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One Last Great Romance Ch. 01

By: MTLL



Authors' note:

This story is based on Desperate Housewives and it takes place after Season 4 although there are some differences. It's a Julie/Susan pairing so if you don't like mother/daughter stories you should read no further.

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The water pounded against the window so hard that it made the baby kick. Automatically and without even thinking about it Susan Delfino laid a hand on her bump. The baby quieted and stilled. Susan resumed looking out - it was and wet and dull. It matched her mood. The rain was torrential, it came down so hard it was literally like a tap had been turned on, a constant flow of water cascading down from the Heavens.

Where Mike was.

Susan wiped away a tear; she had to be strong for the baby's sake. 'Maynard James', 'MJ', that's what they were going to call him after Mike's Grandfathers. Now Mike would never call his son anything, never hold him in his arms or take him to play baseball in the park. It had been a stupid lapse of concentration, a one in a million piece of bad luck that had left Mike's truck a twisted lump of metal and rubber and Mike an twisted lump of flesh and bone within it, dead before the ambulance arrived.

She sat there, looking out, so long that the dingy sky went from dark grey to black. That would have matched her mood even more, but slowly the clouds moved away and out came the moon and its surrounding stars. Susan remained in place, lost in her thoughts and memories; she was still there when the lights of a car shone through the windows as it pulled into the drive. It forced Susan out of her reverie and she got to her feet, her back ached both from the bump in front and the realisation she had been sitting in the same place and position for close to an hour.

The front door opened and in came Julie, the eighteen-year-old had been a rock in the months since Mike had passed away. And tonight was no exception. The teen held up the bag of groceries, "I'm back," she said stating the obvious, "I'll get the rest from the car." She cast a look at the table, the dinner dishes were still sitting there, a dinner, that as normal Julie had cooked. Susan had meant to wash them up, but somehow she had forgotten or, perhaps it just hadn't seemed important. The teen saw her Mom was following her glance, she shook her head and motioned for her Mom to sit back down, "Don't worry, I'll wash up when I've finished packing away."

"Thanks," said Susan. She remained standing for a few moments, it seemed like she would be taking Julie for granted if she sat back down, but if she made a move to help with the groceries or to do the dishes it would seem like she wasn't listening. She compromised, "I'm going to go upstairs and have a shower and have an early night."

"Okay Mom," said Julie.

*

Julie looked in the mirror as she brushed her long hair; she'd always been proud of it, it's length, its colour, its texture. Her neighbour, Danielle, said it was her best feature. Though with Danielle Julie wasn't sure whether it had been a compliment or a way to say she had next to no boobs and her ass was skinny. The teen shrugged, she had more important things to think about than her friend's back-handed comments - like her Mom.

It wasn't that Julie didn't think her Mom should mourn - she should, she had lost her husband in tragic circumstances. It was just that the mourning was going on too long and was too deep. Her Mom needed to snap out of it and get on with her life, especially with a baby on the way. What, the teen decided, her Mom needed was a man - someone to bang her back into life. A small smile crossed her face at the irony of that, Julie had thought her Mom needed Mike to get over her Dad, now she needed another man to get over Mike. She wondered if that was her Mom's fate, a series of romances, all of them ending badly and all needing a new lover to reawaken her Mom's ardour. She sighed and put down the brush; sadly single men in Fairview who weren't gay, psychotic or dead (or all three) were as common as three legged elephants.

The teen left the bathroom and started to head towards her own room. Outside her Mom's room she paused, she could see the light was on, it spilling onto the landing through a crack under the door. Through the same crack she could hear low little sobs. Part of her said to ignore it, go to bed and sleep and let her Mom cry it out. But more of her said she had to go in - though she wasn't sure how much of that was to comfort her Mom and how much it was to tell her she needed to buck up.

She opened the door. Susan was sitting up in her bed, looking at a photo album. For a moment she didn't see Julie and the teen kept silent looking at her Mom. 

It was some sight. Despite her Mom's red, puffy eyes she still looked more beautiful than a woman in her early forties should be. The pregnancy enhanced her, even in her misery she seemed to have a glow, a radiance about her and the bulge of her milk-filled tits pushed them over the top of the silk negligee she was wearing so that the brown nipples were visible. Julie felt herself becoming aroused and old feelings resurfacing.

It was just after her Mom and Dad had separated that Julie had realised she was sexually attracted to her Mom. The way she walked and talked, the slinky seductive way her ass would wiggle as she bent down, the tight dresses she wore before she went for a night on the tiles - all had made the younger teen masturbate furiously in the depths of the night. Often she had fantasised about walking into her Mom's room and them making furious and passionate love on the bed, Julie ramming dildos into her Mom until the older woman was screaming in orgasmic ecstasy. 

She had never thought about acting on these urges, her Mom would have been appalled and it would have damaged their relationship forever. And also she sure, that unlike Julie, Susan was not a lesbian. That was the other reason that Julie had never acted on them, just as she felt her desire for her Mom was starting to become overwhelming she'd met her first girlfriend. Just as quickly as they'd started her sexual feelings for her Mom had vanished to be replaced by feelings for the girl she was secretly making out with. Over the next three years Julie had a number of female lovers, some her own age, some older, some long-term, some quick and secret fumblings in the back alleys of Fairview. But looking at her Mom, so vulnerable and sexy with her tits almost popping out, the old feelings returned, reminding Julie she was currently girlfriend free and her hidden strap-ons hadn't been uncovered for weeks.

"Julie?" Susan looked up from the album.

For a second Julie was flustered, lost in her admiration of her Mom's sweet body, but she quickly recovered, "I just came to see you were alright? I thought I heard crying."

"I'm fine," said Susan, though the way she wiped away the beginnings of a tear suggested that she might not be telling the truth, "I was just looking at some old photos." She held up the album.

Sitting on the bed Julie took the album from her Mom's unresisting hands and put it on the bedside table. It meant that if Julie looked down she could see her Mom's tits unimpeded; she tried to keep her gaze fixed to her Mom's face, beautiful and sad though it was, "Mom, you need to move on. You can't live like this, there's a baby coming and he needs you to be a parent, not a weeping willow."

"I'm sorry," sniffed Susan, "It's just..."

"Just what?" asked Julie, she needed to be stern and she hoped her voice had the necessary hardness.

Her Mom shrugged and patted the bed beside her, "I get so lonely, at night, without Mike."

That was something, at least, thought Julie, if she was lonely her Mom might start considering another man to warm her bed and her heart. She decided that she had been tough enough and now it was time for some comfort, "It'll get better Mom. You'll meet someone and won't be lonely again."

"Until then?" sniffed Susan, "It's lonely now."

Julie paused thinking of what she could say that would make her Mom feel better. However, before she could Susan spoke again, her voice meek, "I don't want to be alone tonight Julie. Sleep with me."

For a second Julie misunderstood and her heart skipped a beat, then she realised her Mom was using the words 'sleep with me' in their literal sense about sharing a bed, rather than in their more common use. She smiled and nodded, slipping out of her robe so that she was just wearing her nightie and pulling back the sheets so she could snuggle in, "Okay. Just for tonight," she said.

Her Mom gave her a gentle smile, reached over and turned off the light plunging the room into darkness.

As was often the case with her mother it was a well-meaning, innocent move which was simply poorly timed as Julie had only just pulled the bed sheets over herself and the older woman. This would be no problem if Julie was merely going to sleep next to her Mom, however given the other woman's emotional state Julie had already committed to the idea of cuddling up to her mother, hopefully making her feel a little better in the process. So before she could stop to evaluate and coordinate a plan Julie found herself reaching over, luckily missing her Mom's baby bump as intended, however her hand gently landed on something soft.

Quickly Julie realised she was touching one of her Mom's barely covered boobs, and while she immediately corrected the mistake so that it surely couldn't be mistaken for anything except innocent and accidental, which it was, the teen was very grateful of the darkness. Sure, it was the reason for the accidental touch, but it was also the reason that her Mom couldn't see her blushing slightly and not acting like grabbing her mother's tit was gross or giggle worthy.

For a brief moment Julie thought about faking one or the other, or perhaps apologise, but as her Mom didn't say a word she decided it would be better to let the moment pass and be forgotten.

Perhaps in another time and another place that would have been it. But it wasn't.

For the first five, maybe ten minutes Julie quietly made a list of all the things that she would have to do tomorrow, re-evaluat the last five books she'd read, look into her choice of colleges, and briefly reconsider Danielle's latest offer to go to a 'party', which could be anything from a massive rave to two guys with some stolen beer. The whole time she cursed herself for not requesting some time to read before they went to sleep, and part of her wishing she was back in her own room where she didn't have too fill her mind with thoughts to keep away far more inappropriate ones. Then finally Julie began to notice something was wrong.

Her Mom's breathing and heartbeat were erratic, and her body was stiff, like she was nervous or something. Automatically Julie moved her hand down to her mother's swollen stomach to see if there was something wrong with the baby but her little brother seemed oddly subdued, leading Julie to frown and wonder what could possibly be the cause of these reactions.

Julie had heard the worst thing about studying medicine was that you often feared the worst because you knew just how badly things could get. That was proving to be true, even for someone reading above their academic level for 'fun', Julie desperately searching her mind for any pregnancy related complications, many of the things flashing through her mind being fatal for both the mother and infant. Then, while listing the side-effects of pregnancy in her mind, she stumbled across a rather simple answer which had her own breath and heartbeat become erratic while her body stiffened.

Cautiously testing out this theory Julie slowly moved her hand up until was in its original position, only instead of an accidental pressing she intentionally cupped her Mom's boob, her index finger slowly sliding up until it reached her mother's nipple which she could easily feel under the soft negligee. The little gasp and then moan that escaped the older woman's lips were enough to prove Julie's theory correct, although again she had found herself in an act she was already committed too, and truthfully there was something thrilling about finding her mother's nipple to be so hard.

"Mom, are... are you-" Julie began, honestly unsure what to say.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry sweetie." Susan whimpered, feeling so ashamed in that moment that she wished the Earth would swallow her whole, "I... I'm, I'm just so sorry."

"Shhhhh." Julie cooed, lifting herself up slightly so she could look at her mother, her eyes now so adjusted to the darkness that she swore she could see the horror on the older woman's face, "It's natural for a pregnant woman to be very hormonal, and part of that is a little horniness. It'll pass."

"I don't think it will." Susan moaned, the next part just slipping out, "I swear, I'm horny all the time, and the only thing that changes is how much."

"So, let's do something about it." Julie said supportively.

"I... I can't." Susan said softly.

"Why not?" Julie blurted out, quickly clarifying her statement, "I mean I know it must be hard, but you don't need a lifetime commitment, or a great romance, you just need to get laid. You just need a distraction, something to take your mind off things and make you feel good for a little while."

"I told you, I can't." Susan said firmly, before adding a little more softly, "Besides even if I could, I'm a whale. A big, fat ugly whale."

"No." Julie said softly, "You're beautiful. Gorgeous. I swear Mom, your glowing and it's making you sexier than you've ever been."

Susan blushed fiercely, "That, that's sweet of you to say, but-"

"But nothing. I mean it." Julie pushed, "If you walk into a bar I swear, they'll be lining up."

Susan bit her lip, finding herself briefly considering it for a few seconds, then shaking her head, "No. I couldn't. Besides, I'm not sure I would really want to go home with a stranger in my current condition. And it's not like this town is overrun by great guys. And... and I've never been good at, you know, flirting."

Julie smiled at her mother's last comment before analysing that and the rest of her points. She could certainly find no flaw in them, Julie instantly imagining the rather painful process of her Mom trying and failing to hit on single guys before going home with an axe murderer. Obviously she didn't want that, but she didn't want her mother's hormones intensifying her feelings of horniness and loneliness.

"Honestly Julie, I'm fine. I don't need a man." Susan insisted.

From the tension in her voice Julie could definitely sense that her mother was far from fine, but maybe she was right about one thing. Maybe her Mom didn't need a man.

Yes, what Julie did next had a lot to do with fulfilling her own desires, but it also genuinely had a lot to do with wanting to help the woman who gave her life. After all, it wasn't like women were any better than men in this town, as Julie knew from experience, so rather than continuing to try and force her Mom into a one night stand with a random guy or perhaps even a random girl, Julie made what honestly felt like the next logical step.

It helped that she just noticed she hadn't let go of her Mom's tit throughout this conversation, and that if possible the older woman's nipple seemed even harder than before.

As if she was dropping the subject and going to sleep Julie moved herself back down so she was snuggling into her Mom's body, strategically placing her mouth by the older woman's ear while keeping her hand on her mother's breast. Then, even though her throat felt suddenly so sore her words were barely audible, Julie whispered, "Maybe... I, I... maybe I can help..."

