Part 03.2
Ryan's chest heaves as he watches his sister scoop his semen from her pussy and place it in her mouth. His eyes lock on the red abused pussy as he looks at his seed flowing from it. "Can I taste it?" He asks as he lowers his head, almost like his mother does when she is submitting.
Gwen slides up slightly on the bed, resting her head near the headboard as she spreads her legs wide. She runs her slender fingers across the small tuft of hair above her cum filled pussy, before curling her finger in a come-hither motion. "If you want to taste it, Ryan, you need to from where you put it." She flashes an evil grin as she spreads her pussy lips open.
Ryan can feel a bead of sweat roll down his forehead as he leers at the cum leaking from his sister's slit. The older brother does not know what is compelling him to do such a thing, but he knows he wants to do it as he leans his face down and kisses the small tuft of hair. The mood in the room no longer one of violent sexual aggression, but now one of almost a gentle innocence. The older brother takes time kissing before moving down and running his tongue up and down his little sister's slit.
"Oh...Uh...Yes..." Gwen moans out as her big brother's tongue slides inside her. "That's it, Ryan eat your baby sister." She moans out as she wraps her legs around his head.
Jason White looks at the clock in the hall as he enters the family home after finishing a tryst with his mistress Kayla. He squints his dark eyes, trying to read the time, as he knows this most recent session lasted longer than he planned. The married man walks up the stairs assuming everyone in his family had long since retired for the evening. As he stands at the top of the steps, he can see a small ray of light shining from under his son's door. Jason momentarily wonders why his typically early bird son would be up so late but opts not to investigate as he steps into his bedroom.
Michelle, Jason's wife, is asleep a small banker's lamp, the only thing illuminating the room. The mother of two clad simply in a skimpy satin pink bra and panty combo accented with a fringe of black lace and a small blackout sleeping mask. Jason's already overworked cock twitches a little as he looks at his wife's body. Michelle fast asleep on top of the blanket's her body exposed to anyone who would walk into the bedroom. The married man's cock now growing as he reaches down to rub his crotch. He slides his pants down and strokes his semi-hard cock, attempting to bring it to full mast as he creepily stares at his sleeping wife.
Michelle, sound asleep, unaware of her husband's presence, does not move as the now fully nude Jason crawls onto the bed. He is inches away from her, as he is unsure how he wants to proceed as many thoughts run through his mind. Jason reaches down and caresses his wife's soft tan flesh as her body shivers in reaction. One hand stroking his cock as the other touches his sleeping wife, he slowly moves his hand up her body he grabs her throat roughly as she jars awake. Michelle frantically reaching for her sleeping mask as the voice of the man now choking her growls. "Don't fucking touch it." The command spoken with such gruff authority Michelle instantly complies.
Jason squeezes and releases his wife's throat, pushing her limit of oxygen deprivation more with each squeeze. The gruff husband strokes his hard, sticky cock faster. "What kind of fucking whore sleeps exposed so anyone, including her kids, can see her?" He asks as he releases her throat.
"I am sorry..." Michelle responds as her large natural breasts heave up and down.
Jason grips her throat again, squeezing it tightly the veins in the back of his large masculine hands raising up as his grip locks in. "I didn't ask if you were sorry. I asked, what kind of whore are you?" He again growls, almost making his voice indistinguishable to his wife.
Michelle's body quivers and shakes as the voice is familiar and unfamiliar all at the same time. The wife assumes it to be her husband. Still, the excitement of the slightly unknown has her body on edge nonetheless. "I'm a dirty whore." She states as the man releases her throat.
"Fucking whores," Jason growls as he pushes his wife's legs open. "I bet a dirty whore like you would want to be caught, wouldn't you?" Jason questions as he pulls the skimpy panties down, exposing his wife's hairless pussy. "Wouldn't you? Wouldn't you like to be caught being fucked?" Jason asks again as he slaps his wife's wet pussy.
The jolt of pain only making Michelle hotter as she thinks about the man's words. The idea of anyone let alone one of her kids walking in as she is being used and abused, making her crave sexual attention. "No, I don't want anyone to see me like this." She playfully responds as she tries to reach down to rub her pussy.
Jason roughly slaps her hand away. "No one said you could touch yourself." As he then hits the now soaked pussy of Michelle even harder.
"I need it." She cries out in a mix of desperation and pain as the urge to finger herself is more potent than it has even been.
Jason can detect the desperation in her voice. "What would your husband think seeing you trying to rub your pathetic whore pussy?" The married man does his best to keep up his roleplay as he questions his wife.
Michelle, almost certain it is her husband, still feels the slight unknown heightens the situation. "He'd be so mad. I am not allowed to be with other men."
"So, he owns you."
Michelle feels near orgasmic as the words resonate in her head. She never really thought of this as ownership, but now hearing Jason's words, she likes it. She loves what she hears as with a smile, she responds. "Yes, I am property he owns me."
Jason breathing hard as he has performed his part for as long as he can without taking his wife. The husband slides his cock deep inside his wife. "I am going to fuck his property." He grunts as he inserts himself all the way inside.
Michelle quivers as she orgasms from his insertion. The build-up to the moment has the libidinous woman nearly at climax. The swollen cock now invading her body sends the wanton wife crashing over the cliff. "Oh...Fuck..." She moans out as she can feel the man's body weight entirely on top of hers. The large cock practically bottoming out inside her. The fullness brings pleasure along with pain as the invading piece of meat starts to pull out before pushing back in. The motion slow and methodical as the man on top of her makes sure he grinds his body against hers, ensuring he has himself totally inside her.
"Pathetic...Sad little whore pussy." Jason grunts as he is now just trying to come up with any insults, no matter if they make sense or not. "Worthless cunt." He again growls as he lightly slaps his wife's face just hard enough to make her head turn. "Why would anyone want to own someone like you?" He groans as he can feel a gush of hot wetness cascade from his wife's pussy.
"I don't know...I cannot please my...husband..." Michelle moans out in between deep breaths and incoherent moans as she revels in the words of the man using her so roughly.
Jason pulls Michelle's legs over his shoulders, giving him a better angle to use her as he picks up his pace slightly. He is still grinding himself against her as he fully roots his cock inside her, but now he can feel her body jump and twitch under him. His mushroom like cock head contacts his wife's cervix, giving her the rush of painful pleasure she craves. The husband wants to play his part more but cannot find the words as he focuses on his pacing, trying not to cum too quickly. "Beg for my cum."
"Please...please give me your seed."
"I said, beg bitch!" Jason says more forcibly as he slaps his wife's cheek again.
"I need that cum, this worthless little whore needs it, please...please give me that cum," Michelle begs almost like a child throwing a tantrum for a new toy they need.
Jason pulls his soaking wet cock from his wife's slit and moves up the bed, he hovers over her as he jerks his cock. The married man can feel his shaft throb and pulsate as the rush of cum nears eruption, he strokes hard and fast with his left hand as he rips the sleeping mask off with his right. Michelle's eyes immediately stare up at her husband just in time to see the geyser of cum shoot from the swollen cock head coating her face.
Jason lays down next to his cum soaked wife taking a moment to catch his breath as he wipes his brow. Michelle lays there feeling a new level of gratification at receiving a facial from her husband. "That was so damn good." She finally moans out as she wears the cum like a badge of honor. "It was almost like you were a rapist." She gleefully says.
Jason feels dirty and excited at his wife's words; the married man still not sure what was going on in his marriage or his sex life. He knows he is supposed to be the master or the controlling one, but at times, Jason cannot help but feel like he is just along for the ride on this insane roller coaster. "Did that excite you to think a stranger was fucking you?"
Michelle lowers her cum-stained face as she meekly replies, "Yes, it did."
"Do you want to go back to the swing party?"
"Why?"
"Lots of men there who can fuck you, like Johnny did that first night." A confused Jason responds as he felt the answer was self-explanatory.
"I liked that, but I didn't at the same time, maybe it was because it was still new at the time. I don't know if strangers are really what I need or want. I think a couple's swap would be more up my alley." Michelle slowly speaks as she takes the time to choose her words carefully.
Jason nods at his wife's words as he wraps his arm around her and drifts off to sleep. The husband, unsure of where his relationship with his wife is heading, however, at the same time enjoying the strange and kinky ride.
