Daughter's slut

I came home a day early from my most recent author's conference, I am a semi-famous author in a dying book industry, and was greeted with the surprise of my life. I put my suitcase down, too exhausted to deal with it at midnight after being gone for four days, and staggered up the stairs dying for some shut-eye in my own bed. I reached the top of my stairs and was stunned to hear the clear sounds of a girl's moans. My weary eyes went wide and I froze in my spot. My daughter's door was slightly ajar and I slowly crept to the small opening and peeked inside. I was taken aback. My daughter was naked, her legs wide open on her bed, with a girl between them. I couldn't tell who it was, but she was clearly licking my daughter's vagina. My 18-year-old daughter's moans began to get louder and then I was stunned again.

"That's it slut, lick my cunt!" my daughter demanded.

I almost gasped, but caught myself at the last second. I continued watching, unable to take my eyes off the lesbian act. My daughter's moans increased and she ordered, "Lick my asshole, slut!"

My daughter turned onto all fours, luckily away from the door, and I watched in voyeuristic awe as Chloe Malloy, our Reverend's shy geeky daughter, crawled out from my daughter's legs and moved submissively behind my daughter. She spread my daughter's ass cheeks, leaned forward and began licking my daughter's asshole.

My daughter purred, "Good girl, you are such a good little pet. You love rimming my ass, don't you?"

"I love it, Mistress," the petite, shy, Chloe, eagerly replied, barely interrupting her assault on my daughter's asshole.

The scene should have disgusted me and disturbed me. My motherly instinct should have taken over, but instead, a different instinct took over, and I felt my hand, with a mind of its own, going under my skirt, going inside my already damp panties and directly to my pussy. I began rubbing myself slowly while I watched by daughter, who was a spitting image of me when I was eighteen, dominate her 18-year-old classmate. A couple of minutes later, my orgasm just beginning to bubble, my daughter suddenly stood up and went to her walk-in closet. I quickly moved away to avoid being caught. When I peaked a moment later she had a strap-on dildo wrapped around her petite waist. The domino shock effect continued as one stunning surprise followed another.

Returning to the bed, my daughter's firm ass in clear view, she demanded, "Come suck my cock, my slut."

Chloe quickly crawled over to the edge of the bed and took the plastic cock in her mouth. Chloe bobbed back and forth on the cock eagerly like a cheap slut. I just couldn't in a million, trillion, years fathom any of this:

1. My daughter being a lesbian.

2. My daughter being a dominant lesbian...although the dominant part doesn't surprise me...she has always been a powerful, stubborn personality, like her father was.

3. Chloe was a lesbian and a submissive one at that.

4. My daughter had sex toys?

How Chloe became my daughter's slut was unfathomable. How had the Reverend's shy, reclusive, daughter ended up naked, on my daughter's bed, sucking a plastic cock?

As I pondered this, my daughter continued her verbal assault on the young submissive. "How would Reverend Wells feel if he walked in right now and saw his precious innocent daughter turned into a complete submissive dyke?"

Chloe moaned onto the cock, clearly turned on by the verbal humiliation.

"Ready to have your slutty box fucked?"

Taking the plastic dildo out of her mouth she begged, her usually quiet voice adamant and eager, "Oh God yes, Mistress, fuck my slut box with your big cock."

"Using our Lord's name in vain, my slut? You really are a bad girl," my daughter teased, climbing back onto the bed. She lay down on her bed and demanded, "Climb on, slut. Worship what you really love."

Chloe quickly straddled the cock and my daughter and lowered herself onto the big cock. I watched amazed as the erect stick slowly disappeared inside the petite girl. Although I was far away, I assessed it was an eight-inch cock and quite thick, bigger than anything I had encountered in a very long time.

My hand sped up between my legs as the Reverend's daughter began to bounce up and down on the big dildo. I suddenly wished that big cock was in me and slid two fingers easily inside my oven of lust.

Chloe's moans were loud and I wondered how many times my daughter had devoured Chloe. And were there others in my daughter's harem of sexual debauchery? "Oh God, yes, I love your cock Mistress. Thank you for making me your slut," Chloe absurdly thanked her, a few minutes into the fucking.

My daughter began to meet Chloe's strides by bucking her ass up and this seemed to drive Chloe crazy. "Oh my God, Mistress, fuck me, yeeees!"

"Who owns your cunt?" my daughter asked.

"You do, you do, Mistress," the little church mouse moaned.

"Say it!" my daughter demanded, "Say the word cunt."

Chloe's breathing was getting erratic now as she half moaned-half screamed, "My cunt, your cunt, you own it. Oh God, fuck, oh, oh, oh, God, do with it as you please, Mistress."

My daughter picked up the pace and was now really bucking up and down and into her sub's pussy. My own hand was frantically pumping in and out of my needy pussy as I watched the sexy scene of submission.

The faster paced fucking finally put Chloe over the top. "Oh Goooooooooood, fuck your slut Mistress, oh my, oh my, oh my, uh, uh, uh, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

I watched as Chloe climaxed, her whole body pulsating, as she leaned forward and my daughter continued to thrust the plastic dildo in and out, hard and deep.

My own orgasm was building and I closed my mouth tight and gritted my teeth to prevent the scream that my body desperately wanted to release.

My daughter discarded the dildo, flipped Chloe onto her back and straddled the still coming girl's face demanding, "Make your Mistress come."

Chloe weakly leaned up to meet my daughter's pussy and the shy girl licked eagerly.

Unable to hold back my crescendo of pleasure, I moved away from the door, leaned against the wall and fingered myself to my long overdue and much need orgasm. As it spread through me from my toes all the through my body to my cheeks, I imagined it was me riding my daughter's big dildo. It was me being called a slut. The image was vividly real, me begging to be my daughter's slut, begging to be a whore.

The orgasm finally simmering, I refused to peek back again, but heard my daughter's orgasmic cries, "Oh yes, slut, keep licking, yes, yes, oh yes, yeeeeeeeeeeeees."

I waited until her screams of unbridled pleasure were done and sneaked back down the stairs. I paused for a couple of minutes to regain my composure before opening the front door and slamming it shut. I called, "Kaylee, I'm home."

I heard shuffling upstairs and my daughter, clearly frantic, a strange shift after seeing such dominance just a few seconds ago, called back, "Mom, you are home early."

I began walking up the stairs as I responded, "Yeah, I was sick of hotel beds."

I reached the stairs and Kaylee was in a robe and Chloe was in a pair of Kaylee's pyjamas. Kaylee hugged me. We had always been pretty close, especially since her father, my husband, died.

I saw Chloe, feigned surprise and greeted, "Chloe, what a pleasant surprise to see you here."

"Hi, Mrs. Pierce," Chloe replied, barely making eye contact, back to her shy self.

"Well, I don't know when you two started hanging out, but I approve. You will be a good influence on my daughter. She seems too often to find herself in trouble," I said, the irony of the statement known to all of us secretly.

"Mother," Kaylee replied, her devious smile crossing her face, "I don't search for trouble, it finds me."

"It doesn't have to search too hard, does it?" I countered back.

"Well, I think I am a good influence on Chloe," my daughter countered my counter.

"Reeeeeally?" I teased, although I knew exactly what kind of influence she was. "Do tell."

"I have opened her up to a whole new world, haven't I, Chloe?" my daughter answered, the double meaning meant only for Chloe, but I understood completely.

"Yes, she has, Mrs. Pierce," Chloe answered meekly, her cheeks going ruby red.

"I would even say she is a completely different girl," my daughter pushed, making Chloe's cheeks go ruby red.

"Would Reverend Malloy approve?"

"Well, probably not," my spunky daughter admitted, "but we wouldn't want Chloe to live her whole life sheltered like that chick in 'A Walk to Remember', would we?"

"Her name was Jamie, if I recall, and are you comparing Chloe to a girl dying of cancer?"

"No, well yes, Chloe was dying of boredom, so I have helped release her from her chains of oppression," my daughter quipped with a smile, unaware that I could read between the lines of her naughty sexual innuendo.

"Chains of oppression?" I mimicked and laughed. "You are a hoot. Just don't you be getting sweet little Chloe involved in any of your trouble-making, Missy."

"Oh, she is sweet, indeed, sugary sweet," my daughter replied, again the secret meaning not so secret.

I ignored the temptation to be witty back and yawned, "Well, I am exhausted. Kaylee could you please lock up, I don't think I actually locked the door."

"Sure thing, Mom," Kaylee obeyed, and began going downstairs, "Come on Chloe, we should make some hot chocolate and then maybe watch 'A Walk to Remember'."

I shook my head and went to my bedroom. Getting undressed and into my cozy pyjamas I slipped under my covers and into bed. Lying back, my mind was a muddled mess. I tried to figure out how to deal with this situation. Do I ignore it and pretend it didn't happen? Do I confront her and deal with the bombshell that would surely follow? And lastly, why did it turn me on? It could be that I hadn't had sex with a man in over a year. It could be that I have always been submissive in the bedroom, and watching such a sub/domme relationship was a top-of-the-line turn-on, as it rekindled desires long caught in the cobwebs between my legs; or it could just be that I had never seen a couple have sex in real life, never mind two girls, especially if one was my daughter. Yet, that didn't explain why at the peak moment of my own orgasmic joy it was my daughter I imagined submitting to.

Even though I was exhausted, I tossed and turned the next hour. I heard them giggle like the school girls they were, and briefly wondered if the whole thing hadn't been just a figment of my imagination. Of course, though, it wasn't. Eventually, my body way past exhaustion, I slipped into slumber...a slumber that included a new recurring dream...my daughter dominating me.

Next morning, I decided to pretend it didn't happen, but over the rest of the weekend, every time I saw my daughter, all I could envision was her naked, her with a strap-on dildo and her taking control of me.

Monday came and she went to school and I stayed at home to write. I am an author of two fantasy novels that have done very well. My husband died tragically five years ago and I was left a considerable amount of money from his insurance, allowing me the luxury to be a stay at home mom and a full-time writer.

