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Lesbian MILF Seductress: Bride

By: silkstockingslover



Summary:

A co-ed seduces a Sorority Mother and a bride-to-be.

Note 1:

Please note this story, like many of my others, could be any many categories. It could be in MATURE because of the MILF and even GILF plots that dominate the story. It could also be in the FETISH category due to the stocking theme that underlines all what the woman wear. It could also be NON-CONSENT/RELUCTANCE since a woman is slowly seduced. It is in the INCEST category because some incest occurs. But please be warned that this is an entirely LESBIAN story. 

Note 2:

This story was inspired by a suggestion by Partisan.

Note 3:

Another special thanks goes to Steve B and Julia for editing and plot suggestions.

Note 4: 

Another thanks goes to Estragon for his exhaustive copy editing services.

LESBIAN MILF SEDUCTRESS: BRIDE

My name is Bree. I am a Lesbian MILF seductress. I know that sounds cocky and arrogant, but it's true. One of my MILF subs wrote about her submission to me already (Lesbian MILF Seductress: Neighbor), so you may already know a bit about me. That story happened a few years ago, but this story just came to a climax last weekend. Now usually I decide to seduce a woman for any number of reasons: I think they are hot, they think they are better than me, or they have a position of power over me and I want that power shifted. But this time, it began over a dare of sorts. So if you are curious, keep reading and find out how I seduced a woman and made her submit to me in her wedding dress, on her wedding day...just one hour before she was to be married.

This story will be told from five different points of view:

Bree: 22 year old college student, just ending her third year

Maggie: 41 year old Sorority Mother and recent slut of mine and mother of Abby

Abby: Bree's roommate and Maggie's 19 year old daughter

Susanne: Maggie's 34 year old sister and mother of ten year old twins

Edith: Maggie and Susanne's 61 year old mother

1.OOPS: A DARE MADE; A DARE ACCEPTED

Bree lay on the king-sized bed of Ms. Maggie Parker, Sorority Mother of the Pi Alpha Pi sorority, as the same Sorority Mother lapped at the young college co-ed's shaved cunt. The very dignified, very proper, very disciplined Sorority Mother was still completely dressed in her conservative skirt, prim and proper blouse and taupe stockings. Her three inch pumps were still on her perfectly manicured feet and her hair, as always, was up in a bun, which while buried between the co-ed's legs was quite convenient. The Sorority Mother, at forty-one, was still very pretty, and as slim as she was at eighteen years of age. To Ms. Parker, there was nothing more important than perception. She always looked perfect; no one in the house would even begin to imagine that their Sorority Mother was a submissive lesbian slut to a twenty-two year old co-ed Mistress. Yet, there she was, on her knees, fully dressed, eating her Mistress's pussy.

Bree let out a long moan and came all over Ms. Parker's perfectly put together face. Bree said, "Keep licking Mommy, be a good slut."

Ms. Parker couldn't explain why being called Mommy turned her on so much, but every time the young Mistress said it, she got a tingle down below. As instructed, she kept licking, like she always did, knowing that Bree would not allow her to get up until she had multiple orgasms. As the first orgasm finished, Ms. Parker slid a finger into the young girl's very wet cunt and started to finger fuck her as she sucked and nibbled on her clit. 

As usual, Bree`s breathing started getting heavier and also as usual she grabbed the MILF`s pretty face and shoved it deep into her oasis of juice. Ms. Parker lapped at Bree's cunt as best as she could and used the forced pressure on the young girl`s clit and hooked her finger inside, desperately searching for her Mistress`s g-spot. As soon as she found it, the pretty blonde co-ed squeezed her legs tight around the pretty MILF sorority Mother and had a mind-blowing second orgasm. An abundance of juice flooded out of the young powerful Mistress, coating her Sorority Mother`s face. 

Bree opened her legs, allowing her slave to catch her breath. Bree smiled victoriously as she looked at the MILF, who just two months ago had fought so hard to not submit to her, now had a face full of cunt juice dripping down her chin and making a mess of her perfect face. 

As Bree stood up to get dressed, having to get to class in twenty minutes, she said, "So slut, you are actually getting pretty good at pleasing me."

The humiliated Sorority Mother said, absurdly, "Thanks, Mistress."

As Bree pulled up her skirt she said, "And for someone who was so determined and uppity that you would not submit to me, you sure seem pretty eager to taste me. Admit it, slut, I have a power you couldn't resist."

Maggie sighed and stuttered before she frustratingly stated, "I-I-fine, you got me. I am weak. But that doesn't mean you have a power."

That is what Bree loved the most; the stubbornness of a slut who hadn't completely come to terms with the fact that she was a sub slut. Bree, now fully, dressed purred, "Are you questioning me?"

The Sorority Mother, although knowing she was too weak to fight the seductive beauty of Bree, wanted to see her fail. "I suppose I am. I know someone you could not seduce."

"Really," Bree said, drawing the word out long and curious, walking over to the MILF, still on her knees at the edge of the bed, "Do tell, Mommy-dyke."

Maggie blushed at being called 'Mommy-dyke', before declaring, "There is no way you could get my sister, Susanne."

"You have a sister," Bree purred and added, "and you want me to seduce her, obviously."

"No, no, no," Maggie disagreed, "I am just saying she is a pure, innocent, woman who would never submit to such carnal desires."

"Never say never," Bree teased, "Didn't you say a similar thing only a couple months ago?"

"Well, yes," Maggie stammered, "but Susanne is way stronger than me, in love with a man she is marrying in a couple of months and a great mother to her twin girls."

Bree, attempting to understand the whole picture, asked, "She is about to get married, yet has twin daughters?"

Maggie's facial expression shifted from confrontational to sadness as she explained, "Her first husband cheated on her while she was pregnant with the twins and Susanne divorced his ass and has been raising the twins by herself for almost ten years."

"I see," Bree said. She grabbed a brush from the night stand and ordered Maggie to get undressed.

Maggie argued, "But I have a meeting with the Dean in twenty minutes."

"Then you better be quick, slut," Bree instructed, not concerned about her whore's schedule.

Maggie, knowing by now she would not win this confrontation, hastily unzipped her skirt, flipped off her shoes, and took off her underwear, revealing her newly shaved cunt, another change at the request of her young Mistress. As usual, she kept on her thigh high stockings, Bree's fetish.

"You can keep your blouse on, my slut," Bree said, and added, "Get on the bed and spread your legs."

Maggie obeyed, looking at the brush and assuming what Bree had in mind for her. Bree joined her on the bed, and said, "Mommy, your cunt is pretty wet. Why? Are you wet because you want me to seduce your sister?"

"No," Maggie pleaded, although deep down she wondered if seeing her perfect sister show even a hint of weakness would be fun. 

"I think it is," Bree said as she moved the long end of the brush to the MILF's wet cunt. "Do you want me to seduce your sister?"

The brush began to slide into the Sorority Mother's cunt and as soon as it did, coming was all that mattered. For Maggie, being a Sorority Mother and always being a picture perfect symbol of discipline and propriety had kept her from sexual pleasure for the past few years. Now that Bree had rekindled the fire that had been dormant for so long, Maggie had become constantly horny; unable to completely quell the fiery desires that filled her. She moaned as the foreign object slid between her pussy lips. 

Bree began pumping the brush in and out of her latest conquest as she began planning her next conquest. "Slut, it will be your job to introduce me to your sister and do exactly as I tell you."

"Noooo," the MILF slut moaned, "Not that."

Bree pulled the brush out of her new slave and waited. As expected, the MILF begged, "Please put it back in, please keep fucking me."

Bree rubbed the brush on the Sorority Mother's clit and said, "Well then, are you going to help me seduce your sister?"

Maggie sighed, desperate to cum and no longer thinking straight. "Fine. I am meeting her this weekend to help her pick a wedding dress; you could bump into me there."

Bree smiled, knowing she had won yet again, and thrust the brush into her slut. "Deep down, you want me to seduce your sister. To have her submit to me, just like you did. Don't you?"

Maggie moaned, the fucking sensation filling her with pleasure. But her tone shifted to frustration, frustration of wanting to come and frustration from always being compared to Miss Perfect, "Yes, damn it, I do. She has always been the good girl, the one who could do no wrong. I would love to see her fall from grace."

Bree spanked the former ice queen on the clit, "Come for me Mommy."

Maggie began to quake as an orgasm began to shudder through her like a quake off the coast of California. She kept her mouth shut, desperately trying not to scream and let the whole sorority know of her slut submission. Bree pulled the brush out of the older woman's gaping cunt and presented it for her slave's lips. Maggie obediently opened her mouth and sucked her juices humiliatingly from the creative fuck-toy. 

Bree let go of the brush, and said, "So do you still want me to seduce your sister?"

Maggie sighed and said, "No, I was just talking nonsense."

Bree smiled and predicted, "Oh you just wait, Mommy. I will have her submit to me on her wedding day, in her wedding dress." Before Maggie could respond, Bree winked and added, "See you later, Mommy-toy; I got to get to class." 

As Bree reached the door she added one last parting shot, "Hey, I guess it is seduce a Parker MILF, get a Parker MILF for free." She laughed at her own joke as she walked out of the Sorority Mother's shrine.

After Bree left, Maggie let the brush fall out of her mouth. She couldn't believe what she had just done. She had just unleashed the most ruthless, manipulative and seductive girl she had ever met onto her sweet, about to be married, sister. She wondered how she could stop it from happening, but knew deep down that once Bree had her mind set on something, there was no stopping her.

2.FLASHBACK-A SORORITY MOTHER FALLS

Ms. Parker had a reputation for being the Ice Queen or an Iron Bitch; those were actually the names the majority of the girls called her when she was not around. Ms. Parker actually knew about the names and revelled in them. She was tough, but fair. She ran the sorority with an iron fist. She had gotten pregnant, when she was twenty-two and in college, to a loser one-night stand and she sure as hell wasn't going to let that happen to one of her girls. And, for the past ten years, she had an almost perfect record. Sure she had a couple of girls who had got knocked up, but they were quickly and quietly shuffled out of the sorority. Ms. Parker's sorority also had the highest GPA the past five years straight, and a reputation as one of the best, most loyal sororities in the country.

Every year there was a girl who challenged her, tested the boundaries and every year Ms. Parker had crushed her like a bug. Then came Bree...

Ms. Parker knew instantly who was going to be her pain in the ass, but Bree was third generation, and thus was a shoe-in if her marks were decent, which they were. Much to Ms. Parker's surprise, Bree was a model sorority girl the first two years...but then came the third year.

By Christmas, it was clear that Bree had an odd power. Many of the girls were dressing sexier, wearing thigh highs instead of pantyhose, and although she had not caught her in the act, she was sure she had been having sex in her room. Bree had other girls giving her foot massages, bringing her meals and a million other trivial, but slightly humiliating things. Ms. Parker had decided that once Bree returned from Christmas holidays, she would confront Bree once and for all. She even told her daughter, Abby, and fellow sorority mate, about her decision to confront Bree once the holidays ended. Abby adamantly argued with her that it was a bad idea, but Maggie had made up her mind. She was determined to put a stop to Bree's apparent dominance of the others. 

Bree, having been expecting this confrontation, was already one step ahead of the Ice Queen. Bree had a small harem of sorority sluts at her beck and call and an ace up her sleeve as well.

Ms. Parker, dressed in her usual all black blazer, skirt, pantyhose and heels, knocked on Bree's room door.

Bree called, "Come on in Ms. Parker."

Ms. Parker took a deep breath, got ready for the confrontation and walked in the door guns a blazing. But what she saw when she entered the room stopped her dead in her tracks. There on the bed, fully dressed, was Bree, her legs spread wide. A girl, wearing white thigh high stockings and heels, was between her legs and under Bree's dress.

Bree looked at the Sorority Mother and asked, as if nothing out of the ordinary was currently occurring, "What can I do for you Ms. Parker?"

Ms. Parker composed herself quickly and said with fire and brimstone in her tone, "What the hell is going on here?"

Bree looked directly in the older woman's eyes, a smug smile plastered on her face, and explained, "I am having my cunt licked. Isn't it obvious?"

Ms. Parker was incensed. How dare this girl speak to her in such a way! How dare this girl do such an act in her sorority house! She roared, the Iron Bitch coming out in full force, "Don't you use such vulgar and inappropriate language in this house!"

Much to Ms. Parker's enraged shock, Bree laughed. Bree's smugness was still on full presentation as she said, "I'm sorry for saying cunt, Ms. Parker. Would pussy have been a more politically correct word?" Bree stared at Ms. Parker as she used her hand to push the unseen girl's head deeper between her covered thighs. She moaned, "Hmmm, fuck yes, keep licking slut. Don`t you dare fucking quit."

Ms. Parker had seen and heard enough. She walked over to the bed and began to pull at the feet of Bree's pussy-pleaser. ''Get out from there, now!" the Ice Queen exploded.

Bree, using a tone just as powerful, roared back, "Let go of my slave, now!"

