Summary: Two moms become Mistresses to their daughters.

Note 1: Thanks to Rebecca, the famous artist whose artwork inspired and was used for this new series. Especially her series 'Housewives at Play', 'Teens at Play' and 'Hot Moms'. Thank you for access to your entire book catalogue as well as your website for this massive series.

Note 2: This is the fifth chapter of a multi-chapter story about one woman's journey of sexual submission and lesbian exploration through the decades and through generations of family members.

In part 1, 1950s: 1^st Time With a Girl, our 2015 protagonist Kimmy is given a gift of a scrapbook from her recently deceased great-grandmother, Rebecca. When Kimmy opens the scrapbook, she is shocked to find that the scrapbook is a journal of her beloved great-grandmother's sexual adventures...with drawings. Kimmy reads in awe of Rebecca's first time with a woman. Once done reading, Kimmy pleasures herself while reliving her most recent seduction of her nerdy science partner Zelda.

In part 2, 1950s: Housewives' Lesbian Society, our protagonist reads the next chapter in her great-grandmother's scrapbook. Rebecca is caught masturbating while babysitting and ends up having a sexual encounter with a MILF. Rebecca also learns of a secret lesbian society that is years old and she is offered the opportunity to be the newest submissive housewife pet. To earn the privilege to be the housewife pet for her senior year, she must meet the head mistress and service her. Lastly, Kimmy, so horny from the idea of a housewife sex club, envisions dominating one of her neighbours.

In part 3: 1950s: Housewives' Pet Training, our protagonist learns about her great-grandmother's training to be a pet to a community of housewife lesbians. Rebecca is forced to suck cock for the first time, witnesses a massive housewife lesbian orgy, gets fisted and spanked before being ordered to seduce her best friend. Lastly, Kimmy gets herself off after a long night by imagining all the different MILF's she would like to seduce.

In part 4: 1950s: Lick and Fuck Best Friends, our protagonist reads about her great-grandmother's seduction of her best friend. Rebecca becomes more brazen at school and must fulfill the task of seducing her best friend, Eleanor. Lastly, Kimmy gets herself off with a pop bottle as she fantasizes about making her good friend Camree be her public slut.

Note 3: Thanks to Robert, Wayne, and Tex Beethoven for editing.

Note 4: Normal text writing is present day; Bold is Kimmy flashing back to one of her own sexual encounters or fantasizing about one; italics is the scrapbook stories of our hero Rebecca.

Note 5: Also, please note that although I've tried to make the main characters as close as possible to look the same, the photos are taken from a massive collection from Rebecca's website. Thus, there will often be subtle differences (freckles, breast size, etc.). That said, I don't believe it should hinder the enjoyment of the story.

Note 6: Of course, all characters in the story are 18 years of age or older.

1950s: Moms & Daughters

I lasted three days without reading anymore of my great-grandmother's stories. I was trying for a week, but the temptation was too strong. It was like the scrapbook was the ring in Lord of the Rings and I was drawn to it... unable to resist its intoxicating power. This handwritten book with such expressive drawings had become my very own 'Precious'.

I had Zelda get me off each of the other days, but tonight as I gave into the temptation of what was I beginning to think of as the real thing, as even better than reality, my pussy was tingling and I had to see what was about to happen with Rebecca's best friend's mom. I know, sixty years ago and I'm using future tense.

I got undressed, grabbed a vibrator, and got into bed... it was time for a bedtime story... ironically I could recall great-grandmother reading them to me as a child... that said, the stories she had left to me in her will were not the ones she would have read to me back then!

I shook my head.

I still couldn't believe that my sweet great-grandmother, the most caring and compassionate woman I had ever known, used to be a submissive lesbian.

Yet, as I opened the scrapbook to continue reading her journey of sexual liberation in 1954, I had no idea that the shocking revelations were just beginning.

.....

As I reached Mrs. Stroman's house, I paused.

What was I going to say?

"Hey, I'm this year's housewife pet and I'm here to serve you? By the way, Mrs. Madison would like your daughter to be a pet, too."

