14 comments/ 95867 views/ 24 favorites Jordan's Mommy Ch. 02 By: lusty Vamp Trying to rest was as fruitless as Jordan's mother knew it would be. As if being left to sleep on the elegantly carpeted yet hard floor with only a blanket and small pillow wasn't humiliating enough, the tall and curvy strawberry blond had been left with her hands locked behind her back. Bound and naked expect for pink stockings, garter belt and six inch high heels the woman found it was impossible to get comfortable even if the inferno between her legs hadn't been raging out of control. The gorgeous older lady's humiliation and jealousy was heightened by the fact that her eighteen year old daughter, Jordan, rested comfortably in the king sized bed only a few feet away. Adding to the woman's dismal state was the blazing sting that radiated from her freshly whipped ass. Even worse was the agonizing torment that emanated from her nipples, which had been cruelly clamped all evening. She knew from experience her poor love buds would remain swollen and discolored for days to come not to mention tender and sore. Yet, the throbbing desire burning between her shapely thighs continued to demand satisfaction. After what seemed like an eternity Mommy relaxed a bit as she listened to Jordan's deep rhythmic breathing. Realizing her daughter was asleep Mommy carefully and quietly tried to give herself the pleasure her body demanded. Awkwardly the 37 year-old woman picked up the vibrating dildo she had been allowed to bring to bed with her. However, given the fact that her wrists were locked securely behind her back she couldn't get the right angle that would allow her to shove the fake dick into her quivering, moist and demanding pussy. Frazzled but not beaten, she found the vibe's on-off switch and flipped it on with her thumb. The plastic and rubber cock instantly came to life with a low buzz. The submissive woman held her breath praying the noise wouldn't awaken her slumbering daughter. With the vibrator firmly between her thighs Mommy rotated her hips slowly as she tried to achieve her ultimate goal. The more Jordan's Mother masturbated herself, the more frustrated she became with her inability to make herself climax. Try as she might, she just couldn't find the magic combination that afforded her the pleasure that she craved. Once again tears began to trickle down Mommy's cheeks. As the battery in the vibe began to die Mommy made one last ditch effort to obtain the pleasure her voluptuous body demanded. She let the fake dick roll free onto the floor and then with a little effort rolled herself over on top of it. She straddled the buzzing vibe and began to hump her hips up and down as if she were fucking a real dick. While this occasionally allowed the vibe to brush Jordan's Mommy's aroused clit it wasn't enough to send her off into the land of bliss she desperately hungered for. As the hellish night wore on Jordan's Mother slept fitfully. Her brief periods of sleep were intermingled with dreams of her daughter and the power that Jordan now welded over her. Even in her sleep, Jordan's mother felt the sting of humiliation at being forced to call her daughter "Mistress Jordan". During the night, Jordan awoke to use the bathroom and smiled with pride as she walked pasted her mother sleeping on the floor. There was no denying that the older woman was gorgeous by any definition of the word. On her return trip Jordan was overcome with the urge to again use her mother's talented tongue. Using her barefoot Jordan kicked her Mommy playfully in the side. "Roll over onto your back, you old cunt, I want to use your mouth," Jordan demanded coldly. In her dazed state, Jordan's Mommy heard the foggy words but was slow to respond. Jordan kicked her again not so playfully, "Don't make me repeat myself, Mommy." Jordan's mother struggled onto her back as Jordan demanded and the young woman wasted no time in straddling her mother's head with her knees facing her mother's high-heel clad feet. Without a word Jordan lowered her hips until her juicy pussy was mashed down on her mother's face. "Use your tongue," Jordan demanded, "Make me cum, you dirty old cunt sucker. Make your daughter cum." The awful words stung the older woman's pride but Jordan's mother, out of options hours ago, did the only thing she could. Now fully awake, Jordan's mother attacked her daughter's drenched pussy with fake eagerness. For the next 15 minutes Jordan rode her mother's face like a barrel racing cowgirl rides her horse, hard and fast. For her part, Jordan's Mommy worked her tongue with an enthusiasm she didn't feel. Yet she realized that failing to bring her daughter the pleasure she demanded simply wasn't an option, without risking another painful punishment session. With that incentive, Jordan's Mother drove her tongue deeper and deeper into her daughter's quaking love hole. Jordan's pleasure continued to mount as her mother tongued fucked her leaking pussy. Soon Jordan wasn't able to contain her joy as her hips began to jerk up and down on her mother's face. Then with a guttural scream of pure passion, Jordan began to cum. The intensity