I tried to write for a couple of hours, but I never got more than a sentence done as my daughter kept flashing in my mind. Curious, I decided to snoop in her room. I went to her room and directly to her walk-in closet and started searching. Under some clothes was a decent sized store-away box. Pulling it out, I opened it and searched through her shocking array of toys and outfits which included the strap-on I saw her wear the other night, a second smaller and thinner strap-on, handcuffs, a blindfold, anal beads, three different sized vibrators, a double-ended dildo, a collar with a leash, an anal plug, a variety of lotions, black boots, a leather skirt, a plethora of different coloured stockings and more.

I was aghast. I mean I am no prude. When Jerry was alive we did not have vanilla sex. He was clearly in charge and I was clearly the submissive. We role-played a variety of different scenarios and he had used all three of my holes many times. Although I didn't love anal sex, the feeling of utter submission that came with it was what got me off. He would put a small butt plug in my ass and then take me out for a dinner with friends; he put a vibrating egg inside me and turn it on and off during Kaylee's grade eight graduation celebration. He had me dress up in thigh high stockings and a skirt short enough that if I bent at all anyone could tell what I wasn't wearing; he made me blow him at a movie theatre; again, it was clear, he was the Master and I was the sub. Oh, how I missed that! I had been on a few dates since his death, but the men were either too vanilla, or too aggressive. I could never find one that was just right. Goldilocks and the three bears had become a parable for my non-existent sex life. When my second novel became rather popular, I turned into a minor celebrity, and my search for a man who could please my unique kinks became impossible. It had been over a year since my last man and over three since I last had an orgasm from sex with another person. This doesn't justify what I ended up doing, but it may at least explain it a bit.

I put the box away and returned to writing. An hour of staring at a blank screen and I decided I might as well do what always helps me deal with stress...clean the house. I know this probably sounds strange, but cleaning the house was mindless work that somehow relaxed me. I started my laundry, swept, mopped and vacuumed, before I went to clean Kaylee's room. After cleaning her room, I grabbed Kaylee's laundry basket and took it downstairs. I began putting her dirty clothes in the laundry when I grabbed a pair of pink panties. I don't know why I did it, I really don't, but I moved them to my nose and took a whiff. The scent of her soiled panties was intoxicating in a way I can't even begin to explain. I suddenly wanted to taste her, to submit to her. It made no sense, but it was how I felt. Leaning against the vibrating dryer that I had started moments ago, I closed my eyes, my daughter's soiled panties in my face and I began pleasuring myself with my free hand.

As I furiously rubbed my swollen clit and sniffed in the mesmerizing scent of my daughter, I envisioned my daughter making me her sub. She was taking me over her knee and spanking me for smelling her panties, making me kneel on the floor and clean her feet after cheerleading practice, having me lick her pussy until she came all over my face, and I even imagined rimming her asshole just like Chloe had done. These naughty thoughts of submission, mixed with the vibrating machine and my daughter's dried cum, made me cum like a horny slut. As my orgasm spread through me, I kept rubbing my clit and moaning over and over again, "Yes, Mistress."

Eventually, I was spent and I tossed my daughter's panties and the rest of her clothes in the washing machine and went back upstairs a dishevelled mess.

I tried to write again, but my writer's block was frozen in time. I sighed and began to search the net. I logged into yahoo chat hoping to chat with my online Mistress. I know that sounds absurd, an online Mistress, but role play is fun and she seemed to understand my submissiveness and my desire to open up, although I wasn't sure she would understand my new desire.

Evesub: Mistress, you around?

Now I should also note, that I had never been with a woman sexually before. I had kissed a friend at the bar rather passionately while drunk in college, but doesn't every girl have a story like that? Oh sure, I knew when a woman was attractive and on rare occasion my sex dreams would include submitting to some pretty girl I had met at a book signing or something, usually a young college girl, but I had never even once took those dreams seriously. That said, I had role-played online many times a variety of lesbian trysts, almost all of them involving me being a sub to some domme. The safety of the role-play assisted in me exploring my sexuality and keeping me sane when I couldn't find a real man to pleasure me.

I waited with anticipation over twenty minutes while I read my other e-mails and lied to my agent about how close I was to finishing my new novel. Finally, she responded.

MsAnn: How is my kitty?

Evesub: Confused.

MsAnn: How so?

Evesub: I caught my daughter in bed with another girl.

MsAnn: Oh my? And...

Evesub: Well, she didn't know I saw them, but she dominated the girl.

MsAnn: Really? And...

Evesub: Well...

MsAnn: Well what, my kitty. You know you can say anything to me. There is no judgement.

Evesub: I don't know it just seems so bizarre.

MsAnn: Bizarre is in the eye of the beholder my dear.

Evesub: I know, Mistress. It's just this makes my other fantasies seem vanilla.

MsAnn: Vanilla...oh my dear...you are anything but vanilla. Maybe neapolitan, maybe rocky road, but definitely not vanilla.

Evesub: But this is wrong.

MsAnn:What is?

Evesub:The fact that I have suddenly began to fantasize about my daughter.

MsAnn:What makes it wrong?

Evesub: It is incest!!!!!!!

MsAnn: Do you have any idea how many people I know who are involved with their children?

Evesub:No! How many?

MsAnn:Dozens...including one you know really well...

Evesub: You?!?!?!

MsAnn: Yes!

Evesub: Seriously?

MsAnn:Yes. My daughter and I have been lovers for years and have shared her husband on many occasions.

Evesub: Wow!

MsAnn:It is not wrong...it is the most beautiful thing in the world.

Evesub: How did it happen?

MsAnn: Truthfully, I walked in and Kris was on my bed, naked, with one of my dildos still inside her.

Evesub: No way!

MsAnn: I woke her up and told her to go to bed in her room and I would be there in a few minutes

Evesub: And??????

MsAnn: You are not a patience one are you?

Evesub: They say patience is a virtue, I have never seen any evidence of that.

MsAnn: I went into Kris's room to have my chat with her and asked her what the hell was she thinking. She floored me with her answer. She said the same thing you and Janna ( lady down the block) do every Monday afternoon. She said she had seen us a few times and thought it was ok for her to use it also.

Evesub:: Wow!!!

MsAnn: What could I say? My mouth sat open and nothing was coming out.

Evesub: When did u end up fucking each other?

Ms. Ann: About a week or so later. She was talking about masturbation and asked me if I ever did it. I told her I did it everyday. She asked about Janna and what she saw us doing and eventually asked if I would show her how to do it. I asked her what she meant by that and she said how 2 women do it.

Evesub: Did this surprise you?

MsAnn: Yes. And like a damn fool I fell for it

Evesub: She seduced u?

MsAnn: She leaned in and kissed me. Next thing you know we were taking our clothes off and exploring each other with our hands. I laid her down and started kissing her from her head to her toes.

Evesub: Mmmmmmmmmm

MsAnn: But didn't touch her nipples or pussy. Finally, I worked my way back up and started sucking her nipples and pinching them some

MsAnn: Lighting tugging on them

MsAnn: Then moved down to that beautiful pussy of hers

Evesub: Must have drove her crazy?

MsAnn: It did.

MsAnn: I was kissing her lips and she moved so I was kissing her clit

MsAnn: Then she put her hands on the back of my head and held me there till she came

Evesub: OMG!!!

MsAnn: Then she wanted to try it with me so I laid back and let her take her time

MsAnn: Not being in a rush

MsAnn: I told her to take her time and explore me if she wanted too. She eventually made me come..HARD...and the rest dare I say is history!

Evesub: I think I want your history.

MsAnn: Well I think I can help you with that.

Evesub:???

MsAnn: It is interesting that she is domme and you are sub.

Evesub: How so.

MsAnn:Well, since you have not been able to find a man to fulfill your desire to submit, maybe you don't need a man at all...maybe you have what you need right under your roof.

Evesub: But even if I wanted to submit and I am not saying I do, although I have come more than once thinking about it, how would I even begin. It's not like I can say, um Kaylee will you dominate your Mother.

MsAnn: Agreed, that would be a bad plan. But I can help you!

Evesub: You can?

MsAnn: Yes, you are not the first woman to come to me wanting to submit to her daughter.

Evesub: Really?

MsAnn: Yes. I assisted another woman, from the UK, a couple years ago and now she is a live-in pet with her daughter and husband.

Evesub:No way!?!

MsAnn: WAY!

Evesub: What would I do first?

MsAnn: You start small.

Evesub: How so?

MsAnn:You start doing small things for her.

Evesub: Like what?

MsAnn: Well you compliment her.

Evesub: easy enough.

MsAnn: You bring her things like food and drinks. You pretty much become her maid.

Evesub: I already am her maid!

MsAnn: Well, now you enhance the servitude.

Evesub: OK.

MsAnn: Also, you start wearing just a robe when you get home.

MsAnn: Not a terrycloth one either, but a short silky one.

Evesub: Ok...wouldn't she think that was strange? I am more a get home, get in pyjamas kind of girl.

MsAnn: She might, but that is ok. Remember you want to submit to her so you must fit into the part by acting like the sub you want to be.

Evesub: Understood.

MsAnn: Wait on her.

MsAnn: When she gets used to this then we will move on to stage 2

Evesub: Stage 2?

MsAnn: That is for me to know and you to find out once stage 1 is done.

Evesub: Yes, Mistress.

MsAnn: Soon, you may have your real own Mistress...a live-in one at that. How convenient.

Evesub: We will see. Not sure she will go for it.

MsAnn: If she is a real domme, she will go for it, but because you are her mother she may be tentative at first. It will be more work than a normal submission.

Evesub: K...I will obey your suggestions.

MsAnn: Of course, you will, kitty.

Evesub: I need to get back to work.

MsAnn: Go. Keep me up to date.

Evesub: Of course...