Ms. Parker, shocked at having a girl talk back at her, involuntarily let go of the young girl's leg. The glare she gave Bree would have frozen Death Valley. Then there was a moment of silence. Two women playing a game of chicken. Who would break first? Meanwhile the girl in between them continued to please Bree's cunt, just a pawn in a much bigger game. Bree didn't break eye contact first, but she did smile first. She moaned, "Hmmmm, that's it slut, suck my clit." 

Ms. Parker broke eye contact first. She grabbed both of the unnamed girl's stocking-covered legs and pulled hard. The girl, her face covered in Bree's juice, tumbled out from between her Mistress's legs and onto the floor. She looked at Ms. Parker and nervously greeted, "Hi, Mother."

Ms. Parker looked down at the girl who was just between Bree's legs. It took her a moment to connect the dots. To really understand what she had just uncovered. Her young, innocent, pure nineteen-year-old daughter was being used as a sex-toy by her most pain-in-the-ass co-ed. For the first time in years, Ms. Parker was speechless. 

Bree broke the silence, as she asked, "So, Ms. Parker, are we done playing this game of who has the power. I am still horny and your daughter hasn't got me off, yet."

Ms. Parker, awoken from her daze, pulled up her daughter and said, "This ends now."

Bree stood up herself and said, in just as strong a tone, "I agree."

Ms. Parker surprised by the sudden change of heart could only muster, "Good."

Bree walked over to the pretty, MILF, Sorority Mother and said, her voice a sweet condescending whisper, "Maggie," making the name change obvious, a shifting of power bubbling just below the surface, "I meant this silly charade ends now."

"Excuse me?" the outwardly uptight repressed authoritarian questioned.

Bree continued, her hand on the Sorority Mother's arm, "Maggie, I know beyond that charade of uptight bullshit and proper feminine 1960's attire, is a nymph raging to get out. Like your daughter, you are secretly craving to be on your knees, begging to please me."

Ms. Parker slapped Bree's hand away, trying to get control of this bizarre situation. "You can pack your bags, Bree."

Bree laughed, "Really, you are kicking me out?"

"Yes," Ms. Parker responded adamantly. 

Bree laughed again, "Are you kicking Abby out as well?"

Ms. Parker's confidence wavered immediately and Bree already knew she had won, as the MILF stammered, "Well-I-I..."

Bree, seeing the opportunity to turn the tides, went on the aggressive, "Because if I am getting kicked out, well obviously Abby would have to get kicked out too and that would not look good for her picture perfect image, would it?"

The Ice Queen was out of her element now. She quickly realized that Bree was right. She had to keep this quiet. She changed from outraged to conciliatory. She attempted to bargain with the clever co-ed. She gave a quick, I-am-going-to-kill-you look to her daughter, who was standing silently, cum juice drying on her face, before bargaining, "Bree, tell you what. If you and Abby don't ever do this again, I guess we can pretend this didn't ever happen." 

Bree countered, her smug smile returning to her face, "Well Maggie, that is a really great offer, but truthfully I really like having your daughter as my personal plaything. I was actually thinking that I could add another."

Ms. Parker gasped, her propriety still attempting to shine through, "Bree."

Bree ignored the MILF's weak resistance as she continued, "Women like you are all the same. You act all goodie-goodie and proper on the outside, but inside you are a horny slut just dying to break out of your cocoon."

"I beg your pardon," Ms. Parker responded, her pride all she had left.

"You heard me. I know," Bree paused, backing up to her bed before continuing, "and you know," pausing again as she sat on her bed, "what you really want right now, at this exact moment, is to be on your knees, between my legs, begging in front of your daughter, to please your new Mistress."

Ms. Parker, aghast at the declaration of the arrogant co-ed and at the fact that her panties were damp, looked at her daughter and then back to Bree. She attempted to speak, but no words came out. 

Bree opened her legs enough for the older woman to see her perfectly shaved cunt. Ms. Parker looked briefly, but quickly averted her eyes from Bree's cunt. Bree surprised Ms. Parker, "Abby, come and please your Mistress."

Abby looked at her Mother nervously and then quickly away, and began to walk towards Bree. Bree gave a triumphant smile as she stared at the MILF Sorority Mother. 

Ms. Parker ordered as well, "Abby stop."

Abby did and was now the ball in the middle of two powerful women. She looked at both, unsure what to do. 

Ms. Parker continued, her voice strong and unwavering, "Come to me now, Abby."

Abby stood still, her mind a mess of emotions. 

Bree still smiled, "Abby, you have two choices, my slut. One, go with your Mommy and never again have the pleasure to be my slut. Or," she paused, her eyes finally leaving Ms. Parker and going directly to the young freshman co-ed, "you can be the good submissive lesbian slut you are and get over here and finish the task of pleasing my cunt. A job you were doing very well before we were so rudely interrupted."


Lesbian MILF Seductress: Bride



Abby looked at her Mistress uncomfortably, refusing to look at her Mother. She slowly began moving towards Bree again.

Ms. Parker reached for her daughter's arm as Bree roared, "Stop, bitch!" Ms. Parker listened, stunned, stopping in her tracks, overwhelmed by the co-eds harsh words. Bree smiled, knowing she was right. Deep down Ms. Parker was a submissive. She just didn't know it yet. She told her so. "Maggie, you may not know it yet, but you are submissive. You are desperately clinging to this facade of power, this image of propriety, and all the while your pussy is wet." Bree snapped her fingers at Abby and the young submissive moved and knelt on her knees, between Bree's legs. 

Ms. Parker was an emotional mess; she was furious, her anger simmering just below the surface, knowing that she was trapped because it was her daughter involved in this sex scandal. On the other hand, she couldn't deny the uncontrollable fire that was burning under her conservative outfit. She was mortified that her pussy was wet and that she was inexplicitly turned on by this bitchy, arrogant co-ed. She was frozen inert, as she fought her desire to submit, with her fury to crush the insubordinate co-ed, to the helplessness that she could not protect her daughter from this lesbian predator. 

As her pussy began to be pleased, Bree looked at the bewildered mother watching her daughter's lesbian submission. Bree broke the deafening silence, "So Maggie, do you want to replace your daughter?"

Now weaker, but still stubborn, Sorority Mother said, "This is ludicrous. This needs to end now."

Bree moaned, as she scolded her pussy pleaser, "Slow down slut, I'm talking to your mother." Bree looked directly into Maggie's eyes, shaking her head, "Good help is hard to find you know, but they say practice makes perfect."

Maggie's face went a Devil's red, but her tone was an incredibly controlled plea, "How can we make this work, Bree?"

"Oh, that is simple," Bree responded, giving an exaggerated moan, "You simply get on your knees, crawl over to me, and beg to be my slut."

"And if I do, you will leave my daughter alone?" the Sorority Mother asked.

"If that is what she wants," Bree moaned.

The MILF looked at her daughter buried between a girl's legs, seemingly eager to please. Inside Maggie was having these mixed emotions she could not explain. Most of her desperately wanted to crush the co-ed, but a growing part of her was feeling a fire and need she had not felt in a long, long time. Even she herself was surprised when she felt herself fall to her knees. 

Bree smiled, another submission close at hand, as she pushed the co-ed's head deeper into her dripping wet cunt, "Good Mommy, crawl to me."

The humiliation burned, but the fire between the Mother's legs was even hotter. She felt her own juices flooding her panties, struggling to escape the cotton fabric. She couldn't believe the odd sensation that was overwhelming her, a growing desire to submit, to obey. Even odder, for some unknown and perverse reason, being called Mommy turned her on even more. It should have brought her back to reality, to a reality that she, as a Mother, had stood by helplessly as her daughter was dominated and used as a personal sex-toy. The whole development was so erotically absurd, it was laughable. Yet, there she was, on her knees, getting ready to obey the twenty-two-year-old co-ed, who had already made her daughter a slave. Of course, she should have done the dignified thing, the proper thing. Instead she obeyed the ridiculously humiliating order and began to crawl to the bed and to the dominant co-ed who had broken her will.

Bree, trying to make the final submission as degrading as humanly possible, moaned loudly, the young lesbian sub clearly doing her job well, "Hmmm, that's it slut, get Mistress off, like a good girl." Bree's leg extended, her stocking-clad foot touching the face of the embarrassed Sorority Mother and Bree ordered, her breathing getting heavier, "Suck my toes, Mommy."

Like a good obedient girl, the Ice-Queen-Iron-Bitch-prim-and-proper-Sorority Mother felt her power disappear. Her ice shell melted away. She opened her mouth and took the perfectly pedicured toes into her mouth. 

Within seconds of the MILF`s submission and gentle sucking of her toes, Bree screamed, "I'm cumming sluts, don`t either of you dare fucking stop." 

The Sorority Mother had to hold the co-ed's stocking foot to avoid the slight twitches that were pulsing throughout her body. Bree came hard, like she always did when she finally had a new slut, especially a MILF slut, submit.

The two related sluts kept pleasing their Mistress until the orgasm had completely subsided and Bree requested, "Àbby, my slut, could you please retrieve Big Ben from the toy box?" 

Abby's face, soaked with Bree's cum, finally left her Mistress's legs and she looked at her Mom, just inches away from her. Abby smiled with an I-told-you-so look as she said to her mom, "I told you not to confront her." She stood up and went to a closet. 

Bree, still on the bed, ordered the MILF, "Strip, Mommy-dear."

With great trepidation, but also clearly defeated, the once dominant Sorority Mother began to get undressed.

While her Mom undressed, Abby rummaged around a rather large box in the corner before returning with a ridiculously large 7 inch long and 2 inch wide black dildo. She handed it to Bree who stood up and began to put it on Abby, 

Ms. Parker, now only in bra and underwear, watched in stunned silence at both the size of the cock and the thought that Bree was putting it on her daughter. There was no way that Bree was going to make Abby fuck her own Mother, was there?"

As if reading Ms. Parker's mind, Bree ordered in a very authoritative I-am-boss way, "Get completely naked slut."

Ms. Parker looked at Bree pleadingly, and begged, "Please don't make my daughter...."

Bree interrupted her, "Don't let your hot, sexy, lesbo daughter fuck you?" She paused as she walked in front of the almost naked MILF, putting her hand at the MILF's very damp pussy. "My-my-my Maggie, your pussy is rather wet. Why would that be?"

The crushed, but horny, Sorority Mother, let out a moan as the co-ed slid a finger inside her desperate cunt. 

When the Sorority Mother didn't respond to the question or stop the young co-ed from fingering her, Bree said, "You want to submit to me, don't you?"

A slight sigh, mixed with a moan as Bree slipped a second finger in the MILF's hole, escaped Maggie's lips as she whispered ashamed, "Yes."

"Yes, what?" Bree toyed the almost slave, like she usually did. Submission was only complete, when the subject had given herself away mind, body and soul and had acknowledged it clearly herself.

Bree pulled her fingers out of the extremely wet MILF's cunt and waited. Maggie, her pussy doing all the thinking for her at this juncture admitted, although tears began to drip down her face, tears that had not fallen in over a decade, "Yes, Mistress. Please let me submit to you."

"You understand, once you submit, you will be at my beck and call?"

Maggie sheepishly looked down and again whispered, "Yes."

"Yes, what," Bree sighed, clearly annoyed.

"Yes, Mistress," the MILF Sorority Mother corrected herself.

"I won't let you lose your job, but I will expect complete obedience, understood?" Bree explained.

"Yes, Mistress," Maggie said, tears still streaming down her face.

"Good," Bree said, as she walked to the toy box and grabbed a much smaller strap-on cock. Maggie secretly gave a thankful sigh of relief, as she thought she had convinced Bree to not make her become involved in an act of incest. When Bree returned, the strap-on cock around her waist, she ordered her young sorority slut, "Abby, get on the bed and lay down."

"Yes, Mistress," Abby eagerly and quickly obeyed. 

Maggie was still shocked by her daughter's revelation of her submissive side; Abby had a very strong personality, like herself. But then again, here she was, now completely naked, getting ready to be fucked by a co-ed, a girl she was supposed to be in charge of. Maggie was brought out of her contemplations when Bree explained, "Maggie. With every submission, there has to be an official act to make it official. For you, it is riding your daughter's cock."

The Sorority Mother's mouth dropped in surprise when she heard the blunt and degrading plan. "But that is incest," she pleaded.

Bree shrugged her shoulders, ignoring the protest, and ordered "Now Mommy, others should start returning to campus soon, so I suggest you just do as you're told. Crawl onto the bed, straddle your daughter's cock and ride it like the slut you are."

Tears that had dried up came flooding back as the humiliation kept coming wave after wave. But she obeyed the order and awkwardly and tentatively the Mother climbed onto the bed and on top of her thin, pretty, daughter and slowly, but very easily, began to take the long, thick cock in her pussy. Her daughter smiled and watched in devious pleasure the submission of her perfect mother.

Bree said, "Wow, Maggie, you must have been fucking soaked to take that thick cock so easily. Now start riding your daughter's cock."

The pleasure inside Maggie was so overwhelming and complete that she no longer cared who it was fucking her, she just closed her eyes and began bouncing up and down on the huge plastic cock. It filled her in ways she couldn't even imagine and let out a loud scream when her daughter began pumping her ass up, making the cock go deeper than one could believe possible.