I realized telling her I was the pet would be easy. I assumed this happened every year and it wasn't out of the ordinary.

But telling her about her daughter, my best friend, that seemed an entirely more awkward and uncomfortable conversation to have.

Before I could chicken out, knowing I was going to obey whatever Mrs. Madison or any other member of the secret society told me to do, including Mrs. Stroman, I rang the doorbell.

I waited.

I rang it again.

No answer.

I checked the door. It was unlocked.

I walked in, not out of the usual... I walked in and out of my friend Eleanor's house all the time... but it was out of the usual at this time of the morning. I heard the school bell in the distance. No worries, I was covered.

I called out, "Mrs. Stroman."

No response, but I could hear a blender in the kitchen.

I walked towards the kitchen still trying to figure out what I was going to say.

Yet even after all the things I had seen in the past little while, all the things I had done in the past little while, what I walked into shocked me completely.

Mrs. Stroman was on the floor, leaning against her oven, almost entirely naked, pleasuring herself in the most unorthodox way... with a blender.

She was also, obviously, near orgasm.



I watched in voyeuristic awe as she held the running blender; it seemed to be on high, hard against her pussy.

I instantly knew I was going to try the same thing when I had the chance.

I knew I should leave; it would be utterly humiliating to be caught in such a compromising position, especially by your daughter's best friend.

Yet my legs were trapped in quicksand.

My eyes were glued to what I was watching.

She moaned, "Ohhhhhh, yes."

Before she could orgasm however, I finally gained some control of my legs and tried to sneak away by backing out, but I bumped into a chair. The chair complained by emitting a penetrating squeak against the floor.

Mrs. Stroman opened her eyes, startled. Her red cheeks instantly went ghost white. "What are you doing here, Rebecca?" she asked.

"Mrs. Madison sent me," I answered, deciding to take the initiative. I walked over to her, dropped to my knees, placed a reassuring hand on her knee and asked submissively, "May I please finish you off, Mistress?"

"No way," she said, as comprehension began to form in her head.

I moved the blender away, lay on my stomach and said, my face now directly next to her pussy, "I've wanted to do you for some time, Mistress."

Before she had time to respond, I began licking her pussy.

"Oh, God," she moaned, "I can't believe you're the one."

"Are you disappointed?" I asked, and returned to licking her already very wet pussy.

"Nooooo," she said. "This is a very, very pleasant surprise, Rebecca."

"And a very delicious breakfast," I countered.

She laughed, "This is surreal."

I licked for a couple of minutes, before she cursed, "Shit, I need to stand up."

She quickly stood up and I looked up at her, as I got onto my knees.

"Sorry, leg cramp," she explained, as she moved her leg around.

I moved to her and asked, "May I?"

She looked down at me and nodded, "Yes, I think you'd better finish what you stopped from finishing on its own."

"I'm sorry, Mistress," I said, moving back to her pussy.

She laughed, "At first I was mortified, being caught in such a compromising position by Eleanor's best friend, but now that I know you're the housewife pet, well Rebecca, the possibilities are endless."

I nodded, knowing of a possibility she had not yet considered, "Oh, Mistress, you can't even imagine how endless."

I leaned forward and resumed licking her pussy.



"Oh my," she moaned, "you have a wicked tongue."

"Thank you, Mistress," I replied, as I kept licking her, looking forward to tasting her full flood of cum. Yet I was still worried about telling her about her daughter Eleanor and Mrs. Madison's delicious new idea.

"Oh, your sleepovers are going to have a whole new dimension," she said. I smiled as I thought to myself 'you have no idea'.

I kept licking. As her moans increased and I sensed she was getting close, I concentrated on her swollen clit.

"Oh yes, you secret slut, lick my clit, suck on it, bite it," she demanded, as she grabbed the back of my head.

I tried to do as I was told, but it became very difficult when she started to actually bounce my head on her pussy. So I just extended my tongue and tried to make as much contact with her pussy as I could.

