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Catching Mom

By: WayneGibbous



I know a lot of these stories are about moms catching their sons at sex, usually jacking-off or something. Well, this is a bit different. First about Mom and me.

I'm Brett and I'm eighteen, a senior in high school. I get good grades and have applied to several colleges, wanting to major in mechanical engineering. Yeah, I'm kind of a nerd about it, I watch the 'How-it's-Made" programs on cable to see all the neat kinds of machinery that are specially-made to make everything from pencils to helicopters. It's what I want to do.

Mom is a manager in a local bank. She's worked hard and long to get where she is and I'm proud of her. She had two years of college when she got pregnant and the bastard just upped and left. But, she's been great.

My mom is also a looker. She's got long blond hair, blue eyes, a perfect complexion that I inherited, I skipped the whole acne and zits thing (thanks, Mom), a nice figure, she's five-six, trim, and C-cup boobs. Yes, I've looked at her bras.

I've looked at her, too. She's a MILF for sure, lots of my guy friends talk about her all the time, I'm kind of proud, actually, she's pretty hot. I've never seen her naked but I have gotten glimpses of her boobs at times. I would immediately go jack-off, yes, my own mom, you should see her. You'd understand.

Actually, at this time, I have seen her naked. The first time was one afternoon after school, they cancelled soccer practice (I'm not all nerd), so I took my regular bus home, not the later one and I came in the back door, went upstairs, then down the hall to my room to change and got to my mom's bedroom door, which was open, and there she was, naked under the husband of one of her best friends.

They fucked for a minute as I stood there, then she opened her eyes and let out a screech. I told the guy to get out and he grabbed his clothes and left.

Mom, now huddled under her covers, spoke first, "Oh, god, Brett, I'm so sorry..."

"Nothing to say, Mom, but I want to finish what he started."

She looked startled and confused and I reached down and loosened my belt, undid my pants, lowered them to the floor and pulled down my briefs.

"Brett, you can't be serious," she said as I pulled off my shirt and came to her bed, now as naked as she was.

I nodded down and told her, "Does this look like I'm serious?"

"But it's not right, Brett."

I pulled the sheet away, knelt on the bed, pulled her knees apart and began licking and tonguing her wet pussy as she lay there looking down at me as I feasted on her. It was something I just loved doing. I'd had several girlfriends who always had me eat them out, one, Becky Rollins, she just went crazy when I opened her with my fingers and ran my tongue around inside her.

So, I did the same and found that my mother was just like Becky.

"Omigod, oh, oh, Brett, mmm, it feels so...UUNH, UUNH, UH, UH, uh, mmm, mmm," she screamed as her hips jolted up and down and her whole body trembled. Her hands came down gripping my head, pulling my face into her wetness, rubbing me all over her pussy.

"Oh, baby, you are so good, my god, oh, my pussy...mmm, don't stop, just don't stop," and she lay back down and I gave her two more orgasms with my mouth.

At that point, she was just laying on her back, knees up, but just limp and breathing hard. I crawled up next to her and she turned to me and kissed me like few girlfriends have kissed me. Her hand was squeezing my cock, then she hugged me, whispering, "Yes, yes, please fuck me, Brett, god, I want your cock in me."

I got up over her and knelt there as I pressed my hard cock through her wet pussy lips up into where I had come out of so many years before. The return was awesome.

"Oh, oh, Mom, you feel so good, oh, this is so good."

"Yes, oh, yes, mmm, I do want this, I want it with all my heart. Oh, I just never...oh, but now, oh, you make me feel so good. I love you Son, I love you so much."

"I love you, too, Mom, this is just the way I want to love you. I want to be your lover. This is what I want most of all."

"Just make me happy, mmm, cum in me and make me happy," she whispered as I fucked her in and out.

We never had supper that night. I fucked my mom three times and she finally sucked me to sleep. We showered together the next morning, hungrily ate our breakfast as we made quick lunges at each other's bodies.

As she left for work, she said she'd be home early from work so we could make love some more. Wow, this was all I'd ever hoped for.

It was all I could do to keep from jacking my cock when I got home from school. I did figure that I'd just go ahead and get naked and wait for Mom in the kitchen, whenever she came. I was hard just like I'd been all day. Knowing I was now fucking Mom and she was loving it, wanted more and more, well, it just kept me hard every waking minute.

Then I heard the garage door going up. I reached down and stroked myself as I sat at the kitchen table, deciding to continue as Mom came in the house. I wanted her to see how horny she was making me.

"Oh, my god, look at you," she cried as soon as she opened the door. "Are you really that horny, Brett?"

"For you, I am, Mom, see," and I let go and it just stood out rock-hard, throbbing, wanting my mother's mouth and pussy to calm it down at last. She came over and knelt down as I watched her red lips slide over the head and down the shaft as her hands rubbed up and down my abdomen as she sucked up and down. Her eyes were looking up at me as she pulled on me, it was exquisite.

She sucked me until I began to squirm, then pulled up off me, leaving a circle of lipstick red around the base of my cock, a decoration I would begin to wear from that day on.

"Come on, I've got to change, we'll take care of that properly upstairs," she said as I followed her up.

While I sat on her bed, my mother did a slow strip for me, smiling, teasing me as if I needed it, my hard cock now seeping precum in anticipation of our sexual reunion.

"Lay down, Brett, this one is one me, I just want to fuck that beautiful cock of yours," and she got up on the bed, put a leg up over me, reached under, gripped my cock and slid down sending me deep up inside her as I rubbed her wonderful boobs.

"I hope you saved all your cum for me, I've been wanting this all day, god, I've been wet all day."

"Well, I've had a major hard-on all day, Mom, that's how much I've been wanting this."

"Mmm, me, too, you are so much better than Sylvia's husband, well, we have each other now."

"If it had been up to me, Mom, we'd have been doing this when I was twelve or thirteen."

"That long? You were just a little boy."

"May be, but I was jacking-off thinking about you when I was that age."

"Me, when there are all kinds of girls around? Really, me?"

"Oh, yeah, you. I'm in a high school full of girls and I wouldn't trade this for any of them."

"But, honey, I'm thirty-eight, I've seen the girls you go to school with, I'm not even in the running."

"Mom, look who I'm fucking. Case closed."

She leaned over me and gave me a long, deep kiss as I kneaded her breasts, the breasts that once fed me when I was small and now delight me as I'm grown.

"Well, I'm really glad this has all happened. I was so afraid that it as the wrong thing to do but this feels so right."

"It just feels wonderful to me, Mom, just wonderful."

"Mmm, yes, to me, too, I'm sure this feels much better than if you were twelve or thirteen. Yes, you really satisfy me like a man, oh, like my man," and she rose up over me and began moving up and down on just the tip of my cock, up and down just like an inch at a time, over and over. It was phenomenal.

"Oh, Mom, that's gonna make me cum, oh, for sure," I groaned as my cum began to spurt into her, right then she started to pump all the way down and up just siphoning everything I had up out of me. Some of my cum was even dribbling back down the shaft of my cock as she fucked me up and down.

"UUMG, UUMG, UUH, UUH, mmm, mmm, oh, Mom, oh, wow," I groaned as my mother brought me off in such a spectacular way.

She rode up and down a few more times, then said, "Well, I've got to get supper going or we'll never eat."

"Well, that was just the best sex I've ever had, who wants these young girls I go to school with when I can have you." That got me a long, hot kiss and a few more pumps up and down.

"Come on, help me in the kitchen," she said as she stood and pulled me up into her arms and held me tight, her hands down rubbing my butt just as I was rubbing hers.

We stayed naked from then on, it just became our routine. Being eighteen, I was pretty much horny all the time and it seemed to please my mother no end. I would always meet her when she came home from work, naked, with a raging hard-on from going without sex since being sucked-off that morning.

I would follow her into her bedroom, where I was now also sleeping, and help her take her clothes off, then we would have an energetic fuck, usually lasting at least a half-hour, often more, then go prepare supper as we fooled around with each other, teasing, playing, just having as much sexual fun as we could.

Then some television or a movie, maybe even some porn on the computer, that was always fun, then off to bed for a great fuck, maybe two.

After a month or so, we were laying in bed in each other's arms as she said softly, "I'm so happy we have each other like this now, Brett. I've just never had a lover who wanted sex as much as you. I just hope you never get enough, you've made me so happy. We're like two rabbits all the time and I just love it. Mmm, can you do me again?"

Mom made sure I could give her another go by sucking me up good and hard, something she's just so good at. And, yes, she got her wish.

I've been accepted at our state university which is only thirty miles away, so I'll continue to live at home with my mother and my lover. We both know that this may not last forever but, for now, we wouldn't want it any other way.

Catching Mom



My mom is not the prettiest mom in the world, but to me she is the most beautiful woman I have loved. Her name is Amy and she is thirty nine years of age. She has straight golden blonde hair, hazel brown eyes and beautiful full lips. Mom also has the prettiest smile I have ever seen.

She keeps her perfect body in shape by going to the gym 5 days a week. She also has a job as a catalogue model for clothing companies. Mom grew up during flower power during the sixties and seventies and with her parents being nudists she became extremely open minded and a bit wild.

Mom had me when she was only sixteen years old and she and her long-time boyfriend split up when I was only four years old. As far as I can remember I have always been close to my mom as she was to me. Her sight, her nice smell and the feeling of her next to perfect breasts pressing against me when we hugged or when she kissed me excited me ever since I was a little boy.

Tonight was an unusually warm summer's night and I just couldn't get to sleep. I looked at the clock and it was almost two am. I was feeling a little horny so I let my hand snake down my body to my dick where my hands curled around it and I began to masturbate. It was about the best thing I could do to myself on such a night like this.

My bedroom door had been left slightly open by mistake. As I was enjoying a session with my dick I thought I could hear moaning coming from the next room. The only other person in the house was my mom and slept in the room next to mine so it could only have been her moaning.

I was now wondering if she was having one of those erotic dreams or something in her sleep. After hearing her moan for a couple of minutes while I kept on stroking my dick I decided that I would go investigate matters.

I thought if it wasn't an erotic dream maybe it was a nightmare she was having and I would have to wake her up. So off I went out my bedroom door and half way down the hall to her bedroom door. Upon reaching her door I could see she had left it cracked open which was why I could hear her moans.

I pushed her bedroom door open a little more and poked my head into her room to see if mom was ok or if she needed me to wake her up. What I saw flabbergasted me.

Mom's bedside lamp was still so I was able to look over to where she was on her bed. All I could see was mom laying there completely naked reading what looked like a porn mag. Her eyes were half closed and pumping her pussy with her vibrator. I froze to the spot unable to look away from her. She was moaning and saying things that I couldn't understand as she thrust that vibrator in and out of her pussy as she pinched her nipples with her other hand.

"Mmm, fuck yeah, oh god yeah, fuck my pussy baby." Were the only things I could make out from all her mumbling?

My dick was now hard as a rock and before I knew it my hand was in my boxers and I was playing with myself as I watched my mom. My heart was beating fast and my mouth was becoming dry as I jerked myself off while watching mom.

I don't know if I made a noise or not but mom began opening her eyes and squinted over to where I was now standing just inside her bedroom door. She squinted my way then looked like she did a double take upon seeing her son standing there with his boxers around his knees while jerking his cock while watching her fuck herself with her vibrator.

You could see the expression of horror on her face at being caught in the act as she screamed "Holy Shit" as she tried to cover her modesty. I was still rooted to the spot with no idea on what to do or say. Then my feet got some will power of their own as I pulled my boxers up and I was able to make a bolt for the safety of my own bedroom slamming the door behind me.

I lay there under the covers in my bed as a few minutes went by and my mom had not appeared yet to yell at me for being a peeping Tom. My heart and mind were still racing at what I had seen my mom doing. My cock had regained its hardness again and my hand was once more inside my boxers chugging away at my dick.

As I was bashing the bishop I saw my bedroom door open up slowly until it was fully open and my mom walked over and stood beside me at my bedside. She had pulled on a short silk nightie which didn't hide very much of her pussy and no doubt her butt cheeks would have also been on show to.

"Mom I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to perv on you like I did." I said as she leaned over me with her hair hanging down over my face and I could smell her Jasmine perfume in my nostrils.

She then pulled the covers off me and took hold on each side of my boxers and pulled them down and off me dropping them on the floor by her bare feet. My hard on was now exposed to her and I watched as she licked her lips then bit her bottom lip as her eyes began to glaze over as she stared at my now hard as a rock dick.

"It's ok honey." She said as she took my hand in hers.

"I'm glad you saw me doing myself as you jerked off watching me." She said again as she pulled me up off my bed.

"Come we are going back to my room." Was the only other thing she said as she now took me by my hard on and led me down the hall to her room and to her bed.

Once I was on her bed she crawled over me on to her own side of her bed. I felt her nipples graze my thighs threw her flimsy silk nightie. I think my dick grew and extra half inch with her doing that. Once in bed beside me she pulled off her silk nightie and dropped it by her bed.

Mom then put one arm under my head as her other hand reached my left nipple pinching it hard with her fore finger and thumb. Her own hard right nipple was poking me in my left cheek. Mom ran her hand up and down my chest and abs caressing me.

"Let mommy watch you playing with that nice hard cock of yours baby." She said with a smile on her pretty face.

I did as she asked and took hold of my hard on and began to stroke it up and down, slowly at first them beating out a nice rhythm trying not to jerk it to fast as I knew I wouldn't last long before I shot my cum everywhere. Mom then started kissing my forehead, cheek and nose still keeping her eyes on my cock.

Then she let go of my nipple and ran her had down my abs and down onto my swollen balls cupping them gently in her soft warm hand and carefully giving them a squeeze as I still jerked off for her.

"Mom...I'm going to cum soon." I moaned out to her.

"Cum for me, cum for mommy." She said with her face so close to mine that I could feel her warm breath on my face making me go crazy for her.

Ten seconds later cum shot out of my cock up into the air above us and landed on my chest, her left arm and breast. Mom kissed me on the mouth while snaking her tongue over mine and twirling it around inside my mouth before breaking our kiss again.

"It's my turn now baby." She whispered in my left ear.

"You have to help me out here and take this vibrator and stuff it deep inside my pussy." She smiled as she lay on her back pulling me over her and putting my right hand on her vibrator and moving it to the entrance of her now drenched cunt.

"Now fuck my pussy with it you naughty boy!" She commanded.

I put my left hand on her flat tummy and pushed her vibrator deep into her pussy in one go. As I did, the cum on my chest was rubbed between us coating mom's stomach. My face was right above mom's pussy and I could smell her pussy juices filling my nostrils.

As I thrust her vibrator in and out of her pussy as fast, deep and hard as I could mom strummed her clit with her other hand.

"That's it baby, keep going and don't fucking stop!" She commanded again.

"Ohhh fuck...fuck me you mother fucker...I'm cumming." Mom cried out as her body went stiff as a board as her orgasm shot threw her body.

After a minute her body began to relax into her bed and she let go of her bed sheet. Mom grabbed me by the back of her neck and pulled down till we were face to face. She kissed me hard on the lips as again her tongue found mine and they intertwined with each other.

"That was so fucking hot son." She smiled at me.

"From now on you are sleeping in my bed and I will teach you all you need to know about pleasing me." Mom said with a huge smile on her face and her eyes twinkling like stars.

"You are such a lucky boy." She said as she kissed me again.

My cock was now hard again and ready for round two?



Catching Mom and Dad Ch. 01-02



Chapter 1

Have your parents ever caught you having sex?

Oh, I've had friends tell me their stories, one guy about his mom walking in on him masturbating, another friend who had his girlfriend's mother catch them, then stayed and had him begin taking care of her as well. That's the wildest one I've heard, well, except for my own.

Actually, it's a bit different...I caught Mom and Dad at it.

It happened when I was twenty-one and a senior in college. My parents had rented a ski lodge for a week and I was joining them over the winter break. I had told them I would be up there around four in the afternoon but left earlier than I'd planned and, with light traffic, I sailed right up there, arriving about two-twenty.

I got out of the car and went right in, the door was unlocked and looked around for them. Hearing a little sound from one of the back rooms, I went down the hall and there they were, my dad on the bed, facing away from the doorway, with Mom sitting on him rising and falling on his shiny, wet cock.

"Mmm, I'm feeling pretty close, Bill, mmm, oh, you're really hard, mmm, makes my pussy feel so good," my mother groaned.

I have to confess I didn't turn around and quietly go back to the front room and make some noise and I also didn't let them know I was there. I watched.

Was it sexy? Oh, yeah, my mom is petite, forty-five and she's taken good care of herself, though genes, I'm sure, have helped. She has a younger sister, my Aunt Jean, who is gorgeous in a bikini and my mom looked pretty good from behind as she did my dad. I could even get a glimpse of the side of her breast as she rocked up and down on Dad and, well, she sure looked nice from where I was.

Yes, it might have been my parents but I had a hard-on you wouldn't believe.

Then, I really don't think I made a noise, but my mother's head snapped around and she cried out,"Omigod, it's Phil," and Dad's head skewed around as I was saying, "Um, I'll be bringing my things in, okay?" and quickly left them knowing I'd rather ruined their nice interlude.

I was sitting in the main room when they came out, both looking a bit red-faced.

"Obviously, we weren't expecting you quite so soon, Son," my father said.

Mom, laughing now, added, "Yes, you kind of caught us having a bit of fun."

"Well, it's best to keep these things in the family, right?" I said to assure them that their secret was good with me.

"I didn't think my son would be interested in sharing me with his father like that but I suppose it could be fun," Mom said, grinning at me.

For a second, I didn't understand what she meant, then Dad added, "Diane, I'm not sure that's what he meant. He may have meant that he would keep it to himself. But, you rather surprise me that you said it might be fun."

"Well, it would certainly make for a memorable family get-together, wouldn't it? A rather unforgettable one," she said, smiling widely.

"Well, listen to your mother, Phil, I know we didn't finish in there, perhaps we've left her unfulfilled and wanting more. Maybe even like a lot more. Um, it wouldn't bother me if we both took care of your mother this week. What do you say?"

Okay, put yourself in my shoes. You've just walked in on your parents fucking and, basically, you've been asked if you'd like to join in. So, what would you do?

Well, I laughed.

"Mom, this isn't something I would quite expect out of you," I told her.

"Well, you might be surprised, Phil, your mother has become almost insatiable these days, right, hon?" my dad said.

"It was about when I was forty or so, yes, it felt like I was fifteen again. Your poor dad has been a busy man ever since and, well, when I thought you were saying you'd like to join in and make it a family thing, well, I understand if you'd rather not."

"Oh, no, Mom, I'm not saying that at all. Not at all. I saw what you looked like in there and, well, I can tell you that you certainly have your son aroused."

"Well, Son, why don't the three of us go back to our bedroom and we'll make your mother happy, doubly happy," Dad said.

I followed them back to their room and my dad suggested that we both take turns getting mom naked.

He and I were quickly disrobed, causing my mother to comment, "Oh, my, it's not so little anymore is it? My son has grown up and I'm about ready to see just how grown up he really is."

Dad unbuttoned Mom's top and I reached around and unhooked her bra and slid it off her arms. What I had seen a while earlier was right, her breasts, though not up to men's magazine standards, perhaps, were quite nice, full, round, with a womanly under curve to them, each tipped with an erect, wide, pink nipple.

I cupped each one in my hands while Dad undid her pants and tugged them down.Then, I reluctantly left her breasts to pull down her panties and held them so she could step out of them.

The second surprise from my mother, the first being her ready interest in having sex with her son, was her pussy. It was bare, shaved nice and smooth. Rather emboldened, I leaned forward and kissed her on her slit which held a bit of moisture. Then I saw that my father, as well, was shaven, both parent's pubic hair was shaved smooth and I was the only one with a hirsute crotch.

"Phil, why don't you get on the bed and Mom can get on you like she was doing me when you came in. I can tell you, she's nice and tight, you're gonna enjoy this," my dad said as I lay down on the bed, my cock rising toward the ceiling in anticipation.

My mother stood there looking at me, a smile wide across her face. She had always been trim and, now, naked, well, she might be forty-five but she looked ten years younger.

She knelt on the bed, then bent over, her lips sliding over the crown of my cock and down as I felt her mouth tighten and begin sucking.

Dad was behind her, his fingers rubbing between her legs as her eyes looked up at me while she licked and sucked me.

"Mmm, oh, Mom, oh, you are so good," I groaned.

"Oh, Son, your mom is the best. And it's something she loves to do. I suppose you might be finding out just how much she loves sucking a cock while you're here this week. It's nice that we can be open about all this. I suspect your mother might just get all the loving she craves."

She sucked me a minute more, I know I would have cummed if she'd kept going, but then she swung a leg up over, reached down to steady my cock and pressed herself down, driving me deep into her body.

"Mmm, yes, oh, that's where I got interrupted, but this time, well, don't be jealous, hon, but your son is like a rock and, well, he certainly fills me up," she said as she began rocking up and down on me the way I'd watched her on my father.

My hands were on her breasts, softly kneading them as she lifted up and dropped back down on my cock so slowly, so lovingly. It was the best sex I'd ever had and, surprising me totally, it felt so natural to be so completely loved by my mother, it was calm, yet so very exciting, my heart was pounding with each stroke she made.

"Oh, I can't believe how this is making me feel. I wasn't sure how sexy and erotic it might me but, oh, wow, this is incredible, my own son, I never would have thought it possible to feel this turned-on."

"Well, I can tell you that you two look beautiful. Would you like some pictures? I have my camera right here," Dad asked.

I was sure Mom would not allow any such thing so was surprised by her once again when she said, "Oh, yes, what a great idea. I've got a little secret place in my wallet that I'll keep one so I'll always have it with me to remind me of our first time together," and Dad started taking pictures of us as we made love.

He had her lean over to pump me up and down while he got down behind us to photograph her pussy rising and falling on my wet, glazed cock.

"Oh, you should see these, hon, Phil's cock being gobbled up by his mother's pussy. Oh, you two are so hot," Dad told us.

"Well, it's a little different from being just a mom. But, I'm liking it a lot. How about you, Phil, you look pretty happy?"

"I still can't quite believe this is happening but, well, it is and, oh, Dad, you sure picked a hot woman to hook up with. Thanks for sharing her, she's one sexy woman."

My mom leaned over and kissed me deeply but never slowed down her pussy sliding up and down on me so wonderfully. I'd never had sexual desires about my mother but I sure did now. When I saw her naked, on top of my dad, well, that changed everything.

"Yes, your mother is a sexy woman, always has been but for the last few years, she's just been a tiger in bed. I know I've just not been able to fully satisfy her even with taking Viagra, she's just wanting sex all the time. So, I'm glad you're here to help. And, I'm sure she is even more."

"Oh, am I. This is wonderful," she panted rising and falling over me, sliding up and down on my hard cock, "oh, I could do this for hours, mmm, you really fill me up, Phil." Then, my mother laughed, "Funny I named you 'Phil,' and now I tell you how you fill me up. Oh, how things change."

"And, for the better, Mom," I told her as I felt nearer and nearer cumming. "Mmm, I'm really close, you are so good, so tight."

"I probably feel tight because you're pretty big. I sure like how you feel."

"Mmm, oh, OH, UUH, UUH, OH, MOM, UUH, mmm, mmm," I groaned as I emptied into my mother who bent over and tongued my mouth.

"Beautiful, yes, you two are beautiful together. This is sure making me horny, I feel like I'm sixteen again," Dad said as Mom pushed down on me and began twisting her hips back and forth.

"Mmm, oh, yes, oooh, you're nice and long, mmm, oh, UUH, AYYE, AYYE, um, mmm," she moaned and fell over me, covering my face with kisses.

"Oh, that was wonderful, so unexpected, so wonderful, mmm, I love my son more than ever now. Oh, yes, wonderful."

"It's sure got me ready, hon, look," and my father stood there with a hard-on that looked pretty impressive. Mom pulled off me and I traded places with Dad as she pushed down on him, swallowing him easily as he slid inside on my slippery cum which was being squeezed out every time she came back down.

Chapter 2

"Come close, Phil, over here," my mother said as I moved to her side. She turned and slid her lips over the head of my cock and began to suck. I tried to move so she would be more comfortable but it was a little awkward as she was on Dad fucking him while she was sucking me. But, it felt good and she seemed happy.

"Phil must have dumped a lot of cum inside you, hon, it's all over the both of us."

"Sorry, Dad, maybe I should have let you go first."

"Oh, no, I was happy you had the chance to enjoy your mother, after all, I've been with her for a long time now and you, well, this, I suppose, is just a beginning."

She raised up off me and said, "Mmm, you're such a dear, Bill. I must say I am hoping that what just happened is just the beginning, I rather am enjoying all this wonderful attention from the two men I love the most."

"Well, Phil, seems like your mom is wanting us both so it looks like an interesting and fun week. Never expected anything like this, I'll say."

"No, me, either, not hardly," I said and my mom added, "Am I sure glad you came early and caught us. Funny how things work out sometimes," and she went back to sucking on the head of my cock.

She was going up and down on him as he groaned and pushed up hard into her as he had his orgasm. She took a few more strokes and then Dad asked me if I could do Mom some more.

She pulled up off Dad and settled on her hands and knees so I got back up behind her and pushed into her as our semen happily drooled down the inside of her thighs.

"Mmm, yes, oh, nice and slow, make me happy, Phil, mmm," she moaned as she lay her head down.

I'd never seen my mother naked before but she really did have a nice body, especially the part I was caressing and fondling, her nice butt.

"Well, hon, this is working out pretty well. You know, I''d been wondering lately if I shouldn't find you a guy to take as a lover, I mean, I know I can't keep you satisfied, even with the pills I got."

"Mmm, yes, it is working out so nicely, I've got me a new lover, a guy I've loved all my life. How good is that?"

"Pretty good, Mom, I can't quite believe this has all happened, I mean, it is pretty bizarre."

"Well, that's life, sometimes, Phil. I think this is pretty nice. You have no idea just how horny your mother's gotten in the last few years. Frankly, I could fuck your cock off."

"Mom, the way you talk. I never knew."

"Oh, Son, you may get to know a little different side of your mother. She's been a pretty hot woman all these years and in the past few, well, she's pretty much insatiable. Hope you can keep the pace," my dad told me.

"Well, I'm sure trying. Is it good, so far?" I asked her.

"Mmm. lovely. My pussy hasn't felt this good in, oh, maybe ever. You are really filling me up and so nice and hard. I'm loving it."

Well, I was loving it, too. I'd never really lusted after my mother, I know some guys have. Even my best friend growing up, Lacey Webb. He used to spy on his mother, in fact we both did. She was really good-looking and I always wondered if she did show us some of herself on purpose. She was kind of flirty and sometimes 'accidentally' got caught scantily dressed by us both. I do remember that he used to have the hots for my mom and, well, look what I'm doing. I wonder if he's ever had his mom.

All I knew at the moment was this was some of the best, hottest sex I'd ever had. I never would have guessed that it would be with my own mom while my dad looked on.

"Mmm, oh, Phil, mmm, just keep going just like that, oh, yes, YES, YES, OMIGOD, UUH, uh, mmm," she cried out as I felt her whole body tremble and shake. "Oh, that was wonderful, just don't stop, it's just so good. Can you cum, honey? I want to make you happy now," she said as she had me hold still while she rocked back and forth on my cock until I had my orgasm.

As soon as I began cumming, she pushed back on me, driving me back down on my heels, grinding herself on me back and forth.

"Mmm, mmm, so good, was it good, Phil?" she panted.

"Oh, really good, I never knew I had such a hot mom."

"Well, you've got lots of opportunities the rest of the week. Dad brought some of his pills, you might want to try some. You'll find I just never get enough sex."

I laughed when she said that but, well, I'm only twenty-one, after all.

Mom and I had sex until we both had our second orgasms together, then we got up to begin putting a meal together, staying naked which was easier to get used to than I'd imagined.

We all ate, it was pretty simple, just sandwiches and a salad and a few beers, then Dad asked Mom if she wanted to play board games like we used to when I was younger.

"Um, well, I've found something so much more enjoyable for the three of us, if that's all right with you two gentlemen."

"I told you, Phil, you're in for a good time," Dad said and we followed Mom down the hall to their room.

She got up on her hands and knees, looking back at us, saying, "Mmm, I haven't been fought over in a long time. Well, I'm not talking about that, after all we all have our little secrets. Who's first?"

"Phil looks pretty hard, hon, let's get him in you next," Dad said.

I got up behind her, put the tip of my cock pressed up in the plump slit between her legs and said, "I'm not putting it in until you agree to tell me the story you just alluded to about being fought over."

"Oh, come on, Phil, I was young, I didn't even know your father then. It was in college."

"Okay, I'm waiting," I told her as I began sliding the tip up and down between her pussy lips.

"That's cruel, Phil, you're teasing your mother quite unmercifully but, well, I was a sophomore, it was about halfway through the year, right after winter break, and I was invited to a party at some guys' place that was off-campus. I went with three of my friends. And, well, let's just say that there were a number of guys and we all decided to, um, be accepting of any who wanted us."

"Okay, I'm waiting," I said as I rubbed my cock on her. "How many guys were there?"

"You really won't fuck me until I tell you?"

"Nope."

"Eleven."

"Well, I knew I wasn't the first but, well, Diane, you certainly gained some experience that weekend," Dad told her.

"Did I ever. There was one guy, Jeremy Crane, he was a philosophy major, of all things, and he was huge."

"Tall, huh?" I teased my mother.

"Yeah, especially when he was on his back, he stuck up pretty tall, all right."

"Mom, you surprise me. Here I was, holding your apron strings so many years and now I find out you were one hot mama," and with that, I pushed into her all the way.

"Ooooh, mmm, that's what I want, mmm," she muttered as she dropped her head to the mattress while I began moving back and forth.

It may seem odd but it was beginning to feel much more normal to be having sex with my mother, not completely, there was still an edge of the forbidden to it but, in a way, that added to the exotic arousal that every stroke was giving me. I'm sure it was the same for her.

"Oh, nice and slow, Phil, yes, just like that," she purred. I kept like that until she had another orgasm, then I concentrated on getting myself off which I did.

We lay there in each other's arms, kissing as lovers as she asked my father, "Bill, if you're feeling up to it, I'm still in the mood."

So, I got out of their way while they enjoyed themselves one last time for the day.

Their room had a queen-sized bed and we all three slept there at the insistence of my mother, she said she wanted both her lovers with her and that began our week at the ski lodge.

Little skiing got done but there was more sex than I'd ever had in a week's time. My mother was a sexual dynamo for sure, she just never said no. And, yes, I did end up trying some of Dad's pills and, well, I can't say they'd keep every guy hard through the third and fourth time but well...Mom sure was happy, especially after Dad did her twice.

It's been three years now and my mom and I are still lovers whenever we're together.

So, you never know what might happen when you catch your parents sneaking in a little sex. You might just get invited to the party.



Catching Mom Ch. 01



It was a typical Tuesday morning in the Hannity household. As she always did Melanie Hannity had made breakfast for her husband, Alan and their son Danny – this year Alan and Melanie's daughter had left for college so the family was just the three of them. Danny was now a senior in high school, a good kid, a four year letterman in wrestling who dated the beautiful daughter of the Hannity's long time neighbor's the Blanchards. Fred Blanchard and Alan, the fathers of the two families, worked together and were best friends, and it had long been assumed that Danny and Heather would one day be married. 

This morning everyone was in a good mood, Danny's classes were winding down and since it was his senior year, school was now more of a social life than an academic obligation. The family sat around the kitchen table, where Melanie and Danny discussed their upcoming days and Alan read the newspaper. 

"Oh, by the way," Alan said absently, " You might want to call the plumber again, the bathtub drain is very slow again."

"I should have married a bald man," Melanie laughed lightly as she ran her hands through Alan's thick head of hair. Alan hated to have his hair touched, as he spent a long time in the morning getting just so. He jerked his head away a little too violently. Danny noticed the action, but said nothing. After breakfast Danny and Alan kissed Melanie goodbye and left for school and work respectively. 

Melanie thought about calling the plumber, but decided that she would try a store bought de-clogger first and went upstairs get ready for the day, she needed to take a shower. She looked at her bathtub with dismay and decided that instead of standing in ankle deep water in her own shower she would use the kid's bathroom. She undressed, threw her bathrobe on, and headed down the hall. 

Once inside the bathroom she took her robe off and climbed, naked, on to the scale. She smiled to herself when she saw she was down to 135, a perfectly respectable weight for a 41-year-old mother of two. Melanie glanced at herself in the mirror and was happy with what she saw, she was still a very beautiful woman – 5'6 with large, but firm breasts, her hair was a rich, dark brown, with still no signs of gray. Her skin was almost olive and her eyes looked black and sparked like gems, her teeth were white and straight – a natural beauty. 

"Hmm, looks like I could use a little trim," Melanie thought to her self as she ran her fingers through the pubic hair surrounding her pussy. When she touched herself there, she gave herself a little charge – it had been too long, she thought to herself, since Alan and she had made love. It bothered her that she and her husband didn't have sex all that often anymore, but she figured it was just part of being married for 20 years. She wondered sometimes what it was like for other couples, but since she had lost her virginity to her husband, and had never cheated on him, she had no idea.

As Melanie was upstairs pondering these thoughts, her son Danny had come back in to the house. Half way to school he had realized he had forgotten a book he was supposed to return, so he turned around and went home. When he came through the door Danny realized and he had to pee, so he bounded upstairs and headed for the bathroom. It didn't register with him that the door was closed, and with out a thought Danny opened it and walked right in on his naked mother. 

Melanie, who was standing next to the sink, trimming her bush, gasped when she saw Danny, in shock she dropped the scissors she was using and they clattered noisily in to the sink. Danny too was stunned, he had always thought of his mother as beautiful, but up until this moment he had never realized how gorgeous she was. Her tits were so much bigger and heavier than his girlfriend Heather's, and her body was toned and dark. But what really caught his attention was her beautiful pussy, lush and dark, it looked spectacular, especially with Melanie standing there exposed with her fingers buried in the dark patch. 

For a long moment neither of them moved, finally Melanie gathered her wits and turned to look for her robe, which she soon realized, was on the door behind Danny. Since there was nothing to cover herself with, she tried to use her hands, but her tits were far to big and the pose she struck ended up looking more erotic than coy. Danny for his part stood stock-still and continued to stare – neither of them said a word. Finally Melanie broke the silence. 

"Danny, get out of here," she cried. Danny stood like a statue for a few moments until Melanie repeated his name, finally he snapped out of his daze and apologizing left the bathroom. As he left Melanie noticed the enormous hard-on that had sprung up in his pants. "How big is he?" Melanie thought to herself, before shaking her head to rid herself of such a lewd thought about her son. 

Outside the bathroom Danny was shaking, he ran to his room, grabbed the book and bolted out the house. His mind was reeling from what he had just seen, and how it made him feel. 

That night at dinner Danny and his mom barely spoke or looked at each other. Melanie felt the tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife, but to her amazement her husband didn't seem to notice. After dinner, Danny said he was tired and was going up to his room to do homework and to turn in early. Melanie was relieved, she thought maybe after a night's sleep things would start getting back to normal.

At breakfast the next morning things did indeed seem to be returning to normal, Danny was his old chipper self – now not only was he talking to Melanie, but when he spoke to her he made direct eye contact. Just as Alan was about to leave for work, Danny pulled his mom aside and said he needed to talk to her. Melanie nodded in agreement and Danny stayed behind as Alan left for work. Once they were alone Danny asked his mom to sit down with him. 

"Are we going to talk about yesterday? I'm very sorry about that," Melanie said.

"There's nothing to be sorry for it was an accident. But, mom, I can't stop thinking about you. I couldn't sleep last night," Danny said. He was obviously trying to say something but Melanie couldn't figure out what. "Mom, I thought about it, and thought about it, and I've come to a decision."

"A decision," Melanie asked confused. What was he deciding about?

"I don't know if you know or not, but I'm no longer a virgin, Heather and I have been doing it for the last few months," Danny said. 

"That's OK, " Melanie replied, still confused about what Danny was saying - was he embarrassed about his obvious erection yesterday? 

"Mom, I'm sorry I always thought Heather was pretty, but after seeing you yesterday I now realize she doesn't hold a candle to you".

"Thank you...I think," said Melanie, more confused than ever now. Danny was obviously trying to screw up his courage to tell her something. 

"Mom, I realized last night, that if I --- if WE don't do something about yesterday, I'd never forgive myself, I mean I couldn't live with myself, I can't get the image of your beautiful muff out of my mind, I got to see it again...Mom, I got to fuck you."

At first Melanie didn't think she heard him properly, but when she asked him to repeat himself he did. Melanie had never heard such crude language from her son – her husband had always been very strict and no one in the family cursed. Blood rushed to Melanie's face and she struggled to say something. When she did, her voice came out as a whisper.

"Oh my god, Danny, what are you saying?" she asked.

Danny stood up and unzipped his pants, with a smooth motion he pulled out his huge prick, which was now erect and showed it to his mother. For a moment mother and son stared at each other in the opposite positions from the day before. Danny's cock was think and erect, and Melanie realized that she had never seen such a big cock in her life. It was so beautiful, she thought to herself. She fought off the urge to reach over and touch it.

"Put that away Danny," Melanie finally said, " I'm your mother, you're not supposed to show me something like that."

With a bit of a struggle Danny put his cock back and zipped up. "How big is that thing," Melanie thought to herself. 

"Sorry, that was uncalled for I guess, but you make me want to do crazy things. Mom you always said that I could get anything I truly set my mind to getting. Well I've never wanted anything as badly as I want you. We've got to do it." Danny said.

"Danny we can't, if your father found out he go crazy," Melanie said.

Danny was thrilled that his mother's objection was that his Dad might find out, she hadn't told him that she wasn't attracted to him, she was simply worried that someone might find out. He quickly realized that he might be able to use this to his advantage. 

"I intend to tell him tonight about my feeling, I'll let the chips fall where they may," Danny replied.

Melanie was shocked, he wouldn't – she knew what would happen if he did, Alan would go ballistic and all hell would break loose, Alan would kick Danny out of the house and the family would never be the same – all because of some adolescent stupidity. She Begged Danny not to tell his father anything. Danny, who wanted to do the honorable thing finally, agreed not to say anything, but he laid down his conditions for silence.

"This weekend when Dad goes away to his Promise keepers meeting, you and I will spend the night in bed together. I can't force you to have sex with me, but you have to go to bed naked with me – if you do I promise it'll be our secret." 

Melanie agreed to think about it, after Danny left that morning Melanie sat down and tried to think things through. She knew that she would do just about anything to keep Danny from saying anything, but she also knew that having sex with her own son was out of the question. She decided to go through with Danny's plan, figuring that she would control the situation, and at some point he would come to his senses and remember what their relationship was. As Melanie sat there thinking, what she wasn't admitting to herself was how flattered Danny's attention had made her feel. After years of not talking about sex in her marriage, just the sound of the someone saying the word fuck to her turned her on, the fact that it was her own son, somehow had made it more forbidden and exciting.

That night, after dinner, while she was washing the dishes and her husband was in the next room watching T.V, Danny snuck up behind Melanie and gently slid his arms around her, grasping her tits. 

"What are you doing?" Melanie asked trying hard not to show any emotion. Danny's hands felt good, with their soft but firm grasp on her big breasts, but she couldn't let him know that. She hoped Danny didn't notice that her nipples had become erect as she felt Danny's big penis pressing hard against her butt. 

"Holding the woman I love," Danny replied, "have you thought anymore about my proposal?"

"I have," Melanie said, "here's the deal. When Dad goes away we can spend one night in bed together. You can hold me as much as you want, but I'll be wearing a night gown, and under no condition will we have sex."

Danny thought about that, and agreed on the condition that he be allowed to pick out what she would wear that night, Melanie quickly agreed as she was getting nervous about her husband walking in and finding them. When they had struck a deal Danny kissed Melanie softly and wetly on the neck and then let her go. Melanie found herself both relived that he had let her go and strangely turned on by the kiss, it had been a long time since she had been kissed so lovingly.

As for Danny he knew he was behaving irrationally, but he couldn't stop himself. After seeing his mother naked that day, he was like an animal acting on pure instinct. Nothing was going to satisfy him, and since he had always been taught by both his parents to go for what he wanted in life, and he had never wanted something so much, nothing was going to stop him. 

The next evening, the one before her husband left for the long weekend, Melanie pulled Danny aside and asked him to let her out of their agreement. He refused, even after she accused him of being willing to destroy their relationship for his selfish desires.

"Mom," said Danny, " don't you think I know the risk I'm taking, but I know if I never have you it will also wreck our relationship. I'll always want you in this way, I'll start to resent you for not giving me a chance to show you how much I love you, and it will put a distance between us. I'm hoping that what ever happens Friday night, we'll be closer than ever for having shared this experience. I'm doing this to save our relationship."

That night, after everyone had gone to bed, Melanie took a hot shower and thought about what Danny had said. She found his words touching, and even some how admired his courage for being able to go after what he wanted. She knew she loved him, knew that she some how found him more attractive than almost anyone she knew – with out knowing it she too shared Danny's animalistic desire. What if she allowed something to happen she thought to herself, would it be that bad? She knew it was wrong, but standing there with the hot water cascading over her body her mind couldn't grasp why it was so wrong. Her hand, almost as if it had a mind of it's own dropped down and started gently massaging her already wet pussy. Melanie leaned back and her back made contact with the cold wet tiles, it sent a charge through her and she felt like she was suddenly running a fever. Melanie couldn't remember the last time she had felt so sexually alive, as her middle finger now slipped inside her sopping vagina Melanie let out an audible gasp. One hand was now moving in a quickening rhythm as her finger began to slowly piston in and out of her torrid cunt. Her other hand started to massage her big breasts.

She tried not to think of her son, but it was no use, and her reeling mind kept returning to images of Danny's big cock, his arms, his back, she began to imagine what it would feel like to be holding on to his body as he filled her. Melanie's legs began to tremble and with so many sensations over coming her she let her body slowly slide down to the shower floor. She was now in a sitting position as she continued to rub herself, the water cascading over her feverish body. With a loud cry she came in a wrenching orgasm, through gritted teeth she muttered, "Danny, I'm cumming", as her body bucked and heaved on the ground. 

"I'm going to hell," Melanie said to herself as the water continued to fall on her spent body. She laid there for awhile thinking what she had just masturbated too, and then she got out of the shower. As she toweled herself off, her mind kept coming back to the same question – " What will tomorrow bring?" 

To be continued...

Comments and suggestions are much appreciated. 



Catching Mom Ch. 01



It all started so suddenly.

I was 20, living at home while going to college. My family is... I would say well off, but the honest truth is we're loaded. My dad works long hours and makes a ton of money as an exec at a large company. We really don't long for a lot of stuff. We all drive nice cars, my schooling is paid for, even though I don't take it too seriously, and we have all the latest toys. I'm studying computer programing, and my sister Allison, one year younger at 19, just started this year studying acting.  We have another sister, Hannah, still a senior in high school.

Allison an I get along as well as siblings one year apart do. We fight sometimes, but we usually drive to school together, and our friends hang out in similar circles. We've both dated each other's friends, both in high school and in collage. We had similar features, but we didn't look alike. I'm a big guy, 6'3", and pretty muscular, having played basketball and football in high school. I put on a few extra pounds in collage, but still had a good physique. I kept my brown hair cut pretty short, and usually dressed pretty casually, jeans and a tee shirt. 

Allison was in cheerleading and acting in high school. She was tall, too, about 5'8", and had long red hair down past her shoulders. She worked out constantly, having kept her high school figure, and showed it off all the time. Short skirts to show her legs and ass, tight tops that hugged her figure and accentuated her perky C cup tits... many of my friends were constantly hitting on her, and a few actually had gone out with her. I tried to avoid hearing any details, but rumor had it she was a great fuck.

Allison and I were coming home from school one day. She was driving her convertible; I was riding in the passenger seat listening to music on my phone. We were getting home early on the day, my last class being cancelled for the day, and we had gotten into a fight over... something stupid, normal sibling crap. I was ignoring her, she was ignoring me, we were just hoping to get home and avoid each other for a while. 

We pulled into the driveway, and she quickly jumped out and stormed into the house through the garage. I rolled my eyes at her dramatics and followed, still listening to my headphones. Looking down at my phone as I walked in, I ran directly into her as she was stopped just inside the doorway, just standing still.

"Allison, what the..." I started, pulling my headphones off as I looked up to see what she was staring at, and suddenly I could see... and hear... what had stopped her in her tracks.

Our garage door entered into our pantry, which led into our kitchen. From where we were standing, we had a great view of the dining room, and could clearly see my mother bent over at the waist, moaning as a large black guy fucked her from behind. Her hands were braced against the kitchen table, pushing her naked torso up and back to push her lover deeper inside her.

I was dumbfounded.  I had never had any thought or inclination that my mom could be cheating on my dad. I stood, staring at the scene, Allison leaning back against me slightly as she stumbled back. I managed to catch the door before it slammed and shut it quietly, not knowing yet what I wanted to do about the scene that was unfolding before me. 

On one hand, I was furious. We were always a close family, we went on vacations, had dinner together when dad was home, went shopping together, holidays... everything. And my father worked hard, long hours, and absolutely doted on my mother, no way did he deserve this. Part of my just wanted to storm in there and demand an explanation, stopping this lewd act in front of me. On the other hand...

Mom was hot.

I always knew she was attractive. Her long, red hair fell almost to her ass, she had huge tits (fake, but who cares), worked out... all my friends called her a MILF, which I good naturedly accepted. I had never seen her like this, though. Her tits shook with every thrust, her body covered in a thin layer of sweat, her hair wild and unkempt. I also noticed she was shaved clean, and the way she moaned and talked dirty got me even more excited.

"Oh, Jesus, Steven, shove that black cock into my cunt... oh, you're so big, you fuck me so good..." she moaned as her arms gave way and she collapsed on the table. Her lover grabbed her hips roughly and continued pounding her from behind, pausing to give her ass a slap now and again. I couldn't help but get turned on at the site.

And apparently I wasn't alone. Allison was still leaning back against me, and I could tell that she liked what she saw. Her eyes were half closed, her lips were parted as she started breathing heavily. I could feel my dick getting harder, and dig into her hip. My arm wrapped around her waist, feeling up under her shirt and caressing her smooth, tight stomach. Her skin was smooth and warm, and her breath caught as I lightly touched her. Her arm fell to her side, and absent mindedly she began touching my groin through my jeans. It was driving me crazy.

I leaned in closer to her, inhaling softly, smelling her hair as I get my lips right next to her ear. "Shhhh.... Just watch, Ally." I said, running my hand up and down her stomach, getting closer to her tits with every stroke. She nodded slightly, running her tongue over her lip, eyes transfixed on the passionate sex in front of her. Her hand was rubbing my harder now, clearly feeling my hard cock through my jeans.

"You ready for this, baby?" I heard from the kitchen, snapping my attention back to my mom. Her lover... Steve, I guess... had stopped the assault on her pussy and stood stroking his large cock. Mom was flat on the table, reaching behind her and spreading her ass cheeks wide. I could already tell what was coming, but my eyes grew wide as I saw him place his swollen head at my mom's tight asshole, then slowly start pushing in.

"Oh god, FUCK.... Steven, fuck my tight ass!!!!" My mother screamed as his member pushed in. She braced herself on the table and pushed back, taking his full length deep into her bowels. They stood still for a second as my mom caught her breath, then she began moving, fucking herself slowly on his dick.

My hand moved up to cup Allison's tits through her bra, feeling her hard nipple through the fabric as she rubbed me harder. I had never thought of my sister sexually before, but at this moment, there was no way for me not to. I slid my other hand down the front of her skirt, slowly running my fingers over her panties until I reached right between her legs, finding her underwear moist. Clearly, she was as excited by the scene as I was. She turned her head to look at me, eyes fluttering as I felt her up over her clothes, whimpering slightly as I put more pressure on her panties, pressing down right on her clit through the fabric. I leaned in, mouth just centimeters from hers, making her be the one who finished the act. I pinched hard on her nipple, and she quickly pressed her lips against mine, her tongue pushing deep into my mouth as we kissed. I kept caressing her breast as I slid my hand down her panties, finally feeling her wet pussy with my fingers, bending over so I could quickly shove my middle finger into her dripping sex.

She moaned into my mouth, biting my bottom lip as I fingered her tight twat, pausing on occasion to rub her clit. Panting, she broke the kiss to stare at me. "We... we should stop." She whispered, barely audible. In response, I shoved a second finger in her cunt, watcher her face clinch as she gasped for air. Taking my hand off her tit, I grabbed the back of her hair and turned her head to watch our mother. 

"Just watch mom, Allison... look at our slut mother take that huge black cock in her ass... I never knew mom was a whore, did you?" I whispered in her ear, pausing to nibble on her earlobe and kiss her neck. Allison was now fully leaning against me as I finger fucked her pussy, rubbing my now fully hard cock through my jeans. "You like seeing that cock in mom? It gets you off to know Mom is a slut, like you, doesn't it?" Allison nodded, pushing against my fingers and biting her bottom lip. I could tell she was close, her breathing coming more rapid as I increased my pace.  Suddenly, her body shuddered, her pussy clinched around my fingers, which were suddenly wetter and stickier.

Gasping for air, Allison stared at my mother still lewdly getting reamed from behind. Steven had a hand full of my mom's hair, yanking her backward as he fucked her ass for everything he was worth, mom just moaning at this point. I smiled as Allison caught her breath, still clearly watching and excited. "Allison, get on your knees" I whispered, pulling her down by her hair.

Allison shook her head. "No, Ryan, that's too far...." She said, looking at me 

I shook my head, smiling slightly as I gripped her hair harder, wrapping it around my fist. "I wasn't asking, slut. You're going to suck my cock while we both watch mom get fucked." I pulled her hair slightly to accentuate my point, turning my body so we could both watch the action. Allison gasped, but clearly was getting turned more on as she sank to her knees and slowly brought my cock out.

Now, I'm not huge, but I know my cock is larger than normal. All of my girlfriends had told me, plus I spent enough time in locker rooms with guys to know. I wasn't the giant that Steven was cornholing my mom with, but seven and a half inches and thick, I got no complaints. Allison's eyes got wide as she saw it in its full glory, inches from her mouth. 

"Ryan, that's too big, I'll never..." I cut her off by pulling her mouth onto my dick. Her eyes got wide as she looked up at me, obviously pissed off, but I just smiled and help a finger to my lips. 

"Shhhh... no more talking, just fucking suck it." I whispered, roughly pushing her farther onto my cock. I wanted to just grab her head and fuck her mouth, but I knew that would be louder, maybe make her cough, and I didn't want that. I pulled my phone out with my hand that wasn't wrapped around Allison's beautiful hair, got the camera feature up, and started filming my mother.

"Steven, fuck me, fuck my white ass, cum in my asshole.... Just keep fucking me!" Mom screamed, grasping her tits as Steven kept yanking her hair back to force her ass to take him deeper and deeper. Steven kept slapping her ass, ramming deep into my mother's pale ass as he grunted, sweat dripping off his ebony skin. He reached under her to rub her clit, forcing another series of screams from her mouth.

Allison's eyes kept shifting from my cock in her mouth, to my face, to our mothers fucking. She had obviously done this before, as her oral skills were well above normal. She took almost my full length into her throat, letting it rest for a minute before pulling off and licking the shaft up and down. She would take a break to jerk my cock while sucking on my balls, then move back up to suck my head back into her mouth and swirl her tongue around it. Spit dripped down onto her chin and the front of her shirt, and tears welled as she tried to take me all into her throat, looking up at me for approval.

"Great job, you fucking whore, keep going... I'm going to cum in your mouth soon." I whispered, fucking her mouth faster. She whimpered but kept the pace going, gripping my ass with her hand and jerking me with the other. I kept glancing at my phone, taping my mother's infidelity, making sure it was in frame. Steven was moving faster, pounding harder into my mother's ass, clearly reaching his end.

Letting out a grunt, he pulled out of my mother's ass, quickly pulled her down to her knees, and shot his thick white cum over her face. As she gasped for air, he shoved his cock into her mouth, shooting his next few streams into her mouth before she gagged on his dick. Pulling out of her mouth, he shot the last of his cum on her tits, covering her pale flesh with his white semen.

Watching this was the end for me, and I let loose my own cum in my sisters mouth. She grunted in surprise at first, but quickly moved to suck just my head, as her throat quickly worked to swallow all my jism. As I slowed down, she sucked harder, draining every drop out of my spent dick. She pulled off, stuck out her tongue to show my seed, and smiled up at me as she swallowed the last drop. Leaning back, she rubbed her hands over her body, pinching her nipples and winking, then turned her head to the kitchen.

Steven hunched over the table, breathing hard, slapping his deflating dick against my mother's face. She smiled, rubbing her lovers cum into her tits and stomach. I stared at her gaping asshole, her firm tits and face covered in thick, creamy cum.  My cock twitched, staring at her naked body.

Mom stood up, stretching. "I can't believe you made me taste my own ass, Steven, I've never done that before. God damn you're a great fuck." She laughed, reaching out to stroke his deflating cock. "Let's go take a shower and get you out of here before my kids get home."

Steven nodded, following her into the other room "Bitch, there are a lot of things you're going to do that you never have before..." I heard them both laughing as I stopped my recording, putting my phone back in my pocket. I smiled down at Allison, pulling my pants back up then helping her off her knees. As she stood, I pulled her in close, kissing her hard, my tongue stabbing deep in her mouth, faintly tasting my own salty taste. Allison pushed back, moaning into my mouth as my hands started roaming over her body again, tweaking her nipples hard.

She pulled back, panting softly. "Ryan, I can't believe we did that... and that mom was doing that... what are we going to do?"

I smiled, caressing her cheek and pushing my thumb into her mouth, which she starting sucking. "Well, first... you're going to be in my room at 9 tonight..."



Catching Mom Ch. 02



Melanie woke up the next morning with thoughts of Danny filling her head. After masturbating in the shower the previous night she had felt extremely guilty and had vowed to not go through with their plan to spend the night together. She thought about trying to coax her husband in to have sex that morning, to take the edge off, but when she looked at him she found him strangely unappealing. 

After breakfast, Danny departed for school ( pinching her ass on the way out when he saw his dad wasn't looking) and her husband left for his long weekend with his bible thumping buddies. Danny had looked great at breakfast, and Melanie had to reiterate to herself that she would put her foot down when he tried to get fresh with her that night.

Not having much to do that Friday, Melanie spent the day at the hairdresser getting her hair done and laughing and joking with the Vietnamese manicurists as they painted her finger and toe nails a deep crimson. While she was sitting there waiting for her nails to dry, her thoughts turned again to that evening. Maybe she would let Danny sleep in the same bed with her, what harm could it do? He was her son, perhaps after a night where he realized that she wouldn't let anything happen between them, he would come to his senses.

When she got home Danny was already there. She innocently asked him if he had plans with Heather that evening, and Danny smiled and said he wasn't particularly interested in doing anything away from home that night. Melanie smiled nervously, and pretended that nothing was out of the ordinary, she went about preparing dinner. 

The dinner conversation was fine up to a point. It was casual and cheerful, but there was a real tension in the air that neither of them commented on. Melanie thought several times about bringing up the events of earlier in the week, but she thought that maybe with no encouragement Danny would let the matter drop and not press her about matter she felt unable to deal with. After the dishes were cleared Melanie realized she would have no such luck. 

"Well Mom, I think it's time for bed," Danny said standing up, his cock was once again clearly tenting out at the front of his pants. 

"But it's only 7:30," Melanie protested, "shouldn't we watch some T.V or something? 

"We don't have to go to sleep, but the tension is too much for me, lets go to bed," Danny said walking out of the kitchen and upstairs. Melanie, sat for a few minutes trying to figure out the best way to diffuse the situation.

"I'll go up there and we'll talk this thing through, one and for all," she said to herself, with that she got up and went upstairs.

Danny was already in her room going through her lingerie draw. He pulled out a little mesh baby doll out fit with a tiny matching pair of panties. Melanie had bought it years ago, but never had the courage to actually wear it in front of her husband. The panties were noting more than an elastic band with small pieces of see through cloth that were supposed to cover her pussy and ass, but really covered nothing. 

"I'm not wearing that," Melanie protested, "they're see through."

"Our deal was you'd wear what I picked out for you," Danny said gently, but firmly, "besides I've already seen you naked."

Melanie gave him a cold little smile, letting him know that she disapproved of his new behavior she snatched the lingerie and went in to the bathroom to change. By the time she had changed and brushed her teeth and taken out her contact lenses Danny had already undressed and gotten in to bed. Before leaving the bathroom she looked at herself in the mirror – with her hair done she looked stunning, but she realized that the revealing outfit left nothing to the imagination. She was practically naked. She opened the door a crack and spoke to Danny.

"I'm not coming out until you turn out the lights".

Danny who's constant erection was now becoming somewhat painful quickly complied by switching off the bed side lamp. He watched as his mother emerged in to the dark room and moved quickly to her side of the bed and moved under the covers. 

Finally they were in bed together. Danny couldn't believe the moment he'd been waiting for all week had arrived. He considered what his first move should be. His mother had turned her back to him and was pretending to be going to sleep, but since it was not even 8 O'clock they both knew it was a silly ruse. Danny slid over and moved in to a spooning position with his mother. He smoothly slid his hand around her and touching her stomach, through the fabric, pulled her closer to him. Melanie gave out a little sigh but said nothing. She was determined to not respond to him until he did something overtly sexual, and then she would put a stop to things.

They lay like that for several moments with Danny's hand slightly increasing the pressure on her stomach, the tension was mounting and Melanie could feel Danny's big erection pressing against her back. She knew another attempt at further touching would be coming and as much as the idea made her nervous, she hated to admit the thought was exciting her at the same time – what would he do next? She didn't have to wait long. Danny's hand let go of her tummy and went underneath her top and moved up to her breasts, cupping one of the large mounds in the palm of his hand. Melanie's nipples were already erect and the shock of the sudden contact sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her. 

"Hey," Melanie started to say turning around to look at Danny, but before she could say anymore Danny kissed her. Although it was hard and a little rushed there was deep passion in the kiss and Melanie immediately noticed the difference from the empty kisses she exchanged with Danny's father. Still she realized things were going to far and abruptly broke off the kiss. 

"Danny, what do you think you're doing?" Melanie gasped. She sat up and switched on the nightstand lamp. 

"I'm kissing the woman I love," Danny said.

"You're not supposed to kiss your mother like that," Melanie said in a whisper, even though there was no one around to hear her.

"I needed to know what it would feel like, and you know what? It felt amazing…And you know it. If you would just loosen up and allow yourself to feel something. 

"I let myself feel something, it's just that – Well this isn't right I'm the adult I have to put a stop to this," Melanie said.

"Just let yourself go, just take a chance for once in your life. There's magic between us and you know it," Danny said, "but, you're too afraid to find out- ".

This time Danny was interrupted by Melanie kissing him, it was open mouthed, soft and wet, there tongues doing battle, this kiss was long and passionate, but again Melanie broke it off. When she spoke she was out of breath and obviously turned on.

"There, see, no magic," she said, "Now you should probably go back to your room."

Danny reached for her and they kissed again, deeply and passionately, this time neither of them broke it off and Danny hands roamed over his mother's luscious body, before she realized what was happening Danny had hooked his fingers in to the band of Melanie's panties and yanked them down. 

"Danny don't," Melanie gasped, "we can kiss a little more, but then you have to go back to your room, we can't go any further than that".

"Alright,' Danny agreed, but he continued to pull her panties down until they were off, and then he flung them across the room. Melanie watched as they sailed on to the floor, landing next to the door. Danny pushed her back on to the mattress and started kissing her again. This time neither of them broke it off as both of their hands explored the others body.

Melanie couldn't believe how strong and big her son was, and how smooth his skin felt to her touch. She felt his tongue exploring her mouth and pushed back at him with equal pressure. Although she still felt that she wouldn't let things get too far, her own pride wanted to prove to her son that she was a better kisser than any other girl he might have been with was.

Danny needed no convincing, he had never in his life been this turned on. He still couldn't believe he was kissing his mother, but as great as it was he knew he had to reach his ultimate goal – he had to fuck her. His cock was already sticking out of his silk boxers, and while they were kissing he pulled her nightie up and off and positioned herself between her legs pushing his hips forward until the head of his cock was brushing against her crisp, yet soft pubic hairs. He kept pushing forward intent on entering his mother's forbidden place. Suddenly Melanie realized what he was doing. She clamped her legs together tightly, trapping Danny, but stopping his progress.

"Danny no," she gasped, "we can't."

"I'm sorry mom, but we've got to, we love each other and we've got to show each other how much."

"Danny, I love you but it's not right," Melanie said, but her thigh muscles were already getting tired holding back her son's relentless pressure.

"Danny we have to stop right now," she insisted trying vainly to push him off of her," I love you but you're my son".

I'm your son who wants you more than anything he's ever wanted in his life," Danny said insistently, once again he began to press in towards her mother.

"Stop it Danny, now, my thighs can't hold your weight – it's too much weight baby," Melanie whimpered, "baby I can't hold you. That was it, suddenly her leg strength gave out and Danny pushed forward, entering her sodden cunt. 