I logged off and contemplated Ann's advice. Everything she suggested was simple, although the robe was a bit much. I decided for the next few days I would attempt to wait on her every whim, and dress each day a little more provocatively. Looking at the clock, I had a couple of hours before she would be home, so I went and changed into a different outfit. I got out of my comfy home wear and into a black skirt, pantyhose and a white blouse that showcased my still at forty firm 36C breasts. I looked in the mirror and decided to let my hair down, my blonde hair cascading down my shoulders. I put on lipstick and make-up, something else I never did when lounging around at home. Once done, I finished laundry and cursed that I had washed all my daughter's soiled underwear when I suddenly had an urge to smell her intoxicating scent again.

Finally, I sat at the keyboard and wrote a new chapter about weakness and how my protagonist could use his enemy's weakness to make him submit...of course not in the same sort of devious sexual debauchery I had in mind.

I had written three new pages and was pecking away on a fourth when the door opened and closed and my daughter, still in her cheerleader's outfit, arrived home.

"Hey Mom," she said, flipping her shoes off and collapsing on the couch.

"Hey, darling," I replied, "you look exhausted."

"It is a sauna out there today," she answered, "I thought I was going to pass out."

I went to the couch and sat down beside her. Realizing this was an opportunity to start my seduction of my daughter toward my ultimate submission, I asked, "Would a foot massage help?"

She looked at me surprised, since I had never once offered such a thing, but she wasn't one to say no to such an offer and turned and placed her legs and feet on my lap. "Oh yes, I would love one."

As we watched a rerun of 'How I Met Your Mother', I slowly massaged her feet. At a commercial break she asked, "Why so dressed up?"

I shrugged, "I think I am going through a mid-life crisis. I felt like I needed to look good, even though I haven't left the house all day."

"You look nice," my daughter complimented.

"Thank you, Kaylee, you always look beautiful," I replied, attempting to compliment her.

She smiled, "I know. I am ridiculously hot."

"Agreed," I smiled back.

I continued the massage for a few more minutes as Kaylee relaxed and closed her eyes occasionally letting out a soft moan. Knowing I was giving her pleasure gave me a chill up my spine. Eventually, she said, "I need a shower. Thanks for the foot massage."

"Any time," I replied, hoping she'd accept my offer again.

I went to make supper, and contemplated what I should do next.

The next week, I did as Ann suggested. I ended up giving her a massage every day when she got home from school, I brought her drinks while she was watching TV, and continued to compliment her. I could tell she was confused by this new attention, but she seemed to like it.

When she was at school, I went to her laundry basket and pulled out her most recent pair of panties. Each day the scent was slightly different, but each one had my pussy tingling. I pleasured myself every day on my daughter's bed while using her panties as an aphrodisiac. Each day my orgasms got longer and more intense and my fantasies of submission became more elaborate.

Evesub: I have served her for a week.

MsAnn: How so?

Evesub: Massages of feet. Bringing her drinks...etc...

MsAnn: How about a full body massage?

Evesub: Not yet. I have also worn somewhat sexy outfits each day

MsAnn: No robe?

Evesub: Not yet.

MsAnn: Do it tonight! Is that understood?

Evesub: Yes, Mistress.

MsAnn: Good, then come see me and we will begin stage 2.

Evesub: Yes, Mistress.

MsAnn: And no panties under your robe.

Evesub: What?

MsAnn: You heard me!

Evesub: Ok?!?!

MsAnn: Good night.

Evesub: Night.

I sighed, but did as told. I showered ten minutes before I expected her home so that it was logical to have a robe on.

When she got home she collapsed on the couch and snapped her fingers calling, "Mom, foot massage time."

Already she felt entitled, and I could already feel the traditional mom-daughter power hierarchy shifting. It should have frightened me, but instead it made my pussy wet. I sat on the couch and she instantly plopped her feet onto my lap.

I obediently took her foot and began the massage, this time moving my hand to her calf and rubbing slower. I suggested, taking a risk, "Your muscles seem tight, sweetheart. Do you want to go upstairs and I can give you a full massage?"

She looked at me with a surprised look on her face, but agreed. "That sounds wonderful."

Once in my room, I suggested she lay on her belly. She did and I crawled on top of her, my naked pussy only inches from her body. The next twenty minutes I massaged her neck, shoulders, back, lower calf, feet and finally her buttocks.

She asked, "Mom, what are you doing?"

"Just doing a thorough job," I replied, acting innocent.

"Well, that you are doing," my daughter replied.

A couple of minutes later, my daughter got up and said, "Thanks Mom, that was amazing."

I stayed in my robe and made supper. It was Friday night so she got dolled up and came downstairs in a black skirt, matching pantyhose and a vintage 80s t-shirt.

I complimented, "You look amazing, dear."

"Thanks, Mom," she replied.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," I teased as she got ready to leave.

"And what would that entail?" she shot back.

"Oh, your Mother used to be a bit crazy too, you know?"

"Reeeeeally," my daughter responded, having piqued her curiosity.

"Yes, reeeeeeally," I mocked. "I was once a teenager too."

"I suppose you were," she joked, "although I can't imagine you as any sort of rebel."

"Well, one day I will tell you stories that will have your head spinning," I teased.

"I will take a rain check," she smiled, giving me a hug that seemed just a tad longer than our usual mother-daughter hugs.

"We'll see," I teased back.

Her dominant tone, breaking through just a bit, she said, "You can't just throw it out there and not be willing to tell all, Mommy."

I shrugged, attempting to be aloof as my daughter disappeared out the door.

Five minutes later I was logging into my computer.

Evesub: I wore the robe and gave the full body massage.

MsAnn: And...

Evesub: And she allowed me. She seemed to think it was odd, especially when I massaged her ass.

MsAnn: Did you do anything naughty.

Evesub: No. L

MsAnn: Good...you can't move this too fast.

Evesub: Agreed.

MsAnn: Where is she now?

Evesub: Out with friends.

MsAnn: You are ready for the second stage.

Evesub: Thank you, Mistress.

MsAnn: Ask her to help you pick up clothes to wear.

Evesub: Like go shopping?

MsAnn: Yes.

MsAnn: Tell her you are ready to start dating again, but you don't even know where to start to be fashionable.

Evesub: LOL. That would be true...I wouldn't have a clue. I am still stuck in the 80s.

MsAnn: Then you can tell her how much of a help this is.

MsAnn: And in doing so tell her how much you like her doing this

MsAnn: After a few times tell her that you would like her to pick them out on her own and you will wear what she picks out

Evesub: slow self manipulation

MsAnn: yeah

MsAnn: start giving her more control over you

MsAnn: if she brings it up tell her the truth...how much you love having her do things like this

MsAnn: it will bring you two closer

MsAnn: This stage can all include asking her if you can do different things

Evesub: like?

MsAnn: like does she mind if you run to the store

Evesub:?

MsANn: and does she want anything while your out

Evesub: aahhhh

MsAnn: but start asking her if you can do different things

Evesub: like

MsAnn: letting her stay up longer and get away with more things

MsAnn: maybe having her call you Evelyn and not mom

Evesub: OK

MsAnn: but give her a little more control each time

Evesub: yummy

MsAnn: her ideas will override yours

Evesub: Ok...

MsAnn: Then we get to the final stage...stage 3.

Evesub: It is the weekend, I will ask her if she can go with me tomorrow or Sunday.

MsAnn: Good kitty

Evesub: Meow.

Evesub: I am so horny.

MsAnn: Go get a toy from your daughter's special box you told me about and get yourself off thinking about what you want to become...need to become...MUST become!!!!

Evesub: Yes Mistress

I texted my daughter: "Honey, want to go shopping tomorrow?"

She texted back: "What for?"

I replied: "I need a new wardrobe!"

She answered: "Sounds fun!"

I scurried into my daughter's bedroom and first went into her laundry basket. I pulled out some fresh panties from my daughter's laundry and felt her dampness still in them. She had clearly pleasured herself before going out. Had that been because of my massage? Oh, I hoped so. I placed them on the bed and went to her walk-in closet. I rifled through her box, grabbed the strap-on dildo, and returned to her bed. I envisioned myself being in the same submissive position Chloe had been just a week ago. I sniffed the panties and wanted to drown in her scent. I don't know why I did it, but I put the panties on my head with her sticky crotch plastered on my nose and mouth. The look would have been mortifyingly inexplicable if someone were to walk in on me, but all I cared about was pleasing myself. I got on all fours and fucked myself awkwardly, imagining it was my beautiful 18-year-old daughter wearing the strap-on pounding me from behind. I was encased in her delightful scent, and I began lapping her leftover sticky residue like a puppy cleaning a dinner plate. The talk with MsAnn, mixed with the thought of submitting to my daughter, mixed with the panties on my head was too much and I came like the slut I wanted to be in only a few minutes. I collapsed on my daughter's bed, the toy still in me, as I allowed the orgasm to make its way through my body. Time stood still as I imagined the submission...complete utter submission. I dozed off eventually, still with my daughter's panties on my head and her toy in my cunt. I looked at the clock. It was after 12:30 her curfew was one. I frantically got out of her bed, cleaned the toy to hide any evidence of my indiscretion and went to bed an anxiety-riddled mess.

Ten minutes later, I heard the door open and I let out a huge sigh of relief at how close I had come to being caught. How would I have explained that? My horniness calmed, I suddenly wondered if I was ready for what I was currently considering. Once I followed through, there was no turning back....

I woke up early, showered and waited, shaking anxiously about shopping with my daughter. Being Saturday, Kaylee didn't wake up till after ten. She came down in her flimsy robe and my mouth suddenly watered. I asked, "So how was last night?"

"The usual. A lame party. Lame boys trying to feel me up," she flippantly replied. I poured her some milk and handed her a plate of her favourite chocolate chip pancakes.

Throwing it out there, I replied, just inches from her perky breasts, "I can't even remember the last time I was felt up."

"Mom," she gasped.

"What? It's true."

"I just assumed you got your nookie while on the road," my pretty daughter wrongly assumed.

"I wish," I sighed dramatically, "I think I may actually have cobwebs on my cunt."

Kaylee actually sprayed milk out of her mouth. "Oh my God, Mom. TMI."