Eventually she came and she held my head deep between her legs through the entire orgasm. I hungrily licked her sweet nectar. It was similar, yet subtlety different from her daughter's.

Once done, she let go and said, looking down at me, "That was one of the best surprises of my life."

Deciding she had just set herself up perfectly for Mrs. Madison's idea, I smiled, "Funny you should say that."

She pulled me off my knees and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I have another surprise for you," I said, before adding, "two actually."

"You do, do you?" she asked, looking curious.

"Boy do I," I nodded.

"Well, share away," she said.

"Well, Eleanor and I, well, we, um," I began, but wasn't able to say the words.

"Oh my," she said, immediately getting it. "That explains her being at your house all weekend, how tired she was when she came home last night, and her odd behaviour this morning."

"How so?" I asked.

"She seemed different, happier," she said.

"I'm glad," I said.

"So what did you two do?" she asked, as she went to pour us each a cup of coffee.

I reached down to grab my hairband, which had come off during our tryst, and told her the entire story, including the seduction, the pussy pleasing and taking her virginity. I then told her my entire story.

"Wow!" she nodded.

I pondered how to add the second part of the information.

"Well, I'm happy my baby girl is finally exploring her sexuality," Mrs. Stroman said.

"I'm happy you think that," I said. "Because there is something Mrs. Madison wants me to ask you."

"What?" she asked.

"Mrs. Madison wants to have two housewife pets this year," I revealed.

After a brief pause, she said, the significance hitting her, "Oh."

"She wants me to get your approval," I continued, praying Mrs. Stroman would agree. The thought of doing this crazy thing with Eleanor aboard was super exciting!

"Okay," she nodded. "I have an idea."

"Okay, yes she can be a housewife pet?" I asked.

"Likely," she nodded, a look of deviousness on her face. "But I need to set it up."

"Okay," I nodded, unsure what she had in mind.

"Come home with her after school today and once I leave I want you to get her naked and in a sixty-nine," she said.

"Um, okay," I said, unsure what she had in mind.

"Just do it," she ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, curious and confused.

"You should probably get to school," she said. "I have to go and have a chat with Mistress Madison."

"You're not angry?" I asked.

"Oh not at all," she reassured. "I just need some clarity on a few things."

"Oh, okay," I nodded, before heading to school.

.....

After school, I suggested to Eleanor that we go back to her place to study for tomorrow's chemistry test and of course she agreed.

Once there, Mrs. Stroman greeted us with cookies and milk. I couldn't help but smirk at the wholesomeness of the snack... when we both knew that what I really wanted to snack on was hiding under her dress.

Mrs. Stroman asked about our day and said that she had spent the entire afternoon visiting with Mrs. Madison about some big opportunities for Eleanor and me.

Eleanor asked, "What kind of opportunities?"

"It's a surprise for now," she smiled, as she prepared to leave.

As we went to the living room to turn on a record and study, Mrs. Stroman asked, "I'm going to the market. You girls want to come?"

We both said, "No thanks," as I slyly squeezed Eleanor's ass.



The instant the door was closed, I grabbed Eleanor's hand and giggled, "I need a tasty drink of pussy juice to wash down that wholesome snack your mother gave us. What do you say?"

"Oh my God!" Eleanor giggled, as I led her to the living room. I put on the new Frank Sinatra album 'Songs for Young Lovers' which suddenly seemed so perfect.

I walked back to Eleanor and kissed her. I knew I had only ten minutes to get us in a compromising position, so I unbuttoned her blouse.

She said, "We can't do it here."

"Your mom just left, we have at least half an hour," I countered, as I removed her blouse. "That's lots of time for a yummy cocktail."

"Okay," she trembled, as I slipped her bra off.

A couple of minutes later, we were on the carpet, in a sixty-nine, hungrily licking each other.

My face was buried deep in Eleanor's pussy when I heard, "I forgot my keys and... what?"



"Mom!" Eleanor gasped.

"Exactly what is going on here young lady?" Mrs. Stroman demanded, in full actress mode.