The next morning at the dining room table, the foursome, sit in near silence as they each hungrily munch on their preferred breakfast. Jason nonchalantly sips at his coffee as he thumbs through the news on his tablet. The events of the night before no longer something that stuck with the married man as they did at the start of the changes in his marriage. Michelle, still wearing the marks of her wild encounter with Jason, tries to act as if the abuse marks on her flesh are commonplace. The mother of two cannot help but feel slightly embarrassed/humiliated.
Michelle can feel her son's eyes on her almost as if he is judging her, as she drinks her orange juice while waiting for her oatmeal to cool off. Ryan sips his water as he picks at his protein bar, the oldest son feeling riddled with guilt over what he did to his sister. Ryan also still is combating feelings of anger at his father, whom he still blames for his mother's behavior. Gwen happily eats her bagel, much like her father; she feels nothing negative about what transpired with her brother. The buxom teen is just thankful no significant marks were left on her flesh. The emerald-eyed teen, unlike her brother, finds her mom and dad's new relationship to be fun and exciting.
"Do either of you two have plans today?" Jason asks as he places his tablet onto the table.
"Uh...No dad, I don't have a class today, and the weather called off practice."
"How is baseball going?"
"Oh, pretty good mom, the coach is impressed at my mechanics. He says I got a good shot of making the starting line up as a freshman," Ryan says as he does not look up from his juices glass. The young man's voice and demeanor making it appear as though he is sharing bad news.
"Gwen?"
"Oh, what daddy? Sorry I was kinda zoned out." The younger sibling says with a smile as her thoughts broken from what happened less than twenty-four hours ago.
"Any plans? I thought the high school was out for in-service or some crap like that." Jason says as he looks at his daughter. The "zoned out" look very similar to the ones he had seen on his wife's face many times before their talk, and the change in their marriage started. The father cannot help but wonder if his daughter was having similarly wild thoughts.
"I think me and momma are going to go shopping, right?" Gwen says as she nods towards her mother.
"Yeah, we are. I need some new outfits, and of course, the fashion diva over there always wants new clothes." Michelle laughs as she motions towards her daughter.
Gwen excuses herself from the table and quickly retreats to her upstairs bedroom to dress for the day out with her mother. Ryan, the oldest huffs before standing to leave the table. The son grumbling something barely coherent before walking to the steps to go to his bedroom in the basement.
"What is wrong with your son?"
"Why does he have to be my son when he's a grump?"
"Do you think when he acts like that, I want to claim him? Besides Chelle you've always been his favorite. So do you know what's eating king mood swing?"
"I think he's putting two and two together about our new life. The scene with Kayla the other day was kind of a dead giveaway; something has changed."
"Yeah, I don't think the changes are adding up for him."
"Well, he's always, well how do I say this?"
Jason chuckles as he shakes his head. "Put his mother on a pedestal."
"I wouldn't use those exact words, but yeah, something to that effect." Michelle sighs as she looks towards the basement door. The mother of two cannot help but worry that she is causing her oldest stress. The auburn-haired pale blue-eyed mother knows her husband is correct; their oldest child often did look at her differently than he did his father. The son had looked at his mother as being some virtuous person, a view that Michelle never fully understood why.
"You looked worried."
"Well, I don't want Ryan to be hurt."
"Want to stop everything?"
"Oh no, this is the first time in my life I feel sexually free. He is an adult, and he needs to learn I have flaws, and I apparently like things that are out of the norm."
"I was just checking."
"Thanks, I am glad you ask, but Jason, if I wanted to stop, I'd tell you. I love what we are doing; I love who I am."
Jason chuckles a bit internally as he too has started enjoying the new lifestyle. Still, he wanted to hear his wife say she also did. The long time husband feels a pang of scarce guilt as he set his wife up for her admission, as he knows that if somehow this all falls apart, he would be able to tell her it was her idea. "On that note, I did want to talk to you about something you mentioned before."
"The idea about me with others?" Michelle's pulse quickens as she feels her hands become clammy.
Jason sighs heavily as he nods in the affirmative. "Yeah, that."
"Ok, what about it."
"I think maybe I could be okay with you with someone else. I am not taking the cuck role though, I also maintain say over when it is allowed."
"Nor would I want you to take that role." Michelle's heart rate increases as she agrees with her husband.
"You are my property, and don't forget that."
Michelle's bald slit moistens at the words of her husband. "Yes, sir, I know."
"No, I want you to say it."
"I am your property." Michelle feels euphoric as the words leave her mouth. The thirty-seven-year-old woman's head spins as she feels overwhelming delight by what her husband has said.
"Okay, so today, why not try it out."
"What?" Michelle asks as her eyes widen.
"Just flirt a little, find a guy flirt see how it feels." Jason nods his head as he speaks, trying to maintain a calm voice and demeanor. He can tell from his wife's changing expression that she is slightly uncomfortable with the idea.
"But what about Gwen?"
"What about her? She can find her own guy."
"Jason what the hell, she will be there with me," Michelle states as she cannot help but feel slight unrest about flirting with other men in front of their eighteen-year-old daughter.
"You said she knows in a roundabout way what is going on, and she too is an adult. You talked about wanting to make this very open like Shelly and Johnny, so why not a light beta test." Jason calmly states as he runs through the facts of the situation, almost as if he is reviewing bullet points for a business meeting.
"Really, your computer terms?" Michelle wrinkles her nose at her husband, feeling slightly annoyed at his use of terms she did not fully comprehend.
Michelle and Gwen decide to head to the closest mall for a day of shopping and girl time. The mother-daughter duo chitchat about things of little importance to pass the time on the short drive. Gwen rolls her eyes more than a few times at her mother's selection of music.
"Really, mom?"
"What?"
"This music is just bad."
"Well, I like hair metal."
"Cherry-pie?" Gwen laughs as she reads the name of the radio display. "This sounds like a stripper song."
Michelle giggles at her daughter's comment. "I think it is actually."
"Now coming to the stage...Cherry Delight." Gwen laughs as she tries her best to imitate the radio disc jockey.
"That going to be your name? Is that your college plans?" Michelle playfully slaps at her daughter's arms as she pulls into a parking space.
"Maybe I mean I got the butt and boobs for it."
"Oh my god, daddy, would lose his mind!" Michelle exclaims in an over the top manner.
"Yeah, he might have to find a new club to go to, or maybe just see his daughter working the pole," Gwen says as she sticks out her tongue and rubs it across her pink glossed lips. A small shiver running up her spine as she thinks about her daddy seeing her on the stripper pole.
Michelle just shakes her head as she exits the car. The mother and daughter walk through the mall window-shopping for a bit before going in and out of a few stores. Michelle lets Gwen pick out a few new outfits, some more skimpy than others.
"Aren't you getting anything, mom?" Gwen asks as she hands the cashier her mother's debit card.
"I dunno everything here is for younger girls."
"Oh, you can rock anything here momma," Michelle says as she eyes her mother up and down.
Michelle is overtaken with feelings of flattery and embarrassment by her daughter as she feels the young girl's green eyes roaming over her. "Well, maybe I'll try some stuff on."
Gwen smiles and claps as she takes the bag from the cashier. "Come on, let us go over here." The young daughter says as she points to a nearby clothing section.
Gwen carefully selects multiple items from various racks taking a moment to hold each up in front of her mom as she tries to size her up. "I think these will work, your boobs might be a little tight in them, but that will just make them pop more."
Michelle grasps the plethora of items and walks to the nearby dressing areas. "I think I'll try them on."
"Good," Gwen says as she grabs her mother's arm and pulls her into a larger dressing room with a handicap sign on the door.
"Gwen, I am very capable of doing this alone," Michelle says as she wrinkles her brow at her daughter feeling slightly upset with her actions.
"I know, but I want to see," Gwen says as she playfully bites at her bottom lip.
"No, get out, young lady."
"No mother! I said to try on the clothes." Gwen forcefully replies.
Michelle can feel her body tingle as her daughter's forceful tone shocks and excites her. "Yes, okay, Gwen."
The two women stand face to face in the slightly larger dressing room. The mother and daughter almost at equal height their bodies just a few inches apart as the young woman sorts through the stack of clothes picking an item for her mother. Michelle feels her body temperature rise as her body nearly touches against her daughter. The imagery of the taboo thoughts she had some time ago instantly flooding back into her mind. The forbidden lust of incest making the older woman's legs tremble and pussy pulsate.