of her orgasm was overwhelming, and she began to bounce her hips up and down on her mother's still sucking mouth and tongue. Jordan's mother increased her efforts until Jordan was cumming wildly. Jordan was held tightly in the jaws of unrelenting joy for nearly five minutes as her body shook uncontrollably as it was slammed with each seceding wave of maddening pleasure. The thrill of it all was intensified knowing that it was her own mother that provided the carnal pleasure. As Jordan's climaxes began to subside her mother continued to slowly work her tongue, cleaning the delicious juices from the girl's shapely thighs. For more than ten minutes Jordan allowed her mother to minister to her thoroughly pleasured young pussy. Then without a word, Jordan got to her feet and returned to bed. The face ride she gave her beautiful daughter only served to increase the blazing fire between Jordan's mother's legs exponentially. With were pussy throbbing like never before, the thoroughly exhausted woman drifted into oblivion and the wicked dreams of humiliation and abuse that haunted her. Just a few hours later Jordan's mother was startled awake by Jordan, "Wake up, cunt. It's time to start your day and we have lots to do." Jordan's Mommy opened her dazzling blue eyes and in her foggy state sensed something tossed near her on the floor. Finally able to focus she realized it was a key. Jordan lounged comfortably in the huge king sized bed. "Go ahead and free yourself, Mommy," Jordan ordered matter-of-factly. With no little effort her mother crawled to where she could pick up the key to her hand-cuffs. As she awkwardly struggled to unlock the cuffs behind her back Jordan causally gave instructions. "When you've freed yourself, Mommy, I want you to go and shower." Mommy's pussy had also awoken with its own demeaning demands. The throbbing was nearly unbearable as Jordan's Mommy listened to her new Mistress. Finally realizing that Jordan now controlled her life in every aspect, including her sexual fate, the older woman concluded that she must do anything and everything to please her daughter hoping that she would earn her own pleasure in return. With that in mind Mommy responded with a polite and cheerful, "Yes, Mistress ... Mistress Jordan." "Use Alan's bathroom," Jordan continued. Alan was Jordan's 21 year old brother who would soon be returning from college for summer recess. "Fact you'll be moving into the room across the hall," Jordan went on with a smirk. Still fumbling with the key behind her back, Mommy's gorgeous eyes popped wide open as she stammered, "But ... but that ... that is Alan's room." Jordan answered coolly, "Well, yes it is, slut. You don't mind sharing a room with your son while he is home do you, Mommy?" It was clear Jordan's Mommy had a problem with it, a big problem, but she answered the only way she could, "No ... no ... no, Mistress Jordan, I don't have a problem with sharing." "That's good, you dirty old slut, as if it matters," Jordan replied coldly. At that moment her mother finally freed herself. "Now after you shower, cunt, I want you to put on your make-up. Lots and lots of make-up, understand, bitch." "Yes, Mistress Jordan, I understand." "So much make-up in fact that you look exactly like the gutter whore you are," Jordan continued. "Of course, Mistress Jordan, of course. I won't disappoint you." Christiana assured her daughter "Good, now get what you need from the Master Bathroom and put that fat ass of yours in gear," Jordan demanded. "When, you're finished, Mommy, wake me." "Of course, Mistress Jordan." Jordan's Mommy got slowly to her feet and quickly retrieved all her grooming products from the bathroom as Jordan had directed. Then she walked quickly out of the Master Bedroom, which until last night had been hers alone, and down the hall to the common bathroom. Jordan's Mommy didn't waste any time stripping off her stockings, garter-belt and high-heels. She was ready for the cleansing effect of the shower water. Quickly she set the water flow to a nice relaxing and steamy temp then stepped into the stall and closed the door. Before stepping into the inviting shower Mommy grabbed one of Alan's razors from the vanity. For a short time the voluptuous woman allowed the hot soothing water to splash of her lush body. For a moment her aches and pains disappeared. However, her simple pleasure was short lived as she was jolted back to reality. Lathering a wash cloth Jordan's Mommy began by scrubbing her face. Then she used the cloth to clean her ripe body from head to toe. When she was done, she went back and scrubbed the slit between her thighs again to make sure her most private area was squeaky clean. Then she took Alan's razor and gently shaved her still throbbing pussy mound making sure it was soft and smooth as a baby's behind. Jordan's new property then turned her attention to her stunning shoulder length strawberry hair (which she felt was her most exceptional attribute). It took her several minutes to shampoo and condition her hair. After making sure to rinse off completely, Jordan's Mommy turned off the shower and allowed herself to