"Oh my God," Melanie cried out as she felt her son's cock slide all the way inside of her. She had never in her life felt a cock remotely the size of this one and his big prick was touching nerve endings that Melanie never knew she had. Danny started humping in to her and almost automatically she started humping back. As they fucked Melanie looked over and saw her panties lying on the floor – she stared at them as her son continued to pound in to her welcoming muff. 

"Stop!" Melanie cried out, pushing Danny off, and out, of her, "we're not protected, you could get me pregnant. Let me find a condom."

Melanie grabbed her big black horned rim glasses that she kept on her night table for the times she had her contacts out. Danny, stunned from the sudden change watched as his mother, now completely naked, began looking through her dresser trying to find a condom. The sight of her wearing her glasses and nothing else turned him on immensely, and the way she was frantically looking, let him know that she was as eager to get back to fucking as he was. 

"Found one," Melanie almost shouted with triumph and quickly returned to her son. With trembling fingers she tried to open the wrapper, but found it difficult, particularly because Danny was already sucking on her breasts. She finally opened it and pulled out the slimy condom, but Danny had pushed her back on the mattress again and was entering her once more with his unprotected cock. She clutched the condom in her hand as he kissed her hard and began to pump into her again. 

"Oh that feels so good," she said as Danny broke off the kiss to suck on her exposed neck. Melanie's legs automatically wrapped themselves around his back. Her hand that was holding the condom let it go and it slid off falling uselessly on to the mattress next to them. 

"Huh….Oh ….baby," Melanie whispered in Danny's ear, "you have to pull out of me before you cum or we could have a babeEEEEEE!!!" her last word was screamed out as Danny began to pump in to her harder and faster.

The room was now filled with their mingled loud screams of pleasure and the sounds of flesh rapidly slapping as the two of them moved in to fifth gear. Their hips were now slamming in to each other, and Melanie's ass was bouncing off the bed like a ball as her son continued to pound deep and hard in to her. The only thing that from time to time interrupted Melanie's screams and Danny's shouts was when the two of them found each others mouths and then they moaned hard and long in to each other. 

"I love you so much, Mom," Danny called out as he continued to give it to her hard and fast, his cock buried deeply and snugly inside her roasting cunt. 

"I love you too darling," Melanie cried out as her son speared her over and over, and she felt the thick helmet of his cock pushing in towards her fertile cervix. She couldn't remember ever feeling so alive. She knew in her heart that this was a sensation she could quickly become addicted to. Danny felt the pressure building in his balls and realized that he couldn't hold on any longer, he was going to cum. Danny knew that he needed to cum deep inside the woman he loved and that nothing was going to make him pull out. Underneath him, Melanie in a delirium of her own, felt herself rapidly approaching her orgasm, her legs and arms wrapped more tightly around her son's back, her muscular thighs pressing in to her sons hips. Danny's hands were now on her ass lifting her off the bed as they grunted and groaned in mutual ecstasy.

"Mom, I'm going to cum," cried Danny as his finger snaked it's way in to Melanie's asshole," I'm sorry but I can't pull out!!!!"

"Yes Baby, fill you're mommy up!!!" Melanie Screamed. Danny pulled up and looking his mother straight in the eyes began to unleash the torrential contents of his swollen balls in to his mother's waiting womb. 

Melanie, her eyes locked on her son's eyes, opened her mouth in a silent scream as she felt Danny's semen rushing in to her grasping pussy, her hands gripped his ass strongly pulling herself as tightly up against his body as possible. She felt his balls slapping against her ass, as he shot pulse after pulse in to her, flooding her sopping wet pussy with what seemed like gallons of his cream. She was in heaven, never wanting the moment to end.

With Danny's cum splashing hard against the back wall of her pussy, Melanie gritted her teeth and came in an orgasm that was so powerful it caused her to almost lose consciousness for a moment. She was bucking so hard off the mattress that she would have thrown her son off had they not been locked in such a vice like grip. They stayed like that riding the wave of what seemed like an endless climax. The room was once again filled with shouts of pleasure and love.

As their mutual orgasm began to fade they returned to deep soul kissing. Danny stayed inside of her as they continued to kiss. Finally Danny slipped out of his mother and lay with her head pressed against her bosom. 

They stayed that way for a long time, holding each other, with Danny gently suckling her breast from time to time. 

"I need to get some water," Melanie said finally, getting up and putting her top back on, she left her panties on the floor and went downstairs. 

Danny continued to lie in bed, 'his mother's bed' he thought to himself and ran over in his mind what had just happened. He was happier than he could ever remember. After sex with his girlfriend Heather he would feel like he wanted to get away as fast as possible, but now all he wanted with Melanie was to be with her again. He got up, and still naked went downstairs.

When Danny got down stairs he saw his mother standing in the darkness of the kitchen drinking a glass of water, illuminated by only the pale moonlight shining through the window. Melanie's see through negligee allowed him to see her body clearly and that image caused him to become rock hard again. The idea that his mother was letting him see her practically naked with no shame and no attempt to cover herself thrilled him. He came up behind her and hugged her from behind.

"Let me have some of that water," he said. Melanie felt Danny's hard cock pressing in to her ass, this time she made no attempt to move away, but rather pressed back in to him. She handed the class to him and he took a big gulp, and then placing it down, slowly turned her around until she was facing him and kissed her on the mouth. Their tongues still cool and wet from the water they just drank softly caressed each other. 

"God you taste good," Danny said as he broke their kiss. 

"Thank you, you do too." Melanie demurely replied. She was a little surprised when Danny began to firmly put pressure on her shoulders and for a moment she had no idea what he was doing, until it dawned on her that he wanted her to get down on her knees. She followed his command. Was he planning on fucking her right on the cold kitchen tiles? But Danny had stopped once he had her on her knees and Melanie soon saw that his huge erection was staring her right in her face. Melanie understood, he wanted her to suck it.

"No baby," Melanie almost whined, "I can't do that."

"Yes, you can," Danny said in a quietly demanding tone. It occurred to Melanie what a commanding figure her son was growing in to – a man who knew what he wanted and went for it. He would make some woman very happy one day, she realized kneeling down in front of him that for the time being that woman was her. For the moment Melanie hated the idea of saying no to him. She stuck her tongue out and touched the fat head of Danny's cock. She was surprised that she really liked the taste. She opened her mouth and with one swift motion engulfed several inches of her son's rigid cock meat.

For Danny as much as fucking his mother had been, having her blow him was a revelation. Heather had done it a few times, but it was all teeth and too much suction and after she was finished she'd make a big show of spitting out his semen and basically making him feel like the whole thing was an ordeal. With his mother her mouth was warm and soft and wet, filling him with incredible spine tingling sensations. It was obvious by the way she was now bobbing up and down, stopping from time to time and licking and sucking his nut sack and generally making love to his cock and balls, that she was enjoying what she was doing. As he gently held the back of her head and watched her working his cock, she looked up and their eyes met again. He could see she was almost smiling at him. His feeling of love for this woman filled him all over again.

He had to stop her, knowing that he was about to come and wanting to prolong the ecstasy, he pulled his prick reluctantly from her mouth. Melanie gazed up with a look of disappointment and surprise. Had she done something wrong? But before she could speculate further Danny was pulling off her see through top once again rendering her naked. He pushed her backward on to the cool tiles and climbed on top of her. Understanding what he had in mind Melanie once again welcomed his big prick in to her mouth and began to suck furiously on it. Suddenly a charge went through her as she realized that for the first time in her life she was having her pussy eaten.

Danny was in heaven, he had finally sunk his face in to the muff he had been dreaming of for the last few days since he had seen her standing in the bathroom that fateful morning. His mother's bush was soft and spongy and oh so wet, as he licked up and down the juicy slit making his way down to her clitoris, Danny slipped a finger in to her pussy. Melanie was moaning loudly, in between slurps on his prick. The kitchen, and the house for that matter, was filled with the sound of their mutual moans. The Hannity family house was filled with the sounds of incestuous love between son and mother.

"I'm eating my mother's cunt", Danny thought to himself as he continued to lick and suck on Melanie. The lush hair surrounding her pretty pussy was now wet and matted as Danny voraciously worked his tongue and his fingers in and around the pink flesh of her inner pussy lips. When Danny slipped a second and third finger in to her soaking cunt, Melanie was overcome with sensations and began bouncing her hips and ass off the floor. At the same time she became almost frantic to get more of his long cock down her throat, and soon she could feel his bloated balls pressed up against the bridge of her pert little nose. His cock was all the way in, and with both of them bucking their hips strongly into each other the two of them, were for all intents and purposes, fucking each other's faces. 




Catching Mom Ch. 02



The rest of the day passed excruciatingly slowly. Allison went to her room to do homework and, I think, to replay the events that had just happened. I tried to follow her lead on the homework front, but kept finding myself pulling out my phone and replaying the video. I loaded it onto my computer to watch from a larger screen, staring at my mother beg to be taken harder, meaning and screaming like a whore as her eyes rolled back in her head in obvious pleasure. I couldn't help but get hard, rubbing my erection as I replayed scene over and over. I finally came again, spraying my cum over my hand as I watched my mother go from her ass to her mouth. Panting, I cleaned myself off, closed the file, and tried once again to get some schoolwork done.

The day went on, and Allison and I did our best not only to avoid our mother, but each other. She feigned a headache and skipped dinner, while I sat at the table that had earlier been the scene of the intense fuck, staring at the spot she had been bent over while ignoring her and my other sister Hannah talk about plans for her upcoming birthday party. I found myself staring at my mom, both in anger of her cheating on my dad, a good man who deserved better, and my own selfish, growing lust. It had been in front of me this whole time, how hot my mom was, but I never saw it until now.

Her tits were huge, having been implanted just over a year ago. I remember her begging my dad for them, and the thought of her making herself hotter for a string of boyfriends just made me angrier. They were easily DD, and sat high on her chest, bouncing with every movement. Her long hair was pulled back into a ponytail, bright red and hanging to almost her waist. Her pale skin was covered by a smattering of freckles, and she had dimples whenever she smiled or laughed. She certainly kept in shape, spending time at the gym every day. Was that where she had met her lover? How many had there been before?

I excused myself, having barely eaten anything, and returned to my room, quickly bringing the video back up. I kept staring at it, pausing to focus on the lust in my mom's face, slowing down to watch the way her breasts bounced with every thrust, blowing up the image of the mammoth cock pushing its way into her tight ass. She looked amazing, and was clearly made to be fucked. I realized I was moving past anger, and thinking about how easily this video could be put to use for my own purposes. The only question was, was this really something I was willing to do?

Shortly after nine, there was a quiet knock on the door, and Allison let herself in. She clearly had just gotten out of the shower, as her hair was wet. She was wearing her long sleep shirt that came down to her knees, and closed the door and leaned against it. She was clearly nervous, looking down at the floor and refusing to meet my gaze. 

"Look, Ryan... I..." she paused, unsure of what to say. She bit her lower lip and was trembling slightly. I knew I would have to take the lead here, so I stood up from my desk and closed the distance, standing right in front of her. I leaned closer, so I was only inches away, and reached behind her to lock the door. She jumped slightly at the click of the lock, and I could see her bottom lip trembling. She was nervous, having doubts... but she was here, she clearly wanted something. It was my job to make her realize what she wanted was me.

I leaned close to her neck, inhaling, smelling her clean, fresh scent. She smelled like soap and citrus, and her skin was pale and soft. I exhaled slightly, blowing across her neck, and she shuddered, breathing in sharply. I leaned back, smiling, as I placed my hand under her chin and lifted her face up, forcing her to look at me. I looked straight into her deep green eyes, and my thumb brushed lightly over her lips. They parted slightly, and Allison held her breath. I smiled at her, and spoke softly.

"Ally, you're absolutely beautiful. I know you're confused by what happened today, so am I. But I think we should talk about it and figure a few things out, ok?" I stepped back slightly, creating space between us, and she started breathing again. I reached down and grabbed her hand, pulling her into the room. I sat in the chair, leaving her nowhere else to sit except the bed, which she did almost reluctantly. I leaned back, and saw her look to my computer screen, which was paused on an image of Mom being yanked backward by her hair as a huge black cock was forced into her asshole. Her eyes widened and her breath started coming more rapidly.

I smiled and hit play, and the movie started again. Allison just stared, clearly getting more and more excited. I saw her nipples hardening under the thin cloth of her shirt, her hand unconsciously moving down between her legs, lightly touching herself to the vivid scene unfolding in front of her again. I smiled, saying nothing, knowing this would only help her get more excited.

I slowly stood up, making sure I didn't distract her attention, and slowly moved to sit behind her on the bed. She almost immediately leaned back against me again, and I could feel my hardening cock press against her back. I saw her hand starting to move slightly faster between her legs. I leaned in, kissing her lightly on the neck and the shoulder blades. She gave a soft whimper as I reached around her, placing my hand over hers as she worked it between her legs. She finally moved her gaze from the screen to look at me, biting her lower lip and nodding at me almost imperceptibly. 

I reached down, grabbing the base of her shirt and slowly pulled it up. Allison raised her arms over her head, allowing me to strip her quickly. I threw it to the side, staring down at her now nude body, taking it in for the first time and noticing how flawless it was. 

Her pale, creamy skin was perfect, flawless, lightly smattered with freckles. Her firm, young C cup breasts sat high on her chest, perfectly sized, pointing slightly upward, tipped with beautiful pink nipples. Her rapid breathing caused her breasts to heave up and down, enhancing their perfection. Gazing down at her slightly parted legs, you could see her completely shaven pussy, already glistening with excitement. Her long, smooth legs sat akimbo, giving a great view of shapely calves, this ankles, and flawless feet. 

I leaned forward and lightly kissed the side of her neck, watching goose bumps rise on her shoulders and arms as she shuddered slightly. She tried to put her hand back between her legs, desperate to resume touching herself, but I grabbed her wrist and gently but firmly moved it behind her back. She whimpered slightly, and I repeated it with the other wrist, holding both arms behind her back, keeping a firm grip on both her wrists with my left hand. She whimpered slightly and tried to pull away, but I held her tight, making her lean back against me.

"Shh... Just watch, Ally... just watch Mom take that huge cock. You know she's done this before, right? It's obvious she's a slut who has been fucking around for years. Listen to her moan and scream." I spoke in a low, deep voice, almost growling in her ear as my right hand began slowly and softly running over her skin. Her neck, her stomach, the sides of her breasts. I was teasing her; I wanted her to get so excited, so horny, so ready that she would be begging me. I needed to make her want this; it needed to be her idea to go to the next step. I knew I was manipulating my own sister for my sexual desires, and that's what made it so good.

Allison squirmed, moaned softly as our Mother screamed in pleasure and pain on the screen. I let me touch graze her nipples, focusing on her perfect tits. I cupped one from behind, feeling the soft yet firm resistance, the perfect weight, the hard nub of her pink nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I squeezed, pinching the nipple gently at first, then with more force, eliciting a gasp, then a whimper, then a moan. She responded to the force, holding her breath and sticking her chest out farther, pressing against my hand. "Ryan... please..." she whispered.

"Please what? What do you want, baby?" I whispered in her ear, and then sucked on her earlobe.

"I need... Ryan, I can't keep watching this without... please, let go of my hands." She pleaded, still focused on the video unfolding before her.

"Tell me what you need, Ally. Say it."

"Ryan... I'm so excited, I need to touch..." she whimpered, and tried to pull away again, but I held her firm.

"Say it, Allison. Tell me what you want."

She whispered almost inaudibly "I need to cum, I need... I'm so horny, please..."

Smiling, I slid my right hand down to her wet slit. I lightly ran my finger all around it, teasing, grinning as she tried to shift her body, trying to get my hand on her moist pussy. I finally touched the outer lips, running my middle finger slowly up and down the length, never pushing it in. I finally let my finger graze over her hard clit, and she almost immediately shook against me, biting her lower lip as her eyes fluttered. I pressed harder, flicking it firmly, tracing firm, slow circles around it. She moaned louder, turning her head away from the video to finally look at me.

"Ryan, I'll suck your cock, I'll do whatever you want, please, please let me cum." She starred into my eyes, breathing heavily, tongue flicking over her lips as I continued to tease her clit. I smiled slightly and pushed my middle finger deep into her once, as far as it would go, and she shuddered, trying to push me in farther, and whimpered as I pulled my finger all the way out. She looked at me, pleading, and I placed that finger to her lips. I was testing her boundaries, and she surprised me pleasantly.

She greedily opened her mouth and hungrily took my finger into her mouth, licking all around it before sucking it deep, hard, firm into her mouth. Her deep green eyes never left mine, keeping my vision locked as she sucked my finger up and down. I pulled it out of her mouth and automatically placed it back at her dripping pussy, shoving it in hard. She kept my gaze, moaning as my finger violated her hard, and fast. Her hands, held tight behind her back, found their way to my hard cock pressed against her back and began rubbing me over my shorts.

"Are you going to keep teasing me all night, or are you going to fuck me?" She panted heavily, grinding on my fingers as I added another finger to her sopping pussy. Her eyes widened, her body shuddered and shook, and she leaned in quickly to kiss me, tongue pushing into my throat as she screamed into my mouth, her body overcome with orgasm.

I kissed back hard, fingers still pumping in and out hard, finger fucking her through her orgasm until the shuddering stopped and she almost collapsed against me. I broke the kiss, looking at her as she rested, closed her eyes, slumping back. I quickly stood up, letting her fall back on the bed, and moved to stand between her legs. Before she could react, I knelt between her legs, throwing her legs over my shoulders, and leaned in to lick her wet slit, finally tasting her.

"Oh shit!" Allison almost yelled as my tongue pushed deep and quick into her wet cunt, lapping at her, tasting her sweet, tangy juices on my lips, drinking her in. She reached down and grabbed my hair, hard, grinding herself against my mouth. My left hand reached up, grabbing her breast hard, pinching her nipple and eliciting another cry. My right hand parted her lower lips, exposing her clit, and I quickly moved up to take her hardened nub between my lips and sucked hard. I looked up to see her grab my pillow and hold it over her mouth, and heard her muffle her scream. Her hips thrashed off the bed, and I felt another rush of her juices on my mouth as she came again. It didn't matter to me, I kept going.

I changed it up a little, mouth moving down across her slit and to her puckered asshole. My tongue licked all around her pink hole before it pushed into her butt as I once again pushed two fingers into her cunt. I relentlessly fucked her warm pussy with my fingers while I tongue fucked her tight ass. The pillow flew off her face as she lifted her head, looking down at me. "Oh jesus, Ryan, yes... lick my asshole, finger that cunt..." 

On the video, at the same time, my mother was screaming "fuck my white ass, cum in my asshole..." and I saw Allison's eyes fall back on the video, watching her mother get fucked in the ass as her brother ate her own. She grabbed my hair again, and pressed against it, forcing my tongue deep into her ass. I flicked my tongue in and out and slammed my fingers into her, my left hand finding its way from her breast to her clit. 

The assault on her ass, pussy and clit proved too much, and Allison tensed up for the third time in less than twenty minutes. She opened her mouth wide, as if to yell, but no sound came out as she held her breath. Suddenly, she began shaking hard, fast, hips pumping up and down against my hand as juices flooded out of her. I focused on her clit, rubbing it harder and faster. She came for what seemed like minutes, before finally relaxing, falling limp on the bed.

I kissed her inner thigh one more time, feeling her shudder, and stood up, gazing down at her. Her face was scrunched up, hair wild all over the bed. Her hands grasped her breasts, still heaving, trying to calm down from the intense feelings. She was covered in a thin layer of sweat, glistening on her whole body. She looked tired, satisfied...

I was still rock hard. I quickly pulled off my shorts and shirt, standing in front of her with my raging hard on. I wanted to just bend over, to shove myself into her dripping pussy and fuck her until I sprayed my cum deep inside of her, but I didn't want to scare her off. I felt if I did too much, too fast, it would make her not want to continue, and more than anything, I wanted this to keep going.

As I stood there, her eyes fluttered open, and then grew wide as she realized I was naked and standing between her legs. She sat up quickly, pulling her legs together and looking up at me. "Ryan, that was amazing... I have never come so many times, so fast, so intensely, but I don't think I'm ready to take this to the next level yet." She looked into my eyes, but her gaze fell to my crotch for just a brief second. She reached out her arm, and placed it on my hip. I said nothing, just continued to look at her.

She cleared her throat "I mean, I know I asked you to fuck me" she started, but I interrupted.

"Begged. You begged me to fuck you, Ally."

She nodded slowly "Okay, begged you to fuck me, but I was caught up. What with watching mom, you touching me, remembering blowing you earlier. It was in the heat of the moment. I was so horny, I would do anything to get off." Her hand on my hip starting moving closer to my rigid erection. I kept quiet, reaching out to gently pet her hair, seeing if she would make a move on her own. Her eyes kept gazing at my shaft, her tongue kept running over her lips.

Finally she sighed, looking up at me and smiling slightly. "I guess I can't just leave you like this." Her hand moved to my penis, softly starting to run up and down its length. She kept my gaze, smiling timidly as she began jerking me off, slowly. It felt great, but slow was not what I was in the mood for, and neither has her hand.

"Ally, sweetie... you're going to suck my dick now." I said, softly but firmly, looking into her emerald eyes. She bit her lower lip, hesitant, as she kept the steady motion with her hand. I took a step forward, making my cock almost hit her face as I moved my hand to caress her cheek. "I know you want to. I know you loved it earlier today. I know you went to your room and fingered yourself thinking of my dick." She blushed and looked down, but didn't deny any of it. I moved my hand under her chin again, forcing her head up and making her look at me.

"It's okay, Ally, I can't get you out of my head either. It's okay to want to suck me. I wanted to eat your sweet pussy, and I did." I could tell this kind of talk was getting to her, as her hand was moving quicker, her breathing coming more rapid. "I licked your cunt, and tongue fucked your ass, and you loved every second of it. You came harder than ever before, didn't you? And now, you want to suck you brother's hard dick again. Show him how good of a cock sucker you are."

She leaned in slowly and flicked her tongue out over the head of my cock, holding my gaze. Seeing my shudder slightly, she took the entire head in her mouth, rolling her tongue around the head and sucking gently, jerking my shaft a bit harder now. Her hand moved down to gently cup my balls, her fingers stretching my delicate sac as she took more of my length into her moist vacuum. I reached out, placing my left hand on her head and gripping the base of my dick with my right, applying just a bit of pressure to let her know I wanted her to take more of me.

She looked up at me, eyes sparkling as she opened her mouth wide and let me see her tongue dancing along my rock hard shaft. I moaned slightly, nodding at her, and she took a deep breath before leaning in and sucking my entire cock into my throat, her nose pushing up against skin. It felt amazing, but then she stuck out her tongue to lick my balls while she deep throated me. 

I had never felt such an amazing combination of pleasures, and I didn't want it to stop. I wrapped her hair around my left hand and held her face there, enjoying the feeling of her mouth and throat massaging my cock as her tongue took long, firm swipes at my sac. She whimpered, but never tried to pull away, as I moaned loudly. "Oh Ally, that's amazing... you love sucking cock, don't you?" I could feel a faint nod, and looked down. Her eyes were watering, her face was turning a bright red, and she looked up at me, pleading. I held her there a second more, then pulled her hair, bringing her off my dick and allowing her to catch her breath. Spit dripped down her face, onto her chin and dropping to her tits. I slapped her face with my cock a few times, and she obediently opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue.

"Tell me, Ally, is it any cock, or just my cock you love so much?" I slapped my cock against her tongue, and she tried to catch it in her mouth. She was rubbing the spit into her chest, pinching her nipples.

"Yours. This is the hottest thing I've ever done, and I just want to please you and get you off."

I smiled, jerking my cock lightly as I looked at her, enjoying the sight of my hot sister now acting like a little blow job toy. I knew eventually I wanted more, but for now, I just wanted to cum. I yanked her head forward, and she complied automatically. "I'm going to fuck that mouth now, hard. I'm going to treat you like a slut, is that what you want?" I wanted to see how she would react, and the response was more than I could have hoped for.

She looked straight into my eyes, nodding. "I am your slut, Ryan." And leaned in, taking my dick into her mouth and started bobbing on it, hard and fast, opening her throat and moaning. I took her head in both my hands and started picking up the pace, fucking her sweet lips with long, hard strokes. I could hear her moan, and the sound of her trying to take me all the way, as my head pressed against the back of her mouth. Her hands came up, one to my sac, the other around my waist, pulling me forward with every thrust, trying to take me deeper.

I was already on the edge, and after just a few minutes of this assault I felt myself ready to cum. I grunted once, and then felt the first stream flow up the length of my shaft and shoot hard into my sisters waiting throat. I looked down, seeing her eyes widen in surprise, but then she pulled back and started jerking my shaft, keeping just the head in her mouth, swallowing hard. She continued rubbing my shaft, swallowing every drop of cum that expelled into her greedy mouth. I looked behind me, finding my chair, and collapsed into it hard, and Ally just leaned forward, falling off the bed and onto her knees, keeping my cock in her mouth and greedily drinking every drop, franticly jerking, trying to get more out.




Catching Mom Ch. 02



I sat there, catching my breath, leg twitching, as my sister tried to coax just one more drop out of my deflating cock. Finally, she stopped, letting my flaccid member out of her mouth and swallowing the last of what shot out. She kept on her knees, leaning in to rest her head on my leg, looking at me, both of us panting. I reached behind me on my desk, grabbing a bottle of water, and offering it to her. She took a long drink, then handed it back, and I gulped the rest down.

She cleared her throat "Soooo... now what?"

I smiled down at her and caressed her face, lovingly. "What do you mean, now what? Now what, tonight, or now what, you and me, or now what... Mom?"

She shrugged, "All three, I guess."

"Well, I think for tonight, you should put your clothes on and go to your room before mom suspects anything. Between us, I don't want to force you into anything you don't want to do," I said, not sure how true that was, "but I know this is amazing, and I love you, and I want to keep going. I know it's confusing, and we were taught it was wrong, but I don't care. I love you, I want you, and that's that." She smiled slightly, and nodded.

"As for Mom... I think I'm going to ditch school tomorrow, but you have to make it seem like I'm going with you to fool Mom. I'm going to try and see what she does while we're away all day. And then... can you make sure you and Hannah are gone tomorrow night between six and nine or so? Maybe take her to a movie for her birthday?"

Allison nodded, "What are you going to do?"

I shrugged, and smiled to myself, "Not sure yet, but... I think I need to talk to Mom about what she's been doing."



Catching Mom Ch. 02



The two of them went on like this for the next 15 minutes, both content to spend the night locked between the others thighs, but Danny soon felt his orgasm approaching again.

"I can't hold out much longer Mom, I'm going to cum," Danny yelled out in a strangled voice. Melanie's response was to force his cock meat another millimeter down her throat. Danny for his part keeping his fingers buried deep up his mother's quim, withdrew his tongue and with a swift movement sent it right in to the center of his mother's puckered asshole. 

Feeling that attack on her virgin anus, Melanie's eyes grew wide in shock. With her mouth completely stuffed with her son's enormous prick, she squealed loudly and came with such an unexpected rush she thought she would faint. Danny feeling his mother's powerful orgasm, reached the point of no return and started shooting thick ropes of cum down his mother's grasping throat. Reburying his face in her sodden muff Danny roared out with a shattering orgasm. It was as if his whole body was in the throes of a muscle spasm, as he came and came, his cream sliding down in to his mother's waiting belly.

Melanie, at first surprised by the torrent of cum rushing through his prick and into her wanton mouth, found she didn't have to swallow, but just allowed his long, thick hose to pulse it's discharge down her throat. She was over come with a desire to swallow her son whole, and she purposely tried to massage his prick with her throat muscles. She held on tight to his butt cheeks as once again Danny drained his balls in to his mother. 

Finally spent they rolled away from each other both lying on the cool tiles catching their breathes. Danny reached out and grasped his mother's hand, and the two lovers looked into each others eyes holding hands on the moonlit kitchen floor. 

To be continued... 



Catching Mom Ch. 03



Sorry for the long wait... hopefully it was worth it.

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I fell asleep almost immediately that night. Between school, homework, and repeatedly shooting my load down my sister's throat, I was exhausted. Needless to say, my dreams were quite... detailed. My sister, my mother, various girlfriends, fantasies, all running through my head. I went from getting a blow job from an old high school teacher to watching my mother eat my sister's pussy. 

I was woken up around three by a familiar and welcome feeling. I looked down to see Ally bobbing up and down on my stiff cock, whimpering softly. She was wearing only a large nightshirt, on her knees with her uncovered ass high in the air. Her perky breasts swayed under the shirt each time she moved to take me further into her throat. I reached down to feel her smooth ass, rubbing my hand over her soft skin. She whimpered again and looked up at me, taking me out of her mouth and jerking my shaft slowly.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you... I needed more. I didn't mean to wake you, I just..." her whispers trailed off as she looked up to me, slowly moving her small, soft hands up and down my shaft. Seeing me smile, she leaned over to gently lick and suck my sack, rolling my balls around in her mouth while jerking me off. I moved my hand up under her shirt, cupping her breast gently. It was firm and smooth, the hard nipple poking into my palm. I rubbed her gently before taking the nipple between my fingers and squeezing it gently, twisting it slightly. Her whimper got louder, more insistent as her mouth opened and my testicles slid out.

"And when you got me nice and hard, my dear sister, what was your plan? Were you just going to suck my dick, because I know you love it? Or did you have more plans?" I kept the pressure on her sensitive nipples, squeezing, twisting, and pulling as I watched her face contort in waves of pain and pleasure. She closed her eyes as I pulled and twisted it hard, mouth opening wide as I mauled her amazing breast. Her eyelids parted slightly, her breathing got harder and faster as I relaxed my grip.

"I was going to get on top of you and fuck you." She whispered, lip curling up in lust as she leaned back, reaching down to pull her shirt off. She knelt before me, a naked goddess, letting my eyes devour her beauty. Red hair cascading over her pale, freckled skin, c cup breasts sitting high and proud on her chest, nipples pointing slightly up. She reached back to take my cock in her hand once again, continuing the slow stroking pace that had been driving me crazy. She turned in the bed, laying almost perpendicular to me as she stared into my eyes and took my penis back into her warm, wet mouth.

My right hand moved down to brush the hair away from her face, giving me a better view of the dick sucking display my young sister was putting on. My left hand snaked between her legs to rub lightly against her clit. I found her sopping wet, dripping her sweet juices all over my hand as I pressed a finger into her dripping and ready pussy. She moaned around a mouthful of my cock, and I pressed a second finger into her, slowly building up a slow but firm pace as she greedily sucked me. I began pushing my hips forward in pace with my hand, fingering her pussy as I fucked her mouth. Her whimpers turned to moans, her legs spread further apart, and I found her own hand moving down to rub her own clit in pace with my fingers.

"You were going to climb on top of me and fuck me? You little slut, you needed your brothers cock to fill your pussy, didn't you?" I pushed further into her throat, gagging her slightly, but I saw her nod in agreement and noticed her hand moving faster. I couldn't wait anymore.

I pulled out of her mouth and pulled her forward by her hair, keeping her on all fours. I heard her give a gasp of disappointment as I pulled my fingers from her sopping wet pussy, but she licked her lips and followed my moves as I moved behind her, spreading her legs and pushing out her ass. I positioned myself right behind her, rubbing the head of my cock along her slit. I looked down at her, into her eyes, silently making sure this is what she wanted. When I saw her mouth form the words "Fuck me", that's exactly what I did. 

With one smooth motion, I slid my hard cock all the way into her open cunt, hard, bottoming out and hearing the sweet sound of my balls slapping against her. Her eyes got wide, and she moaned, loud. At that moment, I couldn't care about how much noise she made, I was balls deep into my little sister, and she felt amazing. Her channel was hot, velvety smooth, and tight. I slowly pulled back, leaving just my head in her, and then thrust forward again, hard. I saw her tits bounce with my thrusting, heard a guttural growl come from her throat, and could hear her breath coming in sharp breaths. I could feel her pussy clench around my shaft, as she slowly started pulling off me, then felt her slide back. I held still, letting her control the pace for a minute, enjoying the tightness, and the view.

Looking down, I had a perfect vision of her heart shaped ass, and I saw my tool slowly moving in and out of her box. Glancing up, I saw the curve of her back and her red hair whipping wildly as she moved back and forth. Breasts shaking with every move, the pace picked up, her body accepting my cock, wanting more. Her moaning continued, grew hungrier, louder, more animal. I could feel her clinching as she fucked me, making her tight channel even tighter, and I couldn't just passively let it happen... I once again needed to take control.

I reached forward and gathered her hair, wrapping it around my fist before yanking it back, hard. Reaching under her with my other hand, my fingers found the hard nub of her clit and quickly began rubbing it back and forth. I used her hair to control the pace, and my force, yanking her back as I shoved in deep, making her take every inch I had. The room was filled with the sounds of moaning, whimpering, and flesh slapping against flesh. I leaned forward, kissing Ally in the shoulder blade, moisture dripping off my body on to her back. She collapsed forward, arms giving out, splaying her arms to the side as her face got buried in my pillow. I leaned back, grabbing her hips and riding harder, pounding into my sister with as much speed and force as I could muster. 

Ally moaned louder, and I grabbed a pillow, throwing it over her head as she continued to increase the volume. "Fuck me, fuck me, Ryan please fuck me" she muttered, the sound escaping from under the pillow. I grabbed her hair again, lifting her up and sliding the pillow under her face, then dropping her head back down to muffle her screams more. It worked, she kept moaning and screaming, but I could barely hear her. I grabbed her hips again and fucked her with full abandon. 

Looking down at her smooth back and tight, puckered asshole, I stuck my middle finger into my mouth and get it wet, then took it down and pushed it against into my sister's butt. Her head shot up, but I quickly pushed it back down, muffling her with the pillow once again as I pounded her pussy and fingered her ass. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls getting tighter as I picked the pace up even more. I leaned forward, putting my mouth next to my sister's ear. "Where do you want my cum, Ally? Where does my slut sister want her brother's load?"

At first I couldn't understand the response, hidden by the pillow and her general moaning. "Where?" I prodded again, pounding into her wet slit harder. She turned her head slightly and whispered "In my pussy. Please, Ryan, cum into my pussy, I'm about to cum again, I need to feel you in me, filling me up..."

That was all it took. I refused to hold back any more, grabbing her hips and pounding her tight cunt as hard as I could. I felt her tense up below me, heard a loud scream come from the pillow, then felt her go limp under me. I didn't care, I kept up the assault on her pussy, hearing the new sound of moisture mingling with the previous moaning and slapping of flesh. With a final push as deep as I could get, I let go, shooting my hot seed deep in my sisters belly.

I kept thrusting, driving every drop out of my body, breathing hard, panting. I collapsed, falling onto my sisters back, feeling the sweat from my body and hers cooling as we tried to catch our breath. After a minute, I rolled over, my still semi hard cock pulling out of her well used cunt, covered in our combined cum. I caressed her face, running my thumb over her lips as she hungrily took it in and began sucking on it. I smiled, amazed at the wanton whore my sister was. I pushed down on her shoulders, and as she looked up at me, all I said was "Clean it."

Without a second thought, she took me into her mouth, sucking my cum and her juices off my cock. She then began taking long, slow swipes of my balls with her tongue, cleaning that too, before taking my length back into her mouth, feeling me get hard again in a hurry. Before long, she was bobbing on me again, the same way she was when I woke up, hungry, pleading for more. I could see her fingers working deep in her cum filled pussy, once again moaning like a whore with a mouth full of my dick.

I felt her tense up and go limp again, knowing she had cum yet again, and I pulled my dick out of her mouth. She looked up at me, confused, hungry, and tried to move forward to take me back into her mouth. I held her back.

"Ally, we've got to stop... we can't have an all-night fuck fest with Mom and Hannah so close. Besides, we both need to get some sleep." Even as I said it, I realized I could easily go another round at least, as I felt myself cup Ally's breast again, enjoying the weight and smoothness of it. I took a deep breath and stood up, putting distance between us. "You got school, I got... the mom thing to deal with." I said, the image of my mom splayed out on the kitchen table with a cock up her ass flashed through my head, making my cock twitch. I held my hand out to my sister, and helped her up off the bed. I pulled her close, holding her tight, feeling her skin on mine, and smelling her hair, enjoying her warmth. As much as I called her my slut and she acted like my fuck toy, I felt myself growing closer to her, feeling a bond I had never felt. And my guess was she felt it too.

I took her face in my hands and kissed her softly on the lips. I felt her tongue probing into my mouth, and the kiss grew stronger. I pulled away, knowing that if I didn't, we would start all over again. I took a deep breath, bent over to get Ally back her shirt, and handed it to her. "Go get some sleep. I promise you, we'll continue this." She smiled at me, put her shirt back on, and quickly left the room. I opened my window, knowing my room was reeking of sex and that I needed to air out what I could. Thinking about the events of the day, and having cum for the fourth time in less than a day, I once again quickly dropped into a deep sleep filled with all kinds of sex filled dreams.

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My alarm went off at 6, and I immediately regretted my plan.

My daily schedule was up at 6, breakfast, shower, clean up, school at 7:30, home by 3ish. Mom's schedule, as far as I knew, was up at 7, off shopping and to the gym by 9, home around 2:30. Of course, after yesterday, I knew that I had no idea what was going on in my house. So I did all the basics, ate breakfast with Hannah and Ally as if nothing happened, took a long, hot shower to clean myself off, made my bed and got ready to go. We passed mom a few times, and I couldn't help but check out her athletic, fit body. I eyed her giant breasts straining against her robe, her bright red hair cascading down her back... and wondered what was going on with me. This time yesterday I was a normal guy, thinking about school and video games and girls, but now I had been blown by, and fucked, my younger sister and was planning a way to fuck my mom too.

When my mom bent over to pick up the paper, and I got a glimpse of her ass peeking out under her robe, all those thoughts vanished. It was a mixture of lust and anger, I wanted to punish her and make her realize what she was doing was wrong, and apparently the only thing that could teach her this lesson was a good hard fucking. Logic was out the window at this point.

Ally and I got into her car and drove down the street to make it seem like we were going to school. We pulled over in a nearby park, and Ally immediately dove at me, shoving her tongue into my throat and pressing herself against me. I kissed her back hard, feeling her up over her cloths. We made out for a while, seeming up the windows slightly, until I broke it off. I got out and doubled back home, waiting down the street until I saw Hannah go to school, then Mom leave. I went home, got a drink, then started the search.

To be fair, it wasn't a hard search.

I hadn't been in my parents room in ages. There was just no reason to go in there. Going in now felt odd, especially knowing what I knew and what I was searching for. Everything looked normal on the surface. King sized four poster bed with canopy, big TV with dvd/VCR, media collection, desk, computer, phone, bed stands... your everyday bedroom. There was a large bathroom attached, and his and her closets. I made my way to the bed stands, and started with Moms. 

While not being a vision of chastity, I guess this would be a normal bed stand for a woman who's husband was gone often. Some erotic novels, a vibrator, a dildo, lube, condoms... handcuffs? Ball gag? A variety of bondage gear? This was interesting, but not damning. For all I knew, my parents liked it a little rough and kinky, and good for my dad, I guess. The guy was hardly ever home, and his sexpot wife was cheating on him, I guess he deserved to get a little freaky once in a while.

I moved to my moms closet, and it was out there in the open. On one side, normal cloths, blouses, dresses, underwear, shoes. On the other side, lots of fun stuff. Nurses outfit, schoolgirl outfit, teacher outfit, policewoman outfit. Leather. Whips. Chains. Dildos. Vibrators. Leashes and collars. Butt plugs. A wide variety of sexual items for all shapes and sizes, all tastes, all types. I stood, staring at the vast assortment of things in front of me, and I realized that I had no idea who my mother was.

Of all the many things that stood out in this closet, the one that caught my eye was the shelf of home movie tapes. They were all meticulously placed with labels facing outward, labeled with initials and dates. This was pretty much a shelf full of evidence, and here I would find out if my father was a participant, and who else was involved. The date on the first label was about 8 years ago, with the letters AW. I grabbed it and moved to the TV, popping it in and grabbing the remote. I moved to my parents bed, and hit play.

It wasn't my house. In fact, it looked like a cheap hotel room. I saw the camera come into focus, zooming in on the bed, and on my mother sitting on it. This was my mother of 8 years ago, and didn't really resemble what I remembered. She sat on the bed in a black bra and panties, trying to cover her body with a pillow, and her red hair was in more of a bob cut. Clearly, this was before her breasts got done, and her much smaller chest was zoomed in on. The camera then moved to her face, and she was clearly embarrassed to be in this situation. She tried not looking at the camera, bit her lower lip, and kept pushing the hair behind her ear.

"Look at the camera, Beth." The voice behind the camera zoomed out to get the whole bed into frame, I knew the voice, but could not place it. I turned up the volume, trying to get every detail I could. My mom looked at the camera, smiled weakly. "Is this your first time on camera?" the voice asked, and my mother nodded. "And the first time cheating on your husband?" Another nod, this one a little sadder. The voice gave a chuckle "It won't be your last, now that we have our agreement. Now, take off that fucking underwear."

I saw my mother strip, revealing parky little tits with very pale nipples. If you didn't know they should be there, you would miss them, they blended in with her freckles and pale skin. Her panties followed, revealing a barely trimmed red bush. I recalled how she looked yesterday, and the difference was astounding. This mom on the tape barely took care of herself. She was slightly flabby, hair not in order, nails not done, no makeup. She looked defeated and embarrassed. The voice behind the camera also seemed unimpressed. "Ok, you're gonna need to trim that cunt for next time." I heard an unzipping, and saw the man move from behind the counter, pulling off his clothing.

It was my dad's boss, Andre Wright. I recognized the fat prick right away, balding but what hair he did have was pulled back into a sorry pony tail. He was about 6 feet tall and easily 300 pounds, and had been a prick to my dad for years. And the only word that could describe my feelings right now were anger, as he walked over to my naked mother and shoved his little prick into her mouth. She gagged slightly, and he grabbed her hair and began fucking her face.

"Yeah, that's right... every time your husband goes out of town, you're my slut. And believe me, I'll make sure he's gone all the time." Andre was saying as he continued getting his dick sucked. I guess that was part of an explanation, but not a good enough one for me. I couldn't listen to anymore, so I fast forwarded the tape. It was pretty routine: blowjob, missionary, cowgirl. He finished on her face, cum pouring out of his little prick and all over my mother's face, dripping down onto her tits. He got up to go to the bathroom, and I unpaused it in time to hear and see mom break down in tears, curling up into a little ball on the bed and weeping, cum still splattered all over her.

I stopped the tape and stared at the blank screen for a moment. I didn't know the whole story, that's for sure. I had been so sure it was just a matter of my mom being a whore, but it looked like there was more to it. But that doesn't excuse the others. Maybe more was found on the other tapes, I thought, taking one of the newer ones, marked AB from about a 8 months ago.

My eyes widened as soon as the I hit play, and my cock was instantly rock hard. My mom was sitting back in a huge, plush chair, and one of our neighbors, Angela Banks, was on her knees, on a collar and leash, tongue planted in my mother's pussy. Angie had always been someone I had a crush on. She was British, and conservative, but you could tell she was hot under the exterior, with dirty blond hair down to her shoulders and big tits straining against her blouses. She seemed insecure in her body, but had a kind demeanor and a great smile, and that accent drove me insane. Her husband was a stuck up prick, and her son, David, was my age and had actually dated Allison for a little while. I didn't like him.

But I liked his mother, and right now I could see I had always been right about her. She was curvy, a few extra pounds, but her lovely big tits, D cups was my guess, were swaying under her as my mother gave her instructions. "Come now, Angie, if you think you're worthy of being my little plaything, you have to do better than that. And I know you can, because you have before. I guess I know what's making you nervous today." She laughed, grabbing Angie's head and looking at the camera. That's when I first realized someone was working the camera, zooming in on the action and moving to better angles.

"Come here, baby" my mother said, as the camera operator moved forward. Once within range, my mom reached out, unzipped his pants, and pulled out a pretty good sized cock that immediately went into her mouth. The camera watched every motion as she deep throated the shaft with no hesitation, moaning and staring at the camera as she did, all the time pulling an Angela's leash and grinding her silky pussy against the British woman's mouth. Angela's eyes were focused on my mother and her play toy, and it was hard to tell if her expression was one of longing, disgust, or fear. 




Catching Mom Ch. 03



My mom pulled off the cock on camera and stared directly at it. "Honey, I've been fucking you for about a year now, and this is the hardest your cock has ever been. Is that because of your mommy?" I didn't know if my eyes could get any wider, but they did. Apparently it was David behind the camera, and my mom was fucking the mother/son combo at the same time. She yanked on the leash, hard, and Angela gave a yelp as she was pulled up to kiss my mother on the lips. The kiss was hot, passionate, and the fact that Angela's sons cock was inches away and she couldn't stop staring at it made it hotter.

My mother noticed, of course. "Angie, baby, look at that hard, young cock. It's that hard because of you, baby. He's fucked me, but he's never been that hard. How long has it been since you got fucked by a hard cock, Angie?" My mother was speaking low, almost whispering, her arm wrapped around Angie, stroking her large, slightly saggy tits with one hand, and jerking her sons hard cock at her face with the other. Angela's face was mesmerized at the dick, her mouth slightly agape, her left hand slowly moving between her legs. "I know you've thought about this before, Angie. You've told me. You've fantasized about being your little boys fuck toy, haven't you?" Angela swallowed, blushing, but nodded, and I was sure I saw her sons cock twitch.

My mother reached up and grabbed the camera, turning it for the first time and catching David on camera, standing above both my mother and his, cock pointing right at them. He was smiling, cocky, enjoying the slow hand job my mother was giving. "David, have you ever thought of fucking your mother?" she asked, and he nodded almost immediately. "Of course you have, baby, she's beautiful and you're young... it's a natural thought process." My mother pulled him closer to his mother's face, and ran his cock over Angela's lips. Angela closed her eyes as my mother slapped the rock hard cock against her cheek and lips. Angela whimpered slightly, but the next pass over her lips she stuck her tongue out slightly, running it along the length of the shaft. David shuddered, and my mother leaned over to whisper in Angela's ear. "Open your fucking mouth, slut, or you'll be taking this in another hole earlier then you thought." Her mouth popped open slightly, and before she could object, my mother had pushed David's cock into her mouth.

Angela kept her eyes shut, but began to slowly, slightly, bob up and down on her sons cock. My mother giggled and moved her hand down between Angela's legs, and you could see on Angela's face when the fingers entered her. She was still barely moving her head, but she was breathing heavily, big breasts swaying, and moved in rhythm with my mom's arms. David stood still, watching the whole event, reached out and took the camera back, getting his mother in focus, then reached out with his other hand to grab her head and slowly pull her mouth farther onto his dick. You could hear him moan, then whisper "Jesus mom..." as he slowly began moving his hips, fucking his mother's mouth.

My cock was rock hard and in my hand, slowly jerking while staring at the video. How had my mother gone from helpless woman forced to fuck her husband's boss to this sexually dominant creature, giggling as she talked one of her friends into incest. I would love to say I was disgusted, but I was too busy being aroused and confused. Mostly aroused. 

Angela's submissiveness was driving me crazy. To see this woman I had always had a crush on being directed and forced and led was beyond words. My mouth watered as my mother had her lay on the couch on her back and straddled her face, once again forcing Angela into being her plaything. David once again moved to my mother's face, and was immediately rewarded by my mom sucking on his balls and jerking his shaft. "Is your mommy a good cocksucker, David?" she asked, licking him from balls to tip as he moaned and nodded. "Better than my little girl?" he nodded again, and was rewarded by her licking circles around his cockhead. "Better than me?" she asked, and immediately he responded no. Smiling, she moved to deep throat his cock again, letting his head rest in her throat for a minute as spit drooled out of her mouth onto her large, fake breasts. Pulling off his dick, she breathed heavily and pushed her jugs together around his shaft, letting him thrust between them, tit fucking her. She was really playing to the camera, smiling, talking dirty, leaning back to finger Angela's exposed, trimmed pussy. From this angle, you could see her neatly trimmed twat, a bit darker then the hair on her head, into a small strip above her pussy.

My mother began grinding harder on Angela's face, and I could see she was close to getting off. David also was picking up the pace, thrusting like crazy between my mother's firm breasts, building a good pace. Mom reached down and grabbed Angela's hair, hard, and held her in place as she ground down on her tongue. What little you could see of Angela's face was red and getting redder as the British woman was struggling, trying to lift my mother or wiggle free. My mother held her in place, not giving in, until she had a powerful, shuddering orgasm, then moved to let Angela wiggle free, collapsing to the floor, coughing, trying to catch her breath. 

David picked that moment to let out a primordial bellow and shoot his cum all over my mother's chest, then moved up to her face. He came in thick, stringy strands, shooting high on her forehead, into her hair, and across her nose and lips. She quickly took his head into her mouth, sucking hard on the tip, draining every drop. She smiled, opening her mouth wide to show the camera a nice pool of cum. Yanking on the leash, she snapped Angela's head up, dragging the nearly passed out woman over and placing her head in my mother's lap. Leaning over, she let the cum slowly drip out of her mouth into Angela's. After it had all been swapped, my mother closed Angela's mouth. "Swallow, baby... you earned a treat." She petted Angela's hair and forehead as she caught her breath, whispering to her and kissing hear gently. "David, go get the other bottle of wine from the fridge, and turn off the camera for now. We'll continue later." She flashed a sexy grin, face still covered with cum, and I paused the video on the image.

There she was... sexy, nude, red hair wild, breasts flushed and covered with cum, her friend and "pet" laying in her lap, and her young sex plaything filming it all. There was more to this then I knew, there had to be a story, an explanation. Too bad I didn't have time to figure it all out.

"Ryan?" the voice sounded worried, frightened, nervous. I turned to the doorway and saw my mother standing at the door, a terrified look on her face as her eyes go from my face to the tv. Realization finally dawned on her. "Oh fuck... Ryan, how much did you see? I can explain."

I stood up, erect cock obvious pressing against my shorts. "Come in, Mom. We should talk."



Catching Mom Masturbating



My mom was widowed over 3 years ago when a drunk driver crashed into dads car, both dad and the driver of the other car were killed instantly. For that first year after dad had died mom had became withdrawn from everything and everyone and just didn't want to know. It wasn't until I almost died 6 months later in the autumn of pneumonia that she snapped out of it and became more like her old self again. 

Mom never left my bedside during my stay in hospital, I think she was afraid if she did that I would leave her to just like dad had done. When I was released from hospital mom insisted she would be my nurse night and day until I fully recovered from my illness. She took real good care of me, she did everything but wash me although if I had let her mom would probably have done that for me to. 

My being ill had brought us closer to each other so much so that she was now more like a best friend than my mom. She always made sure I ate a wholesome breakfast and drank lots of juice, ate a hearty dinner and made sure that I wore a raincoat when the weather was wet. She would never let me eat any junk food, but hey what she didn't know didn't hurt right? 

A little about mom, her name is Lucy, she is 38 yrs old, has shoulder length red hair, emerald green eyes and stands at 6 foot tall. She has the best legs I have ever set my eyes on and her 38d boobs always caught my attention and were the cause of many of my masturbation sessions. Now mom worked out 3 times a week and jogged every morning before breakfast. The way her boobs would sway to and fro when she was out jogging mesmerized me. So much so that a few times I was almost caught drooling over them while watching her exercising in our customised gym in the basement. 

Now a year later I am 19 yrs old, 5' 10" in height and weigh in at 180lbs and doing good in College. I keep myself in good shape being in the College football team and working out in the gym. Finally the summer holidays were here and I was home from College until it started back up in early September. I had been home a few weeks now and found out that mom had been dating a few guys but she always ended up on her own as none of them could measure up to my dad in her eyes. 

It was early on a Tuesday afternoon when I got home from the mall. I had been there for most of the morning trying to find something for moms birthday but I had no luck in finding the right present for her. I came home for some lunch before I was going to head back out to try further a field for the perfect present for mom. As I entered through the back door I could here music coming from downstairs so I knew mom must be down in the gym. I opened the fridge and took 2 bottles of coke, one for me to quench my thirst and one for mom. 

As I began to walk down the stairs to the basement I had a wicked thought, I was going to sneak up on her and give her a fright as we were always playing practical jokes on each other. The music was still playing as I got to the door of the gym and I quietly opened it without her knowing I was there. As I walked in I was rooted to the spot by the vision before me. 

I stood there with my chin hitting the floor and my cock trying to tear a hole in my shorts. I could only look on as mom lay there naked on the floor with her legs as wide apart as she could get them. Her hands were pumping what must have been at least 9 inch rubber cock in and out of her dripping cunt. Her pussy was completely shaved and her big tits were bouncing all over her chest to the rhythm of the dildo sliding in and out of her pussy. 

With the walls being covered in mirrors I had a great view of her hot pussy. Her head was twisting from side to side and her ass was lifting off the floor as she arched her back and her whole body was going stiff. Her orgasm ripping through her beautiful body and here I was standing there watching her with my cock straining to get free of my shorts. 

My tongue was hanging to the floor and my eyes were popping out of my head, I couldn't believe what I was looking at in front of me. Here was my mother laying there on the floor like a wanton woman fucking herself silly with a rubber toy and her hair was all over her face. As I watching mom my hand was rubbing my cock through my shorts unconsciously. 

As the song on the CD came to and end the bottles of coke I had brought with me slipped from my fingers and hit the floor. Mom heard the noise quickly turned over onto her belly to hide herself and shot a look at the door and looked me straight in the eye, I was busted big time! Finally my feet managed to move and I was able to turn on my heels and bolt from the room up the stairs along the hall and into my bedroom.

What the hell was going to happen now I thought to myself. Would she be angry at me for walking in on her at such an intimate moment? Would she go berserk on me or worse, throw me out the house? The shit was about to hit the fan as a few moments later I heard mom coming down the hall towards my door. As the handle of my bedroom door turned and the door opened I held my breath and feared what was about to come my way. 

All I could do was stand there in the middle of my bedroom and stair at mom. I was standing there waiting for her to read me the riot act as my bedroom door opened my heart jumped into my mouth as mom strode into my room wearing a mid thigh thin red satin robe.

"Get a good look did you?" she asked angrily. 

"Well answer me boy!" 

All I could do was stare at mom, her robe had opened up and her boobs were staring at me. Mom looked down at what I was staring at and pulled her robe back together again. It was then that mom noticed the big bulge in my shorts and her eyes grew like saucers. Mom was now openly staring at my crotch area. 

"Oh my god, its huge" was all she could muster. 

My hard on was still at full mast in my pants and there was no hiding it, my cock was measuring at 9" in length and 4" around in girth. I sat down on the bed to try and hide my predicament with my pillow as I could feel my face begin to go red as mom's robe as her eyes burned into my shorts. All of a sudden mom began to apologise for not locking the gym door and letting me catch her. I still couldn't get the vision of mom fucking herself silly with that rubber dick out of my mind.

"I just wasn't expecting you to be home this soon John" mom mumbled. 

"Yeah I think that was pretty obvious mom" I replied. 

"Are you ok mom?" 

"Eh, what, errr yes I got to, to get dressed" she stuttered as she about turned and closed the door behind her.

By now my cock was begging to be released from my shorts. As soon as I heard moms bedroom door close I whipped my raging hard-on out and began to jerk off. No sooner was I beating my meat when my bedroom door burst open and there stood my mom watching me masturbating. She looked me straight in the eye as looked at her blushed a little bit. 

"And just what do you think you are doing" she said as she gave me a sly little grin.

I could smell her perfume as she came right up next to me and told me to continue what I was doing. She asked what I fantasized about as I masturbated. I looked up at her face as she admired my hard cock and I could smell her sex in my nostrils from her pussy, my hard-on was now throbbing in my hand and began leaking pre-cum. 

"You mom, I fantasize about you" I blurted out as I began to whack off in front of her in earnest. 

Mom shifted a bit and I saw more of her smooth thighs which just made my cock throb all the more. Her chest was moving more rapidly than before drawing my attention to her breasts as her gaze never left my cock. 

"Do you think I could help you with that" she said with a lust looking out her eyes. 

She looked at me and shook her head. 

"What the fuck am I doing, your my son and here I am watching you masturbating in front of me" 

She looked away and headed out of my bedroom but then she stopped in the doorway and turned around and a smile came across her mouth. 

"Do you think you could help me with something?" She asked me in a little girl tone. 

"What do you want me to do?" I asked. 

"Could you help me with these?" 

As I looked up I saw her standing there cupping her breasts in her hands, tweaking her nipples between her fingers and thumbs. 

"Of course, anything for such a beautiful woman" I replied, as she started to blush. 

I walked up to her and grabbed one of her nipples in my mouth and the other with my fingers. I began to play with both of them and I could hear her begin to moan. I pulled her close to me and kissed her passionately. My hands found their way down to her beautiful ass. I squeezed her cheeks a few times then lifted up her robe and spanked them. 

She was moaning and biting my lip, and we continued to kiss. Our tongues meeting and dancing together as we explored each others mouth. My fingers began to find their way to her wet cunt and I started to play with her pussy lips. As I brought her to my bed and laid her down. I stared at her, this beautiful woman that was laying on my bed was my mother. Was I dreaming here, was this really happening? 

Her hands quickly found my pants and she pulled them down and tugged my shirt off. There I was, naked with my mom on my bed, I was about to fuck the shit out of my own mom. She began to stroke my throbbing member which was leaking pre-cum all over her hand. I was rock hard and wanted to stick my dick in somewhere warm. Soon I was licking and kissing her belly and belly button and stuck my tongue in her belly button many times. 

"Lick my fucking pussy" she squealed at me. 

I immediately pushed my head in between her legs where I found her clean, sweet and slippery pussy with out a trace of any pubic hairs. I started running my tongue in and around outer lips and kept doing that and then started licking her inner lips and clit. She began to moan and shake as she had her first of many orgasms. I kept licking her pussy as she cried out so many obscenities at me as she came time and time again over my tongue and in my mouth. Then as she leaned up on her elbows mom told me to fuck her. 

Being the obedient son that I was I positioned my dick at the opening of my mom's pussy and in one thrust I was completely inside her as she moaned and gasped for air. I slowly started to rhythmically move my hips and push my cock in all the way and almost removing it completely on the way out. She was whimpering as I picked up the pace, every thrust becoming harder and harder. I was in such a rhythm that I came out a little far at one point and accidentally shoved it up her tight puckered asshole. 

She screamed in pain, but I did not remove my prick from her asshole. I told her to relax and that she would enjoy it soon enough. I held my cock in her until she got used to my girth and as her asshole began to loosen around it and I fucked her harder than when I was in her pussy. While I fucked her in the ass, I used my finger to play with her clit. 

I was pumping so hard that my balls tightened up and I could feel myself exploding in the depths of her tight anus. I flopped on top of her and let my prick soften in her ass. She looked at me kissed me and told me that she had never had that much fun in bed before. We lay there for a while until I was hard again, which did not take long, and then as we had another intense fuck session which ended up with me unloading all my cum that I had in my balls all over her face. 

She got up and started sucking me and after few minutes of effort my dick was hard yet again, she asked me to lay down on my back sot hat we could do 69. Now she was on top of me as I licked her cum filled pussy and then focused my attention to her lovely butt hole. I opened her legs and half bent them and with a single thrust and started to thrust my tongue deep into her dripping cunt. 

Mom was pumping my dick in and out of her mouth, as she licked and slobbered all over my cock. But she was too hot for me and I came after few moments later. I unloaded my balls into her throat and soon after that she came over my face. She lay down beside me and we both nodded off to the land of sleep. 

A few hours later I awoke to find her on all fours and she begged me to fuck her from behind doggy style. I fucked her pussy until my cock was thick with our cum and placed my dick against her asshole and began to push the head in her anus, soon I pushed my cock completely into her ass. But it was so tight around my cock that I came again in no time and we both collapsed on to the bed and fell into a deep sleep until morning. 



Catching Mommy: A Shocking Secret



Summary: 18-year-old daughter learns her Mom is a submissive lesbian.

Note 1: A great, big, super thanks goes to great Estragon for his dedicated copy-editing.

Note 2: Another thanks goes to Goamz86, LaRascasse and MAB7991 for plot suggestions.

Note 3: Lastly, a thank you to all my readers who vote, leave comments, make suggestions and request sequels or new stories. This story is an amalgam of many suggestions over the past year, and has been percolating since 2010.

Note 4: Because two of the characters are English I will sometimes use English or UK words, such as arse (for ass...it sounds so much dirtier in my opinion).

Note 5: Although part one does not have direct incest, future incest is implied (although we are a couple parts away from real incest).

Catching Mommy: A Shocking Secret

I love sex!

I mean I really love it!

And although I like the odd cock in me, I prefer women...always have.

For whatever reason, older women have also always taken a liking to me. I just seem to exude a sexual aura that has older women, straight or bi, falling all over themselves to be with me. Within three weeks of turning 18, I had slept with three older women: a neighbor, a friend of my Mom's and the mother of one of my best friends. All three came onto me and all three ended up being personal play-things, always ready and willing, and ever so able.

