body to work on?"
"Yes," the girl answered.
"You deliberately disobeyed me, correct?"
"Y-y-yes, Mother."
"I'm glad at least that I do not have to punish you for lying too," her mother told the cowering girl.
Mrs. Pussie helped her daughter to turn onto her tummy. She untied the girl's wrists and fastened them to one of the bedposts. Now the girl was defenseless, on her tummy with her hands tied to the bed. She could not even watch her tormentor as she chastised her. Mary felt sad because she liked to watch the play of emotion on her mother's face when she was punishing her.
Now her mother was pulling her thighs apart and fastening rope around each ankle. She tied each foot to the bottom of the bed. Her daughter was now open and vulnerable. To keep the girl from screaming too loudly, Mrs. Pussie stuffed her own smelly panties into the girl's mouth and tied a small bath towel around her head to keep the gag in place.
Mary knew she was in for it. Her mother had never used a gag before. This was going to be a terrible session! Her body would pay dearly.
Mary's meter began by lightly whipping Mary's shoulders. The lashes were more like caresses. The woman methodically moved down the girl's back. Once that area had been completely dealt with, the woman whipped lightly up each leg. She whipped each thigh, exciting the girl on the bed tremendously. Just as Mary was settling down to enjoy this procedure until she climaxed, the whip struck her fanny harshly. The girl flinched and a muffled scream filtered through her gag.
The whip had left one red mark across the two hillocks. Her mother was pleased with the esthetic quality of the lash mark. She stuck the quivering behind again. Mary jumped again. The whip burned and hurt her tender mounds. Her mother was an accomplished sadist. She knew all the tricks of waiting, creating a suspenseful atmosphere. She knew when to be mildly cruel and when to be extremely cruel. She was a true dominatrix. No wonder her father loved her!
Her mother lashed her a third time, and a fourth, and a fifth. But soon Mary could detect a jerky motion in her mother's whipping. She was less methodical. She was more passionate. Mary knew that the whipping was exciting her mother sexually. She felt good about that. She knew that in a sense it was her body exciting her mother. She knew that it was her surrender, her giving in which aroused her wicked mother!
The heavy whip thongs dug into the flesh of her ass cheeks several more times. The pain was not so extreme any more; her tender cheeks had become slightly numb. Her mother began whipping the girl's thighs, striking in the tender areas where the ass cheeks melt into the flesh of the thigh. Mary was hot and bothered by these proceedings. She needed to come. By the sounds and actions of her mother, she too needed to climax.
Mrs. Pussie untied one of her daughter's feet. Then she sat on the bed, wriggled into place and began trying to shove the delicate foot into her well-moistened cunt. Once she got the foot inside her body she began to hump the foot like mad. Mary could feel the enveloping warmth of the cunt. It was wet and sloppy, and her foot moved easily in and out. Her body moved against the bed, rubbing her groin against the bedspread. The foot fucking added to her arousal. Soon both women came.