drip dry for a full minute before stepping out of the shower stall and grabbing a full sized bath towel. Jordan's Mommy didn't waste any time wrapping a towel around her hair and then patting her body dry. Then she rubbed moisturizing cream all over her ripe body making her summer complexion glisten invitingly. After that, she used a blow drier to finish drying her hair. Then she hastily put back on the few items of lingerie which were quickly becoming something of a uniform. After putting on her pink garter-belt, stockings and 6 inch high-heels Jordan's Mommy turned her attention to her make-up. Remembering what her daughter had said about heavy make-up, Jordan's Mommy went about putting her face on. She doubled and tripled the amount of eye shadow and eye liner she would normally use then added a little more before putting on her mascara. Then she added a layer of foundation and highlighted her chiseled cheek bones with an ample amount of rose blush. Finally, she added a double layer of red lip gloss that accented her sparkling blue eyes and strawberry blond hair. Finally finished, Jordan's Mommy took inventory of her handy work, as the older woman looked into the mirror. She was mildly shocked by the whorish image she saw staring back at her. In the mirror looking back at her was a slut whose mere appearance shouted, "Tramp". Jordan's Mommy allowed herself a split second of pride, having created a look that she was sure Jordan would find pleasing. If her new Mistress wanted a gutter whore, she was about to get one. For certain Jordan's Mommy's new look silently screamed 'I'm a dirty whore ... and I want to fuck ... god damn it I need to fuck ... I need to fucking cum'. Taking a deep breath, Mommy turned around and walked briskly out of the bathroom and down the hall toward her resting daughter and the unknown. Mommy's ripe melons bounced merrily as the older woman walked, and her perky nipples stiffened; betraying her pent-up lust. As Jordan's Mother entered the master bedroom, she walked quickly to the king sized bed where her daughter continued to cat nap. "Jor," the older woman started then quickly corrected herself, "Mistress Jordan, I've finished my shower." Jordan slowly opened her sparkling eyes and looked her mother's naked body up and down critically. With a tone of amusement in her voice, Jordan smiled and said, "You know, Mommy, you really do have a gorgeous body. It's no wonder Daddy was so proud of you and loved showing you off. " Then changing the subject, Jordan added, "I am also glad to see that your make-up is nearly perfect. You really do look like a cheap white trash whore." Jordan's Mother wasn't about to do or say anything that might upset her daughter. The last thing Jordan's Mommy wanted was a repeat of last evening's cruel punishment session. Besides, the older woman reasoned, if she totally pleased her daughter in every respect, followed every order eagerly and to the letter, pleasured her every way she demanded and showed her proper respect at all times may-be, just may-be, her young daughter would have mercy on her and help relieve the throbbing hunger that burned unabated between her creamy white thighs. With that hope in mind, Mommy responded cheerfully with a sexy smile, "Thank you, Mistress Jordan." Smiling lazily from the king sized bed she rested in, Jordan directed, "Mommy, get your slut collar and lock it on." Then the dominate young woman added, "And, while you're at it, slut, lock a pair of leather cuffs on each of your wrists and bring me a six-inch length of chain with locks." Without hesitation Jordan's Mother responded almost cheerfully, "Of course, Mistress Jordan, at once." As her mommy turned and walked towards the walk-in closet where all her bondage gear was stored Jordan delighted in the sight of the wiggle of the older woman's tight ass as she rushed to obey her orders. In just a matter of a minute or two the older woman returned with a three inch wide black leather collar locked securely around her slender neck. In addition she wore matching black leather cuffs around her wrists which were also locked in place with small but very stout pad locks. In her right hand the submissive older woman carried a short length of chrome chain. Jordan's Mother walked quickly to the bed where her daughter reclined comfortably, ignoring the provocative swinging of her ample titties. "Come here, bitch," Jordan demanded. Her mother obeyed quickly and silently. As the mature woman stood next to the bed Jordan ordered, "Lock that chain to the cuff on your right wrist, slave." Jordan's Mother again complied just as quickly as she could, locking the chain in place with another pad lock. "Give me the other lock, Christina, and turn around," Jordan's Mother hated it when her daughter used her given name, but said nothing as she fulfilled the young girls command. "Down on your knees, whore," Jordan ordered. Her mother dropped to her knees without question or thought. "Put your right wrist behind your back, Christina," Jordan ordered. Again Jordan's mother obeyed without a word. Jordan rolled over to the edge of the bed and grabbed the free