Susan smiled softly, briefly wondering why Julie sounded so nervous, before answering, "That's sweet honey, but you don't need to try and, and set me up... or, or anything."

As Susan was speaking Julie pressed her lips softly against her neck. Which was probably just some kind of weird display of affection... but at the same time Julie began slowly circling Susan's nipple with her finger through the negligee. Then her lips, which lingered for quite a while on that one spot, started moving up, then down, then up again, Julie gently kissing her neck while her fingers seem to become more bold, circling her nipple this way and that, and gently massaging it, and... all of a sudden there was a loud moan escaping Susan's lips.

Between her last sentence and that moan Susan had been frozen, her mind not only unable to comprehend what was happening but feeling like it couldn't even try. Then all of a sudden she moaned and then Susan was very aware something was happening to her. Not that she wasn't aware of it before, but while she still couldn't comprehend what Julie was doing Susan was horribly aware of what her body was doing. It... it was becoming aroused, or more accurately even more so, that yearning she had been regularly feeling becoming unbearable.

Suddenly Julie's hand was sliding underneath the silk negligee, waking Susan up enough to finally stutter, "Ju, Julie... wha, what are you doing?"

Ever so slowly Julie kissed her way up to her Mom's ear and whispered, "Helping."

Susan opened her mouth to try and ask what Julie meant by that, but then the younger girl cupped her aching breast which dissolved any words she might have been trying to get out into another long moan. Many moans then followed, more than half of them and attempt by Susan to talk but the mother had no idea what she was possibly going to say, her mind so overwhelmed with thoughts and feelings she thought she was going to explode.

After what seemed like an eternity Julie's lips moved up to Susan's cheek and then up to the corner of the older woman's mouth. On instinct Susan closed her eyes in preparation for a kiss, but Julie kissed around her lips and then made her way down to the other side of her neck, the teen moving her body so she was now resting on the opposite side. This meant she could play with Susan's other nipple, torturing it until it was painfully hard as the other.

As whimpers of frustration began leaving her lips Susan was forced to focus on the horrible thing she'd been either unwilling or unable to admit the past few minutes, or however long it lasted. Her perfect daughter was making a move on her. Her baby girl wanted to have sex with her. Her sweet little Julie wanted to fuck her.

Ignoring the twisted thrill that gave her Susan forced herself to sound as firm as possible as she scolded, "Julie stop. This is wrong."

Julie immediately stopped, although she was far from giving up, "Is it?"

"Yesssss!" Susan exclaimed softly, "You're... you're my daughter!"

"And I love you." Julie whispered, "And I want to help you."

"But-" Susan began.

"You said it yourself, you're not good at flirting, and finding you an available man, or woman, would be difficult. I guess we could get you a gigolo or something like that, but then you risk disease at a really, really bad time." Julie whispered firmly, before moving so she was looking her Mom in the eye, gently cupping the older woman's cheek and then softly adding, "And even if we could find somebody... they wouldn't love you like I do. Wouldn't be willing to do whatever it takes to take care of you. And that's all I'm doing Mom, taking care of you. Ok?"

For a few long moments Susan just stared up at her daughter. What Julie was saying... it almost sounded... reasonable. But it was wrong. Susan knew it was wrong, and she had to convince Julie of that.

So she began, "We can't-"

"We can." Julie cut her off, quickly adding, "Please Mom? I can tell how badly you need this, and I... I, I don't want you to be lonely anymore. Please... let me help you take your mind off everything. Just... let me help you..."

As she trailed off Julie pressed her lips to her Mom's cheek and then began kissing her way back to her mother's neck.


One Last Great Romance Ch. 01



"I... I... ohhhhh Julie." Susan moaned, desperately trying to form words, "It's... we... I..."

Julie moving back up so she was inches away from Susan's lips silenced the older woman, a tremble running through the pregnant mother at how her daughter's eyes briefly lingered on her lips before looking directly at her again.

"I'm just helping. That's all." Julie lied, before adding something that was true, "I love you Mom."

With that Julie did something she'd wanted to for a very, very long time. She kissed her Mom. And it was... kind of awkward, at least at first. However while her mother didn't kiss back she didn't pull away either, Julie taking this as a sign she should continue caressing her Mom's lips with her own. Then after a few long moments of gentle yet unfortunately one sided kissing Julie took a risk and she began softly playing with her mother's tits again. This made her Mom moan loudly into her mouth and tents for a few agonising seconds, and then finally she began kissing back... her Mom was kissing her back... she and her Mom were kissing.

For a few long moments Julie became lost in that fact, the fantasy of kissing her Mom finally living up to her expectations. Then she pushed her tongue into her mother's mouth and suddenly her expectations were being surpassed. Not because her mother was the best kisser she'd ever had or that she was even kissing her back super enthusiastically, although the timid way the older woman massaged her tongue with her own definitely added to Julie's enjoyment, but because Julie felt something she'd never felt before when kissing someone. Fireworks, sparks, butterflies, and a thousand other cliché things which she'd never imagined actually feeling was happening all at once inside her, and best of all she could tell that her Mom was feeling them too.

That was why after only another five minutes or so of kissing Julie gently reached down to tug the silk negligee off her Mom's body. Her mother even lifted herself up at the right moment to help Julie remove the garment, and whether that was a conscious or unconscious act or not, it was hard to tell given the faraway look in her Mom's eyes, Julie took it as a positive sign so she quickly moved her lips down her mother's body to those big swollen tits she had been playing with for what felt like forever.

Julie wasted no time in kissing her way up one full breast and taking her Mom's nipple into her mouth. For a moment a smile threatened to cross her face as she felt just how hard that nipple was, but then Julie began sucking and it was almost like her academic mind faded away and she was once again an infant suckling on her mother's breast. Which was an incredibly perverted thought under the circumstances, but it was the last coherent thought Julie had for quite a while as she became lost in worshipping her Mom's big tits.

Susan was having almost as much trouble thinking, but at least there were four words that were echoing in her mind. After a while she even realised they were actually falling out of her mouth, like so, "Oh God... Julie... oh Julie... oh my God... oh Julie."

Eventually as her words became fewer and far between and were replaced by long moans, groans and whimpers Susan was at least able to retrieve some of her ability to think. She was even able to comprehend what she was seeing again, even though she had trouble believing it. Not that she could convince herself it was a dream or anything, because deep in her heart she knew what was happening.

Julie was sucking her tits. Her own daughter was moving from one breast to the other, covering each in kisses for a little while before focusing on her nipples, sucking them with this gentle firmness which Susan shouldn't be reacting to so much.

Of course it wasn't just a matter of Susan shouldn't be reacting. In fact her hormones were so out of whack maybe she couldn't even be blamed for enjoying it so much. However no matter how unbearably horny she was she couldn't have sex with her own daughter. It was wrong. Forbidden. Disgusting. Well, it didn't feel disgusting... but the point was she had to put a stop to this. She had to tell Julie to stop. Firmly this time, making it clear that this needed to stop. That they could forget this ever happened, but they needed to stop. Susan needed Julie to stop. But... no matter how hard Susan tried, the words just wouldn't come.

Even as Julie's lips finally moved lower to spend a few minutes kissing her swollen belly Susan couldn't force herself to say anything, and when Julie moved even lower so that her head was resting in between her thighs all Susan could do was whimper and blush as her daughter saw the evidence of her shameful arousal. Then Julie looked up at her and Susan couldn't meet her gaze. She just couldn't. Nor could she offer up any protest as Julie gripped firmly to her panties and began slowly peeling them off, her treacherous body even lifting her ass and then her legs to make it easier for Julie to remove them.

Once the garment was in her hand Julie couldn't resist bringing it to her nose and giving it a nice, long sniff. Immediately she was reminded of all those times she had stolen one of her Mom's used panties from the wash so she could hold them up to her face while she frantically masturbated. It had always left her with a tremendous feeling of shame afterwards, but up until that point she'd never cum harder than when fingering herself with a face full of her mother's panties while dreaming of licking her Mom's pussy.

Now not only was the smell stronger than ever, and the panties themselves more so than Julie could ever remember, but she was now faced with exactly what she had dreamt about so many times. And it was more beautiful than she ever imagined.

Gently tossing the panties aside Julie crawled back in between her Mom's legs, her eyes locked onto her beautiful destination which seemed wetter than any pussy she'd ever seen before. Her previous lovers had certainly never been dry but her Mom seem to be as wet as an ocean while at the same time as hot as a desert, the contrast making Julie's mouth water as she briefly took a moment to take in that heavenly scent which previously she'd only enjoyed hints at via some cold forgotten panties. Then Julie lent forward and fulfilled one of her most forbidden fantasies.

Susan loudly cried out Julie's name as her daughter's tongue gently pressed against her aching love hole and then slowly moved all the way up to her clit. Julie repeated this technique for a few agonising moments, then switched to circling Susan's pussy lips and only occasionally touching her most sensitive areas which in a way was just as agonising. And then, possibly because of the amount of liquid which was practically gushing from the older woman's cunt, Julie briefly closed her lips around Susan's cunt and gave it a few gentle sucks before then switching back to long lapping, then back to the circling and so on.

Through it all Susan knew there was something she was supposed to be doing. Something she was meant to say. Or... something. But for the life of her she couldn't remember what it was. All Susan could do was think how amazing this felt, and wonder where on earth Julie had learned to make another woman feel this way. Was her daughter a lesbian? If she was why didn't she tell her? They used to share everything, and while Julie had claimed not to be the perfect daughter anymore they were still close. Or at least Susan had thought they were.

Suddenly Susan found herself wondering something else... why had no man never ever made her feel this much pleasure? Some of them had even made her cum, yet those brief moments of joy had almost nothing on the ecstasy she was now feeling. Was it strictly an oral thing? Because Karl had never done it, and while he was good at a lot of things Mike... oh Mike...

"Ohhhhhhhh Julie!" Susan screamed, whatever thoughts that were rattling around her head being obliterated as the most overwhelming sensation she'd ever known rocked her body.

It was quickly followed by another, and another, and another, Susan only realising by her fourth they were orgasms. As in multiple orgasms, something she'd long accepted was an impossibility for her, and yet now they were racing through her body to the point where she was nothing but a mindless shell of a woman trembling through heavenly sensation after heavenly sensation.

Maybe it was because she had taken care of her Mom for years but Julie's goal in life was to become a doctor. Possibly a surgeon, although she wasn't totally decided yet. Obviously if she was going to become a surgeon she would need patience and precision, particularly the former of which Julie felt like she had a lifetime of practice at. That practice became particularly useful when going down on a woman, Julie priding herself on being able to drive another member of her sex to the brink of orgasm and keep her there until that woman was begging and pleading Julie to make her cum. However for once in her life Julie hadn't properly judged all the variables. Namely her mother's heightened state of arousal thanks to her pregnancy.

As a result of this error Julie had accidentally made her Mom cum when she reached up with both hands and cupped the older woman's milk filled tits, this simple act which normally only ever so slightly increased arousal causing girl cum to squirt into Julie's currently open mouth and pretty much shoot right down her throat. Which proved to be the last straw for Julie.

She had been trying so badly to remain patient, to continue gently lapping at her Mom's cunt until finally the woman who gave her life would finally beg for it. Would beg for her tongue. Would beg Julie to tongue fuck her to climax after climax. But the smell and especially the taste was driving Julie crazy, and just when she didn't think it could get any more torturously good suddenly her Mom was cumming in her mouth and Julie just couldn't take it any more.

Letting out a uncharacteristic growl Julie buried her face as deep as it could go into her Mom's pussy, slamming her tongue into that incredibly welcoming hole and then fucking it as hard as she could. Like that there was no way she could possibly swallow all of her Mom's cum but that was okay, because while a majority of it covered her face and soaked her hair there was a near enough constant flow of the heavenly cream flowing directly down her throat.

There was no skill to Julie's technique. No finesse. Just a relentless tongue fucking, her hands practically mauling her mother's sensitive breasts while she practically suffocated herself by pushing her face so deeply into her origins. However Susan was far from complaining, both mother and daughter becoming completely lost in the act as the former came over and over again in the latter's mouth and all over her face.

Susan gasped as another orgasm surged through her; it might have been her imagination, fed by a period where the only action her pussy had got was self-induced, but she could swear that her daughter was giving her the best orgasm she had ever had. They were certainly powerful enough to drown any feelings of shame or disgust she had that her pussy was getting munched by the girl who had once come through it. She gasped again and Julie withdrew her head. For a moment the teen remained hidden behind the bump of her soon to be brother before she reappeared and dropped down beside her Mom. Susan leant over and switched on the bedside lamp, her daughter face glowed in it's light, the Mom-cum easily visible on her lips and chin.