"I, um," Eleanor stammered; I kept licking.

"Are you a lesbian?" Mrs. Stroman accused.

"I don't know," she moaned. She tried to move, but I held on to her ass. She wasn't going anywhere and I continued licking.

Mrs. Stroman ordered, "Rebecca, come to me,"

"Yes, Mistress," I obeyed, letting go of Eleanor's ass.

Eleanor stood up and watched, confused, as I crawled obediently to her mom and sat at her feet.

Acting done and gentler now, Mrs. Stroman said, "I think it's time to let you in on a secret, Eleanor."

"What secret?" Eleanor asked, as I submissively caressed her mom's calf.

Mrs. Stroman snapped her fingers and pointed to her pussy. I wordlessly moved underneath her skirt and straight to her pussy, like a tracking dog on a scent.

"Rebecca! Mom!" Eleanor gasped, as I began licking her mom.

As I licked, Mrs. Stroman explained the entire secret housewife society, my recent position in it and her learning about me being the pet just today. She then added, "And Mistress Madison has requested that I allow you to become a housewife pet, too."

I wished I could have seen her face. Was she freaking out? Was she taking it all in? She hadn't said a word throughout the entire explanation which was very unlike her.

Mrs. Stroman ordered, "Come and unzip my dress, Eleanor."

"Really?" Eleanor asked, her tone still implying she was confused and overwhelmed.

"Now, Eleanor," Mrs. Stroman ordered.

"Yes, Mother," Eleanor replied.

I kept licking as I heard the zipper going down and felt the dress lift up over me, revealing my pussy pleasing activities and my shiny face.

Mrs. Stroman ordered, "Now sit over there and watch your best friend get Mommy off."

With that, Mrs. Stroman grabbed the back of my head and guided it, gently this time, deeper into her. I eagerly lapped her inner labia, really turned on by the knowledge that Eleanor was watching my every move.

In only a couple of minutes my face was being flooded with cum and my tongue went into overdrive as she moaned, "Lick up all my cum, my pet."

Once she had calmed down, she let go of my head and asked, "Rebecca, do you want Eleanor to be a pet with you?"

"Yes, Mistress, I would love that so much." As I answered, I looked beseechingly at Eleanor, who still looked completely bewildered.

"Good," she nodded. "I really do have to go and get some groceries. So please tell Eleanor your story and then at 8 o'clock you two are to go and see Mrs. Madison at Ms. Winston's home."

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, thinking 'Ms. Winston too? How many teachers were part of this lesbian secret society?'

Mrs. Stroman caught her daughter's attention and added, "When we are home alone, or with pet Rebecca here or at a society gathering, you will answer to me as Mistress Mommy. Is that clear?"

Eleanor nodded, still looking overwhelmed.

"Say it," Mrs. Stroman firmly demanded.

"Yes, Mistress Mommy," Eleanor replied.

"Good girl," Mrs. Stroman nodded, as she added, "Now get Mommy's dress for me."

"Yes, Mistress Mommy," Eleanor again said, this time sounding more natural.

I watched from my submissive position on my knees as Eleanor respectively and carefully dressed her Mother.

Once dressed, Mrs. Stroman suggested, "You should probably continue this in your room, Eleanor. Your father will be home in under an hour."

"Yes, Mistress Mommy," Eleanor nodded.

Mrs. Stroman pulled me up from my knees and kissed me. Breaking the kiss she quipped, "Damn I taste good. See you for dinner in an hour."

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"Yes, Mistress Mommy," Eleanor said.

Once she was gone, I took the initiative, grabbing our clothes and guiding Eleanor to her bedroom.

Eleanor said, "I can't believe it."

As I closed the door, I asked, "Which 'it' don't you believe? That there is a lesbian secret housewife society? That your mom is part of it? That Mrs. Madison is the head Mistress? That I'm a sexual pet to at least twenty housewives? That your Mom speaks and I obey without hesitation? Or that they want you to join as a pet so you can do what I'm doing?"

"All of the above," she said.