But for now this is the story of how my mother became my personal sex slave.

It was early March of my graduating year, when I learned a secret about Mother that would change everything. Blackmailing her to become my personal slave had never occurred to me, even though she is a fucking knockout. She is pretty much me, but 25 years older. Her breasts were as large as mine and firm (she worked out every day), her legs were long like mine, her hair the same blonde and her eyes the same blue. We were truthfully often mistaken as sisters, something that my mother obviously reveled in.

It all started on a day when I decided to stay home from school. I slept till almost lunchtime. After the good sleep I was feeling better, but figured I would stay home and relax; why go to one more boring Chemistry class? I decided to play on the computer, but mine was being repaired so I logged onto Mom's laptop. She never let me use it, but on my third guess I got her password. I checked my e-mail, downloaded some new tunes, surfed the net and so forth when I noticed my Mom's email flashing on the bottom. I clicked on it and she had three new emails. I never planned to read them, but you know what they say, curiosity killed the cat. I wouldn't say that was the case, but curiosity definitely changed everything. I skipped the new ones because Mom would notice that they had been read, but then I saw a few from someone called Mistress Olivia. I clicked and read one from last week:

From: Mistress Olivia

To: Slut Sarah

Time: 11:53 am Thursday March 7, 2008.

Subject: New mission

Whore,

Katrina said you were a good slut for her last night. That pleases me.

On Friday you are to dress in outfit 11 and be at Le Chateau Club at 9:30. Show up at 9:30. If you are even 5 seconds late you will be punished.

Mistress Olivia.

I was stunned. This couldn't be real. What the hell was outfit 11? Le Chateau Club was an exclusive lesbian club. I read the one before that as well:

From: Slut Sarah

To: Mistress Olivia

Time: 11:58 pm Wednesday March 6, 2008.

Subject: Mission Completed

Mistress,

I have fulfilled your demand as commanded. Your friend Katrina has a beautiful pussy. Her mother almost walked in on us. We heard her coming up the stairs and I had to hide under the bed. Her Mom came in and asked if something was wrong. Katrina asked why and her mother said she thought she heard some strange sounds. Katrina laughed and said no she was just studying for a test. The fear of getting caught was a major turn-on Mistress and after her Mom left again I finished pleasing Katrina.

Your obedient slut,

Sarah

I was fucking flabbergasted. My Mom was a submissive slut? To whom? She was the most confident woman I have ever met. She was the reason I was so confident. When daddy dearest became abusive, she packed us up and moved us across the fucking ocean, from England to America. She took shit from nobody, which was what made her such a great prosecutor and why she was hired by the City of Boston. Yet, here she was being told what to do by some Olivia. I searched my mother's emails and saw a folder called Olivia. The emails dated back to February 17th. I also looked at her msn friends' folder. She had about 40 friends, all women, some from back home, and one was Olivia. I clicked on history and was floored. The first date was New Year's Eve. I was in the UK visiting friends over the holiday break during that time. What the hell did Mommy dearest do while I was away?

I clicked on the first log:

December 31, 2007 22:30:11

Olivia: Hi, your profile picture is very flattering.

Sarah: Thanks.

Olivia: I will be honest with you. Your profile interested me. I am an 18 year old high school student. I like to dominate older women. I am looking for a new slut. British women turn me on. Are you looking for a mistress?

Sarah: I am not sure.

Olivia: Ok, bye.

(Olivia has left chat)

Sarah: Hello?

Sarah: Hello?

Sarah: Um, sorry but it was a surprising question.

Sarah: I think I might be looking for a mistress.

Sarah: Hello...

Sarah: L

January 1, 2008 11:23:14

Sarah: Hello.

January 1, 2008 13:44:11

Sarah: Hello.

January 1, 2008 16:00:31

Sarah: Olivia?

January 1, 2008 19:54:27

Sarah: Olivia?

Sarah: Hi.

January 1, 2008 21:39:23

Sarah: You there?

January 1, 2008 23:21:26

Sarah: I will try again tomorrow.

January 2, 2008 17:43:02

Sarah: Olivia, you there?

Sarah: Hello.

Sarah: I looked at your picture. You are beautiful. Your green eyes are hypnotic, your luscious lips are tantalizing and I have a weak spot for redheads.

Sarah: How can I please you?

Olivia: Tell me one secret about yourself.

Sarah: Thank you for responding.

Olivia: Don't disappoint me again.

Sarah: Understood.

Olivia: Good, because I have many older woman very eager to be trained by me.

Sarah: I will obey.

Olivia: So let's start by telling me one secret about yourself.

Sarah: I had a Mistress throughout college and have recently begun to crave that feeling of obedience and submission I long ago quit being a part of.

Olivia: So you have been dominated by a woman?

Sarah: Yes.

Olivia: When?

Sarah: In college.

Olivia: Tell me the story.

Sarah: My roommate in college was a year older than I and she seduced me the second month we were together.

Olivia: What was her name?

Sarah: Sarah.

Olivia: Thus the user name?

Sarah: Yes.

Olivia: What is your real name?

Sarah: Kate.

Olivia: Good girl. Go on with your story.

Sarah: Well, I came home upset after being dumped by some man because I wouldn't put out and she consoled me. We drank a bit and eventually she kissed me. She then simply slipped out of her robe, slid off her knickers, and demanded I eat her pussy. I had never even considered doing such a thing, yet it never even occurred to me to disobey her command. From that night on, I was her submissive sex toy. I ate her pussy every day it seemed and she often fucked me with a variety of different toys. I also fucked her, but she never, not even once, ate my pussy. The situation was clear: I was the lesbian slave and she was in charge.

Olivia: It ended?

Sarah: Yes. This lifestyle existed all four years of college and then we went our separate ways.

Olivia: What happened after college?

Sarah: I got a job, met a guy, got knocked up, got married and lived happily ever after. Until he got abusive a couple of years ago and I moved to America to start over.

Olivia: You have not been with ANY other women since then?

Sarah: No.

Olivia: Interesting.

Sarah: I liked your profile too.

Olivia: What do you like about it?

Sarah: Well you're gorgeous, I got wet just looking at you and imagining submitting to you in real life. But I am fascinated that you like Jane Austen. Your favorite band is Chicago (how many other teens could even name a song by them?) and you also like stockings.

Olivia: Stockings = power.

Sarah: I have pairs of knee high silk stockings to wear on my hands to masturbate myself. The feel of them touching me is orgasmic.

Olivia: I always wear stockings.

Sarah: I wear pantyhose to work every day.

Olivia: Actual pantyhose?

Sarah: Yes. But only sheer sandalfoot ones.

Olivia: Sheer-check. Sandalfoot-check. Pantyhose -- no.

Sarah:?

Olivia: My subs only wear stay-ups, thigh highs, or garter and stockings.

Sarah: Oh. I have a garter and stockings, but I haven't worn them since who knows when.

Olivia: When was the last time you had sex?

Sarah: Over a year.

Olivia: Mission 1.

Sarah:?

Olivia: I will give you missions to see if you are qualified to continue talking to me and maybe eventually qualify for complete submission to me.

Sarah: Um...Ok.

Olivia: Mission 1-Go and buy a variety of new stockings.

Sarah: Ok.

Olivia: Now.

(Olivia has left chat)

I click on my Mom's profile and was surprised. At least she didn't use her real name, but she had offered up her real name to Olivia already.

Profile

Name: Sarah

Age: 43

Nationality: UK (Now with dual UK-USA citizenship)

Location: Boston

Weight: Average

Height: Tall

Interests: Reading, movies, work

Books: Anything by Jane Austen

Bands: Chicago, Duran Duran, U2

Orientation: Gay Curious

Sexual Preference: Younger girls

Perversions: Submission, stockings, domination

I clicked on Olivia's profile and almost shit myself. Olivia, the girl who appeared to be my Mom's mistress, was a student at my school. Not just any student either. She was the head cheerleader, a rich bitch and my nemesis. Since my arrival, we had been at war. I clearly threatened her spot on the top of the popularity chain, what with my amazing good looks, great fashion and perfect body, and modesty.

Profile

Name: Olivia

Age: 18

Location: Boston

Weight: Skinny

Height: Average

Interests: Reading, writing, dancing

Books: Pride and Prejudice

Bands: Chicago

Orientation: Bi

Sexual Preference: Girls, Girls, Girls (A decent song too)

Perversions: Cheerleaders, teachers, submissive girls, stockings, power, I AM A DOMME LOOKING FOR OLDER SLUTS TO TRAIN!!!

I went to my Mom's drawer and found her knee high stockings. I sniffed them. Yep, she still masturbated with them. I put one on my hand and, after sliding off my knickers, I started touching myself ever so gently, while I continued to read about my Mom's sexual debauchery.

January 2, 2008 22:38:38

Sarah: Olivia?

Sarah: You there?

Sarah: I bought some stockings as instructed.

January 2, 2008 23:59:37

Sarah: Olivia?

Sarah: I am wearing a pair right now.

Sarah: A black pair with matching knickers and a nightie.

Sarah: Goodnight.

January 3, 2008 08:33:12

Sarah: I have to go to work for a few hours. I should be back by 4.

January 3, 2008 16:12:48

Sarah: I'm back.

Olivia: Hi, slut. Tell me what you bought.

Sarah: I bought stay-ups or thigh highs, whatever you call them in mocha (3 pairs), beige (2 pairs), black (3 pairs), red (1 pair), white (2 pairs). I also bought a pair of black, white and tan stockings for my garter-belt.

Olivia: What are you wearing right now?

Sarah: Mocha thigh highs, a black business skirt and blazer and a white blouse.

Olivia: I see. Just a minute.

Olivia: Sorry, I am also online with another slave. One that has completed her training.

Sarah: L

Olivia: Play your cards right and you too can be my slave too.

Sarah: J

Olivia: What kind of toys do you own?

Sarah: One vibrator.

Olivia: Really? I guess we know what your next mission is.

Sarah: Get more toys?

Olivia: Of course. You will need a couple more vibrators, a strap-on for me to fuck you with if the time comes, a butt plug and some sort of vibrating toy to wear in your pussy while you are at work.

Sarah: OK.

Olivia: Later. And for now on I expect you naked except for stockings and heels. Is that understood, slut?

Sarah: Yes.

Olivia: Good, you just may be worth my time. Goodnight, I have to go and train another slave.

(Olivia has left chat)

I immediately went searching for the toys. It took a bit of searching, but hidden in the back of her closet in a box marked taxes was a variety of toys. It was substantially above the list in the chat. She had a strap-on, a few vibes, a couple of butt plugs (one way too big for any normal person), anal beads, a double-ended dildo, handcuffs, and a variety of lotions and lubes.

I went back to the laptop, my stocking-covered hand slowly teasing my cunt, while I continued reading.

January 10,2008, 20:00:12

Sarah: Hi.

Sarah: Dressed as expected.

Olivia: How would that be?

Sarah: Naked, except in my thigh highs and heels.

Olivia: Good slut.

Sarah: Thank you.

Olivia: Did you buy a vibrating egg as expected?

Sarah: Yes.

Olivia: Good. Tomorrow I expect you to take the egg you purchased and wear it in your cunt all day tomorrow at work.

Sarah: But I have a trial.

Olivia: That's no excuse.

(Olivia has left chat)

January 10, 2008, 20:03:19

Sarah: I am so sorry...I will wear the egg as you requested.

Sarah: Please forgive your slut.

Sarah: U own me.

January 11, 2008, 18:23:41

Sarah: I am home...

Sarah: Mistress?

Sarah: Please Mistress? I will do anything u command!

Olivia: Mistress, I like that. But that is twice now you have questioned my instructions.

Sarah: Twice?

Olivia: Yes, when I asked if you were looking for a Mistress and when you hesitated over putting the egg in your olds cunt.

Sarah: Oh, I am so sorry.

Olivia: U need to be punished.

Sarah: Yes Mistress.

Olivia: Is your daughter home?

Sarah: No.

Olivia: Good. Go into her room and grab her pillow.

Sarah: OK.

Sarah: Back.

Olivia: Are you dressed as asked?

Sarah: Yes, Mistress.

Olivia: Fuck yourself to an orgasm.

Olivia: Imagine u r on your knees pleasing my young, ripe, shaved cunt.

Olivia: Imagine I have just exploded my juices all over ur slut face.

Olivia: Imagine me fucking ur sloppy cunt with my strap-on, ur daughter in the room beside us.

Sarah: I just came.

Olivia: Rub ur whore cunt all over your daughter's pillow case.

Sarah: OMG!

Olivia: NOW!!!

Sarah: Yes, Mistress.

Olivia: Dry yourself completely!

Sarah: Done.

Olivia: Go return the pillow to ur daughter's bed.

Sarah: Yes, Mistress.

Sarah: I did it.

Olivia: Good slut. U just may be worthy yet of being my sub slut.

Sarah: Understood.

Olivia: I won't be online for a couple of weeks. I have finals and then my family and I are going skiing up in Canada.

Sarah: L

Olivia: While I am gone, I expect u to continue wearing only thigh highs and stop wearing panties. Understood?

Sarah: Yes, Mistress.

Olivia: Good, I also expect u to have a butt plug in ur ass whenever ur daughter is home.

Sarah: Understood.

Olivia: Talk 2 u in a couple of weeks.

(Olivia has left chat)

I couldn't believe it. Olivia somehow knew that she was my mother and was using her against me. I couldn't believe my mother would use my pillow to clean her pussy, but apparently she did. I tried to recall anything out of the ordinary with my pillow back then, but nothing came to mind. I did recall commenting to my Mother quite a while ago that she was walking funny. Now I know why.

Although my pussy was on fire as I read the sordid adventures of my mother, my anger was also bubbling at the thought of that bitch Olivia using my mother.

The next few e-mails in late January and early February were all trivial things but my Mother was slowly submitting to the bitch. She had fucked herself at work, she had apparently worn my panties, came in them and put them back in my drawer and she had attempted to fist herself. Then in mid-February came this one.

February 11, 2008 17:22:34

Olivia: You are ready for the final stage of your submission. I have created a new e-mail for you to communicate with me. It is submissivesarah. I will now start sending your missions via e-mail.

Sarah: Yes Mistress. Thank you very much.

Olivia: Be sure to check it often, as missions may turn up at any Moment. Pass these final tests and you will become my sub slave.

Sarah: I eagerly obey.

Olivia: Now go fuck your ass with one of your toys, thinking of me fucking not only you, but your daughter.

Sarah: Thank you Mistress.

What the fuck? Fucking me too? This was getting past the point of ridiculous. I could feel my cheeks getting red with anger; how dare that bitch use my mother to get to me! That was the last chat. I went back to her e-mails and the first one was dated a couple of days later.




Catching Mommy: A Shocking Secret



From: Mistress Olivia

To: Slut Sarah

Time: 7:14 pm Wednesday February 13, 2008.

Subject: Valentine's Day present!

Your mission is to be at my house at exactly 6:00PM tomorrow. My parents will be out for Valentine's Day till 10 or so. Wear all red.

Mistress Olivia

**********

From: Slut Sarah

To: Mistress Olivia

Time: 7:17 pm Wednesday February 14th, 2008. Subject: Re: Valentine's Day present.

I will be there.

Your hopeful servant.

**********

From: Mistress Olivia

To: Slut Sarah

Time: 10:02 pm Thursday February 14th, 2008.

Subject: U R Now my Slut

You passed the test. You will make a good little slut. You understand now what the expectations are right?

Complete and utter faithfulness!

Mistress Olivia

**********

Unable to control myself, I closed my eyes and imagined what my arch-enemy must have done to my Mother. It would have been extreme and humiliating, just like the way she treats 99% of the students at my school.

I tried to resist the image, but all that continued to play in my head while I rubbed my clit was my mother on her knees, between the legs of the bitchy redhead, begging to please her. I heard my mother offer, "Yes, I will seduce my daughter and bring her to you." I rubbed myself faster imagining my slutty mother trying to seduce me and came hard all over her knee high stocking. Like my slutty mother, I rubbed my cum all over it before taking it off and putting it back in the drawer.

I returned to reading the e-mails.

From: Slut Sarah

To: Mistress Olivia

Time: 11:33 pm Thursday February 14, 2008.

Subject: U R Now my Slut

Dear Mistress,

Thank u so much for accepting me as your slut.

Your obedient, loyal servant,

Kate

I noticed the name change. I shook my head, still baffled how my strong-headed Mom could have allowed herself into such a situation. I skimmed a couple of e-mails that repeated the Mistress/sub theme and then stopped dead in my tracks when I read one about me.

From: Mistress Olivia

To: Slut Sarah

Time: 8:43 pm Saturday February 23, 2008

Subject: Ur daughter

Slut,

I want u to begin the seduction of Victoria. How u do this is up 2 u, but I want her on her knees, ready to serve me, by the end of March.

Mistress Olivia

**********

From: Slut Sarah

To: Mistress Olivia

Time: 9:51 pm Saturday February 23, 2008

Subject: Re: Ur daughter

Mistress Olivia,

I understand ur request. But I may need ur help. I really don't know how 2 go about seducing my daughter.

I badly want 2 please u, but how do I even begin?

Your confused slut

Kate

**********

From: Mistress Olivia

To: Slut Sarah

Time: 11:15 am Sunday February 24, 2008

Subject: How 2 seduce ur daughter

Slut,

Only a real whore would even consider seducing their daughter. It makes me wet thinking about it. My suggestion is to start slow with Victoria. Begin complimenting her more, touch her more and show more skin. Attempt to bring up conversations about sex.

Good luck, once u have accomplished this task, I will reward u with ur very own sub.

I look forward to Victoria on her knees ready to submit to me unconditionally like her slut mother.

Mistress Olivia

Reading my name in such an e-mail was shocking. I started to think about the past couple of weeks and realized that Mother had done everything Olivia had suggested. She had complimented my outfits, my hair, and my make-up. She had offered and given me two neck massages and she had definitely been dressing more provocatively lately. I just assumed she had met a man.

As I was about to click on an e-mail titled, "Seduction is going slow", I heard the door open. I looked at the clock. It was only 2. There was no way she should be home. I quickly exited out of her e-mail and computer, but I heard her coming up to her room and I heard another voice. I quickly went to my room through our joint bathroom. Just as I returned to my room, I heard a very familiar girl's voice order, "No! Not in your room, slut. I want you to eat me on your daughter's bed."

"Yes, Mistress," I heard my Mother respond. I just got back to my bathroom when my door opened.

I couldn't see the girl yet, but heard her demand, "Bitch, we only have an hour so get to work."

My mother replied, "Yes, Mistress Olivia."

I let out a quiet gasp. I reached for my Iphone, repositioned myself so I could see and began making a video of my Mother and the bitch. I didn't know what I would use it for yet, but getting revenge on Olivia was definitely part of my yet to be formulated plan. I watched in stunned silence, like I was watching a shockingly dirty porn movie.

Olivia sat on the edge of my bed, pulled off her sundress and opened her legs wide. My Mom fell to her knees and buried her head between the legs of her Mistress and my arch enemy.

For the next few minutes Olivia belittled my Mother, "Yes, suck my clit, slut," and "That's it, you like my young pussy don't you," and "Deeper dyke, shove your tongue inside me." Finally, I heard Olivia scream and collapse back on my bed. "I'm coming slave, keep licking, you fucking bitch."

Once Olivia had recovered, she ordered, "Slut, go get the strap-on. I want to fuck you on your daughter's bed."

"Yes, Mistress Olivia," my Mother obediently replied, and got off her knees and began walking my way. I quickly jumped in the tub and hid behind the curtain. I held my breath when I heard footsteps followed by the clear sound of someone, Olivia, peeing.

My Mother returned, just as the sound of peeing ended. Olivia ordered, "Slut, please clean up my piss."

I couldn't see anything, but I assume my Mother licked the last remnants of Olivia's golden liquid from her pussy. After a few seconds, Olivia ordered, "Get on your daughter's bed."

When I was sure they were gone, I got out of my hiding spot and returned to my voyeur position. My Mom was now naked, except for her thigh high stockings and heels and was on all fours. Olivia, completely naked, had the seven-inch strap-on around her perfect waist, and was crawling onto my bed. I began taping with my Iphone again.

"Ready for your Mistress to fuck you, slut?"

"Yes, Mistress Olivia," my Mother replied.

"On your daughter's bed?"

"Yes, Mistress Olivia."

"Are you looking forward to watching me fuck your daughter with this big thick cock?" Olivia asked, spanking my Mom's ass with the plastic toy.

"Yes, Mistress Olivia, very much so."

"Since you are such a fucking lesbian slut, I am just going to kneel here behind you and let you fuck yourself on your daughter's bed," she said, clearly amused at the power she had over my Mother.

Without further instruction, Mother leaned back, clearly eager to please, and engulfed the big cock in her pussy. As soon as it was in her, she began to move back and forth, fucking herself like a nasty little deviant.

Olivia continued to humiliate my Mother. "Fuck, you are one little whore, letting an 18-year-old fuck you on your daughter's bed. But you love it, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, Mistress, I am a whore, your whore," she moaned, taking the cock deeper in her.

"Do you want me to fuck your daughter?"

"Yes, fuck the whore," my Mom babbled.

I couldn't believe it. I was no saint, but I was no whore either. Well maybe I was, depending on your definition of whore, but she sure didn't know about half my naughty indiscretions.

"Do you want to eat your daughter's pussy?"

"Whaaaaat?" Mom moaned, seemingly surprised by the question.

Olivia grabbed my mother's hips and stopped her from continuing to fuck herself. "You heard me. Do you want to eat your daughter's pussy?"

Frustration filled the room, when Mother shocked me, "Yes, Mistress, I would love to eat my daughter's cunt while you fuck my whore hole."

Olivia pulled the strap-on cock out of Mom and asked, "So you will eat your daughter's pussy for me?"

"Yes," Mom whimpered, desperate to get the cock back in her.

"Will you give her to me as a gift?" Olivia asked, the toy rubbing up and down the crevice of Mother's ass.

"Yes, Mistress, you own me and soon you will own my daughter too," Mother whimpered.

I gasped, letting out a sound that luckily neither of them heard so busy with their sexual debauchery. Part of me wanted to break in and stop it there and then, another part of me wanted to join the naughty scene and yet another part of me had nasty blackmail plans spinning in my mind. So I decided to keep taping. I had both of them in compromising positions, albeit my mother was a lot worse, promising to commit incest.

"Good, slut, I think it is time to fuck the one last forbidden taboo," Mistress Olivia teased.

Anal sex, there was no way my Mother would allow that, I thought to myself. Yet the words out of the woman I clearly didn't know at all were, "You own that hole too Mistress."

"Beg me to fuck your ass, my dyke."

"Fuck my arse, Mistress, fuck your whore on her daughter's bed," my Mother begged, like a nymphomaniac.

Olivia put her hand in my Mom's cunt and used the juice to lube up my Mom's arse. I personally had never done that yet, although I had fingered myself there a couple times. I watched in awe as the long toy began to disappear between my Mom's ass cheeks.

My mother whimpered, clearly in pain, "Aaaaaah."

"Hold still slut," Olivia ordered, pulling my Mom's ass cheeks apart to watch her slut take the long hard cock.

Slowly the majority of the cock was in my Mom and Olivia began to slowly fuck my Mom's arse. The moaning, the whimpering, and the dirty talk were driving me crazy and I started to diddle myself while watching Mom's sexual depravity. I had never allowed anything in my ass, but after watching the screams of pleasure coming from my Mother it had me reconsidering my no entry through the back door policy.

Mom's moaning increased and she begged, "Harder, fuck my arse harder."

Olivia grabbed my Mom's long blonde hair and began to really fuck the shit out of my Mother.

"Yes, yes, fuck my arse, deeper, bang my arse, yes, yes, fuckkkkk," my mother screamed incoherently, clearly reaching climactic bliss by taking a strap-on up her arse. I quit diddling myself, worried I might come too, and taped the end of Mom's humiliation.

Olivia ordered, "Suck my cock, slut. Suck the cock that was up your ass, or what did you call it, your arse."

Mother turned around and without hesitation took the cock in her mouth. I filmed for a couple more minutes and quietly sneaked out from Mom's room and out of the house. My head was spinning with everything I had just seen. I needed time to think, to plan....

The End 4 Now....

Coming Soon: Catching Mommy: Blackmailing a MILF (Victoria blackmails Olivia's Mom!!!)



Catching Mommy: Blackmailing a MILF



Summary: An 18-year-old seduces her arch-enemy's MILF Mom.

Note 1: A great, big, super thanks goes to great Estragon for his dedicated copy-editing.

Note 2: Another thanks goes to Goamz86, LaRascasse and MAB7991 for plot suggestions.

Note 3: Lastly, a thank you to all my readers who voted, and left comments for this story. 

Note 4: Because two of the characters are English I will sometimes use English words like arse (for ass...it sounds so much dirtier) and knickers (for panties...which also somehow sounds naughtier).

Note 5: Although not mandatory, I highly recommend you read the first part in this lengthy multi-chaptered story "Catching Mommy: A Stunning Revelation." But in case time doesn't permit or you just want a quick refresher:

Part 1: A Shocking Secret: An 18-year-old English girl transplanted to Boston, Victoria, stays home sick one day and accidentally learns that her proud, dignified, lawyer Mom is a submissive lesbian to another 18-year-old girl. To make matters worse her Mom's Mistress is none other than Victoria's arch-enemy. (Don't deny it, if you are a female you had one in high school too!)

Note 6: Although this part does not have direct incest, future incest is implied and the seduction of her Mother is under way.



Catching Mommy: Blackmailing a MILF

Out walking, a million ideas flowed through my head, but two kept recurring.  One was to get revenge on Olivia and the other was to confront my mother.

Olivia was a rich kid and I knew her Mother was the President of the PTA.  I suddenly realized I could play a little game of tit for tat (plenty of tit actually).  If she was going to fuck my Mother, I could fuck hers.  I had seen her in school on a few occasions and knew she was a Diva Mother to be sure, but a very attractive Diva Mother.  I decided right then that I was going to blackmail her Mother.  The video on my Iphone would be very handy.

As for my mother, I couldn't deny it, a growing part of me wanted to have her please me.  I knew it was wrong, but my wet cunt was telling me differently.

Two hours later, I walked in my house and Mom was in the kitchen dressed in jeans, a t-shirt and I noticed her pantyhose clad feet, with presumably the same stay-up stockings she had worn during her sexual debauchery, and I smirked.  She obeyed completely even when Olivia wasn't around.

I greeted her cheerfully. "Hi Mom, how was your day?"

"Same as always," she replied, lying to me.

I walked over and gave her a big hug, my hand going to her ass, attempting to feel if there was a butt plug still there.  There was, and my Mom quickly flinched away.  I asked innocently, "What's wrong, Mom?"

"Oh, oh, nothing," she replied, her face flushing.  

I decided not to push it yet, neither my questioning nor the butt plug lodged in her arse, at least not until I decided what I wanted to do.  We had supper, and once we were watching the news my Mom sat beside me and asked, "Do you want a foot massage?"

I shrugged, "Sure, Mom."  I flipped my feet onto her lap and watched her massage my feet.  I pointed out, "Mom, you have been extra nice to me lately, what gives?"

Her face went slightly red again as she answered, rather believably if I hadn't already known the truth, "Oh, can't I just do nice things for my only daughter?"

"Of course," I smiled, allowing her to give me a very gentle foot massage.

Eventually, I offered, "Mom, let me return the favor."

She looked surprised, but allowed me to massage her stocking-clad feet.  I asked, as I gave individual attention to each of her toes, "Why are you wearing stockings with jeans?"

She paused before answering, "Oh, I just like the feel of them."

Flirting just a bit, hoping to throw her for a loop, I said, "Hmmm, they do feel sexy, Mom."

Her face flushed again as I tried to open the door for her to seduce me as instructed by her Mistress...and my enemy.  But she wasn't able to pull the trigger, and silence lingered in the air until I finished her massage.  

Eventually, I went upstairs to do homework.  That night, while sleeping, I had a very vivid dream.  Mom sneaked into my room at night, crawled under my covers and licked my pussy.  She had an amazing tongue and I came all over her in only a few minutes.  Once she was done, she looked into my eyes and said, "I am your slave, baby.  Do with me as you please."

I woke up wet and with my hand in my panties.  Closing my eyes, I fingered myself to an intense orgasm and lay there in my bed with another decision in my mind...I would make Mom my slut.


*****


The next day, after Mom went to work, I quickly logged into her computer and searched her e-mails.  I read 

From: Slut Sarah 
To: Mistress Olivia
Time: 10:14 pm Tuesday February 26, 2008
Subject: Small Advances

Dear Mistress,
I gave my daughter a foot massage and she gave me one too.  It was a small step, but a step nonetheless.  Also, she hugged me and I think felt my butt plug in my ass.  I quickly moved away before she could know for sure.

What next? 

Your obedient, nervous servant,
Kate

I couldn't believe Mother was such a slut.  Her computer went bing and it was a response from Olivia.

From: Mistress Olivia
To: Slut Sarah
Time 7:51 am Wednesday February 27, 2008
Subject: Re: Small Advance

Slut,
This is not good enough.  I want your slut of a daughter on her knees ready to obey me very soon. I want her cleaning my feet with her tongue after a long day of cheerleading practice.  I want her cleaning my sweaty ass cheeks after a long run.  I want her begging to lick my pussy just after I have had my boyfriend fill me with cum.  I want your bitch daughter Victoria!!!

Make it happen, cunt.  Or the repercussions will be worse than your tiny little brain can comprehend.


Mistress Olivia

I gasped.  I sat there transfixed at the shocking e-mail.  The fucking gall of her!

 Revenge!!!  

It was clear as crystal, I had to get her mother, and soon.

I drove to school and went to my classes in a daze.  At lunch I saw Olivia, in a plaid skirt and knee-high socks, coming my way.  She smiled at me with a smug smile, unaware of the secret I knew.  As we crossed paths she took her shot, in a whisper, "Hey, how is your dad?"

She clearly was trying to provoke me, but I knew this game and responded, "Ok, but not as good as Mike was yesterday when you ditched from school and him and I went at it."

Her smile faded and her claws came out, "You are so fucking dead."

I smiled, my turn to be smug, "Oh no, what are you going to do, make me a submissive little follower like all your dyke friends here?"

"Fuck you," Katrina snapped, one of the girls I know my Mother had pleased. 

"Being the dyke you are," I retorted, "you probably would love to, wouldn't you."

"I'm a dyke?" she snapped, "You know who the dyke is it's...."

"Shut up," Olivia ordered, attempting to take control of the situation, glaring at Katrina.  "This is not the time or place."

"Good puppy, roll over, play dead," I mocked Katrina, even using sarcastic hand gestures. "You really are her submissive little pet."

Katrina fumed, but said nothing.

"Let's go, now," Olivia ordered, before snapping at me, "she'll get hers soon."

Watching them leave, I decided to give just a hint of what I knew, "Hey Katrina, don't forget to keep the pantyhose on at all times, like a good pet."

Olivia quickly turned to look at me, trying to interpret my words.  She looked me over, noticing I too was wearing pantyhose.  We stared at each other like gunfighters in the old west, a showdown, before she turned and walked away, Katrina following closely behind her.

The day ended, and knowing Olivia had cheerleading practice, I drove over to her house, which was a mansion really.  I parked and went to the front door.  I rang the doorbell and waited.  It was opened by a black woman in a maid's outfit.  'How fucking fitting,' I thought to myself.  'What year are we in, 1950?'

She asked, "What can I do for you?"

"I am looking to speak to Mrs. Phillips."

"May I ask who is calling?" the maid politely asked.

"Sure," I agreed, making up a name, "it is Allie, and I am an acquaintance of Olivia's."

"Ok, ma'am, please take a seat in the front room and I will inform her she has a guest."

"Thank you."

I walked into the big front room that could host a hundred and perused the many pictures on the wall.  Although the husband/dad was in a couple, this was really a gallery of pretentious beauties, celebrating the looks of both the daughter and mother.  I was shaking my head in utter disbelief when I heard the polite voice of Mrs. Phillips, "Good afternoon, Allie.  I am sorry, but Sandrine should have told you Olivia isn't home."

I turned and smiled at the perfectly dressed mother of my enemy.  Dressed entirely in white, it seemed so appropriate for what I was about to do.  "Oh, I know she isn't.  I came to speak with you, Mrs. Phillips."

"Oh," she replied, caught slightly off guard, before responding, "Please call me Lauren."

 "OK, Lauren," I replied, "can we speak in private?"

"Of course," she replied, although her perplexed expression hinted at the oddity of the request.  "Follow me."

I followed her out of the front room and into a smaller, room, albeit still way too big, that I learned was a drawing room.  She offered me a seat, took one across from me, before asking, "And what can I do for you, Allie?"

I smiled, "Funny you should ask me that."

"Why is that?" she asked, showing just the hint of being out of her comfort zone.

"Because I do want something from you," I teased, my voice sing-song like a silly high school girl.

"What is it?" she asked, still not remotely ready for the bombshell I was about to play.

"You on your knees begging to eat my cunt," I announced, my tone instantly changing much more authoritarian.

"I beg your pardon," she asked, shocked.

"I want you, on your knees, before me, begging to be my personal fuck-toy."

"How dare you!" she stood up.

"How dare your daughter!" I retorted.

"What?"

"Before you decide to 'not' drop to your knees and beg to please me, you should look at this video." I offered her my cellphone.

"I want you out of my house this instant!" she demanded with fire in her eyes.

"OK," I shrugged, turning to leave, "I guess I can just upload this video on Facebook and a couple of sex sites, and your perfect little prima donna's reputation will be ruined, as I imagine would be yours as well."

I continued walking, waiting for the words I knew were coming.  Before I even reached the door, the word came, "Wait."

I turned around, walked back to her, and said, "We only have a tiny, precious amount of time, Mrs. Phillips.  Either you beg to be my slut or I ruin your daughter.  The choice is yours."

Skeptical of my evidence, she asked, "Let me see what you have."

I showed her a clip of her fucking my mother, although I made sure the volume was off.  Her face went pale as she watched her daughter having lesbian sex.  She grabbed for the phone and I pulled it away quickly. I snapped, "Don't you ever fucking touch my property without permission, you bitch. And just so you know I have already uploaded this file on a skydrive, so all it takes to end up online is one simple disobedience from you."

She looked up at me, frustrated and worried, yet still trying to control the situation, she asked, "How much?"

"How much what?" I asked.

"How much money do you want?"

"I don't want money," I laughed harshly.  "I want revenge.  Your daughter has been a complete bitch to me and pretty much every person at her school and I want her to pay." 

"Why me?" she asked.

"Tit for tat," I replied, before adding vulgarly, "Your tits, my tat."

"What?" she asked, confused, tears welling in her eyes.

"That woman she is fucking.  That is my mother," I snarled, adding, "if she is going to fuck my mother, then I am going to fuck hers."

She stood there motionless, clearly not used to being not in control or unable to buy her way out of a problem.

"On your knees, Mrs. Phillips!" I ordered.

"Please, don't make me," she pleaded.

"Oh, I am not going to make you," I replied, giving her false hope.

"Oh, thank you," she gratefully replied.

"No, no, no.  You must submit to me on your own accord," I explained, crushing her brief glimmer of hope.

She looked so cute and so defeated.

"On your knees, Mrs. Phillips," I ordered.

She fell to her knees, tears now freely streaming down her face.  

I explained, "Don't blame me for this.  Blame your bitch, slut of a daughter.  She went after my mother, and now I am going to repay the favor."  I pulled out my Iphone and began filming, "Now beg to be my personal plaything."

She looked up and covered her face when she saw the Iphone.

I snapped at her. "Don't you dare look away from me!  Show me your fucking pretty face!"

She slowly uncovered her face and begged, "Please, let's make an arrangement."

I smiled and said, "Oh, we are making an arrangement Mrs. Phillips. Now stand up."

She quickly obeyed, probably slightly hopeful that I had reconsidered.

I smiled, "Tell you what, Mrs. Phillips, I am nothing if not fair.  So I am going to lift up your skirt and touch your knickers.  If they are dry I will turn around and leave and we will pretend this never happened.  On the other hand, if your knickers are wet, like I assume they are, then I am going to sit down on that white chair, open my legs and you are going to crawl over to me and beg to become my slut."

Her face went red, as she stammered, "T-t-that is ludicrous."

"You see, I can tell by the look in your eyes. You want me.  You crave discipline.  Your cunt, I am guessing, has soaked your knickers with the excitement of pleasing me."

"No," she whispered.

My hand lifted up her skirt and, as I expected, she had leaked so much even her pantyhose was wet. I purred, "Hmmmm, it seems I was right and you are a flooder, aren't you?"

She shook her head no.  I tapped her pussy three times and she let out loud moans at each tap.  "Fuck, Mrs. Phillips.  You are hornier than I expected.  Doesn't Mr. Phillips fulfill your needs?"

She snapped at me, "That is none of your business."

I sighed, "This is getting old. You are horny thinking of pleasing me and I need to be pleased."  I walked over to the white chair and beckoned her with one finger.

She stood frozen briefly, but did begin walking towards me.

I stopped her. "Crawl, slut."

She cringed at being called a slut, her humiliation clearly burning inside her.  She obeyed though, dropping to her pantyhose-covered knees and awkwardly crawled toward me.  Once at my feet, I looked down and asked, "Do you want to taste my cunt, Mrs. Phillips?"

"No," she answered defiantly.

"Really?" I asked, my eyebrow raised.  "On your bitch daughter's life, be completely honest, do you want to taste my pussy?"

Tears returned to her eyes as she answered so softly I could only tell my reading her lips, "Yes."

"Louder, slut!" I demanded.

"Yes, dammit!" she snapped.

I opened my legs. "Take off my knickers, Mrs. Phillips."

I lifted my ass off the chair as, her hands literally shaking, she nervously tugged at my knickers.  Once off, I spread my legs wide and asked, "Like what you see?"

She stared at my shaved, perfect pussy and nodded yes.

"Beg me," I ordered.

She looked up, her eyes pleading for me to show mercy.  Instead, I waited.  Eventually, the attractive MILF whispered, "May I lick your vagina?"

"Hmmm, that is terrible, Mrs. Phillips.  We will have to work on your dirty talk," I suggested. "But time is of the essence. Go ahead, Mrs. Phillips, become my slave, lean forward and taste your new Mistress' cunt."

I was slightly surprised when there was no last minute resistance.  She leaned forward between my legs and began licking my very wet pussy.  She was tentative at first, licking my pussy lips slowly.  But like the other MILFs who have sampled my goods, once my juices started flowing, the eager cunt-lickers get addicted to my taste and begin lapping like a thirsty puppy finding water in a desert. Her tentativeness faded and was replaced by an eagerness to please.  

My moans increased as her pace increased and I rewarded my new slut with compliments, "Good slut, you will make a very good pussy-pleaser," and "Hmmm, for a first timer you are a natural."  Although she obviously wasn't enjoying her humiliating ordeal, my compliment had her begin licking faster. I smiled to myself as she was becoming the lesbian slut I had promised myself she would become.

Watching my revenge happen so smoothly and the evidence on my Iphone capturing every second of my enemy's mother's submission was a double satisfaction: one, the first part of my revenge complete and two, the MILFs' tongue really was doing wonders on my cunt. Curious, I accused her. "This is not the first time you have eaten pussy, is it, Mrs. Phillips?"

She looked up at me, my juices giving her lips a light shine, her facial expression implying so many unspoken things. 

I repeated my question, "This is not the first time you have eaten pussy, is it, Mrs. Phillips?"

Defeated and yet clearly horny, she admitted, "No, it is not."

"You munch cunt regularly, don't you?" I questioned.

"Not really," she replied, vaguely.

"When was the last time?" I asked.

"Please, Olivia will be home soon," she pleaded, avoiding the question.

"I like your begging," I teased, "but the sooner you answer my question, the sooner you can finish what you started and the sooner you can come yourself."

"Fine," she sighed, "but can you turn that thing off?"

"Sure," I shrugged, as if it was not a big deal.

"There is a group of us that sometimes get together to play," she admitted.

"Who?" I asked, dying to know all the secrets of the filthy rich and slutty.

"A variety of different women."

"Name one," I pushed.

"I can't," she refused, her eyes giving away her fear of consequence.

"Just one, and you can finish what you are currently craving," I teased, my finger slipping inside my wet cunt.

"Fine," she said again, clearly a common word in her vocabulary that definitely didn't mean 'fine' at all. "June Neilsen."

"Katrina's mother?" I asked.

"Yes," she admitted, deflated.

"Delicious," I mused to know one in particular. "Speaking of delicious, get back to work my pet MILF."

I reached for her hair and slowly pulled her back into my gourmet dish.

She savoured my buffet of flavor as she eagerly lapped my pussy, clearly desperate to get me off quick. She went directly to my clit and swirled her tongue around it as she sucked it into her mouth. Instantly, I was close and I grabbed her head, pulled her in and began rubbing my pussy all over her pretty face. A minute later, I was flooding my juices all over Olivia's MILF mother as I came harder than I can ever recall. Maybe it was the power I knew I had over her now, maybe it was knowing that by fucking her face I was fucking Olivia's, maybe it was the building tension inside since I saw Mother used as a submissive slut or maybe I was just fucking horny. 

Once spent, I pulled my Iphone back out and took a picture of the humiliated MILF, her make-up a mess that screamed 'I just ate pussy'.  I demanded, "Now lay on your back and come for your Mistress."

"Please, no," she again begged, as if this was a negotiation.

"Now, slut!" I demanded.

She nervously, pulled down her pantyhose and knickers and began frigging herself. She closed her eyes and I began taping again. In seconds her last signs of dignity faded as her moans and desire to come took over her body. It was easily the most dignified orgasm ever as she bit her lip and let out a lengthy whimper, clearly trying not to scream like her body desperately wanted to.




Catching Mommy: Blackmailing a MILF



Once she was done, still on her back in her own home, I explained, "I own you now, Mrs. Phillips. You are my slut. If you obey all my orders, I won't upload this quaint little video of you onto the Internet. Is that understood?"

"Yes," she replied defeated, before adding, "Please, is there any way we can work something out?"

"No, slave. I have already laid out the conditions of our relationship. This is not a negotiation. You have no leverage. Now, from now on, I expect you to only wear stockings, none of this pantyhose crap. If I want access to that cunt of yours it better be readily available, is that clear, slut?"

"Yes," she agreed, tears again beginning to roll down her cheeks.

"Yes, what?" I asked, pushing her further into the submissive role I planned to use her for.

"Yes, Mistress," she announced, after a brief pause.

"Good girl," I replied, condescendingly. I wrote my e-mail address on a piece of paper and instructed, "You will create an e-mail address for me to contact you, using your real name. You will e-mail me this new address by 8PM tonight. You will check it regularly. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress," she agreed.

Looking at the clock, I realized I had to leave. I finished with, "Your daughter will be home soon. You may want to clean up. Your face is a mess, it screams I-am-a-lesbian-dyke-who- just-ate-cunt, which, of course, you just did."

I left her alone to reflect on how her entire life just radically changed in less than an hour. In my car, driving home, I smiled knowing that this was only the beginning. 

The End 4 Now...

Coming Soon: Catching Mommy: Creating a Slut



Catching Mommy: Creating a Slut



Summary: An 18-year-old begins controlling her arch-enemy's MILF Mom.

Note 1: A great, big, super thanks goes to great Estragon for his dedicated copy-editing.

Note 2: Another thanks goes to Goamz86, LaRascasse and MAB7991 for plot suggestions.

Note 3: Lastly, a thank you to all my readers who voted, and left comments for this story so far.

Note 4: Because two of the characters are English I will sometimes use English words like arse (for ass...it sounds so much dirtier), knickers (for panties...which also somehow sounds naughtier) and shag (for fuck...I just imagine the English accent and get wet).

Note 5: Although this part does not have direct incest, future incest is implied (and will come to its completion in part 4).

Catching Up! A crash course reminder of what happened previously in the Catching Mommy series:

Part 1: A Shocking Secret: An 18-year-old English girl transplanted to Boston, Victoria, stays home sick one day and accidentally learns that her proud, dignified, lawyer Mom is a submissive lesbian to another 18-year-old girl. To make matters worse her Mom's Mistress is none other than Victoria's arch-enemy. (Don't deny it, if you are a female you had one in high school too!!!)

Part 2: Blackmailing a MILF: Shocked by Olivia's attack on her mother and her disgusting attitude, Victoria decides to get revenge by blackmailing her arch-enemy's Mother and making her a lesbian sub. (They say revenge is a dish best served sweaty and hot!!!)

Catching Mommy: Creating a Good Pet

I was in my car only a few blocks from home when Olivia's red Mercedes flew past me running a stop sign. A smile crossed my face as my tit-for tat plan advanced.

Mom wasn't home yet, so I quickly checked her e-mails but there were none. Oddly, I felt a pang of disappointment at not having any new e-mail to read of Mother's sins. I logged back out and had a quick shower to wash away my sin...although truth be told I reveled in my sin.

Mom called just after I was out of the shower that she was working late and there was money to order pizza in the usual place. As soon as she hung up I wondered if she was really working late or if she was off with Olivia.

I turned my laptop on, which I had picked up on the way home from dominating Olivia's mother, and logged into my e-mail account. No e-mail from my new slut yet, but it was only five o'clock. I researched my History essay on the British impact on American foreign policy for an hour, watched a new episode of The Bachelor (man that show is accidentally funny) and was re-reading Hamlet before our Act Five test when finally my e-mail binged.

I checked the e-mail and was disappointed to see it was from Becka, a good friend from back home. I e-mailed her back that I was planning to come visit and that she should come here soon too.

Glancing at the clock, I saw it was five after eight and I was already thinking about punishments for my disobedient MILF slut when another e-mail arrived.

I clicked on the e-mail and saw it was from Mrs. Phillips

From: LPhillips

To: Victoria Jones

Time 8:04 pm Wednesday February 27, 2008

Subject: Sorry!!!

Sorry this a few minutes late. I was on the phone with my Mother and lost track of time.

L

I shook my head at her weak excuse and immediately replied.

From: Victoria Jones

To: LPhillips

Time 8:06 pm Wednesday February 27, 2008

Subject: Dumb Slut

Slut,

First of all, every time you address me you will refer to me properly and with respect.

Secondly, I do not accept excuses. You will be punished for not obeying instructions.

Third, you will change your name on your id to Slave Olivia's Mom.

Lastly, your first task, for not following instructions like a good slut, is to go downstairs and grab a cucumber (if you don't have one go and purchase one) and take a picture on your laptop cam with the green fuck-stick in your cunt. I expect the picture e-mailed to me before 10 o'clock. (The picture must include your pretty face my diva whore)

Mistress Victoria

P.S.-Of course, disobedience to this simple task will result in videos of both you and your slut daughter being broadcast on many sex websites (and the links will be sent to EVERYONE you know).

Satisfied with my response, I clicked send and waited for the e-mail of protest I expected to return. Much to my surprise it didn't arrive and a few minutes later I heard the front door open and close. I closed my laptop and went to greet her. She was just taking off her heels when I got downstairs and I greeted her. "Mom, you look exhausted."

She yawned and said, "It was a long day in court."

"Did you win?" I asked, grabbing her bag.

"The jury is still out," she said, yawning yet again.

"Did you have dinner?" I asked.

"Yes, we had food brought in while we waited and waited and waited," Mom sighed, yawning again.

"You need another foot massage, Mommy," I said, using a term of endearment I had not used in years.

She gave me an odd look, but headed to the couch. "I would love one, dear. My feet are killing me."

For the next few minutes Mom recounted her trial as I massaged her stocking-clad feet, my hands moving slyly more up her leg as I also massaged her ankle and calf. As Mom's legs opened a tad I saw the top of her lace stocking top and asked, "Mom, you wore stockings to work. Were you not worried the lace top could be seen if you sat a certain way?"

Mom jolted up and stammered, "Oh-I-I-um, oh no honey, I made sure to wear a skirt that was conservative enough."

"Ok, then, new question," I said, my hand moving slightly up her left leg. "Why stockings at work?"

She quickly replied, "Well, I noticed you wear them and thought I would try a pair myself."

I questioned her, acting as if she violated my privacy, "How did you know I wear stockings?"

"I still do your laundry." She smirked.

"Touché," I agreed, before asking, "Don't stockings make you feel sexier?"

Mom blushed as she replied, "I suppose so."

"That is why I wear them," I admitted. "I feel sexier when I have them on and I know I get more looks from men and women."

"Women?" she questioned, clearly surprised.

"Mom, it is 2008, if you are not bi you are not popular," I joked.

"You're bi?" she asked, her head clearly spinning.

Suddenly acting shy and innocent, I said, "Well, if truth be told, I think I am a lesbian," planting seed after seed. Mom was speechless so I admitted, lying, even as my hands moved up to her calf, "Although I have never been with a girl, I just know I want to."

"Y-y-you do?" she asked, her head I imagine spinning with opportunity based on her orders from Olivia.

"Yes, desperately, it is all I think about. The worst part is the girl I have been crushing on is my worst enemy at school," I sighed, "but I still can't get her out of my mind, even when she belittles me over and over. Oddly, somehow her belittling makes me want her more. Does that make any sense?"

"Oh honey, your Father and I had a love-hate relationship, so I know exactly what you are talking about," she answered, but I noticed her head was spinning with my revelations.

"But I really hate this girl, yet I can't get her out of my mind. She is my polar opposite. A rich, stuck-up bitch that thinks the world revolves around her," I complained.

Mom pointed out, "Girls like that are often hiding behind their insecurities as a defense mechanism."

"Really?" I said, before going in for the kill. "Well, I can't imagine Olivia Phillips being insecure. She is a perfect ten body wise and has Hollywood looks."

Mom's face went pale as I revealed the name of her Mistress.

I asked, "Are you ok, Mom? It looks like you just saw a ghost."

She stammered, trying to regain control of her emotions. "W-w-what is her name?"

"Olivia Phillips," I repeated. "I have told you about her. She is the bitch always giving me a hard time."

Mom stood up suddenly, clearly trying to come to grips with all the information I was shooting at her.

I added, "Even though I hate her and everything she stands for , there is just something about her I can't explain. But she is not a lesbian."

Mom paused for a moment before turning back towards me. "How do you know?" Mom asked, suddenly attempting to assist her Mistress in seducing her own daughter.

"A girl just knows," I replied, leading Mom with a juicy carrot.

"Oh," Mom paused, "I don't think you can ever tell."

"Really?" I asked, playing innocent.

"Well, before this conversation I had no idea my daughter might be gay," she pointed out. I was so impressed with how quickly Mom recovered, clearly the lawyer in her was coming out.

"Touché," I responded and joked, dangling another carrot, "Now what would be crazy was if you were a lesbian."

Mom`s face went red again, but she again recovered quickly. "I can't believe you would say that."

"It was a joke, Mom. There is no way in a million years anyone would think you were a lesbian," I said, trying to comfort her.

"Why?" she asked, "Am I too old?"

I stood up, pulled her into a hug and comforted, "No, Mom, you are not too old. You are as beautiful as you ever have been."

"Thanks, honey," she replied, weakening in my arms. "I don't know what came over me. I am really overtired and stressed about the case I guess."

"Actually," I added, my flirting subtle but setting another seed, "If you weren't my mom I would have a crush on you."

"Oh my," Mom replied, surprised by my flirting and my hand now resting firmly on her ass.

"It's ok, Mom," I said, "You should get some rest."

"Agreed," she confirmed and headed up to her room. She stopped at the stairs and said, "By the way sweetheart, I am fine with your sexual preference and if you ever need to talk about it, I am always here."

"I know, Mom, I know," I replied, waving her off to her room.

Smiling, I returned to my room to check my e-mail. I was pleasantly surprised to see an e-mail from her, under her new name, and an attachment.

I clicked on the e-mail.

From: SlaveOliviasMom

To: Victoria Jones

Time9:55:54 pm Wednesday February 27, 2008

Subject: Completion of Task

Dear Mistress,

I obeyed your command as ordered.

Slave Olivia's Mom

PS: Sorry that it is a video, but I do not know how to take pictures on this computer, but I do know how to make a video.

I smiled thinking of all the things I could do with her and a web camera. I clicked on the small video file and watched a semi-dressed MILF shove a cucumber of medium size in her cunt. She never makes eye contact with the camera, but it is obviously she.

I saved the file and e-mailed her back.

From: Victoria Jones

To: SlaveOliviasMom

Time10:04:33 pm Wednesday February 27, 2008

Subject: Re: Completion of TasK

My slut,

You did very well. I am happy with my pet MILF. Starting tomorrow you will not wear panties anymore and you will wear stockings at all times (not pantyhose) so if I am in a hurry and want access to your box I won't be slowed down.

Also, I will be over after school again to start your training.

Mistress Victoria.

Horny as hell, I considered just going to Mom's room and sitting on her face, but incest was something I wasn't quite ready for. I pulled open the Literotica website and read a few stories including 'Mommy: Becoming My Daughter's Slut' which seemed similar to my mother and me. Grabbing a toy, I shagged myself to a frenzy as I fantasized making Mommy mine. When horny, it was an intoxicating idea that I wanted to do ASAP, but once I had come and was not thinking with my cunt, the repercussions worried me.

THURSDAY

After Mom left for work the next day, I scurried to her computer like mouse to cheese, craving more information.

Surprisingly, there was no e-mail from Olivia. Searching the sent e-mails I did find one sent from Mom to Olivia last night.

From: Slut Sarah

To: Mistress Olivia

Time: 10:07 pm Wednesday February 27, 2008

Subject: A Major Development

Dear Mistress,

I have BIG news....can we chat?

Slut Kate

(Closer to accomplishing your order)

A smile crossed my face as I realized that my Mom was indeed planning to seduce me. I searched her folder and found a transcript from last night. I opened it and read:

Olivia: Slut, this had better be important; I have not had a good day.

Sarah: I am sorry to hear that, Mistress.

Olivia: What fucking news to you have for me.

Sarah: Victoria has a crush on you.

Olivia: She does? How do you know?

Sarah: She told me so tonight when also admitted she thinks she is gay, although she has never actually had a real experience to base it on.

Olivia: Well, well, well...

Sarah: And I think she flirted with me.

Olivia: What?

Sarah: Her hand lingered on my ass way too long and when she was massaging my feet it just seemed more than just a massage and she complimented me by saying if I wasn't her Mother she would be into me.

Olivia: Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! This is too good to be true.

Sarah: What do I do now, Mistress?

Olivia: Flirt back...you know she is a dyke wannabe...just like her whore Mother.

Sarah: Yes, Mistress.

Olivia: I want her ready to please me by Saturday.

Sarah: This Saturday.

Olivia: Yes.

Sarah: Oh my that is not much time.

Olivia: Is there a problem?

Sarah: No, Mistress, I will make it happen somehow.

Olivia: Good slut. Be good and you will be rewarded.

Sarah: Yes, Mistress.

Olivia: But I am tired and going to go to bed. You are to keep that butt plug in your fat ass of yours until your daughter takes it out...is that understood?

Sarah: Yes, Mistress. But won't it fall out?

Olivia: Of your fat ass?

Sarah:?

Olivia: Fine, you can wear panties this one time.

Olivia: Good night, slut.

Sarah: Good night, Mistress.

I logged out of mom's computer and took a cold shower. At school, as expected, the smug look on Olivia's face was intolerable and yet amusing. She was so confident she was playing me and yet had no idea that it was the other way around.

Once school was done, I quickly drove over to Olivia's house and was greeted by my new pet. I said condescendingly, "I didn't know you knew how to open your door by yourself."

"I sent Sandrine out," the nervous MILF explained.

"Eager to continue your training are you?" I smiled, walking past her and into her house.

She closed the door and asked, still praying for a change of heart, "Can't we work something out?"

I smiled, "Oh I have a very lengthy plan already worked out my slut."

She winched slightly at the derogatory name as I walked past her. She let out a sigh that implied she wasn't happy but had reluctantly accepted her predicament.

I turned and ordered, "Show me your stockings, whore."

Her face went red with an anger she impressively controlled before lifting up her flower print dress and showing she had obeyed my instructions with a pair of lace top tan stockings.

"You are such a good girl," I purred, like I was talking to a puppy that had just done a trick.

"Thanks, Mistress," she replied, even though it obviously was eating her alive to be treated so disrespectfully, especially in her own home.

I smiled, knowing even though her facial expressions and tone implied she was strong and upright, the reality was the fact that she had allowed me into her home and sent out her maid spoke volumes...she was mine. I asked, "When was the last time you shagged your husband?"

"Shag?" she asked.

I sighed, still getting used to American language. "Shag means fuck. When did you last fuck your husband?"

"Last night," she admitted, avoiding eye contact.

"Interesting," I mused, before adding, "submitting to me got you that horny, did it?"

"No," she defiantly replied, but the redness on her face told the truth.

"Are you lying to me?" I questioned, my tone shifting enough to show I did not like being lied to.

"I-um-sorry," she stammered, startled by my tone.

"Do not ever lie to me again or else," I threatened.

"Yes, Mistress," she quickly responded, fearing my threatened wrath.

"Good pet," I again purred, my tone instantly changing from angry to tender.

"So why did you shag him?" I asked.

"I was horny," she admitted, still not making eye contact with me.

"Why?" I questioned, already knowing the answer.

"I don't know," she whispered, her shame obvious.

"I think you do," I said, asking, "What were you thinking about while his cock was in you?"

"You," she whispered, almost inaudibly.

"Me?" I asked, feigning surprise.

"Yes," she repeated, slightly louder.

"And what about?" I asked, trying to delve deeper and build on the mother's obvious shame.

"Submitting to you got me unable to think straight," she admitted.

"Why?"

"I can't explain it. I am usually in charge of everything I do in life including my sexual encounters," she explained, trying to rationalize it to herself as she explained it to me.

"Yet, even though you tried to deny it in your head, your cunt said otherwise didn't it?" I replied, smugly.

"I guess," she admitted.

"Let's go upstairs," I instructed, turning and going up her stairs.

She followed me as I sauntered up to her room as if this was my house. I instantly sat on the edge of her bed and ordered, "Crawl to me, my pet."

She paused only briefly before dropping to her stocking-clad knees and crawled over to me. Once at my feet, in front of her bed, I ordered, "Take off my heels, Mommy."

Adding the word 'Mommy' was for my own naughty play as I imagined making my real mother my pet soon. After all, if one is good, two is better.

She obeyed.

"Lick my soles," I instructed, my left foot going to her lips.

Like the obedient pet she was quickly becoming, I felt her tongue slowly lick the bottom of my foot.

After a minute, I offered her my other foot and she replicated the focused gentle licking.

A minute later, I asked, "Do you want to taste your Mistress's pussy, my dyke?"

No hesitation this time as she answered, "Yes, Mistress."

"Eat away," I offered, lifting my ass up to pull up my dress. I opened my legs, revealing my shaved pussy to the hungry MILF.

Again there was no hesitation as she leaned up and dove into my cunt. It was amazing how someone so dignified and self-righteous in public could simply be a submissive dyke underneath that pretentious façade. It was also amazing how good a cunt licker she was. Her tongue teased and pleased my clit like no one else ever had. She had my cunt on fire in seconds and licked me with such expertise I was in awe of her. I closed my eyes and moaned, "Yes Mommy, lick my cunt," again imagining it was not my arch-enemy's mother between my legs, but my own.

The twisted fantasy, mixed with the aggressive pleasing of the pretty MILF had me on the brink in a few minutes. Grabbing her perfect hair, I pulled her into my cunt and bucked my hips up and down, literally fucking her face. To her credit, she continued licking, even as she struggled to breathe.




Catching Mommy: Creating a Slut



I screamed as I creamed, "Fuuuuuuuck, Mommy slut, I am comiiiiiiiing." My cum exploded out of my cunt as I vibrated from the euphoria my new pet brought me.

The intense pleasure made me weak, so I let go of my slut's head and collapsed back onto her bed. To my surprise, my hungry slut continued licking my cunt, seemingly unable to get enough of my perfect nectar.

Her concentrated assault on my cunt had me suddenly having to pee and I pushed her away and rushed to the bathroom.

To my surprise, when I returned from tinkling, my MILF sub was still on her knees on the floor. 'What a good pet' I thought to myself.

I complimented my pet. "Fuck you have an amazing tongue."

"Thank you, Mistress," she replied, a slight beaming in her tone at the compliment.

"I will be skipping class tomorrow afternoon, I expect June to be over here tomorrow as well, is that clear?" I asked.

Her eagerness faded as her face went white. "But I thought this would be our secret if I was a good girl."

"Well, you already munch her cunt anyway, so I might as well get a piece of her too." I shrugged.

"I am not sure I will be able to get her here, she is a busy woman," Mrs. Phillips replied, clearly desperate to avoid my instructions.

"That is your problem," I countered, "unless you want those videos released."

She sighed, knowing she was defeated.

"And don't you dare come until you fulfill this task and I give you permission tomorrow," I added, giving her a look that implied don't-you-dare-question-me.

"Understood, Mistress," she replied, again showing her true submissiveness.

"Good pet and make sure your whole Saturday evening is free," I said, walking over to her, patted her on the head and walked out leaving her on her knees, horny and rattled.