Now the sexual ardour was no longer in control of her Susan's brain was starting to work again - telling her what she had done was one of the great sexual taboo's. It had been a mistake, the result of the hormones flooding her body and making her crazy. But it wasn't a small one, this was a biggie, one that could totally destroy her and her daughter's relationship - after all how would Julie ever been able to look her Mom in the face again after Susan had taken advantage of the teen's naivety. She looked at Julie, "What have we just done?" she asked her voice a mixture of incredulity and fear.

"Cunnilingus," said Julie. She didn't seem at all ashamed or confused or even worried, "It's from the Latin," she added helpfully, lying back the palms of her hands under her head and licking the cum from her lips.

"We need to talk about what just happened," said Susan, she needed to switch this around and become a Mom, though how she was going to apologise to her daughter she had as yet no idea.

"Did you enjoy it?" Julie asked cheekily. 

Susan felt the situation further spiralling away - this was Julie her daughter, straight A's a girl who didn't even leave the toilet lid up. And here she was answering back her Mom and acting like what they'd done was totally natural. Susan didn't know what to do, her mind was zig-zagging all over the place. She could ignore the question and start on the apology, but now she wasn't sure whether it had been her taking advantage of Julie, her horny hormones out of control, or the other way round - had Julie taken the lead? In which case a very stern lecture would be needed. Of course she could put of the lecture/apology conundrum for a few moments by answering the question - but 'no' would be an obvious lie, whilst 'yes'... well that would lead to further complications. She realised Julie was still looking at her, a small relaxed smile on the teenager's face, "So did you?" she repeated.

A compromise was in order, so Susan shook her head and said, "Yes," in the quietest voice she could manage.

"So what's the problem?" replied Julie and before Susan could stop her the teen had leant over and pushed her mouth down on her Mom's. It solved the question of who'd being leading in what had just happened, but it led to another problem on whether to open her mouth or push Julie off. She could feel Julie's tongue trying to push through her lips, forcing her to accept what was happening. She opened her mouth and let Julie in. The teen's tongue swiftly moved in and her lips moved against Susan's. The Milf could taste her own cum in the mouthing she was getting - it tasted strange and sweet. She tried to push her own tongue back, but Julie was still keeping control, totally dominating her Mom's mouth. At the same time her hand was moving downwards, stroking the side of her Mom's bump and then down below. Susan's tongue wiggled more furiously as Julie's hand touched her cunt. The teen brought her mouth up again, "You're all wet, you slutty tramp."

"I...I can't help it," moaned Susan, suddenly she felt incredibly horny again and desperate for sex, "It's my hormones."

"Mmmnn" replied Julie, raising her eyebrows disbelievingly. Susan went red, but before she could give another protestation, Julie pushed a finger in and moved it around. The Milf straightened and gave a gasp as her daughter stimulated her very sensitive erogenous zones. Julie gave a smile at her Mom's reaction, "It looks like tongues not enough to satisfy your craving, I think you need something harder."

"Yes, no," said Susan, "I mean..." she trailed off wondering what she did mean for a second and then she said, "Yes. I've got a dildo in the box under the bed you can use on me."

"Oh I was thinking of something harder than that titchy thing you use," said Julie, though Susan didn't think her eight inch dildo was small at all. The teen got out of the bed, "Wait here, I'll be back in a minute."

Julie went into her room and down to the bottom of her wardrobe. Underneath a pile of jumpers, which were too small to wear, but to cute for her Mom to throw out there was a box with Julie's strap-ons. Rummaging through them for a moment she decided on one, which if not her smallest, wasn't the largest either - it would be a fit for her Mom. She pulled it out and began to put it on. She was still in slight shock over what had happened and how easily one thing had led to another. Not that she regretted a second of it, her fantasy had turned out to be as good in reality as she had imagined it would be. But at the same time the future was on an edge, her Mom seemed torn between embracing her inner lesbian slut and being so disgusted that she was doing it with Julie that she totally and completely freaked. The only thing to do, Julie believed, was to keep on top of her Mom and take control, not allowing her any time to think. 

She finished adjusting the strap-on and then knelt down, at the bottom of the box was a tube of anal lube. She took it out. And then hesitated, she'd had anal sex with several of her girlfriends, but each time it had been after several weeks if not months of dating. However, here she was considering doing it with her Mom straight off. Sure it said Julie was in control and she knew her Mom in super-sensitive state would cum like a rocket with her daughter pounding her ass. The risk was that faced with anal her Mom would retreat back. Julie considered the greater risk of loosing her Mom compared to the total dominance of ass-fucking her. The ass-fucking won, though just to be sure Julie coated the strap-on with plenty of lube. She dropped the lube back in the box and headed to her Mom's room.

It wouldn't be true to say Susan was waiting patiently; she was lying on her back rubbing at her pussy, her mind still awhirl and wondering whether she should be putting her negligee back on and barring the door. That option was closed off as Julie walked in. Susan turned her head at the footsteps and almost choked as a sudden surge of intense lust swept over her. Julie was naked with a nine-inch strap on dangling from her waist, the end of it tucked into her own slit to give the teen pleasure as she fucked. She paused and let her Mom look at her for a moment, before taking hold off the rubber and stroking it, making what seemed like a slimy ooze drip from it, "I think this'll be hard enough."

"Yes," said Susan. She went red, "I've never had another woman fuck my pussy."

"You're not going to tonight either," said Julie and walked towards the bed.

"I'm not? Why have you brought it? If you wanted to watch me use it on myself, my dildo would have been fine," replied Susan in confusion.

Her daughter didn't reply instead she climbed onto the bed and moved towards her Mom. Susan looked at her and waited. Julie smiled, "I think we worked your pussy and your still as horny as anything. Roll onto your side and we'll try a different hole."

It took a second for Susan to understand what Julie meant and then she blushed red, "Anal?" she said her voice quavering. It was something she had never done, not with Mike or Karl before him or any of her previous boyfriends; her ass was as virgin as the proverbial snow. And whilst she had sometimes wondered about trying it she had never worked up the courage to suggest it to her husbands. Now it seemed that she would be loosing her cherry to her daughter. The idea ought to repulse her, it certainly scared her; but to her horror and amazement it also sounded appealing and exciting and sexy. She paused and repeated, "Anal?"

"Yes," said Julie, "I've lubed the dildo. Now roll onto your side with your back towards me."

Susan paused for a moment and then did as she was told, moving onto her side so that her baby-bump was against the bed. She moved her hands down to under it and hugged the bump as she felt Julie wiggle against her. The teen 's head popped up beside Susan and she said, "I'm just going to use a finger to open you, just relax."

"Now those are words I never expected to hear you say," Susan tried to joke, but it didn't seem that funny and Julie ignored it. The Milf tried to do as her daughter had told her and let her body go limp, but it didn't work and in fact she felt herself get tenser and more rigid as Julie's finger pushed at her ass and began to burrow down. It wasn't exactly painful and not even really uncomfortable - certainly not compared to humping around a baby - it just felt strange, like something was there that didn't belong there. Julie moved the finger down slowly, pushing it up to the knuckle and then pausing to let her Mom get used to it before pushing it further in. Susan tensed more and then to her surprise began to relax as Julie began to gradually push up and down and twist it around; suddenly she found she was enjoying it.




One Last Great Romance Ch. 01



"I think that should do it," said Julie and withdrew her finger. She moved closer to her Mom and draped one leg over the older woman's thigh and slid another under her body to cup a large milk-engorged boob in her hand and squeeze it. The teen giggled and said, "Now I'm going to fuck your ass."

Susan felt the touch of the toy against her ass and she moaned as it was slowly pushed in. The finger had helped open her ass and the lube coating the plastic phallus assisted in slipping in without burning too much, but it still felt like her anal passage was being stretched wider than it should go. At the same time, Julie had been right, it pleasured her with an intensity she had never known before. If the horny itch between her legs grew more powerful, the cock also promised a sating of the urge. She gave a groan and gripped her stomach tighter, "Julie..."

"That's it Mom, relax. Let me fuck your ass," Julie said softly and squeezed her Mom's tit as she continued to push the cock in, sometimes pulling back a little and then pushing forward. Slowly the dildo moved into Susan's ass and with it came a feeling of ecstasy that Susan had never felt before. She moaned again, a long drawn out groan of pleasure. Julie pushed further forward and Susan could feel the straps on the toy pushing into her ass. The teen giggled, "It's all the way in. How do you like it?"

Susan considered for the moment, it still felt weird, both physically to have her ass stretched out and emotionally, to have that stretching been done by her daughter. She gave a small purr and said, "It feels good."

"Okay, get used to it for a few seconds," said Julie, "because then I'm going to ram your ass until it's wrecked."

"Yes," said Susan and then a higher pitches, "Yesss, yesss," as Julie drew back and thrust in again. The Milf's body bounced as Julie hammered against her, her big titties bouncing like beach balls and her stomach pushing over the bed, the side rubbing over the sheets. The toy rammed, sliding over nerve endings she didn't know existed and stimulating them in a cataclysm of pleasure. It hammered at her ass wall, making the special spot behind it vibrate and scream with ecstasy. Deep down she knew what they were doing was wrong, but it no longer seemed to matter, not when she was getting such intense orgasms. Julie was gripping her hard, squeezing the large tittie as she pounded forward. The teen's leg draped over her Mom's thigh was rubbing at the flesh, the strokes in time with the anal thrusts. Susan's back bent as she came, her large stomach pushing out, "Oh fuck, yes, yess, yessss!"

Julie couldn't believe it - it was a dream come true. Here she was not just fucking her Mom, but ass-fucking her, a taboo loaded on a taboo. It felt great - she wasn't sure, but from the tightness of her Mom's ass she guessed she was either an anal virgin or at the very least hadn't been having anal sex for a very long time. That was a major turn on and had given Julie two ambitions, first to make sure her Mom had the best ever orgasms, second, to make her want to come back to her daughter for more; she knew if she fulfilled the first ambition it achieve the second. She continued to pound her Mom's chute deep and hard, at the same time her finger was twisting the nipples on her Mom's big tits, making the nipples hard. Her Mom gasped again, "Oh God, Julie, fuck me, fuck me hard."

Julie did so, slamming the strap-on hard into her Mom's ass. Even as it hammered deep into her Mom it was rubbing and pushing at her own slot, making her cum and groan with her own pleasure, even if her moans were more subdued than her Mom's. She moved quicker and harder, exciting her own cunt and making it send waves of ecstatic bliss through her body, "That's it, bitch," she gasped, "Take it like a slut."

She stopped suddenly aware of that she'd just called her Mom a bitch, which even in the circumstances didn't seem the thing a good teenage girl should call her Mom. But the brunette didn't seem to mind, what she did mind was that Julie had ceased to bang her butt, "Carry on, don't pause Julie, fuck my dirty slut ass, fuck me like a whore."

Julie grinned and carried on, "Okay bitch, take this fucking huge cock, take it up your slutty, skanky ass. You're my dirty anal prozzie, a fucking tramp hooker, who wants fucking dick in her butt like a dirty whore."

"Yes, baby, yes," replied Susan, "Fuck me, my ass is yours, I'm your slut."

Julie grinned and continued to ram down, all the while making dirty talk, "Bitch, slut, whore, tramp. This fuckhole is mine, your nasty ass is mine to fuck as I want. You want to know why? It's because you're a whoreish, sluttish, skanky tramp who's only use is as fucktoy." Julie knew then that her Mom was hers, that even after this night Susan would be back for more and that Julie would provide it, "Fucking whore, slut, bitch. I'm going to fuck your fucking fuckhole right open until you're gaping like a hooker after a good night."

"Aaaaarrrggghhh, yesssss!" shrieked Susan, her body twisting in pleasure as the orgasm hit her. The pleasure was taking control of her, subsuming everything else. She no longer cared how wrong it was or whether others would see it as repulsive all she wanted was Julie to bang her with the strap-on, now and forever. She arched and twisted again, as the another orgasmic tsunami crashed through her in a tidal wave of ecstasy. Harder and harder Julie pounded into her making the Milf shake like a leaf in a storm, "Aaaarrrrghhh, fuck my whore butt, fuck it hard, aaaarrrrggghhh."

Slowly Julie began to pump less hard, letting her Mom come down from the orgasmic high until she was finished. Julie then pulled the dildo out of her Mom's butt and spent a few seconds staring proudly at her mother's widely gaping butt hole before she rolled onto her back, "How do you feel now?" she asked.

Susan gradually rolled over, her butt hurt, but it had been worth it, she snuggled her head into the crook of Julie's neck, "A lot better. Though I think I might need some help to get through tomorrow night."