Bree watched this for a couple minutes, the dirty act of incest, before she lubed the toy and climbed onto the bed, "Mommy, lean forward, it is time for the final act of your submission."

The MILF obeyed but it took her a second to realize she was about to be sodomized. She briefly flinched, but felt a harsh slap on her ass and heard Bree angrily scold, "Don't you dare fucking move, Mommy-slut."

Abby said, "Sit still Mommy, Mistress is about to fuck your ass."

Maggie had never heard her daughter once swear, never mind using the word fuck. But she obeyed, leaning forward, and being surprised by the warm feeling of her daughter's mouth on her ear. Just as Maggie felt the toy go between her ass cheeks, she felt her daughter bite her ear, the MILF's weak spot, and listened to her daughter's filthy mouth. "That's it Mommy, be a good slut. Does Mommy want to get ass fucked? To be double penetrated like the fucking slut she is? No more pretending Mommy, you are a whore, a slave. Now beg for Mistress to fuck your ass."

The toy filling her cunt, the hot breath on her ear, and the naughty words and suggestions of her daughter had the Sorority Mother's head in a tizzy as she begged, "Bree, please fuck my ass. Make me your slut."

Bree obliged, sliding the lubricated thin stick into her new MILF slave's ass.

Just as the toy split open the virgin puckered ass, Abby pulled her Mom to her and shoved her tongue into her Mother's surprised mouth, catching her Mommy's scream of pain.

Although tentative and awkward at first, Maggie began to respond to her daughter's passionate kisses, both out of the thrilling pleasure of the kiss and to help distract her from the searing pain in her rectum. Soon the thin cock filled her ass, as did the cock in her pussy and much to her surprise, both cocks just sat immobile, lodged deep in her. As she continued kissing her daughter, her body a bundle of tense pleasure begging to be released, she began to get frustrated as she wondered why neither cock was doing anything. Without even mentally realizing she was doing it, she broke the kiss and leaned her ass back, in all reality ass-fucking herself.

Bree smiled, having anticipated the MILF`s complete desperation as she began to bounce back on the cock in her ass. Bree purred, "Still all prim and proper, Ms. Parker?"

"Fine Bree, you win, I'm a whore, is that what you want to hear? Just fuck me, I need to come so badly," the defeated and horny Sorority Mother declared.

Bree pulled out a bit and asked, "You really want me to fuck your ass, Mommy?"`

"Yes dammit," the lustful MILF screamed out in utter frustration.

Bree buried her cock in the Sorority Mother`s ass and asked, "And who runs this sorority?"

"You do, Mistress," Maggie cried out, as a mixture of pleasure and pain pulsated through her body. 

"Good slut," Bree said as she began to fuck her new MILF's ass hard and fast.

"Oh my God," the Christian MILF chanted, over and over as her ass was ravished and as her daughter thrust the thick dildo in her cunt simultaneously with Bree's anal thrusts. Prim and proper vanished as Maggie's long buried carnal desires erupted to the surface. Also returning was the foul mouthed animated slut, she had held in check since she became a Mother. "Oh fuck, yes, Abby, fuck Mommy's cunt, please don't stop honey. Fuck, fuck, oh my fucking God."

Both cocks kept fucking the new slut until the Sorority Mother screamed very unlady-like,."Yes Mistress Bree, fuck my ass, treat me like the whore I am, fuck oh my God, fuck, I'm coming, fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"

Maggie fell forward as the orgasm quaked her very being. Bree's cock slipped out of the Sorority Mother's well-fucked ass, but the thick strap-on dildo remained half in as the orgasm continued to completely awaken her sexual renaissance. Her breathing continued to be heavy as she continued to repeat, "Oh my God."

To Maggie's and even the hard to shock Bree's, surprise, the submissive co-ed Abby, in one quick action, flipped her Mother onto her back, the fuck-toy making a loud plopping sound as it left her Mom's cunt and dove into her Mother's gaping wet cunt, licking hungrily her Mother's cum.

After a minute of watching the sexy scene, Bree ordered, "Abby, get in a 69, let Mommy get you off, too."

Abby removed her head from between her Mom's legs, her face already shiny with her Mom's special sauce, as she hastily took off the cock she fucked her Mom with and ordered, "Now get your daughter off, Mommy." She straddled her Mother's face with her young ripe cunt and buried her head back between her Mother's legs.

Maggie, her orgasm still sending shivers through her body, couldn't believe what was sitting in front of her face. It was one thing to get fucked by her daughter, that was naughty and wrong, but eating her pussy was a whole other level of sexual depravity. As she considered this, she felt a sharp slap on her cunt and heard her daughter, with a tone of blatant authority, "Get to work, slut." Her daughter lowered her pussy onto her face and Maggie reluctantly started licking. She had forgotten what the sweet taste of pussy tasted like, having not tasted another woman since college. Back in college, she and her sorority sisters often pleased each other, when no boy was available. One lick, one taste and she was again addicted to the sweet nectar of pussy...especially her daughter's.

The Mother and daughter lapped each other's pussies while Bree got dressed. After hearing the young co-ed scream, "Yes Mommy, keep licking, I'm coming Mommmmmmmy."

Bree allowed her young sub to have her orgasm before she suggested, "I suggest, Ms. Parker you get dressed pretty soon, Alice is supposed to be back from holidays by 7 and it is 6:30. Now Alice won't be remotely surprised to see sub slut Abby here, as Abby regularly munches Alice's cunt, but I think she would be surprised to see you, don't ya think? Bye-bye sluts." Bree did a cute and absurd curtsy and opened the door. Bree paused one last time, "By the way Mommy-slut," she began as she pointed to both cameras in her room, "If you want a copy, just ask." She winked at her new slut, and laughed as she saw the stunned face of the MILF slave. 

Maggie freaked out as she realized the whole humiliating ordeal was taped. She quickly got off the bed, still slightly horny from her daughter's tongue, but now in crisis control mode. "Abby get dressed, now," she instructed, back in charge.

"It's ok, Mommy, Alice expects me on the floor, beside her bed, like a good sorority pet," her daughter said so matter-of-factly it almost seemed natural.

Maggie looked at the clock, cursed a string of very unladylike obscenities, and got dressed. As she dressed, she said to her daughter, somewhat back to her regular self, "Young lady, this conversation is not done. We will talk about this later."

Abby shrugged, "About what Mother? Are we going to discuss your whore submission to our Mistress or are we going to discuss the fact you let your daughter fuck you or are we going to discuss the fact that you ate your daughter's cunt and made her orgasm?"

Maggie glared at her daughter, but had no response as she walked out, leaving her daughter to be used as a lez slut. She went back to her room and wondered what the fuck just happened, and how could she contain the damage.

After a couple hours of humming and hawing she came up empty handed, and went to bed still horny. All night flashes of her submission popped in her dreams, haunting her, teasing her. When she woke in the morning her panties were soaked. She knew then she was in way over her head...

3.THE WEDDING DRESS

Maggie, partly out of curiosity and partly out of spite, had set up her sister to be seduced by Bree. On the one hand, Susanne was the perfect one and there was no way she would cheat on her husband to be. She hated cheaters, especially since her last husband had betrayed her. Watching Bree finally fail would be good to see, maybe put the bossy Mistress in her place a bit. On the other hand, just the thought that maybe Bree could make her sister submit had Maggie frigging herself to sleep every night since the plan was first discussed. Maggie hated playing second fiddle to anyone, and she had played second fiddle to her younger sister her whole life. 

Maggie told Bree and Abby that they were would be at White Wedding Bridal Salon at 11:00 and that the girls should show up a bit after that. The plan in place, Maggie waited perversely, unsure what she wanted or hoped would come out of this.

Susanne picked up Maggie and they chatted like sisters do, a lot of talking, very little actual relevance, while they drove. Susanne had her hair done recently, having her shoulder length blonde hair straightened. Susanne's blue-green eyes were always her best weapon and they seemed to stand-out even more with her bleach blonde summer hair. She was also blessed with cute dimples, a dazzling smile, long tanned legs and still firm 36C breasts. She was pretty much perfection in a bottle. To make things even more annoying for Maggie, Susanne was incredibly polite and sincere. 

They arrived at the Bridal Salon and Susanne was trying on her first dress when Bree and Abby arrived. Susanne came out and was pleasantly surprised to see Abby. Abby said, "Mom said you would be trying on different wedding dresses, and I was curious. Hope you don't mind me and my friend Bree here coming to hang out."

"Oh, of course not Abby, the more the merrier," Susanne said, sincerely, giving Abby a hug. She shook Bree's hand too and greeted, "It is nice to meet you."

"Oh, the pleasure is all mine," Bree said harmlessly, but dripping with a hidden meaning all but Susanne knew.

Susanne looked in the mirror and said, "Oh my goodness, this doesn't work." 

Maggie handed her a second dress and Susanne disappeared behind the change room door.

Bree came over to Maggie and said, "Wow slut, she is fucking gorgeous. No wonder you resent her."

"I don't resent her," Maggie began to argue, but Bree put her finger to Maggie's lips to shush her.

"It's ok, before long she will be a submissive slut of mine, just like you," Bree confidently guaranteed. She winked at Abby who opened her purse and handed Bree a small egg.




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Maggie looked at it confused until Bree whispered, "Put this in your cunt, now."

Maggie looked at it horrified, but quickly grabbed it and after looking around and seeing no one was around in eye's view, she lifted up her skirt and slipped it under her panties and easily into her already slightly wet cunt. This was easily done as she only wore thigh high stockings now, as instructed by Bree. Today they were white ones, left on her bed, with a note that she must wear them today. She couldn't fathom why white, but she would soon find out. Susanne called Maggie for help a second later and the two young co-eds waited patiently, each with a smirk on their face.

Susanne came out a minute or so later in a better, but still not right dress. So Maggie handed her the last of the original three she chose and Susanne went to try it on, Maggie going in with her this time to help unzip. 

Bree pulled the egg remote out of her purse and turned it on. She would have loved to see the reaction of the MILF slut, but settled on the naughty act of turning on the egg while the MILF was in a small room with her sister. 

Maggie let out a soft gasp and instantly knew what was going on. She cursed under her breath, but continued to help Susanne get out of her dress, now slightly distracted. Susanne asked, "Is anything wrong, Maggie?"

"Oh no," Maggie replied, "just can't believe my little sister has finally found Prince Charming."

Susanne blushed as she responded all sweet and gooey, "I'm not sure he is perfect, but he's my perfect." 

Susanne got out of her dress and into the third one with the help of Maggie. Maggie smiled and said, "Wow, this one is amazing."

"Really," Susanne replied, not able to see herself in the small change room.

"Yes," Maggie said, sincerely, "let's go let you take a look."

Susanne excitedly opened the change room door and went to the mirror. The look of radiant joy on her face said it all. She had found her dress. She turned one way and then the other, completely thrilled with the way the dress formed around her. 

Bree said, "Susanne you look amazing in that dress, but it is missing something."

Susanne looked at the young girl slightly surprised as she asked, "What would that be?"

"White stockings," Bree said, as if it was common sense.

"Oh," Susanne shrugged, "I hate pantyhose, I never wear them." 

Susanne looked back at the mirror as Bree continued, "I didn't say pantyhose. I said stockings."

Susanne looked back around and said, "What is the difference?"

Maggie suddenly realized why she was made to wear white thigh highs stockings. As she heard Bree say, "Well Abby and I are both wearing stockings." Bree lifted up her skirt, not lewdly, but just enough to show the conservative and pure MILF what thigh high stockings were. "You see, they stop on your leg, thus leaving your special place free for comfort and well..." Bree gave a sexy look that had Susanne blush. Bree continued, "Now Abby here is wearing a garter and stocking, show your aunt Abby." Abby obeyed, lifting up her skirt to show the sheer stocking top being held up by a garter. Susanne seemed stunned by her niece's sexy stockings.

Susanne asked very pragmatically, "But aren't they uncomfortable?"

Abby answered her aunt's question, "Oh no, Aunt Susanne, it makes me feel sooooo sexy."

As Susanne processed this information, Bree said, "So obviously you need white stockings to wear with this dress. A bride should be in pure white."

"I suppose," the bride-to-be hesitantly agreed.

"Ms. Parker," asked Bree, "you are wearing white. Are they stockings?" 

Maggie responded, slightly embarrassed, "Yes, Bree, they are thigh highs."

Bree all giddy said, "How perfect. Now sit down there please Ms. Parker, so we can let your sister borrow your stockings."

Maggie looked quickly at her sister who was watching with a slight look of confusion. Maggie looked away just as quickly and sat on the small leather couch that was in the changing room.

To Susanne's surprise she watched in silent awe as Bree got on her knees and took off Maggie's surprisingly high four inch heels and then removed each stocking. It shouldn't have been a big deal, but the pretty co-ed took her time, making the simple act strangely erotic. 

When Bree had both stockings off her slut, she began her slow seduction of the bride-to-be. She stood up and looked at the drop dead gorgeous woman in the wedding dress and said, in a polite, yet slightly commanding voice, "Please sit down, ma'am."