"I think these will all look good on you and fit in with you and daddy's new lifestyle."
"What all do you know?" Michelle asks with shame in her voice as she looks down, avoiding eye contact with her daughter.
"Well, he owns you."
"Gwen..." Michelle feels compelled to explain things as the realization that her daughter has done more than just figure out bits and pieces based on their previous talk. She knows the morning with Kayla at the house also put together many puzzle pieces. Michelle feels light-headed as she can feel her heart thundering, the shock of her daughter knowing virtually everything rocking the mom's world.
"Shut up and try on the clothes." Gwen coldly cuts off her mother as she gives her an icy stare. "I overheard it all. I am not Ryan, you aren't some pure as the driven snow woman to me. I have no issues with what you and daddy do, and I am not some little close-minded teenager who is going to say it's gross."
Michelle feels somewhat relieved at her daughter's monologue, but at the same time, another combination of emotions hits the mother. She laughs slightly as she thinks back to how she likely would have reacted should her parents been behaving like her and her husband. As a teen, Michelle would have run for the door plugging her ears. Now here she is talking with her daughter, listening to Gwen's thoughts on how hot it all is.
Michelle smiles at Gwen, pleased that her daughter has such an open mind. The flip side to that, however, is she also feels guilty that she is not a more influential role model for her young daughter. Michelle's raising gave her many experiences with strong women all around her. If her own mother knew what she was doing now, she would likely be disowned. "I am sorry I am not like grandma and a stronger female role model for you."
"Oh please, grandma's a bitch; you need to be you not your best impersonation of her."
Michelle strips down to her bra and panties in the small cubicle as she takes the first outfit off the hanger. The tiny skirt and blouse combination selected by her daughter something a short time earlier she would never even entertain wearing. "Well, what do you think?" Michelle asks her daughter, who is now sitting on the small bench in the room, eyeing her mother over.
"Looks cute, covers just enough, and it's kinda slutty, so yeah, I think daddy will approve."
"Do you think I am slutty?" Michelle looks down as she asks her daughter a question she never thought she would.
"I think you are more kinky than slutty, but I don't know what all you two have done just that you are exploring some rather unconventional things. I'd definitely call you a slut if you start doing the other guys like you and daddy talked about."
Michelle nods to her daughter's words, as she partly is happy her daughter did not call her a slut and somewhat disappointed by it at the same time. "Well, we went to a swing party. I was with this guy Johnny, and daddy fucked his wife, Shelly."
Gwen's eyebrows raise slightly at the news of the swing party. "Wow, I thought daddy was just beating you and fucking Ms. Long."
Michelle bites her lip as the urge to correct her daughter's language hit her hard, but given the circumstances, the eighteen-year-old dropping an F-bomb did not seem that bad. "As far as me doing things with others, that is really about it."
"I heard he kinda gave the green light to you with others, but do you think daddy wants you with others?"
"That's what we are working out. I think daddy is paying me back for ignoring or rejecting his wants and needs for so long. I don't think it's really on purpose, but he's doing it without thinking."
"So you are just going to be the pathetic housewife who knowingly lets her husband blow his load in other women."
The words of her daughter setting the mother on fire inside as she can feel her pussy moisten as her pulse quickens. "I think it's hot in this little room," Michelle says as she fans herself while removing the last outfit from the pile of clothes her daughter picked out. "Well I think I am just going to buy them all, you did a good job picking stuff out," Michelle says as she gathers up the clothing. The shaken mother attempting to end the dressing room fashion show, and the conversation in general.
"That night with Ms. Long, did you and she do anything?" Gwen tilts her head to the side and curls the corner of her mouth slightly into a devilish grin.
"What?"
"You heard me didn't you?" Gwen forcibly questions her mother.
The married mom of two stares at the floor. Michelle thinks back to the feeling of humiliation she experienced that night Jason pushed her face into Kayla's cum filled pussy. That moment the only thing she and Jason had done that she ever felt reservations about was going down on the other woman. "Yes, daddy made me. He came inside Kayla, and he pushed face down into her. They both demanded I do it." Michelle retells the story of that night and that experience, as she stands clad only in her white lace bra and panties.
Gwen smiles at her mother's confession. The eighteen-year-old leans forward on the bench towards her mother standing before her. The teen's long blonde hair falling forward, framing her face as she is inches away from her own mother's panty covered crotch. The teen reaches out and cups her mother's ass cheeks, which her panties do a poor job of hiding.
Michelle's body shivers as she can feel her daughter's hands caressing the soft flesh of her butt. "Oh, Gwen." She softly moans.
Gwen, not a stranger to bi-sexuality as most of the seniors on her cheer squad experimented with it often, feels a rush of sexual energy. The naughty daughter places her lips against her own mother's barely concealed pussy. The teen kisses and licks the silk-like material covering her mother's moist slit before sliding the material to the side to taste her exposed flesh.
Michelle instantly begins to orgasm at her daughter's touch. "Oh please, please don't stop..." The mother begs her daughter as she grabs onto a nearby handicap rail for support.
As the mother of two's breathing starts to regulate, and her shaking slows, the teen raises her head up. A minuscule amount of her mother's juices drip from her chin. "Now that was something slutty. You let your own little girl make you cum."
Michelle barely can hear her daughter's words over her thunderous heartbeat. "I'm so sorry."
Gwen shakes her head at her mother's apology. "Give me your panties slut."
"What?" Michelle questions as she looks down at her daughter sitting on the little bench before her in the dressing room, the teen's face slightly wet. "Why should I give them to you?" Michelle questions as her daughter's words almost instantly snap the mother back to reality.
"Slut, give me the god damned panties," Gwen says as she slightly raises her voice just to show authority but not loud enough to be heard over the store's music.
Michelle sighs deeply as with trembling hands, she grips the waistband and slides them to the floor before stepping out of them. The emotional mother retrieves them from the floor and hands them to her daughter. "Here, Gwen."
Gwen holds them up before her sniffing the thin piece of white material. "Oh my, you came so hard for me." Gwen purrs as she drops the panties to the floor.
Michelle, again is back to a state of barely being able to breathe. The mother's heart races, her head spins as goosebumps cover nearly every inch of her body. The internal voices, which had been silent for so long, scream out in her head once more. "Tell her to give you the panties back, she's your daughter you need to take control." The more angelic of the inner thoughts logically states.
"You are a slut you let her make you cum, look at you. You're such a pathetic bitch standing half-naked in front of your own daughter horny as a whore." The other more devil-like voice says almost as if her own conscience is mocking her.
Michelle swallows hard as she forces herself to take a few deep breaths to try to silence her inner turmoil before looking at Gwen. "Can I have them back?"
Gwen smiles as she stands from the little bench, the devilish teenager slides her short plaid skirt up to reveal she too is not wearing any panties before sitting back down on the cold piece of wood. "Get on your knees."
"What no Gwen this is too far. I am your mother!" Michelle responds, trying to raise her voice to show some sort of authority and retake control of the rapidly spiraling situation.
"So me licking you is okay, but you getting on your fucking knees is somehow going too far? I said, get on your knees." Gwen again issues her command, the teenager's tone seems more forceful despite not raising her voice like her mother.
For a brief moment, the mother contemplates crying out for help, but the music blaring over the store speakers would likely drown her out. In a short few seconds, the nervous mother stares at her daughter before the realization that this type of treatment is what she yearns to receive. Michelle lowers herself to the floor and inches towards her daughter's curling finger. The moment seems almost like an out of body experience for the mother of two. She can see herself crawling towards her daughter's shaved pussy, and she knows she needs to stop, but teh depraved mother also knows she cannot stop. The humiliated woman kisses the lips of her daughter's wet slit as she lets her tongue part her lips. Gwen moans softly as she reaches down and grasps her mother's hair. The dominating daughter uses a handful of hair to ensure her mother cannot retreat from her. Michelle winces slightly at the hair tugging as she continues running her tongue up and down her daughter's bald wet slit.
"Mmm...Good mommy." Gwen purrs as she thrusts her hips towards her mother's face. "You like being a mommy whore, don't you?"