As I drove home I smiled, knowing my plans were coming perfectly into place. On Saturday, as Olivia prepared to play me, I was going to play her.

The End 4 Now....

Coming Soon: Catching Mommy: Daughter Domme



Catching Mommy: Daughter Domme



Catching Mommy: Daughter Domme

Summary: An 18-year-old makes her Mom her submissive.

Note 1: A great, big, super thanks goes to great Estragon for his dedicated copy-editing.

Note 2: Another thanks goes to Goamz86, LaRascasse and MAB7991 for plot suggestions.

Note 3: Lastly, a thank you to all my readers who voted, and left comments for this story so far.

Note 4: Because two of the characters are English I will sometimes use English words like arse (for ass...it sounds so much dirtier), knickers (for panties...which also somehow sounds naughtier), shag (for fuck...I just imagine the English accent and get wet), slag (for slut...which I think sounds so much worse), snog (for kiss...which I find hard to say with a straight face) and bugger (for fuck...also makes sex sound dirtier).

Catching Up! A crash course reminder of what happened previously in the Catching Mommy series:

Part 1: A Shocking Secret: An 18-year-old English girl transplanted to Boston, Victoria, stays home sick one day and accidentally learns that her proud, dignified, lawyer Mom is a submissive lesbian to another 18-year-old girl. To make matters worse her Mom's Mistress is none other than Victoria's arch-enemy. (Don't deny it, if you are a female you had one in high school too!!!)

Part 2: Blackmailing a MILF: Shocked by Olivia's attack on her mother and her disgusting attitude, Victoria decides to get revenge by blackmailing her arch-enemy's Mother and making her a lesbian sub. (They say revenge is a dish best served sweaty and hot!!!)

Part 3: Creating a Good Pet: Victoria announces to her Mom she is a lesbian, as she begins to set up her Mother for the inevitable seduction. Meanwhile, her Mom begins her own plan to seduce her daughter. Lastly, Victoria continues the training of her new pet...her arch-enemy's mother and her own mother's Mistress.

Catching Mommy: Daughter Domme

I arrived home and was disappointed to see Mom was not home yet, even though that was her usual norm.

I texted Mom, asking if she would be home for supper and she texted back she would be home around 6:30. I quickly texted back that I would make supper. I poured some wine, trying to assist my mother in her seduction of me.

Supper was made and everything was ready when Mom got home a few minutes late.

As she closed the door, she called out, "Sorry, honey, traffic was a bitch."

"No problem Mom," I called back, walking out of the kitchen and giving her a glass of wine.

"Oh my," she smiled, "how did you know?"

"Call it a hunch," I shrugged.

She took the wine. "You always have great hunches."

I agreed. "I am pretty much perfect."

"Yes, you are," Mom laughed, flipping out of her heels, giving me a good look at her perfectly manicured stocking-clad toes.

I looked down, attempting to be obvious, before looking back up. "Hungry?"

"Famished," she replied, moving towards the kitchen.

I ordered, my tone just slightly authoritative, "Sit down, Mommy. I am here to serve you tonight." The innuendo was as obvious as humanly possible.

I could tell her head was spinning as her face went slightly flushed. She sat down with a slight wince.

"You ok?" I asked, knowing exactly why she winced; obviously the butt plug was still in her arse.

I brought her a plate and topped up her wine, which she had already had half finished.

"Thank you, my dear," Mom graciously said.

"Anything for my Mommy," I countered, my hand lingering briefly on her shoulder.

I sat across from her and we ate and chatted about work and school. It wasn't till we were having dessert, both on our third, very full, glass of wine, that Mom opened the door to my seduction. "So, did you see that girl today?"

"What girl?" I asked, playing dumb.

"That Olivia girl," she replied, pretending she had no idea who Olivia was.

"Yes," I admitted.

"Did she say anything to you?" she asked.

"No, but she gave me a really smug look. It was really strange, as if she knew something," I said, playing my Mom as she tried to play me.

"That is strange," Mom replied, her facial expression giving away that she knew exactly why Olivia looked so smug.

"I know," I said. "Half of me wants to punch her in the face, the other half wants to have her sit on my face."

Mom gasped, "Victoria!"

"Sorry," I shrugged," this wine is shutting down my inhibitions, it seems."

Mom laughed, "Well, you are an adult now, I guess I should start treating you as one."

Standing up and walking to her, I said, "Thanks Mom." I grabbed her hand and pulled her up. "You clearly need a foot massage."

"Always," she answered, now looking me in the eyes. I could see her trepidation, her eagerness to push along with her task given by her Mistress, yet I could also see her insecurity.

I pulled her along to the couch and playfully pushed her on the couch, before falling on top of her, my left hand landing firmly on her breast. She let out a loud yelp as the plug in her ass reached new depths as I stammered, pretending it was an accident, "S-s-s-sorry, Mom."

"It was an accident," Mom smiled back, clearly not embarrassed by being felt up by her daughter.

"Of course it was," I agreed, even though my tone was playfully saying the opposite, as I moved beside her. I took her stocking-clad foot in my hand and began massaging it. As I did, I pretended to ask for advice. "So Mom, how would you deal with my situation?"

Mom was quiet for a bit before she answered. "Well, you need to talk to her one on one. You need to confront her about how she has treated you in the past and how it makes you feel. "

"I have to admit that her treating me like a slag somehow makes me want to snog with her?" I asked incredulously.

"Well, I wouldn't start with that." Mom smiled. "But only by accepting who you are and what makes you tick will you find true happiness."

"Mom have you been reading Chinese fortune cookies?" I quipped.

"I am serious," she said, determined to make her point, even though I knew she was really rationalizing to herself how she became the lesbian slag she had become. "It has taken me many years to accept who I am and what makes me tick."

"And what is that?" I questioned, as my hand began massaging her calf.

Her face went red, as she answered, "That is not the point."

"Mom, if I am going to be honest with you, then I need you to be honest back," I argued.

"But I am your mother," she rationalized.

"And I am your daughter. We are all the family we have, there should be no secrets," I countered.

A long silence lingered as I continued to massage her calf. Finally, she said, "Honey, the truth will surprise you."

"More than me telling you I think I am a dyke?"

"Yes," she admitted.

"No way," I gasped, acting shocked. "What dark, dirty secrets could you possibly have in your closet?"

She sat up and took my hands in hers. She took a deep breath, looked me in the eye and said, "Victoria, I am a lesbian."

"Bugger off," I responded.

"I'm serious," she said, her face showing her utter nervousness.

I paused briefly, and looking into her eyes saw so much: insecurity, trepidation and something I couldn't explain. I finally said, "You are serious."

"Yes," she whispered, "but there is more."

"I am submissive," she admitted.

"Now I know you are fucking with me," I responded. "You are way too confident to be submissive."

"That is exactly the point," she shot back with.

"How so?"

"Well," she began, "My job is very stressful and I always have to be in charge. Yet, in the bedroom, I like to just let go and allow someone else to be in control."

"I can't believe it," I whispered back, acting shocked.

"So what does being submissive entail?" I asked.

"That is a complicated question," Mom replied, clearly not wanting to go any deeper into her secrets.

"Well, I would never be submissive I don't think," I said.

"I don't know," Mom said, trying to manipulate me. "You are a lot like me."

"I suppose," I pondered thoughtfully, knowing I was far from submissive. "Give me an example of what being a submissive means in the bedroom."

Again a long silence lingered.

Trying to move this seduction along, I said, "Mom, you look more stressed than usual. You clearly need a back massage."

Mom considered the offer, before saying, "I don't think so."

I stood up and pulled her up. "That is an order."

"Excuse me?" she questioned, her tone her usual motherly questioning self when I had crossed the line.

"Well you said you need to let go and have decisions made for you. I am making one for you. You need a massage," I said confidently, pulling her up the stairs.

After a brief moment where time seemed to stand still, Mom, like the submissive she was, actually followed behind me and into her room.

Once in her room, I ordered not bossy but in control, "Lie down, Mommy."

She gave one last skeptical look before going to her bed and lying on her belly. Not wanting her to have any second thoughts, I quickly climbed on top of her and began to massage her shoulders. "Wow Mom, your body is super tight. You are clearly super stressed. What is causing all this tension, Mom?" I smirked to myself, as I knew exactly what was causing all that tension.

"Just work," she lied.

"Nothing else?" I questioned. "Problems with your Mistress?" After I said it, I froze, realizing she had not yet mentioned that piece of information to me.

"Pardon?" she asked, her shoulders instantly tensing back up.

I covered, "Oh sorry, I was just being facetious."

She let her guard back down with an awkward chuckle. I remained silent for the next few minutes as I slowly moved lower down her back. When I reached her ass I calmly lifted her dress up before Mom had a chance to react.

"Victoria please no," she said alarmed as my hands began to caress her panty-clad ass, the butt plug outline obvious.

"It's ok, Mommy," I replied, explaining, "where the back meets the ass needs to be worked over too."

"But...." She began.

"No buts," I cut her off, before giggling, "No buts...that is funny since I am massaging yours."

She sighed, again clearly tight again, but after a minute she said, "Victoria I need to tell you something."

"What is left?" I questioned, "Are we not yet out of secrets?"

"I do have a Mistress," she finally admitted.

"No way," I faked shock.

"And she is a very powerful woman," Mom continued, ignoring my shock.

"How so?" I asked.

"She is very manipulative and impossible to say no to," she tried to explain.

"I find that hard to believe," I pushed.

There was a brief pause before Mom finally revealed, "She wants you."

"What?" I gasped.

"Please let me get up so we can have a normal conversation," Mom requested.

I began to move but purposely stumbled so my hand fell directly on the butt plug. Mom froze. I said, "Um Mom, there is something in your ass."

"I know," Mom replied, mortified before adding, "My Mistress made me wear it."

"Why?" I asked, moving off her.

"To punish me," she admitted, as she slowly turned around to face me.

"Punish you, why?" I questioned, enjoying watching Mom struggle.

"Because I had not fulfilled an order," she said, unable to make eye contact with me.

"What would that be?" I asked, my tone implying this was absurd.

Still avoiding eye contact, Mom said, "You will hate me."

"I will never hate you," I replied, suddenly feeling guilty for playing with her this way. I took her hand in mine and added, "You can tell me anything, Mom."

"I am...I am...I am supposed...I am," she was unable to say it, never mind accomplish the crazy task she had been instructed to complete.

Tears streamed down her face and my heart broke. Deciding it was time to come clean myself and assist my mother in accomplishing her task, I put my hands on her cheeks and made her look at me.

Looking at her face all messy with a mixture of tears and make-up I realized just how much I loved my Mom. Not just like a mother-daughter, but also much deeper. With that in mind I crossed the invisible barrier we had both been approaching, yet avoiding, for a few days. I leaned in and kissed her.

She sat there frozen as I plastered her lips with kisses until finally she opened her mouth just enough for my tongue to slip inside. She briefly kissed me back before breaking the kiss and saying, "Victoria, this is wrong."

"Mom, I know everything," I admitted.

Her face went pale. "What do you mean?"

"Your task is to have me ready to serve her on Saturday," I revealed.

"But how?" she asked, confused.

I ignored the question before adding, "I also know who your Mistress is."

"Oh my God Victoria, I am so sorry," Mom said, her face horrified.

"It is ok, Mommy," I smiled, before going in for the kill. "But if my wonderful beautiful Mommy is going to be a submissive slut for an eighteen year old, it isn't going to be for that bitch Olivia."

I moved closer, my intent obvious.

"But, I...."

I put my finger to her lips. "Shut up, Mommy. Starting now, I am your Mistress, is that understood?"

I moved my finger away and watched my bewildered Mom try and process all this information. "Victoria, I am a horrible mother."

"Stop!" I barked, startling her. My tone instantly shifted back to normal as I said, "Don't you dare say that. You are a submissive slut, Mommy and you need someone to protect you."

She just stared at me, shocked by my controlling manner.

I continued, "Olivia won't protect you, she will eventually end your career as she is a ruthless, scheming shit-ass bitch. But don't worry I have already started our revenge plan."

"Revenge," she repeated, unable to keep up with all my revelations.

"Yes, but I will explain all that later," I said, pushing my Mother into her back. "Now, we start your training."

Her eyes went wide as I straddled her face and lowered my sopping wet pussy on Mom's shocked face. Time stood still as my pussy lingered over my confined Mom and she didn't do as I expected she would....submit.

I leaned back with my left hand, slipped my hand inside her underwear and felt Mom's cunt. I said, "Oh my Mommy, your cunt is dripping wet. Is it because you want to fuck your daughter, Mommy?"

I began tapping on her clit with my finger as I pushed her on. "Go ahead, Mommy, lick your daughter's cunt." I continued teasing her swollen clit until the inevitable happened...Mom began licking my pussy.

I moaned on contact. "Hmmmm, good Mommy, lick your baby's cunt."

Like most dykes who had licked my sweetness, after a couple of quick licks, Mom shifted from tentative to eager. I quit teasing Mom's clit and leaned back up to focus on the pleasure Mom was giving me.

Although I had already came earlier today from Olivia's dyke mom, having my own mother lick my box had me revved up very quickly. After less than five minutes of Mom's eager tongue pleasuring my twat, I felt my orgasm building and I lowered myself and began rubbing my cunt on Mom's face. Mom continued licking as I fucked her face until I exploded my juices all over her face. Mom continued licking hungrily her daughter's juices as my orgasm flowed out of me. Finally spent, I rolled off my submissive mother and onto my side.

Silence lingered as I looked at my Mom, her face glistening with my cum...her daughter's cum.

Mom finally turned to face me. Her eyes spoke volumes, even though she remained speechless. I saw her anxiety, I saw her uncertainty and I saw her eagerness to be accepted. I leaned in and kissed her. Unlike last time, she kissed me back allowing our tongues to explore every crevice of each other.

I finally broke the kiss and before she could speak, I explained everything. How I caught her in the act, how I snooped through her computer and how I made Olivia's mother my submissive.

Mom listened intently, her facial expression changing from embarrassed, to horrified, to angry as I spoke.

Finally, speaking for the first time since I had made her eat me, she said, "We can't do this."

"Do what?" I asked, unsure what she meant.

"We can't have sex," she said.

"We already did," I pointed out.

"But it is incest," she said.

"So?" I shrugged. "Did you not enjoy eating your daughter's cunt?" I asked bluntly.

"Please don't speak like that," she said.

I said with attitude. "Oh Mommy, I have heard you say so much worse, so don't you dare be all high and mighty."

"That is not what I meant." Mom tried to defend herself.

"Stop!" I ordered.

She froze, startled by my tone.

"Don't you dare! You were the one trying to make me a submissive to your Mistress," I pointed out.

"But...."

"Look Mother," I said laying down the ground rules. "You were sloppy and have got yourself in a shit load of trouble and I have to fix it. The price you must pay is obedience to me...which shouldn't be too difficult based on all the slut things you did for your bitch of a Mistress."

The look on her face was as if I had just slapped her across the face.

"I am now your Mistress. Do you understand?" I said.

There was a lengthy silence before she whispered, "Yes."

"Yes, what?" I pushed.

"Yes, Mistress," my mother acknowledged finally.

"Good, slut," I replied, my hand going to her pussy. "You are still very wet. Does being your daughter's sub turn you on?"

Her face went flushed and I could tell the answer was yes.

"Do you want to come?" I asked, my finger gently tracing her pussy lips.

She moaned, "Yeeeeeees."

"Ask permission," I ordered.

"Can I come, Mistress Victoria?" she moaned, closing her eyes as my fingers teased her.

Unable to resist, I moved between her legs and tasted my Mom's wet cunt. As soon as my tongue touched her pussy, she moaned. After a minute or two she surprised me, "Oh yes, lick me, lick Mommy's cunt."

I purred, as her breathing got heavier, "You want your daughter to get you off, Mommy?"

"Oh God yes, Mistress. Make Mommy your slut," she moaned, her Mommy filter disappearing completely as soon as her pussy was hot.

I slid two fingers in Mom's cunt and quickly searched for her g-spot. In seconds I found it as Mom's legs stiffened and she screamed, "Fuuuuuuuuck, baby, you are making Mommy commmmmmmmme."

I kept pressure on her clit throughout Mom's entire orgasm. Once spent, I pulled my fingers out of my Mom's cunt and sucked her juices off my fingers.

"You taste delicious, Mommy," I complimented her.

"As did you," Mom replied, seemingly accepting the power shift in the house.

"Roll over Mommy," I ordered.

"Honey, I have nothing left," she answered.

"Now!" I snapped.

She quickly obeyed.

I asked my tone again calm. "Don't you want this plug out of your arse?"

"Oh God yes," she admitted, relieved.

I pulled it out and gasped. "Holy shit Mom, how could you take this in your arse?"

She rolled back over, her face red. "I don't know."

"I have never had anything in my arse," I admitted. "Does it feel good?"

"After you get used to it," Mom answered, before adding, "then it adds another dimension."

"Interesting," I pondered, thinking it was something I would have to try one day. Standing up, I said, "Get dressed, Mommy, we have an e-mail to write. It is time to turn the tables on Olivia."

Mom sat up and said with concern, "Be careful Victoria, Olivia is not one to lose."

"Neither am I Mommy, neither am I," I replied, confident in my plan.

The End 4 Now...

Coming In 2013: Catching Mommy: Evening the Score



Catching Mommy: Housewife Lesbians



Summary: An 18-year-old dommes two rich MILF bitches.

Note 1: A great, big, super thanks goes to MAB7991 for his dedicated copy-editing.

Note 2: Another thanks goes to Goamz86, LaRascasse and MAB7991 for plot suggestions earlier in the series.

Note 3: Lastly, a thank you to all my readers who voted, and left comments for this story so far.

Note 4: Because two of the characters are English I will sometimes use English words like arse (for ass...it sounds so much dirtier), knickers (for panties...which also somehow sounds naughtier), shag (for fuck...I just imagine the English accent and get wet), slag (for slut...which I think sounds so much worse), snog (for kiss...which I find hard to say with a straight face), bugger (for fuck...also makes sex sound dirtier), rodgering (for arse fucking which again is nasty as hell).

Catching Up! A crash course reminder of what happened previously in the Catching Mommy series:

Part 1: A Shocking Secret: An 18-year-old English girl transplanted to Boston, Victoria, stays home sick one day and accidentally learns that her proud, dignified, lawyer Mom is a submissive lesbian to another 18-year-old girl. To make matters worse her Mom's Mistress is none other than Victoria's arch-enemy. (Don't deny it, if you are a female you had one in high school too!!!)

Part 2: Blackmailing a MILF: Shocked by Olivia's attack on her mother and her disgusting attitude, Victoria decides to get revenge by blackmailing her arch-enemy's Mother and making her a lesbian sub. (They say revenge is a dish best served sweaty and hot!!!)

Part 3: Creating a Slut: Victoria announces to her Mom she is a lesbian, as she begins to set up her Mother for the inevitable seduction. Meanwhile, her Mom begins her own plan to seduce her daughter. Lastly, Victoria continues the training of her new pet...her arch enemy's Mother and her own mother's Mistress.

Part 4: Daughter's Domme: Victoria confronts her mother about her dark secret and makes her Mother her personal submissive.

Catching Mommy: Housewife Lesbians

After a long shower where I replayed the final seduction of my mother, I smiled at how successful it had been. I then shifted my focus to the next part of my master plan...to seduce Olivia. I got out of the shower, tossed on a robe and went to mom's room with an idea of emailing Olivia while pretending to be my Mom but was surprised to see she was already on her computer sitting in the middle of her bed. As soon as she saw me enter the room, she quickly closed her computer, her red cheeks screaming guilty.

I asked, "What are you doing, Mommy?"

"N-n-nothing," she stammered.

"Open your computer," I ordered.

"Honey, no it's nothing," my mom started.

"Then you won't mind me taking a look," I said, grabbing her laptop from her.

"Please, don't, I can't help it," my mother pleaded, tears welling in her eyes.

"Can't help what?" I asked as I opened the laptop.

"I am too weak to disobey her, Victoria," she admitted, tears now freely falling down her face.

The laptop screen came back on, and she was in her e-mail. Even after all the things I had recently learned about my mother and the fact that we had just had sex, I couldn't believe she would betray me.

From: Slut Sarah

To: Mistress Olivia

Time: 10:33 pm Thursday February 28, 2008

Subject: Task Accomplished

Dear Mistress,

I did it!!! I fucked Victoria. I will be on chat to give you all the details.

Your obedient Slut Kate

"You emailed this?" I questioned, shocked.

"Yes," she sheepishly admitted.

"Why?" I asked, staring at the words and noticing the three exclamation points that implied she was proud of her accomplishment.

"I need her approval," she answered.

"What?" I gasped.

"I can't help it. Once you went to shower my only thought was I had to tell Olivia," she explained. "I argued with myself at how wrong it was to do such a thing, but my body was already moving up the stairs and to my room."

"But I thought we agreed that we were going to stop her?" I said.

"I know," she sighed, "but I...."

"Stop!" I snapped.

She obeyed, becoming silent and ending her feeble attempts to justify her actions.

"I can't believe you sent this. You just gave her more power," I ranted.

A ding sound from her computer told me mom had a message.

I opened the chat window and read Olivia's response to mom's email.

Olivia: You seduced your daughter, slut? Details NOW!!!

I stared at the demand made by the pretentious bitch. Anger rose in me instantly and I wasn't even thinking when I typed back.

Sarah: Yes, Mistress! It was crazy.

Olivia: Details slut!!!

I briefly pondered what to tell her, my pussy beginning to tingle at the thought of making Olivia my slut. I glanced to Mom who looked petrified at what I may do next, a mixture of guilt and anxiety.

Sarah: She came home upset and she told me her crush, you, didn't like her.

Olivia: And...

Sarah: I offered her a massage to relax her, which she reluctantly agreed to.

Looking at mom fretting, I snapped my fingers and pointed to my cunt. Mom sheepishly moved between my legs as I continued typing.

Olivia: And...I am losing patience.

Sarah: Sorry, she is between my legs right now as I type this.

Olivia: OMG! You slut.

Sarah: Thank you, Mistress. I did it all for you.

Olivia: Continue on.

Sarah: So after a lengthy massage, I suggested she get undressed so I could do a better job. She was shy at first, but with a little coaxing she got undressed.

Olivia: Nice.

Sarah: Thank you. I continued the massage focusing on her lower back before I began caressing her ass. She tensed up a bit but didn't say anything so I moved lower. When I parted her legs she let me. I could smell her scent and I purred, 'Let Mommy take care of you, my princess'. She then let out the softest of whimpers as my finger touched her wetness.

Olivia: She is as big a slut as you are.

Sarah: I think she will make a great addition to your harem, Mistress.

I was really getting into my story and pretending to be a sub. Mom's tongue gently lapping away at my cunt helped as well.

Olivia: Did you eat her cunt.

Sarah: Yes, and she ate mine.

Olivia: Excellent. You did good my slut. I will reward you tomorrow afternoon.

I instantly wondered what the reward would be, briefly forgetting I was not the submissive in this conversation and that I was just pretending to be my mom.

Sarah: How so?

Olivia: Don't ask questions, cunt. Just be home at 2:00.

Sarah: Yes, Mistress.

A chill went up my spine as I pondered what she had planned for my mom next.

Olivia: I will have Katrina drop off a cheerleading outfit tomorrow morning. I expect you in it when I arrive, with pantyhose with the crotch open for easy access to your two fuck-holes.

Sarah: Yes, Mistress.

Her demands were turning me on and I without realizing it I kept thinking of myself as the sub in this devious twisted little game of hers.

Olivia: See you tomorrow afternoon...I need to go and plan the final seduction of your whore of a daughter.

Sarah: I will be here ready for you, Mistress.

She didn't respond and I was surprised as I waited for a response how disappointed I was by no more words from her. I shook my head frustrated that I had been pulled into her web of submission and grabbed my mother's head and began rubbing my wet, needy cunt up and down. It didn't take long for my orgasm to hit, but it came as a shock to me when my orgasm peaked that it was Olivia's smiling face that I saw.

Once my orgasm was done, I let go of my mother and said, snidely, "You better read your conversation I just had with your Mistress as she has big plans for you tomorrow."

I stood up and walked out of her room, leaving her face shiny with my cum. I peeked into her room a minute later and as expected she was reading the conversation. I understood now that Mom was in way deeper than I thought and it was up to me to save her before she ruined her career and her life.

.....

The next morning, I woke up to find Mom had already left for work, to avoid the awkward day after tension. I headed to school and was not surprised to find a smiling Olivia waiting for me by my locker, the only surprise was she was alone.

"Good morning, Victoria," she greeted, her voice so cheery it made me want to punch her in the face.

"Hi, Satan," I quipped back.

"Now is that any way to greet someone," she smiled, moving in front of me. "Especially someone you have a crush on."

"Excuse me?" I questioned, surprised she used this knowledge now, and not when she was with her dimwit posse.

Leaning in towards me she whispered in my ear, her hot breath making my pussy unwillingly tingle, "I know you are a cunt-muncher, and I know you have a crush on me."

"T-t-that is ludicrous," I stammered, suddenly feeling weak at the knees even as I tried to be strong.

"I-I-is that so," she mocked me as she moved away from my ear.

"You are delusional," I retorted. "Just because the whole school falls on their knees to worship you doesn't mean I do." As soon as I said it I realized the unintentional sexual implication of my words.

"Interesting visual," she smiled as she turned and walked away, leaving me rattled, my pussy wet and confused by my weakness around her.

Frustrated and horny, I slipped in the bathroom and to an open stall at the end. Lifting my skirt up, I slid my panties down and began to pleasure myself knowing I would be distracted until I came and I needed to be focused if I was to beat the devious bitch.

I had barely begun pleasuring myself when others entered the bathroom. I froze knowing that being caught masturbating was social suicide. I lifted myself up so my feet were not showing and after a few seconds I heard the voice of Becka, the senior class genius and the first girl to befriend me when I moved here say, "We are alone, Mistress."

The word 'Mistress' surprised me, but the voice that followed didn't. "Excellent! We only have a few minutes slut, so go put the sign out and get back in here."

"Of course, Mistress," Becka said.

I heard Olivia's heels click-clack to the stall beside me. A moment later, Becka returned and joined her in the stall. I reached for my phone and pressed record hoping to add another piece of blackmail to my arsenal of weapons to use against Olivia.

"Hurry up, we don't have all day," Olivia demanded, and I saw Becka's, trademark long flowered skirt below the stall wall, as she dropped to her knees.

I held in a gasp even as my pussy began burning for attention.

"Yes, Mistress," Becka again replied.

"That's it slut, get me off quick, that bitch friend of yours really got me horny," Olivia moaned, Becka's tongue obviously already at work.

A few seconds later Olivia asked, "Did you know that Victoria is a cunt-muncher just like you?"

Becka's tone was one of surprise, "No, Mistress, I never would have imagined."

"Well, she will soon be joining you on her knees pleasing me, does that excite you," Olivia said, even as her breathing increased.

"Yes, Mistress, I have fantasized about her ever since I met her," Becka admitted, which surprised me.

"You really are a little lesbian slut, aren't you," Olivia continued.

"Yes, Mistress," Becka admitted.

I couldn't believe my ears. Becka had fantasized about me. If I had to pick the one girl in the whole school who would be sexually unspoiled it would have been Becka, yet there she was on her knees, eagerly pleasuring Olivia and maybe even fantasizing Olivia was me.

"You will help me make her my slut, won't you?" Olivia asked.

"Anything you wish," Becka replied between licks.

My pussy was on fire and as I closed my eyes the first image that popped into my head was not revenge on Olivia, or making Becka my pussy pleaser, but me on my knees replacing Becka. I opened my eyes just as quickly, frustrated by the way my mine was suddenly playing tricks on me.

Nearby, Olivia's moans were increasing and she moaned, "Faster, yes, yes, shit, fuuuuuuuck."

Listening to Olivia come right beside me had me desperate to come as well. Yet, I refrained not wanting Olivia to know I had heard the whole conversation until I was ready to use it against her.

A minute later, Olivia said, "You really are good at everything you do, aren't you?"

Becka still on her knees, replied, "I aim to please, Mistress."

"Well, then I expect you to make me happy by getting Victoria between your legs on video, is that clear?" Olivia instructed.

"Yes, Mistress, although I have never tried to seduce anyone before," Becka said, her tone showing her insecurity.

"I am sure you will find a way. You excel at everything you do and you wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you?" Olivia said, standing up and opening the stall.

"Of course not, Mistress," Becka answered, clearly showing her submissive nature in her insecure tone.

"Good girl," Olivia said. "I will leave the sign up so you have a few minutes to clean yourself up before class."

"Thank you, Mistress," Becka replied and stood up as the clicking of heels faded away and out the door.

Horny as hell and needing to get off, I said the words before I even had time to think of the ramifications of them. "Slut, get over here and get me off."

Becka gasped. "W-w-who is there?"

"Your new Mistress," I answered, standing up to unlock my stall.

"V-V-Victoria is that you?" Becka asked, her tone implying she was clearly shocked to hear my voice.

"Hurry up, Becka, class begins soon and listening to you eat out that bitch has me revved up and ready to burst," I said, opening the door and staring eye to eye with a white as a ghost Becka.

"You heard?" she asked, not moving.

"Every moan," I replied, grabbing her hand and pulling her into the stall.

"I am so sorry," she said, tears beginning to form.

"It's ok, she is hard to resist," I said, "but so am I."

I lifted up my skirt and opened my legs.

It was like a switch occurred inside Becka. The tears stopped, the nervousness stopped, the second she saw my shaved pussy. Without a word, she returned to her submissive position on her knees.

"Good girl," I purred, knowing that soft guidance was what she needed to cross the invisible barrier between us.

Olivia was right; Becka really was good at everything she did. Her tongue was surprisingly wide and she lapped back and forth like a paint brush. I was already horny as hell from my bizarre morning so it didn't take long to shift from brimming to come to exploding my pussy juice all over her face. Becka, lapped and lapped right through my orgasm as eager to please my pussy as she was to get a 100 percent on a test.

I pushed her head away to avoid the temptation to have her bring me to a second orgasm, I quipped, "That was an A plus performance Becka."

Looking up at me, she laughed tentatively, "So you heard her ordering me to video us together."

"I did," I nodded, standing up and pulling her up as well.

"She doesn't take well to failure," Becka explained, her face showing genuine concern.

"Don't worry, I've got it covered," I replied, moving in and kissing her gently, before remarking, "And to think of all the damage we could have been doing to each other instead of wasting all that time studying."

Becka again laughed tentatively. "Yes, our breaks could have been a lot more rewarding."

"How did you end up being used by that bitch?" I asked.

"It's a long story," Becka said, clearly not wanting to get into it.

"Tell you what, we will make a video this weekend," I promised, my plan rather fun and if it went right Olivia would join her cunt-muncher brethren on her knees before me, "How about Sunday, my place?"

"What about your mom?" Becka asked, still anxiety riddled, but mellowing a bit at the thought of not disobeying Queen Olivia.

"Trust me, she will not be a problem," I answered, thinking she may actually be a part of it.

"OK," she said, before adding, "We need to get out before someone ignores the bathroom closed sign."

"Good call," I said, kissing her again, tasting my own nectar on her lips. "Damn, I taste good."

"That you do," Becka responded, flirting with me.

"You little lesbian," I teased, cupping her small breasts. "Damn it, no time to play."

I let Becka leave and I exited a few seconds later and headed to class my head spinning with the new possibilities to trap Olivia with Becka's help.

.....

I was so curious as to what Olivia had planned for my mother, I called my pet MILF, Olivia's mom, and told her I would be rescheduling our little encounter and addition of Katrina's mother to my bitch harem until another time. I did stress that she was to tape her lesbian playtime with Katrina's mom and have a DVD ready for me tomorrow. I also stressed that I expected her to be on call tomorrow evening in case I needed her.

When I left school, instead of going to my previously planned rendezvous, where I had planned to dominate, two MILF bitches. I drove home, parked a block away and entered my house just after lunch through the back door. Mom was already home, but not yet in her assigned outfit.

"Hi, mother," I greeted as I entered the kitchen.

"W-w-what are you doing here, Victoria?" she asked.

"I wanted to see Olivia in action," I answered.

"Please leave," Mom replied her eyes big and frantic.

"What are you worried about?" I asked, slightly amused by my mother's sudden insecurity. She was the most secure woman I knew before this whole Olivia ordeal.

"I don't want you to submit to her too," Mom answered, clearly convinced I would just eagerly drop to my knees at the snap of that bitches' fingers.

"Mom," I said, softening my tone and pulling her in for a hug. "I am playing her, she is not playing me."

"She is very manipulative," Mom warned, her tone clearly not convinced I could stand-up to Olivia.

"So am I," I countered.

Mom laughed, "That is true."

"That said," I continued, as she backed away and I looked her in the eye, "I can't prevent whatever she has in store for you today."

"I know," she answered.

"You are looking forward to it, aren't you?" I asked, seeing a eagerness behind the façade of motherhood.

Looking away from me, she answered clearly ashamed, "Yes."

"Why?" I asked, unable to understand even though after my brief encounter with Olivia this morning and Becka's submission, it had a strange perverse logic.

"I wish I could explain it," she began, adding, "It's like an addiction."

"How so?" I pushed, truly wanting to understand.

"I know it is bad for me, I know I should just quit cold turkey, but that only makes me want to submit more," Mom admitted.

"Well, after tomorrow I will help you break free from her clutches while submitting to a new Mistress...me," I promised.

"Ok," she smiled tentatively.

"Now go get dressed up in the cheerleading outfit, I am curious to see what you look like dressed as a slutty teenager," I quipped.

"Just like you, I imagine," my Mom quipped right back, her usual wit suddenly back.




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I slapped her ass and once she was gone I went to grab the video camera I planned to hide in my room, assuming the bitch would humiliate my mother on my bed again. I set it up and hid it pretty well in the corner, taking the remote with me.

I went into mom's room just in time to see her finish putting on the dark beige pantyhose that really brought out her legs. She turned to me and asked, clearly insecure, "How do I look?"

"Good enough to make me want to devour you whole," I countered, my pussy getting a bit damp looking at my mother in such an outfit.

"Thank you, honey," she replied, appreciating the very inappropriate but very honest answer from her daughter.

"I like to keep my mommy slut happy," I quipped, moving in and kissing her hard. Breaking the kiss, I reminded her, "Just remember who your real Mistress is."

"Yes, dear," she answered, her tone already shifting to one of insecurity that Olivia clearly brought out in her.

"I am serious, Mother, you are my slut," I said, annoyed by her doubt.

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry," she said, trying hard to believe my words.

I was about to say more when I heard the front door open, earlier than expected.

"Have fun," I quipped, strangely looking forward to watching Olivia in action now aware of her full power. I also wanted to try and see if I could find any weaknesses.

"Slut, you better be dressed," Olivia yelled out.

"Of course, Mistress," Mom called back down, giving me a helpless look as she was already moving towards the door.

I waited a few minutes upstairs in my mother's room, assuming that Olivia would want to take my mother to my room, but was surprised when they didn't make their way upstairs. I could hear talking, both Olivia and Katrina were downstairs, but I couldn't clearly here the conversation.

Frustrated, I snuck out the door to hear more and I heard that Mom was doing the talking, telling the whole story of our night of intimacy together.

A couple of minutes later, Mom finished the vivid retelling before Olivia finally spoke. "Did you enjoy committing incest, slut?"

"Yes, Mistress," Mom admitted.

"And you are willing to help me make your daughter my slut?" Olivia asked.

"Yes, Mistress," Mom agreed, her tone hinting she wasn't proud of her answer.

"What, slut? Are you ashamed of your Mistress?" Olivia snapped.

"N-n-no," Mom stammered, "It's just I don't want her to be corrupted because of me."

"A little late for that you dumb bitch," Katrina attacked Mom.

"You are going to invite me over for supper tomorrow," Olivia said. "Make it seem innocent; say I am doing research for a paper I am doing on powerful women and their inspirations and I asked to interview you."

Katrina, "That is funny."

"Technically true," Olivia chuckled. "although my research is how to make powerful women submissive little cunt-licking slaves."

"You should probably already have your Masters," Katrina giggled.

"I'm working on my PHd," she retorted.

"Can I fuck her, yet?" Katrina asked.

"Let's reconvene upstairs to my slut-to-be's room," Olivia said, forcing me to scurry back to the bathroom to hide, my pussy already wet with anticipation of watching mom be dominated by two teens.

A minute later, all three where in my room, as was a video camera on a tripod and I gasped worried that they had videotaped mom's detailed retelling of her and my incestuous shagging. I tiptoed from the bathroom, to spy through the thin crack of the door to my room, as mom's humiliation continued. I pressed record on the remote control so I too would have video evidence at my disposal if need be.

Katrina moved the camera towards my bed as Olivia ordered, "Slut get on your daughter's bed."

"Yes, Mistress," Mom obeyed, moving to my bed.

"Look at the camera, whore, and fuck yourself with this," Olivia ordered, tossing a huge black cock shaped dildo on the bed.

Mom reached for it and without even the slightest hesitation or any signs of restraint, she spread her legs and slid it into her already wet cunt. I couldn't believe how quickly my practical mother turned into an obedient slut.

Olivia asked, "Who owns you?"

"You do, Mistress," Mom replied through moans.

"What about your bitch of a daughter?" Olivia added.

"You will soon own her too," Mom answered, betraying me in seconds, before adding as if an afterthought, remembering I was in the house, "but she is a lot stronger than me."

"I don't think so," Olivia laughed, "I could have had her eating me today, but I want to make her submission epic."

"H-h-how so," Mom asked, suddenly seeming concerned by Olivia's ominous tone as I flashed back to my brief moment of weakness this morning.

"Dumb sluts don't ask questions, is that clear?" Olivia snapped at Mom.

"S-s-sorry, Mistress," Mom stammered back.

Katrina raised her skirt and joined mom on the bed, her body perfectly curved like Olivia's, and straddled mom's face. "Lick away slut."

Mom leaned up, the angle clearly awkward, and buried her face in another of my high school nemeses. I hated Olivia the most, but Katrina was a close second and that was before I had learned the truth of my mom's submissive submission.

Olivia smirked, "I can't wait until I have you and your daughter pleasing all the cheerleaders."

My pussy undeniably got wet at hearing Olivia's plans for me even though I had no intention of allowing her to win, even though the video currently being filmed greatly complicated things.

Deciding I had to get my own video of Olivia's mother and frustrated that I was getting turned on by the humiliation my mother was enduring and the implications of my future involvement. I quietly snuck out worried of getting caught and already planning my next move. Once outside, I went to my car and drove directly to Olivia's house to do to her mother what she was doing to mine. I sped the whole way, my pussy wet from what I had just witnessed.

As I drove to the Phillips, I pondered if I should have not tried to save Mom today, even though I still wasn't sure how. I chuckled to myself as I realized ironically while Olivia was fucking my mother, I would be fucking hers.

I walked right into the house and up to Lauren's room, the sounds of sex coming from her room...she had obeyed my order.

When I reached the bedroom door I peeked inside. Lauren was on the bed and Mrs. Neilsen, Katrina's mother, had her face buried between Lauren's legs.

I pulled out my phone and filmed for a couple of minutes as Lauren, not surprisingly, was the domme in this relationship, as she moaned, "That's it, lick my cunt."

I finally walked in startling both ladies as I said, "And what is going on here?"

Mrs. Neilsen's jumped up and turned to look at whose voice was behind her.

"Hi, Katrina's mom," I greeted, as I walked over to the bed.

"W-w-who are you?" she asked, her face glistening with pussy juice, as she tried to cover herself up.

"Its ok, you don't know me," I smiled, moving to my slut and sliding my finger inside her, I added, "but you will very soon. I am your new Mistress."

"Excuse me?" she asked.

Ignoring her, I snapped my fingers and Lauren crawled off the bed, without a word, dropped to her knees and knelt at my feet.

"What is going on here?" the dignified and startled mother asked.

"Slut, tell her who owns you," I instructed, copying Olivia's earlier words used on my mother.

Without looking up, she answered, "You do, Mistress."

"Look at the other slut when answering," I demanded.

"How dare you?" Katrina's mom said, standing up.

"Sit down, cunt-licker," I ordered, putting my hands on her shoulders and pushing her back onto the bed. "By the way, nice tits for an old hag."

"Fuck you," she glared, beginning to get up again.

"Oh trust me, I intend to," I promised playing with her words as I again pushed her onto the bed.

Katrina's mom glared at me, glanced quickly to her friend for help, before asking, "What the hell is going on here?"

I smiled, "Your daughter, along with my slut's daughter, have turned my mother into their sex slave. I thought I would return the favor."

"I am not going to be your sex slave," she said defiantly.

"I beg to differ," I smiled. "I know you and slut here have been secretly shagging for a while."

Her face which had been red with anger, instantly faded to white, as she stammered, "I-I-I."

"Y-y-you what?" I laughed, as I snapped my fingers at Lauren again and she instantly went under my skirt and to my already slightly damp pussy.

"Please," Katrina's mom whispered.

"Please what?" I asked amused.

"Please, I have money," she offered, like all rich people do, thinking that their money can buy them out of any situation.

"Funny, that is exactly what your friend here said before she became my submissive little fuck toy," I countered.

She looked at her friend under my skirt and looked back up and said, "What do you want?"

"Revenge," I answered, simply.

"Meaning," she said, her tone as cold as ice.

"I want to crush your daughter," I replied, before adding, "to do that, I must first take control of her mother...you."

"That is ridiculous," she answered, more defiant than I anticipated, her daughter being such a follower.

"I have video of your daughter munching pussy," I lied, all I really had was e-mails and whatever got filmed today. I added, "I also have video of you just a few minutes ago on my phone here I could put online."

Her face grimaced briefly, but she remained strong. "Go ahead."

"Sure," I agreed, "Is there any specific porn site you want to be on? MILF dykes? Mom sluts? Mommies at home?"

"You're not serious?" Katrina's mom asked, her tone a mixture of defiance and disbelief.

"Come join your friend on your knees, slave," I ordered, "or your daughter's and your own cunt-munching exploits go viral...either way I win."

The MILF was grasping at straws a she said to Lauren, "She can't be serious, Lauren?"

I tapped her head from between my legs and she obediently showed her face from underneath my skirt.

"Tell your friend how serious I am," I ordered.

Lauren answered, "June, I didn't believe it at first either, but...."

"How could you?" June interrupted.

Lauren eyes changed and she instantly got annoyed, "Don't get all high and mighty, June. You are submissive to me in the bedroom whether you think so or not and out in public for that matter, so don't you be judging me."

"I'm not," June replied, clearly insulted.

Lauren laughed, her true uppity personality coming out, "Are you kidding me. You are a follower, a social climber who does pretty much anything I say."

"Lauren," June said, hurt by the words of her friend.

"I am doing what I have to do to protect my reputation and family and I suggest you do the same," Lauren replied, even better than I could have myself.

I sat on the edge of the bed and guided my right foot to my pet, who then took my shoe off without instruction and took my manicured toes in her mouth.

"But this is ludicrous," June answered very weakly.

Lauren couldn't answer with my foot in her mouth, so I countered, "No more ludicrous than your bitch daughter and Lauren's bitch daughter corrupting my mother."

"I won't submit," she weakly replied.

"I don't have time for this. Either get on the floor and join your friend or get the fuck out of here and you and your daughter will be an internet sensation, I don't really care," I threatened, confident she was on the brink of submitting.

June's face went red with anger as I saw her fuming and yet clearly unsure how to play the hand I had just dealt her.

June's face paled as she realized she had just been handed an unwinnable hand.

"On your knees, June, I own you," I ordered, making her predicament clear for her.

"Please," she said weakly.

"This isn't a negotiation," I countered, "although the longer this takes the better the chances you will be caught by Olivia or your daughter, who may arrive at any moment."

June looked at Lauren pleading for assistance, but Lauren already knew she too had been defeated. "Do you promise to leave my daughter alone?"

"If you obey unconditionally," I answered, not sure I planned to keep my word.

She seemed to be considering her options, but wasn't quite ready to submit.

"Now, slut," I demanded, knowing the pivotal moment had arrived.

June hesitated a second longer before slowly dropping to her knees, refusing to make any eye contact with me.

"Good slut," I purred, as if I was rewarding a puppy as I moved my left foot to her lips.

"Suck my toes, my new pet."

I could see her cheeks becoming red again as she took my foot in her hand.

"Lauren, are you recording?" I asked.

"Yes, Mistress," she answered, pointing to a video camera subtly hidden on her dresser.

"You are taping this?" June gasped, so close to having obeyed my order.

"Of course, Lauren is a good obedient slut, aren't you?" I said, rubbing her head playfully as if I was talking to a puppy.

"Yes, Mistress," she agreed.

"Now, my toes," I ordered, looking directly into June's eyes.

After one more brief hesitation, my second MILF seduction began her submission to me. She opened her mouth and took my big toe in her mouth.

I allowed her to obey the humiliating task in silence as I watched amused until I asked Lauren, "Do you want to come slut?"

"I didn't get to before your arrived," she answered, glancing at her friend sucking my toes.

"You two get back in your positions before I arrived," I ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," Lauren agreed, getting off her knees and pulling her friend up with her. "Get back between my legs and finish what you started June."

June was surprised by her friend's authoritative order and said, "Lauren, please don't."

Lauren, seemingly enjoying the small amount of power I was allowing her to have, ordered, as she moved onto the bed, "Don't get all shy now, you have been pleasing me for years."

June gasped, "Lauren, stop."

"Now slut," Lauren ordered, spreading her legs wide.

"Do as you're told, slut," I added, as I gently pushed her onto the bed.

June was surprised as she landed half on the bed. Obeying though, obviously both ashamed and defeated, she crawled the rest of the way onto the bed and between Lauren's legs. I watched as June, after a brief hesitation, leaned forward and began licking her friend's pussy. I moved to the video camera and picked it up and filmed close-ups of the two older women.

After a couple of minutes, I sat the camera down, angling it so it had a great view of June's ass. Then went to my duffle bag, pulled out my strap-on and lube and after strapping myself in, I joined my sluts on the bed and without any warning I slid my cock inside June's pussy.

"Aaaaaaaaaaah," June moaned, as I filled her cunt.

"You like that, slut?" I asked, as I began fucking her hard, my hands firmly on her hips.

When she didn't answer, I pushed a finger in her back door and she screamed, "What are you doing?"

"Disciplining my slut for not answering a simple question," I replied, as I slowly pumped my finger in her ass, while my plastic cock rested deep inside her.

"Please stop," she whimpered as my finger explored her clearly virgin ass.

"Will you be a good pet?" I asked.

"Yeeees," she said, the finger clearly bringing her a pleasure she didn't understand.

"So I will ask again, do you like it slut?" I repeated, as I kept my finger in her ass and began pumping my cock in and out of her cunt.

"Yeeees," she moaned, the double pleasure obviously working.

"And you will be a good slut?" I questioned, gaping her ass without her knowing my true intent.

"Yeeees," she whimpered, the mixture of pleasure and pain clearly causing her confusion.

"Good girl," I purred, as I continued slamming into her, forcing her face deeper into my other pet's cunt. A couple of minutes of deep, hard pounding and my new slut was obviously close to orgasm. "Are you ready to have your arse fucked?"

"Yeeesss, wait noooo," she answered, clearly answering before she had time to comprehend my question.

Before she could say anything else, I pulled the cock out of her cunt and replaced my fingers in her arse with the thin, long plastic cock.

"Noooooooooo," she screamed, as I held tightly onto her hips and pushed inside her tight back door.

"Beg me to fuck your arse, slut," I demanded, as my cock slowly disappeared between the MILF's ass cheeks.

"Please, no more," she whimpered, the cock going much deeper than my finger and widening her more as well.

"Wrong answer," I said, slamming my body into hers plunging the cock deep into her arse.

"Ohhhhhhh, God," June screamed, from having her back door violated.

"Now just relax slut and let the pain subside," I instructed. "Lauren, crawl underneath her and get in a sixty-nine to distract her."

"Of course, Mistress," she agreed, watching the sodomy of her friend with a peculiar sense of intrigue.

June didn't speak, her body stiffened as she tried to deal with the burning sensation overwhelming her.

Once Lauren was in position and began licking, I ordered, "Get back to eating pussy, slut, as I fuck your arse." She obeyed this time as I slowly began moving in and out of her butt.

"Now it is time to give you a good rodgering," I purred, as I grabbed her hair and began fucking her ass.

"Fuuuuuck," the slut screamed as I began pumping her arse with my strap-on cock as my other slut licked away at her cunt.

I can't explain the power that comes with taking someone so dominantly and even as I sodomized June, I was imagining doing the exact same thing to her daughter and more importantly to Olivia.

"Please it huuuurts," my new arse whore whined which only made me slam the cock into her arse harder.

"I am going to keep rodgering your arse until you cum, my nasty arse slut," I replied.

"Oh God," she whimpered.

"Now come for your Mistress," I ordered, as I continued to abuse her arse, the power its own aphrodisiac.

"I caaaaan't," she moaned, even as her breathing began to change, the shift from pain to pleasure obviously beginning.

"Well, I would guess we have an hour or less until bitch Olivia comes home, maybe even with your dyke daughter with her, so it is really is up to you," I pointed out, amused as hell by the complete humiliation I was causing this bitch.

"Shit," she whimpered, before surprising me when she demanded, "Lauren, suck my clit hard, you fucking cuuuunt."

The next couple of minutes were hot as sin as I slammed her arse and Lauren really went to work on her clit. The mumbling of the now submissive arse slut was hilarious. "Oh God, shit, it huuuuuuurts so good," and "Fuuuuuuck, I'm so close," and "Finger my cunt, Lauren, geeeeet me off."

"Come my little arse slut, come like the nasty little dyke whore you are," I demanded, as Lauren fingered her cunt as I fucked her arse.

"Yeeeeeeeees, fuuuuuuuck," my new slut screamed as she came from the double pleasure.

I continued reaming her arse throughout her orgasm, a variety of strange sounds escaping her mouth.

Realizing I had not came myself, I took my strap-on off, roughly flipped the still trembling slut over and sat on her face. When she didn't start licking, I ground my cunt on her face and ordered, "First a rodgering and now a queening, you are really getting the royal treatment, slut."

Her tongue began licking my very wet pussy, the crazy day of sexual submission having me reaching orgasmic bliss in less than a minute. I grinded my cunt on the MILF sub's face literally fucking her face with my cunt. "Here it comes," I moaned, as I coated the slut's face with my cunt juice.

Once my orgasm subsided a minute later, I got off the defeated, exhausted, slut and ordered, "You too, get each other off, cunt to cunt. I want to see a good shagging."




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June looked too exhausted to move, but Lauren, clearly horny, got in position and as the two women scissored themselves together as I went to the camera and filmed for a couple of minutes.

Smiling, I looked at my watch and realized I was probably playing with fire, and stopped the camera, popped out the tape, and said, "I will be in contact sluts. Both of you keep tomorrow evening free in case I need you."

"Yes, Mistress," they both said in unison as they ground their cunts together.

I headed out, my mind spinning with blackmail possibilities knowing that tomorrow was the pivotal confrontation day. I wasn't sure how I planned to play it yet, but I knew it was now or never.

The end for now!

READER'S CHOICE:

Who should win? Olivia or Victoria? You decide.

Leave your suggestions below and I will base my final chapter on whoever the readers decide.

Coming fall of 2013 (I hope): The climatic ending to the Olivia & Victoria saga.



Catching Mommy: Olivia Wins



WARNING: This is one of three alternate endings to the Catching Mommy saga. You can also read Catching Mommy: Victoria Wins (for the TEAM VICTORIA fans) and Catching Mommy: Win Win For All (for the kinky romantics at heart). 

Note 1: A great, big, super thanks goes to MAB7991, Robert and Goamz86 for their dedicated copy-editing. 

Note 2: Another thanks goes to Goamz86, LaRascasse and MAB7991 for plot suggestions earlier in the series. 

Note 3: Lastly, a thank you to all my readers who voted, and left comments for this story so far. Part 5 is the highest rated of the series and with over 275 comments is my most commented on story. The debate of Victoria or Olivia has warmed my heart and pussy, surprised me greatly and pushed me to write an epic story that both is erotic and keeps you guessing...an erotic thriller of sorts. Part 6 disappointed some because I didn't end the series as promised..well here is the ending (or endings if you choose to read all three) and I feel I came up with three fun, sexy and fulfilling endings to this crazy series. 

Note 4: Because two of the characters are English, I will sometimes use English words like arse (for ass...it sounds so much dirtier), knickers (for panties...which also somehow sounds naughtier), shag (for fuck...I just imagine the English accent and get wet), slag (for slut...which I think sounds so much worse), snog (for kiss...which I find hard to say with a straight face), bugger (for fuck...also makes sex sound dirtier), rodgering (for arse fucking which again is nasty as hell), dogging (which is public outdoor sex), fancy (which is a way to say I like you). 

Catching Up! A crash course reminder of what happened previously in the Catching Mommy series: 

Part 1: A Shocking Secret: An 18-year-old English girl transplanted to Boston, Victoria, stays home sick one day and accidentally learns that her proud, dignified, lawyer Mom is a submissive lesbian to another 18-year-old girl. To make matters worse her Mom's Mistress is none other than Victoria's arch-enemy. (Don't deny it, if you are a female you had one in high school too!!) 

Part 2: Blackmailing a MILF: Shocked by Olivia's attack on her mother and her disgusting attitude, Victoria decides to get revenge by blackmailing her arch-enemy's Mother and making her a lesbian sub. (They say revenge is a dish best served sweaty and hot!!) 

Part 3: Creating a Slut: Victoria announces to her Mom, she is a lesbian, as she begins to set up her Mother for the inevitable seduction. Meanwhile, her Mom begins her own plan to seduce her daughter. Lastly, Victoria continues the training of her new pet...her arch enemy's Mother and her own mother's Mistress. 

Part 4: Daughter's Domme: Victoria confronts her mother about her dark secret and makes her Mother her personal submissive. 

Part 5: Housewife Lesbians: Victoria is betrayed by her mother; Victoria briefly weakens when confronted at school by Olivia; Victoria learns her best friend is also a submissive plaything to Olivia; after seeing her mother again dominated by her nemesis, Victoria seeks revenge by videotaping Olivia's mother and another MILF in very compromising positions. 

Part 6: Protecting Slut-Mom: Victoria forces her mother to make a choice; Victoria party crashes Olivia's father's birthday supper with erotic and surprising results; Olivia is briefly made speechless; a MILF sub is gangbanged at a frat house in front of many; Olivia and Victoria meet face to face both confident they can turn the other. 

And now...finally... the exciting conclusion(s) of Catching Mommy: Olivia Wins. 

During the drive to Becka's house I must have bounced a dozen offensive strategies to stand up to Olivia. Yet, even as I reached Becka's, I took a deep breath; I was still unsure which approach I was going to take. Walking into Becka's house ready for the confrontation that had to happen, I opted for aggressive, "I'm here, bitch." 

"So you are," Olivia called back, her 'who cares' tone obvious. 

I walked into the living room and was surprised to see a lesbian orgy of sorts occurring. Four of Olivia's cheerleader posse were all sitting with their legs spread on a couch, a chair, and love seat with someone between their legs. Between Olivia's legs was her mom, my pet. 

"By the way, thank you very much," Olivia scoffed, her hands going through her mother's hair. 

"For what?" I asked, my tone ice cold. 

"Well I accidentally set you up with your own live in Mommy-slut and I figured I should have one for myself," she grinned. 

"You're thanking me for seducing your dim-witted mother and making her a rug munching submissive?" I asked, trying to be obnoxious and extreme. 

"No, no," she said. "I always knew she was a cunt-licker, Sandrine long ago told me about her adventures didn't you, slut?" 

"Yes, Mistress," Olivia's black maid answered, as she looked up from between Angela's legs. 

I finally took a closer look at the array of submissive sluts on their knees. Besides Lauren between her daughter's legs and Sandrine between Angela's, I recognized Becka eagerly licking away at the chubby cheerleader Betty, her massive udders bigger than my head, and apparently incest was the new 'in' thing as Katrina had her mother between her legs. Both my pets were now being used by their daughters. 

Katrina smiled, "Thanks bitch. Mom and I have never really gotten along all that well, but that is changing thanks to you. Isn't that right, Mom?" 

June's hair was pulled and she looked up at her daughter and replied, clearly mortified by her predicament, "Yes, Mistress Daughter." 

I couldn't believe that all my work had somehow helped these bitches. I could feel myself getting frustrated even as I tried to figure out who the last submissive currently between Carrie's legs was. 

"Don't recognize the slut between Carrie's legs?" Olivia asked. 

I shrugged, "That is not why I'm here." 

"Say hi, Miss Watkins," Olivia said. 

My mouth dropped open at hearing who the unknown submissive was. 

Miss Watkins looked up, her face red with shame, as she said, "Hi, Victoria." She quickly returned to her task at hand. I tried to figure out how our first year English teacher, and easily the prettiest woman in our school had ended up another of Olivia's playthings. She was from England too and her accent had the boys drooling. Rumour had, she was dating, our football coach, Mr. Hammersmith, and didn't seem like someone who would sexually submit to anyone. Yet, there she was between Carrie's legs and I assumed she had been between Olivia's as well. 

It seemed that nobody could say no to Olivia. Yet, I knew I had to...not only for mom, but for me. 

"This thing with you and my mother ends now," I firmly said, returning my icy glare to the ice queen. 

"Oh really," Olivia smiled amused by my threat. 

"Or I out your mother," I threatened. 

"Yes, you blackmailed my mother, who submitted to you in order to protect me, her loving daughter, and our family name. While your mother submitted to me like a dirty lesbian slut willing to do anything to please me...including seducing her dyke daughter," she said, her smug smile pissing me off. 

I glared back, realizing she was right about the difference in our mothers, but I responded, "She never tried to seduce me, she lied to you. She is not as obedient as you think." I knew it was a weak counter, but it was all I had. 

Again she laughed, seemingly amused by this whole conversation. "Yes, I learned that. Instead of her seducing you, you took her. Now that is fucked up. I mean, sure, I love to seduce, train and dominate older lonely women, but you took your mom while vulnerable and confused with her sexuality and took advantage of her." 

I could feel my house of cards crumbling around me...as I realized I had inadvertently done exactly what Olivia accused me of. I had been the one to commit incest first, not Olivia. 

Just then, as my head spun trying to find a way out of this crazy web of sin being woven all around me, and by me as well, Olivia said, "Speaking of the slut." 

I turned around and saw Mom behind me. 

I said tersely, "I told you to stay home." 

"And I told her to come," Olivia countered. "Not cum as in orgasm," she laughed, before adding, "Although that will happen in time, but to come as come to me." 

"Thanks for the clarification, bitch," I snapped, pissed off that my mother had again disobeyed me, and had once again chosen Olivia over me. I was hurt by my mother's betrayal, but I hid my pain. 

"She will always choose me over you, Victoria," Olivia smiled. "Just like every other cunt licking submissive here. I am the queen bee and you are just another of my servants. You're a disobedient servant, one that needs some very stern discipline, but a servant none-the-less." 

"That will never happen," I shot back, still grasping at straws of strength. 

"Oh denial is so adorable," Olivia said. "Watching the final moments of strength usurped from you as you accept your place on your knees begging to please me is so adorable." 

"Fuck you," I said with defiance, even as I glanced down at her mother between her legs. 

She saw my quick glimpse and asked, "Do you want to replace your submissive?" 

"Never," I said, turning to my own mom and saying, "We're leaving." 

"Slut, don't you dare move," Olivia sternly demanded. 

I froze against my will. 

Olivia laughed, "I was talking to your mother, but your obedience is a pleasant surprise." 

I cursed myself for stopping; showing a sign of weakness to a vulture like Olivia was not good. 

Mom finally spoke. "I'm sorry Victoria, but as I told you before I can't resist Olivia. I love her." 

"You love being used as a submissive plaything?" I asked, furious and yet near tears. 

"Yes," Mom admitted, her tone and inability to look me in the eye implying that she was ashamed by her answer. 

"You love your eighteen year old, heartless Mistress over your own daughter?" I asked, tears beginning to form. 

"Don't put it like that. It is not that black and white Victoria," Mom tried to rationalize her betrayal to me, while talking to me like a mother scolding her daughter. 

Olivia chipped in, adding fuel to the already out of control fire, "Slut Kate, who is prettier, me or your daughter?" 

I looked at Mom who paled instantly. "Please, don't make me answer that," Mom pleaded. 

Olivia's smile turned as she looked down and ordered, "Mom, move away." 

Lauren crawled out from between her daughter's legs, and Olivia opened her legs wide to showcase her cunt. I knew I shouldn't look, but I could feel a magnetic pull drawing my eyes directly to my enemy's cunt. 

Olivia said, "So slut Kate, take a good look at your Mistress's cunt." 

I tore my thoughts away from Olivia's inviting cunt to see my mother staring between Olivia's legs in an almost hypnotic trance. 

"I'll ask you again, my submissive little British slut. Who is prettier? You're Mistress or your daughter?" Olivia asked, her fingers moving to her pussy. 