Susanne looked at Bree with a peculiar, yet non-descript expression. As Bree hoped, she walked over and sat down on the couch just vacated by her sister. As Susanne sat down, she watched as the pretty and very confident co-ed sat on the floor beside her. Susanne was clearly uncomfortable, as the co-ed, slowly, slid the stocking up her left leg. The co-ed's warm hands sliding up Susanne's legs had her mind racing. Susanne couldn't explain it, but she was feeling flush with excitement. She looked down at Bree and saw Bree`s sweet yet dangerous smile looking directly back at her. Bree`s hands were now under the pure older woman`s dress as she pulled up the last of the stocking. Once done, Susanne let out a slight gasp as Bree slid her hands tenderly down the MILF`s now stocking-clad leg. 

Bree replayed the sexual teasing, the very first rung up the ladder of seduction, on the MILF bride-to-be`s other leg, going even slower this time. Bree noticed that Susanne`s breathing had changed slightly.

Although Susanne would never admit it yet, she was getting excited by the young girl's soft feminine touch.

Susanne was rattled. Why was she letting this co-ed, a friend of Abby`s none-the-less, touch her so tenderly? Sure it was harmless, but it was still somewhat obscene; at least the co-ed seemed to be making it obscene. Even more confusing to Susanne was the fact that she was getting slightly excited by the girl's touch. 

Looking down into Bree's eyes, Susanne saw the mask of innocence slip a little and behind those eyes she saw hunger. Susanne's breath stopped when her eyes locked with Bree's. She went still, like prey freezing under a predator's gaze, hoping if she didn't move she might escape...what? What was it about the girl in front of her that made her feel this way?

Susanne felt Bree's fingers slide up along her leg, smoothing the silk, not stopping until the very top of the thigh high stocking. The thought that the co-ed might not stop had Susanne's body shudder, but in her slightly dazed mind she wasn't sure if the shudder was one of fear that Bree wouldn't stop, or from a desire that the fingers would keep going.

Having felt the tremor, Bree let a wicked smile touch her lips but after another moment Bree broke the gaze and settled back. Knowing with a predator's instinct that if she pressed she would close the window that had just opened. 

Susanne breathed again, her heart pounding as she blinked, collecting herself. She remembered others were watching. Looking up, she saw Abby biting her lip, an odd excited light in her eyes. Maggie had an indecipherable look. Almost shame or guilt but mixed with excitement. 

Both Abby and Maggie noticed Susanne's face turn a darker shade of red and both knew exactly what Susanne was feeling having once been the prey to the co-ed's hunt. 

Bree finished putting the second stocking on Susanne's leg and looked up at Susanne one last time, her smile attempting to disarm the nervous MILF. Bree, playing the slow seduction, did not get aggressive with the bride-to-be, unlike what she had done to Maggie a couple of months earlier. Instead when she was done, she stood up and politely said, "Now let's take a look at the blushing bride."

Dazed, Susanne stammered, "Wh...What...What?" 

"Stand up," Bree said, the slightly commanding tone back," and let us see those sexy legs of yours in your sister's stockings."

Susanne, blushing indeed, pushed aside her slight sexual arousal, one she could not begin to explain, and did as Bree suggested. She stood up and went to the mirror. Slightly embarrassed, she still lifted the hem of her dress, displaying her legs to the other women. Unable to allow herself to look up, she missed Abby licking her lips or the satisfied smirk that passed across Bree's pretty face.

Bree encouraged, "Now that is much better. Of course, as a bride, you really should get a garter and stockings, but this is a very good start."

Susanne gave a slight nod, like many women before her, captivated by the young girl's powerful, seductive, persona.

Maggie added, "You look amazing, Todd has no idea how lucky he is to have you."

Abby continued the flowery flattery, "Yes, wait till he sees what you've got underneath the dress. He will be floored, Auntie Susanne."

"Abby," Susanne admonished, slightly surprised by her niece's frank sexual innuendo. But as she looked in the mirror, then at Bree and back to the mirror, she shrugged, "Maybe I am a little too conservative. Garters and stockings it is."

Bree smiled about the first stage of her initial seduction of Susanne. Bree leaned in and gave her a friendly hug. Susanne accepted it stiffly at first, but eventually let it resonate in her, warming her very being.

As she held her next conquest, Bree whispered into Susanne's ear, "Do you have any idea what seeing you wearing those stockings makes me want to do to you?" Stepping back, she added more loudly, "Your fiancé is a lucky man. He'll have the sexiest bride ever." 

Satisfied with her progress, Bree finished, "But now we need to get going. It was a pleasure to meet you, Susanne." As Bree took her leave, Susanne noticed the manner in which Bree took Abby's hand. Briefly, she wondered if her niece had a 'different' sort of relationship with Bree than perhaps went beyond mere sorority sisters. That thought vanished as she again admired what she thought was her perfect wedding dress. 

4.A FAMILY AFFAIR

Almost three weeks passed before Bree had an opportunity to continue her seduction of the bride-to-be. She was giddy with excitement at the prospect of upping the ante.

It was Maggie and Susanne's parent's 40th wedding anniversary and they were having a weekend gathering at their Cape Cod house. As soon as Abby told Bree about it, Bree's mind began running a million miles a minute. Bree insisted she be Abby's guest for the weekend and a plan was set in motion.

Abby and Bree arrived on Friday evening, late enough that most of the family had already retired for the evening. Abby and Bree shared a room, no one other than Maggie knowing of their unique relationship. Maggie had also arranged that the two young co-eds would be in the room next to Susanne, which would give Susanne an excellent opportunity to hear the naughty on-goings of her niece. 

As soon as they got into the room, Bree ordered, "Slut, get your ass over here and please your Mistress."

Abby, as usual, obeyed the order. She quickly crawled onto the bed and positioned herself between Brees's legs. Bree wore only in a sundress along with thigh highs. As soon as Abby's very skilled tongue touched Bree's already slightly wet pussy, Bree got over-dramatic. She spoke loudly, "Get to work, my slut." Her moans were loud and exaggerated, but Bree hoped believable to the MILF next door she was hoping to seduce. Ironically, Bree's fake moans soon became real. The thought of seducing Susanne made her horny. Bree moaned, "That's it, Abby, please your Mistress, make her come." 

Next door, Susanne was in her bed reading the latest Julie Garwood novel when she heard the shocking unmistakable sound of sex. She listened curiously, slightly horny herself from the novel she was reading and the fact that she hadn't had sex in over a week; her hubby-to-be was in the middle of an intense lawsuit. As she listened closer, her mouth dropped when she heard a girl's voice, presumably Bree's, Abby's outgoing friend, speak loudly, in an authoritative voice, "That's it, Abby, lick my cunt, suck my clit." Susanne was aghast with the thought of her sweet niece in such an inappropriate act and pondered what she should do about it.

Bree pulled Abby deeper into her pussy and soon Bree screamed, hoping to wake up Susanne if she was already asleep, "Fuck yes, fuck Abby, fuck yes, fuck, I'm coming!" Abby's face was coated with Bree's cunt juice as Bree's orgasm shuddered through her. 

Once done, Bree said, "Now go give your auntie a big hug and kiss. Of course, leave my juices on."

"Of course," Abby replied, knowing full well Bree's seduction plan and her own explicit role in the elaborate plan. Abby got up, still dressed and left the room. She went to her aunt's door and knocked gingerly, slightly nervous and yet just as excited. 

Susanne was startled by the knock on her door, already rattled by the revelation that her niece was a lesbian. She walked to the door and was slightly surprised to see her niece there. As she looked closer, she noticed a shine to her niece's face and realized quickly what it probably was. Susanne, being the calm cool aunt she has always been, ignored what she knew and said, "Good evening Abby, what can I do for you?"

"Oh nothing Aunt Susanne, I just wanted to say hi and let you know Bree and I had arrived."

Impulsively and against her nature Susanne let out, "I heard you and your girlfriend."

Abby blushed slightly, but said, clarifying the situation, "Oh, Bree is not my girlfriend, she is my Mistress."

"What?" Susanne asked, confused by her niece's declaration.

"Bree is my Mistress, Aunt Susanne. I am her sub," the 19-year-old niece explained.

"But why?" Susanne asked, in a stupor.

"Why not?" Abby responded. "She is beautiful, powerful and has a delicious...." Abby paused, purposely letting the last unsaid word float between them, a suggestion and seduction of both the said and unsaid.

Susanne looked at her niece baffled. She couldn't even begin to wrap her head around this revelation. 

Abby, knowing now was the perfect time to leave, gave her Aunt a hug and a kiss on her cheek, like she always had, letting her Mistress's scent linger before walking away, leaving her Auntie speechless.

Susanne watched her niece walk away and back into the room with her friend and Mistress. As she closed her door, frustration, followed by anger began to fill her. As she lay back into her bed she knew she would have to talk to Maggie tomorrow and inform her of her daughter's situation. 

Bree, was waiting Abby's return, already wearing a strap-on dildo, attempting to build on the knowledge that Susanne had just received. She immediately ordered Abby onto the bed and with no foreplay whatsoever, thrust the large cock into her slave's pussy. Bree ordered, "Now, get animated slut."

Abby, not wanting to disappoint, moaned loudly, "Oh yes, fuck your slut."

Susanne's anger continued to increase as she heard her niece's loud naughty words, "Yes, Mistress, fuck me, fuck me hard." Susanne tried to read her book, but couldn't because of the loud sex sounds coming from next door. Although she was stressed and worried about her niece, she couldn't ignore the increasing need to come herself. It never occurred to her at the time that she had been getting turned on by her niece's domination. She just assumed it was a lack of sex recently and the book she had been reading. But before she knew it, she was rubbing herself as she listened, like a voyeur, to the lesbian sex next door. Susanne closed her eyes and fantasized Todd on top of her thrusting his cock in her hot love box, as she heard her niece getting louder, "Yes, don't stop, please, I'm getting close, fuck me harder, drill me, Mistress." Susanne's hand began rubbing her clit faster and doing something she rarely did; she slid a finger inside herself. As Susanne got closer, her mind played tricks on her. The cock that was fucking her in her fantasy changed to a strap-on and the body between her legs switched from her fiancé to Abby's Mistress, the beautiful, but dominant, Bree. Susanne let out a gasp, but was too far gone to stop and allowed her lesbian fantasy, that she never knew existed, to get her off. Just as she was close to coming herself, she heard her niece scream, "I'm coming, Mistress." Susanne herself followed, having a much more intense orgasm than she usually had when she pleasured herself. She struggled to scream and instead let out a muffled gasp. 

Lying in her own goo, Susanne shook herself back to reality and was mortified to realize what she had just fantasized. After cursing to herself, something else she seldom did, she went and washed up. After composing herself, she looked in the mirror, more determined than ever to confront Maggie about her daughter's plight...this had to stop...NOW.

Next door, Bree was in the king sized bed, while Abby lay on the couch, naked and sexually fulfilled. Bree hated cuddling and despised having to share a bed, so she didn't. As Bree drifted off, she wondered, slightly apprehensively, about tomorrow. Bree was still confident, but this was a dangerous place to try and advance the seduction, being filled by so many family members. But if anyone was up to a challenge it was Bree, so she shrugged it off and had a great sleep.

***

In the morning, Susanne awoke surprisingly refreshed after having a great sleep. She vaguely recalled an odd dream, but could not remember any of the details. After a refreshing shower, she dressed and went looking for Maggie, still determined to tell her sister about what she learned last night. 

Maggie was having breakfast with her Mother when Susanne arrived in the massive kitchen. Susanne decided now was not the time and would wait till later in the day for an opportunity to talk with Maggie.

Bree, knowing this was an upper class function, also played it calm on Saturday, dressed very appropriately for an outside function. She also allowed her subs, Maggie and Abby, to dress like they normally would when with their family. For Bree the day was fun and a great learning experience. This was how the really well-off lived; Bree liked this lifestyle and decided then and there she would soon have it. She loved having servants bring her drinks, which shouldn't come as a surprise since she loved being served sexually; she also loved the massive house, the gorgeous backyard and the feeling of decadence. She was also stunned when she first met Abby's grandmother. 

Edith was sixty-one years old and was in amazing shape, a trophy wife if there ever was one. Bree briefly had an inkling of seducing three generations of Parkers, but decided now was not the time, although if her plan worked as planned she could have her daughter Susanne submit to her in the morning before the wedding and have the grandma submit to her after the wedding. So although Bree was not actually seducing Edith, Bree was at least planting the seeds for the potential of a future seduction. Bree spent the afternoon talking with Edith, complimenting her. On a few occasions making sure to touch her, not inappropriately, but with just a subtle hint of interest.

When Susanne saw Bree talking to her Mother, she immediately tried to come up with a way to intervene, but thought against it, not wanting to make a scene. Instead she scanned the perfectly landscaped yard looking for her sister. Seeing Maggie having a drink and sitting by the pool, Susanne briskly made her way over. Once she arrived, she sat in a chair beside her older sister Maggie, and whispered, "We need to talk."

Maggie looked at her sister, already knowing why Susanne would want to talk, played stupid, "What about, Susanne?"

"It's, um, well," Susanne bumbled, not knowing how to put into words what she needed to tell her sister. Finally, she blurted out, "Abby is a lesbian."