end of the chain which dangled from the leather cuff locked to Christina's right wrist. Jordan then pulled the chain along with her mother's wrist high up her back until she was able to lock the free end of the chain to a metal hook on the leather collar the older woman wore around her neck. Once this was done, Mommy's right wrist was pinned uselessly high up the middle of her back. Rolling back to the middle of the bed, Jordan admired the simple bondage that confined her mother. "There you go, Mommy," Jordan beamed with pride, "that should allow you enough freedom to do your bitch chores while constantly reminding you of exactly what you are." Then added with a smirk, "You do remember what you are don't you, Christina?" "Ohhh god yes, Mistress Jordan," Christina's eagerness to please was quite evident in her voice, "I am your slut ... your pleasure slut, Mistress Jordan." Pleased with her gorgeous mother's answer, Jordan smiled broadly and said, "You may stand, Mother, and go run water for my bath. You know how I like it don't you, Christina?" The older woman had to again grit her teeth for fear of making an offensive comment when Jordan once again used her given name. Fighting down the words she knew would only earn a cruel punishment, Christina answered with a cheerfulness she certainly didn't feel, "Yes, Jor ... Mistress Jordan, I know exactly how you like your bath." "That's really great, Christina, because I expect it to be perfect," Jordan said than added as an after though, "Just so there is no misunderstanding, Mommy, I expect perfection with everything you do from now on ... no excuses. When the water is ready call me." Christina was already turning towards the Master Bathroom as she answered submissively, "Yes, Mistress Jordan. I totally understand." Jordan's mother found it difficult working with one arm bound securely behind her back, but she worked as quickly as her limitations allowed. After turning on the water to start filling the luxury garden sized tub she retrieved bubble bath and bath oil tablets from the vanity. Dropping the tabs into the tub to begin working their magic, she opened the linen closet and took out her most elegant bath towel which she knew Jordan adored. After making sure the water was at both the level and temperature which she knew Jordan would find most pleasing, she turned off the water and returned to the bedroom where her daughter continued to lounge lazily. In as cheerful a voice as she could manage Christina announced, "Mistress, your bath is ready." Jordan beamed brightly as she slowly got out of bed and began to walk rather briskly towards the master bathroom. As she walked, Jordan pulled the large mannish t-shirt -which she had worn to bed- off over her head revealing the beauty of her naked youthful body. Christina couldn't take her eyes off the enchanting sight. Her mother's obvious attention didn't go unnoticed by her daughter. Absent mindedly Jordan dropped the t-shirt on the floor as she walked gracefully into the bathroom followed closely by her mother. Christina offered her free arm to help steady Jordan as she stepped into the perfumed water of the bath tub. Brightly Jordan's mother offered, "I hope you enjoy your bath, Mistress." In the blink of an eye - with one foot in the tub and one out - Jordan turned towards her mother and bitch slapped her hard across the older woman's left cheek. "Speak only when you are spoken to, Mommy. That's a rule." While Christina's spirit was hurt by both the stinging slang and her daughter's cold words, the mature woman responded with humility, still eager to gain Jordan's mercy, "Of course, Mistress Jordan. Please forgive your Mommy for her impudence. It will never happen again, Mistress." With a dismissive, "Yea, whatever," Jordan settled herself into the warm, soothing water of her bath. As she began to revel in the luxury of her bubble bath, she looked up at Christina and marveled at her mature beauty. The long curvaceous thighs flared perfectly into her softly rounded hips which in turn tapered into a most feminine waist line. Her flat, hard belly betrayed the fact that she had given birth twice. Then there was those scrumptious melon sized titties that Jordan's father had adored so much along with rather smallish nipples. Christina's shoulder length golden locks framed her heart shaped face giving her an air of girlish innocence. She had the chiseled chin and high cheek bones of a run-way model. And her smallish mouth with their puffy full lips accented an only slightly upturned nose. Her high arching eye brows and long lashes added elegant glamour to her sparking hazel blue eyes. In short even at 37 years of age Jordan's mother had the trim feminine figure and gorgeous good looks that millions of much younger women would simply kill for. Jordan's Mommy Ch. 02 "Make yourself useful, Mommy," Jordan purred as she enjoyed the tingly sensations of the warm bath water, "and get me a large glass of orange juice." Still wishing to please with all her heart and thus avoid Jordan's deadly wrath, Christina responded with all the enthusiasm she could muster, "Yes, Mistress