"TMI?" I asked, confused.

"Too much information," she replied.

I shrugged, "I apparently better get some soon or I may turn into a lesbian."

"Oh Mom," she said her facial expression briefly one of curiosity before she shifted to all sweet and supportive, "You are a very beautiful woman."

"As if?"

"You better be. I look just like you," she teased.

"Well when you put it that way," I smiled back.

The rest of breakfast was about prom and her upcoming midterms. Finally she said, "Give me half an hour and we are going shopping."

"You still want to?" I asked.

"Well, apparently I need to help my mother get laid."

"Oh my God," I gasped.

"It's OMG," she corrected.

"What is?" I again asked confused.

"OMG is Oh my God," she replied smiling, "I need to teach you a lot."

She disappeared to get ready and I cleaned up, my pussy tingling and all my reservations fading with it.

Kaylee grabbed the keys, grabbed my hand, which made my pussy get excited instantly, and led me to the car. The whole drive she gave suggestions of things to try and stores we would go to. I had no idea what she was talking about most of the time and I didn't recognize half the stores.

We arrived and I followed her into the mall and into a fancy, yet clearly younger type, store. She went to the back and right to the skirts. She grabbed a plaid skirt and handed it to me. "Go try this on Mom."

"Yes, honey," I replied, trying to be submissive, without being obvious.

As I was changing into the skirt she tossed over a white blouse that looked a size or two too small. I got dressed and looked in the mirror. I looked ten years younger. I looked sexy. I looked kind of slutty. I walked out of the dressing room and my daughter said, "Hmmm, Mom you look absolutely sexy."

I blushed, swimming in the compliment of the daughter I wanted to submit to. "Thanks, sweetheart. You have amazing taste."

"I know, I really do," she said, with a smile.

"Can we get some more and a few outfits for when I do book tours?" I requested, like a daughter would a mother.

"Sounds like a plan," my daughter smiled.

The next three hours included a dozen stores, a couple dozen new outfits and two thousand bucks on my credit card. I thanked her profusely for all her help and for spending the whole day with her old bag of a mom. She replied that I was still pretty hot for an old bag. I hit her playfully, pretty excited by the progress made. I gave her a big hug, lingering longer than I usually do before returning to our car.

The next week I dressed at home in outfits she had chosen. Getting ready to leave for a brief two day speaking engagement I asked Kaylee, "What should I wear for the meet and greet?"

"Do you want to look professional or sexy?" my daughter smiled, teasingly, something that had become more common of late; subtle, yet clear, sexual innuendo, each sending a tingle down below.

"Both, of course," I quipped back.

She went to my room, me following behind her, and she quickly pulled out three outfits. "Each of these showcases your sexy body, Mom, but is not outwardly slutty." She paused, "Of course, you can wear stockings instead of pantyhose and the things I gave you to feel sexy underneath your semi-sexy business wear."

"Thanks, honey," I said, again pulling her in for a hug.

"You're welcome, Mom," she repeated, her hand on my sides, her fingers just barely touching my ass.

I paused, before attempting another shift in our relationship. "Honey, you are an adult now and I would like you to call me Evelyn."

"Really?" she asked, clearly surprised.

"Yes, Kaylee. I don't want our relationship built anymore on the traditional mother-daughter hierarchy. If anything, sometimes you should be in charge."

"What do you mean?" she asked, her head seeming to be spinning in circles.

"Well, your fashion sense for one. You have rekindled my feeling of sexy, something that had flamed out years ago."

"Well, Evelyn," she began, seemingly already revelling in the shift, "with me at your side I will make you sex-a-licious."

"Just like you," I flirted.

***

I returned from my trip, again early, hoping and praying to catch her in the act again, but was disappointed to see she was not home. I felt I was definitely ready for the third stage.

My daughter showed up early in the morning and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me in the kitchen making breakfast.

She stammered, "Y-y-you are home early."

"And you are home really late," I countered, all Mother like.

"Um-yeah, I stayed the night at Chloe's," she admitted.

Deciding I too could play the sexual innuendo game, I replied, "Hmmm, were you making her sin?" I also allowed my robe to open a bit, allowing my daughter a look at my creamy white skin.

Her face went beet red and I knew she had again been playing with Chloe and that she noticed my so-called accidental showcase. She admitted she was still tired and was going to bed and I waited till she left to log on to my computer.

Evesub: You there Ms. Ann?

I waited impatiently for over an hour, before MsAnn responded.

MsAnn: Sorry, just getting ready for work. Are you ok?

Evesub: I am ready for stage three.

MsAnn: U r, r u?

Evesub: We went clothes shopping, she picked them all out for me, etc. I have her calling me evelyn...I think I am ready.

MsAnn: Ok...

MsAnn: You must now tell her that you trust her and you will now wear whatever she tells you to

MsAnn: and while all of this is going on you will be telling her how much you want to be like best friends and talk to each other

Evesub: Smart...I think I have already implied that

MsAnn: You will tell her some things about your sex life

MsAnn: And you will say words like fuck, cunt and tits

Evesub: Oh my, not sure I could say such words to her

MsAnn: You will!!!

Evesub: Yes, Miss, but how does one eventually cross the threshold?

MsAnn:?

Evesub: I meant how will she know I am willing to submit to her...MY DAUGHTER???

MsAnn: well once you started talking like friends and she's picking out your clothes you can then tell her how much you love being told what to do ( don't say by her ) just that you love it

Evesub: Right

MsAnn: You will tell her you like having others control you how good it makes you feel

MsAnn: How happy you are that she's doing this for you

MsAnn: She in turn will most likely ask you to start doing other things real small at first

MsAnn: But you will do them anyway

MsAnn: And act pleased to do them

MsAnn: Let her know how happy you are to do things for her

Evesub: Ok

MsAnn: You can make the comment how much you like having her tell you to do something

MsAnn: Maybe tell her to not ask you but just tell you

MsAnn: Then it's just a matter of time

Evesub: Wow

MsAnn: This always works...

MsAnn: I'm a student of human nature

Evesub: I am so wet now!

MsAnn: Come for me slut. Right now.

Evesub: I am rubbing myself.

MsAnn: I need to get to work...good luck slut.

Evesub: Yes, Mistress

Evesub: And thank you!!!

When Kaylee got up, I told her, "It really has been great spending so much time with you, Kaylee."

"You too, Mom," she smiled.

"It's just, I don't have a lot of friends, to talk to," I sighed, "and I haven't been fucked in so long I think my cunt may not work anymore."

"Mom," my daughter, mock gasped. "Such language! I should take you over my knee."

I responded quickly, "That used to get me so turned on when your Dad was still around."

"Really?" my daughter asked, surprised, but seemingly very curious.

I blushed red, realizing how much I was voluntarily sharing with my daughter. "I-um-I mean, all my characters are strong females, real feminists and sometimes at home I just wanted to be treated like a...." I paused purposely, my daughter listening intently, before finishing, "slut."

"Oh my God, Mom," my daughter replied.

I apologized, "I'm sorry dear. The last thing you need to hear about is your Mother's lack of a sex life. But I really have no one else to talk to."

Kaylee gave me a big hug, her hand definitely lingering on my ass this time, "Mom, you can tell me anything. And our next goal will have to be to get you laid."

My red face went redder and after she let go of the warm embrace, I asked, "Will you choose what I wear each day?"

"What?" she asked, taken back by the question.

I kept my head down acting sheepish. "It's just since you help me with my clothes I have felt more sexy and confident. While at my conference I was giddy with excitement at how naughty I was underneath even if no one else knew and well, every morning I sit in my room humming and hawing what to wear, it would be so much easier if it was a decision I didn't have to make."

A spark lit in my daughter's eyes and she answered, using my first name this time, "If you want me to, Evelyn. But be warned, I will probably push you a bit in out of your conservative style."

"Push away, Kaylee. I am your Barbie Doll, dress me as you please," I answered, giving away power piece by piece.

Kaylee paused a second thinking before she spoke with a smile that hinted at something more, "Oh, this will be fun."

Every day for the rest of the week, Kaylee laid out my clothing for me. While nothing was overtly slutty, each was definitely sexy and used to showcase my body. It was both exciting and liberating to allow such a choice to be made for me. Each day when I was dressed, Kaylee would assess my outfit and give me a compliment, which only enhanced my eagerness to submit to her unconditionally.

Over the next few days she also began asking me to do more things including:

-bringing her drinks...including a beer once

-asking me to massage her feet every night when she got home

-asking me to paint her nails (both feet and hands)

-asking me to go to the mall and get her some make-up when she ran out.

It was clear I was her personal servant, her maid, and I loved it. It was then that she pushed it even further.

She said, "Evelyn, please come to my room."

I followed her into her room, where she rifled through her closet until she found a leather black skirt. She ordered, her tone not dominant, but a command nonetheless, "Get undressed, Evelyn."

Although excited to obey, I acted nervous, as I slowly took of my t-shirt and jeans.

"The panties and bra too," she instructed.

My hands were now shaking out of excitement, as I unclasped my bra and slid my panties off.

"Fuck, you have an amazing body," my 18-year-old daughter complimented.

I blushed, "But my tits already sag a bit."

"Oh Mom, your tits are deliciously perfect," she said, walking over with the skirt.

Continuing the critical assessment of myself I said, "And my ass used to be my best feature."

My daughter now behind me, put her hands on my ass and said, "Oh Mom, it is still one of your best features."

"You think so?"

Her warm breath on the back of my neck, "Oh, I know so."

"Now help me get this skirt on you," she suggested. Slowly like a meandering snake, the skirt slowly moved up my legs, her warm breath hitting all over me. I wanted to beg to be her slave right then and there, but knew I had to be patient.

"What about panties?" I asked.

"At home, you will not wear any underwear," she informed me, the power shift moving up one more level.

"Ok," I instantly agreed, too willingly.

She went to the closet and returned with a white t-shirt. She handed it to me and said, "Put this on."

"Isn't it too small?"