Maggie responded, "No she's not, but she is bi."




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"You knew?" Susanne accused, taken aback by her sister's nonchalant response.

"Girls will be girls," Maggie explained, with a shrug.

"But it is worse than that Maggie. Your daughter is being treated by a slut by that...that...that...tramp," Susanne finally got out, pointing to Bree, who was still conversing with their Mother. "And now she is talking with our Mother."

Maggie looked across the pool, trying to hold her smile, and saw Bree, her hand on her Mom's arm. Maggie thought to herself , 'Is Bree going after Mom too?' Helpless to prevent it, Maggie let the thought go and instead said to her sister, "Bree is not a tramp. She is a very strong-willed girl, I will give you that. But she is Abby's friend, and I will not have you speaking so critically of her."

"But," Susanne began.

"No buts Susanne. It's almost two. If you want to talk about this tonight, come by my room after the party is over. We can talk in private. But I expect you to treat Bree with respect and not judge her just because she is bi and you are as straight as an arrow." Maggie got up and walked away before her sister could respond.

Susanne watched her sister leave, befuddled by the reaction of her sister. She agreed she would not make a scene here during her parent's special day, but after the party tonight she was going to make sure that her position was clear about Bree's treatment of Abby. Susanne could possibly accept Abby being gay, but she could not accept the insensitive and harsh treatment towards her niece that Bree had been doing.

The evening supper party was a fully formal affair with over two hundred guests. This being a dress to impress party, Bree had each of her sluts dress appropriately. Maggie was dressed in a green gown and beige thigh high stockings, while Abby was dressed in a blood red gown with black thigh high stockings. Bree, not to be outdone by her sluts, was dressed in a gold glimmering gown with mocha thigh highs. Of course, none of them were wearing any underwear. 

When Bree saw Susanne, she immediately noticed that Susanne had pantyhose on, something she said she never wore. Now it could be because it was a very formal affair, or it could be based on Bree's earlier suggestion; Bree, of course, chose the latter reasoning. Susanne was dressed in a black cocktail dress and, black stockings. Bree wondered if they were thigh highs, stockings or pantyhose and made a mental note to find out before the evening was through.

Although Bree had insisted to Maggie that she end up at a table with Susanne, Maggie was unable to arrange it. Bree and Abby were at a table with other younger family members. A couple of other women were quite attractive, but Bree focused on her target...Susanne.

When supper was done, Bree pulled Abby along and they sat down beside a rigid, but slightly intoxicated, Susanne. Bree's plan was to make Susanne completely comfortable before she began to make Susanne uncomfortable. Bree asked Susanne, putting her hand on the pretty MILF's arm, "So how are the wedding plans coming along?"

Susanne was instantly distracted, knowing the power Bree seemed to have over Abby. She should have pushed the hand away, but didn't, oddly liking the warm feeling on her arm. Instantly, she felt nervous and awkward, but answered, "Excellent. Everything major is done."

Bree smiled, her hand moving ever so slightly with soft caresses, "Well that is great." 

Susanne responded with a slightly snappy, "I'm happy you approve."

Bree dropped her hand down to Susanne's dress and felt the top of the thigh highs under Susanne's dress and added, "Thigh highs, very impressive Susanne." Bree, in the position of power, stood up and walked away, leaving Susanne confused and flushed.

Susanne watched the college girl go away and although she couldn't explain it, her pussy was slightly damp. She grabbed the bottle of wine and filled up her glass. 

The rest of the evening was speeches and dancing and the party went on until just after midnight. As Maggie headed to bed, she told a rather drunk Susanne, if she still wanted to chat she would be in her room in five minutes. Susanne slurred, she would be there and Maggie went upstairs to her room. 

As soon as Maggie entered her room and closed the door, she heard the voice of her co-ed Mistress ask, "Is she coming?"

"Yes, she will be here any minute," Maggie answered, looking at Bree on the bed, her dress already off her perfectly toned body.

Maggie had earlier told Bree about her conversation with Susanne and knew Bree already had a plan formulated, one that would humiliate Maggie and push the envelope with Susanne. Maggie, without being told, crawled on top of the bed and between the stocking-clad legs of her young Mistress. 

Bree moaned as the MILF began licking her pussy, "You are a very well-trained slut, Mommy." Bree was well on her way to an orgasm, when the expected knock on the door came. Bree ordered, "Go invite her in, slut, and then get right back to work."

Maggie looked up from between the co-ed's legs, her lips shiny with juice, and obediently obeyed. When she reached the door, she paused briefly, took a deep breath, and opened the door, allowing her sister into her room. After closing the door, she immediately, avoiding eye contact with her sister, went back to the bed and back between her Mistress's legs.

Susanne was astonished as she saw Bree and then saw her sister, a Sorority House Mother, a mother of one, crawl between the co-ed's legs. Susanne stood watching the perverse scene for much longer than she should have before she finally spoke. "Susanne, what is going on here?"

Bree smiled and said, "Sorry, Susanne, Maggie has her mouth full right now."

"But," Susanne began to say, disoriented by the alcohol and the shocking scene she was now witnessing. 

"But what?" Bree teased.

Susanne finally articulated, "But how?"

"How did I make your uptight sister my little submissive slave?" Bree asked, attempting to make Susanne actually say it.

"Fine, yes," Susanne said, staggering a bit.

"Well that is for me to know and you to someday find out, once you too submit to me," Bree announced.

"What?" Susanne asked, clearly confused by the forwardness of the co-ed. Susanne looked at her sister who was moving her head up and down, slightly.

"Hmmmm," Bree moaned, "Your sister has turned into a pretty good pussy eater, Susanne. Do you want to try?"

"What? God, no. That is disgusting," Susanne responded.

"Why are you watching then," Bree queried.

"I-I-I don't," Susanne began, and abruptly turned to leave. Being quite drunk, she fumbled with the door handle, giving Bree time for one last parting shot.

"Susanne," she moaned, close to orgasm herself, "I want you, and I always get what I want." As Susanne opened the door, Bree screamed, "Yes, yes, I'm coming slut, keep licking."

Susanne closed the door and leaned on the wall beside it. Everything she thought she knew about her family had vanished in just over 24 hours. She staggered to her room and collapsed on her bed: drunk, exhausted and confused. Yet, as she tried to sleep, her mind lingered to the shocking flirting of Bree and the suggestion that Bree wanted her to submit too. As she faded into sub-consciousness, she couldn't get Bree's words to stop echoing in her head.

5.A CONFRONTATION; ANOTHER FLASHBACK

Susanne awoke the next morning with a start, the memory of the previous day flooding her mind immediately. Slightly hung-over, she got up and went straight to Maggie's room and barged right in. Thankfully, Maggie was in bed alone, still sleeping. Susanne went directly to the bed and shook Maggie awake. 

Maggie groggily woke up and snapped, "What?"

Susanne kept shaking her sister until Maggie began to wake up. "Maggie, wake up, we need to talk."

Maggie rubbed her eyes and sat up; finally realizing her sister was in the room. Maggie sighed, knowing this conversation was coming, "What can I do for you, baby sis?"

"You know exactly why I am here?" Susanne accused.

Maggie decided to play stupid, "I do?"

Susanne glared at Maggie, "I saw you and Bree last night,"

"Oh, yeah, I forgot about that," Maggie said, acting surprised.

"Did you hear what she said to me? What she called you?" 

"No, not really, but I can imagine what she said about me," Maggie said, matter-of-factly.

"You probably couldn't hear us talking what with your head buried between her legs," Susanne snapped.

Maggie retaliated, "Susanne, who are you to judge? Plus it is none of your damn business."

"Fine, but what about Abby?"

"Abby is a grown woman and able to make her own decisions," Maggie justified.

Susanne collapsed on the bed out of frustration and said, "She implied she wanted me to submit too."

"She mentioned that," Maggie acknowledged and added, "and she always gets what she wants." Maggie leaned over and rubbed her baby sister's back and consoled her, "It's ok, Susanne. Bree will never make you do anything you don't want to do. She is not like that."

Susanne asked, "How did this happen to you?"

Maggie then retold her sister the whole sordid ordeal, leaving out none of the details of her submission to the powerful co-ed. 

Susanne sat in stunned silence as she listened to the demise of her once rigid sister. A lengthy silence followed after Maggie's confession before Susanne said, "Were you not worried she would end your career?"

"At first I was, but she made it clear that if I always obeyed she would protect me," Maggie explained.

"Protect you?" Susanne asked.

"Yes. You see, Susanne, she saw right through me. She saw that I needed to have a Mistress. That behind my rigid exterior, I was desperate to let the real me free. I didn't even know it, but she did."

"That is nonsense," Susanne said, shaking her head.

"Is it? Since I have submitted to Bree, I have never felt more alive. She has opened up a part of me, I never knew existed; with such awareness has come pleasure I can't even begin to explain."

"I just can't believe it," Susanne said.

"I have done things I never thought I would ever do. Things that had never even crossed my mind," Maggie said, leading Susanne on.

As expected, Susanne asked, "Like what?"

Maggie told Susanne another story. "Well the following day, I begged Bree not to tell and she agreed, but added she needed to know how loyal I was. I promised I would do anything and Bree told me to be ready the following night at 10. I asked for details, but Bree just gave me a naughty smirk. The following night I waited with trepidation as I wondered what she had in store for me. She walked in, late as usual, and had me go downstairs and into her room. On the floor, each blindfolded, were five of my sorority seniors, I let out a soft gasp, but caught myself for the most part. Bree then whispered, 'They don't know who is serving them, just that there is a new recruit attempting to climb the sorority ladder. Your job is to get all five girls off as quickly as you possibly can. Understood?' I nodded in anxiety-ridden nervousness and without any further instruction, crawled between the naked legs of the first of five co-ed pussies. It was humiliating and just as exhilarating. They moaned, they called me names, they assumed I was just a sorority sister trying to climb the social status ladder; never in a million years considering it was their Sorority House Mother. I got all five off and returned to my room and brought myself to a fulfilling orgasm myself." Maggie looked at her sister and saw the face she expected to, astonished silence.

Before Susanne could respond, there was a knock on the door, it was their Mother, telling them breakfast would be ready in ten minutes. Susanne shook herself out of her bewilderment and slight horniness from the story. "OK, Mom, I just need to have a quick shower."

Maggie agreed, "I need one too, Mom."

Their Mother shook her head and said, in her usual don't-mess-with-me attitude, "Ten minutes." She closed the door.

Maggie smiled, stood up and said, "Susanne, Bree will never make you do anything you don't want to do. She will try to push your buttons until you willingly submit to her. That said, are you sure you don't want to?"

Susanne responded too quickly, almost to cover herself, "Yes, I'm sure."

Maggie shrugged and said, "If you say so, baby-sis." Maggie went to the bathroom and closed the door.

Susanne sat on the bed processing yet another strange conversation. She knew she was not a lesbian and although Bree was very pretty she also knew she wasn't interested. She loved Todd and couldn't wait to get married; yet why did her pussy get wet hearing about and thinking about Bree's seductive ways and Bree's power over her sister? A power Susanne always wished she had, not sexually of course, but just once to be able to say what she actually thought instead of being the sweetheart as everyone saw her. She sighed, ignoring the fire teasing down below, and went back to her room to have a shower.

6.THE BRIDAL SHOWER

Over the next two weeks, Susanne had dream after naughty dream about Bree. She woke up each time in a hot sweat and incredible horny. She had Todd fuck her more often trying hard to fuck the odd dyke out of her. She was not a lesbian or bi for that matter. So why could she not get Bree out of her head? 

It was Susanne's bridal shower, being held at one of her bridesmaid's houses, since Maggie didn't have a big enough location living at the sorority and all. It was the home of her best friend since they were six, Ellie. Over twenty women showed up, mostly dressed in light summer dresses. Susanne gave a sigh of relief when the party started and Bree had not arrived. 

Bree, of course, made sure to be late to make a more dramatic entrance. She and Abby arrived almost an hour into the party, well after all the generic chit-chat and cocktails that always start an affair. They came in and Abby went and hugged Aunt Susanne and apologized for being late. Bree followed giving the sexy bride-to-be a hug as well. 

The next half hour Susanne opened present after present, most of them girly-girly to the extreme. There was conservative lingerie, perfume, a Coach purse, all the usual accounterments. Maggie had been the most daring giving her sister a garter and stocking set that had, of course, been approved by Bree.

Bree waited until all the gifts had been given before pulling out her special gift. Bree said, "Here Susanne, I got you a little something too, although it may be a bit more out there compared to the rest of these gifts."

Susanne smiled, a nervous smile, and said, "Well, maybe I should open it later."

Bree shrugged and said, her tone showing just the vaguest hint at authority, "Oh no, no, open it now!"

Susanne took a deep breath expecting something embarrassing and opened it nervously while the other twenty women watched. She was right as she saw a lengthy red vibrator in the box. She didn't pull it out, just closed it back up.

One of the other girls said, teasingly, "What is it Susanne? By the shade of red on your face, I am betting it is something interesting."

Bree added, "Show everyone Susanne, I am sure they all have one too."

Susanne didn't want to but saw twenty-plus pairs of eyes staring at her. She opened the box again and pulled out the toy.