Again, I was being drawn in by the completely, frustrating, undeniable beauty of Olivia. Yes, she is a bitch. Yes, she is a stuck-up whore. And yes, I hated her. Yet, I couldn't pull my eyes away from her beautiful cunt. 

I heard Mom say, "I'm so sorry, Victoria." 

I pulled my gaze away from Olivia's pussy, my own pussy betraying me as it burned with hunger, to find my mother near tears. Unfortunately, I knew her answer before she even spoke it. Her answer was obvious from all her earlier betrayals leading up to this moment, as well as the look of guilt on her face. 

Mom broke eye contact with me and turned her gaze to Olivia. Although I already knew what she was going to say before the words left her mouth, a piece of me still died when she said them out loud. "You are, Mistress." 

"I am what, my good little pet," Olivia asked, wanting to add to my humiliation. 

"You are prettier than my daughter," Mom answered, refusing to look at me. 

"Are you sure?" Olivia asked, snapping her fingers and pointing at her cunt. 

"Without a doubt," Mom answered, moving towards Olivia and seemingly forgetting her only daughter was watching and hearing her submission. 

"Look at your daughter and tell her who is more beautiful," Olivia instructed, before adding, "Then you will receive your reward." 

"Please, leave my daughter out of this," Mom pleaded. 

I am sure Olivia was about to scold her, or threaten her, but I said, "Go ahead Mom, do what you have to do." 

Mom looked at me with such guilt I could almost feel her pain inside me, yet that didn't make her words hurt any less. "Victoria, Mistress Olivia is prettier than you." 

Tears began streaming down my face, even as I tried to will them not to. I shouldn't have shown such weakness in front of Olivia, yet the tears were streaming freely. 

Olivia snapped her fingers again and Mom turned around, dropped to her knees and buried her face in Olivia's cunt. 

I wanted to pull her out from her submissive position and drag her out of there. Yet, it was obvious, like an alcoholic who refuses to seek help, that she didn't want saving. 

I looked around, dazed, bewildered and, for the first time ever, lost. 

Olivia said, "Let it out, Victoria, understanding your position is the first step to acceptance." 

"My position?" I questioned with spite, although I could feel my strength and resolve were not as strong as they once were. 

"Yes, like the social hierarchy of high school, there is a sexual hierarchy too," Olivia explained, before being interrupted by Betty's screams. 

I laughed, "A sexual hierarchy?" 

"Oh shit, yes, fuuuuuck," Betty bellowed as Becka made her come. 

Olivia smiled, "You see, Becka is a perfect example of my theory. Becka is near the bottom of the social hierarchy and thus is eager to be accepted. Thus her submission was one of accepting her role in both hierarchies and eagerly becoming the submissive pet she was born to be." 

"We are born into the sexual hierarchy?" I asked, actually laughing at her bizarre logic, forgetting my previous hurt. 

"Often," Olivia shrugged. "For some they are born submissive, for others they see it in their mother to their father, for others it's a stressful job like your cunt-licking mother, for others it's about race like Sandrine who is meant to serve at work and at play. Yet, 

for others they don't yet know they are submissive, often trying to play a role they were never meant to play...girls like that...girls like you...are in denial." 

"I'm in denial that I'm really just a submissive?" I laughed. The suggestion was absurd. "I didn't feel much like a submissive when I turned your mother into a dyke." 

Olivia shrugged, "Like I said before, you blackmailed her. The only submissive I blackmailed was Sandrine and I am sure she too could have been turned but I really wanted to have a live-in cunt licker, plus I liked the idea of having a black submissive." 

Angela interrupted the conversation as she moaned, "That's it cunt licker, soooo close." 

I glanced over to watch Angela grabbing Sandrine by the back of her head and grinding her cunt on the black maid's face. The contrast between black and white was hot. 

"Yes, yes, yeeeees," Angela bellowed as she came. 

Olivia continued, "It's obvious you are in denial right now, Victoria." 

Returning my gaze to her, trying to ignore the reality that my mother was licking her cunt while we chatted, "Is that so?" I asked, realizing I was playing right into her game. Yet, I couldn't leave, my feet felt magnetically held to the floor. 

Katrina interrupted, "Thanks Victoria. I have my own live-in cunt licker now." 

"You're welcome," I replied, adding, "At least now you have someone you're in charge of unlike being the bimbo follower you're to Olivia." 

"Bitch," Katrina weakly shot back. 

"Oh, that hurts coming from a bimbo bitch," I countered. 

Carrie interrupted our ridiculous banter as she screamed, "Yessssssss." 

I again looked over to see Carrie coming, seemingly a squirter, as she sprayed everywhere coating Miss Watkins' face. 

Olivia purred, "So Victoria, are you ready to join your mother?" 

"As a submissive to you?" I scoffed, even though my pussy was burning for attention. 

"Of course, it is obvious you want to," she said, as she put her hands through my mom's hair. "Like mother, like daughter." 

Katrina screamed over dramatically, "Yes, Mommy, lick my cunt." 

"Don't you see, Victoria, even when you thought you were winning, all you were doing was making me stronger," Olivia said. 

My cunt was soaking wet and my head was in a fog. I still wanted to crush Olivia, yet I couldn't deny I was curious what all the fuss was about. Why couldn't my strong-willed mother resist her? Why were these other smart women on their knees serving Olivia's friends? Why was my cunt so wet? 

"Becka, come take off my blouse," Olivia ordered, still wearing the blouse and thigh highs she had been wearing at the frat house, but with her plaid skirt on the floor. 

"Of course, Mistress," Becka agreed, getting off her knees and moving to Olivia. 

I said, "Becka, don't." 

Becka ignored me completely as she unbuttoned Olivia's blouse. 

"And my bra," Olivia added. 

Becka obeyed, releasing Olivia's firm breasts. I knew I shouldn't look, yet I allowed myself to look, all the while sensing I was being drawn in to Olivia's magnetic pull. 

"Slut Kate, come suck on your Mistress's tits," Olivia ordered. 

Mom got off her knees and went directly to Olivia's right breast. 

Olivia said, "Come join your Mom, Victoria, I know you want to, it is in your eyes." 

I scoffed again determined to stay strong, even though I was beginning to sense she was right, "My eyes tell you I want to be your submissive?" 

"Yes, as does your posture," Olivia added. 

I laughed, "I'm not on my knees like the rest of your playthings," I countered. 

"Not yet," Olivia said confidently. 

"Not ever," I countered. 

Ignoring my refusal, Olivia ordered, "Becka, go feel your friend's cunt and see if it's wet." 

"Yes, Mistress," Becka nodded, although her facial expression showed grave concern at the task she had just been ordered to perform. 

"Don't even think about it, Becka," I said firmly as she reached me. 

Olivia said, "Becka if you don't do as I tell you, you will be punished." 

"Please Olivia," Becka pleaded, her eyes so full of fear I felt bad for her. 

"Stand up for yourself," I said, grabbing her hands. 

"It's not that easy," Becka pleaded. 

"I'll help you," I said. 

"You couldn't protect your mom," Becka said, "and she is a lot stronger than me." 

I glanced at my mom, who was stilling nursing hungrily, it seemed, on Olivia's breast. 

Olivia, looking directly at me ordered, "Switch," and mom moved to the neglected breast. 

"Isn't that ass of yours still untouched?" Olivia asked looking directly at Becka. 

"Yes, Mistress," Becka admitted, her eyes going even bigger with fear. 

"And I was thinking, I bet Jackson is still a virgin," Olivia added, her threat disgusting. Jackson was a three hundred pound, acne covered, loser who never showered. 

"You can't be serious?" I asked with disdain. 

"Miss Watkins, tell my pet-to-be how serious I am," Olivia instructed. 




Catching Mommy: Olivia Wins



My cunt frustratingly tingled at the words 'pet-to-be', my cunt again trying to betray me. 

Miss Watkins on the floor, now licking the stocking-clad feet of Angela, said, her tone implying she still hadn't recovered from her punishment, "She isn't bluffing." 

I was curious what sort of punishment Olivia had given our pretty teacher, but I didn't ask. 

Olivia said, "And why were you punished?" 

"I wouldn't lick you after school in my classroom," Miss Watkins admitted. 

"You do now though, don't you?" Olivia said. 

"Almost every day, Mistress, including today," Miss Watkins admitted. 

"Why do you obey now?" Olivia continued, clearly wanting to show me her mystic power to control. 

"Because you made it very clear that disobedience has consequences," Miss Watkins answered. 

"What was your punishment?" Olivia asked. 

"I was the basketball team's cum bucket after their city finals victory last month," Miss Watkins admitted, her face red with shame. 

"You're one sick fuck," I said, glaring at Olivia. 

"Obedience has its rewards and disobedience has its consequences," Olivia replied, rather matter-of-factly. 

"This isn't fucking Stalinist Russia," I quipped. 

"It is pretty close," Olivia smiled. "It is a pretty clear dictatorship." 

"You risked Miss Watkins job," I said. 

"I am not that sinister, at least on the first punishment. She was on the other side of a glory hole as she swallowed half a dozen loads and took another half dozen in her cunt and one final load in her ass," Olivia said. 

The visual was undeniably hot; a glory hole being a fantasy of mine. 

Olivia instructed, getting us back on topic, "Becka, finish your task or it is punishment time." 

Becka pleaded, "Please Victoria, just let me touch your pussy." 

"Ten seconds or Becka's ass is Jackson's," Olivia threatened. 

"Please, please, please, I'll do anything," Becka begged, totally petrified of Olivia's threat. 

I glanced to Olivia who was smiling victoriously, which pissed me off even more. Yet I knew I had to allow Becka to obey as ordered. My conscience couldn't allow Becka's sodomy at the hands of the most repulsive guy at school. I sighed dramatically to let Olivia know clearly I wasn't impressed, "Go ahead." 

Becka instantly dropped to her knees, which wasn't necessary, put her hand under my leather skirt, and put her fingers on my cunt lips. I was still in my crotchless pantyhose and sans knickers. She surprised me as she announced to everyone there, "She is soaking wet, Mistress and not wearing any underwear." 

"Becka!" I gasped, surprised, angered, and embarrassed by her declaration. 

"Sorry, Victoria, but it's true. Your cunt is practically begging for attention," Becka replied, shocking me again, the shy girl using the 'c' word. 

"Please, Becka," I pleaded, wanting her to stop. 

Olivia intervened, "Victoria, the evidence in favour of my hypothesis is compounding." 

"Because I'm wet?" I sneered. 

"That, the look in your eyes, your posture, your mother and the fact that you are still here," Olivia smiled. 

I instantly wondered why I hadn't walked out already. I had clearly lost the battle over my mother, lost my MILF pets to their daughters, and had just been sexually assaulted by my best friend in front of a dozen people. Yet, there I remained, humiliated, frustrated and overwhelmed. 

"Pussy got your tongue?" Olivia asked, trying to be witty. Frustrated I didn't have a witty comeback to her accusations, I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks burning red, I could still feel Becka's finger on my cunt and I could feel the final checkmate in a game I had thought I could win. 

"On your knees, Victoria," Olivia instructed. 

I didn't obey, but I could literally feel the strength in my legs going away and suddenly, standing up was difficult to do. 

"Kate, go help your daughter," Olivia instructed. 

"Yes, Mistress," Mom agreed, as she finally stopped sucking on Olivia's tits and walked towards me, her face still riddled with guilt. 

Olivia instructed, "Pets, rotate." 

As my mother reached me, I watched as a group of very, very different women all on their knees, each moved to their right and between the legs of a new girl. Becka moved to Angela, Sandrine to Carrie, Miss Watkins to Olivia, my pet Lauren to Katrina and my other lost pet June, crawled a distance to big titted Betty. Each submissive buried their face between the legs of the new teenage girl in front of them, except Olivia who instructed, "Suck my toes, Miss Watkins, I want to make sure my pet-to-be has a clear view of my cunt." 

"Of course, my goddess," Miss Watkins said, which somehow turned me on more, as did, beyond logical comprehension, the words 'pet to be' and the obvious implication that went with it. 

I could feel my brittle shell of resistance shattering, and when mom put her hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me down, whispering, "Just give in, Victoria, this is where you were meant to be," I didn't resist, although her words ricocheted in my head. Did mom really believe I was born to sexually serve a bitch like Olivia? Did mom want her only daughter to become a submissive slut like her? Yet, even as my mind logically argued against such submission, my body betrayed me at every turn. My cunt was soaked, my mouth watered and my legs gave way. 

"Good girl," Olivia said, as my knees hit the carpet. "Now crawl to me, my new pet." 

I looked up to my mom, my eyes pleading for help and strength to resist the irresistible pull that had transformed me from a strong-willed woman to a submissive-hungry pet. That word was never suppose to be used on me; yet, hearing myself called a pet only enhanced my desire to submit even though I couldn't possibly explain why. 

Mom whispered, "Submit, Victoria, join me in submission." 

Mom's words were the final straw that broke me. I had lost my mother to Olivia, but if I submitted to Olivia I could still be with my mother, albeit not in the way I had envisioned. We would again be together like we were before this crazy, crazy chain of events. The logic was absurd but that the only way to continue to have a relationship with my mother was to submit to my enemy, but at the moment logic wasn't part of the equation. I felt alone, lost and horny, a mixture that would push me to a place I never thought I would go. 

Lowering my head, I crawled the few feet to Olivia. I expected sarcastic remarks from the bimbo squad but none came as I obeyed her order. Reaching Olivia, I paused, unsure what to do, so unfamiliar with being in this position. I could see her pussy, slightly glistening, and I wanted to taste it, to get her off. It occurred to me, that if I licked her I would be in control, I could control the orgasm, and thus her pleasure. 

Olivia looked down at me, a smile so big that part of me still wanted to slap her in the face, yet another part of me suddenly saw the allure of her beauty. There was something unexplainable about her, something irresistible and I wondered how I had resisted so long. "Are you ready to begin your life as my pet," she asked, before adding, "our pet." 

I stuttered, "'Our' p-p-pet?" 

"Yes, since you have been such a bitch, such a handful, you will not only be my pet, but you will be the cheerleading team's pet, our mascot per se. You will come on trips as our trainer and service all of us as we request?" Olivia revealed. 

Their mascot? The idea was degrading, the thought was repulsive, although submitting to Olivia seemed inevitable and somehow turned me on, the thought of having to obey Katrina, Angela and the other members of the bimbo squad was incomprehensible. Yet, I didn't see a simple way out of this. 

I wasn't able to speak, there were no words to properly get me out of this predicament, as Olivia moved her hand to her pussy and asked, "Are you hungry, my pet?" 

I stared at her cunt, suddenly unable to focus on anything else. I didn't want to answer, to admit my weakness, my hunger, but I also wanted to taste her, to see if she tasted as exotically addicting as she must to have so many women obey her every order. 

"Answer me, Victoria, or your first punishment will be very unpleasant," Olivia threatened. 

I instantly thought of all the twisted things Olivia had done that I knew of and replied without even thinking about the words coming out of my mouth, "yes, I am famished." 

"Yes, I am famished, what?" Olivia asked, as her finger slid inside her cunt. 

I froze. I knew the word she wanted to hear, I knew exactly the game she was playing and unfortunately I was unable to resist playing her game. "Yes, I am famished, Mistress Olivia." Strangely, just saying the word, one that had been exclusive to me when used up to this moment, felt liberating. I had spent so much time standing strong against Olivia, fought so hard to protect my mother with devastating results. That the thought of just letting go, giving in to my inner lust that was now bubbling to the surface came surprisingly natural. 

"Good girl," Olivia purred, as if she were talking to a child. 

My face flushed at the condescending comment, yet my pussy tingled. Although I had reveled in the power over her mother, and Katrina's, I never felt more at home, than I did at this moment, on my knees, in front of Olivia, waiting to be instructed. "Thank you, Mistress Olivia," I replied absurdly, the words rolling off my tongue. 

"Checkmate," Olivia proudly announced. 

"Yes, Queen Olivia," I replied, trying to tie my response to the game of chess. 

"Queen Olivia, I like that," Olivia smiled, "Although aren't you named after a queen?" 

I had been named after Queen Victoria, one of my mom's heroes. Assumedly, mother had given her that piece of trivia. "Yes, Queen Olivia, I was, but now I am just a peasant ready to serve her queen." I couldn't believe the words I was saying. They were so corny, so absurd and yet in the moment they were exactly how I felt. I was ready to worship her, serve her and obey her. 

"So you want to eat my cunt in front of all of these, what did you call them, my bimbo posse?" Olivia asked, pulling her finger out of her cunt and moving it to me. I opened my mouth automatically and felt a rush of disappointment when she said, "Miss Watkins, want a treat?" 

"Oh yes, Mistress," the pretty teacher replied, opening her mouth and sucking Olivia's wetness from her finger. 

Olivia asked again, "So you want to serve me in front of my posse?" 

"Yes, I do, Queen Olivia," I admitted, ashamed, excited, confused, and overwhelmed. 

"And you want to eat all the cunts of my bimbo squad, as I believe I remember you also calling them," she continued. 

Desperate to taste her, knowing that the longer I took to answer, the longer I denied my unconditional surrender to not only Olivia but all her posse, the longer it would be before I finally got to taste her, I answered, "I am your peasant, Queen, I do as I am told. After all, I AM their mascot." 

"So to clarify, you will suck on Betty's big tits, lick Angela's cunt, lick Carrie's butthole, take a strap-on in the ass by Katrina who, by the way, can't wait to train you and make you serve every member of the senior cheerleading team?" She asked, the list disgusting, yet enthralling; humiliating...my new reality. 

"My cunt-licking mouth, my wet pussy and my virgin arse are all yours, my Queen," I answered, shocked at the words that came out of my mouth. I had just degraded myself and announced to the deviant, twisted Olivia that I was an anal virgin, while agreeing to take it up the ass by that bitch Katrina. 

"She's an anal virgin," Katrina said, finally speaking. "That makes this so much more delicious." 

I sighed to myself both at the reality of what was assumedly bound to happen and by her atrocious use of the English language. I would have mocked her any other time, yet this time I remained silent. 

"That is a pleasant surprise," Olivia concurred, before continuing my slow personal humiliation, "but I thought you said that being on your knees begging to belong to me would never happen." 

Recalling the conversation from just a few hours ago, when I still thought I was in control, even though my mom was being gangbanged at a frat party, I replied, "I was in denial." 

"Of what?" Olivia asked. 

"Of everything I guess," I said, unsure how to answer the question, not knowing the answer myself. 

"You're a smart girl," Olivia said, her finger going back into her cunt, slowly pumping in and out, as I suddenly felt like I was watching a hypnotist's watch. "Explain how you were in denial." 

I sighed, just wanting to taste her, lick her, make her cum, yet I had to play her game first. "I thought I could beat you at your own game; I thought you were just a privileged bitch who needed to be put in her place and I thought I could pull my mother out of the twisted fucked up hold you had on her," I admitted honestly. 

"And yet now you are willing to join your mother in this twisted fucked up situation," Olivia said. 

"Yes," I admitted, ashamed by the truth of her words, at having lost completely. 

"Beg to be my pet, my slut, my cunt-licker, my slave, my peasant," she rattled off, each name both demeaning and erotic at the same time. 

My mind a muddled mess, my desire to please and come myself overriding dignity or common sense, I suddenly understood my mother's weakness and unconditional loyalty to Olivia. I turned to Mom, who was behind me watching my submission, and said, "Mom, I forgive you, I understand now." 

"Oh honey," Mom said, breaking into a smile for the first time since she arrived here, which somehow made me happy. 

"I love you, Mom," I said, before adding, "and I can't wait to join you in servitude to our Mistress." 

"Oh, I love you too, Victoria," she replied, tears welling in her eyes. Her words sounded so sincere, and yet were so absurd considering our current situation. 

"Beg, bitch," Katrina ordered, breaking the strange moment of intimacy in a night that couldn't spell the word. 

I turned to her, wanting to bite her head off, but instead replied, "Yes, Mistress." 

"I'm not a queen?" She asked. 

"A princess, maybe but there is only one queen," I answered, turning my gaze back to Olivia. I said, my words still seeming to come from some unknown part of my subconscious, "Mistress, Queen, Goddess, may I bow down to you?" 

"You may," Olivia said, looking down at me with curiosity. 

I bowed down and kissed her foot, Miss Watkins having moved back a few minutes before. Olivia lifted it up and I put her nylon-clad toes in my mouth one at a time. The act, one of complete submission, turned me on as I just wanted to please her like no one, including my mother, had ever pleased her. 

Olivia asked, "You like nylons, too?" 

"I love them," I answered, as I licked the sole of her foot, a mixture of sweet sweat and nylon. 

"Ever fucked yourself on a nylon foot?" she asked. 

The thought was instantly a naughty visual in my mind and I replied, "No, my Queen." 

Lifting her stocking-clad foot up, Olivia instructed, "Ride my foot." 

"Oh, yes Mistress," I agreed, way too eagerly. I stood up, my knees a bit numb, and straddled her foot, suddenly noticing that everyone, including the pets, were watching me. I felt self-conscious, but ignored the brief insecurity, my need to obey and to come taking over. I lowered my cunt onto her foot and began rubbing myself on her foot. It felt so naughty and yet so good that in only a few seconds I could feel a burning inside. 

Olivia scolded, "I didn't say rub yourself, I said fuck yourself." 

I stopped and asked, "You want to foot fuck me?" 

"No, you silly slut, I want you to fuck yourself with my foot," she explained. 

I stared at her foot, which was dangling over her left leg and tried to figure out how to get it in my cunt while standing. 

Mom touched my back and said, "Turn around and face our Mistress." 

"Okay, Mommy," I said, never having used the term 'Mommy' before except to put her in her place. 

I almost tripped turning around and straddling the foot the other way as Mom asked, "Mistress Olivia, may I assist?" 

"You want to help your daughter fuck herself on my foot?" Olivia asked, obviously loving her victory. 

"Yes, Mistress," Mom answered. 

"You can help her get my foot inside that slut box of hers, but then I want her to fuck herself," Olivia said. 

"Of course, Mistress," Mom nodded, as she knelt down and grabbed Olivia's foot. Looking up at me, she instructed, "Now lower your slut box slowly as I hold our beautiful Mistress's foot." 

"Yes, Mommy," I moaned, as I lowered my cunt and felt the nylon covered toes in between my pussy lips. 

Mom moved Olivia's foot up and down a few times, making me super fucking horny, before she pushed Olivia's toes into my cunt. 

"Oh fuuuuck, Mommy," I moaned, my cunt stretching open wider than it ever had before. 

"Now slowly bend your knees down and up until you are riding Olivia's foot like the submissive little slut you are," Mom ordered. 

"Oh ooh yes Mommy," I whimpered, not used to being ordered by Mom, although it, too, turned me on. 

Olivia, noticing my submissive nature to my mother, said, "Slut Kate, you may get your own live-in submissive yet." 

I closed my eyes and focused on trying to ride Olivia's foot and give myself a much needed orgasm. My moans began to increase as I slowly fucked myself on Olivia's toes. I don't know if it was the widening of my cunt, the feeling of the nylon, the complete act of submission or just how horny I was, but in only a minute I was beginning to feel my orgasm rise. 

Olivia laughed, "Are you close to coming already?" 

"Yeeeees," I moaned. 

"Don't you dare come without permission," Olivia threatened. 

"Okaaaay," I agreed, even as the orgasm continued to rise. 

"You are such a condescending slut," Katrina said. 

Angela added, "A pretentious little bitch." 

"I didn't even know you knew such wooooords," I whimpered, unable to not be the condescending, pretentious bitch they said I was as I realized she had her camera directed at me. 

"Please don't," I begged, suddenly stopping riding Olivia's foot. 

Olivia scolded, "Don't you dare stop without permission, you fucking cunt." 

"S-s-sorry," I stuttered, feeling overwhelming guilt at upsetting Olivia which was illogical, as I continued fucking myself while assumedly being filmed, which mortified me...yet my orgasm was too close to care about the potential public humiliation at the hands of that bitch. 

"Don't let her come, Olivia," Katrina said. 

A few more seconds and I was ready to explode and begged, "Queen Olivia, please let your dumb slut come." Why did I call myself dumb? 

Her foot moved out of my cunt as she said, "On your knees." 

"Please, Mistress," I pleaded even as I obeyed the command. 

"No bitch of mine gets to come before I or my guests do," Olivia said, snapping her fingers and pointing to her cunt. "Get to work, Victoria, it is time for 'never' to occur." 

I smiled internally at her witty 'never' quip, as I quickly thrust my face between her legs and into her cunt. I licked and was instantly taken aback by her taste. It was surprisingly tangy and I knew that any morning after regret and guilt would be dissipated by the reality that I would drop to my knees and lick her cunt anytime or anyplace. I was addicted. I explored her pussy lips, her clit and, eventually, my tongue darted in and out of her pussy as her moans increased. My own cunt was leaking and begging to be finished off, yet I focused on Olivia's cunt, hoping that getting her off would eventually get me off. 

I have no idea how long, I licked, nibbled and explored Olivia's cunt, but her hand on the back of my head, implied she was close. I sucked her clit between my lips and heard her moan, "Don't stop, my slut." 




Catching Mommy: Olivia Wins



I had no intention of stopping, dying to taste the full blast of her come on my lips and tongue. 

I felt hands on my ass and I stopped, startled, but felt my head pushed deeper into Olivia's cunt as I returned to the task at hand. I felt fingers playing with my pussy and then without warning I felt something big, a fist I thought shoved into my cunt. I screamed into Olivia's cunt, feeling a mixture of pleasure and pain, as my cunt was unnaturally widened. I quickly learned it was indeed a fist as I felt fingers wiggling inside me. 

With my own cunt being violated, it was hard to stay focused on Olivia's cunt, but I literally had no choice as she began grinding her cunt up and down my face. I extended my tongue and just tried to please her as she fucked my face. I was moaning into her cunt and my mouth was wide open when the gush of pussy cum exploded into my mouth and all over my face. She held my face so tight against her cunt, I couldn't breathe anything but her heavenly scent. 

I was just beginning to struggle to breathe when she let go of my head and I screamed, "Oh fuck. I'm so full." 

"Do you want to come from Carrie's fist?" Olivia asked. 

I didn't even look to confirm it was Carrie as I begged, my breathing so erratic, the sentence took forever to finish, "Oh yes, my Queen...please...let Carrie...fist fuuuuuck... me to...orgasm." 

"You can come on five," Olivia said. 

"Ooooh, thank you, Mistress," I moaned, thrilled that the long denied orgasm was finally going to occur. 

"One, tell me who owns you, Victoria Jones," Olivia started the countdown. 

A chill went up my spine at hearing my full name. "Olivia Phillips owns my tongue, cunt and aaaaaaaaaass," I declared, as Carrie filled my cunt again. 

"Two, tell us what you are." 

"A condescending bitch that has finally learned her place as your slave," I declared, wishing Carrie would fuck my cunt with her hand instead of teasing me. 

"Three, tell me something you will do to earn my trust." 

"Anythiiiing," I screamed, as Carrie fist fucked me quickly three times. 

"I want you to bring me an offering, one of your loser friends," Olivia said. 

"Okaaaay, which one do you want," I asked, so far gone I would sell my mother to a Sheik to come. 

"Tamara," Olivia said. 

Tamara was the minister's daughter and definitely a virgin. She hadn't been on a date, or even kissed a boy. She was cute in a nerdy way; although, she hid her body well with baggy sweaters and long skirts. "She is yours," I offered, although I really had no idea how I would possibly make it happen. 

"Four, pull out, Carrie," Olivia instructed. Carrie did as ordered and my whole body quivered with broken anticipation, shaking like an addict who had not had a drink or smoke in a week. 

"Oh please...Mistress, you...own me, please," I begged, my brain foggy with self lust. 

"All in good time," Olivia shrugged. "I just realized it would be very wrong for you to come before your other Mistresses do, don't you think?" 

"Of course, Mistress, that...is...very reasonable," I struggled to say through stunted breath. 

"Go finger fuck Betty to orgasm," Olivia instructed. 

I reluctantly, with pussy juice running down my legs, crawled to the chubby, huge titted cheerleader who opened her legs and ordered, "Suck my clit while fingering me, bitch." 

"Yes, Mistress Betty," I agreed as I leaned forward and took her clit between my lips while I slid two fingers easily inside her. Wanting to get this over with, her scent way less appealing than Olivia's, I finger fucked her fast and hard. Thankfully, in only a couple of minutes I felt her grab my head as she came all over my face. 

Backing away, a minute later, I heard Olivia say, "Ready for your punishment, Mother?" 

"Please, Olivia, I won't ever betray you again. I'm your Mother." 

"Yes, that is why I called you Mother," Olivia sarcastically said, as I turned around to see Olivia was wearing a huge strap-on cock, at least eight inches in length and thick. 

Katrina added, also wearing an identical big strap-on cock, "Are you ready, Mother dearest?" 

June, my ex-pet saw me watching and glared at me before suggesting, "Why don't you fuck that bitch's ass first?" 

"All in good time. She wasn't the one who betrayed me, you were," Katrina replied coldly. 

"Both of you, on all fours and stop fucking trying to negotiate or I will really give you a punishment worth complaining out," Olivia threatened, slapping her mother's ass hard. 

Both mothers reluctantly obeyed, now each naked except thigh highs, getting on all fours side by side. 

Olivia and Katrina got behind their respective mothers as Becka poured lube on Lauren's ass cheeks and Sandrine did the same to June. 

"Finger fuck their asses my pets, get their asses lubed really well," Olivia instructed, as she moved to the front of her mother and shoved the plastic cock in her mom's mouth; Katrina, like the follower she was, quickly followed suit. 

Both Becka and Sandrine obeyed, coating their fingers with lube and sliding them, rather easily, into the MILF bitches asses. 

"Two fingers," Katrina instructed, as she fucked her mom's face with the plastic cock. 

Both pets obeyed as they slid a second finger in and began finger fucking them. The MILF's moans were muffled by the cocks fucking their faces, which was undeniably hot. 

A couple minutes of face fucking and ass fingering and Olivia pulled out, moved behind her mom and without warning slammed her cock into her mom's ass, all eight inches filling the surprised mom. 

"Holy shiiiiiit, pull it out," Lauren screamed and begged, her facial expression priceless. 

"Sure," Olivia said, pulling out and then slamming it back in again. 

"Please, stoooooooop, you're tearing me apart," Lauren pleaded through tears. 

June's eyes were big with fear as her daughter pulled the cock out of her mouth and moved behind her. She begged, "Honey, I'm so sorry, I will never betray yooooooooou." She didn't finish her sentence as Katrina replicated Olivia's harsh entry into her mother's ass. 

"Will you ever betray me again?" Olivia asked, as she roughly and literally fucked the shit out of her mom. 

"N...n...nev...nev...er," Lauren struggled to get out as the pain in her ass burned through her. 

"Please take it out Katrina," June begged. "I will pay you." 

"How much?" Katrina asked, stopping with her cock buried deep in her mom's ass. 

"Whatever you want," June said. 

"I don't know," Katrina said, before pulling out as though she was letting her mom off and then slamming into her again and beginning to fuck her hard while holding her mom's hips. 

"Nooooo, fuck, Noooooo, shiiiit," June babbled. 

Lauren echoed similar babble as she screamed through clenched teeth, "Olivia, please noooo, I'm so sorrrrry." 

Olivia snapped her fingers a few strokes later, they both pulled out, swapped places and started fucking each other's mom. 

"We're going to continue to fuck your asses until both of you Mommy-sluts come. You both fucking submitted to that bitch and now you both will pay the price together," Olivia said, really fucking June hard. 

"And bitch, what are you doing watching? Do you want some anal discipline too?" Olivia asked me. 

"N-n-no," I stuttered, "I was just awaiting your instructions." 

"Go eat Angela's asshole while Miss Watkins eats her cunt," Olivia instructed. 

I had never tasted an asshole before, nor did I want to, I was really enjoying watching the sodomy of those two bitches who had betrayed me as well, but I obeyed praying I was one step closer to being allowed to come. 

Miss Watkins lay on the couch, Angela straddled her and I got behind her, pulled her ass cheeks apart and stared at her small rosebud. 

"Switch," I heard Olivia announce again and took a peek at the incestuous action, before returning to the humiliating, disgusting task at hand. 

I was about to lean forward when Angela scolded, "Stop staring at my ass and fucking eat it, you fucking British bitch." 

Startled and turned on by the usually quiet Angela, I leaned forward between her ass cheeks and began licking her rose bud. "That's better," Angela said, adding, "I expect that tongue in my ass." 

"Yes, Mistress Angela," I said, just accepting I was the plaything tonight, and until who knew when, for all of Olivia's bitch friends. 

Unlike sucking a cock, or a tit, or licking a cunt, eating an ass, such a twisted, dirty phrase, was completely different. The smell at first was non-existent, but as my tongue slowly bathed her rosebud, the slightest scent, not pungent, but definitely ass was undeniable. 

I licked and eventually Angela's rosebud softened and I began to try to use my tongue as a cock. It was awkward, difficult and degrading, but strangely, I loved it. 

I would have loved to have watched the incest scene, but I did get to hear it. 

Olivia and Katrina switched three more times and their moms' painful screams and whimpers had begun to shift to moans. 

Olivia asked, "Is Mommy finally enjoying a cock in her ass?" 

"Yeeeees," Lauren moaned. 

Angela began grinding her cunt on Miss Watkins' face, her ass bouncing into my face with each backwards movement. Her breathing increased and she screamed a few moments later, "Oooooooh, yes." 

I kept licking her butthole as she came on Miss Watkins' face. 

I felt my head pulled back as Carrie pushed me onto my back, straddled my face and lowered her trimmed cunt onto my face. I had no choice but to lick her cunt. Awkwardly, I licked her already very wet pussy, although I couldn't move much to explore. Also, her legs covered my ears, so I couldn't really hear the incest scene other their moans. After a couple of minutes, I moved my head up as far as I could, found her clit and began flicking it repetitively. Her legs twitched each time I flicked her clit and suddenly she began bouncing up and down on my face. My head was bounced around like a Raggedy Ann doll as Carrie came all over my face. I was just along for the ride as her pussy juice coated my face. 

Thankfully, she got off me, just as I was beginning to have trouble breathing. 

"I can't take much more of this," Lauren whimpered. 

"Then come," Olivia instructed. 

"I caaaan't," Lauren replied frustrated. 

"Want your cunt licked?" Olivia asked. 

"God, yes," Lauren replied, as her daughter continued to ream her ass. 

"Becka and Kate get over here, crawl under these Mommy ass sluts and eat their old wrinkled cunts," I heard Olivia order. 

"Yes, Mistress," both pets answered in unison. 

I watched, only having Katrina left to service, who was currently preoccupied with fucking her mom's ass. 

Soon both of my former pets were breathing heavy, Becka and Mom pushing the new ass sluts to the edge of euphoria, creating a double sensation of pleasure. 

"Come, Mommy-sluts," Olivia ordered. 

"Eat my cunnnnt," June demanded, obviously close to orgasmic bliss. 

"My clit, swallow my fucking clit," Lauren moaned. 

Both well trained pets did an excellent job as the two MILF ass sluts sounded like hyenas as they screamed, howled and moaned as the double pleasure brought them close to volcanic eruption, but not over the top. 

Eventually June screamed, "Fuuuuuck," as she collapsed onto the floor shaking uncontrollably. Katrina continued fucking her ass because Lauren hadn't come yet. 

Lauren moaned, "So close." 

June begged, the pleasure too much, "Please stop fucking meee." 

"Not until your partner in betrayal comes too," Olivia said. 

"Fucking come, Lauren," June snapped, her body still trembling uncontrollably as her daughter continued thrusting deep into her. 

Lauren, desperate to come, began bucking her ass back to meet the powerful thrusts of her Mistress daughter even as her breathing got more erratic. The scene was hot as hell, as was the continual drilling of June, who was begging her daughter to stop. "I can't take it any moooooore." 

Finally, it happened. "Oh God, oh God, oh God, yeeeeees Mistress," Lauren screamed as the inevitable orgasm ripped through her very being, although unlike June who collapsed, Lauren, being the insatiable slut she is, continued fucking herself on the plastic cock filling her back door. 

"Pull out, pull out, pull out," June pleaded and Katrina obliged. June immediately rolled over onto her back. Her breathing was still erratic and made worse by the fact that Betty straddled her face. 

Katrina looked at me and said, "Ready for your training to start, slut?" 

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed. 

"But I thought I was a bimbo?" she asked. 

"Teach me my place," I replied. 

"Oh, that I plan to do," Katrina smiled, her facial expression and tone implying she had already considered this moment. "But first, fucking my Mom really got me revved up. Crawl to me and eat me like I have envisioned you doing for such a long fucking time." 

"Yummy," I said, like a bimbo, as I crawled to her, passed a still self-fucking Lauren which was very impressive, as Katrina took off the strap-on cock. 

"Get licking bitch," Katrina ordered when I reached her. 

"Yes, Mistress," I eagerly agreed, no longer seeing the bimbo bitch I hated, but rather another cunt to please on my journey to final submission to Olivia. 

It was awkward, licking her while she was standing, yet I just focused on getting her off as quickly as possible with the hope I would be allowed to come. 

"You look really good eating cunt, Victoria," Katrina said, as I began licking her very wet pussy lips. 

"Thank you," I replied, as ludicrous as it sounded, her taste surprisingly sweet. 

For a few minutes, I just licked and licked, her moans slowly increasing in intensity, when suddenly she grabbed the back of my head and began to use my face to spank her clit. My face bounced into her cunt and then was pulled away and then pushed back in her cunt. 

"Oh yes, do you like face fuuucking me," Katrina said. 

"Yes," I answered awkwardly as I was moved back and forth like a yoyo. 

Then she held my head hard against her wetness as she came seconds later. I eagerly lapped her cum as it streamed out of her and into my mouth. Finally she pushed me away, making me fall backwards onto my ass. 

Olivia was back on the couch with a video camera while everybody else was wearing strap-on cocks. I immediately knew I was about to be in for one long ride, both metaphorically and physically. 

"Still want to come?" Olivia asked. 

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, despite the realization that my lesbian gangbang was going to be filmed. 

"All three holes?" Olivia asked. 

"Are yours," I replied, finishing her sentence. 

"Even your virgin ass?" she asked. 

"They're yours to do with as you please," I answered, giving myself mind and body to someone who just over an hour ago I had come to crush. 

Betty laid on the ground and ordered, "Straddle me, slut." 

I quickly crawled to her and devoured the plastic cock with my cunt. 

"Holy shit, you are more obedient than your whore mother," Olivia laughed. 

I felt hands on my ass and turned to see that Lauren was pouring lube on my ass crack. She said, "Payback is a bitch." 

My head was grabbed and a cock was shoved in my mouth as Angela said, "Let's keep this cock in your mouth to avoid hearing you scream," as she began slowly moving her cock in and out of my mouth. 

I felt the warm lube between my ass cheeks, fingers poking inside my ass, creating a small burn. Then Olivia said, "Just fuck her, Mom. Her ass will get used to it...eventually." 

My eyes went wide as I prepared for the pain I knew was about to come. I felt a cock in-between my ass cheeks, and then, slowly, Lauren began pushing forward, widening my tight virgin ass, before suddenly slamming forward just as the cock in my mouth pushed forward too and I gagged as my screams of intense pain were indeed muffled by the big cock choking me. I had assumed a cock in my ass would hurt, but as Lauren began pumping the cock in and out of my searing back door, I thought I was going to die. There was no pleasure, just an undeniable pain. Suddenly, Betty began bucking up, timing her thrusts with Lauren and soon I was being fucked by three cocks simultaneously. 

Thankfully, Betty fucking my cunt created some pleasure down below and by rekindling the fire in my cunt; it began to distract me from the pain in my ass. 

Olivia asked, "Enjoying yourself, my slut?" 

Angela pulled the cock out of my mouth and I struggled to answer, "God, yes." 

Laughter echoed around me as I was sodomized and humiliated by the cheerleaders and my ex-MILF pet as the plastic cock was shoved roughly back in my mouth. 

The next few minutes, all three cocks pumped in and out of me and the longer I was fucked in the ass the more accustomed I got to it. The pain still hadn't faded, but slowly a tingling pleasure began to build. 

Suddenly Olivia yelled, "Next." 

The cocks were pulled out of my ass and my mouth. Then just as quickly, new cocks filled both of my briefly empty holes. Betty stopped bucking her cock in my cunt, as the other cocks slowly moved in and out, as if slowing down to deliberately deny me the orgasm that had just begun rising in me. 

Olivia instructed, "No orgasm until everyone has had a turn." 

I sighed on the cock, knowing there were eleven women here and only five had had a turn in me. 

For a couple more minutes, I was slowly fucked, which was frustrating as it was a constant tease, bringing me slight pleasure and yet not enough to build up to a fevered frenzy. The pain in my ass, thankfully, was almost non-existent now. 

"Switch," Olivia said, and quickly two cocks left and two more cocks replaced them. 

This time they both slammed forward filling both my ass and mouth completely causing me to gag again and reviving the blunt pain in my ass. They kept their cocks buried in me before pulling out, waiting a few excruciating seconds, before slamming into me again, repeating the hard, deep rough thrusts, and then waiting anywhere from three to ten seconds before pulling out. After a few deep strokes, Betty joined in and again I was being deeply filled by three cocks. The pleasure began to rise slowly but not enough to do more than fan the flames. 

"Switch," Olivia called out again as I realized, seven down only four to go. 

As the cock was pulled out of my mouth, I saw that Mom was pleasuring Angela and it was Becka who was now going to fuck my face. I again felt hands on my ass and heard the undeniable British accent of Miss Watkins order, "Fuck yourself on my cock, time for a good dogging." 

I pondered the use of dogging, a British term for sex in a public place, usually outside, yet I guess being ass fucked and used by eleven women was pretty public, particularly as it was being videotaped. I, of course, obeyed, and slowly began moving back on the cock onto my ass and then moving forward to swallow Becka's cock in front of me. 

I slowly got in a rhythm as I buried one cock in my ass and then the other in my mouth, the whole while the cock in my cunt continuing to tease me. 

"Faster, slut," Becka ordered, surprising the shit out of me, but I obeyed, beginning to really fuck myself on both the plastic cocks. 

I was just getting into a perfect rhythm, just beginning to really enjoy myself, getting ass fucked now all pleasure, my ass finally accustomed to being so full, when Olivia announced, "Final switch." 

As the cocks left my burning, hungry holes, I felt my hair grabbed and saw that it was Katrina who was about to drag me to the couch. I tried to follow as best I could as she threw me on my back, my head bouncing off the side of the couch. Katrina ordered, "Move up so your head is resting on the top of the arm." 

I quickly obeyed. 




Catching Mommy: Olivia Wins



Olivia asked, "Finally ready to cum, our slut?" 

"Oh God yes," I answered, my need to come overpowering after all this humiliation, fucking, serving and teasing. 

Olivia joined me on the couch with a ten inch strap-on, bigger than anything else I had ever had in my cunt or ass. She grabbed my legs and pushed them backwards towards my shoulders before instructing me, "Hold your ankles and don't you dare fucking let go." 

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed, grabbing my ankles, thankful for all the years of gymnastics. 

Olivia moved on top of me and slid the massive cock into my dripping cunt. 

"Oh yeeeeees, fuck your British slut," I screamed, my long bubbling orgasm beginning to rise again as she pumped my cunt with the massive cock. 

After a half dozen deep full thrusts, the cock reaching depths inside me never before explored, she pulled out and quickly shoved the long thick cock in my ass. 

"Hollllly shiiiiit," I screamed, the return of the intense burn killing my growing orgasm. 

"I am going to go back and forth between your two gaping fuck holes until you come, Victoria. No matter how long it takes." Olivia informed me. 

Katrina added, as she straddled me, and shoved her plastic cock in my mouth, "And I am going to fuck your face like the dirty whore you are." 

My mouth full, my head in a position I couldn't move, the plastic cock gagged me thrust after thrust. 

Olivia's cock in my ass pumped in and out, the pain never disappearing at all. For the next few minutes it was like living through a sexual version of Groundhog Day, that funny Bill Murray movie my mom loves, as it was six deep hard thrusts in my cunt, just enough to start the bubbling in my cunt and then six equally hard deep thrusts in my ass that burned like hell. All the while, I continued to be viciously face fucked by Katrina. 

Ever so slowly, my ass began to get used to being filled by ten inches of cock and my orgasm began to build. 

Olivia started listing all the things she had planned for me, which only increased my pleasure as the thought of giving myself to her mind, body and soul, was a major turn-on, crazy considering my state of mind less than two hours ago. 

"Oh Victoria, my little British slave, I have such grand plans for you. Eating each of us out on the bus, including Coach Williams," Olivia began. Coach Williams was a pretty, stern, black physical education teacher who disliked me strongly for not trying out for any sports teams even though I was quite athletic. "Of course, the bus driver will also need to be served with a blow job or a quick, what do you British tarts call fucking? Oh yes, a shag." 

Changing to my ass, she continued with her master plan for me. "You will bring me a new pet every month and at least one of them will be a teacher. You will be the glory hole cocksucker at prom and at the grad party since your reputation will no longer matter you will be naked in the living room and all three of your holes will be offered to all our graduating classmates." 

The litany of future submissions should have stirred fear and common sense in me. Yet in my state of undeniable hunger my mind was not remotely rational as I was caught in a tsunami of lust. 

Olivia again switched to my cunt as my orgasm continued to build. 

Katrina pulled out of my mouth, and asked, "Do you accept Mistress Olivia's plans for you?" 

As Olivia pounded my cunt, I moaned loudly, "Yeeeeesssss." 

"Are you close, Victoria," Olivia asked. 

"Yes, Mistress, sooooo close," I whimpered, as she again pulled out of my cunt and again filled my ass. 

Katrina pinched my nipples and demanded, "Come you stupid slut." 

"Yeeees, I'm your slut," I moaned, my orgasm so close I could taste it and yet refusing to reach the fevered pitch needed to push me over the edge. 

"Stupid slut," Katrina corrected. 

"Yesssss, I'm your stupid slut," I said, disparaging myself. 

"And a bitch," Katrina continued. 

"Yeeees, a fucking bitch," I agreed, as the cock filled my cunt again. 

Suddenly, as my cunt was getting fucked, Olivia grabbed my ankles and spread my legs wide, and I looked down to see my Mom licking my clit. 

I moaned, "Yes, Mommy, lick your slutty daughter's cunt." 

A couple strokes later, the dam holding my orgasm back exploded and I screamed, "Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssss." 

The rush of pleasure coursed through my very being as Olivia continued fucking my cunt, past the usual six teasing strokes, and my mom continued to lick my clit. The orgasm seemed to be endless as rush after rush of pleasure riddled my body. 

Unfortunately, after a couple of minutes, the greatest orgasm in my life began to fade away and the harsh reality of my submission came to light. My brain no longer fogged by uncontrollable lust, I couldn't believe I had given in so easily. 

Just as I was thinking about how I failed Mom, she moved up and kissed me, my cum on her lips. She whispered, "I love you Victoria." 

"I love you too, Mom," I smiled, remembering that my submission came with a positive. Mother and I were again together, albeit twistedly so. 

Olivia, pulling out of my cunt, said to my mother, "Slut, you may go home or sleep over, whatever you wish. Victoria, you will go home with Katrina and live with her for the week as she trains you." 

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed, petrified of what Katrina perceived as training, even as my cunt tingled with anticipation. 

Katrina pulled me up, put a collar on me with a leash and tugged. Naked except for thigh highs, I was led out of the house, into the dark evening, and to her car. My head spinning with consequence, potential and change, I wondered if I had ever even had a chance to defeat Olivia. It seemed unlikely in retrospect and it no longer mattered, I was hers now and although at times of clarity I cursed my weakness, I wouldn't have it any other way. 

Epilogue: 

The next couple of months, I did indeed pleasure every cheerleader on the bus, including Coach Williams, who kept me in her hotel room for a night of lengthy submission (she loved getting her ass licked and probed), and the bus driver who loved shooting his load down my throat. I also pleased the cheerleaders after every practice, washing their bodies in the shower, licking their salty sweaty pussies, tits and feet, and occasionally cleaning their pussies after they peed. 

I did seduce and bring Tamara to Olivia as well as another friend Skyler. Lastly, although it was a challenge, I also brought her Mrs. Potter, my chemistry teacher. 

At prom, I was in a stall in the boy's bathroom which had a glory hole where I sucked over fifty cocks, before taking five in my cunt and the last five in my ass. 

Lastly, at the graduation party, I was revealed as the submissive, slut I was when I was gangbanged by dozens of guys, as well as eating a couple dozen cunts. 

The following fall, I went to college with Olivia where I became the sorority pet for the next four years, serving all my sorority sisters night and day and sleeping in my pet house (which was a large dog house), unless a sister allowed me to sleep with her. 

When Olivia married, I moved in with her and became her full service maid. Besides pleasuring Mistress and Master, I also did all the duties of a maid. 

Today, I am carrying their child. Olivia did not want to have her perfect body ruined by carrying a child and thus I was instructed to carry their child. I am currently seven months pregnant and am about to make my fourth pregnant porn film; apparently that is a popular niche online. The first was a gangbang video, the second a lesbian orgy with fisting, the third an incest video with Mom that is apparently going viral and today another gangbang, this time with all black college students. 

Getting dressed in a wedding dress for the scene, I looked into the mirror and barely recognized myself. I had become exactly what Olivia said I was and...as I mentioned before...I wouldn't have it any other way. 

THE END of OLIVIA WINS... 

AUTHOR'S FINAL NOTE: 

This story was a lot of fun to write. But as Team Victoria and Team Olivia camps began to form the pressure to write a great ending was slightly overwhelming. That said, I think, I hope, I did so with the three alternate endings. 

So please comment on which of the three alternate endings you liked the best (on the assumption you liked one the best): 

Catching Mommy: Victoria Wins 

Catching Mommy: Win Win For All 

Lastly, thanks for supporting this and all my other stories through your comments, e-mails and votes. 

Jasmine February 2014



Catching Mommy: Protecting Slut-Mom



Catching Mommy: Protecting Slut-Mom

Summary: A plan to humiliate her arch-enemy completely backfires.

Note 1: A great, big, super thanks goes to MAB7991, LeAnn and Goamz86 for their dedicated copy-editing.

Note 2: Another thanks goes to Goamz86, LaRascasse and MAB7991 for plot suggestions earlier in the series.

Note 3: Lastly, a thank you to all my readers who voted, and left comments for this story so far.

Note 4: Because two of the characters are English I will sometimes use English words like arse (for ass...it sounds so much dirtier), knickers (for panties...which also somehow sounds naughtier), shag (for fuck...I just imagine the English accent and get wet), slag (for slut...which I think sounds so much worse), snog (for kiss...which I find hard to say with a straight face), bugger (for fuck...also makes sex sound dirtier), rodgering (for arse fucking which again is nasty as hell), dogging (which is public outdoor sex) and fancy (which is a way to say I like you).

Catching Up! A crash course reminder of what happened previously in the Catching Mommy series:

Part 1: A Shocking Secret: An 18-year-old English girl transplanted to Boston, Victoria, stays home sick one day and accidentally learns that her proud, dignified, lawyer Mom is a submissive lesbian to another 18-year-old girl. To make matters worse her Mom's Mistress is none other than Victoria's arch-enemy. (Don't deny it, if you are a female you had one in high school too!!!)

Part 2: Blackmailing a MILF: Shocked by Olivia's attack on her mother and her disgusting attitude, Victoria decides to get revenge by blackmailing her arch-enemy's Mother and making her a lesbian sub. (They say revenge is a dish best served sweaty and hot!!!)

Part 3: Creating a Slut: Victoria announces to her Mom she is a lesbian, as she begins to set up her Mother for the inevitable seduction. Meanwhile, her Mom begins her own plan to seduce her daughter. Lastly, Victoria continues the training of her new pet...her arch enemy's Mother and her own mother's Mistress.

Part 4: Daughter's Domme: Victoria confronts her mother about her dark secret and makes her Mother her personal submissive.

Part 5: Housewife Lesbians: Victoria is betrayed by her mother; Victoria briefly weakens when confronted at school by Olivia; Victoria learns her best friend is also a submissive plaything to Olivia; after seeing her mother again dominated by her nemesis, Victoria seeks revenge my videotaping Olivia's mother and another MILF in very compromising positions.

Catching Mommy: Protecting Slut-Mom

I got home confident after adding June to my suddenly growing harem of MILF pets which now stood at three if you included my mother.

I walked into the house and found Mom in the kitchen making dinner.

"How was your afternoon visit?" I asked, even though I knew how it began, she didn't know how long I had stayed or what I saw.

"It was..." she paused clearly still uncomfortable talking to me about this.

"Orgasmic?" I finished, as I hopped onto the dinner table.

Her face blushed red at my frank innuendo. Trying to keep her motherly role in tack, she said, "Off the table, we eat off that."

"Yes, yes you do," I smirked as I opened my legs.

"Victoria, I am not sure we should continue this," she replied, her attempt at exerting her parental role rather cute.

I laughed, "I wasn't implying this was up for debate, Mother."

Her face was going red yet again, a clear mixture of shame and excitement. "Please, Victoria."

"I like that, Mother, begging to eat your daughter's cunt," I smiled, continuing to establish a clear line between mistress and submissive.

She glanced between my legs, her brief moment of strong will already crumbling, just like it did when she gave into Olivia after she had just submitted to me. "This is too overwhelming," she finally said.

"What? Being your daughter's submissive?" I asked, continuing to remind her who was in charge.

"Yes, no, I mean," she struggled to form a sentence, tears beginning to stream down her face.

"What's wrong?" I asked, getting off the table shifting from dominant to caring daughter.

"It's just Olivia is expecting me to give you to her and you are expecting me to give Olivia to you," she explained.

I pulled her in for a hug realizing just how fucked up the situation had become. I felt a strange maternal instinct to protect my suddenly insecure mother. "Mom, it's okay," I soothed.

For a brief moment of time I held my mom tight, our roles suddenly switched. Finally she spoke. "I love you, Victoria."

"I love you too, Mom," I answered back, before adding, "Mom you are a strong person."

"I used to think so," she smiled.

"Seriously, you brought us to America, raised me single-handedly and created a successful career for yourself," I pointed out, trying to bolster my mother's once iron willed confidence.

"But it is all a house of cards," she replied cryptically.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"One bad decision, one time giving into temptation and everything I worked so hard to make a reality can come crumbling down," she continued.

"Mom, I can protect you," I said confidently, the video of Olivia's mom's submission on my phone.

"Honey, she has so much more evidence to use against me. I am completely at her mercy and sadly," she paused, breaking eye contact, before she admitted, "and sadly I revel in it."

"I have evidence too," I said pulling out my phone.

"You don't get it," Mom said, her eyes going a little wild. "I can't disobey her, nor do I want to. I don't want to crush her or stop her; I just don't want you drawn into her web of submission."

"I can look after myself," I confidently said.

"I know you believe you can, but I thought so too and now look at me," she said.

"What was her last order?" I asked, knowing my mom needed an intervention of sorts, clearly her addiction was controlling her life.

"There was one thing," she answered, avoiding answering the question which implied it had something to do with me.

"Tell me," I said, curious what Olivia had planned for my mother and potentially, for me.

"I am to videotape you admitting your feelings for Olivia," she began.

"I don't have feelings for her, I just said that to see how you reacted when I began seducing you," I countered.

"I know that, but Olivia doesn't. She only hears what I want her to hear," Mom said, clearly trying her hardest to protect me even though she was too weak to protect herself.

"Hmmmm," I said, trying to decide how to play this.

"She is coming over for dinner tomorrow on the pretense that she is here to learn more about my job, but really will end in her revealing she owns me and consequently you," Mom finished.

I already knew of the dinner plan and instantly an idea popped into my head. "Mom, I have the perfect plan."

"You do?" She asked.

"I will get her mother over here before Olivia arrives and have her under the table. If I know Olivia, and I do, she will reveal her power over you in some dramatic way like making you go under the table and service her in front of me...when that happens, her mother will instead be the one doing the serving. The key will be to videotape it," I said, my plan brilliant.

"What if she doesn't order me under the table?" Mom asked, clearly skeptical of the plan.

"She will," I confidently predicted. "Olivia will want to show me her power by humiliating you in front of me thus humiliating me too."

"Sounds like Olivia," Mom said after a moment.

After our intimate family moment done, I jumped back up onto the kitchen table, and opened my legs, "Now where were we?"

"You really are insatiable," Mom smiled playfully, as she moved between my legs.

"If nothing else, without Olivia we would never have had this," I smiled.

"What? Incest where you use your mother as your submissive play thing," she said, burying her head between my legs.

"Exactly," I laughed as she began licking my cunt. Looking down at her between my legs was sexually stimulating unlike any experience I had ever had, and ironically I had to thank Olivia for turning my mother from super reserved to extremely submissive. Mom also had become very good at licking pussy as she had my orgasm building instantly and after a couple of minutes she slid two fingers inside me and after a few seconds she found my g-spot and I screamed, "Fuck Mooooooommy, don't stop you fucking cunt-muncher."

My orgasm coursed through me intensely as she did things to me no other person had ever done. My breathing was erratic, my body twitched and I babbled incoherently a variety of nonsense.

Once my orgasm had run its course, I pushed her head away, as her tongue had began to make me need to pee. She looked up at me, her eyes full of fear, as if fearing I was disappointed with her. I quickly reassured her, "Oh Mom, I'm not upset with you; you just gave me the best orgasm of my life. It's just you also got me sensitive and if you kept licking me I would have peed on you."

"You may if you wish," she replied instantly, her submissive personality jumping at the potential opportunity to please me.

"Has that bitch peed on you?" I asked in total shock and disgust.

Her face went beet red at my question, before she stammered, "T-t-today she did."

"That fucking bitch," I snapped, standing up anger raging inside me.

Mom tried to defend Olivia which was ludicrous. "She was testing my obedience because I have no real evidence of proving you were my submissive."

"Which I'm not," I snapped.

"I know, but she thinks you are," she countered, clearly stressed about how our conversation had transpired.

"Did you like it?" I asked, not expecting the answer I would get.

"Yes," she whispered looking away.

"Pardon?" I asked, hearing the answer but not believing it.

"Yes," she admitted, looking up at me. "It was surprisingly quite a turn-on."

"You got turned on getting peed on?" I asked.

"I swallowed most of it," Mom sheepishly admitted.

"You drank her piss?" I asked, flabbergasted by her answer.

"I did as I was told," she admitted, her tears freely flowing down her cheeks. "I just can't say no to her."

"This ends tomorrow," I snarled, still furious, both at my mother's pathetic weakness and more so to Olivia's treatment of my mother. I stormed away, no longer wanting to talk about Olivia. Plus, if Olivia was going to continue to humiliate my mother, it was time to return the favor with a little dogging action.

Once in my room, I texted Lauren, Olivia's mother:

Slut, meet me at The Love Shack at 8. Don't be late or you'll be punished severely. Mistress V

I went and had a shower to calm down as I tried to figure out how to crush Olivia once and for all. Yet, as the hot water sprayed down on me, the thought of golden showers popped into my head. What would it taste like? What would it feel like? Suddenly, I cursed myself as I realized I was getting pulled into submissive feelings like my mother...and I am not submissive. Yet, as I closed my eyes to wash my hair Olivia's smug face popped into my head and she said confidently, "You're next."

I threw the shampoo bottle against the wall, angry at the power Olivia had over my mother.

Once out of the shower, I decided I would humiliate Olivia's mother tonight, videotape it on my phone and have it ready for the final confrontation with Olivia.

My phone was flashing that I had received a text. I clicked on it and it was a reply from Lauren:

I can't; I am going to be at a family supper...it is my husband's birthday.

I smiled as a new plan popped into my head; this would be a perfect opportunity to show my power over Lauren by making her leave her husband and daughter.

I texted:

Where, slut?

I worried she may not reply, but she did:

Nadine's.

I inquired:

When, cunt licker?

She replied:

8PM. Please I'll do whatever you wish tomorrow...please allow me to be a good wife for one evening.

I replied lying:

Of course my pet...you can have one night of family time.

Perfect, I thought. Nadine's was the fanciest restaurant in town. I already knew what Lauren would be dining on...my cunt.

.....

After dinner, I was getting ready to go out, while texting friends back in England, when Mom walked in sheepishly and asked, "I'm so sorry, Victoria."

"I am too," I sighed, before adding, "but this ends now. You are my mother, my slut and I will not have you submitting to my enemy any more, is that understood?"

There was a long pause as Mom obviously struggled with my expectations. Finally, she whispered, not making eye contact, "I'll try."

"Try?" I said. "You don't try, you do. It's that black and white."

"But she is so powerful," Mom tried to explain.

"As am I," I countered, knowing I had to be strong for both of us.

"I know, but I," she tried to explain again, but still couldn't get the words out.

"I know, I know," I sighed dramatically, before shifting to sarcasm, "Olivia is irresistible, Olivia is powerful, Olivia is sexy."

"S-s-so are you," she stammered, clearly trying to keep me happy.