Michelle tries to nod yes as she is salivating more and more attempting to please her youngest child. The eighteen-year-old's pussy tasting so much different from Kayla's cream pie pussy. The mother feels an array of emotions from embarrassment, shame, and just plain dirty for what she is doing, but at the same time loves every minute of the experience.
Gwen moans loudly as her mother nibbles and sucks on her swollen clit. The young teen has had other more experienced women between her athletic legs but nothing as taboo as having her own mom. The stimulation of her mother's tongue, combined with the reality of the situation, quickly drives the young girl to orgasm. Gwen clenches her emerald eyes shut as she buries her mom's face into her wanton pussy. "Oh yesss...Mommy." She cries out.
Michelle tries to suck all of her daughter's forbidden juices as they crash into her face like a tidal wave. The mother's fingers abusing her own clit, driving herself to orgasm close to simultaneously. As Gwen's tense muscles relax, she relinquishes her grip on her mother's auburn hair letting the woman pull back. Michelle's face soaking wet her make up smeared as she wears her daughter's juices.
"Gwen, we should not have done that," Michelle says as she stands before her daughter, her face a hot wet mess her knees red from the cheap carpet on the dressing room floor.
"Why you liked it," Gwen says innocently as she stands up to pull her skirt back down.
"That is not the point, young lady, what will your father say? Well, after daddy fucks me, he won't say much other than a thank-you." The young teen giggles.
"Wait...This is all about you, fucking daddy?" A perplexed Michelle questions her daughter as she stands before her still clad only in a bra.
Gwen stands up and wraps her arms around her visibly confused and upset mother. "No this was at first about me showing you I support this new lifestyle. Then it was about me showing you that I want to be a part of it, and now after I thought about it more, I think it's also about me wanting daddy."
Michelle smiles a bit as she looks into her daughter's eyes. The mother's emotions still ran from one extreme to the other. The mother does like and appreciates her daughter's idea's even if the execution was a bit on the extreme side of things. The sexually adventurous teen pushed her mother way outside her comfort zone, and that is part of this completely new lifestyle. Michelle is a small but weird way feels grateful for her daughter's actions.
"You are a lot like daddy, you know that?" The mother asks as she leans into to kiss her daughter's lips.
The young woman's tongue massages her mother's invading tongue as they share the taste of each other in a lustful non-family like kiss. "I think I'm a hybrid." Gwen smiles as their lips part. "I like to be in control, but also like being the dirty whore like you."
"I have urges to be in control at times."
"Why not act on them then?"
"Daddy is my owner, and you heard him I am his property. I crave that far more than I do any type of control." Michelle explains as she looks around the room for her original clothing.
"Well, he gave you permission to flirt, use those men, control them," Gwen responds as she picks up her mother's panties, and places them into her purse. "Those are mine now."
"What?"
"I like to keep them; you think you're the first woman I've had in this room." Gwen giggles as she zips her purse.
"Excuse me ladies, is everything okay in there?" A voice asks as a knock on the door interrupts the taboo mother-daughter time.
"Oh shit, mommy, we are busted." Gwen laughs as she looks at her still half-nude mother.
Michelle's face still damp with her daughter's pussy juices starts to turn a shade of pink as all the muscles in her body tense up. The mother of two stares at the dressing room door then at her daughter, then back to the door again before she walks over and grasps the small barrel bolt that secures the door. She slowly slides it up and over as a million thoughts and ideas speed through her mind, the internal voices that haunt her all screaming different things. "Just apologize." "Tell him to fuck off." "Grab that little manager and jerk him inside, like the whore you are." Michelle clenches her eyes and shakes her head as she takes several deep breaths trying to silence the internal voices before she pulls the door open.
"I'm sorry I think I am having some issues with some of the outfits, can you assist me." The half-nude thirty-seven-year-old mother of two says as she grasps at the young man's Rick and Morty t-shirt and drags him into the room.
The room was already small but now even more cramped with three people inside as the young man stares at Gwen, who is grinning from ear to ear, then looks at the woman who dragged him into the room. "Shit look, I am so sorry." He nervously says as his eyes flutter about unsure where to look.
Michelle reaches down and pulls the small lanyard up so she can read the young man's name. "So Kris, according to this, you're the manager, huh?"
"Uh, yes ma'am..." The nervous twenty-two-year-old replies as his eyes fixate on the barely concealed large melon-like breasts of Michelle.
"You like staring at my mommy's breasts?" Gwen questions with a giggle as she is intrigued as to what her mother's plan is.
"Your...who?...Uh no...I mean well, yes...What was the question?" The rattled store manager excessively stammering.
Michelle's body is a raging ball of hormones as she stares at the twenty-something-year-old. The words of her husband saying it was okay to flirt come back to her, but this is far from flirting she thinks to herself, as she worries about the health and wellbeing of the trembling young man. Michelle leans in and places her lips to those of the scared young manager. Kris, the manager, at first stands like a statue before instinctively responding by parting his lips and letting the milf invade his mouth.
Gwen leans back on the dressing room bench not sure, where this is all heading as she pulls her phone out and sneakily takes a few pics of her mother in action. Kris's hands still trembling like someone going through withdrawal find their way to the hot bare flesh of Michelle. The store manager caresses and massages her before he grips her naked butt cheeks pulling the libidinous mother closer to him. The lusty mother's tongue wrestles with the young man's finding his tongue ring as they swirl together.
Michelle pulls her lips away as she summons all her strength to tell him something she never thought she could say to a stranger. "Pull your dick out."
Kris freezes momentarily as he is unsure if what he heard was correct or not. It takes a mere millisecond before he quickly grabs at the black leather strap with metal studs that hold his oversized jeans up. He lets the pants fall to the dressing room floor before doing the same with his little jockey shorts. The store manager's cock sticking straight forward as Michelle reaches down to grasp it, she gives it a few playful strokes sizing the young man up.
Gwen moves from her bench and squeezes around the duo, still stealthily snapping pictures with her phone. "Mmm, well, what he lacks in length he makes up for in width."
"I'm...I'm sorry, ma'am," Kris says as he lowers his head in embarrassment.
"Oh, don't listen to my daughter; she's a bitch." Michelle giggles as she lowers herself to her knees. The whorish mother leans over, resting her chest on the bench her daughter previously resided, the wooden seat still damp with her daughter's fluids. "Are you going to fuck me?" Michelle boldly questions as she shakes her ass.
"What the fuck?"
"Fuck her, she's a whore...Take your little dick and fuck my mom." Gwen says as she is frustrated by the manager's question.
"Come on, Kris, do you want some mom pussy or not?" Michelle asks as she continues to force herself to act against her character.
Kris, the little goth looking twenty-two-year-old store manager, feels faint gets on the floor behind the awaiting milf. The young man grips his five and half-inch long thick cock in his hand and pushes it inside the soaking wet pussy of Michelle. As Michelle feels the stranger's cock enter her, she repositions herself placing her head to the dirty floor to push her ass higher in the air. The new position allowing the young man to sink all of his cock into her.
"Oh my God, you are a whore, mommy." Gwen purrs as she accentuates the word, mommy. The naughty teen still snapping pictures. As she slides her other hand inside the waist of her little plaid schoolgirl like skirt so she can rub her pussy. "Harder fuck her harder." Gwen moans out as she teases her clit.
Kris grunts hard as he grips the hips of the married mother, the young man slamming his body against hers, trying to do as Gwen commands. Michelle can feel her opening stretching to take the thick piece of young meat inside her, the stretch providing a near pain like pleasure the wanton mother needs.
"Fuck me, you little bitch!" Michelle exclaims as she starts pushing back against Kris's thrusts forward.
Michelle's face buried into the dirty store carpet as she lets a stranger violate her pussy. The married woman not sure where this moment lands in her new lifestyle, but at the same time is reveling in the moment of devilish debauchery.
Kris, despite having a smaller cock than what Michelle is accustomed too has the mother climax rapidly approaching climax. As Michelle reaches her crescendo, her pussy releases a deluge of hot fluids onto the bare cock of the young manager deep inside her. The young goth male groans as the sensory overload is too much for him. He quickly jerks his cock out of the married woman's hot wet opening. He begins frantically stroking himself off, ejaculating a thick heavy load of hot white semen all over the firm round ass of the naughty mother. Michelle does not move as she lays feeling the fiery liquid crash down on her bottom.