There were gasps, giggles and so forth as she revealed the lengthy fuck-toy. Bree explained, with a naughty smile, "I know your hubby-to-be is often gone and I figured you needed some back-up for those lonely nights."

Susanne's Mother, Edith, looked stunned, as Bree said, putting her hand on the still pretty 60 plus something woman, "Do you need one too?"

Edith stammered, "I-I-I..."

Bree moved her hand ever so slowly and whispered, "I'll get you one, sweetie."

Susanne wanted the conversation to end, "Well thanks Bree, I am sure it will come in handy."

The group burst out laughing as Ellie said, "Oh I bet it will give you quite the buzz." 

The next hour was socializing and Bree chatting with Edith, setting up one more potential submission. 

Every time Susanne looked at Bree, Bree was smiling back. Susanne knew she had to deal with this today, but didn't know how. Instead she avoided Bree as best she could. Finally, Bree walked over to Susanne, the lingerie that Maggie had bought her in her hand, and suggested, "Susanne, I think you should go and try on the lingerie your sister got you."

"Excuse me?" she asked.

"You heard me," she said and then asked the remaining eight guests, "Should Susanne try on that honeymoon lingerie that Maggie got her?"

Group consensus from the tipsy ladies said yes and Susanne was put on the spot. Tipsy herself, she sighed, took the lingerie from Bree's hands and went upstairs. 

As the party continued downstairs, Bree sneaked upstairs too. She was happy to learn the door was unlocked and she slipped in unnoticed. Susanne was just finishing putting on the last stocking when Bree said, "You look really hot in that, Susanne."

Susanne jumped, startled by the intrusion and attempted to cover herself up. "Get out, Bree."

Bree ignored Susanne's words and walked over to the sexy MILF. "You must know that it was I who choose this gift for you and not Maggie."

Susanne responded, slightly confused, "Oh."

"Oh, indeed," Bree teased, now directly in front of the bride-to-be. "I didn't get that for your husband, I got it for me." 

Susanne stood speechless as Bree's hand caressed the MILF's left arm. Susanne stood frozen for a second. Bree broke the silence, "I am sure Maggie has told you that I always get what I want and what I want next is...."

Susanne slapped Bree's arm away and said, "Please stop."

Bree licked her fingers smiling, "Delicious, I love it when they struggle. It will make your ultimate surrender sooo much sweeter."

"Get out," Susanne said, her hand pointing to the door and shaking.

Bree shrugged as she headed to the door, "Suit yourself, but I know what you need, and what you want deep down. You want to submit, you may not know it yet, but you do." She paused as she reached the door, before foreshadowing, "And you will."

Bree opened the door and announced to the group, "Susanne is ready to pose for us."

A completely rattled Susanne was then forced to go and pose. She grabbed a bit of her confidence back and went downstairs. As she walked, she was mortified to realize that her panties were very, very wet. She did a few quick poses and a couple seductive ones when led on by her now more than tipsy friends. Finally Susanne went and changed and when she returned she was thankful to see that Bree and Abby had left. 

An hour later, when she was leaving, she saw a note in her purse, with just one sentence, in block letters, "DON'T FIGHT IT!!!"

As soon as Susanne got home, she collapsed on the couch, with a mix of conflicting emotions. There was something so intoxicating about Bree that her body betrayed her every time she was in her presence. Yet, common sense dictated that she remain dignified and resist these extreme advances, even as her body weakened. 

Unable to resist, Susanne brought herself to an orgasm. As she lay in her own cum she thought 'Thank God the wedding is in two weeks'.

7.THE BACHELORETTE PARTY...THE LE CHATEAU CLUB

Susanne was petrified of what Maggie and Bree had planned for her bachelorette party. But she also felt that as long as she was with other friends she would be fine. She had to be impervious to Bree's charms. Susanne insisted on the full agenda of the evening's activities. 

Maggie gave her sister the plan that was very tame on paper...yet each stop was all part of an elaborate plan. The first stop was supper at the upper class Rizzo's, which set up the plan to have Susanne get all dressed up. The second stop was the Martini Club to get Susanne well on her way to intoxication. The third stop was a pub crawl that would continue the false image that this was a normal bachelorette party; the shots, the embarrassing silly tasks, the dirty dancing.... Then when everyone else thought the day was done, they would take Susanne to the last, top secret, stop...the very exclusive...the very upper class... Le Chateau Club. A women's only, lesbians club (see Bedding the Babysitter 2 and A Lesbian Love Story of Sorts to see two other stories that partially take place in Le Chateau Club). 




Lesbian MILF Seductress: Bride



Bree, being an expert at seduction, played this evening very differently, lulling Susanne into a false sense of security. All evening, Bree did nothing. No flirting, no teasing, no remote hint at what was to come. She allowed Susanne's friends to do all the traditional bachelorette things as Bree watched the plan unfold perfectly.

Susanne was on guard all evening. She kept waiting for Bree to pounce. Oddly, when Bree ignored her, Susanne felt an undeniable feeling of disappointment. As the night went on and the drinks piled up, Susanne's inhibitions faded and she made a fool of herself at the last couple pubs. 

When Maggie suggested they call it a night, a rather drunk Susanne agreed and Maggie led her sister to the limo, with Bree following behind. Unfortunately, Abby was too young to get into this elite club and pouted like a little kid. Bree gave Abby one last task ordering her to go and hit on Susanne's best friend Ellie. Abby smiled deviously and went back into the club on a mission.

The drive to the club was quick and Susanne was surprised when the limo stopped at another bar. Susanne looked out the window, "I thought we were going home?"

Bree put her hand on Susanne's leg, "Oh, we just thought we should hit one more club." 

Susanne instantly felt an electric charge flow through her from Bree's touch as she stammered, "Maybe we should just go home. I am really tired."

Bree smiled mischievously and her voice shifted from suggesting to ordering, "No Susanne, we are going in." Bree pulled Susanne out, holding onto her hand. Maggie followed behind, amused, knowing exactly what type of club they were going into.

Once inside, they went to a reserved table, close to the dance floor, a location that made them central to all the action. A waitress came and took their orders while Susanne scanned the bar. After a few seconds, she noticed, "There are no men here."

Bree agreed, putting her hand back on Susanne's leg, "Indeed there are not." 

The warmth immediately was back as Susanne struggled to stay focused. She noticed at that moment two girls kissing on the dance floor and let out a shocked gasp. She finally began to make the obvious correlation: she was in a lesbian bar. She stammered, "Are we in a l-l-lesbian bar?"

Bree corrected, "A club and yes we are in a lesbian club. Do you like?"

Susanne looked away from Bree, attempting to avoid contact all the while her pussy began to heat up. Before Bree, she had never met a lesbian or seen any sort of lesbian action and now here she was in a lesbian bar. She couldn't believe how attractive the majority of the women were here and how the age ranged from 21 to over 60. 

The waitress returned with their drinks and asked, "Your bachelorette party, I assume?"

"Yes," Susanne answered, ashamed to be in such a place as an about to be married woman.

The waitress added, noticing Susanne's nervousness, "Don't worry ma'am, what happens at the Le Chateau Club stays at the Le Chateau Club. Have fun, experiment, let loose." The waitress gave a wink to Susanne and Bree and served another table.

Bree explained, "Up there, Susanne, are the private rooms where some of the more elite go to have fun. On the other hand, sometimes the fun happens right in plain view."

Susanne looked across the room where Bree was pointing and gave yet another shocked gasp as she saw a pair of black heels underneath a table where a woman, in her 60s at least, was sitting with a pleasant smile on her face. Susanne watched the scene distracted, not even noticing Bree's hand slide farther up her thigh. 

Bree waited a few seconds before sliding her hand under Susanne's dress, which had Susanne jump, startled. 

Susanne pleaded, somewhat weakly, "Bree, please don't."

"Don't what?" Bree asked, deviously.

Susanne struggled to put into words what she wanted to say. Again her mind was screaming 'no, no, no' while her body was screaming 'yes, yes, yes'. Finally she sputtered, "Please stop, I am about to be married."

Bree's hand didn't move. She smiled and said innocently, "Is that what the problem is? I have many women who have pleased me who are married." Bree looked around for someone she knew and then whispered to Maggie, "Go over to the brunette by the bar in the red and tell her Bree wants to see her."

Maggie said, loud enough for her sister to hear, "Yes, Mistress."

Susanne watched silently as her sister walked over to a slightly chubby, but glamorously dressed, brunette at the bar sipping a margarita. 

Bree explained, "Susanne, what you must understand is that all women are either dominant or submissive in bed. Some can be switches, in other words can be domme or sub, based on their mood or partner, but most are one or the other. Your sister is textbook sub. She has a facade of invulnerability and power that she presents at the Sorority House and when she is not presenting this image she wants to relax, to let go off all control. Your niece, on the other hand, is still young and is just really eager to please, because of her mommy issues. Abby spent her whole childhood trying to please her mother and was always desperately looking for acknowledgement that she was good enough. Thus she was trained to be submissive by her upbringing. So when I got to know her, she was easy to seduce and make a willing, eager sub. Now you, on the other hand..."

Susanne was intoxicated with the hypnotic assessments of her sister and niece and perversely curious what this young co-ed had to say about her. Unfortunately, Maggie returned with the very pretty, although slightly older than she originally thought, woman and Bree took over the conversation, leaving Susanne hanging high and dry, so to speak.

Bree greeted her, "Hi Angelica."

"Hi, Bree," the brunette responded with a shy smile.

"Maggie, go wait in line for Big Rosie," Bree instructed. 

"Yes, Mistress," Maggie said, overtly excited. 

Susanne watched in confusion as her sister disappeared towards the washroom. 

Bree continued to ignore the MILF she was trying to seduce as she talked to Angelica. "Please answer all the following questions for me. I need to make a point to the bride-to-be next to be."

"Of course," Angelica responded, really checking out a now self-conscious Susanne.

"First, how old are you?"

"Fifty-one."

"How long have you been married?"

"Twenty-eight years next month."

"How many kids do you have?"

"Three."

"Are you happily married?"

"Extremely."

"Yet, you are craving the privilege of falling to your knees, crawling under my table and eating my cunt, aren't you?"

Susanne watched in utter silence, secretly fascinated by the power of Bree and a small part of her wishing she was Angelica.

"Desperately, Bree. I would love to eat your hot cunt," Angelica responded, not remotely embarrassed by the absurdity of the confession. She then looked directly at Susanne and added, "Unless you would like to. It is your bachelorette party."

Susanne shook her head no in humiliation, desperate to deny the inner torment spreading throughout her.

Angelica asked one more time, "Are you sure?"

Susanne again shook her head no.

Bree impatiently ordered, "Get to work, slut."

Angelica looked at Susanne and said, "Your loss," and dropped to her knees and crawled under the table. 

As the older married woman began pleasing Bree, Bree explained, giving the odd moan of pleasure, "You see Susanne, you can be married and still play the other side."

Susanne completely out of her element and hornier than she would want to let on, said, "I need to go to the washroom."

Bree pointed to the right and said, "Be careful, there are a lot of predators looking for fresh meat."

Susanne looked fretfully towards Bree before she made her way to the bathroom. When Susanne reached the bathroom, she saw her sister was in line, behind two other women, to a stall even though there were two other open stalls. Curious as to why this was the case, she walked over to her sister and asked, "Maggie, why are you waiting in line?"

Maggie looked directly into her sister's eyes, "I am waiting for my turn to please Big Rosie."

Susanne was perplexed by her sister's words and startled to hear the echoing sound of an orgasm coming from the stall her sister was waiting in line for. Suddenly the light bulb flickered on and she realized where Big Rosie was. 

Maggie said, "She has the most delicious pussy in the world. People wait in line here every night for the opportunity to taste her perfect nectar. If you want to watch there are peepholes on both sides of the stall."

Susanne watched as the stall door opened and a young redhead came out of the stall, her make-up a mess and her face shiny. Susanne continued to stare in morbid curiosity as a skinny black girl in her 30s, give or take, entered the stall. After the stall closed she stared at the short, chubby, Asian girl next in line until the Asian said, "It's not polite to stare, my pretty; if I hadn't been in line for forty-five minutes already, I would devour you whole."

Susanne blushed rose red and looked nervously at her sister who added, "You are very popular, aren't you?"

Susanne, realizing she had to pee very soon, went to the only open stall unoccupied, to the immediate left of Big Rosie. She closed the door and quickly sat on the toilet. As she peed she heard the foul mouth and sexual sounds of Rosie like: "That's it slut, suck my big clit," and "Faster bitch, this isn't no lovemaking session." Susanne listened in an exotic trance long after she finished peeing as she wondered what Rosie looked like. She fought hard to not look, but curiosity got the better of her and she leaned forward and looked through the peephole. She couldn't believe what she saw. Rosie was an extremely large black woman with breasts larger than Susanne could even fathom a woman having. Susanne stared at Rosie's long nipples and could feel her own pussy getting excited when Rosie announced, "Looks like we have a fan." Susanne quickly moved away, trying to regroup. Rosie continued, "Bitch don't go away, get back here and watch. You know you want to."