"Maybe," my daughter shrugged, realizing that while I was seducing her, she was seducing me.

"Ok," I replied submissively, "I trust you." It was a struggle to get on, but once on it held my breasts firmly and you could easily see my nipples through the fabric.

My daughter smiled, staring at my two protruding nipples in the thin white fabric. "You look fabulous."

"Thanks," I replied, acting shy and self-conscious.

My daughter, playing right into my hands, complimented me, "You look absolutely delicious."

I blushed again at the thought of being her snack. Continuing my transition to sub, I asked, "Since you did so much for me, can I do anything for you?"

"Sure," she said, stripping out of her sweats and t-shirt. "You can help me get dressed. I have a date."

"With who?" I asked.

"That is for me to know and you to find out if you are good," she teased.

We were both playing into each other's hands. "I will always be good," I answered.

My daughter stared at me a second before asking, "Could you get me my plaid skirt, my knee high socks, and a white blouse?"

"Yes, darling," I replied, quickly retrieving the requested garments.

"Can you put the knee high socks on for me?" she requested, sitting on the edge of her bed.

I subserviently dropped to the floor at the feet of my daughter and obeyed her request. Looking up, I got a good look at her panty-covered crotch, her pussy lips outlined slightly. She seemed to notice me looking, but didn't say anything. Once both were on, she continued testing me, standing up, "Can you take off my panties? They are pretty soiled already."

I wondered why they were already soiled, but reached up and pulled down her panties, now facing her shaved pussy, a slight glean making my mouth water.

My daughter asked, "Why is your cunt not shaved?"

"I haven't shaved it since, well, since Dad was still around," I admitted.

"Hmmmm, don't you think you should?" she asked.

"I don't know," I hesitated.

"You should do it, Evelyn," she suggested.

"I don't know. I am not good at making decisions. When I was married to your dad I just did what he told me."

"Really?" she asked, surprised by my declaration.

"Yes," I said, pausing, before asking, "I really liked you telling me what to wear. Will you, um, can you, will you tell me what to do? I really like it."

"You do?" she asked.

"Yes, Kaylee, I think I need to be told what to do. No, I know I do," I admitted, looking up at my hopefully soon-to-be Mistress.

A smile crossed her face and she demanded, "Do it, Mom. I expect your cunt completely shaved when I return from my date," she demanded, her tone sending a shiver up my spine.

"Ok," I agreed instantly, but shyly.

"Good," she said, stretching, her perfect body showcased. A smirk on her face, she asked, "Why are you staring?"

I looked away and said, "I wasn't staring, it's just you have a beautiful body and I am envious."

She grabbed the blouse and put it on and said, her tone implying I was the obedient daughter and she the controlling authority figure, "Be a good girl and do as you are told, Mommy."

"Ok," I said, still on the floor with her soiled panties still in my hand; being called Mommy again was a new twist in our relationship.

I watched her leave and didn't move, my pussy so wet I had to take care of it. As soon as I heard the door close, I fell onto my back and put her panties to my nose and began to rub myself. Wanting even more to taste my daughter, I put her panties on my head so the sweet scent was plastered onto my nose and her crotch was at my mouth. As my fingers danced inside my cunt, I licked my daughter's wet panties and drowned in her intoxicating aroma. I fantasized about being my daughter's unconditional slave, her pet, her property.

My orgasm was building like wildfire as I moaned, "Yes, Kaylee, yes...."

So close to bliss, I heard a voice penetrating the fog of my arousal that had shrouded all my senses. Suddenly feeling a hand on my arm, I jolted back to reality and heard the shocked voice of my daughter, "Mother!!!!!"

I opened my eyes and quickly pulled my fingers out of my cunt and pulled my daughter's soiled panties off my head. I stammered, "K-K-Kaylee, I-I-I can explain."

Her shocked look turned to a smile. "You can, can you? You can explain why you are wearing my panties on your head while fingering yourself on my floor calling out my name?"

I had nothing to say.

My daughter looked down at me, she said, "You saw me and Chloe, didn't you?"

I nodded yes.

"And you want to be a slut slave just like her, don't you?"

I again nodded yes, shame and excitement colliding inside me.

"You want to be your daughter's sub, don't you, Mommy?"

I again nodded yes, but looked away.

"Look at me, slut!" she demanded.

I instantly looked back into her eyes.

"You understand, I expect utter obedience at all times," she explained.

I again nodded in agreement.

"Our whole mother-daughter relationship will change."

I whispered, "I understand."

She looked at the clock and sighed, "Unfortunately, your training will have to wait. I expect your cunt to be shaved clean by the time I get home. Is that understood?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"Good," she smiled, turning to leave. Stopping at the door, she turned back to me and said, "Oh, the things I plan to do to you, Mother."

As a trillion filthy ideas flowed through my head, she turned and left, leaving me a bundle of anxiety and excitement. Still horny as hell, and no longer able to be any more humiliated than I just was, I put my daughter's panties back on my head and rapidly brought myself to an earth-shattering climax.

Obeying my daughter, I went to the bathroom and shaved myself. It took forever, but soon my cunt was as bare as the day I was born. I then waited and waited and waited for my daughter to return home.

After midnight, I received a text from her: Slut, I will be home soon, I expect you naked, on your knees, in the living room. Do not disappoint me.

I quickly went downstairs, discarded all my clothes, and fell to my knees waiting for my daughter and whatever was to happen next. The excitement of the unknown overtook any anxiety I was feeling. I wanted nothing more than for my daughter to own me. I waited almost twenty minutes, standing up twice to stretch my weary legs, before I heard the key in the lock.

My daughter walked in and as soon as she saw me a smile crossed her face. "Good pet," she purred.

She walked over to me and patted my head. She sat on the couch and asked, "So Mommy, what made you want to submit to me?"

I attempted to answer. "I-I-I-I...."

"Spit it out, Mother," Kaylee impatiently snapped.

"I don't know. I just, well, after seeing you and Chloe, I kept dreaming of being Chloe. I couldn't even begin to comprehend how Chloe ended up being your slave, yet more than anything I wanted to be your slave. I found your toy stash and your soiled panties and got myself off fantasizing about being your pet, although I never thought it would actually happen."

There was a long silence as she processed this answer, before she finally said, "I am just realizing something."

"What is that?" I asked.

"You were trying to seduce me to be my slut."

I didn't respond.

"Weren't you?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"Fucking crazy," she said to herself, before instructing, "Crawl to me, Mommy."

I obeyed, each inch closer to her an inch closer to making my fantasy a reality. Once at her feet, she said, "Massage my feet, my pet, they are killing me."

Silently, I obeyed her order, massaging her feet as I had been doing so many times of late. I took the odd glimpse between her legs, eager to get a look at her pussy, but the angle did not give me a good look. I massaged her feet for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably no more than ten minutes before she said, "Wait here, Evelyn."

Still on the floor, I waited for whatever my daughter had planned. Another eternity seemed to pass before my daughter returned to the living room completely naked except a strap-on cock.

She asked, "When was the last time you sucked cock, Mommy?"

"A long time," I answered.

"Let's rectify that," my daughter smiled.

I crawled over to my waiting daughter and took her plastic cock in my mouth. The taste was not great, but the thought that I was obeying my daughter was a major turn-on and I could feel a wetness begin to leak between my legs.

"Do you want your daughter to fuck your cunt, Mommy?"

"Yes," I admitted, wanting nothing more.

"Say it, slut," my daughter demanded.

"Please, fuck your Mommy, make me your slut," I begged eagerly.

"Turn around Mommy," she ordered.

In Olympic speed, I turned around offering my pussy to my daughter. I think my daughter was as eager to take control of me as I was to be controlled by her. She plunged her cock deep into me in one big push forward. My wet cunt easily allowed access to the toy and I moaned loud and thanked my daughter. "Oh god, thank you Kaylee, I needed this so fucking bad!"

She slapped my ass and said, "Oh Mommy, this is just the beginning. You will become a well-trained, perfectly obedient sub."

As she thrust her cock in and out of me, our bodies colliding with each forward thrust, I moaned, "Oh yes, Kaylee, I am yours, I have wanted to be yours since the second I saw Chloe between your legs."

"Don't you mean Mistress?" she asked.

The thought of finally admitting that she was my Mistress was thrilling and I eagerly admitted the reality of the situation. "Oh yes, Kaylee, you are my Mistress and your Mom is your pet, oh God, keep fucking me, I am so close."

She asked, "And you want to come?"

"Desperately," I admitted, through whimpers of pleasure.

"Beg, Mommy. Beg for permission to come from your daughter."

My brain shut off and my cunt turned on, as I pleaded, "Oh God, Mistress, may Mommy cum. Please let Mommy cum, she needs to soooooooo bad. You got Mommy's cuuuuuuuunt so fired up, I will do anything for you!"

"I want you to cum exactly on ten, Mommy slut," she demanded.

"Oh God, kkkkk," I moaned, unsure I could hold back even ten more seconds.

"Ten," she said, thrusting into me at full force, as I let out a load scream.

"Nine," she counted down, pulling back out.

"Eight," she teased, before I leaned back taking my daughter's cock back in my fevered cunt.

"Fuck Mom, you are one horny little slut," my daughter teased, as I fucked myself on her dildo.

"Yes, your slut, Mommy is your slut," I moaned, the orgasm beginning it's inevitable tingle.

"Seven and six," my daughter rapidly fired out.

My moans got louder as my orgasm built and I desperately tried to last until the magical number one.

"Five, Mommy-slut," my daughter announced.

"Oh god, yeeees," I mumbled.

"Four, Mommy. Don't you dare come early, Mommy or you will be punished," my daughter warned.

I whimpered the thought of being punished an odd turn-on.

"Three, my cunt. I can't wait to make you the dyke whore you crave to be, Mommy."

I was bouncing back on my daughter's cock like a dirty porn star, my moans mimicking the slut sounds a porn star would make. "Oh God yeeeees, Kaylee, make me your slut."

"Two, Mommy. I want you to come the moment I say the next number," my daughter explained.