Michelle can hear the young man leaving the room as she remains in the position. She silently reflects on what she just did, wondering if Jason is going to freak out or accept it.
Gwen slides up slightly on the bed, resting her head near the headboard as she spreads her legs wide. She runs her slender fingers across the small tuft of hair above her cum filled pussy, before curling her finger in a come-hither motion. "If you want to taste it, Ryan, you need to from where you put it." She flashes an evil grin as she spreads her pussy lips open.
Ryan can feel a bead of sweat roll down his forehead as he leers at the cum leaking from his sister's slit. The older brother does not know what is compelling him to do such a thing, but he knows he wants to do it as he leans his face down and kisses the small tuft of hair. The mood in the room no longer one of violent sexual aggression, but now one of almost a gentle innocence. The older brother takes time kissing before moving down and running his tongue up and down his little sister's slit.
"Oh...Uh...Yes..." Gwen moans out as her big brother's tongue slides inside her. "That's it, Ryan eat your baby sister." She moans out as she wraps her legs around his head.
Jason White looks at the clock in the hall as he enters the family home after finishing a tryst with his mistress Kayla. He squints his dark eyes, trying to read the time, as he knows this most recent session lasted longer than he planned. The married man walks up the stairs assuming everyone in his family had long since retired for the evening. As he stands at the top of the steps, he can see a small ray of light shining from under his son's door. Jason momentarily wonders why his typically early bird son would be up so late but opts not to investigate as he steps into his bedroom.
Michelle, Jason's wife, is asleep a small banker's lamp, the only thing illuminating the room. The mother of two clad simply in a skimpy satin pink bra and panty combo accented with a fringe of black lace and a small blackout sleeping mask. Jason's already overworked cock twitches a little as he looks at his wife's body. Michelle fast asleep on top of the blanket's her body exposed to anyone who would walk into the bedroom. The married man's cock now growing as he reaches down to rub his crotch. He slides his pants down and strokes his semi-hard cock, attempting to bring it to full mast as he creepily stares at his sleeping wife.
Michelle, sound asleep, unaware of her husband's presence, does not move as the now fully nude Jason crawls onto the bed. He is inches away from her, as he is unsure how he wants to proceed as many thoughts run through his mind. Jason reaches down and caresses his wife's soft tan flesh as her body shivers in reaction. One hand stroking his cock as the other touches his sleeping wife, he slowly moves his hand up her body he grabs her throat roughly as she jars awake. Michelle frantically reaching for her sleeping mask as the voice of the man now choking her growls. "Don't fucking touch it." The command spoken with such gruff authority Michelle instantly complies.
Jason squeezes and releases his wife's throat, pushing her limit of oxygen deprivation more with each squeeze. The gruff husband strokes his hard, sticky cock faster. "What kind of fucking whore sleeps exposed so anyone, including her kids, can see her?" He asks as he releases her throat.
"I am sorry..." Michelle responds as her large natural breasts heave up and down.
Jason grips her throat again, squeezing it tightly the veins in the back of his large masculine hands raising up as his grip locks in. "I didn't ask if you were sorry. I asked, what kind of whore are you?" He again growls, almost making his voice indistinguishable to his wife.
Michelle's body quivers and shakes as the voice is familiar and unfamiliar all at the same time. The wife assumes it to be her husband. Still, the excitement of the slightly unknown has her body on edge nonetheless. "I'm a dirty whore." She states as the man releases her throat.
"Fucking whores," Jason growls as he pushes his wife's legs open. "I bet a dirty whore like you would want to be caught, wouldn't you?" Jason questions as he pulls the skimpy panties down, exposing his wife's hairless pussy. "Wouldn't you? Wouldn't you like to be caught being fucked?" Jason asks again as he slaps his wife's wet pussy.
The jolt of pain only making Michelle hotter as she thinks about the man's words. The idea of anyone let alone one of her kids walking in as she is being used and abused, making her crave sexual attention. "No, I don't want anyone to see me like this." She playfully responds as she tries to reach down to rub her pussy.
Jason roughly slaps her hand away. "No one said you could touch yourself." As he then hits the now soaked pussy of Michelle even harder.
"I need it." She cries out in a mix of desperation and pain as the urge to finger herself is more potent than it has even been.
Jason can detect the desperation in her voice. "What would your husband think seeing you trying to rub your pathetic whore pussy?" The married man does his best to keep up his roleplay as he questions his wife.
Michelle, almost certain it is her husband, still feels the slight unknown heightens the situation. "He'd be so mad. I am not allowed to be with other men."
"So, he owns you."
Michelle feels near orgasmic as the words resonate in her head. She never really thought of this as ownership, but now hearing Jason's words, she likes it. She loves what she hears as with a smile, she responds. "Yes, I am property he owns me."
Jason breathing hard as he has performed his part for as long as he can without taking his wife. The husband slides his cock deep inside his wife. "I am going to fuck his property." He grunts as he inserts himself all the way inside.
Michelle quivers as she orgasms from his insertion. The build-up to the moment has the libidinous woman nearly at climax. The swollen cock now invading her body sends the wanton wife crashing over the cliff. "Oh...Fuck..." She moans out as she can feel the man's body weight entirely on top of hers. The large cock practically bottoming out inside her. The fullness brings pleasure along with pain as the invading piece of meat starts to pull out before pushing back in. The motion slow and methodical as the man on top of her makes sure he grinds his body against hers, ensuring he has himself totally inside her.
"Pathetic...Sad little whore pussy." Jason grunts as he is now just trying to come up with any insults, no matter if they make sense or not. "Worthless cunt." He again growls as he lightly slaps his wife's face just hard enough to make her head turn. "Why would anyone want to own someone like you?" He groans as he can feel a gush of hot wetness cascade from his wife's pussy.
"I don't know...I cannot please my...husband..." Michelle moans out in between deep breaths and incoherent moans as she revels in the words of the man using her so roughly.
Jason pulls Michelle's legs over his shoulders, giving him a better angle to use her as he picks up his pace slightly. He is still grinding himself against her as he fully roots his cock inside her, but now he can feel her body jump and twitch under him. His mushroom like cock head contacts his wife's cervix, giving her the rush of painful pleasure she craves. The husband wants to play his part more but cannot find the words as he focuses on his pacing, trying not to cum too quickly. "Beg for my cum."
"Please...please give me your seed."
"I said, beg bitch!" Jason says more forcibly as he slaps his wife's cheek again.
"I need that cum, this worthless little whore needs it, please...please give me that cum," Michelle begs almost like a child throwing a tantrum for a new toy they need.
Jason pulls his soaking wet cock from his wife's slit and moves up the bed, he hovers over her as he jerks his cock. The married man can feel his shaft throb and pulsate as the rush of cum nears eruption, he strokes hard and fast with his left hand as he rips the sleeping mask off with his right. Michelle's eyes immediately stare up at her husband just in time to see the geyser of cum shoot from the swollen cock head coating her face.
Jason lays down next to his cum soaked wife taking a moment to catch his breath as he wipes his brow. Michelle lays there feeling a new level of gratification at receiving a facial from her husband. "That was so damn good." She finally moans out as she wears the cum like a badge of honor. "It was almost like you were a rapist." She gleefully says.
Jason feels dirty and excited at his wife's words; the married man still not sure what was going on in his marriage or his sex life. He knows he is supposed to be the master or the controlling one, but at times, Jason cannot help but feel like he is just along for the ride on this insane roller coaster. "Did that excite you to think a stranger was fucking you?"
Michelle lowers her cum-stained face as she meekly replies, "Yes, it did."
"Do you want to go back to the swing party?"
"Why?"
"Lots of men there who can fuck you, like Johnny did that first night." A confused Jason responds as he felt the answer was self-explanatory.
"I liked that, but I didn't at the same time, maybe it was because it was still new at the time. I don't know if strangers are really what I need or want. I think a couple's swap would be more up my alley." Michelle slowly speaks as she takes the time to choose her words carefully.
Jason nods at his wife's words as he wraps his arm around her and drifts off to sleep. The husband, unsure of where his relationship with his wife is heading, however, at the same time enjoying the strange and kinky ride.