I walked over and kissed her. She didn't respond at first, but then kissed me back. When I broke the kiss, I explained, "Eleanor, just like it is for me, this is a natural transition for you. We are both people pleasers."

"I just can't fathom my mom as a lesbian," she said.

"I don't think my Mom actually is, but I don't know for sure," I said, somehow happy she wasn't a part of the club... at least I was pretty sure she wasn't. Suddenly I realized that if Eleanor's mom was in the club, so might mine be. They were best friends. I was still very new to all this, and didn't know who was in and who was not.

"And how does it work?" she asked.

I described my entire collection of experiences, as well as who had been previous housewife pets, and then said, "I'd love you to share this opportunity with me."

"Really?" she asked, taking in all she had learned.
"Yes," I nodded, kissing her again. "I want to do everything with you."

We got each other off in a sweet sixty-nine and had just finished when her father got home. I asked, "Want to go and see Mrs. Madison tonight?"

"Yes," she nodded.

"Great," I said, super happy.

As we were walking hand in hand to Ms. Winston's house, Eleanor said, "I'm not sure I can do this."

I reassured her, "Don't worry; let's just go and find out what Mrs. Madison has to say."

"Okay," she nodded, clearly nervous.

I reassured her again. "Eleanor, they won't make you do anything you don't want to. At least not at first. And when they do, you'll find that you don't mind. Trust me. If I can take everything they dish out and love it, then so can you."

"Okay," she agreed.

That said, I wasn't remotely ready for what we were about to walk in to.

I knocked on the door and was greeted by Mrs. Madison who smiled, "You're early... very good. Come on in."

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, following her in, taking Eleanor's hand again in case she was having second thoughts.

Once inside, I heard Ms. Winston say, "Yeah... There now, that's a good slave."



I was instantly curious who else was a slave... that was my job! I experienced a brief jolt of jealousy.

Mrs. Madison warned, "What you are about to see may shock you, Rebecca."

"Okay," I said.

"But it's all part of the master plan," Mrs. Madison continued. "It had to be done to protect you and to protect the secret society."

"Okay," I again agreed, even though I was curious and nervous about what she was saying.... Not comprehending what she was inferring.

"Go ahead, my pet," Mrs. Madison said, "Welcome to your new reality. And Eleanor, please come with me."

I watched Eleanor follow Mrs. Madison downstairs, looking back at me with a look of trepidation. I gave her a wink and then headed into the living room.

And froze.

My mother was on her knees, naked, her face buried between Ms. Winston's legs.

"Hi, Rebecca," Ms. Winston greeted, her hand holding my mom's head.

I could see my mother freeze as she heard my name.

Yet, Ms. Winston, a sweet and much admired math teacher, used words I had never imagined or ever fathomed hearing a teacher say, "Get back to licking, you fucking slut."

As my mother resumed licking, her face burning with humiliation, Ms. Winston continued, "Sorry, Rebecca, but your mother needs to be disciplined."

"Oh," was all I could muster, as I watched in astonishment.

From behind me, Mrs. Madison explained, "You see, Rebecca, when you agreed to be our housewife pet, you involuntarily added your mother to the secret society. We need her on our side so when you are beckoned, or miss school, your mother can cover for you."

"Oh," was again all I could muster, as I realized her humiliation was my fault. Suddenly I was riddled with guilt.

Mrs. Madison, clearly able to read my mind, explained, "It's okay, my pet. Your mother was already next on our list. Mrs. Stroman was very eager to add her to the club. So all you did was speed up the process."

I asked, "If she's a member of the society, why is she being treated like a pet?"

"For training and for hierarchy purposes," Mrs. Madison explained. "The newest member must always serve all current members as an initiation and to understand the mindset of a pet."

Oddly, that made sense to me. I couldn't deny that watching my mother naked and licking pussy was taboo and hot... my pussy was on fire.

"So, just like you, my pet," Mrs. Madison continued, as my gaze remained transfixed on my mother, "your mom needs to have her own compromising situation on record to keep her loyal."