I could no longer hold it back and I screamed and collapsed forward, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck."

"Bad Mommy-slut," my daughter said clearly disappointed by my weakness, as she watched her Mother quake and shake on the floor. She explained, "You wanted to be punished, didn't you Mommy?"

"Nooooooo," I argued, by body still in utter bliss.

"Well, you must have...how else can you explain coming before you were told?"

"I couldn't help it, I couldn't hold back any longer," I weakly defended, my body a pile of mush.

She took off the strap-on and tossed it on the couch and said, "You just lost the privilege to taste your daughter's delicious cunt; a cunt so appetizing dykes beg to taste it every day; a cunt that the sweet, virgin Reverend daughter Chloe now worships every opportunity she has. But you will have to earn it, by being a good girl, a good Mommy-slut."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, feeling guilty for disappointing her and disappointed to not be allowed to yet taste my daughter's pussy directly from the source.

"Follow me," she ordered.

Still in orgasm mode, I crawled weakly and wobbly as she led me upstairs and into my bedroom. She slid under the covers and tossed me a pillow and a thin blanket. "You may sleep on the floor tonight for being such a bad girl, Mommy."

Silently, I made myself a bed on the floor, in my own room, in my own house, while my daughter, my Mistress now, slept comfortably in my warm bed. I replayed the night in my head and although shame lingered on the outskirts, the completion of my utter submission to my daughter is what kept me warm.

I woke up the next morning and a flood of memories from last night returned. I had submitted to my daughter...completely. Nervously, I sat up and saw that my bed was empty, but there was a note on my pillow. I reached for the note and looked at the clock. It was 11:36 the next day. I had just had my best sleep in a long time on my floor.

I opened the note and read it.

Mom,

It is the morning after...a morning where you may regret the decision you made. That is why I am giving you an out. If you want, we will pretend this never happened and go on our lives as a traditional family hierarchy: you the Mother and me the daughter.

If this is what you want...STOP READING NOW!!!

Signed your loving daughter...

On the other hand, MOMMY-SLUT, if you want to become my unconditional, COMPLETE, sub...my pet, my slut, my obedient slave...well then follow these instructions:

1. Move all your clothes and items into my room and move mine into yours...clearly the Mistress of the house should have the biggest room.

2. You will be naked in the house at all times...but may have a robe near the door in case company arrives unexpectedly.

3. You will address me as Mistress at all times when we are alone and whenever else I tell you to

4. There will be no hesitation to my orders...any such hesitation...even the slightest...will result in a punishment

5. You will only orgasm when you have asked and received my permission.

If you agree to these 5 conditions (and many more that I will add as time goes on), I expect you to go into my room and on my bed I have left you a present. I expect it to be inside you all day, turned on low, until I get home. You may not come, I want you on the verge of orgasmic bliss all day as you anticipate the beginning of your training as the Mommy-slut you are about to become...a training that will bring you pleasure you can not even imagine (although I am guessing you have been imagining it for a while...haven't you MOMMY-SLUT?)

Now obey, like a good pet...

Signed your dominant daughter Mistress.

I would like to pretend that I spent hours deliberating on the options before me, or that I just outright said no and returned to the traditional mother-daughter relationship that I had had for over 18 years, but that would be a lie.

Of course, I did exactly as instructed walking into my daughter's room, grabbing what I would later learn is called a vibrating egg. I looked at it briefly, confused how to turn it on. Once I figured out how to turn it on, I put it in my already wet pussy and began the task of switching bedrooms.

It was going to be a long day trying to complete my daughter's task to not orgasm and to keep the teasing toy inside me without underwear...but the excitement that filled me with knowing my long time fantasy had came true and that I was about to begin my training to me a perfect sub for my daughter was all that mattered.

I accepted that the old me, the prim-and-proper repressed me, no longer existed and that my life completely revolved around the wishes and desires of my 18-year-old daughter...my 18-year-old Mistress.

The vibrating egg my daughter, my new Mistress, had left for me was buzzing inside me, I reread the note she had left me for me this morning over and over.

Mom,

It is the morning after...a morning where you may regret the decision you made. That is why I am giving you an out. If you want, we will pretend this never happened and go on with our lives as a traditional family hierarchy: you the mother and me the daughter.

If this is what you want...STOP READING NOW!!!

Signed your loving daughter...

On the other hand, MOMMY-SLUT, if you want to become my unconditional, COMPLETE, sub...my pet, my slut, my obedient slave...well then follow these instructions:

1. Move all your clothes and items into my room and move mine into yours...clearly the Mistress of the house should have the biggest room.

2. You will be naked in the house at all times...but you may have a robe near the door in case company unexpectedly arrives.

3. You will address me as Mistress at all times when we are alone and whenever else I tell you to.

4. There will be no hesitation to my orders any such hesitation...even the slightest...will result in a punishment.

5. You will only orgasm when you have asked for and received my permission.

If you agree to these 5 conditions (and many more that I may add as time goes on), I expect you to go into my room and on my bed, I have left you a present. I expect it to be inside you all day, turned on low, until I get home. You may not come, I want you on the verge of orgasmic bliss all day as you anticipate the beginning of your training as the Mommy-slut you are about to become...a training that will bring you pleasure you can not even imagine (although I am guessing you have been imagining it for a while...haven't you MOMMY-SLUT?)

Now obey, like a good pet...

Signed your dominant daughter Mistress.

It took the majority of the day to switch the rooms around and when I did have free time I had a brief chat with MsAnn about my submission to my daughter. She was thrilled with the progress and told me to keep her up to date.

All day anxiety filled me, as did the constant buzzing of the egg that kept teasing me all day. I was thrilled that I had accomplished my goal of submitting to my beautiful eighteen-year-old daughter; but uncertainty about what was going to happen next had me on eggshells. Every time the phone rang, I hoped it would be her and yet feared it just as much. I was a bundle of nerves and it was almost dinner when I got a text from her.

Have you decided to be my Mommy-slut or return to your role as my traditional mother?

Reading the one sentence flooded me with shame. The ache and loss I felt at the words 'traditional mother' seemed to bring the harsh reality of what I had done to light. I briefly thought what I was throwing away.

Yet, overpowering my shame was my hunger for submission. I flashbacked to Chloe's submission to my daughter that fateful night where what I saw my daughter do changed my life forever; I flashbacked to last night when my daughter had fucked me and declared me her pet. Each brought changes in me, changes I could not undo nor did I want to. Accepting my new role with both excitement and trepidation, I took a deep breath before officially accepting my new role, my leaking eager pussy answering the question for me.

Mistress Kaylee,

Yes, I have accepted my role.

After sending it, I realized that she now had digital evidence of my sin. Instantly stress overwhelmed me and I was trying to calm myself down when another text came.

Mommy-slut,

That is great to hear. I will be home in fifteen minutes with friends. Get dressed. No bra or panties, just a dress and thigh high stockings.

Mistress Kaylee

I stared at the order briefly before quickly going into my new room, Kaylee's room before today, and found a dress, the longest one I could find. Putting it on, I realized it would not hold my 36C breasts in firmly. Keeping the egg in my cunt was a challenge and yet another worry when Kaylee's friends got here. Three more dresses had similar problems and I decided to ignore the no bra instruction. I had just finished putting on black thigh highs when I heard the front door open.

Seconds later, I heard Kaylee call out, "I'm home, Mommy."

I went downstairs trying to be casual as I slowly walked down the stairs terrified that the egg might fall out. I walked into the living room and saw that besides Kaylee, was Chloe Malloy, the Reverend's daughter, who was Kaylee's submissive pet, Erika White the co-cheerleading captain with Kaylee, and Beth Saunders another cheerleader I had only met a couple of times.

"Hi, girls," I greeted, like I would always do when Kaylee brought a friend over.

"Mommy, order us pizza," Kaylee ordered, looking at me with a smile that shifted the second she looked at my chest.

Nervous by her disapproving look, I quickly obeyed, like a maid, "Yes, dear, what would you girls like?"

Kaylee, her tone ice cold, said, "Just bring us the menus, Mother."

The way she said 'Mother', with such disrespect, was utterly humiliating in front of three other teens, yet my response was, "Yes, dear," and I immediately left.

I returned a minute later with the menus and stood waiting patiently, like a servant, while the three girls surveyed the different pizza place menus. Finally, they decided and Kaylee continued to treat me like a servant. She told me what to order then handed me the menus and said, with a wave of her hand implying my dismissal, "Here."

I took the menus, felt the other three girls' eyes on me as I turned and walked to the kitchen. In the kitchen, I phoned in the girls' order and tried to regain my composure. The thought of submitting to Kaylee excited me, yet being treated with such disrespect in front of others was not something I expected.

A sat in the kitchen for a few minutes an emotional mess until Kaylee bellowed, "Mother."

I sighed and returned to the potential humiliation. "Yes, Kaylee," I said, once in the room.

"Where are our drinks?" she said, her tone an accusation.

Even though she hadn't asked for or ordered drinks, I knew my answer should be an apology. "Oh sorry girls," I said, with an insipid giggle, "What would you girls like?"

"Four cokes," Kaylee ordered, clearly the one in charge of her group.

I instantly wondered if Erica or Beth were submissives to Kaylee too, but pushed the thought aside as I said "Coming right up."

I returned to the kitchen, grabbed four cans of coke, and returned to the living room and heard just the end of a sentence out of Erica's mouth. "So you fucked her?"

I instantly went red with the instant fear they were talking about me. I nervously handed each of the girls a coke and asked, "Can I get you ladies anything else?"

Kaylee waved me off again. "Nothing now, Mother," again her tone on the word 'Mother' implying a great disrespect towards me.

"I'll be upstairs if you need anything," I offered, before leaving the girls alone.

In my new room a minute later, the buzzing in my pussy was really driving me crazy. I ignored the growing temptation to disobey my daughter's no coming without permission order, but seeing the look of death I received for wearing a bra I decided against it.