"Then choose," I snapped. "Either you are my mom, my pet, my submissive or you are not."

"Okay," Mom said, her tone not remotely believable.

"Okay, what?" I asked.

"Okay, I'm you mother and pet," she answered.

I walked to her and hugged her. "Mom, I will protect you at all costs."

"I know," she replied, tears again streaming down her face, "but can you protect yourself?"

"Of course I can," I replied, taken back by the question.

"Olivia will do whatever she has to do to win," she warned.

"As will I," I replied confidently, my plan for her mother now completely formulated.

I grabbed my phone and texted an ex-boyfriend who was now in college.

Darian Can you get some guys together to triple team a MILF slut? Victoria

Mom asked, "Who are you texting?"

"An old friend, plan 'Crush Olivia' is under way," I smiled, trying to replicate Olivia's smugness.

My phone buzzed.

Victoria What do you have in mind? We have a keg party planned for tonight, so there will be plenty of horny guys here.

I smiled and called him.

"Hi, sweetheart, long time no talk," my player ex-boyfriend oozed.

I snapped my fingers and pointed to my feet. Mom dropped to her knees and crawled to me as I sat at the edge of my bed.

"Indeed. Long story short, I have a slutty MILF whore who I need to test her obedience to me and I thought a nice dogging session would be the ultimate test," I answered.

"You always were more into cunt than cock," he said jokingly.

"I like them both, but I didn't want to share as you seemed to," I countered, reminding him why we broke up.

I lifted my foot to Mom's lips and she began sucking my toes as expected.

"Truce," he chuckled. "So what do you have in mind?"

"I'll bring over the slut and you guys use her as you wish. But the only phone allowed is mine," I explained.

"Fair enough, come over around ten. There should be lots of guys ready to shoot a load by then," he said.

"See you then," I agreed, smiling from ear to ear.

After hanging up, I looked at Mom, whose face was ruby red; obviously she thought I was talking about her. I comforted her, "The dogging is for Olivia's mom at Kappa Lamba frat house."

"Oh," she said, as she sucked my pinky toe.

"I've got to get ready," I said, not remembering the last time I'd had a real cock. I figured I might as well get myself some college cock, as an added bonus, while there to video Olivia's mom being gangbanged. I preferred girls by a long shot, but the odd quickie with a guy was a nice diversion.

I walked to my closet while Mom watched from her subservient position.

"You may go, Mom," I said.

"Yes, Mistress," she replied, and she left without another word.

I felt I had finally got through to her and now just had to finish the plan. I dressed in a black leather skirt, black pantyhose, which I had cut a hole in the crotch for easy access by mouth or cock, a gold blouse that really made me look ravishing, and four inch fuck me pumps. I looked like I was on the prowl and really I was.

.....

I got to Nadine's just after eight, I perused the room for the happy family, only able to see Olivia from where I stood, and then headed to the bathroom.

I texted the Mommy-slut:

Come to the bathroom now....stall at the end.

DON'T MAKE ME COME AND GET YOU!!!

I smiled at my threat as I unzipped my skirt and lowered it to my ankles, sat down on the toilet at the end stall, and waited. Not surprisingly, the click of heels sounded a minute later.

The sounds got nearer before the stall door opened and Lauren appeared dressed elegantly in a red cocktail dress.

"You look delicious, my pet," I complimented.

"Please, not here," she pleaded, as I spread my legs, answering her question before it was even asked.

"It's now or at your house later tonight," I shrugged, "It's your choice."

She looked back as if someone may be behind her, before entering the stall and locking it.

"You better hurry before your bitch daughter wonders what is taking so long," I smiled.

She sighed resigned to her fate as she lowered herself between my legs, slowly, lifting up her dress as she kneeled on her nylon-clad knees.

Without a word she leaned forward slowly, clearly trying to avoid messing up her make-up or hair, and began licking me.

I moaned, "I can't believe you're licking my cunt on your husband's birthday, you must really be a slut."

After a few seconds, I was about to say more when someone else entered the bathroom and soon was in the stall beside us. Lauren froze clearly petrified of being caught publicly in such a compromising position; I grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her into my cunt. Knowing after my own mom's tongue on me, I would not come as quick with such a slow process, I decided to just rub my cunt juices all over her face making a mess of her make-up.

I ground my cunt on her face and ran my fingers through her hair, making that a mess too. The toilet in the next stall flushed and a minute later whoever it was had left. I was just considering fucking Lauren's face to an orgasm when Olivia came into the bathroom.

"Mother, are you in here?" Olivia asked.

"Go ahead, you may leave," I whispered.

"Like this?" she whispered back, pointing to her face.

"Better your daughter than your husband," I shrugged.

"Mom," Olivia called out again.

Lauren got up, wiped her face with her sleeve, sighed and excited the stall.

Olivia gasped, "What happened to you?"

I pulled up my skirt as I decided on a whim to reveal my cards. I took a deep breath and sauntered out of the stall to face a totally confused Olivia.

Olivia's face was so stunned I wish I would have had a video camera. At first confused and then the realization of what had happened and why her mother was so disheveled became clear.

I had finally made the bitch speechless.

"You came too early Olivia...thus I didn't get to," I said, bubbling with smug confidence. Walking past a still stunned Olivia, I said to the ashamed mother, "we will finish this later, slut."

Olivia's face burned red as I sauntered past her smugly.

Before she could formulate a response, I left the washroom leaving the mother-daughter to deal with their situation the same way I had to with mine not so long ago.




Catching Mommy: Protecting Slut-Mom



I stopped, realizing that I needed to make clear that I too had blackmail evidence on her mother as well as her; I peeked back into the bathroom in time to hear Lauren trying to explain.

"She...blackmailed...me...because...of...you," Lauren said between sobs.

"How the fuck..." Olivia began before I interrupted.

"Just so you know," I said, Olivia turning around at the sound of my voice with daggers in her eyes, "in case you were planning to get revenge by outing my mother, I have video evidence of your mother in compromising situations as well as you."

"This isn't over," Olivia said through gritted teeth.

"Oh, I know," I smiled.

"Watch your back," she threatened.

"I'll try but it's hard with your mother's face buried in my front all the time," I retorted, then leaving, happy with getting in the last word.

Once back in my car, Thrilled with how it went, and realizing I wouldn't be able to get Lauren to the dogging humiliation I had planned, I texted Darian:

Hey baby, plans changed, but I'm fucking horny as hell.

He texted back:

Great offer, baby. Getting beer right now, can you wait till ten?

I sighed looking at the clock it was only 8:40. I texted back;

Fine...but you better be good.

He replied back:

I usually don't get any complaints.

I drove back home with time to kill and was surprised to find that Mom wasn't home even though her car was in the drive way. I went inside and texted her:

Where are you?

I didn't get a response and an uneasy feeling hit me. What if my plan had backfired? Had Olivia called Mom during this brief time since our meeting in the bathroom. I called her but eventually got her voice mail. "Call me ASAP," I demanded.

I was beginning to freak out when I received a text from her:

At the movies with Brenda.

Relieved, I went to the washroom and then headed over to the frat house.

Arriving there a couple of minutes after ten, I texted:

I'm here big boy where are you?

A text came a few moments later as I entered a surprisingly half empty frat house. Usually these parties were wild and full. The text from Darian explained why and raised my anxiety instantly:

Out back, your slut showed up and is already getting triple teamed as we speak.

I hadn't sent Lauren here, nor even mentioned it to her, and instinctively I knew it was my mom who was the slut he was referring to. I didn't know how Olivia had done it, but obviously she had. How did she even know? Yet, I knew before I even witnessed it with my own eyes.

As I reached the back, I saw a big crowd outside of the house and all the blood drained from my face as I pushed my way through the crowd already knowing what I was going to see.

My mom, dressed in a high school cheerleading outfit from my school, thigh high stockings, a masquerade mask vaguely hiding her identity, was on the ground, leaning forward taking a cock into her mouth, while sitting atop a cock, while yet another boy was pounding her ass. At least a dozen more guys were forming a line to await their turn to fuck the MILF slut provided for the evening's entertainment.

Unexpectedly I got a text from an unknown number:

Check.

I was confused by the one word text as I stared mortified at what I was witnessing. My plan of humiliating Olivia's mother by having her videotaped dogging had backfired miserably. Yet, I couldn't do anything about it. I couldn't go and save my mom as then everyone would know who she was. Instead, I boiled with anger as I tried to think of how to revenge this.

Darian saw me and walked over. "Shit girl, you told me she was a slut but this one is crazy."

Playing along, I said, "She is insatiable."

"Shit, that would be putting it lightly," he laughed.

"What do you mean?" I asked, curious if he knew anything I didn't.

"You said three guys, but when she got here she told me her fantasy was to be watched fucking as many guys as she could," he revealed.

"Are these the first three?" I asked, hopefully.

"The guy on the ground hasn't changed, but it's the second in her mouth and ass. She is the hottest, nastiest, MILF I have ever seen and I have had quite a few," he said.

The disgusting thought that he had not only fucked me, but now had fucked my mom as well I asked, "Did you do her?" even though I already knew the answer before I even asked.

He looked at me confused. "She told me you insisted that I be the first in her ass."

"Oh right," I said feigning forgetfulness.

He smiled, grabbing his junk, "I'll be ready in a bit if you still want a piece of this."

"I'll take a rain check," I said, knowing I had to get out of here.

Before I could turn to leave I heard Mom's pleading voice, "More, I need more."

I shouldn't of, but I looked to see as one guy pulled out of her ass and another was just about to replace him.

"Text me when the slut is done," I ordered.

"Sure," he said, turning back to watch the show.

I began walking back through the crowd needing space to clear my head when I received another text from the unrecognizable number:

What leaving already?

I stopped in my tracks and looked around.

I quickly texted back knowing that it was Olivia and that she was here somewhere:

Two can play this game.

I continued walking, my body burning with anger knowing I had to go and get to Olivia's mother somehow.

Behind me, Mom screamed, "Yes, fuck my ass."

Mortified, I knew I needed to confront Olivia now.

Another text came:

You played your cards to early...Checkmate...bitch.

I laughed and texted back:

Oh you may have my queen, but I have yours too.

Again Mom's desperate sexual hunger echoed around me, she was obviously enjoying the gangbang I accidently set up for her, "Another cock please another cock," she begged frantically.

Shame pulsed through me at how my mom could not stand up for herself. It was up to me to save her from not only Olivia, but herself.

I looked around; knowing Olivia had to be nearby. Unable to spot her, frustration began to build as I wanted to meet her face to face.

As if reading my mind, she texted again:

Let's end this.

A chill went up my spine...a final showdown. This had to end and it had to end now. I texted back:

Just tell me when and where.

I walked back through the frat house and towards my car. I had planned to somehow be here for mom when her humiliation was done...although she sure didn't look or sound humiliated...but I needed to get some insurance in the form of more incriminating video of Lauren.

My phone rang just as I reached my car.

Looking at the number I was surprised it was Becka. I smiled for the first time since arriving at the frat house, reminiscing of her between my legs this morning, although it seemed so long ago considering this crazy day.

Trying to sound casual, I answered, "Hi, Becka."

"Hi, Victoria," she replied, her tone hinting something was amiss.

"What's wrong, Becka?" I asked.

She was clearly upset. "I have a message for you from Olivia."

"Why the fuck can't she do anything herself?" I snapped.

"S-s-she wants you to meet her at my house at midnight," Becka said stammering clearly uncomfortable being involved in this.

I looked at my watch. That was over an hour and a half away. "Is she there now?" I asked.

"No," Becka said.

"Where are your parents?" I asked, finding it strange we would meet at her house.

"In Vegas," she admitted.

"All right," I agreed. "Tell the bitch I will be there."

"Okay," she said, before adding, "and Victoria."

"Yes," I asked, annoyed at her weakness as well.

"I'm so, so sorry," she said and hung up before I could ask why.

I texted Olivia back:

Too scared to just meet one on one...bitch?

I didn't get a response back as I texted her slut mother.

Slut, Where are you right now?

As I waited for a response, I tried to come up with a new plan. I definitely needed Lauren with me when the confrontation took place. Yet, other than the video evidence I had on Olivia's mother, which she had equally embarrassing video of my mom also, I had no trump card to play. On the other hand, her family was way wealthier than mine and such a scandal would shock her world more than mine; although Mom would definitely be out of work if the truth of her sexual proclivity was ever made public.

Finally a response came from Lauren:

I'm with my daughter. She says to tell you check.

"Fuck," I cursed as I sat in my car pondering my next move. I couldn't just show up and face Olivia empty handed.

Looking at the clock, it was almost eleven; I decided to return to the party determined to make sure I got Mom home and not in some other scene of sexual debauchery.

"Where are you going bitch?" I heard from behind me, the unmistakable voice of Olivia.

I turned around and looked at her with daggers in my eyes. She had Kristina to her left and another blonde bimbo follower, Angela to her right.

She smiled as she asked, "To get that slut mother of yours?"

"Takes one to know one," I countered.

She walked towards me with a smug confidence that pissed me off even more. Dressed in a plaid skirt, nylons and blouse she looked straight out of a private school uniform advertisement. Her bimbo posse followed behind her like they always did looking vapid as ever.

"So you got my mother," she said as she reached me.

"It was rather easy, she really is a slut," I said, pulling out my phone, "Want to see?"

She laughed, "You have evidence of me and I you...but there is one major difference."

"And what is that?" I asked.

"I'll share that info at Becka's tonight...if you have the guts to show," she said.

"Why are you here then?" I asked, getting frustrated by this whole conversation.

"To pick up my slut, of course," she revealed. "Plus, I thought I would give you one more chance to admit the obvious."

"That you are a fucking twat," I shot back in anger.

Ignoring my blatant bitterness, she said, "Well using your language, what is the term again, that you fancy me."

Her finger went to my lips and I slapped it away, as I said, "That will be a cold day in hell."

"Your mother told me the whole sordid ordeal of you and her on the drive to her gangbang. Apparently, you are vying to be her Mistress too," she revealed.

"That's ludicrous," I said to both accusations, sensing the situation getting out of hand and a sudden wetness slithering down my leg.

"I agree," Olivia laughed harshly. "You are definitely a submissive like your mother."

"Your mother doesn't think so," I countered, before adding, looking at Katrina, "or yours either."

"You fucking bitch," Katrina snapped, as she lunged towards me.

Olivia snapped her fingers and Katrina stopped instantly.

I sarcastically smirked, "Do you sit up and roll over too?"

Katrina wanted to speak but didn't, the power hierarchy of Olivia's posse obvious.

"Good puppy," I quipped, stirring the pot even more.

"We will continue this conversation somewhere more private, where you can submit to me once and for all," Olivia said smugly.

"It will be you submitting to me," I countered.

"Now that is funny," Olivia laughed before getting serious. "Midnight at Becka's."

"Whatever," I said, acting tough even though I knew I was getting in over my head.

"My mom is already at Becka's; go get your incest loving mommy-slut and meet me at Becka's," Olivia ordered.

"Don't ever tell me what to do," I said, venom in my tone.

"Fine, I'll get her," Olivia said, adding, "she is my submissive anyway."

"Never again," I said firmly.

"Why don't you let your mother decide? I believe you told her tonight to choose between you and me...how did that turn out?" She asked.

"Fuck you," I snapped back, having nothing powerful to counter with.

"Oh I plan to soon enough, Victoria," she smiled. "You will be on your knees begging to please me very soon, very, very soon."

"That will never happen," I replied, even as my cunt continued to betray me.

"Never say never," she said, "no one has been able to resist me yet."

"Well there is always a first time for everything," I retorted.

"Denial is such a sad, sad thing, Victoria," Olivia said smugly. "I know you are a submissive, just like your mother."

She began to walk past me.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"To get my slut," she said rather matter-of-factly. "Didn't I already make that clear?"

"I'll get her," I said, wanting to talk to her before the upcoming confrontation.

"My slut?" She asked, smiling.

"Just get out of here," I said, the longer the conversation went the worse it kept going for me.

"No, I'm going to get her," Olivia said firmly.

"No, I am," I said.

"Fine," Olivia shrugged. "You go get my slut and make sure she is with you at Becka's."

I glared at her before walking by her, my shoulder slamming into hers as I headed back towards the frat house, realizing I had just obeyed her.

"Don't be late," Olivia called out all sing-song, her friends giggling behind her.

I flashed her the finger without looking back.

Inside the frat house, the party was now getting into full swing and I prayed that meant my mom wasn't still bring used as a cum bucket for every guy in the fraternity. Reaching the now smaller audience, I saw Mom was now servicing four guys at once. She was riding a cock, sucking another while she stroked two more cocks one in each hand.

As I watched, trying to figure out how I was going to get her out of here, I felt hands on my hips.

I turned to slap whoever it was, already being in a pissed off mood. Darian said, seeing my face, "Truce."

"I'll take that rain check now," I said, so horny that I knew I needed to come before I could think straight once again.

"I hoped you'd say that," he smiled.

"Pull that thing out, I need it now," I said hungrily.

"Here?" he asked surprised.

"Yes, just sit on the bench there and I will do the rest," I smiled, pointing to a secluded bench just outside the peripheral of Mom's gangbang.

"Sure thing baby," he said, leading me to my much needed quickie.

As soon as he was sitting and had his cock out, thankfully already hard and ready to get to work, I pulled my skirt down and lowered myself on him.

I bounced on his cock, taking all seven inches in me. My cunt already on fire, I knew it wouldn't take long to get off. Between not getting off at Nadine's and for some fucking unknown reason my conversation with Olivia, I was ready to burst.

I watched from afar as my mom took a load on her face and then took another cock in her mouth as she continued riding the cock she was straddling.

Ironically, mother and daughter were both bouncing up and down on frat boy cock which made me laugh.

"What?" Darian asked.

"Sorry, just watching the slut," I said.

"That slut of yours can really go. She has fucked or sucked over thirty guys," he said.

My orgasm imminent, I closed my eyes, and imagined briefly it was me getting fucked by guy after guy. Just as my orgasm hit, the guys in my fantasy switched to girls and it was Olivia fucking me. "Fuuuuuck," I moaned, the orgasm hitting me hard. I let it wash through me Olivia's smug smiling face refusing to get out of my head.

Pissed off at myself, at Olivia and at my mother for getting me involved in this mess, I got off Darian before he could come and ordered. "Tell the boys these are the last four."

"What about me?" he asked.

"Go finish on her," I said, pointing to my mom.

"Sure," he agreed, calling out, "Shows ending fellas." He slapped my ass and walked over to Mom.

A few minutes later the last of the guys shot their cum on Mom who was now a white, gooey mess from head to toe.

"Let's go slut," I ordered once she was finished getting coated with cum.

She heard my voice and turned to me, the look on her face, as best as I could tell one of surprise.

"Now!" I ordered.

She stood up, her legs clearly weak after the past hour plus of being used as a fuck toy and walked to me...clearly a walk of shame.

Reaching me, I said, "Just follow me."

She nodded and I led her through the frat house and to the car, almost everyone stopping to stare at the older woman dripping with cum from all over her body.

Once in the car, Mom immediately got in apologizing mode, "I'm so sorry, Victoria."

"Don't!" I snapped. "I don't want to hear it."

She immediately stopped although it was obvious she wanted forgiveness.

We drove in silence briefly before I said, tears welling in my eyes, "You chose her over me."

"It-it-it wasn't like that," she responded.

"What was it like then, Mother," I said bitterly. "Olivia somehow knew our whole conversation today."

"I'm just too weak, Victoria," she said. "I can't say no to her no matter how much I try."

"So I see," I said, my tone still sharp.

After a moment, trying to remain calm, I explained everything that had transpired at the restaurant, the dogging plan that backfired, the confrontation with Olivia a little while ago and the midnight showdown about to happen.

"You can't go," she said, genuine fear in her expression.

"I have to go, I must stop her," I said. "Plus, I have to save you as you obviously can't save yourself."

"Please don't go," she pleaded.

"What choice do I have?" I asked. "You're willing to risk everything to obey her every whim."

"But your future is still safe," she said.

"Was that before or after you told your Mistress that we have an incestuous relationship?" I snapped, my anger at her not easy to control.

She again stopped speaking. I knew I had hurt her but sometimes the truth hurts. Finally, I whispered, my tone, expressing my hurt, as I repeated what was really bothering me, "You picked her over me."

"It wasn't like that," Mom said again trying to explain. "I love you with all heart and soul but somehow there is like a hypnotic pull when she speaks. I want to disobey her, I know I should disobey her, yet I don't, I can't."

"I'm dropping you off at home" I said, realizing that it was the only way to protect her.

"You can't go alone," Mom said.

"I can't take you; you just said you always obey her and I am not sure I could handle watching you choose her over me in front of me," I said.

"I wouldn't," she said.

"Are you sure?" I asked as we pulled up into our driveway.

After a brief silence Mom admitted the obvious, "No."

Parked, I said, still wounded from my Mom's weakness, "I will end this tonight."

"How?" Mom asked.

"By standing up to her, someone has to," I said, confident in myself.

"I thought I could too," Mom said.

"Go," I said.

"Please, don't go," Mom said pleadingly.

"Now!" I said, not looking at her, my resolve to finish this firm.

As she got out of the car, she said, "Please be careful, I don't want you turning out like me."

"Mom," I said, turning soft, "All I have ever wanted to be was as strong as you. We will get through this together."

I could feel tears in my eyes and could see tears forming in hers.

"Now go, this ends tonight," I ordered.

The car door closed, I quickly backed up and headed towards Becka's. I really had no idea what I was going to do, what I was going to say, but I knew that I had to end this once and for all. I had to be strong for Mom and resist Olivia at all costs.

Looking in the review mirror, I could see Mom watching me drive away. I turned away, there was no more looking back only looking forward with one goal in mind...to avenge my mother and crush Olivia.

Accepting I couldn't do it on my own, and accepting begrudgingly I had my own weakness towards Olivia, I knew I couldn't go against her alone.




Catching Mommy: Protecting Slut-Mom



Suddenly, a plan formed. I realized I couldn't beat her on my own...but she could be beat.

I pulled to the side of the road, smiling a plan finally formulating in my mind, I pulled out my phone and dialed.

The end for now...

Will Victoria be able to resist the undeniable charms of the hypnotic dominant bitch Olivia?

Will Olivia be able to crush her nemesis and most challenging conquest yet?

Will Kate, Victoria's mom, ever be able to break free from the powerful invisible chains of sexual submission she is currently bound by?

Will Olivia's mother Lauren's weaknesses lead to the downfall of her dominant daughter at the hands of our sexy protagonist Victoria?

Will Olivia join Victoria in the naughty taboo of incest with her submissive mother Lauren?

What will happen when Olivia and Victoria meet face to face, breast to breast and cunt to cunt?

What role will the adorable submissive Becka play in the final showdown?

Who will win? Victoria? Olivia? Both? Neither?

These and many more questions will be answered in the exciting conclusion of the Catching Mommy series that includes cheerleaders, nerds, MILF submissives, a teacher, a maid, two teen dommes and an epic lesbian orgy coming to a computer screen, phone or ipad near you in 2014.



Catching Mommy: Victoria Wins



WARNING: This is one of three alternate endings to the Catching Mommy saga. You can also read Catching Mommy: Olivia Wins (for the TEAM OLIVIA fans) and Catching Mommy: Win Win For All (for the kinky romantics at heart). 

Note 1: A great, big, super thanks goes to MAB7991, Robert and Goamz for their dedicated copy-editing. 

Note 2: Another thanks goes to Goamz86, LaRascasse and MAB7991 for plot suggestions earlier in the series. 

Note 3: Lastly, a thank you to all my readers who voted, and left comments for this story so far. Part 5 is the highest rated of the series and with over 275 comments is my most commented on story. The debate of Victoria or Olivia has warmed my heart and pussy, surprised me greatly and pushed me to write an epic story that both is erotic and keeps you guessing...an erotic thriller of sorts. Part 6 disappointed some because I didn't end the series as promised..well here is the ending (or endings if you choose to read all three) and I feel I came up with three fun, sexy and fulfilling ends to this crazy series. 

Note 4: Because two of the characters are English, I will sometimes use English words like arse (for ass...it sounds so much dirtier), knickers (for panties...which also somehow sounds naughtier), shag (for fuck...I just imagine the English accent and get wet), slag (for slut...which I think sounds so much worse), snog (for kiss...which I find hard to say with a straight face), bugger (for fuck...also makes sex sound dirtier), rodgering (for arse fucking which again is nasty as hell), dogging (which is public outdoor sex), fancy (which is a way to say I like you). 

Catching Up! A crash course reminder of what happened previously in the Catching Mommy series: 

Part 1: A Shocking Secret: An 18-year-old English girl transplanted to Boston, Victoria, stays home sick one day and accidentally learns that her proud, dignified, lawyer Mom is a submissive lesbian to another 18-year-old girl. To make matters worse her Mom's Mistress is none other than Victoria's arch-enemy. (Don't deny it, if you are a female you had one in high school too!!) 

Part 2: Blackmailing a MILF: Shocked by Olivia's attack on her mother and her disgusting attitude, Victoria decides to get revenge by blackmailing her arch-enemy's Mother and making her a lesbian sub. (They say revenge is a dish best served sweaty and hot!!) 

Part 3: Creating a Slut: Victoria announces to her Mom, she is a lesbian, as she begins to set up her Mother for the inevitable seduction. Meanwhile, her Mom begins her own plan to seduce her daughter. Lastly, Victoria continues the training of her new pet...her arch enemy's Mother and her own mother's Mistress. 

Part 4: Daughter's Domme: Victoria confronts her mother about her dark secret and makes her Mother her personal submissive. 

Part 5: Housewife Lesbians: Victoria is betrayed by her mother; Victoria briefly weakens when confronted at school by Olivia; Victoria learns her best friend is also a submissive plaything to Olivia; after seeing her mother again dominated by her nemesis, Victoria seeks revenge by videotaping Olivia's mother and another MILF in very compromising positions. 

Part 6: Protecting Slut-Mom: Victoria forces her mother to make a choice; Victoria party crashes Olivia's father's birthday supper with erotic and surprising results; Olivia is briefly made speechless; a MILF sub is gangbanged at a frat house in front of many; Olivia and Victoria meet face to face both confident they can turn the other. 

And now...finally... the exciting conclusion(s) of Catching Mommy: Victoria Wins. 

As I drove towards my confrontation with Olivia a plan suddenly popped into my head. 

I pulled over and called June, Olivia's mother and my pet. 

"Hi, slut," I said. 

"It's almost midnight," she said. Clearly, I had woken her up and she wasn't pleased. 

"Thanks, clock," I quipped sarcastically. "I expect you to be ready to be picked up in ten minutes." 

"That isn't possible," she said. 

"I wasn't asking your opinion," I snapped. "Be fucking ready in ten minutes or else the video goes viral." 

"And what am I to tell my husband?" she asked. 

"That you have a teen Mistress and she needs her cunt licked, or that you have become a submissive play thing because of your bitch daughter," I replied, before adding, "or you could just say that you have to go pick up Olivia from a party." 

"Fine," she said, clearly pissed at her predicament. 

"See you in ten," I said, all sing-song, "And dress to please." 

"Fine," she said again, although it obviously wasn't fine. 

I called a dozen of my friends, all victims of Olivia's, or the cheerleader's, nasty ways and told them to meet me at Becka's. I also quickly drove back home and grabbed a few of my toys. 

Mom asked, now in her pajamas, "What are you going to do?" 

"Get revenge," I said, going to my room and grabbing every toy I had...and handcuffs I had bought long ago but had never used. 

Coming back down the stairs, I quickly explained my plan and Mom asked, "Think it can work?" 

"I hope so," I said, the plan not really thought out much beyond the impulse it was. 

"I really don't want you to go," she said. 

"I have no choice," I said. "You are too weak to stand up to her and thus I must." 

"But what if she gets you, too?" Mom asked. 

"She won't," I said, confidently. 

"She is not one to lose," Mom pointed out. 

"Neither am I," I countered, kissing her on the lips before adding, "Once I am done tonight, the only Mistress you will have is me." 

"I hope so," she said, her tone implying she was sincere. 

I left her alone and headed to the Phillips'. As soon as I arrived, Lauren came out in a hurry, her heels in her hand, as she reached the car. Once in, I started driving as she said, "This thing with you and Olivia has gone far enough." 

"I couldn't agree more," I said. "That is where you come in." 

"How so?" she asked, as she began putting her heels on. 

"I am going to confront her right now and you are going to help me put her in her place," I said. 

"What's my role?" she asked. 

"Blackmail," I smiled ominously, my devious plan beginning to form. 

We arrived at Becka's and, as instructed, the rest of the group was waiting across the street. "Let's go, slut." 

"Who are those people?" she asked. 

"Just a few of your daughter's enemies," I smiled, getting out of the car and grabbing my bag. 

Walking across the street, I said, "Thanks for coming, ladies." 

"Are you serious?" Tara asked. Tara was an outcast for standing up to Olivia our sophomore year, otherwise she would probably be in the cheerleader cult herself as she was drop dead gorgeous and from a wealthy, prestigious family. 

"Deadly," I said, "They say revenge is a bitch and, well, she is a bitch." 

"You brought her mother?" Skyler asked, a sweetheart who always wore pigtails. Her parents were hippies, and she was always in long dresses and sandals, although I had noticed more than once, that she always wore pantyhose, too. 

"Slut, say hi to your daughter's soon to be Mistresses," I ordered. 

"You can't be serious?" Lauren said, looking at the mismatched group of female outcasts. 

"Take off your heels, slut," I demanded. 

"This needs to end," she repeated. 

"It will tonight," I promised, leading her to the grass and beside a van that would hide her from vehicles passing by, but not from people looking out their windows. "Now take off your fucking heels, you stupid fucking cunt." 

"Fine," she sighed dramatically, to show the slight hint of stubborn dignity she still had left, as she reluctantly obeyed. 

Her heels off, I ordered, "Fuck yourself with one of them." 

"Excuse me," she gasped. 

"On second thought double fuck yourself, one in your cunt and the other in your arse. One day you will fucking learn to obey or do you like getting punished?" 

"Please, Mistress," she begged, looking at the half dozen teenagers she didn't know. 

"Any more disobedience and I will have you knock on that door and ask if they will fuck your fat fucking arse with whatever they wish," I threatened. 

Her eyes big, finally catching on I was serious, she whispered, "Yes, Mistress," before lifting up her dress and putting the heel in her cunt. 

I said, "Tara, why don't you assist her with the other heel." 

"Really?" she asked, her eyes going big as she and the others watched the MILF fuck herself with the heel of a shoe. 

"Go ahead, the slut would love your assistance, wouldn't you Olivia's mother?" I asked. 

"Yes, Mistress, I would love your friend's help," she said, as I gave her a look that said just do as you're told. 

Tara tentatively took the heel from Lauren and moved behind the MILF. 

"Just shove it in," I instructed, "The slut loves something in her arse, don't you?" 

The humiliated Lauren weakly agreed, "Yes, Mistress, I love having my ass filled." 

"You mean your arse?" I corrected, the word sounding nastier. 

"Yes, Mistress, I meant I love having my arse filled," she moaned, as she pumped the heel in her cunt. 

Tara looked at me one more time before slowly pushing the heel into Lauren who whimpered as her arse got filled with the heel of the shoe. 

"I expect to see both those heels pumping into our little MILF bitch," I instructed, as Lauren stood awkwardly, on the grass looking absolutely hilarious. "Ladies and Simon, I am sick of these uppity bitches that think they run the school, particularly Olivia. She treats people like commodities and now it is time to return the favor." 

"H-h-how?" asked, Eleanor, a chubby redhead with crazy curly hair and too much acne who was humiliated by Olivia because she stutters when nervous. 

"A full frontal assault," I answered. "We go in like a team and I will threaten her with social suicide." 

"Who is with her?" Skyler asked. 

"Not sure, maybe a couple of her bimbo followers and obviously Becka, who I think will side with us when the opportunity arises," I said, hoping I was right. 

"Then w-w-what?" Eleanor asked, clearly uncomfortable with this whole plan. 

"Then we each get revenge on the bully bitches who have made our high school lives hell and make them our bitches," I smiled, waving the bag around, "and then we really have some fun." 

"What's in there?" Skyler asked. 

"Toys, lots of toys," I smiled. 

"For what?" Skyler confusedly asked, not catching on. 

"To literally fuck the living shit out of Olivia," I responded matter-of-factly. 

"Oh my God," Eleanor gasped. 

"Y-y-you m-m-mean have s-s-s-s-sex with h-h-her?" asked the shy Skyler. 

"I mean humiliate her completely in front of all of us. It is time to get back at her for all the teasing, torture and humiliation we have all endured at the hands of that bitch," I said, just as Lauren screamed. 

"Too deep," Lauren yelled, extremely loud for the public dogging she was currently a part of. 

"On your knees," I instructed, as I opened the bag of toys and pulled out a collar and leash, as Lauren obeyed, both her heels leaving her two holes. 

I walked over to Olivia's mother and put the collar around her neck and attached the leash as well. Once on, I asked, "Does anyone want the honor of walking our pet?" 

"I do," Skyler said, walking over to me and taking the leash rather eagerly, considering she was the shy one. Before bending down and saying, her tone all playful like she was talking to a real puppy, "Aaaaaah, does puppy need to go for a walk?" 

"Y-y-yes," Lauren stuttered, her humiliation burning right through her. 

"So ladies, this is our time," I said, feeling like I was making some inspiring speech that would change the world like a nerd-liberation-Ghandi. "Stand tall, don't back down and do as I say." 

"I'm still unsure of the plan?" Eleanor said. 

"Confront her, and turn her into the grovelling bitch she is, through blackmail and sheer force of numbers," I explained. 

"And I get to fuck her?" Simon asked, a Star Wars fanatic who only wore Star Wars clothing and quoted the movies all the time. 

"You can put your light sabre in any of her three holes you wish," I smiled. 

"Sweet," Simon said, grinning from ear to ear. 

"May the force be in her," I quipped, giggling to myself. 

"Lead the way, Skyler," I said, my confidence bubbling over. "It's time." 

Just as we were about to cross the street, a car drove by, slowing down and getting a good look at a group of teenagers with a pet MILF. I waved as the older gentleman drove by before we crossed the street, led by our MILF pet crawling on all fours. 

Finally, reaching the door, I stopped and threatened Lauren. "If you don't obey every fucking order inside or try to prevent our revenge on your bitch daughter, the video of you and June dyking out goes viral." 

"Yes, Mistress," she nodded. 

I patted her head before I walked right in, having been at Becka's many times before. 

"Bitch, we are here," I called out, grabbing the leash and leading Olivia's mother to her. 

"Come on...what the fuck," Olivia said, as she saw her mother, on all fours with a collar around her neck and being led by a leash. 

Entering the room, I saw it was only Olivia, Katrina, Angela, and Becka, who was in-between Angela's legs. 

"What the fuck indeed," I quipped, as I walked over to Becka and pulled her out from between the bimbo bitch cheerleader's legs as the rest of my nerd posse entered the room. 

"Oh, this is adorable," Olivia laughed, "It's revenge of the nerds." 

"If you recall, the nerds won," Eleanor quipped. 

"Or is this revenge of the zits," Olivia snapped back. 

"This ends tonight," I said, keeping the focus on Olivia. 

"Agreed," Olivia said. "Becka get back between Angela's legs." 

"Don't you dare move Becka," I ordered. "It is time to regain your dignity and our school." Becka looked lost as to what she should do next, caught in the middle of two Dommes' orders. 

"Olivia laughed, "You think you can turn my own pets on me? How has that worked for your cunt-licking mother?" 

"I don't know, I have been too busy with your cunt-licking mother," I countered, before ordering Lauren, "Go suck Simon's cock and I expect a porn star blow job." 

"Please no," Lauren said, looking at me in desperation. 

Olivia ordered, "Mother, for fuck's sake, stand up." 

"Lauren do as you're fucking told or else," I threatened, glaring down at her. 

Lauren looked at me, then at Olivia and back to me, before wordlessly crawling to Simon and pulling his cock out of his pants. 

"Mother!" Olivia screamed just as Lauren took the teen nerd's cock in her mouth. 

"Keep sucking, slut," I ordered, my tone firm. 

"Mother, stop right now," Olivia demanded. 

Lauren didn't quit sucking Simon's cock as I said, moving in front of Olivia, "So welcome to the new social hierarchy." 

"Excuse me?" she asked. 

"Where I'm on the top and you're on the bottom, both figuratively and literally," I smiled. 

"That will never happen," she said, with her usual ice cold tone. 

"Actually it will happen tonight," I said confidently. "You're my bitch now," I said. 

"Now that is funny," Olivia said, as she glanced at her mom giving Simon head. 

"You see your mom is my slut," I began. 

"And your mom is mine," she countered, still smugly confident. 

"True, but the difference is my mom is a nobody here. I don't mean that in the real sense, but no one knows us here, and she could easily start over someplace else and forget this whole debacle ever happened. You and your mother, on the other hand, have an image to uphold, a pretentious grasp on the vain belief that your wealth and money matters. So if you release your video then we leave and start over...big deal; if I release my video your family's reputation is completely ruined," I threatened.  

"How do I even know that you have this alleged video?" she asked, although I could see her first hint of doubt. 

"Your mom is sucking Simon's cock in front of a group of total strangers," I said, turning to watch. Lauren, eyes closed, seemed to be enjoying Simon's surprisingly big cock as she bobbed back and forth rather eagerly. 

"Tell you what," Olivia said, realizing her predicament, but still talking tough. "I will leave your mother alone if you'll leave mine alone." 

"Or," I said, smiling back at her with the same bitch smile she had used on others so many times, "You and your bimbo cheerleaders drop to your knees, serve me and the other so called outcasts." 

"Fuck you," Katrina said, standing up. 

"Actually, it will be one of us fucking you very soon," I shot back. "Don't forget, your mother is the other lesbo in the video." 

Olivia glared at Katrina, "Shut the fuck up, Katrina." 

Katrina glared at me, but sat down. 

I quipped, my voice condescending as if I were talking to a puppy, "You're already a well-trained pet, aren't you?" 

Katrina was dying to respond but didn't as Olivia continued to try and bargain her way out of this situation, "Victoria, we need to end this pissing match." 

"Funny choice of words after what you did to my mother," I said. 

"Look, I'm sorry," Olivia apologized, her facial expression and tone implying she realized she was in a bind and was desperately trying to find a way out of a situation she was, for once, not in control of. 

"Oh God, yes, I'm coming, fuck," Simon grunted as he came in the MILF's mouth. 

Skyler said, "Victoria, I got that all on film." 

"Awesome," I said. "Get ready to put it online in case our new pets won't play." 

Olivia sighed, as I saw the first look of fear in her eyes and knew I had her. "I can pay you." 

"You want to pay to eat my cunt and service all of us?" I asked, knowing that was not her intent. "That's awfully generous of you." 

"How much will end this?" Olivia asked, obviously used to getting her way one way or another with either her looks, or the power of her money. 

"I am going to make this very clear. Olivia, drop to your knees and beg to please me as you declare your unconditional servitude to me. The other two get on their knees and crawl to one of the so-called social outcasts," I said, knowing I had her if I just remained patient. 

"And if we do this, you will delete the evidence?" Olivia asked, her tone shifting from confident to almost pleading. 

Angela gasped, standing up, "Olivia!" 

"Shut up!" Olivia snapped at her, as Angela recoiled at Olivia's tone and quickly sat back down. 

"Of course, if you do the same," I lied. "But you'd better obey every fucking order I make of you tonight, or the video goes viral and, trust me, it is a pretty graphic video." 

Olivia looked at her mom, who was now, much to my surprise, between Tara's legs licking away. 

"I think it is time for you to follow in your mother's footsteps," I smiled, pointing to Lauren. 

Olivia continued to try to bargain. "I can make you a cheerleader." 

"So I can shake my tits, suck jock cock and look like a whore?" I asked. "No thanks, I'd rather just finish what you started." 

Olivia was furious at the insult, but continued to play nice as she continued to think she could buy her way out of her predicament. "My dad has major connections. He can get you into any college, and on a full scholarship." 

I laughed, "I have already been accepted to Harvard and Columbia on full scholarships, but thanks anyways." 




Catching Mommy: Victoria Wins



Grasping at straws, she said, "You can have Katrina and Angela as unconditional pets." 

"What?" they both questioned in unison. 

"Just do as you're told," Olivia glared at them. 

"I've had enough," Angela said, standing up. "I am not your fucking plaything," she snapped, before starting to leave. 

"Get back here," Olivia demanded. 

Angela stopped, turned around and said to me, "I have evidence of Olivia cheating on last semester's biology final. I can give it to you if you need any more blackmail evidence." 

"You fucking bitch," Olivia yelled, moving towards her. 

"Stop!" I ordered. 

Olivia froze. 

"Look, I am not here to deal with your petty cheerleader squabbling, but Angela I would love that evidence and in return you can have Olivia as your pet once I am done with her," I offered. 

Olivia gasped, "This is ridiculous." 

"On your knees, Olivia," I ordered, knowing the time to finish this was now. " 

"But, I," she began to protest. 

"Fucking now, you dumb bitch," I snapped, putting my hand on her shoulders and pushing her onto her knees. 

She didn't resist and I stood in front of Olivia kneeling in her rightful subservient position. 

"Katrina, join your leader," I ordered. 

She glared at me, but obeyed, moving onto the floor and onto her knees. 

A chill went up my spine as I had finally won. I had broken the unbreakable. I had saved my mother, and now I was about to get my revenge. Turning to Angela, who hadn't left yet, I offered, "You are welcome to stay if you wish, it is going to be a long night of training these two." 

"I'd love to," Angela smiled. 

"Tonight I am Queen Victoria, is that clear?" I informed the two bitch cheerleaders below me. 

"Yes, Queen Victoria," Olivia whispered. 

"Louder, slut," I ordered, looking down on her. 

"Yes, Queen Victoria," Olivia said louder. 

"Look in your owner's eyes when you talk to her," I demanded. 

She looked up at me, tears beginning to form, as she repeated, "Yes, Queen Victoria." 

"And what about you Katrina?" I asked. "Who is your owner tonight?" 

"You are Queen Victoria," Katrina replied, her tone one of shock. 

"Actually, the true answer is we all are your owners," I smiled. "Now go find someone to serve, Katrina, while I train our former queen bee." 

"Yes, Queen Victoria," she replied as she began to stand up. 

"Get back on your fucking knees, slut!" I roared. "Pets fucking crawl." 

"S-s-sorry, Queen Victoria," Katrina stuttered, clearly frightened by my sudden burst of anger. 

"You're forgiven," I smiled, instantly speaking in a nice voice. "You are just a mindless sex puppet and sometimes I forget that you can't think for yourself." 

Her face burned with anger or shame or a mixture of both. 

"Now go fucking please one of your Mistresses," I ordered. 

I watched as Katrina was grabbed by the hair by Skyler who said, "I think we are going to give you some pigtails for me to pull." I smiled, knowing that Katrina had tugged on Skyler's many times. 

Tara screamed, startling us all, "I'm comiiiiiiing." 

I looked over at Becka, who had been silent all this time, a wallflower like she had always been before I learned of her submission to Olivia. "Want to help me with training this bitch?" 

"Yes, Mistress Victoria," Becka nodded. 

"Becka, we're friends. I'm not your Mistress, although we can definitely role play sometime if you wish," I smiled. 

"I would love that," she smiled, before adding, "Now let's teach this bitch her place." 

"Did you just say bitch?" I gasped mockingly. 

"Bitch, cunt, whore, slut," Becka listed as she moved to a stunned Olivia and slapped Olivia's across her face. "Payback is a bitch...bitch." 

"I love this new side of you Becka," I purred. 

Looking down at a red-faced and utterly bewildered Olivia, I asked, "Ready to serve?" 

"Y-y-yes, Queen Victoria," Olivia nodded. 

"You will obey every order without hesitation?" I asked. 

"Yes, Queen Victoria," she whimpered. 

"Good, Lauren get over here," I ordered, as I went to my bag of toys. Pulling out two strap-on cocks and some lube, I said, looking to the other girls, "Girls, feel free to use the toys if you wish." I smiled as I saw that Katrina was now naked and in pigtails. 

"Skyler asked, "Do you have another one of those?" 

"Strap-ons?" I asked. 

She nodded her head eagerly. 

"Yes, in the bag," I smiled. 

"Yummy," she said, as she went to get one. 

I returned to Olivia and Lauren and asked, "Ready to commit the ultimate sin?" 

"What? Please, no," Lauren said. 

"Oh yes," I said. "Both of you get naked except for the thigh highs. Olivia, that is at least one quirky kink we have in common." 

Both mom and daughter looked at each other before reluctantly obeying the order. 

"Becka, get your video camera," I instructed. 

"Love to," she said, quickly leaving the room. 

"Please don't make us do this," Olivia pleaded. 

"You mean like the way you made my mother try to seduce me?" I asked. 

"This is your entire fault, Olivia," Lauren coldly exclaimed, now wearing only thigh highs as well. 

"What?" Olivia asked. "You're the one on fucking film eating cunt." 

"To protect you," Lauren snapped back. "I was blackmailed because Mistress Victoria caught you domming her mother and filmed it." 

"I could watch you two bicker all night, but I'd rather make an incest film to make sure you two forever understand the consequences of fucking with me," I said. 

Lauren pleaded one more time, "Mistress, make me take Simon's cock in my cunt, make Olivia eat out every girl she ever treated poorly..." 

"Mother! Don't you..." Olivia began but was cut off by a harsh slap to the face by her mother. 

"You got us in this fucking mess, so shut the fuck up while I try to deal with it," Lauren blasted. 

Olivia shut up. 

"So here is the deal. You two will get into a 69. Whoever comes first loses and takes Simon's cock in their arse. Is that clear?" 

"Please, no," Olivia began. 

"Any more complaining and it will be my fist in your arse," I threatened. "Now get eating." 

Becka was already filming as the two defeated women moved between each other's legs on the floor and began committing the sin of incest. "Olivia, I want to hear you call her Mommy, and Lauren, I expect to hear you call Olivia your slut daughter."  

Behind me, I heard Skyler say, "Beg for it, bitch." 

"Oh God, harder, fuck me harder," Katrina begged. I turned around to see Skyler fucking Katrina from behind holding Katrina by her pigtails. 

"Who owns you?" Skyler asked. 

"You dooooooo," Katrina whimpered, clearly enjoying the hard pounding she was getting. 

"And you will be my bitch at school too?" Skyler asked. 

"Yeeees, whatever you waaaant," Katrina agreed. 

"We will hold hands at school and you will tell everyone I'm your girlfriend?" Skyler asked, stopping her thrusts with the cock buried deep inside Katrina. 

"Oh God, Skyler, please don't stop. I will do whatever you wish," Katrina answered. 

"Skyler, take her arse," I suggested. 

"Hmmmmm, does my new girlfriend pet want a cock in her ass?" Skyler asked. 

"Please no, fuck my cunt. Fuck it hard," Katrina pleaded. 

"There is lube in the bag," I said, turning back around to watch the main attraction. 

Both women were now buried in each other's cunts and the moans had begun. "Talk dirty, whores," I ordered. 

Olivia moaned, "Eat my cunt, Mommy." 

Lauren countered with, "Suck on Mommy's clit, my fucking slut daughter. Bury your face deep in Mommy." 

I watched for a couple of minutes until I heard Katrina scream, "Taaaake it out." 

"I own your ass too, Katrina. Tell me, who owns your ass?" Skyler demanded. 

"Y-y-you do," Katrina answered through gritted teeth. 

"And you want to give me your ass, don't you?" Skyler asked, moving the cock out and then slamming it back into her. 

"Yeeeeeeeees," Katrina screamed, answering the question correctly, but being torn apart. 

"Eleanor, come and let my slut lick your pussy," Skyler said. 

"I-I-I don't know," Eleanor said, her shyness clearly making her uncomfortable watching the mini orgy. 

"Now!" Skyler demanded, clearly getting into the role of domme. 

Eleanor was startled, but she took off her skirt, pantyhose and panties and parted her legs before Katrina's face, who was now slowly getting fucked in the arse. 

I watched Katrina begin licking Eleanor's cunt before turning my attention back to the incest action. 

"No fingers," Lauren protested. 

But I intervened. "All is fair in love and orgasms." 

Lauren then quickly moved her fingers to her daughter's cunt and slid a couple fingers in. 

"Mommmmmy nooooo," Olivia moaned, clearly close to coming. 

"I'm going to make you come like the fucking bitch you are, Olivia," Lauren said, as she furiously finger-fucked her daughter. 

"Oh God, Mommy, oh God, yes, Mommy, yes, yes, Mommmmy," Olivia screamed as her orgasm hit her. 

Lauren pulled her fingers out of her trembling daughter, straddled Olivia's face and ordered, "Now get Mommy off." 

Lauren ground her cunt on Olivia's face as the sounds of euphoria echoed behind me, as Katrina screamed, "Oh God, I'm going to come." 

"From getting ass fucked?" Skyler taunted. 

"Yeeees, dammit, ream my ass," Katrina begged, as she buried her face back in Eleanor's cunt. 

"That's it my little girl, eat Mommy's cunt, yes you little slut, yes, yes," Lauren demanded, as she cupped her breasts and rode her daughter's face. "Yeeeees," she screamed as she came from fucking her daughter's face. 

Turning around, I watched as Eleanor grabbed Katrina's head and held it deep in her cunt. The hard deep thrusts by Skyler into Katrina forced Katrina to pretty much fuck Eleanor's cunt with her whole face. 

Eleanor's moans, which were quiet squeaks, increased and she came, without a word, a few seconds later. 

As soon as Eleanor let go of Katrina's head, Katrina begged, "Oh God, Mistress, girlfriend, shit, fuck, sooooo close." 

"Come you little ass slut, you fucking bitch," Skyler demanded. 

Katrina screamed as her orgasm hit, "Yeeeeees, shiiiit." 

Turning back to my two incest pets, now both lying on the floor recovering, I said, "Looks like you lost, Olivia." 

Lauren said, "But I'll take the punishment." 

"But you won," I said. 

"Yes, but I just got carried away with a hunger to win to teach her a lesson," Lauren said, "but she is my daughter still, plus she is a virgin back there." 

"Oh, Motherly love," I sighed, wishing my mom would have stood up like that for me. "Give each other a passionate kiss." 

I watched as they rolled over and kissed. Watching the mother-daughter act I suddenly missed mom. Grabbing my phone, I called her, and as soon as she answered I ordered, "Get over to Becka's now, Mother," and hung up before she could respond. 

"Both of you, on your knees," I ordered, as they continued to kiss like lovers not mother and daughter. "And Simon, come and bring that big cock of your over here." 

Simon quickly came over, his cock rock hard, as the two sluts got on their knees. "Which arse do you want?" 

"Can I have both?" he asked. 

"So greedy," I quipped laughing, "go ahead, but first, let me get into a more comfortable position." 

I moved to the couch, slipped out of my skirt and said, "Becka, come and join me." 

Becka smiled, "I thought you would never ask." 

After she joined me, I snapped my fingers at Olivia and pointed to my cunt. She obediently crawled to me and between my legs. Becka did the same and Lauren crawled between her legs. As both sluts licked our cunts, I asked, "Tara, can you grab us the lube." 

"Sure thing," Tara said, grabbing it from the table and tossing it to me. 

I handed it to Simon and said, "Lube that snake of yours first, otherwise you may tear little Olivia apart." 

"Olivia, a slut like you has never taken it up the arse?" I asked. 

"No, Queen Victoria," she admitted. 

"Yet, you've fucked other girl's arses?" I continued. 

"Yes, Queen Victoria," Olivia admitted, her trembling telling me she knew exactly where I was going with this. 

"So I think it is only fair turnabout that you get your arse virginity taken," I said. 

Olivia nodded, defeated. I pointed back to my cunt. Olivia who was clearly new to giving, obviously used to receiving, crawled between my legs disgusted by the turn of events. I leisurely watched as Tara straddled an exhausted and still recovering Katrina and began rubbing her cunt on the slut's face. 

Skyler, taking the strap-on off, asked Eleanor, "Will you fuck me?" 

"W-w-with that?" Eleanor asked. 

"Please?" Skyler asked. "I'm so horny." 

"I-I-I guess so," Eleanor stuttered. 

Skyler put the strap-on on Eleanor and positioned herself on all fours. Eleanor got behind her good friend and paused before sliding the plastic cock into Skyler's dripping wet cunt. 

"Oh yes Eleanor, please fuck me hard," Skyler begged, obviously wound up after taking Katrina's arse. 

"Oooooooh fuck," Olivia whimpered looking up at me as Simon entered her ass, drawing my attention back to her sodomy. 

"You look fucking hot with a cock in your arse and a mouth full of cunt," I said, grabbing her head and pulling it back where it belonged...in my cunt. 

Olivia returned to licking my cunt as Simon began to slowly move his cock in and out of her arse. 

I glanced at Becka, who had her eyes closed and leaned over and kissed her neck. 

Over the next few minutes, Simon moved back and forth between Olivia's and Lauren's arses. Skyler came from getting fucked by Eleanor and Tara came on Katrina's face. 

Simon asked, "Which of you sluts wants her ass filled with cum?" 

"Oh God, I do," Lauren moaned, as Simon slammed into her. 

"Oh fuuuuuuuck," Olivia screamed, as Eleanor surprised all of us by filling Olivia's arse with my widest strap-on cock much wider than Simon's cock. 

"Pound her hard Eleanor, I want to feel her face fuck my cunt," I moaned. 

"My pleasure," she smiled as she continued to fuck Olivia even as Olivia screamed into my cunt, which caused sweet vibrations on my cunt. 

Becka moaned and came on Lauren's face a couple of minutes before Simon grunted and deposited a load into her arse. 

My own orgasm was close. I pulled Olivia's face deep into my cunt as I began grinding up and down. Suddenly I heard Mom's voice, "Holy shit!" 

"Hi, Mommy, I told you I would win," I smiled. 

"I can't believe it," she said, her face showing utter shock. 

"You chose the wrong side, Mommy," I moaned, my orgasm, epically close. 

"I'm so sorry, Victoria," she said again. 

"It's okay, Mommy, we have our own pets now," I said, before adding, "get naked now." 

"Yes, Mistress," Mom said, in front of all my friends. 

"Yes, my mom is my slut and if you want I can probably get your mothers' to be yours," I said, as mom got undressed. 

"I'd love that," Tara said, "I fucking hate my step-mom." 

"Consider it done," I smiled as I continued fucking Olivia's face. 

Eleanor stuttered, "C-c-could you get my bitch s-s-sister." 

Her sister was a sorority bitch, an earlier version of Olivia. "Oooooh, she would be fun to turn." 

Then euphoria hit hard as I came on Olivia's face, the final climatic moment at hand...or cunt in this case. 

I flooded Olivia's face and said, "Someone get a camera for this 'a picture is worth a thousand words' moment." 

Simon grabbed the camera and took a couple of pictures of Olivia, her arse being fucked and her head buried in my cunt before I pulled her up and said, "Smile, slut." 

Olivia looked up, her face soaked with pussy juice, her make-up a mess, as she weakly smiled before opening her mouth wide as Eleanor slammed into her arse. 

"Do you like a cock in your arse Olivia?" I asked. 

"Fuuuuuck, yes," she moaned. 

"Want to come?" I asked. 

"Katrina, get under your partner in whoredom and lick her cunt," I ordered. 

Katrina, utterly broken, exhausted, her face used as a fuck toy for the last half an hour, weakly crawled the few feet to Olivia and awkwardly crawled under her. 

"Oooooooooooooooooh, so goooooooooood," Olivia babbled, as she was double pleasured. 

"Don't you come without permission, cunt," I ordered. 

"Ooooookay," she agreed weakly. 

"Who owns you?" I asked. 

"You do, Queeeeeeeen Victoria," she whimpered, her orgasm close. 

"We all do, don't we, slut?" I continued. 

"Yessssssss, Queen Victoria, I am a slave to all your princesses," she agreed. 

"And one prince," I added. 

"Yeeeees," she weakly got out, between heavy breathing. 

"And this isn't just for today is it?" I questioned, going in for the kill. 

"Nooooooo, I'm yooooours, Mistress," she agreed, so far gone in sexual submission I doubt she even knew what she was saying. 

"After you agree to one more thing, you may come," I said. 

"Anythiiiiiiiing," she said, desperate to come. 

"You and Simon are now a couple and you will take him to prom. He is also your Master," I said. 

"Oh God," she said, feeling so close to euphoria, but mixed with the thought of the social suicide such an act would be. 

"Oh God, yes," I asked. 

"Yeeeees, dammit, Simon will you goooooo to prom with me and be my Massssster," she asked. 

"Fuck yes," Simon eagerly agreed, as if he had won the lottery which, quite frankly, he just had. 

"You want to come from getting arse fucked?" I asked. 

"Yeeees," she shamefully admitted. 

"Only real fucking dirty whores come from getting arse-fucked," I said. 

"I'm a-a-a dirty arse w-w-whore," she stuttered. 

Eleanor laughed, "Y-y-you're a f-f-fucking b-b-bitch." 

"Yes, Eleanor, I'm yooooour b-b-bitch," Olivia replied, giving up utter control of her body to Eleanor. 

"Come, slut, while thanking me profusely for the privilege of making you the slutty pet submissive you were born to be," I instructed. 

"Oh yeeees, Queeeen Victoria," she struggled to speak. "Thank yoooou so much for putting me in myyyyyy place." 

"Because you're a slutty rich bitch," I continued. 

"Yeees, I'm a biiiiiiiiiiiitch," she admitted as she screamed, her orgasm finally igniting like a rocket going into orbit. 

Eleanor kept slamming into Olivia as she continued moaning and trembling from the orgasm. 

"Come here," I said to my mom, who was now naked except thigh highs which made me chuckle. 

She did and I pulled her into a passionate kiss. "Mom, I love you." 

"I love you too," she said. 

"Starting now, Olivia and her mother are our pets," I said. 

"I still can't believe it," Mom said. 

"Believe it," I said. "We will take these two home with us tonight and begin their training as our pet slaves." 

"But what about my husband?" Lauren asked. 

"What about him?" I asked back. 

"He will notice I am not home," she said. 

"I imagine he will," I agreed, standing up and grabbing her leash. "Mom, there is another collar and leash in the bag, grab it and put it on your new pet." 

Mom did as I said, realizing that Angela had left at some point during the night, "Girls, Katrina is yours for tonight; well, for the year, quite frankly, so stay as long as you like or," I said, noticing that Skyler and Tara were in a sixty-nine, while Eleanor had moved between Becka's legs and was fucking her cunt, "play with each other." 

Eleanor declared, "I love having a cock." 

"And I bet the girls will love to allow you to use it on them," I smiled. "Keep it, it's my gift to you." 

"Thank you, Victoria," she said. 

"Hey, your stutter is gone," I pointed out. 

"Holy shit it is!" Eleanor said, as she continued fucking Becka. 

"Eleanor, make sure someone returns the favor in that sweet cunt of yours," I said. 

"Shotgun," Skyler called out, making us all laugh. 




Catching Mommy: Victoria Wins



"Well, fuck away, ladies, it's time to take our pets home. "Let's go my pets," I said, pulling on the leash. 

"What about our clothes?" Lauren asked. 

"Clothes? Where you're going you won't need clothes," I quipped. 

Mom burst out laughing at the parody on Back to the Future, one of her favourite movies. 

"But I will grab them for your eventual return home," I said, as I watched Simon face-fuck Katrina, as she lay on the ground. It didn't look comfortable, but it did look hot. I took a couple pictures for my own personal enjoyment before heading out of the house. 

We walked them to our cars, on all fours, naked except their thigh highs and, not surprisingly, there was no one out and about at almost three in the morning. 

Back home, Mom and I each got one last orgasm from our new pets with their tongues before getting into bed together while our pets slept in their natural place...on the floor at the foot of the bed. 

Mom cuddled into my arms and she whispered, "Thanks for saving me." 

"You're welcome," I said, feeling warm inside at saving my mother from the clutches of Olivia and turning the tables completely. 

Victory was finally mine. I giggled to myself as I thought 'Victory for Victoria' as I drifted into slumber. 

Epilogue: 

A lesbian revolution occurred at our school once Katrina and Skyler started walking down the hallway holding hands. Olivia caused a stir when she was seen making out with Simon in the hallway on Monday and then making out with Eleanor in the hallway on Tuesday. Tara and Eleanor also became girlfriends, although they still had time to take Simon's cock in their cunts on occasion. Angela and I became friends, platonic friends which was suddenly a rarity. Becka and I slowly moved our relationship from friends to lovers, although she couldn't handle us being equals, needing to be submissive. And trust me, no one licks cunt better than Becka. 

Of course, we added a few cheerleaders and mothers to our growing group of pets, and even added a couple of teachers. We also seduced Tara's mom and dominated Eleanor's sister before making her Eleanor's plaything, which was incredibly hot. 

As for Olivia and her mother...well...I left them alone. I had won and there was nothing left to do with them. Oh sure, we had a sweet massive twenty-five person orgy after the prom, and I did make her cheer, along with a few of our other pet cheerleaders, cheer at the cheerleading championships in thigh highs and no panties which led to them getting suspended for two weeks (which ended up being reduced to three days after our pet moms visited our male principal and offered him all three of their holes). 