But by that time, Susanne had already stood up and was already unlocking her stall. When she exited, she heard Rosie call, "You'll be back, they always come back."

The Asian smiled, "Enjoy the show?"

Susanne walked past the Asian and her sister, who she was sure had a smirk on her face. Susanne went directly to the table where Bree seemed to be alone. Susanne attempted to see if that slut woman was still under the table but couldn't tell. 

Bree smiled as soon as Susanne returned and asked, "Did anyone hit on you?"

Susanne asked, adamant to leave, "Where is my purse? I am out of here."

Bree's smile didn't falter. She commanded, "Susanne sit down now."

Susanne stubbornly didn't move as Bree's smile faded just a touch. This time she ordered, a tone daring the bride-to-be to question her, "Susanne, you do not want to get on my bad side. Sit down, now."

Susanne hesitated, but scared of what Bree might do, obeyed.

Without any warning, Bree leaned in and kissed Susanne. Susanne was surprised first by the sudden aggressive sexual contact, and then second by how warm the co-ed's lips were and how passionate the kiss was. Thirdly, she was shocked at the fact that she didn't want the kiss to end. Instead of breaking away like any good Christian girl, about to be married, should do, she opened her mouth and allowed Bree's tongue to slip between her lips. The kiss went on for what seemed like both an eternity of bliss and just a millisecond of pleasure, an oxymoron that was completely inexplicable to all but Susanne herself. When Bree broke the kiss, Susanne, reacting, attempted to pull Bree back in. Bree smiled, "All in good time, my dear."

Susanne opened her eyes, coming to full grips with what had just occurred. 

Bree, her smile still pasted on her face, moved her hand under Susanne's skirt and went directly to her panty-covered crotch. Bree asked, "Why are you wearing thigh high stockings, my dear?"

Susanne, hypnotized by Bree's eyes and distracted by the warmth of Bree's touch down below, answered honestly, and embarrassingly, "Because you told me it was sexy before."

"So you wanted to please me," Bree asked, as her finger gently traced the wet pussy lips through the sheer panty.

"Yes, no, I don't know," a confused, distracted and increasingly horny Susanne responded.

"Oh you do," Bree purred, "You have obeyed, whether you want to admit it or not, everything I have asked."

Susanne moaned slightly as Bree put just a touch more pressure on Susanne's cunt.

"You have had dreams about me, haven't you?" Bree inquired.

"Yes," Suzanne admitted, no longer making eye contact with the co-ed seductress.

"You have masturbated, thinking about me, haven't you?" Bree continued the humiliating questioning.

"Yes," whispered Susanne, still with her head down, eyes closed and breathing getting heavier.

"Are you horny, Susanne?" Bree asked, knowing full well the answer to the question, her finger feeling the wetness beginning to seep through the thin underwear.

"Yes," Susanne once again confirmed.

"Do you want me to get you off, Susanne?" Bree asked, her finger slipping past the underwear and to the bride-to-be's wet pussy lips.

A loud moan escaped Susanne's lips and she opened her eyes to see Bree inches away. Susanne hesitated only briefly before giving herself to the pretty co-ed, "Yes, Bree, please get me off."

Bree slid a finger inside the horny and distracted MILF and explained, as Susanne let out a sudden scream, "I will give you pleasure you can't even begin to imagine, but you must submit to me."

Susanne, no longer thinking logically, answered quickly, "OK."

Bree began to pump her finger in and out of her latest seduction's pussy, "I don't want you to submit now while intoxicated. There is no fun in that. You must submit to me when you are sober and thinking clearly." Bree pulled her finger out of Susanne and put it to her lips and added, "Hmmm, you taste just like your sister."

Susanne, confused at this sudden change, pleaded, "Please, don't stop."

Bree kissed Susanne hard, then suggested, "I want you to submit to me on your wedding day, in your wedding dress."

"Oh my God," Susanne responded, "you can't be serious."

Bree quickly retorted, "Deadly." Her finger went back under the dress and back into the MILF's wet pussy.

Susanne moaned, again distracted, but said, "I can't do that."

Bree hooked her finger inside Susanne's box of warmth, easily finding Susanne's g-spot, "Yes you can and yes you will." Bree put pressure on Susanne's g-spot and just as Susanne was about to have an orgasm, Bree pulled her finger out and stood up. Bree looked at the dishevelled and horny bride-to-be MILF and said, "I should get going, my dear. The limo will take you home whenever you are ready." Bree simply walked away and out the front door.

Susanne watched in frustrated devastation as the co-ed left her on the brink of an intense orgasm. Unable to resist her own desires, she closed her eyes and decided to finish what Bree had started. Her hand went under her dress and she began to rebuild the orgasm that had begun to subside. A minute into her own self-pleasure she was startled as she felt hands push her legs apart, followed by hot breath under her skirt. She opened her eyes, but couldn't see anything; she assumed it was Bree finishing what she started. She let out a moan as the woman under the table pulled Susanne's panties to the side and began licking. Susanne, although close to orgasmic bliss, looked around to see if anyone else was watching. No one seemed to be, so she simply closed her eyes and let the pleasure build. It took less than two minutes, although it was the greatest two minutes of her sexual life, for Susanne to have her most intense orgasm she had ever felt. She unconsciously pushed the mystery girl's head deeper into her exploding cunt to get even more pleasure from this naughty act. The pleasure spread from her toes, all the way through her body, and seemed to last forever. When the orgasm began to subside, she let go of the girl's head and collapsed back. 

Susanne waited to see who the giver of her most pleasurable orgasm ever was. The girl underneath the table slowly moved from beneath Susanne's legs, her tongue sliding down Susanne's thigh. Much to Susanne's surprise, she felt the mystery girl put both hands on her hips and pull at her underwear. Susanne lifted up her ass and felt her underwear slide down her legs.

A few seconds later, the giver of pleasure crawled out from underneath the table and revealed herself. 

Susanne stared at her in stunned shock. This girl could not be twenty-one. Susanne even doubted she was eighteen. The adorable cute girl broke the awkward silence as she introduced herself, "Hi, my name is Jenny. My Mistress, Megan, over there suggested I come and help you. I hope you didn't mind."

Susanne looked over to where the young girl pointed and saw a beautiful redhead looking directly at her. The redhead blew Susanne a kiss. Susanne asked, in a stutter, praying the answer was at least eighteen, "H-h-h-how old are you, Jenny?"

Jenny smiled, "I'm eighteen, ma'am."

Susanne gave a sigh of relief and said, "Thank God."

Jenny, in her sweet innocent way, said, "Thank you for allowing me to please you. You have a delicious pussy. I hope you don't mind but my Mistress instructed I return with your panties."

Jenny began to walk away, but Susanne, before she could even stop herself said, "Jenny."

Jenny stopped and looked at Susanne, "Yes, ma'am."

"My name is Susanne. And thank you."

Jenny's eyes lit up, "You are very welcome. It was a pleasure pleasuring you." She gave Susanne a corny wave and went back to her table. (To read more about Jenny and her Mistress Megan read the Bedding the Babysitter series)

Susanne watched Jenny leave and tried to bring herself back to reality. She wondered what social etiquette was after such an experience. As she pondered this, her cell phone rang. Susanne checked the caller id and saw it was her fiancé. Mortified she took a deep breath and answered, "Hi, honey." The brief conversation brought her back to reality and once she finished talking to Todd, she stood up and decided to leave. She thought about checking on her sister, but figured fuck it, she could get her own ride home. Susanne shot the rest of her drink, grabbed her purse and headed out. She took one last glance at Jenny, gave her a thank you smile and exited the club.

During the ride home, she decided there was no way she could see Bree before her wedding. It was the only way to guarantee she didn't submit to the powerful seductress.

8.THE WEDDING DAY: THE FINAL SUBMISSION

Susanne was at the church, dressed in her white thong, white garter, white bra, white stockings, white heels and, of course, white dress. Her hair was immaculate and she looked radiant. Outside she looked ready for the wedding that was to begin in one hour. Inside she kept nervously looking at the clock that seemed to have stopped moving, worried for the impending and assumed arrival of Bree. 

Almost as if on cue, there was a knock on the door and Bree came in, dressed in a beautiful aqua blue dress and mocha coloured stockings. Bree gave Maggie a look and Maggie immediately left the room, closing the door behind her.

Bree sauntered over to the bride and asked, "So have you had time to consider my very generous offer?"

Susanne looked away as she muttered, almost inaudibly, "Yes, I have and I just can't."

Bree explained, "I know what you need Susanne. Your body craves submission to me. Although you have guilt over betraying your husband, you can't resist. We can play this game, but I know, and you know, that I am right."




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Susanne looked directly into Bree's eyes and attempted to refute Bree's explanation. But the truth was Bree was completely correct. As much as a part of her wanted to go back to before she met Bree and the time when her life made sense, a much bigger part of her was thankful for the aggressive attack by Bree. Deep down she knew she was desperate to submit and feel the complete thrill of letting go and accepting fate. Susanne mumbled, "It's just...."

Bree grabbed Susanne's hand and interrupted, "This is a one-time offer, Susanne. There is no going back if you say no. You will spend your whole life wondering what if. Is that what you want?" Bree slowly used her thumb to caress gently Susanne's hand.

Susanne's hand went numb and her will weakened instantly as she thought back to the past few days and how every waking thought was dominated by her potential submission. Every night she had one mind blowing orgasm after another as she replayed the bachelorette party and her somewhat submission. She couldn't let go of how good she felt to be touched by Bree and how badly she wanted to obey her that night. All those feelings came flooding back as Bree continued her gentle touching. Susanne, after a long silence, whispered, "No."

Bree whispered back, teasingly, "No what, my dear?"

"No, I don't want to live my life wondering," Susanne answered, her face burning with shame.

Bree pushed Susanne onto a black couch and asked, "Are you ready to submit to me?"

Bree lifted up the dress and put her hand at the bride's crotch. Susanne kept her head down as she whispered, "Yes."

"You understand that you will be at my disposal at any moment I expect you?" Bree clarified.

Susanne again whimpered, "Yes."

Bree slipped a finger into the MILF's damp pussy and Susanne immediately let out a loud relieved moan. Bree had never once eaten out a sub first, but this would be a first. She asked, "Do you want me to eat your pussy right now, in church, on your wedding day?"

Susanne knew the logical answer was no, but logic had long ago left the equation. She begged, "Yes, please."

Bree leaned forward, moved the thong to the side, and extended her tongue, making contact on her new sub's pussy. Bree licked and probed and teased as Susanne attempted to keep her moans quiet. But Bree's expert tongue was no match for decency and soon Susanne let go of all inhibitions and began to let the pleasure take over. Susanne's moans increased as Bree' s intense focus increased. And for the second time in just over a week, Susanne came from the touch of a woman, this time, completely sober, aware and in control of her own decisions. 

Her scream was loud enough to potentially be heard from outside the room, but Maggie was outside guarding the door as her sister submitted and joined Bree's growing family harem. Maggie couldn't help but smile as she listened to her saint of a sister succumb to her lustful desires, just like Maggie herself had. Maggie also knew it was only a matter of time before Bree had Maggie serve Susanne or, hopefully, Susanne serve Maggie. 

Susanne, now satisfied in a way she could never imagine possible, watched as Bree stood up, lifted up her dress, revealing a shaved pussy and no underwear. 

Bree smiled, "It is time for you to submit to your Mistress, to taste your first pussy, my dear."

Susanne looked up at the powerful Goddess and obeyed, getting off the couch and onto her knees. She stared directly at the young, ripe pussy and wondered what she was supposed to do. Bree, seeing Susanne's confused tentativeness, grabbed the bride's perfectly done hair and her perfectly painted face and pulled her in. Susanne instinctively began licking. It was awkward, particularly with Bree standing, but Susanne was now desperate to make Bree feel good and also desperate to do it quickly; the fear of getting caught in the back of her mind. Attempting to replicate the pleasure Bree had given her; she used her finger and slid it inside the young woman.

Bree instantly moaned, thrilled by the official completion of her latest conquest, "That's it, my dear, lick my pussy. You will be a very good little cunt pleaser, won't you?"

Susanne heard the words, but ignored them as she continued her focus on bringing a woman to an orgasm for the first time. She pumped her finger in and out quickly, while she sucked on Bree's clit and licked as well. 

Bree overwhelmed by the pretty bride's final submission came quicker than she usually did, letting out a gush of pussy juice onto the bride-to-be's face. 

Susanne continued to lick, surprised by how sweet the pussy juice was. It was not at all unpleasant, but on the contrary, rather tasty and addictive. She briefly wondered if all pussies tasted the same, but let that thought disappear as absurd. She considered how each man's semen she had swallowed all had distinctly different tastes. 

Once the orgasm finished, Bree let go of her new sub's head, "That was good for a first time, my dear. You will make a good little slave for me."

Susanne blushed, insulted at being called a slave and thrilled that she had pleased Bree. She remained silent, unsure what to say to such an absurd statement.

Bree looked at the clock, "You have fifteen minutes to get ready my slut."

Susanne cringed at being called a slut, but as she considered the harsh word she realized she was. She was getting married in fifteen minutes to a man she loved and yet here she was on her knees, in her wedding dress, eating pussy. Such cold hard facts shook her foundation. 