I heard giggles, I heard chatter, and every time I wondered if they knew. Trying to distract myself with a book, I grabbed the novel I had been reading. It worked as a distraction until the doorbell rang.

Instantly, Kaylee bellowed, "Mother, the door."

I sighed and quickly hurried down the stairs. As I did, the egg slipped out of my wet cunt and bounced down the stairs. I gasped mortified and quickly picked it up and shoved it back in before anyone could notice. Flushed, my cunt's scent on my fingers, I answered the door. I paid the pizza girl and brought the pizzas into the living room.

"Plates?" Kaylee said, the question rhetorical, the expectation clear.

"Coming right up," I responded cheerfully.

I returned a minute later with plates and handed one to each girl.

"Thanks Ms. Pierce," Beth said.

"Yes, thank you so much Mother," Kaylee said, her tone dripping with condescension.

Ignoring it, I replied, "You girls are so welcome. Is there anything else?"

"No, Mother, that is all," Kaylee replied her words firm and clearly implying I was to go.

Back upstairs, I sighed, as I looked in the mirror and tried to come to grips with my treatment. I was turned on thinking of submitting to Kaylee, yet the treatment downstairs, the utter disrespect, was not a turn on at all.

I went onto my laptop and logged in. I quickly sent a lengthy message to MsAnn explaining all that had transpired the past twenty-four hours. A few minutes later, MsAnn replied.

MsAnn: U did it? WOW!!!

Evesub: Thanks...your advice was instrumental.

MsAnn: Well now we are both daughter fuckers.

Evesub: I guess we are

MsAnn: So now what?

Evesub: She is downstairs and has been treating me like a maid.

MsAnn: She is testing u

Evesub: So what do I do?

MsAnn: That is up to you. Are you willing to allow others to know of your incest act?

Evesub: Not if possible. Plus I don't like her treating me with such disrespect in front of her friends.

MsAnn: A tricky fine line. She is testing you like she would with a late curfew. So you must make it clear that as a mother you are to be respected when others are around

Evesub: That makes sense, but what if she doesn't agree

MsAnn: Well, you crossed the line, my dear...Pandora's Box has been opened and with it does come potential consequences.

Evesub: I didn't think that through completely, did I?

MsAnn: No, but would you go back in time and not do what you did?

I thought about that briefly and realized I wouldn't. I never felt more alive than in that brief moment of submission, and I wanted and craved more.

Evesub: No.

MsAnn: No, what?

Evesub: I wouldn't not do it. I mean I don't regret it, I just don't want the whole world to know I am a submissive to my own daughter.

MsAnn: But you are.

Evesub: Yes, but....

MsAnn: Accept the reality that your life has changed...but if you are honest with her off the bat maybe she will respect your wishes for both confidentiality and using you sexually

Evesub: I guess

"Mother, what are you doing in my room?" Kaylee said as I sat on what was now her bed.

I stammered, quickly closing my computer, "Just chatting online."

She walked in and said with a heavy, condescending sigh, "You really are going to need a lot of training."

"Kaylee," I began sheepishly, trying to start the conversation.

"I am Mistress when alone," she turned and snapped.

I again stammered, "S-s-sorry, Mistress Kaylee, can we talk?"

"That is what we are doing," she replied, going to the closet.

"I mean can we clarify boundaries," I struggled to get out, as she began getting undressed in front of me.

"I think I made the boundaries pretty clear already, did I not?" she questioned, not even looking at me as she was now only in her panties and bra.

"Yes, but I was referring to your treatment of me in front of your friends," I continued on, even though her tone was menacing.

Turning to me as her bra hit the floor, my eyes magnetically drawn to them, she asked, "What about it?"

"I am still your mother," I tried to explain.

"Don't you mean my mommy-slave," she asked back, as she tugged her panties down, her perfect ass staring me in the face.

I felt my pussy tingle at the name, as she seemed to frame her ass for me.

"What Mommy, are you distracted by your hunger to eat your daughter's ass while her friends are downstairs waiting for her?" she asked, pulling her ass cheeks apart.

"Please, Kaylee," I weakly protested, my brief moment of standing up for yourself already fading.

"Crawl to me, Mother," she ordered her use of the word 'mother' clearly derogatory.

"What about your friends?" I asked, even as I began moving towards her like a moth drawn to a flame.

She smirked at the reality I was moving even as I asked the question. "Mother dearest, who runs this house now?"

"You do, Mistress," I answered, reaching her.

"And does the Mistress of the house ever get questioned?" she asked.

"No, Mistress," I said, reluctantly.

"Yet, you just questioned her, did you not?" she continued.

"Yes," I whispered.

"So you need to be disciplined for your disobedience," Kaylee concluded spreading her cheeks, her tight rosebud staring me in the eyes.

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed, suddenly wanting to lick her ass, something that had never once in my life been a consideration or turn-on.

"Beg to lick your daughter's ass, slut," Kaylee ordered, her ass just inches from my face.

I stammered, talking dirty making myself wet at the same time, distracted by her ass, drawn into the submission, forgetting her friends downstairs, "M-M-Mistress, may your slut mother eat your asshole?"

"What a dirty mouth you have, my dear," she quipped back, playing on the words of her favorite childhood story 'Little Red Riding Hood'.

"All the more for eating you with," I replied back, playing along like a good submissive, my cunt beginning to leak down my leg.

"Fuck Mom, you really are one submissive little dyke," she said, seemingly impressed as she reached back grabbed my head and pulled me between her ass cheeks.

Like a good eager slut, I extended my tongue and began licking my daughter's ass. The submission was so humiliating, yet equally exhilarating as I committed the taboo twisted act. I wanted to please my daughter at all costs, my brief moment of trepidation forgotten in the moment it took for my daughter to threaten disciplining me.

The taste of her ass was surprisingly not as unpleasant as I anticipated, it was more salty sweet sweat then the other more disgusting assumption.

After just a few seconds of the submissive sexual task, Kaylee moved away and began getting dressed again as I watched on my knees waiting further instructions. Once she was dressed, she turned around and said, "See you later, Mommy-slut the girls and I are going to a party. Be sure to clean up downstairs."

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed, as I watched her walk out of the room again leaving me wanting more.

I didn't leave the room until after I heard the front door close. My pussy was on fire, but obeying the expectations laid out for me, I refrained from fanning the flames of the fire and instead tried to squelch them with a cold shower. It didn't work, but it did relax me a bit. I straightened out the mess left by the girls in the living room with no idea how long she would be gone. When the task was competed I sat down thinking what I should do next. I probably should call MsAnn back but it seemed our conversation had reached a conclusion. I tried to relax by reading a book. Exhausted, I was just getting ready for bed when I received a text from Kaylee.

Mommy-slut,

I will be home in a few minutes, I expect you at the door, naked, except for your thigh high stockings. It is time for your training to begin!!!

Mistress Kaylee

The fire in my cunt that had been lingering like a constant reminder of my submission instantly rekindled and began to burn bright. My hands trembled with excitement as I texted back:

Mistress Kaylee

I eagerly wait on my knees for you.

Your mommy-slut

Strangely, typing such words only enhanced my eagerness to submit. My hunger to taste her overriding every other natural instinct I had.

Each second felt like a minute, each minute felt like an hour as I waited, my nipples hard, my pussy juice leaking slightly, as I waited by the door like a puppy waiting for its master.

As soon as the door opened, I realized my daughter was not alone as I heard more than one voice from just outside the door.

I wanted to cover myself up, the thought of others seeing my submission suddenly mortifying, yet before I had time to react, I was staring at the one friend returning with my daughter Erica.

Erica stopped in her tracks, mouth wide open, as she followed behind Kaylee.

Kaylee said, "Good girl, crawl over here to get your reward, Mommy slut."

Humiliated, I fell to all fours and crawled like a puppy to her as her pretty brunette friend watched in stunned silence. When I reached Kaylee, she bent down and patted my head. "You are such a good girl," she repeated, treating me like a puppy.

"I can't fucking believe it," Erica said, her tone implying a mixture of shock and awe.

Kaylee responded in her usual confident tone, "Told you."

Erica finally spoke. "I know you said you thought your mom was a dyke, but this...this is...."

"Awesome," my daughter finished the sentence.

"Stunning, I was going to say."

"My mom is my pet. She will obey any order, won't you, Mommy?"

I nodded in the affirmative, my humiliation burning through my very core, yet unable to actually say the words.

"Use words, Mommy-slut," Kaylee ordered, able to see right through my insecurities.

"Yes," I whispered.

"Yes, what?" she demanded.

"Yes, I will obey you."

"Bark!" she ordered.

Mortified by the demand, yet oddly tantalized, I barked

"Roll over," she ordered.

Humiliation building, I rolled over awkwardly, my cunt now on display to my daughter and her friend.

Kaylee slipped out of her heels and tossed one a few feet away. "Fetch, Mommy."

A new shade of red was created at that moment as my cheeks already ruby red went even darker I imagine. Yet, already so far over the line, I crawled quickly to the heel, bent down and grabbed it between my teeth and brought it back to my very amused daughter.

"This is fucking amazing," Erica raved, "Can you make Elaine a pet too?"

Elaine was Erica's mother, someone I had coffee with on occasion, we were not best friends but in the same mother circle because of our daughters.

"Think you can seduce Mrs. White, Mommy-slut?" Kaylee asked.

"I-I-I don't know," I stammered, the idea unfathomable.

"The question was rhetorical you dumb slut," Kaylee sighed. "You are to make it happen, is that clear?"

"Y-y-yes, Mistress," I babbled, humiliated by my treatment, yet turned on just the same.

Erica was giddy with excitement. "I can't wait, I want my own Mommy-pet."

"Until then," Kaylee asked Erica, "Do you want to play with my pet?"

"Oh my God, yes," Erica admitted, her face also flushed, hinting at just how horny she was.

"Get undressed sexy," Kaylee suggested.

I watched from my subservient position, as Erica quickly discarded her skimpy outfit. She was very attractive, with small but firm tits and a trimmed but still hairy pussy.