Becka and I are about to start a six week trip to Europe (courtesy of Lauren's credit card) and we have agreed we must seduce a different girl in every city. Oh, you know me, how I love a challenge. 

THE END OF VICTORIA WINS... 

AUTHOR'S FINAL NOTE: 

This story was a lot of fun to write. But as Team Victoria and Team Olivia camps began to form the pressure to write a great ending was slightly overwhelming. That said, I think, I hope, I did so with the three alternate endings. 

So please comment on which of the three alternate endings you liked the best (on the assumption you liked one the best): 

Catching Mommy: Olivia Wins 

Catching Mommy: Win Win For All 

Lastly, thanks for supporting this and all my other stories through your comments, e-mails and votes. 

Jasmine February 2014



Catching Mommy: Win Win For All



WARNING: This is one of three alternate endings to the Catching Mommy saga. You can also read Catching Mommy: Olivia Wins (for the TEAM OLIVIA fans) and Catching Mommy: Victoria Wins (for the TEAM VICTORIA fans). 

Note 1: A great, big, super thanks goes to MAB7991, Robert and Goamz86 for their dedicated copy-editing. 

Note 2: Another thanks goes to Goamz86, LaRascasse and MAB7991 for plot suggestions earlier in the series. 

Note 3: Lastly, a thank you to all my readers who voted, and left comments for this story so far. Part 5 is the highest rated of the series and with over 275 comments is my most commented on story. The debate of Victoria or Olivia has warmed my heart and pussy, surprised me greatly and pushed me to write an epic story that both is erotic and keeps you guessing...an erotic thriller of sorts. Part 6 disappointed some because I didn't end the series as promised..well here is the ending (or endings if you choose to read all three) and I feel I came up with three fun, sexy and fulfilling endings to this crazy series. 

Note 4: Because two of the characters are English, I will sometimes use English words like arse (for ass...it sounds so much dirtier), knickers (for panties...which also somehow sounds naughtier), shag (for fuck...I just imagine the English accent and get wet), slag (for slut...which I think sounds so much worse), snog (for kiss...which I find hard to say with a straight face), bugger (for fuck...also makes sex sound dirtier), rodgering (for arse fucking which again is nasty as hell), dogging (which is public outdoor sex), fancy (which is a way to say I like you). 

Catching Up! A crash course reminder of what happened previously in the Catching Mommy series: 

Part 1: A Shocking Secret: An 18-year-old English girl transplanted to Boston, Victoria, stays home sick one day and accidentally learns that her proud, dignified, lawyer Mom is a submissive lesbian to another 18-year-old girl. To make matters worse her Mom's Mistress is none other than Victoria's arch-enemy. (Don't deny it, if you are a female you had one in high school too!!) 

Part 2: Blackmailing a MILF: Shocked by Olivia's attack on her mother and her disgusting attitude, Victoria decides to get revenge by blackmailing her arch-enemy's Mother and making her a lesbian sub. (They say revenge is a dish best served sweaty and hot!!) 

Part 3: Creating a Slut: Victoria announces to her Mom, she is a lesbian, as she begins to set up her Mother for the inevitable seduction. Meanwhile, her Mom begins her own plan to seduce her daughter. Lastly, Victoria continues the training of her new pet...her arch enemy's Mother and her own mother's Mistress. 

Part 4: Daughter's Domme: Victoria confronts her mother about her dark secret and makes her Mother her personal submissive. 

Part 5: Housewife Lesbians: Victoria is betrayed by her mother; Victoria briefly weakens when confronted at school by Olivia; Victoria learns her best friend is also a submissive plaything to Olivia; after seeing her mother again dominated by her nemesis, Victoria seeks revenge by videotaping Olivia's mother and another MILF in very compromising positions. 

Part 6: Protecting Slut-Mom: Victoria forces her mother to make a choice; Victoria party crashes Olivia's father's birthday supper with erotic and surprising results; Olivia is briefly made speechless; a MILF sub is gangbanged at a frat house in front of many; Olivia and Victoria meet face to face both confident they can turn the other. 

And now...finally... the exciting conclusion(s) of Catching Mommy: Win Win For All. 

I walked into Becka's house and announced, "I'm here bitch." 

"Please come in," Olivia said, her tone surprisingly polite, instantly catching me off guard. 

I walked into the living room and was surprised to see there was only Katrina, Becka and Olivia there. Katrina and Becka were sitting on one couch, while Olivia had the other to herself. They were watching the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, which seemed just about right. Olivia said, looking at Becka and Katrina, "You two, go pick up a pizza." 

"What kind, Mistress?" Becka asked. 

"What do you like on your pizza?" Olivia asked me. 

"I don't really plan to stay long enough to eat," I said, still glaring at her. 

"Well, in case you are still here, what kind?" Olivia asked. 

Becka answered for me, "She likes cheese pizza." 

"Good. Get two pizzas, the usual and a cheese," Olivia ordered, in her usual bossy persona. 

"Of course, Mistress," Becka nodded. Katrina looked confused at being sent away, but like the follower she was, she just obeyed. 

Once they were gone, Olivia stood up and walked to me. She said, "I am actually very impressed by you, Victoria." 

I was taken aback by her soft tone and what seemed to be a compliment. Yet, I knew her well enough to know that such niceness was most likely a part of some devious plan. "How so?" I asked, waiting for the attack or insult. 

"You played the game very well," Olivia said. 

"The game?" I questioned. 

"This has all been a game, every seduction is," she continued. 

"It didn't feel like a game to me," I countered, annoyed by her flippant attitude to all the life changing impacts she had on others. 

"You are a lot stronger than I anticipated," she continued. 

"You mean I didn't drop to my knees and beg to please you like some slutty bimbo?" I sarcastically replied. 

"Truthfully, yes," Olivia smiled, softly. "I am used to getting my way." 

"I can see that," I replied. 

"But you," she said, "you were strong enough to resist my full-scale assault." 

"I have a mind of my own," I said. 

"So I've learned, which is why I have such a new found respect for you," Olivia continued the unexpected flattery. 

"You respect me?" I questioned, surprised and yet still not trusting her. 

"More than you could ever know," Olivia answered. Suddenly she looked slightly nervous. After a brief pause, she revealed, "The whole seduction of your mom was to get to you." 

"Really? Why?" I asked. 

"Yet, instead of being drawn into the web I had woven, you counter-punched by blackmailing my mother," she continued, before adding, with a rueful smile, "which was an impressive play, by the way." 

"I didn't realize I was playing a game, I was trying to protect my mother," I explained. 

"Which is even more impressive," Olivia said. 

"How?" I asked, confused by this whole conversation. 

"Because I finally found someone who is my equal," Olivia said. 

"Pardon?" I asked, still sensing some grand scheme to this strange sincerity. 

"I will be honest," Olivia said. "I seduced and dominated your mom to get to you." 

"Why?" I asked again. 

"Well you were pretentious, didn't follow the school's social hierarchy and you were a threat to me," Olivia admitted. 

"I was a threat to you?" I scoffed. "You run the school and I knew that before I learned of your submissive lesbian following." 

"Yes, but you didn't care and that pissed me off at first. Thus when the opportunity presented itself to train your mom, I saw a bigger opportunity," Olivia admitted. 

"To get to me?" I asked. 

"Yes, to put you in your place," Olivia admitted. "But the longer the game was played, the more I respected you and after our confrontation tonight at the frat house, I was sure of it." 

"Sure of what?" I asked, this implied innuendo driving me nuts. 

"That you are my equal," Olivia repeated, before adding, "and together we can be way more powerful than either of us can be alone." 

"You're serious?" I asked, cautiously intrigued yet still not buying it completely. 

"Is this serious?" She asked as she leaned forward and kissed me. 

At first I froze, stunned by the way this supposed confrontation had transpired, but her lips were so soft, her kiss so tender, that my defenses weakened and I began to tentatively return the kiss. At first it was tentative, yet the longer the kiss lasted the more aggressive and passionate it became. It was me, who first began to explore her mouth, but she quickly replicated my sudden aggressiveness and soon our tongues were dancing in each other's mouth. 

Finally, I broke the kiss, my mind a muddled mess of 'what the fuck'. I asked, looking into her hypnotic eyes, "you want a partnership?" 

"Actually," she said, taking a deep breath and looking completely nervous, quite the opposite of her usual confident aggressive nature. "I want a relationship," she finally said. 

I was floored. I didn't know what to say. Finally, I asked, "Like girlfriend and girlfriend?" 

"Yes," she said. She actually reminded me at that moment of Julia Roberts in that great American movie filmed in London 'Notting Hill' when she tries to tell Hugh Grant she loves him. 

"Like walking down the hallway at school holding hands?" I asked, knowing she would never risk her popularity. 

"If you want," she said, "although I'd rather keep it between us and our pets. No reason causing a stir at school. Plus I do like a nice cock once and a while." 

"I don't believe it," I said, still unable to fathom her suggestion. 

"Let me prove it to you," Olivia said, taking my hand and leading me to a couch. "Sit down," she ordered. 

I did, not out of obedience, but out of intrigue. 

"Pull out your phone," she said. 

I reached for my phone and pulled it out as she dropped to her knees in front of me. 

"Take pictures while I massage your feet, suck on your toes through your nylons and, if you allow me, lick your cunt," Olivia said, as she lifted up my foot and took off my right heel. 

In a million years, even if I had a trillion fantasies, none would have started like this. Yet, as it happened live in front of me, my cunt burned with intensity and need. I watched, transfixed with Olivia's beauty as she began to massage my foot. 

"Take pictures, Victoria," Olivia said. "As many as you like. I want you to have blackmail evidence on me to show you I am serious." 

I began taking pictures as she ever so gently massaged my calf, ankle, sole and toes. As she leaned forward to suck on my toes, I switched to video and filmed my arch enemy, my mother's mistress, pleasuring my foot. "Have you ever been submissive before?" I asked. 

"I've never even been on my knees," she answered, looking straight into the camera, before adding, "but for you Victoria, I will do anything." 

"Anything?" I asked, the word so expansive it was impossible to be true. 

"Ask away," she said as she moved to my other foot and replicated the dedicated attention to my foot. 

"Have you had anal sex?" I asked. 

"Yes, my dad's business partner took it a couple months ago at a retreat after catching his wife eating my cunt," Olivia admitted, knowing full well she was still on camera. 

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked. 

"Hurt like hell at first, but once I made his bitch wife lick my cunt it began feeling okay, then good and then amazing," Olivia answered, as she massaged the sole of my foot, licking the sweat off the silky nylon. 

"Ever fucked yourself with fruits or vegetables?" I asked. 

"Can't say I have, I usually have a girl eagerly willing to get me off whether I am at home, work or school," she answered. 

"You get eaten out at school?" I asked. 

"Every day," She said, sliding her tongue from the bottom of my heel up to my toes. 

"By who?" I asked, curious as hell, before adding, "besides Becka." 

"Oh, there are a few," Olivia smiled playfully, as she bit my toe through the nylon. 

"Tell me," I ordered, my voice stern. 

"Do you trust me?" She asked, looking up at me. 

"I am beginning to," I admitted, her worshipping of my feet both sweet and erotic. 

"To show I trust you, I will tell you their names," Olivia said. "If you decide to work with me they will be your pets too," 

The idea of a bunch of high school girls doing as I told them was an instant turn on, a plethora of attractive girls, cute nerds and stuck-up bitches popping into my head. 

She sucked on a toe and then revealed a name. "Amber Kennedy." 

Amber was the daughter of our state senator and mostly kept to herself; she had run for school president and won. She always wore business skirts and always wore her hair back. She was an intriguing seduction. "That must be a good story." 

"Oh it is," she smiled, before adding, "Mrs. Baker," before sucking my second toe between her lips. 

Mrs. Baker was our school councillor and about as nerdy as a teacher comes, but in a cute way. Yet, the fact that Olivia even had a teacher submissive only enhanced the appeal of joining up with her. 

Before moving to my middle toe, she continued her list of submissive pets, "My most recent is my mother. Thanks by the way." 

"Pardon?" I asked, surprised by this one. 

"After you left, I made her serve me and tell me the whole story of how she submitted to you," Olivia answered. 

"Didn't your dad wonder where you two were for so long?" 

"He has long ago given up on understanding women," she shrugged, spending extra time on my middle toe. 

"All men should do that," I joked. 

"Agreed," Olivia said moving to my fourth toe. "Tabitha Pollington." 

Tabitha was yet another surprise. She was the star of our girls' basketball team, and was dating Ethan James, the star of the boy's team, and she was black, not that there is anything wrong with that. A mixture of Beyonce and Halle Berry she was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen...in real life or in pictures. 

"She was the second hardest to break after you," Olivia said. 

"I was never broken," I pointed out. 

"True enough," she smiled. "But once I broke past her hard exterior she became the most submissive little slave I have ever had, including your mother." 

"Wow, I want to hear that story some day," I said. 

"You can hear her tell you herself if you wish. She is your slave, too, now," Olivia said. "By the way, she likes being called slave." 

Although that seemed racist, the thought of having Tabitha, one of the hottest girls I have ever seen in real life as my slave, made my cunt tingle. 

Finally, reaching my pinkie toe, she left the biggest surprise for last, "Miss Watkins." 

I gasped. Miss Watkins was a first year English teacher who I had befriended because she too was from England. She was a very attractive woman and all the boys drool over her and her very European fashion sense. 

"Plus, after getting her, I knew I had to have you too. The accent itself is a major turn-on," Olivia admitted, as she moved between my legs and asked, looking straight at my phone which was still filming, "Want to film me eating your cunt?" 

Suddenly deciding to get the most out of Olivia's surprise submission, I ordered, as I opened my legs to showcase my cunt, "Beg, Olivia, beg to pleasure me." 

Olivia didn't hesitate, which made all her earlier promises and suggestions suddenly believable, as she responded, "Victoria, may I eat that sweet cunt of yours?" 

"Would that be good enough begging, if those were your pet's words to you?" I questioned, wanting to see if I could push her further. 

Olivia smiled, "You really are a devious one." She kissed my inner thigh before looking up and saying, "Mistress Victoria, can your eager bitch, hungry cunt-licker earn your trust by eating that cunt of yours until you come all over my face?" 

This declaration turned me on and I stood up, slid out of my leather skirt before sitting back down and offering her my wet cunt. 

"Crotchless pantyhose, hmmmm," Olivia purred. 

I grabbed her head and pulled her into my wetness. It was obvious, as she tentatively licked my cunt, it was not something she had done much. Her style was awkward and all over the place, yet she made up for it with her eagerness. I asked, after a few minutes of her licking me, "You don't do this much, do you?" 

Looking up at me, her lips shining with my wetness, she said, "This is only the third time I have ever eaten a pussy. I have learned that to keep your pets in their rightful place it must be a one way street." 

"Who have you eaten?" I asked. 

"No one you know, truthfully," she said, looking sad. 

I put my phone down and demanded, "Tell me." 

"The first was just a camp councillor last summer, but while in Europe at Christmas I met a girl from England named Meredith and," she said, showing a sensitivity and emotion I had never seen in her before, "I fell hard." 

"You have a thing for English women," I asked. 

"That I do," she smiled, moving up and kissing me again. I could taste my own pussy juice on her lips just as the front door opened. Not moving away, she asked, "Are you in?" 

"Definitely," I smiled, "plus, I need you to finish what you started," pushing her shoulders down and back between my legs. 

Olivia buried her head in my pussy just as her two submissives came into the room and froze on the spot at seeing us in such an act. 

Katrina gasped and said, glaring at me, "What is going on here?" 

"Isn't it obvious, Olivia is eating my cunt," I answered adding, "you really are not all that bright are you?" 

"You fucking bitch," Katrina snapped back. 

Olivia moved out from between my legs and ordered, "Slut, get on your knees now." 

Becka, holding the pizza, dropped to her knees, while Katrina looked at her, bewildered by what she was witnessing. 

"No, not you Becka, the other slut," Olivia said, her firm don't-fuck-with-me glare, now aimed directly at Katrina...the same glare that had been aimed at me just a couple of hours ago. Was it really two hours ago that I was watching my mom get gangbanged at a frat house? Two hours since Olivia and I were face to face challenging each other like in the old west. Yet, now, Olivia, my enemy and my mom's mistress, was licking my pussy and trying to recruit me to join her. 

"You're not serious?" Katrina said, her tone as sour as vinegar. 

"Do I ever joke about discipline?" Olivia asked. 

Katrina glared at me and then reluctantly lowered herself to the floor. 

"Good choice. Now crawl between your new Mistress's legs and finish what I started," Olivia ordered. 

I opened my legs wide and added, "Yes, my little cheerleading bitch, come serve your new Mistress." 

Katrina was furious and she looked over to Olivia one more time, as if hoping this was some kind of sick, twisted joke. 

"Starting now, Victoria is my girlfriend and everything that is mine is now hers, too. Is that clear, my pets?" 

Becka instantly agreed, "Of course." 

Katrina still couldn't believe what she was hearing. Olivia repeated, her tone clearly showing her annoyance, "Is that fucking clear?" 

"Y-y-yes," Katrina stuttered, her eyes big with sudden fear. 

"Now get your ass between Mistress Victoria's legs and beg to serve her," Olivia sternly ordered. "Becka, go get us some plates for the pizza." 

Becka nodded as she went to the kitchen while Katrina began the crawl of shame. It was easily the most satisfying moment so far, watching this bitch submit to me. Reaching me, I ordered, "Beg to pleasure me." 

Katrina's glare seemed frozen on her face as she begrudgingly said, "May I please lick your cunt?" 

Olivia slapped her ass and ordered, "Obey her with respect or you will be punished." 

Again Katrina's eyes went big and I was instantly curious what kind of punishments Olivia had handed out to disobedient pets, besides the ones I already knew about that she'd given to my mother. 




Catching Mommy: Win Win For All



"S-s-sorry Mistress," Katrina stuttered looking back at Olivia, before turning to me and begging with much more conviction, "Mistress Victoria, please may your new slutty bitch serve you?" 

"Better," I smiled, snapping my fingers and pointing to my cunt. 

She crawled the last few inches and buried her face in my very needy, wet cunt. 

Olivia said, "She is pretty good at it. Despite her strong exterior, she is quite submissive." 

Becka brought out the plates and served us pizza and poured us drinks. 

"Thank you Becka," I said, as Becka handed me my plate. 

"You're welcome, Mistress," Becka nodded. 

"Becka, to you I am just Victoria," I clarified. 

She smiled, "Sounds good." 

"Of course, I hope to still have you between my legs and me between yours," I added, smiling. 

"I look forward to that," Becka said, before serving pizza to Olivia. 

I ate pizza, while Katrina ate me. While eating, I asked Olivia, "Is slut Katrina an arse slut?" 

"No, I believe she is an arse virgin," Olivia said, before adding, "isn't that right, slut?" 

Hearing Olivia say arse was fucking hot and only enhanced the excitement of the evening. 

Katrina looked up and said, her eyes showing her fear of my intent, "Yes, Mistresses." 

"Should we change that?" I asked, looking at Katrina. 

"Please no, I will obey all your orders," Katrina pleaded. 

"I was asking Olivia, not you, cunt-licker," I said coldly, grabbing her hair and pulling her roughly back to the task at hand. 

"She has shown signs of forgetting her place," Olivia said. 

"And greatly disrespected me today, and almost every day since I moved here," I added. 

"Becka, go get your toy box," Olivia instructed. 

"You have a toy box, Becka?" I asked. 

"Of course," she said. 

"Shit Becka to think all the times I was over here and instead of doing homework or watching movies, we could have been playing with your toy box," I said. "I'm not impressed, Becka." 

"I promise to make it up to you," Becka said, as she winked and left the room. 

My own orgasm rising, Katrina a lot better at eating cunt than Olivia, I held the back of her head and began rubbing my cunt up and down all over her face...trying to humiliate her even more by fucking her face like the cheap slut she was. 

Just as Becka returned with a box of toys, I came hard, covering Katrina's face. 

Finally letting go of Katrina's head a minute later, as Becka pulled out a strap-on cock, I said, "We finally found something you are actually good at, slut." 

"Thank you, Mistress," Katrina replied. I think being civil to avoid the threat that her ass was going to get fucked. 

I stood up and Olivia handed me the strap-on cock that Becka had just given her. 

"For me?" I asked. 

"Allow it to be my one hour anniversary gift to you, Katrina's arse," Olivia said. 

I looked into her eyes and said, "It is a great gift and exactly what I wanted." I leaned in and kissed her. 

Katrina pleaded, "Please not my ass. I'll do anything." 

"Shut up, or we will do it without lube," Olivia threatened. "Becka get our new arse slut ready for her sodomy." 

Becka nodded, "Of course, Mistress," and reached into the box for an absurdly large bottle of lube. 

Olivia helped me with the strap-on cock before whispering in my ear, "Fuck the shit out of her." 

"Oh, that's the plan," I nodded, as she nibbled playfully on my ear. 

"Finger her arse, Becka. Get her slut arse ready for my big plastic cock," I requested. 

Becka nodded and slid not one, but two fingers in Katrina's ass. 

"Ooooooh," Katrina groaned, as Becka filled her arse with her fingers and began slowly finger fucking her. 

Olivia continued teasing my ear, as she whispered, "I can't wait to go seduce and dominate straight mommies, bitchy teachers, and innocent nerds with you." 

"Hmmmm, so many potential submissives, so little time," I joked. 

Turning me around and looking into my eyes, "We have all the time in the world Victoria. I mean it, I want you and I want to be more than just tag team Mistresses, I want a relationship." 

"Who wears the pants?" I asked, smiling. 

"Neither of us," she laughed. "We both always wear skirts and stockings, of course." 

"Great minds think alike," I said, kissing her again. 

"Now go and use your present," Olivia said. 

I moved behind Katrina who was still kneeling from when she was between my legs. "Get your arse up on the couch," I instructed, with a firm slap. 

She obeyed, surprisingly without any glare. I flipped up her skirt, put my hands on her hips and rubbed my plastic cock between her cheeks. I could tell she was tense as Becka coated my plastic cock with extra lube. 

"Ready, slut?" I asked, my cockhead at her rosebud. 

"I-I-I guess," she stuttered, clearly dreading what was about to happen to her, but accepting the reality. 

"Beg me to take your arse and be believable or your punishment will be a train of the chess club taking turns depositing a load in your arse," I threatened. 

"Good one," Olivia said. "Why didn't I think of those virgins?" 

Katrina begged, suddenly realizing I was just as strong and twisted as Olivia, "Mistress Victoria please take my anal virginity. Destroy my ass with your big cock and teach me my place as your ass slut." 

"Just like your mother," I added, impressed by her response. 

"Yeeeeeeeeeees," she screamed, as I began pushing forward and widening her tight arse. 

As I watched the cock disappear into her arse, I smiled widely with great satisfaction at making this bitch pay. I had wanted to crush Olivia, but now, after her declaration I was confused. Reflecting back now, there is no doubt I found her attractive. My cunt got wet whenever we had confrontations and if it wasn't for trying to protect my mother, I have no idea if I could have resisted her aggressive advances. 

Yet, now she was my girlfriend. I had never wanted a girlfriend, but now that I apparently had one, I was giddy with excitement. Not for sex, although I was sure that would be great, especially once I gave her enough training licking my cunt, but of something more. I couldn't explain it, but as I glanced back at Olivia, who was watching, I knew this was the beginning of something special. 

The cock filled Katrina's arse as she squealed like a pig going to slaughter the whole time. "You loved humiliating my mom and I've got to say that making yours my slut was a lot of fun." 

"Fuuuuuck you," she said through gritted teeth. 

"Oh no, no, fuck you," I said, pulling back and slamming hard into her arse. 

"Mother fuckerrrrrrr," she screamed. 

"Yes indeed, I am a mother fucker!" I laughed. 

Moving behind me, Olivia added, as she wrapped her arms around me, "A mother fucking huntress." 

"Hmmmmm, that would be a great reality TV show," I said, as I pounded the bitch's arse. 

"It still huuuuurts," Katrina whined. 

"Now you know what your words do to people," I shot back, fucking her hard and deep, fucking her like a cheap whore for every person she had humiliated. 

"Tell you what," Olivia whispered, kissing my neck. "Finish your sodomy of Katrina and then let's go hit the clubs." 

"I'm eighteen," I pointed out, as I continued slamming into Katrina as Olivia's hands roamed over me. 

"So am I," Olivia pointed out, "but I know the owner." 

"Let me guess she is a pet of yours," I guessed. 

"I don't Domme and tell," she teased, squeezing my tits. 

"You better, I want all the dirty details of how you got your sluts," I said. "Like how long has this slut been yours?" 

"Fuck, she was my first," Olivia said. "I just grabbed her head and shoved it in my cunt after school one day when she was at my place. She didn't even hesitate as she told me how much she loved me, didn't you slut?" 

"Yes, Mistreeeeeess, I have always loved yooooou," she replied, her screams of pain slowly shifting to pleasure. 

"Do you like your new position as an arse slut?" I asked. 

"I don't knoooow," she answered, still trying to understand why her body was beginning to feel pleasure. 

Olivia added, "From now on you're only allowed to come when you have a cock in your ass, is that understood?" 

"Please, nooooo," she begged. 

"Gangbang?" Olivia questioned. 

"Sooooorry, I'm your ass slut," Katrina quickly changed her plea, knowing Olivia wasn't bluffing. 

"Good, now fucking come so Victoria and I can go Mommy hunting," Olivia demanded. 

Becka, without instruction, joined the sex scene, awkwardly moving under my legs and sliding up to lick Katrina's cunt. 

"Oh yes, yes, suck my cunt," Katrina begged, Becka's tongue obviously bringing a new pleasure to her. 

"And what about your arse?" I asked. 

"Oh yes, Mistress Victoria, fuck my arse, slam that big cock in my ass," she demanded, her breathing telling us she was getting close. 

After a few more deep strokes, deciding to humiliate her more, I pulled out, and began to take off the strap-on. 

"No, I'm so clooooooose," she whined. 

"Close to coming getting your arse reamed?" I questioned. 

"Yes, dammit," she replied, clearly frustrated at not being allowed to come. 

"On your back, slut," I instructed, the strap-on cock now in my hand. 

She quickly obeyed, her desperate need to come over taking her. 

I handed her the cock and ordered, "Fuck your arse to orgasm." 

Taking the cock, as I pulled out my phone, she shoved it into her arse and began fucking herself. 

"Tell me what you are, slut?" I demanded. 

"An ass sluuuuut," she answered back, still not aware her declaration was being filmed by me. 

"Who owns your slutty mouth, cunt and arse?" I continued, revelling in the complete domination of Katrina. 

"Mistress Olivia...and...Mistress Victoria," she answered, as she filled her arse with the toy. 

"You may rub that slut box too," I said, wanting to catch it all on film. 

"Thank yoooou, Mistress," she moaned as her free hand went directly to her cunt and began to frantically frig herself. 

"Come, you stupid slut," I demanded. 

"Come, you submissive slave," Olivia chimed in. 

Surprising us both Becka added, "You fucking ass slut." She looked at us and shrugged, "Well, she is." We broke into laughter and were still giggling when Katrina finally reached anal euphoria. 

"Oh God, oh, oh, oh, fuuuuck, shiiiit, yeeeees," Katrina screamed as she reached orgasm. 

I filmed the entire orgasm before Olivia said, "Becka, Katrina is to be your slut for the rest of the night." 

"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, Mistress Olivia!" Becka said all giddy with enthusiasm, "I have always wanted my own cheerleader slut." 

I added, "Well, she is yours for the rest of the year." 

"Oh, thank you, Mistress Victoria," Becka said, moving to a still trembling Katrina and ordering, "Crawl to my bedroom, slut." 

"Yes, Mistress," a defeated Katrina said weakly, moving to the floor and beginning to crawl behind Becka. 

"So, want to go hunting?" Olivia asked. 

"How about we start tomorrow," I said, moving to her. "Tonight I want to explore my girlfriend's body...inside and out." 

"Oh my," Olivia said, as I leaned in and we started snogging. 

Epilogue: 

That night, Olivia and I spent an eternity exploring each other's bodies, eventually ending in a long 69 marathon. 

Although we kept our relationship a secret at school, we added a dozen students, two teachers, and our vice-principal, along with another dozen or more straight MILF's... the MILF seductions the most exciting. 

Now heading off to college, we have quit pretending to be straight and plan to be pledges at the most popular sorority at college and once in...well...so many sorority sisters and so little time. 

THE END of WIN WIN FOR ALL... 

AUTHOR'S FINAL NOTE: 

This story was a lot of fun to write. But as Team Victoria and Team Olivia camps began to form the pressure to write a great ending was slightly overwhelming. That said, I think, I hope, I did so with the three alternate endings. 

So please comment on which of the three alternate endings you liked the best (on the assumption you liked one the best): 

Catching Mommy: Olivia Wins 

Catching Mommy: Victoria Wins 

Lastly, thanks for supporting this and all my other stories through your comments, e-mails and votes. 

Jasmine February 2014



Catching Mother at Christmas



A little experimental piece from me for the Winter Holiday Contest. In this one Philip catches his mother masturbating. He's torn by what he sees, and fights against his feelings, but as Christmas approaches things develop in a nasty, dirty way.

I hope you enjoy the piece and, regardless of its final position in the contest, that you'll send feedback to let me know how it's received out there. I'm not bothered too much by the votes, I'm more interested in the impression the story leaves with you. Feedback can be by public comment, a PM, or an email. If you want a response to feedback then email is best -- but leave an address for me to write back to!

Just a note on the setting and some of the terms I've used -- in England in 1963 coal fires were still the norm, and some coalmen still used a horse and cart. A lorry is vernacular for a truck.

Anyway, as usual, I hope any errors that I've made don't detract from the overall.

I hope you enjoy my effort.

GA -- Melaka, Malaysia -- 20 November 2012

One

They blamed the weather, a dumping of snow in late December -- with a white Christmas now a certainty -- meant the lorries couldn't get over the Pennines; and because the trucks and their cargo couldn't negotiate the high Snake Pass crossing over the spine of England, Philip Masters got sent home from work early. When he arrived back at the house he lived in with his mother things would never be the same again.

"You might as well get on out of it," the lugubrious foreman had muttered, taking it as a personal affront that the snow and ice and treacherous driving conditions between Manchester and Sheffield made the delivery impossible. "Take an early knock off, lad." 

And Philip hadn't needed telling twice. Muffled by a scarf wrapped around the lower half of his face, twenty years old, fair-haired and considered to be good-looking but painfully shy and awkward around women, with gloved hands deep in the pockets of his heavy donkey jacket, the soles of his boots squeaking against the snow underfoot, Philip trudged homeward. 

He arrived at the narrow-fronted terrace, the house identical to rows and rows of others all huddled together collectively, as though their proximity would give some respite from the cold beneath the purple bruise of a pregnant sky in the back streets of the industrial city. Philip moved quickly through the brick archway of the small tunnel running between his house and the one adjoining -- a snicket or ginnel they'd called it as kids, access for the coalman to the bin in the tiny yard at the back of the house. He reached the back door, unlocked as usual, nobody bothered to lock doors, they didn't have anything worth stealing really, and once inside in the relative warmth, Philip pulled off his boots. He left his footwear to bleed melted snow onto the lino of the vestibule between the back door and the kitchen, the back-space that his mother used as a store for vegetables, an assortment of coats on a line of hooks fixed to the wall, Philip's boots, and other odds and sods that had no other place to call home in the confines of the small house.

In his socks, after hanging his donkey jacket on a hook and putting his boots neatly to the left of the vegetable rack -- his mum went spare if her left the "great clod-hopping things" lying about, berating him like an irate wife whose errant husband had spent the wage in the pub or lost it on the horses -- Philip walked quietly through the kitchen. Relieved to be indoors after the cold outside he walked in his socks as silent as a burglar along the narrow hallway to the living room; the parlour as his mother insisted. The room looked cosy with its small tree brightening the weary, worn out décor. Dangling baubles winked like jewels in the cosy firelight from the glowing coals in the grate. Christmas Eve was two days away, and Philip had been looking forward to a couple of days off work. 

He hadn't meant to move so quietly, not on purpose, but being quiet had become a habit since he'd started working at the warehouse. He left home so early in the morning that out of consideration to his mum he went about his morning routine as silently as possible.

Even though it was now the afternoon he shouldn't have been home at that time of day, not so early, but it was because of the snow, and because of the snow he'd been given an early bath, which meant, when he walked into the warm parlour, he saw her.

She obviously hadn't been expecting him.

***

Beverly Masters loved sex. It wasn't something she told anyone about, it might be 1963, an enlightened age, but her husband buggering off with that tart from the foundry, a little scrubber with loose legs and a tight pair of firm young tits had still caused a flurry of gossip and sideways glances along the terrace, and the odd snicker or two, so if anyone knew of her liking for cock things could really get uncomfortable. And there was Philip to consider, her son, a good lad, out working, bringing in a wage, he'd been fourteen when his dad had run off, an awkward age for anybody, but his dad's abrupt departure had affected Philip badly. Already a shy boy, he really went into his shell, so much so that even now, six years later, the young man blushed and stammered around girls. He was so much better than he was, but at twenty Beverly hoped Philip would grow out of it soon. Time he found himself a nice girlfriend.

Philip was nothing like his mother in that regard, Beverly attracted the men, even at forty-two she had them sniffing and chasing after her. She never went with any of them, none of the locals; she didn't want a reputation as a slut. More for Philip's sake than her own.

But she craved cock, thought about it all the time, daydreamed about sizes and shapes and how good they felt in her hand and between her legs. Beverly loved to see them grow thicker and longer as they stiffened up, the man behind it hungry for her. Her penchant was for a brutal looking penis, something thick and gnarled that rubbed her insides and got her all hot and bothered. She loved to watch them come too, spitting spunk from the single eye, flinging jizm about. 

Not long ago Beverly had enjoyed a hot affair with, of all people, the coalman. She'd seduced him two summers ago as he'd carried a bag of coal from the horse drawn cart along the ginnel, offering him a beer and a good long look at her cleavage, What a fuck that had been, the first one, him with his bludgeon of a cock, incongruously pink and clean compared to his coal-blackened hands and smudged face. She'd bent over the kitchen table and offered her cunt to him after wanking and sucking him to iron-hard tumescence. He'd left her gasping and filthy with black handprints all over her arse while spunk slid down her legs after a brief but frenzied fuck.

"Got to get back and move the cart along," he'd said as he tucked his great organ away and buttoned his flies.

Despite it being mid-summer, gasping with heat and exertion, Beverly had panted, "I'll need another bag next week." And the man had grinned, teeth pearlescent in his grimy face, and left Beverly half dressed, her knickers on the flagstone floor, her skirt up round her waist, tits and fanny sore from where he'd mauled her and fucked into her hard and fast. But oh, she was so fucking satisfied.

He'd come again the following week. This time he stayed longer after leaving the horse and cart at a mate's yard away from prying eyes and sharp, gossiping tongues. Beverly loved it, the rough fucking as his huge, grimy hands pawed at her skin. The girth of him split her open, the broad mushroom dome, pliant yet unyielding, relentlessly probing deeper and deeper forcing her apart while the beautiful ridges and veins in his gnarled length rubbed her to climax after climax. 

When he grunted a warning that his own surge was imminent, Beverly, with her thighs juddering at the intensity or her orgasms, pushed him away from where his fingers gripped her hips and he fucked into her from behind.

"On my tits!" she'd cried, "spunk on my tits." She squatted and offered her breasts to him as he tugged at his length. 

Grimacing, desperate for the sublime release, the rough and begrimed man gave a huge, bull like bellow and poured a viscous rain of semen onto Beverly's big breasts.

"You're a dirty lass," the groaned. "I've never fucked anyone as mucky as you. You love it, eh?"

Beverly's response had been to smirk up at him as she squatted on her kitchen floor. She smeared his outpouring over the soft flesh of her breasts with one hand and reached for his oozing cock with the other. "You love it too," she murmured before wrapping her lips around him. The woman sucked and slurped at the man's diminishing erection. Her cheeks dipped to concavity as she cleaned all residue of their coupling from his cock.

And it had gone on from there, he a regular and welcome visitor who never took his boots off or got beyond the kitchen.

The end came when the coalman's son joined the man on his rounds, the boy's presence curtailing his father's extra-marital activities and, by default, denying Beverly her weekly ration of stiff penis.

Beverly took to masturbating to cool the fires and salve the itch between her legs. As the colder months came on she found being naked in her bedroom too uncomfortable without a fire to warm her exposed flesh, and since she couldn't afford the luxury of a fire in the bedroom she was forced by economic necessity to use the parlour room downstairs.

At first Beverly was as nervous as a cat in Battersea dogs' home as she settled on the settee with her skirt around her hips. Her ears were tuned to every creak of the terraced house's old bones, and each sound heralded a flurry of libs as the woman hurriedly rearranged her clothing and, red-faced and guilty looking, she scrambled to her feet, thinking her son was about to walk in a catch her with her fingers swirling around her hot and swollen sex.

As the days and weeks went on Beverly relaxed and began to ignore the usual sounds the innocent walls and floors made; she recognised that the noises were just the house grumbling about the change in the weather, rheumatoid joints contracting as the days grew colder.

Philip would be at work until five every weekday, and with the half-hour walk home there was little danger of him ever catching her in flagrante delicto with her skirt bunched around her waist and her cunt snarling around her fingers.

Beverly took to masturbating regularly at two in the afternoon. She would actually start the day with a little diddle under the sheets in her bed, but to find her best, most intense orgasms, she needed freedom to writhe and move about. The bedsheet and heavy blankets were too restrictive, hence the fire in the grate in the parlour and her legs akimbo on the settee.

One afternoon, as was now her habit, Beverly basked in the warmth of the fire in her usual position. The coals glowed brightly and sent heat radiating out into the room. The Christmas tree was up, only a small one otherwise the tiny room would be filled with its prickly branches and dangling ornaments, but the fresh tang of pine filled the room.

On Christmas morning there would be two presents under the tree, one for her from her son, and another parcel for Philip in a reciprocal gesture of giving. Nothing fancy, they didn't have the money for much extravagance, but it would be a pleasant day anyway, first the exchange of gifts in the morning followed by a nice turkey dinner and wine, beer for Philip, in the afternoon.

That afternoon however, with Christmas Day still two days into the future, Beverly was on the settee, the middle finger of one hand rubbing at her taut clitoris while she used the stiff fingers of her free hand to finger-fuck her scarlet opening. As she masturbated Beverly writhed and groaned, picturing herself as she'd been during the summer, bent over the kitchen table while the coalman fucked her with his huge, gnarled knob.

"Stick it in me," the woman gabbled, urging her fantasy lover on. "Fuck me with that big cock. I'm going to come. Fuck ... I'm going to come on it. It's big ... so fucking big ..."

She didn't hear the back door open and close, or perhaps she heard a slight shuffling sound as Philip took off his coat and boots but chose to ignore it, mistakenly thinking she'd never be caught out, not at this time of day. And because her son moved so quietly she didn't hear his transit from the kitchen to the parlour door. It wasn't until, as she came like a steam train, grunting and cursing while her fingers squelched inside her gooey twat that she opened her eyes and saw him, her son, standing there in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock.

***

Philip couldn't harness a single coherent thought. What he saw was impossible, it couldn't be happening. He stared at the scene, his jaw slack and his body numb as his brain refused point blank to register the truth of what his eyes were telling him. Seconds felt like minutes as, still ignorant to his presence, the woman sprawled so inelegantly on the settee kept on babbling obscenities as her body squirmed against the cushions and her limbs twitched. Philip watched his mother's thighs judder under the intensity of her climax, the muscles convulsing while she stuffed three fingers into her body and mauled at her exposed breasts.

He stared, still gape-mouthed and bug-eyed, at his mother's tits as she pawed roughly at her own flesh. Beverly had unbuttoned her blouse and hauled her boobs free of her bra when the urge had come over her earlier, and Philip found himself mesmerised by the pale, heavy orbs. Philip experienced a deep-seated and instinctive sexual surge at what he saw. The fact that it was his own mother made no difference; he hadn't registered that this was the woman who had birthed him, given him life. His mind refused to accept the facts; therefore his initial reaction was breath-taking sexual arousal. Philip didn't realise he was turned on, that his cock was stiff and huge, he wouldn't recall that until later, not until he'd had time to recover and analyse his impressions.

Then Beverly opened her eyes.

The moment ballooned, with both mother and son unable to grasp the reality. Even as her eyes widened and her pupils dilated in shock, Beverly's body continued to react to the impulses her orgasm continued to generate.

"Oh no," the woman blurted, as, even then, she winced and moaned and her hand squeezed her breast one final time. "No," she repeated. Like her son, she couldn't believe the reality of her situation. "No," she said a third time."

His mother's voice, like a hypnotist's snapping fingers, broke Philip's trance. He blinked quickly and swallowed heavily. Backing out of the room he began to babble. "Mum ... Oh. Mum ... I ..." 

He had to get away. He couldn't stay here and see her like that. This was his mother! Oh God, he'd caught her wanking. Already, as the initial shock wore off, he felt the mortification overwhelm him. Myriad thoughts went through his mind: how could he face her ever again? This was worse than if she'd walked in and found him with his cock in his fist. Their lives would never be the same. This would always be there between them.

Every instinct now screamed at Philip to turn around and take to his heels, to get out of the house and let the shock of the freezing day outside numb his tortured mind. He had to get away, get clear of this room, the house, and most of all away from his mother. He needed to get the sight of her out of his head; he couldn't stand to see her sprawled like that with her legs open and her breasts rolling on her chest.

Why then couldn't he take his eyes off her?

"I didn't mean to walk in like that ..." Philip finished weakly.

More seconds past as Beverly lay on the settee and stared at her son. She knew she should move, that decency demanded that she cover herself, but, in those few moments that followed Philip's unexpected appearance, when she saw ... something in his eyes, Beverly couldn't help but lie there and flaunt herself.

Her son's expression, albeit one of total disbelief and shock, held a hint of some indefinable emotion that reached out and touched Beverly on a level she couldn't understand. And for a reason she couldn't articulate, without even fully realising that she did so, Beverly allowed her legs to fall apart, a boneless, lewd action that revealed the scarlet slit of her sex to her son's stare.

Then common sense and morality slapped her face and Beverly finally realised the truth of her situation. "Bloody hell" she cried. "Philip! No ... But ... What are you doing here?" The woman's thighs clamped together as she jack-knifed upright and her fingers scrabbled to draw her blouse together across her front. "This isn't happening."

***

Beverly waited for her son's return. She sat with her elbows resting on the kitchen table, the scene of her debauched affair from the summer months that now seemed so long ago. While she waited she smoked and sipped at the gin she'd poured following Philip's headlong dash from the house. He had to come back soon, Beverly mused, he'd left with such frenzied urgency that he forgot to take his coat, and it was freezing outside. Not that she had much of a clue about what she was going to say to him, but one thing she knew for certain, that they had to talk through what had happened. No matter how embarrassing or painful that might be, they had to talk it through, otherwise, Beverly knew, they would never be able to look each other in the eye again. And since it was just the two of them living together, and because of her son's innate shyness, which was close on being a disability in its own right, Beverly felt that they had to clear the air before any more damage got done.

Half an hour later and Beverly's pulse quickened when she heard the scrape of the back door opening. She rose to her feet and the backs of her knees pushed against the wooden seat of the chair. Beverly heard the double thud of Philip's boots on the flagged floor of the back-space. She wrung her hands as a leaden brick of agitation dropped into the pit of her stomach.

Philip halted when he saw his mother waiting for him. Despite the cold that gnawed his very bones he saw the anxiety in her pained expression. For a moment, when he looked into the deep, green pools of his mother' eyes, Philip felt a surge of love swell in his throat. This was the woman who had cared for him all his life, the one constant thing in his existence. Then, as he shivered in the doorway, with the draught whistling under the outside door, Philip recalled the vivid images of his mother in the parlour. His eyes slid away from Beverly's face.

"Go into the parlour, Philip," Beverly said gently. "I'll bring you in a nice cup of tea." She nodded towards the hallway and the warm room beyond. "Go on," she insisted, "sit by the fire and get warmed through." Easing the chair backwards, Beverly stepped around the table and moved to take hold of the kettle and fill it with water. "I said, in the parlour, Philip," she called when, from the corner of her eye, she saw her son sidling towards the stairs. "We've some things to discuss."

Philip's body tensed as he considered defying his mother's instructions. He stood there for a moment with his hand on the banister, one foot on the first riser. Then, heaving a huge sigh, knowing it would be useless to ignore her, she would only follow him upstairs to his bedroom where he'd planned to hide, his hand left the banister and he shuffled into the parlour.

"Drink this," Beverly ordered as she proffered a steaming mug of sweetened tea to her son. She busied herself with logs and the coal scuttle, avoiding Philip's eye while she built up the fire.

Philip blew across the meniscus of the scalding brew as he watched his mother work. When the flames leapt and snapped in the grate Beverly left the room. When she returned she brought with her a fresh gin and a packet of cigarettes.




Catching Mother at Christmas



"Philip," she said seriously after lighting up. "We have to talk about what happened." Ignoring her son's wince, she continued. "If we don't get it out things will just fester. The awkwardness between us will grow and grow." Beverly drew heavily on the cigarette while Philip stared into the dancing flames. "I know it's embarrassing, Philip," she snapped, frustrated by her son's silence and refusal to acknowledge her. "But we have to clear the air."

Philip sipped at the tea before turning to face his mother. Like her son a few moments earlier, Beverly experienced a swelling of emotion in her chest. She loved him dearly, felt for him acutely, knowing his excruciating shyness would be making this situation doubly difficult to deal with.

"Oh Mum," the young man sighed.

Tears pricked Beverly's eyes at the forlorn words and the tortured face of her own flesh and blood. She sucked at the cigarette vehemently, blowing smoke to the ceiling before she took a deep draught of gin. Surprised at the suddenly empty glass, she stood up and, sniffing with emotion and the harsh spirit that burned her throat, Beverly said, "I'm just going for a top up." She regarded her son and steeled her resolve, adding, "And then we're going to talk, Philip."

"Bring me one too, Mum," Philip said as he nodded his head at the empty glass in his mother's hand. "I could use one."

Surprised at Philip's choice, he was usually a beer man, and even then it was only the odd tipple -- like at Christmas which was now so close. Nevertheless, when she returned to the parlour Beverly carried two glasses.

Philip carefully placed the half finished mug of tea onto the carpet and took the gin from his mother's hand.

"I'm sorry you saw what you did, Philip," Beverly began. "It must be a ... a shock." One hand fluttered in the air as she explained her surprise. "It was to me. I mean I'm mortified by the fact that you caught me doing that, but I have to try to put things right between us."

"I really don't want to do this, Mum," Philip mumbled. He still refused to look at Beverly directly, preferring instead to watch the snapping flames rather than look at Beverly's face.

In part, some of Philip's discomfiture -- a large helping of the pie in fact -- came from his own reaction to seeing his mother's body displayed as it had been. As he'd walked coatless through the warren of narrow, snow-covered streets, through the freezing cold and biting winds, he'd had a few minutes to recognise that, as well as being shocked, he'd actually experienced a surge of arousal when he'd seen his mother's face twisted into that mask of pure, undiluted lust. In the moments before Beverly had opened her eyes, as Philip stared at her, he'd seen her expression of wanton desire. He recalled the sight of her fingers twisting urgently between her labia as she sought the glorious release of her orgasm. He remembered also the sound of her hand squelching around her cunt, and the obscene language she'd used to coax herself along the road towards that climax. And, when her orgasm had ripped through her body and his mother had writhed and squirmed against the settee, when he'd seen her thighs twitching, the muscles dancing in that involuntary paroxysm, Philip had been dimly aware of his cock stiffening in his trousers.

He couldn't deny that he'd wanted his own mother in a sexual way. And he was deeply disturbed by the feelings. As Beverly talked on, oblivious to the real cause of Philip's torment, Philip heard her trying to explain about how she had feelings and urges and, despite being his mother, still had a sexual appetite.

"It's been difficult for me, Philip," Beverly said quietly. She too, following her son's lead, spoke into the fire. As though the flames would consume her words and the relationship between mother and son would, like the phoenix, rise again from the ashes.

She couldn't possibly know it, nobody could foresee the future that lay in store for Beverly and her son, but the coming days would see a dramatic and irrevocable shift between the pair. Not in the way Beverly imagined, for never in her wildest fantasies could she picture what was to come by Christmas morning. How she and Philip would be altered forever.

"It's natural," Beverly continued. "I know you do it too, Philip," she added in a near whisper. "I've seen the mucky magazine you've got in your bedroom." She held up a restraining hand, palm outward as she closed her eyes to her son's stiffening body and opening mouth. "I'm not judging or censoring you, darling," she rushed. "All I'm trying to do is explain that what you saw is normal behaviour." Beverly's tone softened as she looked into her son's anguished face. "We all do it, Philip. It's nothing to be ashamed of." She sipped at the gin and looked at Philip over the rim of the glass. "Please don't let this alter the way we are, Son."

The knowledge that his mother had found his magazine caused Philip yet further anguish. Somehow, her knowing that he looked at the pictures of naked women was more embarrassing than seeing her in the masturbatory act. 

He groaned and lifted a hand to his forehead. Eventually, with a deep sigh, he capitulated. His body deflated as he sank back into the chair. "All right, Mum," he sighed again as the fight left him. "I just need a little time to get used to it." Philip swallowed the gin and grimaced at the unfamiliar taste. He leaned forward and set the empty glass on the carpet near the mug. "You know I'm not good with ..." He shrugged and gestured ineffectually with his hands. "I'm not very good at dealing with private things."

"Oh, Philip," Beverly sighed. She looked at her son and felt so sorry for him. He looked as though he had the weight of the world resting on his shoulders as he sat in the worn armchair, his elbows resting on his knees while he massaged his forehead with one hand. "Let me get you a beer, darling. I got some in for Christmas." Beverly laughed, a short, brittle sound, cold and fragile as ice. Christmas, what kind of holiday could they expect now? "But I suppose you could use a beer at the moment."

Seconds later, while Philip tilted the bottle to his lips, Beverly, with a fresh gin and a newly lit cigarette settled once again onto the settee. The couple talked until the fire once more faded to glowing coals in the grate. Beverly explained to her son as best she could about how she felt, about the need for physical release. 

Several bottles of beer later and Philip nodded. "I understand, Mum. Really I do." And he actually found, to his surprise, that he did understand, that the talking made him feel so much better. He turned his burning face away and mumbled, "And you're right. We all do it. That's why I keep that magazine. I like looking at the pictures and ..." Philip left the rest unsaid, he'd come a long way in the last hour or two but enough was enough. The beer had helped to ease his inhibitions and loosen his tongue, but he wasn't affected by the alcohol so much that he didn't know when to stop talking.

Realising her son had said all he was going to say, and more than a little embarrassed herself at his surprisingly candid revelations, Beverly stood and held out her arms. "I'm glad we got it all out in the open, Philip," she smiled. "Now give me a hug. It's time I was in the kitchen getting us some tea made. You must be starving."

With his mother in his arms, Philip was shocked to find his body responding to her physically. The images flooded back into his head. In his mind he saw her again, as he'd stumbled upon her that afternoon, skirt bunched at her waist, big tits trembling while her face creased and she panted and swore and fingered herself.

Philip's cock stiffened quickly as a surge of desire burst through his senses. "You're beautiful, Mum," he mumbled into her thick, dark hair. His lips nuzzled at her neck as he squeezed her tighter to his body. "So beautiful."

Beverly eased herself out of her son's arms. She stared at him for long seconds, confused at the way he'd held her and the words that had spilled from his lips with such meaning. The look in his eyes reminded her, with a jolt, of the moments immediately after she'd opened her eyes and seen him standing in the doorway looking at her. His expression seemed somehow hungry, more like the heated and longing look of a lover. 

Her face reddened when she remembered how, rather than gasp with shock and scramble for modesty, her first act had been to flaunt herself to his burning eyes. Beverly had wanted him to see her gaping sex; she'd just let her legs fall open and had exhibited herself in the lewdest way. And the act had thrilled her, there was no denying it, the look on his face, the desire she'd seen in his eyes had sent a frisson of arousal through her own body. As much as the knowledge appalled her, Beverly couldn't quite quell the flicker of that same arousal now.

"I'll go and make us something to eat," she stammered, shocked at her body's reaction. Taking a backward step she held her son's stare for another few seconds. "You really must be starving," Beverly muttered as she finally wrenched her eyes away from Philip's face.

When his mother had all but run from the room Philip collapsed back into his seat. He looked down at the bulge in his trousers, a tenting of the material caused by his stiff cock -- an erection that had been brought about by his desire for his own mother.

"Jesus," Philip muttered. He picked up the beer bottle and swigged at it, wondering, despite their frank conversation, if things between him and his mother would ever be normal again.

Two

Philip woke to the cold and dark of another working day. He went through his usual morning routine, shivering in the tiny bathroom until his cold water toilette was complete. After loading the first wagons of the day he breakfasted at the café, all steamy windows and boisterous male bonhomie while lorry drivers and other working men bantered with the plump, pink-cheeked girl behind the serving counter. He ignored the hubbub all around as he sipped his tea, lost in his own little bubble of distraction.

What were these feelings he'd suddenly developed for his mother? More to the point, how did he rid himself of them? It was so wrong to feel this way, to be so strongly drawn in a sexual way to his own mum. In the vaporous humidity of the café, wreathed in steam and cigarette smoke, Philip felt his face burning as he recalled how beneath a den of bedding the night before he'd tugged at his cock and recalled the sight of his mother sprawled on the settee with her fingers mushing between her legs.

The shame had rushed in even as the semen spurted from the eye of his cock, almost as though filling the vacuum created by the hot stuff jetting from his body. Sleep had been elusive, his thoughts filled with wild and sordid fantasies of his mother creeping across the landing and, with words of her own desire sweet from her lips, her sliding into bed next to him to take the engorged length of his cock in her fist.

Philip sighed and drained the last of his tea and rubbed gritty eyes with the heel of his hand as he left the café, the bell jangling to signal his departure. He worked quietly, diligent and efficient as usual until, like the previous day, the foreman appeared and told him that the trucks still couldn't manage the climb over the Pennines and that he might as well call it a day.

Philip hurried home, his mind filled with possibilities that swelled the pit of his stomach with anxious hope. Could it be that his mother would be in the same indelicate position as yesterday? His mother may have gotten into the habit of masturbating at a particular time of day. It could be that she was there right now, in the parlour, all bare-limbed and wide-legged, her big tits trembling and swaying as she finger-fucked herself to a climax.

When he arrived home he paused at the back door, breathing deeply to calm himself, breath smoking in the grey twilight of the winter afternoon. He eased the door handle down, determined to be as silent as a burglar. Sliding his boots off after untying the laces on the doorstep, Philip left them in the backspace and moved quietly through the adjoining door into the kitchen. The warmth of the stove and the doughy scent of baking enveloped him in a welcome embrace; his mother must be in the middle of Christmas preparations. His heart leaped into his throat when he realised that he detected no sign of his mother's presence -- no noise from upstairs, she obviously wasn't in the kitchen, and she wouldn't be outdoors, not with the oven on.

Could she be in the parlour? Oh God, it was too much to hope for. With his heart hammering in his chest Philip felt his trembling legs might give way at any second as he crept along the hall. He struggled to contain the bellows of his lungs, certain that if his mother was in the parlour his breathing, which sounded to him as loud as a steam train, would alert her to his presence.

Closer and closer he inched forward until ...

There she was, just the same as yesterday, sprawled on the settee as she rubbed urgently at her clitoris.

He hadn't really expected to find her like this again; it had just been a wild hope that he hadn't expected to be fulfilled. But here she was fingers busy, eyes closed as she panted and writhed, lost in her own masturbatory fantasy.

Philip supressed a moan and, with his eyes fixed upon his mother's exposed flesh, he unbuttoned his files and hauled forth the rigid tumescence.

He stroked himself slowly, daring only to peer around the door jamb, still fearful of discovery. The long talk and clearing of the air of the previous day had been one thing, the honesty his mother had shared with him meant that they both understood and accepted that each of them had physical desires and needs, but Philip was pretty certain that spying on his mother while he wanked his cock wasn't exactly going to be met with a cheery smile and a shrug of the shoulders.

It felt so good to stand there and slide his fist along his length as he watched his mother enjoying herself. Philip committed her to memory, each curve and soft bulge of her flesh stored away to be used later, at night under the tented bedcovers.

The groan escaped without him even realising he'd made a sound. Of course, his mother's eyes snapped open instantly.

***

Beverly woke up full of the joys despite the cold in her bedroom. The prospect of Christmas and the heart to heart she'd shared with her son filled her heart. There was just the one thing that concerned her as she went about the necessary chore of mending the fire in the parlour, and that was the matter of the way Philip had held her and nuzzled her neck. There was something ... odd about it, something not quite right. Whenever Beverly called that moment to mind she dismissed it immediately, also conveniently forgetting how she'd let her son stare at her hot and scarlet cunt for a few moments when she'd first realised he was there in the doorway watching her.

It was all so confused anyway, and Beverly was sure that she hadn't really allowed Philip to look at her. Surely it had been something to do with the shock of the moment, of finding him staring all slack-jawed and glazed-eyed. He wasn't meant to be home at that time and had caught her by surprise, totally unguarded. No, she was sure, absolutely certain she hadn't really just laid there and let him take a good, long look. She'd just been immobile with surprise -- that had to be it.

Nevertheless, as she kneaded dough in the kitchen, with the stove warming her, Beverly couldn't quite deny the tickling between her legs.

Not that itch had anything to do with Philip. No, the heat inside her had nothing to with her son at all.

Beverly had been determined to ignore the need. She managed to last until two, her habitual time for some self-love.

"A couple of minutes," she muttered to herself as she settled onto the settee. "Just a few minutes."

A flutter of anticipation tickled Beverly's stomach when she lifted her skirt around her hips. She peeled her underwear off and splayed her already gooey labia with her fingertips. Looking down at her opening, slick and hot amid the matted bush of her dark pubic hair, Beverly chewed her bottom lip and savoured the delightful moment just before her forefinger slid over her clitoris.

"God," she gasped, swallowing heavily. "Yes. Oh, that feels so good."

Sighing deeply, Beverly sank deeper into the seat's familiar embrace. Her buttocks slid over the cushion as she wriggled and squirmed, her forefinger describing languid circles around and over her clitoris. She groaned and opened her legs wider, calling to mind memories of her former lover and the robust fucking she'd experienced in his coal-begrimed hands.

When the pictures in her mind grew more sordid her fingers began to move with more urgency. Beverly used two stiff digits to finger-fuck her opening while, at the same time, she rubbed harder and harder at the taut nub at the cleft of her sex.

Her body tensed, limbs going rigid as the first waves of pleasure began their irrevocable tidal surge. Recognising the precursor to her climax Beverly began to pant and gasp, intermittently mumbling an expletive to demonstrate vocally how intense her feelings were. She loved the dirty talk, revelled in the dirtiness of it. "Fuck," she mumbled, "my cunt's so fucking hungry. I'd love a big cock to suck before it batters my twat."

The woman could scent her own arousal wafting from between her legs. The musk of her desire reminded her of the coalman's semen that she let dry on her skin after he'd covered her breasts with his outpouring. Leaving the jizm to cool and dry on her flesh, Beverly had kept the smell of him on her body for the rest of the afternoon following his visit, only washing herself clean of the crusty residue just before her son was due home.

The musk of her own body pushed Beverly closer and closer to the caldera, and it was just as she teetered on the edge, seconds before she fell into the roiling, molten pit of her climax that Beverly heard the groan.

Her eyes snapped open and, as her orgasm reached up and pulled her into the bubbling depths, Beverly saw her son.

She had a moment in which to think, Not again, and then the sensations gripped her consciousness.

Beverly knew Philip watched her; she even knew, in a vague and foggy way, that as he watched her he was also pulling at himself. She'd seen the length of him in his fist, had even managed to notice in the second before her climax took her that he was huge -- her son's cock was bigger than the coalman's sizeable offering.

"I'm coming," Beverly groaned. And there was nothing she could do to stop herself. Even if she could stem the tide, the great rush of the tsunami wave of ecstasy, Beverly knew that she would still have laid there, legs wide, with her pussy gaping and bubbling and simply let her son watch.

Philip recognised, as he watched and masturbated, on some instinctive level he knew that what he was doing was wrong. He just couldn't help himself. Seeing his mother like that again overwhelmed him. And when she opened her eyes and saw him, and then just continued fingering her squelching cunt, letting him feast his eyes as he tugged at himself, it all became too much. He heard the words drop from his mother's lips -- she was coming right in front of him. She knew he was there; she'd opened her eyes and seen him. In fact, even as she writhed and trembled and the cords in her neck stood out like knife edges, her eyes were open. His mother came right in front of his staring eyes and watched him watching her.

Philip's eyes caught his mother's stare and, as the woman sighed and gasped, he grunted and let the surge erupt from the eye of his cock.