Julie grinned, "I'm sure you will. And you may even need some more company to help you up in the morning."

Her Mom tittered and nodded.



One Last Great Romance Ch. 02



MJ was finally asleep, a tiny adorable bundle of cuteness, with his Dad's eyes and his Mom's mouth and nose. Susan leant over and placed him in his crib, for a second she stayed absolutely still, like a bending statue. He didn't wake and Susan let out an almost silent sigh of relief; she loved him dearly, but new babies were not only needy, but needy at the most inopportune times. She had just been about slump down in front of the TV and catch up on the programmes she'd recorded when MJ started crying, a raucous wail that didn't stop until he'd been changed, fed and sung to. She sighed, she'd just have to watch them another time - Julie would be home soon and Susan wanted to look her best.

She stepped out of the baby's room and into the corridor. There were still pictures on the wall of her and Julie, now joined by MJ, but to her they seemed different. Julie no longer seemed so innocently demure, Susan now knew that the picture hanging of Julie when she was sixteen and on a church trip had been taken whilst Julie was in a sexual relationship with one of the younger Sunday School teachers. The one beside it, with a seventeen year old Julie standing with a prize for winning a State Wide Math competition had been taken a day after the teen had butt-fucked her then girlfriend in Susan's bed - without her Mom's knowledge. Julie had told her these stories and others, over the last few months, wanting to make sure her Mom knew she wasn't an innocent teen, but a young woman who was experienced in the ways of lesbian lovemaking.

Not that Susan needed Julie's to tell her that her daughter had mastered the art of great sex. It had been several months since Susan had found herself inviting Julie into her bed, only to find the teen putting the moves on her, culminating in ramming a strap-on up the pregnant Susan's butthole. Susan hadn't known such pleasure could exist, the orgasms had been mind-blowing, a tsunami of ecstasy which had switched her from being straight to lesbian in one night. If that had been the end of it Susan would have tried to push the memory from her mind, tell herself it had been a dream and that she was solely into men. But it hadn't ended that night, in fact the first thing that had happened the next morning was that Julie had begun to snuggle into her Mom, playing with her milk enlarged titties, kissing the back of her neck and whispering naughty words into her ear. The second thing she had done was take the strap-on and use it again on her Mom's asshole. The screaming orgasm that had blown Susan had proved the sexual bliss of the night before was not a fluke.

They hadn't talked about it, but both had known that the next night Julie would end up in Susan's bed and the night after that and the night after that. The teen was the most skilful lover Susan had ever had and energetic, keeping going long after others would have stopped, bringing her Mom to multiple orgasms with every session. Susan, in her more contemplative moments, had wondered if it was her hormones that was making the sex so great, after all they were making her incredibly horny, so why not as well as increasing her sex drive wouldn't they make her orgasms more intense. In fact she was so sure of this theory, that whilst resting in hospital after MJ had been born she decided that enough was enough and that she'd stop having sex with Julie. As a resolution it had lasted perhaps two weeks before one night she'd put MJ to bed and sat down on the couch next to Julie. Her daughter's perfume had been too alluring, the curves of her body too sensual, her touch too overpowering and that night ended with Susan lying face down as her daughter pounded her ass into orgasm.

Susan hadn't made herself any promises since, she knew she wouldn't keep them. 

Susan sat down at her dressing table and began to apply the lip gloss, making sure it was a shade that Julie had said she liked. It wasn't just the sex that was a turn-on to Susan, though God knew that was great, it was the fact that Julie was taking control. Even with men Susan had always been a bit on the submissive side, not so much that she was a total doormat, but she did like being told where to go for an evening, what channels to watch, what to wear. In the period after her divorce and again after Mike's death Susan had felt like the proverbial fish out of water, not only having to make the decisions for herself, but also for Julie. But recently Julie had turned all this on the head; taking control of their lives, telling Susan what the Milf should wear, not asking her views on what DVD's to rent, writing the weekly shopping lists and making Susan shop for it. Susan liked it and had quickly settled into the routine of letting her daughter tell her what to do.

Things were good, but there was one worry on the horizon. And that was Julie and college. Not getting in, Julie's grade average was so high that Universities were almost queuing up to invite her to join them. No, Susan's worry was which one and what it meant for them. She wasn't sure if this was a short-term fling, a school romance which would end with Julie going to Harvard or Yale, or whether it was a longer-term relationship and Julie would go locally so that she could return to the loving embrace of her Mom every night. 

Susan looked in the mirror, she looked good, she decided. She'd put the off the discussion on what the future held long enough, tonight was the night she'd raise it. Though, she admitted to herself, that was what she had said yesterday.

Partly because the house was now deafeningly quiet, and partly because she had been listening out for it, Susan heard the sound of her front door opening. It was a sound that was lately causing her heart to flutter and her brain to initially worry that it wasn't Julie but someone else, anyone from a friend to an axe murderer would have been a disappointment in comparison. This time was, of course, no different, like most times Susan being able to probably dismiss a friend as she wasn't expecting anyone else and while an axe murderer might not be out of the question in Wisteria Lane it was unlikely they would politely unlock the door.

If there wasn't a sleeping child Susan might have ran at least to her stairs before slowly making her way down them in an attempt to be casual, her heart once again fluttering as she was greeted by the sight of her affection.

The mother and daughter exchanged a soft smile before Julie loudly whispered, "Is anyone here?"

Susan blushed. A few days ago she had neglected to let Julie know they weren't alone and had almost been caught kissing in front of Gabrielle. Afterwards Julie had informed her in no uncertain terms that it was Susan's responsibility to warn her of these things but so far Julie had taken it upon herself to check every time, which was probably a good thing as sometimes Susan could forget the little things, and the important things, at the most inconvenient of times.

Bringing herself out of her thoughts Susan returned the whisper, "Just MJ, and he's asleep."

"Good." Julie beamed, quickly moving so that she met her mother at the bottom of the stairs so she could give the older woman what was now her official greeting to her, namely pulling her Mom into her arms and kissing her.

Sometimes when Julie was in a hurry or distracted it was brief. Sometimes it was even just a kiss on the cheek, as if they were still in a normal mother/daughter relationship. Most of the time though Julie would linger, either beginning a long gentle kiss which might turn into something more heated or practically shoving her tongue down Susan's throat right from the get go.

Susan had been definitely hoping for a lingering kiss and she got it, Julie kissing her with a tenderness which made her knees go weak and her mind get cloudy. Although truth be told that was a side-effect of most of Julie's lingering kisses, especially when her daughter's tongue invaded her mouth, this time only gently caressing Susan's tongue rather than forcing it into submission. Although it was still clear who was in charge, Julie setting the tone for the kiss and Susan happily going along with it.

After a few long minutes of kissing her Mom Julie reluctantly pulled back and softly told the other woman, "Sit down on one of the chairs."

Susan obeyed without question, mostly because her mind was trying to remember what she was going to talk to Julie about. Oh, that's right...

"Mom, I wanna talk about the future." Julie said softly, sitting down on a chair facing her mother.

"Me too." Susan smiled, then worried maybe she didn't want to have this conversation given the serious look on Julie's face, but that look prompting her to mumble, "You first."

Julie smiled softly, reached over and gently took her Mom's hands with her own and softly said, "I love you Mom... I, always have. Unconditionally. But... I've wanted you for a very, very long time. And part of me wondered if fucking you a few times would get these feelings I have for you out of my system, but it just made me want you more. Like I kind of knew it would. In fact I was pretty sure it would make the crush I've always had on you turn into... well, for now let's just say I've fallen pretty hard for you."

Susan knew she shouldn't be, but she was really flattered, "Really?"

"Really." Julie confirm with a soft smile, "Now, since you can't fake cum shooting out of your cunt we both know how much you love it when I fuck you, but I'm pretty sure it's not all just physical for you either... is it?"

There was a brief pause in which Julie tried and failed to hide her nervousness while Susan felt overwhelmingly grateful that her daughter was giving her the chance to say she just wanted sex, or even back out of this whole thing. And sure, Susan knew she should be choosing the latter, that she should have put an end to this a long time ago, but she'd become far too addicted to Julie's skilful love-making to want to ever stop having sex with her daughter. The question was now - 'did Susan want more?'

If she was honest with herself, it was the easiest decision Susan had ever made; even if she could have probably done a better job of answering it.

"No. I mean yes! I mean... it's not all just physical for me... I, I want more." Susan stammered, exchanging a gentle smile with her daughter before asking her, "So... does this mean we're, you know, secret girlfriends?"

"No." Julie said simply before explaining, "I don't want to date you in secret. I don't want to hide that were a couple. I don't want to pretend I'm not fucking your hot ass every single night."

"But Julie, I... we can't come out." Susan quickly protested, "I, I mean, I... I don't think anyone would care if I was gay, or if you were, but-"

"They wouldn't accept a mother/daughter couple, I know. Which is why I want you to come away with me." Julie said, pausing for a few seconds before continuing, "I have my pick of colleges so we can pretty much go anywhere. Pack up everything and then you, me and MJ can start a new life together. A life where no one knows we're related so it won't be too scandalous if I kiss you in public. I mean sure, we'd be in a lesbian relationship with an age gap so there would be some talk, but nothing we couldn't handle. And even if it's rough at first it's better than staying here and getting ridiculed and shunned. Because I know you're close with a few of your friends here, but do you honestly think they'd understand? That they'd be willing to accept our relationship? That they could even fathom just how much I love you?"

Julie hadn't meant to let those three little words slip out, but it was hard. Truthfully she wanted to scream that she was in love with her mother from the rooftops ever since the first night she'd fucked this ravishing woman, hence why she was dead set on leaving with her.

"Besides..." Julie said, finally continuing after a pause, "I know you love your friends but bad stuff seems to be happening around here all the time so it might be nice to raise MJ somewhere a little safer. Like maybe a war zone."

That thankfully got a little laugh out of her Mom, although it quickly faded as old memories started to resurface. She hated herself for it, but it was what Julie had been counting on.

"And... and I think it would be really good for you." Julie said softly, "I think you could do with a fresh start. This house is filled with too many memories. Of Dad. Of Mike. Of me just being your kid. But we can leave that all here... or at least as much as we can, and... just be together. That's what I want. More than anything."

Those last words seemed to echo throughout the room as it fell into deafening silence, Julie unable to stop thinking about them.

She had rehearsed this conversation so many times, had thought about it non-stop since she and her Mom had first started having sex, and had promised to remain strong. Not demand anything as it was important to give her Mom enough leeway so she was making the choice for herself as the last thing Julie wanted to do was force her mother into something she wasn't ready for. But she still fully intended on making her case and then sticking to her guns. Not compromising. Because she couldn't afford to compromise.

This was her future. What she had been planning of and thinking about for her entire existence. Nothing, not even regular mind blowing sex with the most amazing woman she'd ever known, should jeopardise that.

And yet Julie found herself adding after about a minute, "I mean, there's no rush. You can totally think about this for a few days or something if you want. And... and if you really don't think you could leave we could try the long distance thing..."

What the hell was she doing, Julie thought. She was totally caving even though the positives of moving far outweighed the negatives. However while in every other aspect of their lives Julie found it so easy and natural to stay calm and confident this one time she was finding herself so nervous she was threatening to become a wreck. Not because she was afraid of commitment, but because she was afraid her Mom would say no.

Coming so close to truly having this woman only to lose her had become unbearable for Julie, which was why she reluctantly added, "And... and the local schools aren't that bad..."

"No Julie, I can't ask you to do that for me." Susan quickly blurted out. Then Julie gave her this really serious look and as usual the first thing that came to Susan's mind stumbled out of her mouth, "My friends... I..."

The hurt look on Julie's face immediately had Susan regretting her words but her daughter was quick to cut her off, "You could still keep in touch with them. Call every night, or every other night, and visit. Them I mean, because then coming to us may be tricky, but... which would you rather, a long-distance relationship with them, or a long-distance relationship with me?"

Susan smiled softly. Really, when she thought about it, there was no contest. Because sure, she would have let Julie go and live her own life as any mother should, but now their relationship had changed the idea of not seeing her everyday was so much more painful than it had been. And certainly more painful than not seeing her dear friends everyday. However she loved them so much, and despite everything loved her home here so much, that the idea of leaving was not one Susan was jumping for joy at and she never would be. It would always be a bittersweet decision, but in her heart Susan knew she was making the right one.

Of course all the silence had obviously made Julie very nervous, Susan being awoken from her thoughts first by a gentle squeeze to her hand and then by her daughter softly speaking, "I, I think we can be happy. I know I'd do whatever it takes to make you happy."

"I believe you." Susan smiled, "That's why I'm coming with you."