Jordan, at once." As her mother turned to leave the bathroom on her errand, Jordan added with a smirk, "You do know how I like my OJ don't you, Mommy?" "Yes, Mistress Jordan, you like it freshly squeezed," Jordan's mother answered over her shoulder as she briskly walked from the room. Christina all but ran down the hall and then the steps leading to the first floor in her rush to please her daughter. She did her best to ignore her freely bouncing titties, but it was impossible and she was overcome by a sense of humiliation and shame that burned to the center of her being. She hated herself for how easily she had submitted to her daughter's domination. But, she was forced to admit, at least to herself, that Jordan's control and power over her made her tingle all over like a schoolgirl on her first date. Jordan's mother hurried but still found her task agonizingly slow going since she was only able to work with her free left hand. The task of squeezing orange juice was made even more irksome and difficult by the fact that she was naturally right handed. Yet, she did the best she could. After washing her hand -- which was a chore in itself -- she began slicing the oranges in half and then hand squeezed them into a 10 ounce glass. When the glass was filled, Christina took it in her left hand and hurried back upstairs not bothering to clean up her mess. Jordan's Mommy was panting breathlessly by the time she walked into the bathroom where Jordan continued to relax in the fragrant water of her bath. With an evil glint in her eye, Jordan asked, "What took you so long, Mommy," as her mother handed her the glass of orange juice. Blushing brightly Christina tried to parry Jordan's rebuke, "I ... hurried as fast as I could, Mistress Jordan." With a wicked smile on her lovely lips, Jordan reassured her mother, "I know you did, sweetie," then took a sip of the tangy juice and added cheerfully, "I was just teasing you, Mommy. But you should be on your knees. You know the position." With a great sense of relief Christina dropped to her knees while spreading her knees very wide apart and at the same time placing her free left arm submissively behind her back. Still smiling Jordan said, "That's much better, Christina, that's right where you belong isn't it bitch?" "Yes, Mistress Jordan, it is exactly where I belong ," Christina replied pleasantly trying her best earn brownie-points.. Jordan gazed up and down her mother's hot body, playing particular attention to the glistening area between the older women's wide spread thighs. "Gees, Mommy, it looks like your pussy is leaking," Jordan said with an air of arrogance. Shame faced, Christina glanced at the floor. "Look at me, Mommy," Jordan demanded, "always look at me whenever I'm speaking to you." Instantly Christina lifted her head and locked eyes with her daughter. "Your nipples seem to need some attention, Mommy, bring them here." Jordan insisted. Without a word Christina crawled forward fearfully as her abused nipples were still quite sore and swollen from the treatment they had received the evening before. Causally, Jordan reached out with the fingers of her right hand and lightly teased her mother's nipples. Christina couldn't help but flinch slightly as her daughter's fingers renewed the fiery agony still radiating from her discolored nipples. "My," Jordan laughed, "you really are horny aren't you Christina?" Jordan's mother winched inwardly at the disrespectful use of her given name but managed to ignore it while replying eagerly, "Ohh god yes, Mistress Jordan, I'm horny. Very horny, Mistress." Jordan took another sip of her OJ while continuing to toy with her mother's aroused nipples. "I don't understand, Mommy, I told you last evening before going to bed that you could cum if you wanted to." "Yes, Mistress Jordan, you did," Christina answered honestly and sincerely, "and that was very kind of you. It's just ... it's just that I couldn't make myself climax." Jordan laughed as she continued to play with her mother's nipple's, "Wow, Christina, you're leaking pussy juice all over yourself. It looks delicious, Mommy. Give me a taste on your finger." Christina blushed beet red, but immediately buried her free left hand in her own crouch and soaked them with her own hot juices. After getting her fingers completely wet, Christina pulled them from between her thighs and presented them to her daughter's lips. Before taking the offered fingers between her pouty lips Jordan asked, "But why couldn't you make yourself cum. I mean you are a slut and a slut should be able to get herself off." Jordan then stuck out her tongue and began to savior her mother's honey dew. To answer her daughter's question Christina replied hesitantly, "Ahh ... well ... it's ... it's just that I have never been able to ... to mas ... mast ... masturbate myself to completion, Mistress Jordan. It's ... it's been the curse of my life." Of course, Jordan knew all this from reading her deceased father's sex diaries, but she wanted her mother to suffer the humiliation of having to repeat it. For several long minutes Jordan swirled her tongue around her mother's fingers