The next morning at the dining room table, the foursome, sit in near silence as they each hungrily munch on their preferred breakfast. Jason nonchalantly sips at his coffee as he thumbs through the news on his tablet. The events of the night before no longer something that stuck with the married man as they did at the start of the changes in his marriage. Michelle, still wearing the marks of her wild encounter with Jason, tries to act as if the abuse marks on her flesh are commonplace. The mother of two cannot help but feel slightly embarrassed/humiliated.
Michelle can feel her son's eyes on her almost as if he is judging her, as she drinks her orange juice while waiting for her oatmeal to cool off. Ryan sips his water as he picks at his protein bar, the oldest son feeling riddled with guilt over what he did to his sister. Ryan also still is combating feelings of anger at his father, whom he still blames for his mother's behavior. Gwen happily eats her bagel, much like her father; she feels nothing negative about what transpired with her brother. The buxom teen is just thankful no significant marks were left on her flesh. The emerald-eyed teen, unlike her brother, finds her mom and dad's new relationship to be fun and exciting.
"Do either of you two have plans today?" Jason asks as he places his tablet onto the table.
"Uh...No dad, I don't have a class today, and the weather called off practice."
"How is baseball going?"
"Oh, pretty good mom, the coach is impressed at my mechanics. He says I got a good shot of making the starting line up as a freshman," Ryan says as he does not look up from his juices glass. The young man's voice and demeanor making it appear as though he is sharing bad news.
"Gwen?"
"Oh, what daddy? Sorry I was kinda zoned out." The younger sibling says with a smile as her thoughts broken from what happened less than twenty-four hours ago.
"Any plans? I thought the high school was out for in-service or some crap like that." Jason says as he looks at his daughter. The "zoned out" look very similar to the ones he had seen on his wife's face many times before their talk, and the change in their marriage started. The father cannot help but wonder if his daughter was having similarly wild thoughts.
"I think me and momma are going to go shopping, right?" Gwen says as she nods towards her mother.
"Yeah, we are. I need some new outfits, and of course, the fashion diva over there always wants new clothes." Michelle laughs as she motions towards her daughter.
Gwen excuses herself from the table and quickly retreats to her upstairs bedroom to dress for the day out with her mother. Ryan, the oldest huffs before standing to leave the table. The son grumbling something barely coherent before walking to the steps to go to his bedroom in the basement.
"What is wrong with your son?"
"Why does he have to be my son when he's a grump?"
"Do you think when he acts like that, I want to claim him? Besides Chelle you've always been his favorite. So do you know what's eating king mood swing?"
"I think he's putting two and two together about our new life. The scene with Kayla the other day was kind of a dead giveaway; something has changed."
"Yeah, I don't think the changes are adding up for him."
"Well, he's always, well how do I say this?"
Jason chuckles as he shakes his head. "Put his mother on a pedestal."
"I wouldn't use those exact words, but yeah, something to that effect." Michelle sighs as she looks towards the basement door. The mother of two cannot help but worry that she is causing her oldest stress. The auburn-haired pale blue-eyed mother knows her husband is correct; their oldest child often did look at her differently than he did his father. The son had looked at his mother as being some virtuous person, a view that Michelle never fully understood why.
"You looked worried."
"Well, I don't want Ryan to be hurt."
"Want to stop everything?"
"Oh no, this is the first time in my life I feel sexually free. He is an adult, and he needs to learn I have flaws, and I apparently like things that are out of the norm."
"I was just checking."
"Thanks, I am glad you ask, but Jason, if I wanted to stop, I'd tell you. I love what we are doing; I love who I am."
Jason chuckles a bit internally as he too has started enjoying the new lifestyle. Still, he wanted to hear his wife say she also did. The long time husband feels a pang of scarce guilt as he set his wife up for her admission, as he knows that if somehow this all falls apart, he would be able to tell her it was her idea. "On that note, I did want to talk to you about something you mentioned before."
"The idea about me with others?" Michelle's pulse quickens as she feels her hands become clammy.
Jason sighs heavily as he nods in the affirmative. "Yeah, that."
"Ok, what about it."
"I think maybe I could be okay with you with someone else. I am not taking the cuck role though, I also maintain say over when it is allowed."
"Nor would I want you to take that role." Michelle's heart rate increases as she agrees with her husband.
"You are my property, and don't forget that."
Michelle's bald slit moistens at the words of her husband. "Yes, sir, I know."
"No, I want you to say it."
"I am your property." Michelle feels euphoric as the words leave her mouth. The thirty-seven-year-old woman's head spins as she feels overwhelming delight by what her husband has said.
"Okay, so today, why not try it out."
"What?" Michelle asks as her eyes widen.
"Just flirt a little, find a guy flirt see how it feels." Jason nods his head as he speaks, trying to maintain a calm voice and demeanor. He can tell from his wife's changing expression that she is slightly uncomfortable with the idea.
"But what about Gwen?"
"What about her? She can find her own guy."
"Jason what the hell, she will be there with me," Michelle states as she cannot help but feel slight unrest about flirting with other men in front of their eighteen-year-old daughter.
"You said she knows in a roundabout way what is going on, and she too is an adult. You talked about wanting to make this very open like Shelly and Johnny, so why not a light beta test." Jason calmly states as he runs through the facts of the situation, almost as if he is reviewing bullet points for a business meeting.
"Really, your computer terms?" Michelle wrinkles her nose at her husband, feeling slightly annoyed at his use of terms she did not fully comprehend.
Michelle and Gwen decide to head to the closest mall for a day of shopping and girl time. The mother-daughter duo chitchat about things of little importance to pass the time on the short drive. Gwen rolls her eyes more than a few times at her mother's selection of music.
"Really, mom?"
"What?"
"This music is just bad."
"Well, I like hair metal."
"Cherry-pie?" Gwen laughs as she reads the name of the radio display. "This sounds like a stripper song."
Michelle giggles at her daughter's comment. "I think it is actually."
"Now coming to the stage...Cherry Delight." Gwen laughs as she tries her best to imitate the radio disc jockey.
"That going to be your name? Is that your college plans?" Michelle playfully slaps at her daughter's arms as she pulls into a parking space.
"Maybe I mean I got the butt and boobs for it."
"Oh my god, daddy, would lose his mind!" Michelle exclaims in an over the top manner.
"Yeah, he might have to find a new club to go to, or maybe just see his daughter working the pole," Gwen says as she sticks out her tongue and rubs it across her pink glossed lips. A small shiver running up her spine as she thinks about her daddy seeing her on the stripper pole.
Michelle just shakes her head as she exits the car. The mother and daughter walk through the mall window-shopping for a bit before going in and out of a few stores. Michelle lets Gwen pick out a few new outfits, some more skimpy than others.
"Aren't you getting anything, mom?" Gwen asks as she hands the cashier her mother's debit card.
"I dunno everything here is for younger girls."
"Oh, you can rock anything here momma," Michelle says as she eyes her mother up and down.
Michelle is overtaken with feelings of flattery and embarrassment by her daughter as she feels the young girl's green eyes roaming over her. "Well, maybe I'll try some stuff on."
Gwen smiles and claps as she takes the bag from the cashier. "Come on, let us go over here." The young daughter says as she points to a nearby clothing section.
Gwen carefully selects multiple items from various racks taking a moment to hold each up in front of her mom as she tries to size her up. "I think these will work, your boobs might be a little tight in them, but that will just make them pop more."
Michelle grasps the plethora of items and walks to the nearby dressing areas. "I think I'll try them on."
"Good," Gwen says as she grabs her mother's arm and pulls her into a larger dressing room with a handicap sign on the door.
"Gwen, I am very capable of doing this alone," Michelle says as she wrinkles her brow at her daughter feeling slightly upset with her actions.
"I know, but I want to see," Gwen says as she playfully bites at her bottom lip.
"No, get out, young lady."
"No mother! I said to try on the clothes." Gwen forcefully replies.
Michelle can feel her body tingle as her daughter's forceful tone shocks and excites her. "Yes, okay, Gwen."
The two women stand face to face in the slightly larger dressing room. The mother and daughter almost at equal height their bodies just a few inches apart as the young woman sorts through the stack of clothes picking an item for her mother. Michelle feels her body temperature rise as her body nearly touches against her daughter. The imagery of the taboo thoughts she had some time ago instantly flooding back into her mind. The forbidden lust of incest making the older woman's legs tremble and pussy pulsate.