Julie beamed possibly the widest smile Susan had ever seen, wrapped her up in a tight hug and softly squealed, "Oh Mom!"

Susan smiled and hugged her daughter back, the embrace oddly reminding Susan of previous celebrations like when Julie had one a spelling bee or scored a goal in soccer (which had only happened once or twice). The difference was now they were celebrating their relationship moving to a level Susan could never have imagined a few months ago, and would certainly have never imagined being so happy about it.

After just enjoying the hug for a few long moments Susan softly asked, "So... what do we tell MJ?"

Unable to wipe the smile off her face, which was now perhaps permanently on there, Julie pulled back and explained, "We'll tell him that we're his parents. When he's older we can tell him about Mike, if you want, but we make sure he never finds out that I'm his stepsister. As far as he's concerned I'll be his Mom, and you'll be his Mommy. Obviously that means I'll have to start calling you Susan when he's around and when we're in public, but in private you can still be my Mommy slut."

While Susan blushed at the term it also sent a tingle throughout her body which made her immediately want to beg Julie to take her right there on the table. But, as much she hated herself for asking, Susan had one final question, "What if... you know..."

"It doesn't work out between us?" Julie helpfully finished for her, "Well, I guess we have a year or so to switch back to our normal roles. I'm going to do everything I can to make sure that doesn't happen, but if it does you could move back here with MJ if you want and I could simply be his sister. Honestly I'd rather be his Mom... but no matter what, I swear I'm going to be there to help raise him. I mean, he's going to need one responsible adult in his life, isn't he?"

Susan laughed and then with a smile said, "I think you'd make a great Mom."

Julie smiled, allowing silence to fall between them for a little while before she said, "There is one more thing... but first, I want you to do something for me."

"Anything." Susan said earnestly.

A wicked smile crossed Julie's face as she lent forwards ever so slightly, "I want you to bend over the table."

"Ok." Susan said softly, a much stronger tingle running through her as she was pretty sure mother-daughter playtime had just begun.

That Julie closed the kitchen blinds were a good indication of this, something they never used to do before Julie started regularly bending Susan over the kitchen table for a nice hard butt fucking. And over the sink, and riding Julie while her daughter sat on the sofa or one of the kitchen chairs, or even just on the floor.

Susan was awoken from her thoughts of all the ways that her daughter had fucked her all over their home when Julie came up behind her and squeezed her butt. It was far from the first time, however the difference was Julie lingered on groping Susan's butt while her jeans were still on. This was highly unusual as normally Julie couldn't wait to tear her clothes off. Plus normally when Julie told Susan to bend over it meant that the teen was about to rush off to her room to grab one of her nice big strap-ons so she could brutalise her mother's butt hole until it was a gaping mess.

"You've got a real cute butt Mom." Julie murmured, waking her mother from her thoughts, "Have I ever told you that?"

This caused Susan to smirk, "You may have mentioned it."

One of the many new things Susan had learned about Julie was that her little girl was definitely a butt girl. It seemed so obvious now Susan couldn't believe she missed it. Then again she had no idea her little girl was a lesbian either, so she really hadn't been on the ball as far as knowing her daughter's sexual preferences. Of course now Julie openly checked out girl's butts in front of her, talked about girl's butts and yes, was very complementary about Susan's butt. Plus Julie had openly admitted to being a butt girl, and with the exception of those two weeks after giving birth Susan had been taking daily butt fucking from her daughter, so the evidence was pretty conclusive.




One Last Great Romance Ch. 02



"Well, it really is." Julie murmured, again awaking her mother from her thoughts, "It's so cute... and fuck-able... and lick-able... and spank-able!"

Susan suddenly let out a sharp cry as Julie's hand suddenly lifted up and came crashing down on her backside.

"Have you ever been spanked Mom?" Julie asked softly.

"N... no." Susan stammered.

"Well you're about too." Julie said, smacking her Mom's ass twice more, "Do you have a problem with that?"

"No." Susan shook her head quickly.

"Good... now, do I need to gag you?" Julie asked, delivering a couple more strikes to the older woman's butt.

"N... no." Susan softly stammered.

"Really?" Julie murmured before hammering her mother's backside with a couple of deliberately hard blows which had the older woman crying out much louder than before, "Because I think you do... which means I need to go all the way upstairs to get one."

"I'm sorry Julie." Susan said softly.

"You will be... now pull down your pants and panties." Julie said, waiting until her Mom had done as she was told before continuing, "Now place your hands back down on the table and wait for me. The doors are locked and the blinds are closed so I expect you to still be like this when I come back. No excuses. Do you understand?"

"Yes Julie." Susan whimpered softly.

The response made Julie smile and practically skip upstairs to grab what she needed. It was far from the first time her Mom had acted so submissively, everything about the other woman's tone and willingness to do this proving that Julie was right that this was something they both wanted.

When she came back down Julie was provided with further proof, her Mom still in the exact position she'd left her, that fact making Julie beam with happiness. It was difficult to keep her smile under control as she returned to her mother's side, placed one of the objects she had grabbed from her room in front of the dark haired woman and watched as her eyes went ever so slightly wide.

"This is a butt plug." Julie explained, "Think of it as your reward for taking your spanking like a good girl. Now open your mouth."

Without a word her mother did as she was told allowing Julie to quickly pop the gag into her Mom's mouth and fasten it securely around the back of her head. She then quickly moved around and stared lustfully at her prize for a few seconds, then slowly reached out and grabbed onto it for another groping session.

Julie had always been good with words but even with her extensive vocabulary she didn't think she could come up with anything which did justice to how much she loved her Mom's ass. She could have probably written a book about the subject and still not been able to do justice to it. However as much she loved her mother's ass she had a perverted desired to mistreat it. To beat her Mom's butt until it was an angry red and then beat it some more.

Of course for this first of what would be hopefully many times Julie would not allow herself to become carried away. She was determined to remain strong, and although that proved to be increasingly difficult she was able to remain in control as she had the time of her life. Well, this didn't quite live up to eating her Mom's pussy, or fucking her ass, or making her cum, but it was incredibly enjoyable, easily more so than spanking any other butt.

True, her Mom's ass lacked some of the jiggle possessed by her favourite Sunday School teacher, and wasn't quite as firm as several of her previous conquests, yet it was a rather intoxicating mixture of the two. Every blow made her Mom's butt jiggle, yet it still seemed firm and tight. It was in Julie's eyes perfect, although admittedly she was in a biased state of mind. The point was that Julie loved her Mom's butt, so much so she wanted to make it hers. Luckily Julie had a way to do that which would give both herself and her mother what they really wanted.

"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this?" Julie whispered huskily into her mother's ear, delivering another strike before continuing, "All you're silly little mistakes, and you're not so silly or little mistakes, all those times you embarrassed me... you've had this coming for long-time mother. You know that, don't you?"

As Julie gave her a few extra hard spanks Susan whimpered into her gag and nodded in agreement.

This made Julie smile and briefly pause the spanking to caress her Mom's butt, "I'm glad you agree... because I think this should become a regular thing. See, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. I've always thought you were submissive but I never knew how much until I started fucking you. Now I think... well, even before I thought you could use a spanking every time you fucked up. Now I think you need more. To have someone dominate you completely. To own you. To make all your decisions for you so you can just concentrate on looking pretty and pleasuring them. Does that sound good to you Mom?"

Susan blushed furiously as her head nodded pretty much of it's own accord. Although while it didn't feel like she gave her head permission to nod deep down she knew it was true. Susan really, really liked the sound of that.

"I thought it might. Partly because I can smell just how dripping wet your hot little pussy is, but also... it takes a real submissive slut to let her daughter fuck her up the ass." Julie whispered softly, smirking as she squeezed her mother's ass, "So... this is what I think we both want... in public we can be girlfriends, although I'm pretty sure anyone who meets us will guess in like five seconds who's the top and who's the bottom in our relationship. What they probably won't guess is that when we're alone you won't just be the bottom, you'll be my bitch. That means you will do whatever I say when I say and asked my permission for everything even eating, drinking and using the bathroom. You will take daily spankings and a minimum of three butt fuckings to help you remember who's in charge. You'll also be wearing a butt plug at all times for the same reason, and to keep your ass nice and ready for my cock. Or at least you'll be wearing a butt plug whenever you're ass hole isn't too gaping to take it, or when I'm using it for my pleasure. And perhaps most importantly of all Mommy, you will call me Mistress or Mistress Julie. Do you understand mother?"

Again Susan blushed, whimpered and nodded as her pussy, and really her entire body, burned with desire.

"Answer me through your gag." Julie demanded.

"Yes Mistress Julie, I understand." Susan mumbled through her gag, the sound coming out muffled but just about coherent as the older woman once again blushed furiously.

"Good." Julie whispered, softening the firm tone she had been using before, "Now, I'm pretty sure this is what we both want, but just to be sure we're going to have a trial run tonight. That means for the rest of the night you will continue to call me Mistress or Mistress Julie and do whatever I say, then at the end of the night I will ask you if you want to be my bitch. If you say yes then moving forward you will be my bitch and I will be your Mistress. Understand?"

"Yes Mistress Julie." Susan again mumbled just about coherently through her gag.

"Good." Julie said, smacking her Mom's ass again, "Now let's get back to your spanking."

Susan might have tried to say 'yes Mistress Julie' again but honestly she had no idea given just how stunned she was, the reality of her situation hitting her like a freight train. It was so overwhelming Susan almost didn't notice the return of the stinging blows to her butt. Almost. Then as it seemed clear she was distracted her daughter stepped up her game, smacking Susan's ass so hard that the older woman was soon crying out loudly into the gag again.

Not that the experience was completely unpleasant like Susan thought it would be. In fact between Julie's last revelation, the anticipation of the fucking she knew that her daughter would eventually give her, and the constant strikes to her backside Susan Delfino's pussy juices were running all the way down to her pants and panties which was still down around her ankles.

There was a part of Susan which felt ashamed for being turned on so much by being spanked, by her own daughter no less. However it was the same part which was ashamed at herself for becoming addicted to having sex with Julie, and as before it was quickly drowned out by the twisted pleasure she felt from being disciplined by her daughter. God she was a whore. A filthy slut... a submissive slut. Her daughter's submissive slut. Her daughter's bitch.

It was wrong. Deep down Susan knew it was wrong, but it felt so right thinking of herself as her daughter's bitch. And it seemed so natural to think of Julie as her mistress. And Julie was so right, after all of Susan's many screw ups she deserved to be spanked. In fact Susan wished Julie would really let her have it because as much as these blows hurt she could tell that her baby girl was holding back when really she shouldn't have. Her... her mistress should teach her a lesson for being such a clumsy whore.

Suddenly Julie grabbed hold of the butt plug and put it into her mouth for a little cheap and easy lubrication. Susan had seen Julie's wide selection of sex toys but so far her daughter had only used her strap ons so this would be a new experience for them, one which had Susan trembling with anticipation.

Julie continued the spanking for a little while as she sucked on the toy, then without warning she spread her mother's left ass cheek with her free hand and pressed the butt plug firmly against her Mom's ass hole. After all the anal sex they'd had lately it wasn't exactly surprising that the older woman's back hole stretched quickly and easily to accept the toy inside, but it still had Julie smiling wickedly.

"Wow, that's one of my biggest butt plugs." Julie murmured after the toy was fully embedded in her Mom's butt, smacking one of those pink little ass cheeks before adding, "Now stay where you are. I want to be able to look at your pretty pink plugged-up ass while I'm cooking dinner."

"Yes Julie," said Susan through her gag dutifully keeping in position. There was something deeply satisfying about exposing herself in such an intimate way for her daughter that made the humiliation seem worthwhile. Which wasn't to say that the position wasn't uncomfortable, her weight was resting on her arms and she realised that as Julie had pushed the toy into her she had automatically moved onto her tiptoes, straining both her toes and calves. But she didn't dare go back to the balls of her feet - not without asking Julie permission and Julie looked like she was busy cutting the carrots. Susan grimaced and took a risk in stretching her fingers out and back again. Julie didn't seem to notice and Susan decided to risk lowering her heels. Julie didn't look up from her chopping, but said in a tone that allowed no dissent, "I thought I said to remain as you were."

"Yes, Mistress Julie," said Susan and moved herself back onto her toes, "Sorry Mistress Julie." The name came so easily off her tongue that it was like Susan had been using it all her life, except she felt a little quiver of excitement as she said it. She repeated it in her mind, 'Mistress Julie, Mistress Julie, Mistress Julie.' Yes, thought Susan that sounded good. 