"Oh," apparently the only sound able to escape my lips.

"So, this afternoon I went to your house while you were at school and told her about your new voluntary community service," she continued.

Ms. Winston began grinding on my mom's face as she offered, "Your mother is already a very good pussy pleaser."

"Like mother, like daughter," Mrs. Madison quipped, before ordering me, "Get undressed, Rebecca."

"Yes, Mistress," I obeyed, as I watched Ms. Winston reach orgasm.

"Yessssss, lick up my cum, you nasty fucking bitch," Ms. Winston snarled wickedly, as she held my Mom so hard in her pussy I couldn't imagine how Mom could breathe.

Once I was naked, Mrs. Madison said, "On all fours, my pet."

"Of course, Mistress," I obeyed, dropping to my knees and then to my hands and knees.

"Slut Cathy," Mrs. Madison said, as finally Ms. Winston let go of her head.

Her face was completely glistening with wetness, her cheeks were ruby red and she had tears in her eyes. But, she didn't look up or respond.

Mrs. Madison repeated, her tone instantly annoyed, "Slut Cathy, look at me."

Mom did, briefly seeing me on all fours, naked, in front of Mrs. Madison.

"Thank your daughter for allowing you the privilege of joining this exclusive club," ordered Mrs. Madison.

Mom whispered, "Thank you, Rebecca."

"For what?" Mrs. Madison asked, clearly annoyed.

"For allowing me to be a member of this lesbian club," she answered.

"Tell your daughter about this afternoon," Mrs. Madison ordered, "and how you became the newest member of the housewife club."

Mom sighed.

"And don't you ever fucking sigh at me again," Mrs. Madison roared, scaring Mom... and me. "Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress," Mom answered.

"Now tell the story," Mrs. Madison ordered, before adding, "Ms. Winston you are in charge. I need to go and check on our other new pet."

"Of course, Mistress," Ms. Winston said, as she sat down on the couch.

I watched Mrs. Madison leave.

"Crawl to your mother," Ms. Winston ordered, my mom now sitting on a stool.

I crawled, wondering if they were going to make us do something even more taboo. Would they make us perform incest?"

"You two look so cute together," Ms. Winston said, as I reached my mother's feet. I couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or not.

I looked up at Mom and she looked down at me.

"Tell the story, Cathy," Ms. Winston ordered. "Tell your daughter how you ended up low slut on the totem pole of the club."

Mom ignored the order and instead moved her hand to my cheek.

I briefly thought she was going to grab my ponytail and guide me to her pussy, something that had already happened to me a couple of times.

Instead, she apologized, looking down at me with a look of complete guilt, "Sweetheart... I'm so sorry I got you dragged into this."

I responded, "It's okay, Mom," as I wondered why she was apologizing to me. It was I who should be apologizing to her.



"Tell the fucking story," Ms. Winston demanded.

I wanted to apologize too, but trying to reassure her, I suggested, "Let's just do what they want."

"Okay," Mom nodded.

<Kimmy, this next part will be told in your great-great grandmother's words. Although you never met her, she was an amazing woman, a very submissive woman>

After a deep breath she began, "Well, Carol rang me up this morning and asked if she could come over this afternoon because she had something to discuss with me and it was urgent. I agreed of course, and prepared coffee and biscuits for her visit. When she arrived, we chatted for fifteen minutes and had coffee before she startled me by asking, "How often does Donald fuck you?"

I actually spit out a bit of coffee at the question. Partly because of how frank it was and partly because she had used profanity. I asked, "Pardon?"

"How often does Donald pound your cunt?" she reworded.

"That is private," I answered.

"I get fucked daily," she said. "And I have my pussy munched daily too."

I laughed.

"No seriously," she continued. "I can't recall the last day I haven't come at least once."

"I can't remember the last time I have," I sighed, before adding, being more frank than I ever had been when talking about sex, which in itself was very rare, "Donald is no longer remotely interested in sex. And I have never had my pussy licked by anyone."

"Never?" Carol gasped.