Catching Mother at Christmas



Beverly cried out when she saw the viscous fluid squirt from her son's cock. "My darling boy!" she called. "Look at you."

"Mum," Philip managed to grunt. "I ..." But he couldn't speak, the sensation of jetting spunk curtailed his ability to articulate anything other than a low, guttural moan. Semen pulsed from him, squirt after squirt of the stuff that rained down onto the worn carpet and dribbled over his hand and wrist.

All the time his seed pumped from his pulsing cock Philip kept his gaze locked on his mother's face. He saw her expression twist from surprise at his appearance into a mask of sensual delight. His mother grimaced as though in pain while she came and came, her fingers swirling between her legs. Beverly stared back at her son, her eyes heavy-lidded and glazed with lust, and Philip thought that she'd never looked more beautiful. At that moment, with both of them caught in the heat of their respective orgasms, their emotions melded, both of them poised on the brink incest.

For her part Beverly craved her son's long penis. Philip's cock was perfect -- big and thick and gnarled -- and she could see herself riding it. In her mind's eye Beverly imagined her cunt opening as her son held himself upright and she lowered herself onto him. She could see herself shamelessly offering her teats to him, holding her breasts in her palms as she invited her own son to suck her nipples. Her orgasm rolled on and on, apparently without end while Beverly held Philip's eyes with her own intense gaze. She watched his face as he came, glancing briefly at the cascade of semen pouring out of her son before, while her body thrilled at the sight of his outpouring, Beverly concentrated on reading his expression.

Beverly saw the wanting in Philip's face writ large as he stared back at her.

Eventually the fire burning between them cooled. Mother and son continued to gaze at each other, neither daring to move, both not quite able to believe what had just occurred.

Finally, blinking and gasping, panting for breath, Philip gurgled a single word. "Mum?" he said in a voice strangled with emotion.

With her exposed breasts trembling on her heaving chest, while she lay sprawled and indecently exposed, Beverly managed to sigh: "Philip. My darling boy ..."

"No, Mum," Philip gasped. "What have we done?" Beverly saw the anguish behind her son's eyes in the moment before, as he tucked his dribbling cock into his trousers, Philip fled the room.

***

Beverly's fingers scrabbled at the seat beneath her as she heaved herself upright and, with her skirt falling to its normal decent level at her knees, she rushed in her son's wake. She found him in the kitchen, sitting with his elbows on the table, head in his hands.

Seeing him there Beverly paused, her next move uncertain. A strong and undeniable maternal urge to go to her son and hold him moved Beverly's feet until she stood next to the young man.

His mother's touch on his shoulder brought a groan of anguish from Philip.

"Philip?" Beverly whispered.

"I came home hoping I'd find you doing it again, Mum," Philip confessed, his head bowed towards the table top. "I wanted to see you doing it. When I saw you yesterday I thought you were so beautiful. I couldn't help myself, Mum; I got an early finish again because the lorries can't get in, and I hurried home wanting, hoping to catch you again. And when I saw you," Philip muttered, "you looked so lovely, so ... sexy, that I couldn't stop myself from touching myself. I had to ... to ... you know."

"I know, darling. I saw. And when I saw you standing there ... holding your lovely penis ..." 

To hear his mother speaking directly about his cock sent a thrill of desire through Philip. Despite his intense climax of only moments earlier, he felt the stir inside his trousers.

Beverly sighed and rubbed the palm of her hand over her son's back. She swallowed hard and continued. "I'm just saying that I understand, Philip. We both got caught in the heat of the moment. I understand, darling, I really do. I know what you felt when you saw me, I felt it too. When I saw the look on your face, and when I saw how big you are ..." Beverly sighed again. "Oh, Philip, when I saw your big cock I wanted it." Her face burned with shame and embarrassment as she confessed her disturbing carnal desires to her son. But Beverly, determined to make Philip understand he wasn't to blame for what happened between them, ploughed on regardless. "It's understandable, Philip. It might be wrong in some people's eyes, my baby, and who knows, perhaps they're right, maybe we've done wrong ... I'm sure I don't know. But we've done it, and both of us have to take responsibility. But nobody needs to know, Philip. Why should they? It's something that's happened between us; I don't quite know what's happened, how we got here, it's all very confusing."

And Philip agreed, his mother had it right on that score, it was confusing in extremis. Tortured by what he'd done, the level to which he'd sunk, appalled at the way he'd actively sought his mother out, hoping she'd be half naked and masturbating, Philip swivelled his face to look at her, determined that the next words from his lips would be to recant his actions, to vow that never again would he allow himself the weakness -- as he saw it -- of his voyeurism. What had passed between them had been a momentary aberration that couldn't ever be repeated. It was wrong, so very wrong to look upon his own mother's flesh in that way. It was a sin to desire her as he did, and Philip, resolute in his decision to put this episode behind them forever, swivelled to face Beverly.

But, when he turned to look at his mother, Philip found himself confronted by her bare breasts. 

Beverly had, in her headlong rush to follow Philip, forgotten to cover herself; her breasts. Those icons of feminine beauty that so fascinated a man's eye, big and heavy and round, tipped with pink teats so long and thick hung suspended only a few inches from Philip's face.

His resolve dissolved and Philip, with a groan of desire that came from some primordial, instinctive place within him, reached up slowly and cupped Beverly's weight in his palms.

"Beautiful," he sighed before taking a nipple into his mouth.

Beverly gasped. "My darling," she breathed, stroking her son's head.

They joined together on the settee. Beverly lay back and opened her legs to her son. Philip, with his underwear and trousers around his shins since his desire had been too hot, too urgent to remove his clothing, clambered onto the seat between his mother's thighs.

Beverly looked into her son's eyes and reached between their bodies. Taking the length of him, iron-hard and so thick in her fist, she held the bulb of the cock-head at her opening. "Are you sure?" she murmured, looking into Philip's eyes.

Philip replied with a jerk of his hips so the blunt dome nudged Beverly's body.

"Put it in," Beverly whispered.

When she felt her body splitting, opening up to accept the pulsing length of her son, Beverly arched her back and succumbed to the living entity that filled her so completely.

"Mum," Philip groaned.

"Love me," Beverly responded. "Move inside me, darling. Love your mother."

Three

Christmas morning and it seemed like the whole country woke beneath a blanket of snow. Outside in the narrow street the virginal covering lay pure and undisturbed. Philip stirred and blinked over the covers of his mother's bed. When he looked for her next to him he found her gone.

Philip threw back the thick eiderdown and, braced against the fist of frigid air, stepped out of bed. Fully awake now in the cold air, still naked, Philip hurried along the landing towards the stairs. As he descended he heard the sound of his mother on the level below. He found her in the parlour, naked like himself as she knelt in front of the Christmas tree. Philip stepped quietly into the room and felt the welcoming warmth of the early fire his mother had lit earlier that morning. Beverly rose to her feet unaware that her son was in the room with her.

Philip looked at his mother's comfortable body, examining the shape of her from behind. His cock swelled at the sweep of her curves. Aroused at her narrow waist and swell of her hips, Philip moved quickly towards Beverly, the jib of his erection waggling heavily in front of his body.

"You naughty boy," Beverly giggled when she felt Philip's hard-on nudge the small of her back. She held her son's forearms where they encircled her waist as he drew her back against his body. "Is that a present for me?" she added. "Do you have something big and hard for me to play with on Christmas morning?" Beverly swivelled within Philip's embrace. Her breasts squashed against his broad chest while she grinned up into his face and held the length of him in her hand. Beverly's fingers curled around the girth of her son's cock, not quite meeting as they encircled the thickness at the root of him. Desire flooded between Beverly's legs while she stroked her son's erection -- he was almost as long as her forearm; a cubit's length of lovely cock from palm to the crook of her elbow.

"I want to taste you," Beverly muttered into her son's ear. "Let me suck you, darling."

Philip pushed his fingers through his mother's thick, dark hair as the warm heat of her mouth engulfed the head of his cock. He groaned when her tongue tickled the sensitive frenulum, the taut banjo string on the underside of his dick.

"You're too big for my mouth," Beverly chuckled as she stroked her fist along Philip's gristle. "My jaw will ache for days if I try to suck this thing."

"Lie down, Mum," Philip muttered, still a little shy despite the time he'd spent tumbling with his mother beneath the covers of her bed.

"What are you going to do?" Beverly asked, her eyes shining. Her insides melted and her sex clenched with excitement. She knew what Philip had in mind and she eagerly complied with his instruction, laying back on the familiar sofa to open her legs to him. 

An arterial burst of lust surged through Philip as he gazed at his mother, her legs wide so the hot scarlet slash of her cunt showed pink and wet through the thick pubic bush. He bent towards her, kneeling on the carpet to dab his tongue at her core.

"Lick me, darling," Beverly gasped. "Kiss me down there. Suck my clit and lick me. Finger me. I'm so wet for you. Love me like a good son loves his mother."

Philip slurped at his mother's sex until the woman gasped and grunted, her body jack-knifing at the waist while her legs and arms stiffened and she clawed at the cushions and her son's shoulders.

"I'm coming," Beverly cried out, "I'm coming on your face, Philip."

Next came the bit Philip found the most exciting. He found licking his mother's sex to be arousing, and fucking into her with his cock, feeling her clenching around his girth, excited him beyond measure, but what he really loved was the kissing. For him, kissing his own mother with a lover's mouth, pushing his tongue between her lips and feeling her tongue slide with his was more erotic than any other act. It felt so intimate to kiss her that way, so much more illicit and taboo than the fucking.

As they kissed, Philip slid into his mother's body, the place now familiar to him, not like the first few times he'd fumbled and prodded, clumsily attempting to find the core of her with his blind-eyed penis. Now, with the ease of a few hours practice, Philip slid easily into her in one, long, slick glide.

"I love you, Mum," Philip groaned, his lips brushing hers before they kissed again.

"And I love you too, Philip," Beverly grunted. "But I'm in the mood for hard fucking. Give it to me. Fuck me with that lovely cock."

Philip understood his mother's need. So far their love-making had been soft sighs and tender kisses, both of them exploring the wonder they'd discovered now that the resistance had faded. Both mother and son had accepted their feelings and had succumbed to the inevitable. For Philip, now he'd renounced the guilt and embraced the new, fresh and exciting love, a different kind of love, granted, but love nevertheless, he found the world a more welcoming place. It seemed that his attitudes and feelings had been reborn, like the pristine world beyond the window with its pure covering of snow. He knew that now was the time to release the purely physical aspect of the joining with his mother, and he eased himself up off her body to hold himself over her on straight arms.

Philip looked down and saw where his mother's body accepted his length. He then looked into her eyes and saw a glint of devilment there. Beverly's bottom lip was between her teeth as she half-smirked a challenge to her son, and Philip felt the undiluted burst of lust swell his cock.

"Hard?" he questioned, his head tilting to one side.

"Fucking hard," Beverly nodded. "Do your worst. Fuck me with that big cock. Make your mother scream ... Be a good boy."

Philip's hips jerked as he stabbed at his mother's sex. "Like that?" he asked when, with a groan and a wince of pleasure, Beverly closed her eyes and grinned with the pure pleasure of being stuffed with male gristle.

"More," Beverly gurgled. "Please. More."

Watching his mother's breasts roll, Philip began to thrust harder. Beverly grunted with each jab of his thick cock. Her face twisted into a mask of concentration while her teeth clenched and she urged the young man to fuck into her faster and deeper. Beverly's toes tingled when she felt her climax begin its inexorable bubbling deep in the visceral depths. She jerked her hips upwards to meet the savage downstrokes, her body opening at each thrust of the spongy yet unyielding bludgeon of her son's cock-head as he plunged and drilled deeper and deeper.

"You're so hot, Mum," Philip gasped, so wet and hot around me."

"Well you're fucking me deeper than I've ever known," Beverly snarled through her tightly clenched teeth. "Your big fucking cock is touching me in places I didn't even imagine existed. Oh, fuck, Philip ... it feels so good. You feel so marvellous inside me. I never want it to end. Love me, darling. Fuck me. Make me come!"

Philip's eyes rolled in their orbits while he gasped and moaned. He desperately tried to hold the surge of his climax at bay while, at the same time, he jabbed and thrust, stuffing more of his cock deep into Beverly's voracious cunt. He wanted to satisfy his mother in every way; he couldn't refuse her, he loved her too much to deny her the climax she sought. But, paradoxically, as he strove towards satisfying the writhing snarling woman beneath him, Philip came close to letting himself go.

"Do you want to come, baby?" Philip heard his mother gasp.

"I'm ... It ..." Philip clamped his mouth closed, concentrating on holding himself in check. "I can't hold it back much longer, Mum," he groaned finally.

Beverly pushed her hips up to take her son further into her body. "Let it go," she said. "Oh, fuck, Philip, just let it go. If you come then I'll come too. Do it, my darling. Pour it into me. Let me feel your cock spit all your spunk into me."

They came together. Philip grunted and gasped, his semen spurting into Beverly while the woman herself convulsed and clamped her arms around her son to draw him on top of her. Philip's semen pumped and squirted, drenching his mother's cervix until Beverly felt flooded with the stuff. Jizm squelched and farted between the couple as Philip's girth expelled their combined juices, the sheer size of him displacing the goo that filled his mother.

"Happy Christmas, Philip," Beverly crooned when, with a final sigh, Philip's weight settled on top of her. She wrapped her son in a tight embrace, her arms around his body while her legs held him around the waist.

"Merry Christmas to you too, Mum," Philip panted.

And they were both certain that, for them, it would be a merry Christmas and a happy new year.



Catching My Dream Girl



Author's Note: As always, any feedback from readers -- whether favorable or not -- is much appreciated. Please vote and provide your comments! Regards, Average Bear

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Holly Grandal had been my dream girl since I was in the fifth grade. She was the smartest girl in the class, and I was the smartest boy. 

We used to be the last two standing in any of the class spelling bees or multiplication table contests. When the Iowa Test of Basic Skills was administered in the fifth through eighth grades, Holly and I had the two highest scores in our school each and every year. We took turns in first and second place, with her at the top in fifth and seventh grades, and me taking the crown in sixth and eighth grades. 

Each time she beat me at anything, she'd raise an eyebrow and say with a superior smirk, "Catch me if you can!" It used to grate on my nerves to no end.

We competed fiercely, but down deep I carried a torch for her. When I had my first erection, it was while watching Holly in her two-piece bathing suit at the swimming pool. When I had my first wet dream, her image was lurking in my sleepy haze as I awoke to sticky sheets. When I thought about who would wind up on top, it was no longer in regard to results from the latest test or assignment.

But I kept my feelings to myself. I could not afford to lose my competitive edge by showing a weakness toward my primary competitor.

By high school, Holly was becoming the subject of other boys' wet dreams as well. She had grown a nice pair of boobs. Her boyish rear end became a shapely derriere. Her rather thick glasses were replaced with contact lenses, showing off her sparklingly intelligent blue eyes. She began to wear makeup and make an effort to do something more stylish with her thick raven-colored hair. And her braces were removed to reveal a killer smile.

She was beautiful, she was funny, and she was smart -- all any guy could ever want. The key was getting her to want in return. Or so I thought.

The truth was that Holly was an ice princess. To my knowledge, no guys broke through her cool façade -- or her hymen -- during all of high school. 

We crossed paths (and swords) frequently. We competed against each other in the same honors classes, matched wits at science fairs and math contests, wrote competing columns for the high school newspaper and vied for the same prizes in the school literary magazine. And each time that she emerged victorious, that eyebrow would go up, those lips would curl into a smirk, and those words would rain scorn down upon me: "Catch me if you can!"

My only intellectual endeavor without her was the chess club. I guess there were limits to her fraternization with the geeks.

We remained academic adversaries to the bitter end, at which time we shared a podium as co-valedictorians of our high school graduating class. And, true to form, at the end of her speech she turned to me in front of the entire auditorium full of people and said, "Catch me if you can, Derek!" 

It was all I could do to regain my composure and present a coherent co-valedictory address to the assembled crowd.

* * * * *

The next fall, I was off to Boston College on a National Merit Scholarship. Holly went to Harvard. For the two years that followed, I heard nothing more of her or from her, despite the fact that we were off at school in the same city.

In September of my junior year, I was in a sports bar watching the Red Sox on TV on a Friday night. They were in the middle of a heated pennant race. I had become a rabid fan, a member of Red Sox Nation.

"Howdy, stranger!" rang out a female voice across the bar. I looked down from the flat screen TV and saw a nice pair of not-so-flat boobs. There was plenty of cleavage showing from under a clingy floral print cotton top. 

I'd recognize those boobs anywhere. 

I re-directed my attention to the boob-owner's lovely heart-shaped face, her raven-colored hair framing a pair of intelligent, sparkling blue eyes. Sure enough, it was Holly Grandal. She flashed me a killer smile.

"Derek! Iss -- iss been too l-long!" she cooed, blowing me air kisses as if we were long-lost lovers. Her words carried the slur of an alcoholic stupor.

I looked her over as she weaved toward me. Her legs were lean and sexy, well-displayed beneath a short black wraparound linen skirt as she walked.

"Um... Holly. Yeah, it's been a while," I replied as she approached my table. 

I was uncomfortable. We had grown up together, but we were now virtually strangers. Our common bond had been our competition, but after more than two years apart, there was little to talk about. 

My torch for her had never burned out or even flickered, but I couldn't afford to let down my guard. The new semester was just under way. I needed to keep my focus on academics. And she was an ice princess. But, damn, did she look good.

"Here to watch the game?" I managed to ask.

What a weak attempt at small talk, I thought to myself. I may as well just drop my knuckles to the floor like a Neanderthal and ogle her breasts again. It would show just as much intellectual acumen as my feeble question.

"Nah, I'm here to fuckin' get DRUNK!" she chortled, "and after that, maybe to fuckin' get LAID!" 

A tinge of pink began to color her cheeks as she stood over me. I couldn't help but notice her lovely pair of C-cups protruding toward my face. I tried to avert my eyes.

Moreover, I couldn't believe my ears. Holly Grandal, prim and proper little miss ice maiden, talking through expletives about going to a bar to get drunk and get laid. I shook my head roughly in disbelief.

"Well, why don't you have a seat and watch the game with me? The Sox are playing the Yankees in New York. We can talk over old times..."

"Screw the fuckin' Yankees!" she exclaimed. "And how about les -- les f'get ol' times and talk 'bout the fuckin' press -- pres -- present?" She swayed slightly as she spoke. 

It was clear from her speech and her demeanor that she had already been bar-hopping that evening. What wasn't clear was why she would be out by herself in that condition. A vulnerable woman in the big city was an easy target for muggers, rapists or worse. 

"Sure, Holly," I answered, rising to pull a chair out for her. "Let me buy you a drink. What're you havin'? Coffee?"

"Nah, gimme the fuckin' GOOD stuff," she muttered, then erupted in a fit of giggles. For the first time in my recollection, I felt sorry for Holly Grandal.

The next time the waitress stopped by, I ordered us each a stiff drink. In a way, I was miffed that my drunken colleague was keeping me away from the ball game. But as the evening wore on, and I watched her across the table, I found myself getting hornier and hornier for my childhood flame, despite her liquefied condition.

Fueled by a little too much liquid courage myself, I boldly asked her why she was out looking to get laid. 

"Aww, Derek -- you're so fuckin' sweet to ask," she giggled. "You wanna fuckin' do me the honors?"

I'm sure I turned beet red. Not knowing whether to laugh it off or pursue it with vigor, I held the middle ground. "Is that what you want?" I queried casually.

"Lemme -- lemme fuckin' tell you a fuckin' seek -- a fuckin' secret, Derek baby," she purred.

I didn't recall Holly ever swearing in high school, let alone dropping the f-bomb every second word. Something was different about Holly. I guess the alcoholic stupor was the first indication that something was amiss.

"Sure, Holly -- we're old friends. You can tell me anything. Your secret's safe with me."

Holly paused. A tear slowly dribbled out of one eye. Her chin began to quiver and her lips seemed to struggle to form the right words.

"I -- I can -- can fuckin' trust you, Derek?"

Despite our fierce rivalry in earlier years, I had never done anything to violate her trust. There had been no cheating to beat her, no stepping on her to accomplish my goals -- just pure, simple, unadulterated, honest competition.

"Have I ever crossed you, Holly?" I asked sincerely.

She contemplated for a moment, her eyes still somewhat glazed. "Naw, you were always a fuckin' goody two-shoes. Just like me..." Her voice faded off, as did her gaze. I wasn't sure whether it was the alcohol or a distant memory.

"So -- are you gonna tell me your secret?" I asked.

She still hesitated a moment longer. Then, sucking up her fortitude, she looked me in the eye. "I'm fuckin' lookin' to get laid 'cuz I've never fuckin' BEEN laid," she confessed.

You could have knocked me over with a feather. After all that braggadocio, she was a goddamn virgin! I'm sure my jaw dropped and my eyes bugged. 

She saw my response and laughed quietly. For a moment, I didn't know whether to take her confession seriously. But then I decided she had no reason to joke about something like that. And she had indeed been an ice princess in high school.

"But, Holly -- why in the HELL would you come to a SPORTS BAR looking to get laid for your FIRST TIME?"

She squinted at me and raised a superior eyebrow. "Why the hell NOT?" she asked. "Isn't a fuckin' sp -- a fuckin' sports bar a place where fuckin' MEN like to -- to fuckin' hang out?"

I shook my head, trying to convey an air of disgust. "Christ, Holly -- you'd fuck a total STRANGER for your first time to get laid? Shouldn't it be with someone SPECIAL?"

She laughed again, this time an outright cackle. She laughed so hard that she nearly barfed. When she finally got it under control, she laid her forehead on the table to regain her composure.

When she finally looked up at me, she had another tear streaming down her cheek. "You were always such a fuckin' know-it-all, Derek. Some things never fuckin' change."

I nearly walked out right then and there. But there was something genuine about her tears. I wanted to know more.

I counted to ten before responding. "Okay, Holly. I'm sorry to judge so quickly -- I DON'T fuckin' know it all. Pretend like I'm a totally blank slate. Draw me a picture."

"Shit," she replied caustically, still muddled by her inebriation.

I waited again, intent on not letting her get me riled. At least she had added a different expletive to her vocabulary. And she really did seem like she needed someone to talk to, someone to look after her.

"Look, Holly," I offered, "you're talking about losing your virginity to a total stranger. That's not the girl I knew in school. There's got to be a reason." I laid my hand on hers, entwining her fingers in mine.

She lowered her lashes, then looked up at me with a teardrop-moistened smile. "You fuckin' really do CARE," she replied softly. A light seemed to flicker in her eyes, beginning to dispel her alcoholic haze.

I gave her a sheepish grin and shrugged my shoulders. "I just don't want to see an old friend make a mistake she may regret for the rest of her life. But I haven't walked a mile in your shoes..."

"Here's the deal, Derek -- and you have to SWEAR you'll never tell ANYBODY. Okay?"

"Okay -- sure, Holly."

She looked into my eyes, and I could see her sobriety visibly returning. She released my hand. "Okay, Derek -- it's like this. I was raised by a couple of very intelligent but very fuckin' screwed-up parents."

"Nothing unusual about that last part," I laughed.

She didn't laugh in return. "Do you want to hear what I have to say, or not?" she chided. 

I realized this was no time for feeble humor. "Sorry, Holly -- go ahead."

"It's okay, Derek. I don't mean to be rude. I just really need to get this off my chest."

I resisted - with great difficulty - the immediate urge to look down at the part of her anatomy she had just named.

"I'm listening," I replied.

"My mom and dad always wanted the best for me. They pushed me in academics, in sports, in the fine arts. But they were -- and still are -- overbearing Catholics of the worst kind. Ever since I was entering puberty, they drilled into me the importance of saving my virginity until marriage."

I desperately wanted to drill something a little less spiritual into her. I'd been suffering from a massive erection for about an hour. If something needs to sink into you, let it be my cock, I telepathed silently. My close proximity to and frank discussion with this incredibly hot and intelligent woman -- whom I'd lusted over for half my life -- was getting the best of me.

"So why didn't you just ignore your parents?" I prompted.

"That's the crazy part, Derek. They didn't just teach it to me. They scared the hell out of me with it," she explained.

"How?"

"They didn't just talk about unwanted pregnancy, AIDS, venereal diseases and all that shit. Those are real enough, but you can protect against them."

"Then what?"

"They taught me about something I can't protect against. About the danger to my mortal soul -- that I can go to hell for deliberately consenting to sex outside of marriage."

"And you believe that?"

"I -- I don't know, Derek. I truly believed it when I was younger. I started to question it toward the end of high school. I sure as hell -- no pun intended -- don't WANT it to be true, but even the possibility it's true scares me shitless."

"I'm no theologian," I said, "but I can't picture God as being ready to throw you into a fiery pit for something like that. After all, who gave you hormones?"

"If you're going where I think you are with this, Derek, there's a logical flaw..."

"Just hear me out, Holly. If God made us, and we have hormones, don't you suppose God expects us to act on the impulses those hormones give us?"

"Well, I'd like to think so -- but that doesn't account for the logical flaw. We're supposed to be able to rise above our instincts. It's not like we have no say in the matter. The issue is not the act -- it's the consent."

"I see..." I replied, though I really didn't see. That's why I was shocked almost out of my shoes at what she said next.

"Of course, if I was RAPED, then there'd be no consent, and I'd get the experience without the danger to my mortal soul."

"Holly -- I'm shocked! Why in hell would you think in such positive terms about rape?"

"Why in hell, indeed? Because I'm scared shitless about GOING to hell, but I've been THROUGH hell for years, with feelings that I can't bring myself to act upon."

"But Holly -- women who get raped go through their own private hell. It's a TERRIBLE thing. They're scarred for life."

"That's why I'd want it to be someone who cared about me. Someone I trust..."

She simply wasn't making sense to me. "You're talking in oxymorons, Holly. Raped? By someone who CARES about you? How can a RAPIST be someone who CARES about you?"

"I'm talking about someone who wants to release me from my torment by taking away my consent - not a REAL rapist..." She reached across the table and squeezed my hand.

The light bulb in my alcohol-impaired brain was slowly beginning to flicker on. "Are you saying what I think you're saying, Holly?"

"That I'm wondering if you have the balls -- and other equipment -- to help me out? Or are you still too much of a fuckin' goody two-shoes?"

I pondered my dilemma for only a moment. Then I made up my mind and grinned.

"There's only one pussy at this table," I managed to retort. "Let's get the hell out of here."

Holly smiled and raised a knowing eyebrow in my direction. "Catch me if you can!" she taunted as she stood up and walked toward the door.

I paid the tab and grabbed my Bosox cap. I found her lingering by the front door, then followed her out onto the sidewalk. A nice, warm September breeze blew her cascading black hair across her face.

I hailed a cab on the street just outside the bar. "Take us wherever she tells you to go," I told the driver.

Holly gave him directions to her apartment. It was close to Harvard, not far from the bar. It took only a few minutes to weave our way through traffic, though it seemed like an eternity. 

Upon arrival, I paid the cabbie and sent him on his way with a hefty tip. Her apartment building was a stately old red brick Victorian. 

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" I asked her as we climbed the stairs to her apartment.

"Hell, no!" she exclaimed.

"Um... oh. Okay," I replied meekly.

She sighed and shook her head. "You're such a fuckin' pussy," she answered gruffly, unlocking her apartment door and then opening it. "Don't you fuckin' understand the importance of non-consent in this whole fuckin' thing?" 

She flipped the lights on with the switch by the door, and I entered her apartment in front of her.

I decided it was time to play the role that she so desperately needed. I grabbed her by the wrists, pulled her inside, and slammed the door shut.

"Okay, Holly -- time to stop playing the fuckin' cock-tease! I'm going to make you my little slut! You're going to be begging me for more before the night is through!"

Her eyes widened, a look of genuine horror replacing the friendly sparkle that had shone in them a short while before at the bar. "D -- D -- Derek... I'm not sure I like you this way," she stuttered.

"I'm not sure I like being played for a fool, Holly. You deliberately got me all excited about taking your cherry, and now you're acting like you don't want to give it to me."

"But I DON'T want to give it to you, Derek. If you're going to have it, you're going to have to TAKE it."

"Careful what you ask for, little lady," I answered, releasing her wrists and grabbing her floral print cotton top right at her cleavage. I ripped it open, pulled it off of her and threw it on the couch. 

She flinched and let out a cry. As she backed away from me, her lacy white C-cup bra teased me visually with its wispy frills. I soaked in the sight for a moment, then sprang into action.

I reached toward her and grasped the front clasp. I moved within inches of her and then held her legs immobile between my knees, to keep her from backing away further.

"Please -- DON'T, Derek! Please STOP!"

"No way, Jose!" I said, unhooking the clasp and tossing her bra to the floor. The creamy flesh of her ample breasts was hot to the touch. And touch them I did.

Tears began to stream down her face. "No, Derek, DON'T," she sniffled, pushing weakly at my shoulders with her dainty hands.

"Holly, I'm going to suck your tits, and there's nothing you can do to stop me," I declared.

"Nothing?"

"Not a thing," I replied with a smile. I leaned toward one beautiful breast and stuck my tongue toward her areole. I looked up before making contact, wanting to see Holly's reaction. 

Her eyes were no longer alcohol-hazed, but displayed a haze of another kind. I interpreted it as a sexual haze. Her tongue slipped absent-mindedly between her lips, silently urging me to lick her nipple. Or was she instead expressing anxiety?

I took the globe of her breast in both hands, kneading her flesh while I took her erect nipple in my mouth. I laved her areole with my tongue, gently caressing her engorged flesh with my lips. 

I looked up again and saw that her eyes were closed in silent bliss. Or was it fear?

I moved to the other tit and performed the same service. I reached my hand beneath her skirt. I slowly moved my hand upward underneath her skirt. 

She slapped at my hand. "Derek, no. You CAN'T DO THAT!"

My hand continued its upward trajectory. "I CAN and I WILL, Holly," I boasted. I reached the crotch of her panties and began to prod the fabric with my fingers. I could feel her dampness through the cotton.

"PLEASE DON'T, Derek," she begged, "I don't want you to touch me there!"

"It doesn't matter what you WANT, Holly -- what matters is what you're going to GET!" 

I crooked my index finger around the edge of the crotch of her panties and felt the moist warmth of her pussy. My finger probed and quickly penetrated her vaginal lips.




Catching My Dream Girl



"NO, Derek, you CAN'T put your finger in there!" she shouted. She slapped at my arm.

I gently pulled my finger out of her cunt, then more roughly grasped and ripped her panties along the seam. I tossed them to the floor. 

"I'll do MORE than TOUCH you there!" I threatened. 

She momentarily froze, her hands at her sides. I took the opportunity to pull her skirt down over her slim hips, all the way to the floor. She began writhing away, so I grabbed her naked buttocks and pulled her toward me. 

I lifted her up off the floor and gazed at her body. She was stark naked other than her shoes. She stopped struggling momentarily, watching me watch her.

Her pubic mound was as naked as the day she was born. It was clean-shaven, though I had expected it to be forested with hair as black as the raven-hued locks on her head. 

She could surely see the lust in my eyes as I raised her higher off the ground. This was my dream girl, the one I'd wanted since I'd been old enough to want. Could she see the emotions that ran deeper than lust?

I carried her to her bedroom, turning on a bedside lamp after I laid her on the bed. She attempted to break free, but I held her legs apart and leaned on them. 

"I'm going to lick your pussy," I announced.

Her eyes once again seemed to betray a mixture of surprise and excitement. Or was it mental shock?

"But Derek, you CAN'T. When a girl says NO, it means NO!"

I momentarily wondered whether I should indeed stop. She was right in what she said -- I just wasn't sure it was what she meant. In her warped world of mortal sins, she HAD to object in order for her non-consent to be legitimized.

But if she truly DID mean "no" -- I could be up shit creek and facing a jail term if I carried through on the rape.

I decided to trust my instincts, and trust what Holly had said to me earlier. Surely the judge would understand my confusion from the mixed messages. Or not.

I moved my head between her knees and then gently kissed her inner thighs, first one leg and then the other. I worked my way up toward the juncture of her legs. She wriggled and seemed to make a show of trying to break free.

I was near enough to my target to smell her musky vaginal scent. She put her hands on my head as if to push me away. I grabbed her wrists and said, "Be still -- you're going to LIKE this!"

"No, NO," she cried, "I won't like it at ALL! It's on YOUR head if you do this to me!"

I chose to ignore her protests. It was the neurosis speaking, I told myself.

I kissed all the way to her hairless cunt, then stuck out my tongue and licked languorously along her slit. 

I had already felt that she was wet when I had plunged my finger in her twat before ripping her panties off. Now I was aiming for creating sensation, not moistness -- foreplay to rape, so to speak.

As my tongue became more voracious, Holly's body began to shudder. I chose to think it was from an approaching orgasm -- or was she crying? 

I plunged my tongue deep into her vagina, tongue-fucking her for a few minutes. I then penetrated her love tunnel with three fingers. I began sucking her clit, hoping to finish off her orgasm as I plunged my fingers deeper. But I never felt the tell-tale clenching of her release.

I decided it was time for the main event. "I'm going to let go of your legs and stand up now," I said, "but don't try to get away, or I'll have to hurt you!"

I couldn't believe those words came from my mouth. There was no way in hell I'd ever deliberately hurt Holly Grandal. But she needed to be coerced in order to keep her conscience clean. 

I kept telling myself that I was playing a necessary role. Tell that to the judge, my inner voice berated me.

She watched me suspiciously, her legs still splayed apart. I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my socks. I unbuttoned my jeans, pulled down the fly and yanked them down. 

Her eyes grew wider as I stood before her in my jockey shorts and Red Sox jersey. My raging hard-on threatened to burst through my jockey shorts.

In a moment, my jersey was on the floor and my fingers were on the waistband of my underwear. 

"You're not going to take those OFF, are you?" she asked with a wail.

"Of course, little lady -- I'm going to make your pussy mine!" I asserted with a swagger.

"NO -- NO! You CAN'T DO THIS TO ME, Derek!" she screeched.

"Just watch me, baby," I retorted. With that, I pulled my jockey shorts off and threw them aside.

My rigid boner was pointing toward the ceiling. I thought I heard a gasp from Holly's direction.

As I knelt back on the bed, she clamped her knees together. 

"You don't want me to have to pry those apart," I said mockingly, "I have a package to deliver to you, so open up the mailbox!"

I gently prodded her legs apart, and she gave in with a whimper. Her hairless cleft was so inviting, I couldn't wait to get my cock inside of it. My dream girl was about to be mine. 

I hope it's worth the prison time, my inner voice taunted me.

With my knees between hers, I began to massage Holly's breasts with my palms. She wiggled from side to side as if to escape my touch, but it just made her tits jiggle and got me more excited.

"I have to have you," I said calmly, "I've wanted this for so long."

Holly stopped struggling and looked up at my face. A tear leaked from her eye and she began to tremble. "Don't send me to hell," she whispered obliquely.

I took her wrist in my hand and guided it toward my cock. I wrapped her fingers around my erect penis. 

I could feel her hand shaking as she held my prick. It was almost more erotic than having her stroke it.

"Okay, baby, I'm going to get lined up with you, and I want you to guide me in," I directed.

"You're going to have to be the one to do it," she replied quietly.

I nodded my assent. She may -- or may not -- want me to do this, but given her neurotic fears, she couldn't admit as much by helping me to enter her.

I took the lead and removed her hand from my cock, but kept her hand in mine. I used my other hand to guide my cock to her pussy. Once there was contact, I rubbed my dick up and down her moist slit to lubricate my manhood.

"Holly, you've always been my dream girl. Now I'm going to make you my woman," I told her honestly.

I pushed gently against her folds with my stiff and slick penis. I thought I felt her raise her hips toward mine, but the movement was so slight that it might have been an involuntary twitch.

"Holly, if you're really a virgin, this might hurt -- but only for a minute. Don't try to stop me. I've gone too far to pull back now." 

I gulped with a strange mixture of trepidation and anticipation.

I pushed forward with my hips, feeling her slick labia spread apart to accept my aching, throbbing cock. I pushed part-way in and hit a barrier. She was a virgin indeed!

I grasped her ass cheeks and pulled her toward me. She stiffened and inhaled a sharp, wincing intake of breath. I held still for a moment.

Suddenly, my cock slid deeper inside her. I had taken her cherry! I began thrusting vigorously.

"Now you're mine, Holly, and I'm gonna spray my seed inside you. I don't fuckin' care if you get pregnant." I put my arms around her shoulders and squeezed her toward me.

"Oh, my GOD, Derek -- what are you SAYING?"

In a way, it seemed like I had indeed lost my mind. I hadn't dreamed in a million years that I'd be fucking Holly Grandal tonight, so I didn't have a single condom in my possession. 

And of course, Holly wouldn't keep them in her apartment. Not only was she a virgin and a conservative Catholic, but keeping a supply of condoms would be tantamount to admitting consent.

"You heard me, Holly -- I'm glad we don't have any condoms. I don't care if you get pregnant," I said, continuing to thrust as I held her close. I watched her face and felt her tits jiggling against my chest.

"You want to fuckin' wreck my life, don't you, you fuckin' rapist!" she sneered.

Her words felt like a verbal kick in the groin. Was I REALLY RAPING her?

I decided to come completely clean with her, unleashing my hidden emotions of the greater part of my life. 

"But Holly, I want to have babies with you - not to wreck your life, but as part of joining our lives," I admitted. "They'll be the smartest kids on the planet. Holly, don't you see? I LOVE you. I always HAVE." 

I thrust deeper, kissing her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, and -- finally -- her lips.

She seemed to be frozen in stunned silence. Finally, as I slowed my thrusting, she spoke.

"You -- LOVE me?" she rasped.

"And I'm going to spurt my cum inside you to make you mine! I've never loved anyone else!" I had lost all inhibition.

"Holy SHIT!" she exclaimed. "You BASTARD!"

Despite her words, I couldn't hold back. I increased the tempo of my thrusts as I continued to kiss and fondle her body. 

She went completely rigid just as my throbbing cock and balls could contain their enthusiasm no longer. 

"Holly, I'm going to cum! Cum with me! Oh, HOLLY!!!" I cried out. My orgasm erupted violently and my sperm spewed forth in search of Holly's egg.

Tears flowed once again from Holly's eyes. She was shaking spasmodically, and I couldn't tell whether from anger or joy, from fear or sexual release.

As my climax subsided, my brain began to overload. I desperately wanted to clear the air with her, but my alcoholic overindulgence at the bar, the strain of the role-playing, and the endorphin release of my orgasm conspired to overwhelm my fuzzy synapses. I rolled off Holly and onto the bed beside her, draping my arm across her chest. Without realizing it, I drifted off to sleep...

* * * * *

I awoke to bright sunlight filtering through the window. I had a splitting headache. I was hung over and needed some coffee. Where was I? Had I just been dreaming about Holly Grandal again?

My brain slowly began to piece together the events of the night before. Had I really met up with Holly Grandal at a sports bar? Was this her apartment? Holly was not in the room.

Oh, my GOD! Had I RAPED her?

I pulled back the sheets in horror. Sure enough, there was a mixture of blood and semen on the sheets. I had taken her cherry. It was no dream.

"Holly?" I called out, "Are you HERE, Holly?" 

No answer.

I crawled out of bed, completely naked. I grabbed my clothes up off the floor and quickly dressed. After taking a piss in her toilet, being careful to raise the seat, I left Holly's apartment.

Outside, I hailed a cab and gave him the address to my apartment. The cabbie gave me an odd stare. I stared back at him, taking in his turban and Middle Eastern appearance. 

It took me a moment to realize the source of his consternation: I was disheveled and smelled of raw sex. "Let's go," I said, ending the staredown. I guess he decided his fare was more important than his disdain. We headed toward my apartment.

He dropped me off in front of my building. It was Saturday, so at least I didn't have to worry about being late for class amidst all my other troubles. I went upstairs to get a shower.

The door to the bathroom was locked. I banged on the door, and my roommate Ted called out. "Just a minute, bro," he shouted.

I heard the sound of a flush, and then water running in the sink. When he opened the door, the stench of shit stopped me in my tracks. 

"You might want to wait a minute to go in there, dude," Ted said, "Had to take a major dump. I left the fan on for you."

"Sure, Ted," I said, backing away from the door.

He was wrapped in a large gray bath towel, his hair still sopping wet. I couldn't tell whether the towel was supposed to be gray or just really needed to be washed.

"You okay, dude?" he asked as he passed by me.

"Sure," I replied.

He stopped and sniffed. "You get laid?" he queried, looking me over.

I was struck with the thought that he could just as well have been a disapproving cabbie, were it not for the smile on his face. 

"Well, sort of -- yeah," I answered.

"Who was it?"

"Oh, a girl I used to know in school," I said nonchalantly, trying to evade further discussion. 

I wanted to have my shower before the police arrived. Surely the aroma of crap had dissipated from the bathroom by now. And, if not, I knew where to find a can of Lysol under the sink.

"Really?" he asked. "Was it that girl that called yesterday afternoon?"

His words stopped me in my tracks. "What girl?" I asked.

"Well, a girl called saying she went to school with you. Said she wanted to talk to you. Said she was having a problem and you were the only person she trusted to help her out." Ted hesitated as he saw the expression on my face.

"Go on," I said.

"It sounded important, so I told her where you'd be watching the game," he continued.

I let out a gasp. 

"Well, you're the one who's too cheap to buy a cell phone. You sure you're okay?" Ted asked.

Ted's revelation had stunned me. So it wasn't happenstance that Holly had run into me at the sports bar. She had sought me out! She knew all along that I WAS THE ONE she wanted to help her through her sick dilemma. I WAS THE ONE SHE WANTED TO TAKE HER CHERRY!

That was the good news. But was there bad news? Had she truly changed her mind and tried to back out? Had I actually raped her? In a court of law, I would be guilty as charged. But in the court of Holly's mind and heart, where did I stand?

"Dude, you need to sit down," Ted encouraged, "you look like you're about to pass out."

I took his advice and allowed him to guide me to the couch. I sat as Ted went to the kitchen to pour me a cup of coffee. "Here, take this," he said, handing me my java.

Ted went to his room to dress while I drank from the cup. The coffee helped with the hangover but not with the nagging fear. 

I finished up and headed toward the bathroom. Ted passed me in the hall. "I'll be back tonight," he said as he headed to the front door.

As I showered, I thought about a myriad of possible interpretations and outcomes from the night before. I lingered in the stream of hot water, wishing I knew the answers, hoping for the best but preparing for the worst.

After drying off, I dressed slowly, still thinking. I was just going to the kitchen to find some food when the doorbell rang. I felt a wave of panic. I was sure it was the police.

When I opened the door, Holly stood in front of me, looking directly into my eyes. She looked radiant and beautiful, but her state of mind was unreadable.

"You left this at my place," she said, handing me my Red Sox cap.

"Thanks," I replied, my brain still addled. 

She didn't turn to leave.

Here's where she slams the hammer down, my inner voice warned me. I waited for her to make the next move.

She seemed to be taking a moment to work up her courage. Was the "rapist" accusation about to fly? Finally, she spoke.

"Did you mean what you said last night, Derek?" she asked directly. 

"About what?" I feigned ignorance, hoping the word "rape" would not enter the conversation.

"That you've always loved me..." she responded bluntly.

I gazed directly into her clear blue eyes. "Yes, I meant it," I responded.

"And that you want me to have your babies?"

"Yes, I meant that too."

She shook her head and closed her eyes. "You know what, Derek?"

"No -- what?" I couldn't imagine what she was going to say.

"This hell I was telling you about last night -- wanting to have sex but feeling like I had to save myself for marriage..."

"Yes -- what about it?" I asked.

"I didn't want to have sex with just anybody -- I wanted to have sex with YOU."

I felt a little bit lighter in my chest. "Well, my roommate told me you called looking for me..."

"Yes, but then I got so nervous that I had to get drunk before I could work up the nerve to see you," she confessed.

I was beginning to see the picture more clearly. "So you came looking for me to have sex with me. But that whole 'fear of hell' and 'need for non-consent' thing -- is that real?"

"Scary real," she replied. "I wasn't just messing with your head."

"So did I actually -- rape you?"

There was a stricken look in her eyes.

I feared the worst. I started to babble. "I mean, I would never want to hurt you or traumatize you, Holly. I was so conflicted, knowing that you said you WANTED me to rape you in order to help you out of your moral dilemma..."

Her shoulders sagged and her head dropped. Then she looked back up at me, a tear once again forming in each eye. 

"Derek, I'm so sorry about that. I'm so messed up. I had to try to convince myself that I wasn't consenting. But Derek -- I wanted it -- wanted YOU -- SO MUCH."

I breathed a sigh of relief. I reached out and gently stroked her cheek. 

"So does that mean I'm not going to jail, but you're going to hell?" I joked. 

I immediately wished I hadn't said it -- I felt like such an idiot, making fun of something that had given her such pain.

I think she could see the remorse in my eyes. She smiled at me and stroked my cheek in return. 

"You took away that fear when you told me you loved me and wanted to have babies with me. Imagine that -- I find out just as you're plowing your cock into my pussy that it's more than just a physical act for you. I could have killed you right then and there!"

"Is that why you called me a bastard?"

"Damned straight. You see, Derek -- I've always loved you, too. I just didn't know you loved me in return. You were always so competitive. I thought you couldn't STAND me. So when you confessed your love last night, I was angry that you'd never shown any interest before, that we wasted all those years."

"But, Holly -- oh, my gosh. I really BLEW it, didn't I?'"

"Only for a season, Derek. What's meant to be is meant to be..."

"And what's meant to be for US, Holly?"

"You love me -- I love you. You want to have babies together -- I want to have babies together. So, in a spiritual sense, we're sort of -- married."

"Your 'get out of hell free' card?" I quipped.

"Something like that. The point is, I was struggling with saving myself for marriage because I've always been so attracted to you. But I was convinced you didn't love me and so would never marry me, so I couldn't give myself to you. It's a classic catch-22 situation. But now, everything has changed."

I smiled at Holly. My dream girl was real. I wasn't a rapist -- I was a lover, a spiritual husband. Everything had changed, indeed. 

"Holly, why didn't YOU ever try to let me know about your feelings for ME?" I asked.

She laughed light-heartedly. "In high school, why do you think I joined all the same clubs and activities as you did?" she asked.

I stared blankly at her, still mentally processing the import of her confession.

"It was to be near you," she continued, "heck, I'd have even joined the chess club if I didn't suck so bad at chess. I didn't want you to see me as weak."

A lump was forming in my throat. Holly Grandal had always wanted to be near - ME?

"Derek, I'd have even followed you to Boston College if my parents would have let me. I couldn't afford school on my own, even with some pretty good scholarships. I did the best I could to be near you. My parents always wanted the best for me, so they could hardly say no to Harvard."

I reached out for her hand, entwining her fingers in mine. "So why didn't you contact me here in Boston before now?" I asked.

"I wanted to - I desperately did. I found out where you lived. I'd go and stand outside your apartment building, across the street so as not to be noticed, hoping to catch a glimpse of you, wishing I had the courage to talk to you about my problem. But then I felt like such a stalker, and my inner demons were telling me you'd think I was a psycho." Her eyes were brimming with tears.

True enough, her fragile mental state was worrisome to me. But not because I was afraid of her or repulsed by her, rather because I cared about her. I could see that she was a genuinely good person - not just beautiful, funny, and smart - who was tormented by her feelings and beliefs. 




Catching My Dream Girl



I wiped tears from the corners of her eyes with my thumb. 

"It's okay, sweetheart," I said. Man, did it feel good to call her that in real life, not just in my dreams. "I don't think anything of the sort. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"You know, Derek," she smiled through her tears, "it's kind of ironic. I DID tell you how I felt about you, over and over, as we were growing up..."

"How so?" I asked.

"How many times have you heard me say, 'Catch me if you can!'?"

"About a million..." I replied.

"Don't you get it? I was trying to get you to PURSUE me, silly..."

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, "I never did get it. I can't believe how STUPID I am."

"Don't say that about yourself, Derek," she chided, "you're the smartest man I've ever known. And besides -- you CAUGHT me." She winked and smiled at me. 

"I'm just wondering - not that it matters - but why did you leave me alone in your apartment this morning?" I queried.

"I just walked down to the market for a few things. I was going to scrounge us up some breakfast. But when I got back you were gone. I was worried that maybe you were having second thoughts about what you had said - that maybe you didn't really mean it in the cold, sober light of day."

I took her in my arms and held her tight, then locked lips with her for a slow, deliberate kiss. I wanted to remove any lingering doubts from her mind. Her tongue felt SO good against mine. It may have been five minutes before we came up for air.

"So, my sweet girl, what am I going to do with you?" I asked absent-mindedly, not really thinking about what I was saying.

"Is your roommate at home?" she asked.

"Nah, he'll be back tonight. Did you want to thank him for ratting out my location yesterday?"

"That's not exactly what I had in mind," Holly replied with a grin, "I was really just wondering if we were alone. I thought you might want to practice the 'making babies' thing with me..."

THE END

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Catching My Girlfriend



I grew up with my mom in Pennsylvania, she had me when she was eighteen and I've really never known who my father was, it's just something she doesn't like to talk about. I know the name on my birth certificate but that's all.

She's really quite something, pregnant her senior year in high school, got her GED, went to night school and worked two jobs at times as my grandmother and an aunt took care of me. She got her degree to become a paralegal, then into law school and now she's a full-fledged lawyer and even a junior partner in her firm.

I'm eighteen and, sometimes, people mistake my mom and me for brother and sister, that's how young she looks. All my guy friends refer to her as a MILF which, the first time I heard it, pissed me off but now I'm pretty proud that I've got such a good-looking mom.

Here's what she looks like. She's five-two, about one-ten, wavy blond hair to her shoulders which she sometimes wears up or in a ponytail, blue-gray eyes, 34-C cups (I've looked at her bras), nice figure, in a bikini she's pretty hot, nice legs, just overall very attractive. She is a MILF, for sure.

As I said, I'm eighteen, six-one, one sixty-five, also blue-grey eyes, some muscles now but I'm not a jock or anything, and, if you're wondering, it is, after all, that kind of website, my dick is six and a half inches long.

My girlfriend, Carol, measured it last summer, she sucked me really good to get me as hard as she could, then put the ruler and read it off. So, that's how I know.

Carol has been my girlfriend for about a year and she's got long, shiny brown hair, down almost to her waist, she's five-five, 34-24-34, one hundred and ten pounds and has B-cup boobs with small, pink nipples. And she loves for me to suck them, so do I.

She also loves for me to kiss and lick and tongue her pretty, little pussy. She shaves it nice and smooth and she started shaving me about a year ago and she says she likes sucking me now even more. Keep that in mind, guys.

We had dated about a month or so when we were at her house after school and she just started taking her clothes off and told me that she wanted sex with me.

It was now summer, Carol and I would be going to college in the fall and I had a summer job that I worked, getting off at three in the afternoon. Carol had a key to our house and she would usually come over to be there when I got home so we could have a great fuck before my mom got home.

Mom also traveled some so Carol would stay the night when she did. Her mom really didn't seem to care and we sure loved it.

It was a Wednesday, I unlocked the back door to come in, my cock already hard after seeing Carol's car in the driveway. I started up the stairs hearing some moaning from above. She must be getting herself off, I thought, we often watched each other masturbate as a little erotic extra. I knew then that she would be all ready for me so I quickly undressed and went up, my eager cock leading the way.

So, I was all primed to look in my bedroom and see Carol, legs wide, fingers dancing over her clit and pussy lips. I turned the corner and there was Carol up over...it was my mother...both naked, both licking each other.

I stood there for a minute as Carol moaned, "OH, OH, UUNH, UUNH, UH, uh," as she climaxed.

"Mmm, get me off, Carol, mmm, oh, yes, yes," my mom groaned as Carol bore down on her. Then she looked up and saw me.

"Oh, you're home, and look at you, all ready for some fun, huh?"

This, from my mother. Carol looked up, smiled at me and went right back to pleasuring my mother.

"Bring that over here so I can see it. Carol'll be done in a minute, she told me you had said to her that you fantasized that you wanted two girls in bed and we decided to just let you come home while we were together. So here's your fantasy," my mom told me so I walked to the side of the bed and she took my cock in her hand and gently squeezed it.

Now, you've got to understand that I'd never had any sexual play at all with my mom, none whatsoever; so this was new, totally new.

"Come closer," she said as she leaned up a bit and took the tip of my cock into her mouth as my girlfriend continued licking and tonguing her. My head was spinning trying to make sense of all this but I can tell you one thing for sure...my cock was feeling wonderful.

I can also tell you that my mother was stunning. I'd seen her in a bikini, of course, but naked, well, she was just so hot. She's small to begin with and her petite frame was just perfect and her boobs were really nice with medium-sized pinkish-brown nipples that were really poked out. I had no idea if I'd ever sucked those nipples when I was small but I sure had plans now.

Mom's hand was up under my balls gently rubbing as she sucked. She groaned every once in a while as my girlfriend worked between her legs.

Then, she let my cock flop out of her mouth as she began to buck her hips against Carol's tongue.

"OH, OH, OH, AYYE, AYYE, AUUGGH, AUUGGH, UNH, UNH, umm, umm, oh, so good, mmm, oh, Carol, that was so good. Maybe we should make David a happy guy," she said.

"Well, I guess I'd like to know what this is all about. I mean I'm not mad or anything, but, well, this is not quite what I expected when I got home."

"Well, honey, it all started about a month ago. I came home early one afternoon and let myself in, came up to change, then heard Carol in your room. I went down the hall in my bra and panties and there she was, naked, on your bed, getting herself off."

"Yeah, your mom said, 'Do you need any help with that?' and just about scared me to death. But, then I started laughing and she took off her bra and panties and got in bed with me and that began us meeting a couple of times a week for some fun."

"Yes, so it looks like we've both been enjoying that beautiful body of Carol's and we decided to go ahead and bring it out in the open and share her with each of us. Not only that, but if you're interested in a little fun with your mother, I'm up for it, especially after sucking that nice cock of yours."

"I can't believe I've walked in on such a wonderful situation. I think you can see my answer in just how hard my dick is looking at you like this, Mom. How could I ever turn down such an offer from the sexiest woman I've ever known?"

"Looks like I get to watch you and your mom have sex, David, I can't tell you how hot that makes me. Come on, you two, I wanna watch you two get it on," Carol urged.

"Well, Mom, you ready for this?" I asked as I shook my cock up and down. She spread her legs open, presenting me with her nice, plump slit, all shaved clean and ready.

I crawled up between her legs and placed the crown of my cock right where I had come out of eighteen years earlier and pushed. At first, just the head went in but when I pushed the second time, Mom also pressed down and I went fully inside my mother's pussy.

It felt like I was home, like I'd always meant to have my cock deep inside her body. Then as I began moving back and forth, I could see how tight my mom was, how good she was in bed. I knew I was going to be doing this for a long time to come.

As she lifted her legs up, she whispered in my ear, "I've been thinking of this for a while, David, and I hope I can make you happy."

"Oh, Mom, this is amazing. You are so hot, I can't believe we're doing this but I already know I want us to do this a whole lot more."

"I might like it if my son started sleeping with me, you haven't done that since you were an infant. Now we can have lots more fun together," she said with a soft giggle.

"I think I'd just love that, Mom, but I don't think we'd get much sleep. I think I'd want to be doing this all night."

"That would suit your mother just fine, David, I'm greatly enjoying our new way of being together, I must say," she said as she moved her butt around as I went in and out.

"Mmm, oh, it's been a long time since I've had a man inside me like this. Oh, I could really get used to this," she murmured.

"You two are the sexiest thing there is, mother and son, loving each other in the ultimate way, you really look beautiful, I could watch you forever," Carol told us.

"Maybe we should make a video of Mom and me, huh?" I asked my girlfriend.

"I could get my iPhone, want me to do it? God, it would be so hot," she shot back.

My mom beat me with, "Get it, yes, oh, I'll treasure it forever. Imagine me as a little old lady watching how my son used to fuck me, oh, let's get us on video, yes."

Carol went and got her phone out of her backpack and brought it up to her face and began recording our first mother-son coupling being sure to move around and get close ups and good angle shots of my dick moving in and out of my mom.

"Oh, you two, you are so hot and sexy. I never believed a mother and son could look this sexy," she told us as the videoing went on.

We both turned our heads to Carol as she recorded us, smiling at her as we made love for the first time.

Mom lifted her legs high so Carol could get down under and get a closeup of my cock fucking her; I really couldn't wait to see the video but was too much enjoying the real thing to stop.

Then, Mom started twisting her hips around as we went on, I knew then that she was going to receive my first load of cum in just another minute or two, she was really a master at getting a penis to ejaculate.

I just knelt there between her upturned legs as she rotated around and around massaging my long cock with the walls of her slippery tight vagina until I bucked deeper and spurted my seed into where I had been first conceived.

"UUH, UUH, UUH, UH, UH, uh, mmm, oh, Mom, I love you so much," I groaned as she circled on. Then I felt her begin to tremble and shudder.

"Oh, David, I'm cumming, mmm, you've made me cum, OOH, OOH, OOH, UNH, UNH, umm, mmm, oh, Son, I love you so much, come kiss me, David, mmm, don't stop," she cried as her hands pulled my head down as we kissed, our tongues entwined while I kept moving in and out of her as Carol got us on video.

"Oh, this is the hottest video ever, guys, wait till you two watch it."

I lowered down on my mother as we kissed on and on, now as lovers.

"I think it's Carol's turn so I can watch. Maybe I'll learn something, Son," my mom snickered as I pulled out of her and she traded places with my girlfriend who was now our lover, not just mine. What a turn of events this had been.

I led my cock up to her as I had so many times before but this time it was glazed with my own mother's juices which she had already tasted. I pressed in as she pushed down and my cock slid in deeply as I began moving in and out.

"Mmm, feels good, David, like always," she moaned lifting her legs up over my shoulders.

"You two are so beautiful. I've never watched a couple make love before. It's really quite wonderful," my mom told us. "My beautiful, sexy son and his hot, beautiful girlfriend. I love this."

I loved it, too, I thought as my dick slid back and forth as Carol looked up at me smiling as my mother watched us, her hand between her legs slowly rubbing.

I'd seen my mom in bikinis and always thought she looked pretty hot but now, naked, well, she was older than my girlfriend, of course, but, really, she was just as pretty. And now I knew she was just as exciting to have sex with. What a last few hours this has been since I came home and found them in bed with each other.

I fucked her as I wondered just how many guys fucked their girlfriends while their mothers watched. Probably not too many but that's just what my mom was doing. And she was doing it with a pussy full of my cum.

"You two are something else, I hope you know that," I told them both.

"Well, I usually like guys most of all, David, but your mother has been without much action either way for a while and, well, Carol is a beautiful, sexy girl. Why can't I be attracted to all the same things that my own son is attracted to, right?" my mother explained.

"Right, Mom," I agreed as Carol moved her hips up to get me deeper inside.

"So how was it with your mom? You looked pretty hot doing it. You'll see when we watch the video," Carol asked.

"Well, I found out just how hot my own mother is, that's for sure. She knows just how to use that wonderful body of hers, she's terrific."

"So, you think you'll be having sex with your mom now, too?" Carol asked me.

"I'm not jealous of you, I hope you're not jealous of me if I want to fuck my mommy," I kidded my girlfriend. "We can both share her, I guess. I never knew you liked girls but, well, it doesn't bother me, I really enjoyed watching you two."

"And I loved watching you and your mom; just wait until you see that video, you'll both love it."

I knelt there between Carol's legs, my cock deep inside her as she moved her hips around and around making us both feel so good.

"Mmm, that's so good, you're gonna make me cum any time," I groaned.

"Me, too, oh, yeah," she agreed. Then she threw her head back and began thrusting hard against me.

"Oh, UUH, UUH, UUH, MMM, mmm, mmm, oh, I love you, David, so much, mmm."

Her bucking up and down was just enough to start me cumming.

"UUHN, UUHN, UUHN, mmm, mmm, oh, feels so good, mmm," and I lowered down to kiss my girlfriend over and over. "You are always so good, hon, I love you so much," I told her as I kept slowly moving back and forth.

After a few minutes, I pulled out of Carol and lay down next to her as we held each other as we often did after sex. My mom got on my other side and I got hugged and nicely groped by both as we all lay there enjoying our new life as lovers.

"This is so nice with the two women I love so much. I still can't quite believe all this has happened. Especially with you, Mom."

"Well, Son, your old mom still has a few surprises."

Carol and I both agreed with that.

So, that's how I caught my girlfriend in the arms of another lover, my own mom. That evening began my sleeping with my mother and we often had Carol over to spend the night as well. Mom had talked with her mother and told her that she would be sleeping in a bedroom separate from mine and that she would check on things during the night to make sure we followed the rules of the house.

Carol's mom didn't know, I guess, that the rules around my house now included the three of us sleeping in my mom's king-sized bed and having sex just anywhere we wanted.

Catching Carol between my mother's legs showed me a side of my girlfriend and of my mother that I never knew existed. And it showed me how wonderful sex with the two women I love can truly be.