Kaylee sat down on her usual chair and said, "Mommy pet, you may have a snack."

Erica sat on the couch, spread her legs, and patted her pussy. This was my last chance to stand up and keep what little dignity I had left, but the magnetic pull was too powerful, my desire to obey too strong and my need to please all I could think of. Like a puppy, I quickly obeyed and was between the teenager's tanned legs. I hesitated briefly before Erica ordered, "Start licking, puppy."

I leaned forward and began lapping my daughter's friend's cunt in front of her. Erica's pussy was hairier than I thought when I began licking, but her pubes captured her heavenly scent. Although I was nervous and tentative at first, I soon got into a rhythm and began pleasing her. I explored her cunt like Christopher Columbus explored America, with wonder and amazement. Each new sound excited me, each slight gush of wetness created a hunger for more and her hands in my hair fulfilled by need of utter submission regardless of the cost. As I explored every inch of her cunt, her moans began softly, but as I continued to explore, to use my tongue to spread open her canyon of pleasure, eventually digging deeply inside her pleasure canal with my tongue she got wetter and soon her moans got louder.

My daughter asked, "Is my Mom a good cunt-muncher?"

"Yeeeees," Erica moaned, her body trembling, "she will maaaaake a good addition to our dyke cluuuuub."

"I thought she might," my daughter announced, as I wondered how many other girls were a part of the dyke club.

"Oh yeeees, she will be a great addition," Erica moaned as her breathing increased.

Eager to get her off, I sucked her swollen clit into my mouth while sliding a finger inside her volcano of lust, as I watched and lapped as an eruption exploded out of her.

"Aaaaaaaaaah, your Mom is making me come, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh, oh, oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"

I was rewarded with a gush of her sweet lava coating my mouth and face. I eagerly lapped up as much of her cum as I could while feeling hands on my hips.

Erica spoke, once her breathing finally had become less erratic, "That was fucking hot. Crazy hot."

"Go get me a strap-on Erica. It is time I fucked my Mommy-slut."

Erica quickly stood up and disappeared as my daughter continued, "Mom, we are going to have so much fun. Next week I am going to have a cheerleader sleepover and you will be the maid."

"Oh my," I blurted, stunned by her idea.

"Oh my, indeed," she smiled. "You will be a full-service maid."

"You switched rooms?" Erica called from upstairs.

"Of course, I am the Mistress of the house I should have the master bedroom shouldn't I?" Kaylee called back.

"You are fucking brilliant," Erica called back.

"But won't someone say something?" I asked, petrified of the truth of my incestuous submission being revealed.

She chuckled. "They are all under me. Every one of them are my dykes. I have incriminating evidence against them all. They know their place, just as you will."

"Oh," I replied, overwhelmed with all I didn't know about my daughter before this journey of seduction and submission began; yet equally impressed by the confidence that exuded out of her.

Erica returned carrying one of Kaylee's strap-ons. Erica put it on my daughter, as she sat back on the couch, while I watched eagerly knowing where that big cock was going. Kaylee's cock standing like a missile, she ordered, "Come straddle me, Mommy slut."

Thankful to be off my knees and desperate to get fucked, I quickly straddled my daughter and slowly lowered myself onto her cock before letting out a yelp the vibrating egg still in me.

Kaylee laughed, "Maybe we should take that out."

Straddling Kaylee, I awkwardly moved off the cock, pulled out the sticky egg, tossed it aside and quickly swallowed the toy with my burning cunt.I was so wet, the toy easily filled my desperate cunt. I began riding the cock, wanting nothing more than an orgasm at the hands of my beautiful daughter. I bounced up and down, taking the whole cock inside my pussy, wanting it to go deeper and deeper. A couple of minutes in, Kaylee began bucking her hips up, meeting my bounce and fulfilling my desire to have the cock go deeper. The first pump hurt, but was soon replaced with a burning pleasure.

Kaylee demanded, "I want you to come for me in 10 seconds, slut. No more, no less."

Eager to obey, I continued bouncing, while my hand went to my swollen clit. I heard her count down as I frantically tried to time my orgasm. Feeling the crescendo building, at five I began slapping my clit and each slap shot a convulsion though me. I timed it perfectly my orgasm quaked through me as my daughter demanded, "Now, slut. Come for your Mistress, Mommy-slut."

"Aaaaaaaaaaah, fuuuuuuuuuck, yes Mistreeeeeeeess, I'm your slut, oh godddddddddddddd yeeeeeees!!" I bellowed as the most intense orgasm in my life blasted through my entire body.

I fell forward into her, my body weak, and allowed the orgasm to continue its journey through me. I don't know how long I was leaning on my daughter with my eyes closed, but when I opened them, Erica was smiling at me. "Go get me a drink of water, Mommy-slut."

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed, as I weakly stood up, my legs still feeling like rubber. I gingerly made my way to the kitchen, even as my pussy juice continued to stream down my leg, the aftershocks of the earthquake continuing to tremble through me.

In the kitchen, I poured myself a drink as well and took a breath to recover. I shook my head at everything I had just done, mortified by my weakness and yet completely sexually satisfied in ways I never had been before. I returned a moment later with a glass of water for my daughter who was now being eaten by Erica who was between my daughter's legs. I was instantly jealous, eager to taste from the source the juice I had savoured a few times in her panties.

Kaylee, seeing me watching longingly, smiled, "Does Mommy want to taste her daughter's cunt?"

"Yes, badly," I admitted.

"Crawl to me, slut," my daughter demanded.

I obeyed and Erica moved away, allowing me access to my daughter's pussy.

I crawled between Kaylee's legs and stared at her perfect pussy. My fantasy now about to become a reality, I leaned forward.

Kaylee stopped me. "I didn't say you could lick me yet, did I?"

"Sorry, no, you didn't," I replied scorned.

"Beg to eat your daughter's cunt," she demanded.

I didn't hesitate obeying the order, hungry to both submit without reservation and taste my daughter's cunt which was so close now, I could nearly taste it. "Please Mistress Kaylee, can Mommy lick your cunt? Mommy wants to get her Mistress, her daughter, off like a good submissive cunt-licking slut." The self-degradation somehow turned me on even more as I looked up at my beautiful smiling daughter.

Erica said, "I got that on video."

"Good," Kaylee said, as I let out a surprised gasp.

"It's ok, Mother, I don't show such humiliating images unless provoked, and you will be making a much more humiliating video for me later anyways, like all my other dyke sluts," she explained.

"Okay?" I said, my tone clearly showing my insecurity.

"Erica, what did you do on video?" Kaylee asked.

"Sucked Elmer Wells's cock," Erica said. I gasped again as Elmer was a seventy year old member of our church.

"And," Kaylee continued.

"Then I let him fuck my ass in church a couple of hours before the service," Erica admitted, strangely without a hint of shame.

"What should we make my Mommy-slut do?" Kaylee asked, as she grabbed my head and pulled me into her wet cunt.

I tried to listen while I began licking, but the intoxicating scent and taste had my brain shifting to sexual pleasure toy and I zoned out even though the conversation was about me and some humiliating sexual act. That said, I couldn't imagine a more humiliating act to have as blackmail then eating my own daughter's cunt.

Although I could hear odd words like, ass, public, and orgy, I focused on getting my daughter off. I wanted to get her off and wanted to taste her cum as it flowed out of her because of my tongue. I licked Kaylee's pussy lips, I sucked her clit between my lips and as her legs tightened around my head I slid a finger inside her wet cunt.

Kaylee moaned, "That's it Mommy, get your Mistress daughter off."

I searched for her g-spot as I teased her clit relentlessly. Finally, finding the often elusive g-spot, something no man had ever found in me, I began to tap it like a drum.

Kaylee's moans increased instantly and I could tell she was going to come soon. "Oh yes, dooooon't stop Mommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmy -sluuuuuuuuut."

I obeyed continuing to give as much pleasure as I possibly could to my beautiful Mistress, to prove I would indeed be a good pet.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck," Kaylee screamed as her orgasm hit her and I was rewarded with a gush of her cum as it flooded out of her and into my eager mouth. Her cum tasted like the finest of wines as I couldn't get enough of Kaylee's addicting taste. I continued licking, my finger still inside her until she pushed me away, "Stop, I'm going to pee."

Erica quipped, "We haven't made anyone do that before."

Kaylee laughed, "That is true."

My finger covered in my daughter's cum, I put my finger in my mouth and retrieved every drop of Kaylee's cum.

"You really are an eager lez, Mommy-slut," Kaylee said, as she stood up. "I really do need to pee."

I watched Kaylee disappear as Erica asked, "So are you really going to seduce my Mother?"

"It seems so," I replied, thinking I wouldn't even know where to begin.

"I can't wait," Erica said, just the thought of it seemed to get her horny as she said, "Come get me off, you little slut, until I have my own Mommy-slut to use."

"Yes, Erica," I replied, crawling back between her legs. As I began licking, I wondered what my daughter had in store for me. My cunt leaked at the thought of being drawn further into the world of lesbian submission.

I licked slowly as I pondered my future as a submissive lesbian to my flesh and blood and wondering besides a weekend slave for a group of teen cheerleaders, what was the other humiliating tasks Kaylee had in mind. A chill went up my spine as my mind spun with possibilities and I felt hands on my hips.

"Ready to get ass fucked, Mommy?" my daughter asked.

I didn't even hesitate as I said, between licks, "Yes, Mistress, fuck Mommy's ass."

I felt warm liquid between my ass cheeks and after some rubbing of my puckered back door, Kaylee slowly pushed forward and after a brief resistance I felt my ass get filled.

I whimpered, "Aaaaaaaaaaah," as a burning pain seared through me. Yet, I allowed the pain to linger, then simmer, as Kaylee slowly fucked my ass.

"Good, Mommy," Kaylee purred, as she promised, "This is just the beginning, Mommy."

"I hoooooooope so," I whimpered, my body now just a vessel of pleasure for my daughter...and I wouldn't have it any other way.