"I think these will all look good on you and fit in with you and daddy's new lifestyle."
"What all do you know?" Michelle asks with shame in her voice as she looks down, avoiding eye contact with her daughter.
"Well, he owns you."
"Gwen..." Michelle feels compelled to explain things as the realization that her daughter has done more than just figure out bits and pieces based on their previous talk. She knows the morning with Kayla at the house also put together many puzzle pieces. Michelle feels light-headed as she can feel her heart thundering, the shock of her daughter knowing virtually everything rocking the mom's world.
"Shut up and try on the clothes." Gwen coldly cuts off her mother as she gives her an icy stare. "I overheard it all. I am not Ryan, you aren't some pure as the driven snow woman to me. I have no issues with what you and daddy do, and I am not some little close-minded teenager who is going to say it's gross."
Michelle feels somewhat relieved at her daughter's monologue, but at the same time, another combination of emotions hits the mother. She laughs slightly as she thinks back to how she likely would have reacted should her parents been behaving like her and her husband. As a teen, Michelle would have run for the door plugging her ears. Now here she is talking with her daughter, listening to Gwen's thoughts on how hot it all is.
Michelle smiles at Gwen, pleased that her daughter has such an open mind. The flip side to that, however, is she also feels guilty that she is not a more influential role model for her young daughter. Michelle's raising gave her many experiences with strong women all around her. If her own mother knew what she was doing now, she would likely be disowned. "I am sorry I am not like grandma and a stronger female role model for you."
"Oh please, grandma's a bitch; you need to be you not your best impersonation of her."
Michelle strips down to her bra and panties in the small cubicle as she takes the first outfit off the hanger. The tiny skirt and blouse combination selected by her daughter something a short time earlier she would never even entertain wearing. "Well, what do you think?" Michelle asks her daughter, who is now sitting on the small bench in the room, eyeing her mother over.
"Looks cute, covers just enough, and it's kinda slutty, so yeah, I think daddy will approve."
"Do you think I am slutty?" Michelle looks down as she asks her daughter a question she never thought she would.
"I think you are more kinky than slutty, but I don't know what all you two have done just that you are exploring some rather unconventional things. I'd definitely call you a slut if you start doing the other guys like you and daddy talked about."
Michelle nods to her daughter's words, as she partly is happy her daughter did not call her a slut and somewhat disappointed by it at the same time. "Well, we went to a swing party. I was with this guy Johnny, and daddy fucked his wife, Shelly."
Gwen's eyebrows raise slightly at the news of the swing party. "Wow, I thought daddy was just beating you and fucking Ms. Long."
Michelle bites her lip as the urge to correct her daughter's language hit her hard, but given the circumstances, the eighteen-year-old dropping an F-bomb did not seem that bad. "As far as me doing things with others, that is really about it."
"I heard he kinda gave the green light to you with others, but do you think daddy wants you with others?"
"That's what we are working out. I think daddy is paying me back for ignoring or rejecting his wants and needs for so long. I don't think it's really on purpose, but he's doing it without thinking."
"So you are just going to be the pathetic housewife who knowingly lets her husband blow his load in other women."
The words of her daughter setting the mother on fire inside as she can feel her pussy moisten as her pulse quickens. "I think it's hot in this little room," Michelle says as she fans herself while removing the last outfit from the pile of clothes her daughter picked out. "Well I think I am just going to buy them all, you did a good job picking stuff out," Michelle says as she gathers up the clothing. The shaken mother attempting to end the dressing room fashion show, and the conversation in general.
"That night with Ms. Long, did you and she do anything?" Gwen tilts her head to the side and curls the corner of her mouth slightly into a devilish grin.
"What?"
"You heard me didn't you?" Gwen forcibly questions her mother.
The married mom of two stares at the floor. Michelle thinks back to the feeling of humiliation she experienced that night Jason pushed her face into Kayla's cum filled pussy. That moment the only thing she and Jason had done that she ever felt reservations about was going down on the other woman. "Yes, daddy made me. He came inside Kayla, and he pushed face down into her. They both demanded I do it." Michelle retells the story of that night and that experience, as she stands clad only in her white lace bra and panties.
Gwen smiles at her mother's confession. The eighteen-year-old leans forward on the bench towards her mother standing before her. The teen's long blonde hair falling forward, framing her face as she is inches away from her own mother's panty covered crotch. The teen reaches out and cups her mother's ass cheeks, which her panties do a poor job of hiding.
Michelle's body shivers as she can feel her daughter's hands caressing the soft flesh of her butt. "Oh, Gwen." She softly moans.
Gwen, not a stranger to bi-sexuality as most of the seniors on her cheer squad experimented with it often, feels a rush of sexual energy. The naughty daughter places her lips against her own mother's barely concealed pussy. The teen kisses and licks the silk-like material covering her mother's moist slit before sliding the material to the side to taste her exposed flesh.
Michelle instantly begins to orgasm at her daughter's touch. "Oh please, please don't stop..." The mother begs her daughter as she grabs onto a nearby handicap rail for support.
As the mother of two's breathing starts to regulate, and her shaking slows, the teen raises her head up. A minuscule amount of her mother's juices drip from her chin. "Now that was something slutty. You let your own little girl make you cum."
Michelle barely can hear her daughter's words over her thunderous heartbeat. "I'm so sorry."
Gwen shakes her head at her mother's apology. "Give me your panties slut."
"What?" Michelle questions as she looks down at her daughter sitting on the little bench before her in the dressing room, the teen's face slightly wet. "Why should I give them to you?" Michelle questions as her daughter's words almost instantly snap the mother back to reality.
"Slut, give me the god damned panties," Gwen says as she slightly raises her voice just to show authority but not loud enough to be heard over the store's music.
Michelle sighs deeply as with trembling hands, she grips the waistband and slides them to the floor before stepping out of them. The emotional mother retrieves them from the floor and hands them to her daughter. "Here, Gwen."
Gwen holds them up before her sniffing the thin piece of white material. "Oh my, you came so hard for me." Gwen purrs as she drops the panties to the floor.
Michelle, again is back to a state of barely being able to breathe. The mother's heart races, her head spins as goosebumps cover nearly every inch of her body. The internal voices, which had been silent for so long, scream out in her head once more. "Tell her to give you the panties back, she's your daughter you need to take control." The more angelic of the inner thoughts logically states.
"You are a slut you let her make you cum, look at you. You're such a pathetic bitch standing half-naked in front of your own daughter horny as a whore." The other more devil-like voice says almost as if her own conscience is mocking her.
Michelle swallows hard as she forces herself to take a few deep breaths to try to silence her inner turmoil before looking at Gwen. "Can I have them back?"
Gwen smiles as she stands from the little bench, the devilish teenager slides her short plaid skirt up to reveal she too is not wearing any panties before sitting back down on the cold piece of wood. "Get on your knees."
"What no Gwen this is too far. I am your mother!" Michelle responds, trying to raise her voice to show some sort of authority and retake control of the rapidly spiraling situation.
"So me licking you is okay, but you getting on your fucking knees is somehow going too far? I said, get on your knees." Gwen again issues her command, the teenager's tone seems more forceful despite not raising her voice like her mother.
For a brief moment, the mother contemplates crying out for help, but the music blaring over the store speakers would likely drown her out. In a short few seconds, the nervous mother stares at her daughter before the realization that this type of treatment is what she yearns to receive. Michelle lowers herself to the floor and inches towards her daughter's curling finger. The moment seems almost like an out of body experience for the mother of two. She can see herself crawling towards her daughter's shaved pussy, and she knows she needs to stop, but teh depraved mother also knows she cannot stop. The humiliated woman kisses the lips of her daughter's wet slit as she lets her tongue part her lips. Gwen moans softly as she reaches down and grasps her mother's hair. The dominating daughter uses a handful of hair to ensure her mother cannot retreat from her. Michelle winces slightly at the hair tugging as she continues running her tongue up and down her daughter's bald wet slit.
"Mmm...Good mommy." Gwen purrs as she thrusts her hips towards her mother's face. "You like being a mommy whore, don't you?"
Michelle tries to nod yes as she is salivating more and more attempting to please her youngest child. The eighteen-year-old's pussy tasting so much different from Kayla's cream pie pussy. The mother feels an array of emotions from embarrassment, shame, and just plain dirty for what she is doing, but at the same time loves every minute of the experience.