feasting on the sweet tangy flavor of her pussy juices. At the same time, the younger lady continued to tease the older woman's ever hardening nipples, all the time gazing deep into the older woman's soul through her eyes. Christina bravely endured the pain Jordan's playful fingers caused her recovering nipples, but couldn't deny that the agony caused the inferno between her legs to burn ever hotter. At last Jordan let her mother's fingers slip from between her full lips and commanded, "Hands behind you back, Mommy." Jordan continued to play with her mother's nipples as the older woman obeyed her command. "So," Jordan smiled sadistically, "what you're saying, Christina is that you need someone to help make yourself cum? Is that right, you old whore?" Again blushing with shame Christina answered earnestly, "Yes, Mistress Jordan, that is right." "What is right, bitch?" Jordan insisted. Embarrassed almost to tears Christina was still eager to please and potentially earn herself a pleasurable reward. Ignoring her feelings of utter humiliation Christina responded, "Yes, I need someone's help to make myself orgasm, Mistress Jordan." Jordan sneered, "Cum, mother, cheap whores like you don't orgasm they cum." Jordan's mother quickly corrected herself, "Yes, yes you're right, Mistress Jordan. I need someone's help to make me cum." Jordan smiled broadly as she looked around the room, "I seem to be the only someone here, Mommy. Does that mean you need my help to cum?" Christina chose her words carefully as she replied, "Ahhh, yes, Mistress Jordan. Yes, I would need your help ... if you were so merciful as to allow me to ... cum." Jordan's smile broadened, "So you're saying you need your daughter's help to cum, Mommy." Swallowing hard as tears welled in her eyes Christina answered promptly, "Yes, Mistress Jordan, I would need my daughter's help to cum if she were so kind as to allow it." With a sly and sinister expression, Jordan causally laid her arm and its closed fist across the top of the tub in which she was reclining. Then with a look of absolute sadistic desire, she raised a single finger straight up towards the ceiling. Christina's eyes almost popped out of her head as she absent mindedly brushed her tongue across her upper lip. "Would you like to have that finger in you, Miss Horny Bitch," Jordan mocked. "Ohhh god yes, Mistress Jordan, that would be so kind of you," Christina responded instantly and enthusiastically. "You would like to fuck yourself on that finger, Mommy?" Jordan continued her mocking tone as curled her finger inwards then extended it again. Christina's voice quivered with pent-up lust as she responded, "Ohhh, yes Mistress Jordan, it would be merciful of you to let me fuck myself on your finger." "On your daughter's finger," Jordan ridiculed. "Ohhhh god yes," Jordan's mother babbled, "I'd like to fuck myself on my daughter's finger." Christina no longer cared about her shame and humiliation. All that seemed to matter now was collecting the magnificent reward she was overdue. Jordan taunted her mother ruthlessly as she snickered, "Would you still want to fuck my finger even if you're not allowed to cum, Mommy?" The color drained from Christina's beautiful face as the damn burst and a cascade of tears streamed down her cheeks. "Please ... Mistress Jordan ... why are you treating me this way," she sobbed. Jordan only sneered, "Answer the question, you dirty whore." Christina sobbed hurtfully, "I ... I ... just couldn't .... I couldn't fuck your finger without Cuming, Mistress. I wouldn't be able to control myself, Mistress Jordan, I'd cum in seconds" "But, you will do as you're told won't you, slut?" Jordan taunted. "Of course, Mistress Jordan, I will always try to do as I'm told" Christina replied with tears still trickling down her soft, lovely cheeks. "Try shit," Jordan snapped coldly, "you'll do as you're told, when you are told to do it. Failure is not an option. Now bury my finger in your cunt, Mommy. NOW! And, don't you fucking dare cum, you old whore." A sense of sheer dread nearly overcame Christina as she slowly but obediently positioned her hair-less pussy directly over Jordan's extended middle finger. Slowly but surely Christina lowered herself until the tip of her daughter's finger slipped inside her drenched hole. The older woman's naked body quiver with sexual excitement as she slipped another inch of Jordan's finger inside me. Then she took another inch and then another inside her ravenous pussy. As her body trembled with overwhelming pleasure Christina pleaded, "Take it out please, Mistress Jordan. Please take your finger out before I cum." Jordan smirked as she wiggled her finger inside her mother's quaking pussy, "But, Mommy, you can't cum. You don't have my permission." "Mommy," Jordan smiled broadly as she felt her mother's cunt muscles tighten around her finger, "are you trying to milk my finger?" Idly Jordan brushed her mother's clit with her thumb making Christina quake with delight. "Ohh noo, Mistress Jordan, you don't understand ...," Christina's voice quivered before she was cut off by her daughter. "Answer my question you