She stood, her body aching, her back to her daughter. Behind her she could hear the swipe of the knife through vegetables followed by a dull clunk as it would hit the chopping board. Swsh, clnk, swsh, clnk. Then silence. Susan felt herself redden, she was sure Julie had stopped the cutting to look at her, to devour her Mom's nakedness with her eyes. Susan never knew if she was right as Julie didn't say anything, but after a few moments the cutting resumed. Several times there were pauses, sometimes for what seemed like hours, other times for seconds. After some of the pauses Susan could hear the sound of things being dropped into pan, until the chopping stopped one last time and Susan could hear the sizzle of flame against metal and a wooden spoon scraping against teflon. "It'll soon be ready, you dirty slut," said Julie conversationally as she stirred, "Don't worry, I'll take your gag out while you eat." She paused and carried on stirring, the pop of bubbling gravy and vegetables and the scrape of the spoon in the pot the only sounds Susan could hear, until Julie spoke again, "I'll think I'll keep the butt plug in; you'd like that wouldn't you slutty Susan?"

Susan nodded. She wasn't sure she would like that. She had become used to her daughter ramming her ass with big dildos, but at least they continually moved up and down, keeping her ass open; without any motion she could feel her walls creeping back round the plug. They squeezed at it like a grip - uncomfortable and little bit sore, like a slowly expanding sludge of concrete was in her ass. She imagined sitting on it would be even worse. At the same time allowing her daughter to so completely dominate her that she was willing to be so completely subservient to all demands, no matter how uncomfortable or demeaning, was a major, major turn-on. Patiently she waited as Julie sang a little ditty as she carried on cooking. "My Mom she is a dirty slut, a dirty anal whore; she loves stuff up her butt, more and more and more."

The song was tuneless but accurate.

There was a clank of plates being pulled out of the cupboard and the splash of goulash onto them. Susan felt Julie move behind her and the brunette gave a expiration of air as her daughter remove the gag from her mouth. Julie's hand moved down, squeezing at one of Susan's butt cheeks before moving over the plug and pushing it a smidgen further in, "Dinner's ready," the teen said, "Sit down and I'll put it on the table."

"Yes Mistress Julie," said Susan and sat down. The butt-plug moved further up her ass and Susan's face twisted half-way between a grimace and lustful sigh. Julie put the plate in front of her and then took her own place. Susan began to eat, making all the right noises about how tasty it was and what a great cook Julie was. The teen grinned and ate her own food more slowly, but then she didn't have a butt-plug quivering in her backhole every time she moved. Susan slurped down the last of the goulash and waited for her mistress to tell her what to do; probably wash the dishes or clear the table.

"I could do with some post-dinner pussy licking," said Julie as she pushed aside her plate, "I want you to get under the table, remove my jeans and panties and lick me good."

"Yes, Mistress Julie," Susan said submissively. She pushed back the chair and got under the table, the butt-plug up her ass wiggling in her as moved. There wasn't much space beneath and Susan more than once knocked her head as she forward and removed first her daughter's pumps, then peeled off her jeans and finally slid down her panties to expose her mistress's succulent pussy lips. She pushed aside Julie's legs and moved forward again, so that the teen's thighs were rubbing against her ears. It felt even more claustrophobic as she put her face down, like being in a very small box. She supposed that was what Julie wanted, to push her further, to see how far she could go - Susan was confident she could go far. Her tongue leapt out and her mouth closed on her daughter's tasty twat. 

The teen quaked as Susan entered her, her thighs clasping together and knocking at Susan's head, "That's it slut, eat my cunt, oooohhh, that's so good." Susan stuck her tongue deeper, pushing deep at the wet hole, wanting to make sure her dominant daughter had no complaints. Julie bucked, pushing the chair back and forcing Susan to follow her, "You're a whore, Susan, a complete and fucking utter whore. Eat my cunt like the tramp you are. I want you to eat me like a bitch."

The Milf bobbed up and down, slurping deep into the pussy and then coming up to gasp for fresh air and swallow the cum. Her head accidentally knocked the table again, a slight moment of soreness, but it didn't matter - aches, discomfort, humiliation were her life now, something she would have to learn to love. She suspected it might be an easy lesson. Her tongue continued to scoop out her daughter's cum, slapping down deep against the clit and slithering over warm wet flesh. Julie groaned again, her expression not quite a mystery to her Mom, "Fuck, I've known some fucking whores, but you're the biggest, dirtiest, sluttiest whore I've known. You should be selling your whore ass for five dollars down the street. Remind me later, whore and I'll toss you a nickel for the pussy licking."

The words were humiliating, but the meaning behind them was exhilarating. Susan wanted to be a slut for her daughter, as that was what the teen wanted. She continued licking and lapping, making Julie gasp and scream and twist, her body turning brutally as she came - loudly, passionately; an explosion of girl juice slashing over Susan's face like a hose had been turned on it.

Julie gave up trying to talk after her third orgasm. Or was it her fourth? It was so hard keeping track when she was fucking her mother. And sure, the taboo nature of their relationship made every nasty little sex act so much sweeter but there were certain things that had only improved over time, most notably oral sex. Every time her Mom went down on her she got better at it, enthusiasm soon being joined by skill and technique to make Julie cum harder and faster.

Of course Julie had been horny all day thinking about making her Mommy her official sex slave, and then getting to spank her Mom's ass, and being able to make dinner while staring at those pretty freshly spanked cheeks with a little butt plug buried in between them, honestly Julie was surprised she was able to hold out as long as she did. Not that Julie had been super focused on holding back. No, she just wanted to spend enough time savouring the feeling of her Mom's tongue buried in her cunt, and savour the feeling of making the 'responsible adult' eat her pussy underneath the table they'd had countless family meals at.

Ultimately though Julie had cum like a geyser, drenching her mother's face in girl cream and yet the middle-aged slut was quick enough to swallow a decent amount of sweet girly liquid. That may Julie very proud, although the teen tried to keep that to herself for now. After all she had made sure to be complimentary and reassuring while teaching her Mom to eat her pussy but now Julie was training her Mom to be the perfect fuck slut she would need to adjust her methods a tiny bit as soon her mother would find out that this was no longer a treat for Julie but a privilege for the older woman.

Realising her mind was wandering during her fourth, or possibly fifth climax, Julie forcefully said, "Stop. I said stop!"

Her mother pulled her mouth away on the second stop, prompting Julie to jump up and glared down at the woman who gave her life.

Quickly realising she'd made a mistake Susan tried to apologise, "Julie I'm, I mean Mistress Julie, I'm-"

"Crawl out of there!" Julie interrupted flatly, waiting until her Mom did as she was told before continuing, "Now kneel before your Mistress. Hands behind your back and keep them there. And lower your head. You don't look at me unless you have permission too."

Once the older woman had obeyed those commands Julie knelt down, looked her mother over and then reached out to squeeze a nipple. Immediately the Milf flinched and began moving her arms. She even tried to say something. Julie couldn't have that.

"Keep your arms where they are!" Julie snapped, only twisting her mother's nipple harder once the older woman had done as she was told, even grabbing onto the other nipple so she could twist that as well, "Do you think this is a joke? That I only want you to address me by my proper title some of the time? That you can just forget whenever you want? Well, do you? Answer me!"




One Last Great Romance Ch. 02



"No!" Susan whimpered, "No, I'm so sorry Mistress Julie. I didn't mean it. I'm sorry."

"Well sorry isn't good enough." Julie growled before adding, "Wait here. Don't you dare move."

Susan did as she was told. The wait was long and uncomfortable, but the worst of it was that she had disappointed Mistress Julie. Sadly it wasn't an unfamiliar feeling as Susan knew she had let her daughter down on countless occasions, but it felt so much worse now, so much more... vivid, and Susan silently promised herself it would never happen again. Of course that was a promise she'd made before, but Susan had never been more determined to keep it.

So naturally when Julie returned Susan kept her head down and waited for her next command. She didn't have to wait long, "Bend over the table again. Arms stretched out over it and your legs spread. Make sure to keep that cute ass up in the air for me."

Without looking her daughter in the eye Susan quickly did as she was told, resisting the urge to question the teen as she started tying her hands to one end of the table.

Proving she hadn't lost her touch from her time in summer camps Julie expertly tied the knots, securing first Susan's hands and then her feet to each chair leg so that the older woman was spread-eagled, even lightly pulling at her mother's hands to make sure she couldn't move if she wanted too. Then Julie quickly popped the ball gag back inside Susan's mouth, fastened it tightly around her head, and then grabbed the big strap-on dildo she had been hiding and placed it in front of her Mom.

"I want to make something absolutely clear." Julie said softly after giving her mother a few long moments to stare at the toy, "If you agree to become my sex slave I will punish you as I see fit. That spanking I gave you earlier, that was just something to keep you in check. The paddling I'm about to give you will be what you can expect as a punishment for any more of your little screw ups. It may get easier, and the punishments may vary in harshness, but I'm going to give you the best I've got. Not just because you've forgot my title and didn't stop when I told you too, although that will be part of it, mostly I will be taking every frustration I've ever had with you out on your pretty little ass. But, and I know this will sound weird, I'll be doing it at least partly out of love for you, and after it's done I'm going to reward you by shoving every single inch of that strap-on up your butt and fuck your slutty little butt hole to multiple screaming orgasms. So however hard it gets for you just imagine how amazing that big dick is going to feel in your ass. It's 12 inches long and nearly 3 inches wide, but you've been taking my 10 incher pretty easily so I think you're ready, don't you?"

Susan nodded happily as she continued staring at the dildo which was about an inch away from her face, eventually mumbling into her gag, "Yes Mistress Julie."

"Good, because I promise you Mommy, you're going to take every inch up your ass like a good little anal whore." Julie said, grabbing the paddle and pressing it against her mother's ass, "Now remember, I love you more than anything, but you totally deserve this."

With that Julie raised the paddle as high as she could lift it and then brought it crashing down as hard as she could against her Mom's ass. Immediately her Mom screamed in pain but Julie ignored it in favour of giving the older woman's ass another hard strike, and then another, and then another, and then another, the teen beginning to mercilessly spank her mother.

There was part of Julie that wanted to show mercy because even through all her screw ups she loved her Mom, and not just in the normal mother/daughter way. No, Julie was in love with her Mom, and she didn't want to really hurt her. However she wanted to look after and protect the clumsy older woman, and if she was going to do that Julie felt she needed to be able to discipline her klutz of a mother. So, Julie reminded herself, this was for her Mom's own good.

Of course, even though it made her feel a little guilty, there was part of Julie which was really enjoying finally getting to live out her BDSM fantasies. She'd never had the guts to talk to any of her former lovers about this side of herself, but with her Mom it just felt so natural, like she was born to be her mother's Dom, and her mother was always meant to be her Sub. Because really, just the sight of her Mom's ass cheeks jiggling from the impact of the paddle was making Julie so wet she could barely stand it. And when combined with the sounds of her mother's cries and the sound of the paddle hitting flesh, and the power Julie felt, it was all the teen could do to keep up the spanking and not just grabbed the big dildo, strap it around her waist and shove every inch of it up her mother's ass.

While Julie was fighting the urge to butt fuck her mother, or more accurately put it off a little longer, Susan was praying her daughter would stop spanking her and fuck her ass. Partly because the spanking was honestly one of the worst pains Susan had ever known, ironically rivalled only by giving birth to Mistress Julie. However no matter how bad it got, and after a few minutes Mistress Julie seem to get a second wind which made the pain feel literally unbearable, Susan didn't beg Mistress Julie to stop. Why? Because Mistress Julie was right. Susan did deserve this.

Susan had been a terrible mother, failing her daughter time and time again. And not just failing her daughter, but embarrassing her. Even humiliating her as Mistress Julie was forced to admit Susan was her mother. And Mistress Julie had always come to her rescue but Susan could tell it frustrated the younger girl, and now finally Mistress Julie had an opportunity to let out all that frustration.

It definitely felt like she did and then some, Susan experiencing an odd feeling of pride as her daughter put her in her place and punished her for years of bad parenting. Which didn't make it any easier to take the now brutal paddling, but Susan was at least able to distract herself by staring at the huge strap-on in front of her, the submissive anal slut literally quivering at the thought of having that monster dildo buried balls deep in her ass hole.

Finally when her ass had been beaten an angry red Susan got an up close look at that dildo, Mistress Julie quickly moving around so she was facing the older woman before removing any remaining clothing, grabbing the toy and pulling it up her thighs. For the sake of convenience there was now anal lubricant hidden away in every room of the house so once the dildo was strapped firmly around her waist Mistress Julie grabbed the lube she kept in the kitchen, squirted some into the palm of her hand and started rubbing it into the large butt buster, Susan again quivering as she watched the beautiful sight. She even got an up close look, Mistress Julie nice enough to stand directly in front of her so the dildo was right in her face.