Gwen moans loudly as her mother nibbles and sucks on her swollen clit. The young teen has had other more experienced women between her athletic legs but nothing as taboo as having her own mom. The stimulation of her mother's tongue, combined with the reality of the situation, quickly drives the young girl to orgasm. Gwen clenches her emerald eyes shut as she buries her mom's face into her wanton pussy. "Oh yesss...Mommy." She cries out.
Michelle tries to suck all of her daughter's forbidden juices as they crash into her face like a tidal wave. The mother's fingers abusing her own clit, driving herself to orgasm close to simultaneously. As Gwen's tense muscles relax, she relinquishes her grip on her mother's auburn hair letting the woman pull back. Michelle's face soaking wet her make up smeared as she wears her daughter's juices.
"Gwen, we should not have done that," Michelle says as she stands before her daughter, her face a hot wet mess her knees red from the cheap carpet on the dressing room floor.
"Why you liked it," Gwen says innocently as she stands up to pull her skirt back down.
"That is not the point, young lady, what will your father say? Well, after daddy fucks me, he won't say much other than a thank-you." The young teen giggles.
"Wait...This is all about you, fucking daddy?" A perplexed Michelle questions her daughter as she stands before her still clad only in a bra.
Gwen stands up and wraps her arms around her visibly confused and upset mother. "No this was at first about me showing you I support this new lifestyle. Then it was about me showing you that I want to be a part of it, and now after I thought about it more, I think it's also about me wanting daddy."
Michelle smiles a bit as she looks into her daughter's eyes. The mother's emotions still ran from one extreme to the other. The mother does like and appreciates her daughter's idea's even if the execution was a bit on the extreme side of things. The sexually adventurous teen pushed her mother way outside her comfort zone, and that is part of this completely new lifestyle. Michelle is a small but weird way feels grateful for her daughter's actions.
"You are a lot like daddy, you know that?" The mother asks as she leans into to kiss her daughter's lips.
The young woman's tongue massages her mother's invading tongue as they share the taste of each other in a lustful non-family like kiss. "I think I'm a hybrid." Gwen smiles as their lips part. "I like to be in control, but also like being the dirty whore like you."
"I have urges to be in control at times."
"Why not act on them then?"
"Daddy is my owner, and you heard him I am his property. I crave that far more than I do any type of control." Michelle explains as she looks around the room for her original clothing.
"Well, he gave you permission to flirt, use those men, control them," Gwen responds as she picks up her mother's panties, and places them into her purse. "Those are mine now."
"What?"
"I like to keep them; you think you're the first woman I've had in this room." Gwen giggles as she zips her purse.
"Excuse me ladies, is everything okay in there?" A voice asks as a knock on the door interrupts the taboo mother-daughter time.
"Oh shit, mommy, we are busted." Gwen laughs as she looks at her still half-nude mother.
Michelle's face still damp with her daughter's pussy juices starts to turn a shade of pink as all the muscles in her body tense up. The mother of two stares at the dressing room door then at her daughter, then back to the door again before she walks over and grasps the small barrel bolt that secures the door. She slowly slides it up and over as a million thoughts and ideas speed through her mind, the internal voices that haunt her all screaming different things. "Just apologize." "Tell him to fuck off." "Grab that little manager and jerk him inside, like the whore you are." Michelle clenches her eyes and shakes her head as she takes several deep breaths trying to silence the internal voices before she pulls the door open.
"I'm sorry I think I am having some issues with some of the outfits, can you assist me." The half-nude thirty-seven-year-old mother of two says as she grasps at the young man's Rick and Morty t-shirt and drags him into the room.
The room was already small but now even more cramped with three people inside as the young man stares at Gwen, who is grinning from ear to ear, then looks at the woman who dragged him into the room. "Shit look, I am so sorry." He nervously says as his eyes flutter about unsure where to look.
Michelle reaches down and pulls the small lanyard up so she can read the young man's name. "So Kris, according to this, you're the manager, huh?"
"Uh, yes ma'am..." The nervous twenty-two-year-old replies as his eyes fixate on the barely concealed large melon-like breasts of Michelle.
"You like staring at my mommy's breasts?" Gwen questions with a giggle as she is intrigued as to what her mother's plan is.
"Your...who?...Uh no...I mean well, yes...What was the question?" The rattled store manager excessively stammering.
Michelle's body is a raging ball of hormones as she stares at the twenty-something-year-old. The words of her husband saying it was okay to flirt come back to her, but this is far from flirting she thinks to herself, as she worries about the health and wellbeing of the trembling young man. Michelle leans in and places her lips to those of the scared young manager. Kris, the manager, at first stands like a statue before instinctively responding by parting his lips and letting the milf invade his mouth.
Gwen leans back on the dressing room bench not sure, where this is all heading as she pulls her phone out and sneakily takes a few pics of her mother in action. Kris's hands still trembling like someone going through withdrawal find their way to the hot bare flesh of Michelle. The store manager caresses and massages her before he grips her naked butt cheeks pulling the libidinous mother closer to him. The lusty mother's tongue wrestles with the young man's finding his tongue ring as they swirl together.
Michelle pulls her lips away as she summons all her strength to tell him something she never thought she could say to a stranger. "Pull your dick out."
Kris freezes momentarily as he is unsure if what he heard was correct or not. It takes a mere millisecond before he quickly grabs at the black leather strap with metal studs that hold his oversized jeans up. He lets the pants fall to the dressing room floor before doing the same with his little jockey shorts. The store manager's cock sticking straight forward as Michelle reaches down to grasp it, she gives it a few playful strokes sizing the young man up.
Gwen moves from her bench and squeezes around the duo, still stealthily snapping pictures with her phone. "Mmm, well, what he lacks in length he makes up for in width."
"I'm...I'm sorry, ma'am," Kris says as he lowers his head in embarrassment.
"Oh, don't listen to my daughter; she's a bitch." Michelle giggles as she lowers herself to her knees. The whorish mother leans over, resting her chest on the bench her daughter previously resided, the wooden seat still damp with her daughter's fluids. "Are you going to fuck me?" Michelle boldly questions as she shakes her ass.
"What the fuck?"
"Fuck her, she's a whore...Take your little dick and fuck my mom." Gwen says as she is frustrated by the manager's question.
"Come on, Kris, do you want some mom pussy or not?" Michelle asks as she continues to force herself to act against her character.
Kris, the little goth looking twenty-two-year-old store manager, feels faint gets on the floor behind the awaiting milf. The young man grips his five and half-inch long thick cock in his hand and pushes it inside the soaking wet pussy of Michelle. As Michelle feels the stranger's cock enter her, she repositions herself placing her head to the dirty floor to push her ass higher in the air. The new position allowing the young man to sink all of his cock into her.
"Oh my God, you are a whore, mommy." Gwen purrs as she accentuates the word, mommy. The naughty teen still snapping pictures. As she slides her other hand inside the waist of her little plaid schoolgirl like skirt so she can rub her pussy. "Harder fuck her harder." Gwen moans out as she teases her clit.
Kris grunts hard as he grips the hips of the married mother, the young man slamming his body against hers, trying to do as Gwen commands. Michelle can feel her opening stretching to take the thick piece of young meat inside her, the stretch providing a near pain like pleasure the wanton mother needs.
"Fuck me, you little bitch!" Michelle exclaims as she starts pushing back against Kris's thrusts forward.
Michelle's face buried into the dirty store carpet as she lets a stranger violate her pussy. The married woman not sure where this moment lands in her new lifestyle, but at the same time is reveling in the moment of devilish debauchery.
Kris, despite having a smaller cock than what Michelle is accustomed too has the mother climax rapidly approaching climax. As Michelle reaches her crescendo, her pussy releases a deluge of hot fluids onto the bare cock of the young manager deep inside her. The young goth male groans as the sensory overload is too much for him. He quickly jerks his cock out of the married woman's hot wet opening. He begins frantically stroking himself off, ejaculating a thick heavy load of hot white semen all over the firm round ass of the naughty mother. Michelle does not move as she lays feeling the fiery liquid crash down on her bottom.
Michelle can hear the young man leaving the room as she remains in the position. She silently reflects on what she just did, wondering if Jason is going to freak out or accept it.