fucking whore," Jordan snapped, "Are you trying to milk my finger?" Beads of perspiration formed upon Christina's lovely face as she tried to control her libido, "Please, Mistress Jordan, I didn't mean to. It's ... it's just that I can't ... I can't control myself. Please, please, Mistress Jordan, give me permission to cum. Please, so I don't disobey or disappoint you. Please, Mistress, please have mercy. Pleaseee, Mistress, I don't want to be punished again." "No, I suppose you don't, Christina," Jordan hissed with a broader than ever smile, "but what you will do is fuck my finger." "Ohhhh please for god sakes," Christina rambled, "don't make me do that I'll cum for sure." Jordan was taking great delight in her mother's predicament. With a sexy smile Jordan continued Christina's verbal torment, "But, I thought you needed to cum, Mommy, or did you lie to me?" "Gees, no, no, Mistress, I didn't lie," again Christina's voice quivered as she spoke, "I wouldn't lie to you, Mistress Jordan, its ... it's just that I want to please you. I don't want to cum without your permission ... but ... but it's just that I won't be able to control myself much longer." "Didn't I tell you to fuck my finger, Mommy?" Jordan responded sweetly. With a look of gloom spreading over the beautiful features of her face, Christina began to slowly raise herself up and down on her daughter's ridged finger. She moved very carefully and slowly knowing that she could cum at any instant if her will power lapsed even the tiniest amount. Jordan laughed as her mother struggled to keep herself under control, "Faster, Mommy, fuck yourself faster and harder." Having said that, Jordan emphasized her words by stabbing her finger hard into the depths of Christina's oozing pussy. "Ohhh please no. Please no, Mistress Jordan," Christina whimpered meekly, "I'll cum for sure." But, not daring to disobey her dominate daughter, Jordan's mother gritted her teeth tightly and began to fuck her cleanly shaven pussy up and down Jordan's finger slightly faster. With her hands behind her back Christina's ripe titties began to bounce freely much to Jordan's amusement. Playfully Jordan leaned over and used her free hand to grab one of her mother's jiggling titties. Then not so playfully the gorgeous young girl took her mother's nipple between her fingers. Christina visibly flinched at the rough treatment her daughter gave her still very sore and swollen nipple. But what she didn't do was slow down the ride she was taking on her daughter's finger. Sadistically Jordan sneered, "Faster, Mommy, fuck my finger faster." Then just as sadistically Jordan wickedly pinched and twisted her mother's abused nipple causing the older woman's naked body to spasm violently. Try as she might Christina couldn't stifle her squeals of agony. Yet, the pain only added fuel to the bomb that was about to explode between Christina's lovely legs. The fuse to the bomb was growing short and Jordan's mother knew it, "Please, oh god please, Mistress Jordan, allow me to cum. Please, I'm begging you. Your mother is begging you, Jordan. I can't stand it much longer please; please Jordan let your mother cum please." Jordan's only response was to pull and twist her mother's nipple which she still held tightly between her fingers and demand, "Faster, Mommy, fuck yourself faster." Christina was nearly out of her mind as she tried desperately to control the overwhelming desires that were marching ever forward within her gorgeous body. Still, even knowing that it might mean her doom Christina obeyed her daughter without question and began to fuck herself even harder and faster on Jordan's finger. As she toyed with her mother's nipple Jordan absent mindedly said, "You know, Mommy, we should have your nipples pieced. They would look absolutely stunning with silver nipple rings." Then Jordan added, "Oh, and your tongue, Mommy, we simply must have your tongue pieced. What do you think, Christina?" Christina was instantly pissed. The torment of fighting down one sexual urge after another was maddening agony. Without even thinking about it the older woman simply snapped, "Fuck it. I don't give a shit. They belong to you, Mistress Jordan. My fucking nipples, my titties, my tongue, my ass, my god damn pussy, they all belong to you Mistress. I'm your fucking property. Whatever I have is yours. Do whatever the fuck you want with them. They are yours. I'm yours ... I am yours ... I am yours." Tears trickled down Christina's cheeks as she ranted subconsciously betraying her true submissive self. Jordan's dominate sprite soared as she listened to the submission pour from her mother's soul. Without even being aware of it Christina had earned her reward, "You may cum, Mommy. Cum this instant, Mommy, like the cheap slut you are." Christina heard the voice through a haze of battered emotions and couldn't believe her ears. Her self-control instantly snapped and pent-up orgasm joy overwhelmed her. Lost in uncontrollable bliss she began to squirt jets of hot piss. Jordan couldn't control her laughter, "Oh, yea there you go, Mommy, piss yourself good you dirty whore." "Fuck yeah! Ohhh fuck yes!! Fuck yes!!!" Christina screamed at the top of her lungs. "Thank you, Mistress Jordan! Thank you, Jordan Yes! Cum! Yes!, Cum, Oh My gawd! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck your Mommy!" It was almost incoherent. Her body thrashed about hysterically. The piss squirted everywhere, proving how totally out of control Christina was. Jordan didn't even care that much that her upper body were getting doused with her mother's piss. She laughed out loud at the sight of her mother cumming frantically. Jordan continued to hold a tight grip on her mother's nipple and it was pulled and twisted in every direction as the older woman's body spasmed violently. "You go, girl! Go mommy go! Go mommy go. Ride that finger. Cum like the dirty little slut you are! Piss like an excited dog, you whore!" Jordan mocked her as she continued to laugh and watch the spectacle that was her mother's all-consuming orgasm. Christina never even heard her. All she knew was that she was being allowed to cum and it felt better than anything she could remember since her husband died. She bounced up and down on her daughter's finger and screamed like a crazed animal. "Fuck, yes, Holy shit, fuck me, cumming thank you Jordannnnnnnn! Thank you, Mistresssssssss! Thank you ... thank you ... thank you!" She screamed in her mind but all that came out were jumbled ramblings. Christina's long strawberry blond hair flew wildly as her body jerked and twisted with the shock of each electrifying orgasm that hammered her one after the other. She rode her daughter's finger harder and faster claiming all the pleasure she could for herself. Her large titties bounced and rebounded madly much to Jordan's delight "That's it, Mommy; milk your daughter's finger!" Jordan taunted as she felt her mother's cunt muscles clamp down hard on her finger. "That's it, Mommy; fuck your daughter's finger. Fuck it like the cheap whore you are," Jordan continued laughing at her mommy as she rooted her on. Christina had emptied her bladder by now, on the floor, in the tub and all over Jordan. However, she didn't stop cumming; she couldn't stop cumming as wave after wave of pure unadulterated pleasure swept through her body. With her free hand Christina grabbed for her tittie, knocking Jordan's hand away. She groped it roughly and mashed it in her fist. She pinched her own nipple crudely as she endlessly and frantically fucked herself on Jordan's finger. The older woman dug her fingers into the innocent flesh of her nipple and clamped down hard. The exquisite agony bolted the older woman into another frantic round of mind crushing orgasms. One tremendous orgasm exploded into another and then another and another. And, all the time Christina continued to babble mindlessly as her naked body quaked fiercely. "Ohhh ... yes ... yes ... yes ... Jordan ... I am cummmmmmingggg ... cummminggggggggg ... Mistress ... Mistress ... Mommy is cummmming ... yessss .... Jordannnnnnnnn .... thank youuuuuuuuu ... thank you." As Christina's strength waned so did her nearly incoherent babble, until it faded into a soft and barely audible whimper. "Go, Go, Go, Mommy, go! Fuck your dirty cunt on your daughter's hand. Cum like the wanton, worthless slut you are." Jordan goaded. Christina continued to fuck her daughter's hand until finally her totally spent body collapsed to the floor in a panting pile of satisfied female flesh. Again she never stopped pleasing herself as she mauled her own tit while still gasping for breath. With her right arm still bound uselessly behind her back, she slid her free hand down to her pussy. She gently rubbed it, enjoying the soothing effect of her hand on her body. Jordan just sat back and laughed again at her mother, on the floor softly whimpering her satisfaction like a contented kitty cat. "Daddy was so right about you mommy. You are a total and complete submissive whore." She told her. "Look at yourself, Mommy, still playing with your own pussy just like the cheap filthy whore you are. I didn't believe it when I read his journal that you could be such a horny little bitch, but he was so right." Jordan's Mommy Ch. 02 It started to register now with Christina what she had just done, and how much power she had just surrendered to her daughter. The humiliation swept over her. She realized she was sitting in her own piss on her own bathroom floor as her daughter mocked her. She shrank down even more where she sat and began to sob like a fearful child. "Now, now, Mommy, what's wrong? Didn't you enjoy your cum?" Jordan mocked her mother. Then without any sympathy for her mother, Jordan demanded, "Get my towel, bitch, you have a busy agenda today." Christina's new reality began to sink in as she heard her daughter's words drift towards her in her still befuddled state. She realized that she wouldn't be allowed time to feel sorry for herself. With teary eyes she replied respectfully but weakly, "Yes, Mistress Jordan, at once." Then silently the mature older woman began the difficult process of getting to her feet with her right arm still bound uselessly behind her back. The End of Chapter Two to be continued