Julie was glad there was nothing but excitement on her Mom's face. She'd been worried she would be nervous given this was the largest toy in Julie's collection and this would be the first time she would be using it on her Mom's ass hole. Of course her Mom's ass hole was super slutty so it wasn't a total surprise, but still Julie was grateful as it meant it would be easier for her to get her dick up her Mom's ass. 

The lubricant would make extra sure of that, and once there was enough of it on her cock Julie quickly moved around to admire the beautifully red cheeks of her Mom's ass. Then, still stroking her cock, Julie reached out, grabbed hold of the butt plug and said, "Mommy... get ready to feel every inch of my big dick up your slutty ass!"

With that Julie gave the butt plug a sharp pull, the large toy coming out with a soft pop. The second the butt plug was out of her mother's ass hole Julie pressed her strap-on against her target and then shoved forwards as hard as she could. Whether because of the plug or Julie constantly sodomising her mother or a combination of both the big dildo shot quickly up Susan's shit chute, Julie burying almost half of her cock in her Mom's butt on the first thrust. Julie's second thrust was far slower and softer, yet at the same time it was unrelenting until the teen's thighs smacked against her mother's ass cheeks as at that point it was impossible to continue the thrust as every inch of the strap-on was now firmly up Susan's butt.

"See I told you you'd take every inch, didn't I?" Julie grinned, smacking her Mom's dildo filled butt to emphasise her point.

"Owww, yes Mistress Julie, you did, you told me." Susan mumbled through her gag.

"And why was that?" Julie enquired.

Susan had to think for a few seconds, but then promptly answered, "Because I'm a whore?"

"An anal whore!" Julie corrected, giving her Mom's ass a hard smack as punishment.

"OWWW, YES! I'm a anal whore! I'm your anal whore Mistress Julie! My ass is yours!" Susan whimpered, trying to appease her mistress/daughter.

"Yes it is." Julie murmured, her eyes locking on where her hips were pressed against her mother's butt cheeks, "Your ass is mine, just like every other part of you, which is why you're going to take it up the ass for me like a good little anal whore, aren't you Mommy?"

"Yes! I'm going to take it like a good whore." Susan quickly replied, "I'm going to take your big beautiful strap-on up my slutty ass like a good little anal whore for you Mistress Julie! Mommy is going to take it like a good little anal whore! Mmmmmm, oh Mistress Julie, fuck me! Fuck my butt. Butt fuck me like the anal whore I am! Ohhhhhh Mistress Julie!"

While her mother continued blathering Julie began slowly pumping her Mommy's pooper, her eyes locked on to the sight of her strap-on stretching her Mom's butt hole just like every other time she sodomise this beautiful woman, or any of her previous others for that matter.

To Julie there was no sight more breath taking than that of a woman's ass hole stretching for her strap-on. Or at least she didn't think they used to be. Now she knew the most breath taking sight in the world had to be the sight of her Mom's ass hole being stretched, rivalled only by her mother's firm ass cheeks jiggling as Julie rammed into the rectum of the woman who gave her life. Of course then there was the perfection which was her Mom bent over in front of her, sometimes made only more perfect by her mother spreading her ass cheeks in total submission, either offering up her forbidden hole for Julie to use as a fuck hole for her pleasure or showing off her gaping butt hole after a particularly passionate round of anal sex, the gaping itself another breath taking sight. The point was Julie loved everything about fucking another woman in the ass, and every aspect of it was like a thousand times better when it was her mother who was on the receiving end.

That's why tonight had to go perfectly, why it would go perfectly because Julie refused to fail. She'd never wanted anything more than this. In fact she needed it. Her lust for her own mother had turned from want into a burning need, Julie feeling like life wouldn't be worth living if she didn't own her Mom. She had to make her Mommy her property, to make her mother submit every part of herself to her. And most of all she needed to own this ass. Julie needed to have her Mom's butt hole as her personal fuck hole to use whenever she felt the urge to sodomise her mother, which Julie felt she needed as much and as often as she needed air.

With that in mind Julie skilfully loosened her mother's rectum with gentle but firm thrusts, moving side to side and up and down as well as in and out for several minutes until she had her Mommy moaning and whimpering into her gag in pure pleasure. Then Julie gently increased the pace of the sodomy until the sound of her thighs smacking off her Mom's butt cheeks were echoing throughout their home, Julie joyfully butt fucking her Mom to near climax only to deny her at the last second.

All the while Julie increased and decreased the pace accordingly, cruelly ass fucking her mother to near climax after near climax before finally reaching down and gently removing the gag.

Immediately Susan opened her mouth to beg Julie to make her cum but before she could her daughter shoved something in her mouth and said, "Here, clean this."

Recognising the taste of her own ass Susan quickly realised it was the butt plug Mistress Julie used to stretch her ass out. The toy somehow felt bigger in her mouth, but to be fair Susan's ass hole had become surprisingly used to being widely stretched thanks to her anal loving daughter and while Susan had given Mistress Julie plenty of blow jobs she found it much easier to take large toys in her ass than she did in her mouth. Of course Mistress Julie had noticed that and pointed out that it was a sign that Susan was a natural anal slut, and even though it was kind of embarrassing Susan couldn't argue, especially considering the ecstasy she was feeling right now as her daughter continued butt fucking her over their kitchen table.

Honestly it was really difficult for Susan to concentrate on sucking on the butt plug in her mouth when her daughter was giving her a skilful ass pounding, but as always Susan was determined to try her best.

She wasn't used to sucking on such a small toy but Susan was very familiar with the taste of her own ass which helped motivate her in her sucking. Which again, was embarrassing, but it also reminded her of the first time doing this. It was right after her second ever ass fucking, Mistress Julie moving up the bed and just shoving her cock directly into Susan's mouth. The way Mistress Julie had looked at her and told her to suck it clean had made Susan shiver with delight, the memory doing the same thing as she joyfully sucked the butt plug clean.

As if sensing it was totally clean Julie pulled the butt plug out and said, "So, Mommy, how do you like being my bitch?"

"I love it!" Susan moaned, quickly adding, "Ohhhhhhh Mistress Julie, Mommy loves being your bitch. Please, please allow me the privilege of being your bitch full-time. Mmmmmm oh, I want you to own me Mistress Julie. I want to be owned by my daughter."

"Really..." Julie murmured, pausing the ass fucking momentarily so she could lean down and whisper into her Mom's ear, "Because remember, this is only a taste of what you can expect as my bitch. When it's official I will own every little fibre of your being. Your clothes, money, every single one of your possessions, I will own all of it and you will be a possession to me. My prized possession which I will love and cherish more than anything else in this world, but a possession nevertheless. You will have no say in anything ever again, all your decisions made for you by me, your owner. You won't even be able to take a shit without my permission. Not that you'll ever shit right again, because no matter how much you think I've been abusing your ass over the past few months it's going to seem like nothing once I own this tight little fuck hole. And if you think it hurts to sit down now just you wait, because if I own you mother I swear I will end up ass fucking you so much you won't ever want to sit down again. I will even embarrass and humiliate you whenever the mood strikes me. Make you pull down your pants and panties and show off your ass hole which I promise will be constantly either gaping wide or filled with a butt plug. I'll make you do that to total strangers, maybe even our new neighbours and friends, make you explain how you are owned by a younger woman who loves fucking you in the ass. Maybe sometimes, when it's a total stranger, I'll even make you tell them I'm your daughter. That you're the property of your daughter. That you let your daughter fuck you in the ass whenever she wants because you have given up control to her completely and become her bitch, and you've never been happier. Do you understand mother? Do you understand the power I will have over you? The control? And that soon there will be no turning back. No changing your mind. That I want you to be mine forever and if you agree I will never allow you to be anything except my bitch. Do you Mommy? Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress Julie. I understand, and that's what I want. I want to be your bitch. I want to be owned completely by my daughter. To become your possession, your property, no matter what the cost." Susan promised, "In fact I love being humiliated by you Mistress Julie because it makes me feel like such a bitch. Your bitch! Especially when I can't sit down because you've ass fucked me so hard."

"Really?" Julie questioned.

"Really." Susan blushed, "My friends think there something wrong with me because I don't sit down during poker night anymore. Or any time they see me. Oh if they only knew my butt hurt all the time, that I can't shit right and most of the time I'm walking funny because my daughter loves wrecking my ass with her big strap-on cock. Mmmmmm, they would all be so disgusted at me, but if they knew how good it felt they would be so jealous. Jealous that I am my daughter's bitch. Oh please Mistress Julie, let Mommy be your bitch. Mommy wants to be your bitch!"

Shoving the ball gag back into her mother's mouth Julie growled, "We'll see, now shut up and take my dick up your ass Mom!"

Susan moaned with approval as Mistress Julie quickly fastened the gag around the back of her head then lifted herself up to grab a hold of Susan's hips to restart the daughter on mother butt fucking. Mistress Julie wasted no time in establishing a steady rhythm and then increasing the pace, the earlier ass reaming ensuring that Susan's rectum was loose and ready for whatever her daughter had to give her. That included a skilful and increasingly hard butt pounding which soon had Susan hurtling towards an orgasm, the older woman fairly certain that this time she would not be denied.

She wasn't, her daughter made her cum in what felt like seconds, Susan incredibly grateful for the gag as she screamed as much as she wanted into it, allowing her youngest child to sleep peacefully in his crib while her oldest child joyfully sodomised her to climax. Not that Mistress Julie had ever been satisfied with giving her Mom only one orgasm from anal sex, the teen continuing the now brutal pace so she could make Susan cum over and over again, the mother's juices literally squirting from her cunt like a fountain.

Again Susan couldn't understand why she had taken so long to try anal. Not that she could imagine anyone being able to fuck her ass half as skilfully as her own daughter so clearly things had worked out for the best. Because sure, as a mother maybe she should have been trying to convince her daughter to date someone of her own age but as a extremely submissive woman Susan was extremely happy her daughter had chosen her to be the lucky female who got to be Julie Meyer's girlfriend. Perhaps more importantly Susan got to be her daughter's bitch, and while on some level she knew it was wrong it also felt so overwhelmingly right, like Susan was always meant to be her daughter's bitch and now finally she was being put in her rightful place while Mistress Julie was taking hers as the head of the household.

With that in mind Susan felt oddly proud of her daughter. Her baby girl had become such a butt busting stud. The girl had bagged her own mother for Christ sakes, effortlessly turning the woman who gave her life into her bitch. How much more of a stud could you be?

Oh yes, Susan thought, she was so proud of her Mistress Julie, and Susan couldn't wait to be officially this little woman taming stud's bitch. That's all she wanted.

As if reading her thoughts her Mistress Julie grabbed hold of her hair, pulled it back and growled, "What do you want to be Mom? What do you want to be?"




One Last Great Romance Ch. 02



"YOUR BITCH! I WANT TO BE YOUR BITCH MISTRESS JULIE! I WANT TO BE MY DAUGHTER'S BITCH!" Susan screamed loudly and proudly through her ball gag.

To Julie's delight her mother continued repeating those words over and over again in some variation through a couple more orgasms, then the older woman clearly became so lost in the ecstasy she was feeling she could no longer form coherent words. Of course both the words and the lack of words encouraged Julie to ass fuck her Mom with every ounce of her strength, the sound of her thighs smacking off her mother's ass cheeks echoing throughout their home so much Julie was surprised MJ didn't wake up. Luckily he had proven to be a heavy sleeper, but Julie was glad she'd already picked out several places with soundproof walls, and brought a baby monitor to go along with it, when looking for a new home.

Of course this was home and always would be. Not the house, her Mom's ass. Deep inside her mother's butt was Julie Mayer's home; where she belonged. The place she always wanted to be, wanted to spend the most time in, was her own personal little slice of heaven.

Julie loved spanking her Mom, and going down on her, and making the older woman eat her pussy and ass, but for all the dirty things she did to the woman who gave her life there was just something special about fucking her Mom with a strap-on. It was primal, Julie mounting her mother as if she was a man and taking the older woman who was supposed to be in charge of her as her submissive mate to do with as she pleased. And while Julie got that feeling from fucking her Mom's pussy, along with a delicious feeling of violating the place of her origins, she also was haunted by visions of her father, Mike and other men having their way with what Julie was now convinced was always meant to be hers. Butt fucking her Mom never made Julie feel like that as she was the one who took her mother's anal cherry, that hole only having ever been used by Julie so the teen saw it as her own personal fuck hole. Her Mom's butt hole was hers, only hers, and nobody but her would ever use it because it was her property.