Bree pulled her up as Susanne began to cry. Bree comforted, "It's ok."

Susanne babbled, tears streaming down her face, "I should cancel the wedding. I can't marry him now. Not when I clearly have feelings for you too."

Bree hugged Susanne. After a minute of comfort, Bree explained, "Susanne you will always be mine. But I will always be a free spirit. You will marry Todd and live a semi-normal life. Nothing will change other than the fact that you will not only have a husband, you will also have a Mistress. Do you understand?"

Susanne, the tears finally beginning to stop, mumbled, "Yes."

"Yes what?" Bree asked.

"Yes, Mistress Bree," Susanne corrected.

"Good. Now so you are thinking of me as you say 'I do', I got you a little gift," Bree began as she went to her purse. She came back with a small round egg. She ordered, "Lift up your skirt, my bride slut."

Susanne nervously obeyed and watched as Bree inserted rather easily the small toy inside her pussy. Susanne let out a small muffled noise, but said nothing.

Bree grabbed her purse and pressed a button. Susanne instantly jumped as she felt vibrations begin pulsing inside her. In a heartbeat, her horniness began to escalate again. Bree just as quickly shut it off. "This will stay in you until I or someone else comes to retrieve it, understood?"

'Someone else' Susanne pondered in an anxiety filled panic, but instead replied, "Yes, Mistress Bree."

"Lastly, every new sub must complete one final task to become a true sub under my control," Bree announced.

Susanne let out a quiet sigh as she pondered the true meaning to Bree's words. Susanne asked nervously, "And what will that be?"

"You will see later today," Bree teased, foreshadowing one last humiliating submission.

"OK, Mistress Bree, I look forward to any task you see fit for me to do," Susanne said, now completely smitten with her Mistress and far past any sort of resistance.

"Good slut," Bree purred and added, "You better get ready, you are under ten minutes to showtime."

Susanne checked the time and then the mirror and panicked. Susanne began to head to the side bathroom when Bree added, "Now my dear, you may fix your hair and touch up your make-up, but don't you dare reapply any lipstick. The first time you kiss your new husband, I want the taste of my pussy on your lips and tongue. Is that clear?"

Understanding that she was completely at the whim of her powerful, but caring, Mistress she agreed, "Crystal clear, Mistress."

"Good," Bree said, and knocked on the door three times. Maggie instantly opened it and Bree said, "She is all yours Maggie."

Maggie smiled, "She submitted?"

Bree just gave an 'are-you-really-asking-me-that-question' look and walked out.

9.THE WEDDING : ONE LAST CONQUEST

Three times during the ceremony Bree turned on the toy and watched in perverse humour watching her new sub react. The first time when the bride walked up the aisle; the second time during the new sub's vows and the third time just before her slut was about to say her 'I-do's'.

During pictures, Bree on a few occasions turned the toy back on, including one hilarious sequence during the groom and bride pictures when she kept turning it on and off, over and over, making Susanne so distracted she couldn't focus.

The game continued during the supper and speeches and finally Bree left it on during the whole first dance. Once the dance was under way for all guests, Bree sauntered her way over to Edith, Susanne's Mom, and sat down with her. Bree smiled, thinking she was potentially minutes away from seducing three generations in one family. She put her hand on Edith's leg, "Edith, you look amazing. If I look half as good as you when I am your age, I will be thrilled."

Edith ate up the compliment, "Oh Bree, you sweetheart. I would give anything to look like you again."

Bree said, her hand moving up the grandma's leg, "Edith, I am going to be very frank with you."

Edith looked at Bree with nervous trepidation, "Ok."

"I want you to come up to my hotel room right now so I can fuck you," Bree said deadly serious.

Edith looked around to make sure no one heard the forward proposal before answering shyly, "I can't leave my daughter's wedding."

Bree smiled and said, "Edith, I wasn't asking you if you wanted to come upstairs, I was telling you to come upstairs."

Edith blushed, but said nothing, as she considered the flattering, but surprising proposal. She hadn't had sex with her husband in over a year, due to his erection dysfunction issues and the thought of someone being interested in her, especially someone as attractive as Bree, was beyond exciting. Plus although Edith had never had sex with a woman, she had always been curious and often pleasured herself at home reading lesbian sex stories. 

Bree stood up and suggested, in a tone that made it clear it was not a suggestion, but an order, "I am in room 723. I expect you up there in ten minutes. Don't be late." Bree left, leaving the attractive grandma alone and lost in thought. 

Edith sat alone, debating the pros and cons of Bree's very powerful suggestion. After a couple of minutes of consideration, she had made up her mind. Edith looked around and saw that no one seemed to be watching her. She watched her just married daughter dancing with her dad. If she was going to disappear for a while without detection, it was probably now or never. She stood up and quickly, without looking back, like she was involved in a jailbreak and was on the run from the cops, left the room and went to the elevator.

Edith did one last looked around to make sure no one saw her getting into the elevator. Content no one noticed, she pressed 7 and ascended up to her unknown, but exciting, fate. Once off the elevator, she went directly to room 723. She paused in front of the door for a minute or two, wavering slightly. But before she could change her mind, she knocked on the door. 

Bree beckoned, "Come in."

Edith entered and was shocked by what she saw. Bree was naked, wearing only thigh highs and a six inch strap-on cock. Bree suggested, "You should probably close the door." Edith realizing she had not yet done so, quickly closed it, locking it as well. Bree ordered, "Take off your dress Edith, we have a limited amount of time to play."

Edith was suddenly overwhelmed by the scenario. She stood still, like a statue, unable to move. 

Bree, knowing she had to do this a little differently, walked over to Edith and kissed her. 

Edith instantly melted and allowed the co-ed's tongue to slip into her mouth. Her whole body weakened by the touch of the pretty girl and she didn't resist when she felt a hand unzip the back of her dress. She was completely at the mercy of Abby's friend. She stood anxiously as the dominant co-ed broke the kiss and took off Edith's dress. 

Bree looked at the still amazing body of the 61 year old mother of her two slaves and surprised to see the grandma wearing thigh highs. Bree complimented, "Wow, Edith, thigh high stockings. Very sexy."

Edith blushed, "Yes, well I had never worn them before today. I asked Maggie yesterday to get me a new pair of pantyhose for the wedding and this was what she returned with. When I asked why she simply shrugged and said that was all the store had."

"Well your daughter made a darn good choice. You look fucking good enough to eat," Bree announced, very proud of her Sorority House Mother sub. 

Edith, in foreign territory, waited further instruction,. Bree pulled off Edith's panties and while on her knees began licking Edith's gray haired pussy. Edith moaned on contact and opened her legs to allow easier access to her pussy. 

Bree continued to please the grandma for a couple of minutes before she stood up and ordered, "Get over to the bed, Edith."

Edith, now horny and desperate to be fucked, walked hastily to the bed and onto her back.

Bree ordered, "No, no, Edith, get on all fours, I fuck all my subs from behind."

Edith was temporarily thrown by the word sub, but obeyed anyway, eager to have the plastic cock in her. Bree moved behind her and, without any warning, slipped the cock into the third generation slave. She thrusted in and out of the grandma and asked, "Do you like being fucked by me, Edith?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Edith moaned.

"Do you want this to ever happen again?" Bree queried.

"Yes," Edith moaned, barely listening to the questions being asked.

Bree pulled out of the older woman and said, "If you want to come, I expect you to submit to me completely."

Not thinking straight and desperate to have an orgasm she begged, "Please fuck me Bree, I will do anything."

Bree buried the cock deep into the GILF and explained, "I own you from now on. You will obey any request I give, is that understood?"

"Yes," Edith moaned, pushing her ass back on the cock, trying to fuck herself.

Bree held the sixty-one-year-old's hips and added, making the expectations crystal clear, "You will never disobey me."

"Understood," Edith whimpered and begged, "Now please fuck me."

Bree obliged and pumped the GILF's cunt. She fucked her hard and fast and was pleased to hear the new sub's nasty mouth.

"Oh my God, fuck me, fuck me hard," and "Yes, yes, make me your bitch." She held nothing back as her moans, words and screams clearly could be heard by the neighbouring rooms. 

Bree liking the slutty performance of her newest recruit, spurred her on, "Who owns you?"

"Y-y-you do," she struggled to say between hard, fast thrusts.

Bree recognized that her first GILF was close to an orgasm so she sucked on her finger and without any warning slid it into the horny grandma's ass."

"Holy Mother-fucker, I'm coming," she screamed almost immediately after her tight ass was penetrated. "Please don't stop. Fuck me harder, deeper, yes, yes, yesssss."

Bree continued to ravish her slut's cunt and finger fuck her tight ass until Edith collapsed out of pure orgasmic exhaustion. Bree, content with the submission of Edith and the fulfillment of seducing three generations of the same family, smiled to herself in jubilant victory. She took off the toy and positioned herself so she could present her perfect pussy to her sub. 

Edith looked directly at the hard clit and thick pussy lips of her new Mistress and did as she assumed she was supposed to. She moved up and began licking. Although she had never done anything like this before, she had read enough lesbian stories to have a good idea what she should do. She started slowly, getting the pussy wet and allowing the juices to start to flow. She focused on long slow licks that made contact with both sides of the co-ed's pussy lips and then would brush by the clit, just barely touching it, a tease, nothing more. Once Bree's moans began to increase in pacing and volume, Edith slipped not one, but two, fingers inside the young girl's cunt. At first, she moved them in and out slowly, keeping the orgasm on a slow build, and then when she could tell the young girl was getting closer, she hooked her fingers inside the co-ed's cunt and put intense pressure on her g-spot.

Bree screamed, "Yes, fuck, suck my clit, slut, make me come, my whore." Bree's cum exploded out of her and coated the GILF's face with an undeniable shine. 

The grandma kept pressure on the clit until Bree pushed her away because the pressure was too intense and was beginning to tickle. 

Bree looked at her new slave covered in cum, "Are you ready for your final task, my slut?"

Although slightly worried about what it may be, the elderly slut answered, "Anything you command."

Bree loved such declarations and explained, "Your daughter has a vibrating egg in her cunt. I want you to go and retrieve it for me."

Even after submitting to this seductive and irresistible woman, she was quite taken aback by this revelation. The sixty-one-year-old asked for clarification, "Excuse me?"

Bree explained the whole sordid affair. "Your granddaughter Abby has been my sub for most of the semester, your daughter Maggie has been my sub since after Christmas break and the newly married Susanne submitted to me this morning just minutes before her wedding."

"That's what that noise was at the church," Edith blurted, putting the pieces together. She added, ""But why me?"

"You are sexy, and I could tell you desperately needed to get out of your blah routine," Bree added, "Plus having three different generations of one family submit to me was too big a challenge to not try."

"I see," Edith said, looking at the clock, "I really should get back; I have been gone for almost an hour."

"Yes, I suppose we both should," Bree concurred. "You will do the task I requested?"

"Yes, I assume the toy is in Susanne?"

"You assume correctly," Bree agreed as she got off the bed.

"Does Susanne know you planned to seduce me as well?"

"No, but Maggie and Abby did. That is why the thigh highs. Maggie knows my fetish for them."

"I will always wear them for you," Edith said.

"Yes, you will," Bree agreed. "I should also note, I do plan a little lesbian incest orgy for the four of you when slut Susanne returns from her honeymoon." 

"Oh my," the grandma said surprised, as she too began to get dressed.

"Is that a problem?" Bree challenged.

"Well it is rather morally wrong," Edith explained, attempting to change her Mistress's mind.

"Abby and Maggie have munched each other cunts on a few occasions already. And I promised Maggie that she could have Susanne as her personal slave for a weekend in the near future."

"Oh," was all Edith could muster.

Bree deciding that was enough information for the new GILF sub to process, changed the subject abruptly, "You will also keep my juices on your face until bed, understood?"

"Yes," the new sub agreed, although mortified by the potential revealing of her recent naughtiness.

"Now go and get that toy, my slut," Bree gently repeated.

"Yes, Mistress," Edith said for the first time.

Bree watched her leave and texted Maggie and Abby that their Mother and Grandmother, respectively, was returning to the wedding. Bree returned also a couple of minutes later, just in time to see the cutting of the cake. She quickly turned the toy back on and watched with devious pleasure the surprised look on the bride's face.




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Susanne looked up, having not seen Bree for quite a while, and saw Bree's devious smile as the two made eye contact. Bree winked and Susanne looked away, returning to the cutting of the cake.

Once the cake was done, Edith went over to her daughter and whispered in her ear, "I am supposed to retrieve a special little something from you, my love."

Susanne whispered back, her face going white, "She got you too?"

"Yes," Susanne's Mother and Bree's latest conquest replied. 

Susanne looked up at Bree who still had the same smug smile on her face. 

Bree watched as Susanne and Edith disappeared into the bathroom. Bree looked at the clock and was surprised to see it was only ten o'clock. She surveyed the room and saw a pretty attractive older woman talking with Maggie. Bree recalled she was a second cousin somehow. Bree thought to herself, 'The night is still young; I might as well go for the hat trick.'

THE END

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