That's what her mother's entire body would soon be. No, it's what her mother's entire body was now and would forever be. Something Julie owned and cherished. But while her own mother would soon become her prized possession her very favourite part of her prized possession would be her Mom's butt. Her home. The tiny little hole her mother pooped from which would always be available for Julie to fuck with her strap-on, fingers, tongue and whatever else she wanted to shove up her Mom's ass. The tight little shit hole Julie was going to fuck, and fuck, and fuck, and make sure it was always gaping wide so it would be nice and ready for her big cock. That back passage Julie was going to live in. The woman who gave her life bending over at a click of her fingers, and spreading her cheeks, and begging for the anal abuse that the ass whore who called herself her mother would want as much as Julie.

As Julie became crazed with these thoughts she came over and over again, the stimulator inside the harness drilling her clit until the teen collapsed with exhaustion, almost slipping off her mother in the process given how slippery with sweat they both were. Luckily by that point Julie had nothing to be ashamed of as she had butt fucked her Mommy to countless orgasms resulting in the older woman being barely conscious by the time her daughter finally stopped ass fucking her.

For a few long moments Julie just lay there panting. Then she nuzzled her Mom's neck and whispered sweet nothings into her ear like, "Mmmmmm, that was so good Mommy. You took your daughter's cock so well up your ass. Mmmmmmm, your ass is the perfect depository for my dick."

After a while Julie untied her mother's hands, removed the ball gag and rhetorically asked, "Shall we see just how gaping your ass hole is this time?"

"I bet it's wider than ever Mistress Julie." Susan murmured submissively.

Julie smiled wickedly and then proved her mother to be right, quickly lifting herself up and pushing herself back so that her strap-on rushed out of her Mom's butt hole. Julie's wicked smile then got even wider as she was presented with her mother's completely destroyed ass, the cheeks even more red and sore than before while the hole itself was a gaping mess. Then somehow the older woman's butt hole looked even worse, Susan submissively reaching back to pull apart her ass cheeks and provide Julie an even better look into the deepest depths of her Mom's bowels via her gaping ass hole.

To Julie this was her Mom showing total submission to her, Julie in turn feeling totally dominant as she stared at her handiwork for a few long seconds. Then she untied her Mom's legs and ordered, "Get on your knees in front of me."

Without hesitation her mother did as she was told, however she didn't then suck Julie's ass flavoured cock, no matter how badly she clearly wanted too. This made Julie smile again. Her bitch was clearly learning.

"Good girl, now... suck my cock clean." Julie ordered, impressed that her mother waited for the command before wrapping her lips around the shaft and beginning to bob her head up and down, "Mmmmmm, that's a good bitch, that's right, you do what I say, when I say it! That's what a good little submissive bitch does, and that's what you want to be, isn't it Mommy? You want to be your daughter's bitch? Then show me! Show me how badly you want to be my bitch by sucking my cock clean of every drop of your slutty anal juices! Mmmmm yes, suck it you nasty ATM whore!"

After the first time Susan never really needed verbal encouragement to do this because while she could have never imagined herself enjoying the taste of her own ass, especially off a dildo strapped around her daughter's waist, the truth was she had become an ass to mouth whore. Susan loved the taste of her own ass, craving it almost as much as her daughter's sweet pussy juices and delicious cum. Plus it was another chance for Susan to please her Mistress, the teen's continuing words only helping to revitalise her strength so she could give Mistress Julie's cock a long, thorough blow job.

Of course Susan had started off concentrating on the first few inches of the strap-on so she could savour the taste of the deepest part of her ass. As if she needed further proof she was a perverted slut Susan found the knowledge that the head of Mistress Julie's dildo had been buried so deeply in her bowels to be an incredible turn on and whether it was psychological or not the deeper the cock had been the tastier she found the flavour of her own anal juices.

However when it was clear the first few inches were completely clean Susan didn't hesitate bobbing her head lower on the dick, relaxing her throat muscles so she could take it as deep as possible into her mouth. Sadly Susan was still to master the fine art of deep throating, something she'd never really done or in most cases never really had the option of doing with previous male lovers, and given this dildo was longer and wider than any Susan had ever sucked before she really didn't stand a chance. She still tried her hardest, but Susan was only able to get a few inches down her throat before she started choking.

Julie admired the way her Mom continually tried and failed. Well, that wasn't always the case, but when it came to taking her dick down her throat Julie definitely enjoyed watching her mother continuously trying until her eyes filled with tears, she began shaking violently, and finally she pulled away gasping for air.

The older woman repeated this several times before Julie said, "Well, we still need to work on your deep throating skills, but for now just lick the rest of my dick clean. Come on Mommy, clean that cock with your tongue, then when you're done we will see if you really want to be my bitch."

Those words made the Milf move faster, Susan quickly sliding her tongue over every inch of the shaft before moving away and looking up at Julie expectantly.

"Mom..." Julie asked, letting that word which she would use sparingly from now on if at all hang in the air, "Do you want to be my bitch?"

"Oh yes Mistress Julie, more than anything." Susan said without hesitation.

"Prove it." Julie said with a grin, "Kiss my feet and beg me for the privilege of being my bitch."

Immediately Susan lent forward and began covering her daughter's feet in kisses, shamelessly begging between each kiss, "Oh please Mistress Julie... please allow me the privilege of being your bitch... I want to be your bitch so bad... more than anything I've ever wanted in my entire life... oh please Mistress Julie... allow me the honour of being your bitch... I'll eat your yummy pussy and ass whenever you want... let you fuck me in the ass whenever you want, with whatever you want... I'll take whatever you want to give me Mistress Julie... I'll do anything for you... anything... just please, let me be your bitch... I want to be my daughter's bitch... I want to spend the rest of my life getting fucked up the ass by my own daughter... obeying her every command... being nothing but her property... please Mistress Julie, let me be your property... let me be your bitch..."

"Look up at me." Julie interrupted, waiting until her mother had done as she was told before she reached down, brushed some hair out of her face and said, "Congratulations Mom... you just became my bitch."

*

Susan opened an eye, slowly turning her head, careful not to make too sudden a movement, towards the electronic clock sitting by the side of the bed. Satisfied that it was time to get up Susan opened the second eye and carefully, so carefully, pushed back the quilt. She paused, her heart beating speedily, as Julie made a sound. For a second Susan feared she had woken her daughter by accident and that would not be good, Julie had specific ways she liked to be woken and sudden bursts of cool air fanning over her naked body was not one of them. After a few seconds Julie gave a little grunt and turned back on her side, still asleep. Susan let out an internalised sigh of relief, it was too early in the morning for a spanking, not that she would have made any complaint.

She walked over to the mirror and took a look at her reflection. She had to admit she looked good, her titties were firmer than they had any right to be, her tummy ironing board flat and her thighs, if not those she had when she was twenty, were near to those she had when she was thirty. There wasn't a doubt Susan thought, that her energetic sex life with her daughter Julie was keeping her in trim, being banged in every hole all the time got rid of any excess flab faster than any gym equipment. Susan continued to look at the reflection, noticing the other signs of her daughter's dominance - last night Julie had spreadeagled her Mom over the bed, tying her wrists and ankles so tight that the burn marks were still visible and thrashed her bare cunt. Susan couldn't remember what the transgression had been to deserve a pussy whipping. It didn't take much for Julie to decide she needed to be punished and Susan took her punishment like a good well trained bitch, neither complaining at her treatment, or trying to explain in an attempt to wheedle out of it. Julie had thrashed the slit, until the teen was sweating and Susan was blubbering in pain. 

Of course Susan's pain couldn't, and shouldn't, stop her daughter butt-fucking her Mom's back hole, after all she owned it, and so after the whipping Susan had been turned on her front and anally fucked until Julie was so exhausted that she collapsed on her back. Susan had cleaned the cock with her mouth, before gently taking it off her daughter and putting it away with the rest of the teen's large collection. By the time Susan had returned to the bed Julie was asleep, that had been slightly disappointing, as if she had been awake Susan might have asked permission to snuggle into her. If Julie was feeling in a good mood she might have let her, but Susan knew she shouldn't wake Julie for something so inconsequential as making Susan's night comfortable, so Susan had just slid into her own side of the bed and fallen asleep.

Susan always slept best when she was lying in Julie's arms or was being spooned by her daughter. Partly because of the comfort factor, but mostly because it made sure she didn't roll over onto her back in the night, the effect of putting weight on her constantly sore ass often enough to wake her up. Luckily Susan was fairly sure that hadn't happened as considering the butt pounding Julie had given her last night she would have almost definitely woken up if she had.

Turning her back to the mirror Susan lifted her nightie up. Her back hole was almost completely closed, Susan even having to spread her own ass cheeks just to see her hole properly. This was an extremely rare occurrence, Julie living up to her word as she obsessively butt fucked her own mother multiple times a day, and honestly Susan loved every moment of it. After all what was a constantly aching butt hole if the result was such ecstasy? Besides, walking around with a constantly gaping or plug filled ass hole was a constant reminder of Susan's role in her relationship with her daughter.

Susan slid out of her nightwear, folding it neatly and putting it away; Julie hated nothing more than a messy bedroom. That done she considered what she would wear for the day; if they were expecting visitors or going out she was allowed to wear jeans, sweaters etc, but if they weren't Julie expected her Mom to wear something more sexy. As they weren't planning going anywhere today Susan slid into her suspenders, leaving the rest of her naked - perhaps if Julie wanted some peace later she'd add a ball-gag later, but that was a decision for her daughter, not Susan.

The Milf walked out into the landing. Adorning the walls were pictures of her; all in compromising positions - after an anal fisting, or being lesbian dped at that orgy Julie had taken her two, masturbating in the front room or flashing in the shopping aisle. They were quick to take down when they had visitors and replace with fully clothed pictures of Julie and MJ (except for a couple of her baby son in the bath), but otherwise Julie liked her Mom's submission to be on display. Susan carried onto her son's room, MJ was asleep and looked like he would be for a while. The only thing which ever interrupted Julie's domination of her Mom was MJ crying; but Julie took her step-motherly duties seriously, often playing with MJ and trying to teach him to talk or walk far in advance of what was expected as a baby, whilst her naked Mom washed the kitchen floors with a butt-plug in her ass.

She headed into the kitchen and taking a stool, stood on it so that she could reach the top of the cupboard. There were a card and a box. She took them down and sat at the table, grimacing only slightly as she rested her weight on her ass. As always when she sat down Susan briefly thought of Julie, and on this occasion of her morning butt fucking which she would soon be receiving from her daughter. Then she returned her attention to the items in her hand.

Outside the Mayer house it was Mother's Day, but as far as Julie was concerned that day didn't exist and Susan couldn't disagree - if it had been submissive sluts day she'd have been happy, but why celebrate her being a Mom, when that was the least of her roles and meant nothing to her lover. But Susan had wanted to do something, so she took the Mother's Day card and crossed out the word 'Mother' replacing it with 'Daughter' then she added her name and a sexy message about how much she loved Julie. That done she added the X's for kisses, stopping when she got to fifty as she didn't want to overdo it. She slid the card in the envelope and licked it shut, before opening the box.

Inside were ropes and whips and nipple clamps, together with ball-gags and a large butt-plug. It scared Susan to look at the equipment she had mail-ordered and know that her daughter would use all of it on her, but it also excited her. And she knew it was something that Julie would appreciate. She wrapped it up in paper and then went upstairs again. MJ was still asleep and so was Julie. Susan put the card and present on the bed next to the teen and looked at the clock again; it was time to wake Julie up - the proper way. 

The Milf went under the covers and between Julie's legs, the teen grunting something as Susan spread her legs and placed her head between her daughter's thighs. She licked slowly and carefully, gently sliding her tongue into the hole and bringing Julie gradually into consciousness. The teen gave a sleepy moan, followed after a few seconds by one of pleasure. Susan continued to lap away, pushing her tongue into her daughter's wet slit and waking her in the most pleasant way imaginable. Julie stretched and groaned. "Uuurrrhhh," she yawned. "Mmmmnn," she moaned. Susan moved deeper, her tongue pushing down the teen's hole and playing with her special spot. "Oh that's good," Julie said, "Is this a present?"

Susan didn't reply, just carried on eating away at Julie. Above her she could hear Julie opening the envelope and reading out, "'Happy Daughter's Day. To my dear Mistress Julie, May you have the Happiest Daughter's Day ever, With all my love, Love Your Two Bit Anal Whore.' That's sweet you slut, I may not cane your ass so hard today, let me see the present - oh whips, and leather rope and is this a ball-gag, you dirty naughty whore and a whip as well/ I'm taking what I said back, I'll be hanging you from the rafters later and using this baby."

Susan lapped away, happy between her daughter's legs and knowing that her place was to be a bitch to Julie. It might not have been conventional, but Susan was more than content with her one last great romance.

The End.