"Never," I repeated.

"And when did you last get yourself off?" Carol continued.

"Never," I admitted.

Carol gasped again. "You do know that God created your cunt so you could enjoy intense pleasure. Don't you?"

I was still stunned by the conversation, but then I was blown away when she stood up and said, "My dear friend Cathy, it's time you learned the truth."

"Of what?" I asked.

"Of a very big secret," Carol said, bending down and kissing me.

I was like a stone; paralyzed by shock.

Soon my body bypassed my off-duty brain, and I returned the kiss. Having felt sexually neglected by my husband for years, intimacy a distant though fond memory, Carol's tender kiss quickly had my head spinning, and an off-duty brain didn't seem like a bad thing. I trusted Carol. Let her be my brain for a while.

She cupped my breasts. I silently allowed that and she kissed me.

She pulled my sweater over my head. I silently allowed that and she kissed me.

She unclasped my bra. I silently allowed that and she kissed me... OH! how tenderly.

She pulled me to my feet and removed my skirt, pulled down my pantyhose and then my panties. I allowed her to strip me completely naked while I watched as if it were an out of body experience.

I watched as she knelt down to kiss my pussy lips and I moaned... it had only taken her an instant, but nobody in my life had ever given me such pleasure and I knew... just knew... that this would get better and better. "Oh, God."

"Mmmmmm, you're already so wet," she purred.

She stood back up, and ordered, "Come undress me."

I did, my brain still turned off as I willingly did as I was told, my hands trembling but my eyes so steady. I was so eager to see the minister's wife naked. I should note here that never once in my life had I ever considered another woman in a sexual way, but one kiss from Carol and that lack was swept away! I had only a vague notion of what would be coming next, but my whole body was quivering in eagerness.

Once she was naked, she invited, "Go ahead Cathy, taste my cunt."

I still didn't hesitate. I drifted to my knees, leaned forward and licked.

"Good girl," she moaned, which I thought was strange. Yet, her exotic taste had me instantly intoxicated, instantly addicted.

Before I knew it we were on the floor in my living room. I was on top of her, licking her pussy and she was licking mine. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt to have a tongue on my pussy. Nor could I believe how quickly my orgasm built.



As my orgasm grew, I tried to keep licking, but struggled to concentrate.

Suddenly she stopped.

I whined, "Please Carol, don't stop."

"Go bend over the coffee table," she ordered, as she pushed me off her.

"What? Why?" I asked.

She ordered, her tone suddenly changing, "Move. Now. Cathy, I'm about to give you the fucking of your life."

"I don't understand," I said, lying on my side.

"You don't need to, just do it," she ordered, as she went over to a duffle bag she had brought along that I hadn't noticed until now.

For some reason, I still felt compelled to obey. I crawled over to the table and tried to figure out how to actually bend over it.

When she returned she said, "Hurry up, my little housewife slut, it's time to give you the fucking you've craved for a very long time."

I was surprised to be called a slut, but even more surprised by the huge penis that was pointing at me from between her legs. I gasped. "What the hell is that?"

"A cock," she shrugged. "It's obviously been a really long time."

I laughed, "I mean how do you have one?"

"All housewives should have one," she shrugged. "They're great for entertaining guests in the afternoon while the men are at work."

"I can't believe it," I said, staring at this massive fake cock.

"Oh, you can believe it all right; this has already been used on many of your friends," she said, before adding, "now drape yourself over that table, it's time to give you that fucking you've been missing."

"That thing will tear me apart," I protested, even as I wondered how something that long and thick would feel buried deep in me.

"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger," she quoted, as she snapped her fingers and pointed to the table.

Figuring what the hell, I crawled to the table and lay on top of it. I yelped at how cold it was on my nipples. "That table is cold."

"Don't worry," she said, moving behind me. "I'll warm you up very quickly and very thoroughly."

"Okayyyyyyy," I moaned loudly with surprise, as she slid the entire massive cock inside me with one hard, deep thrust.

"Beg, slut," she demanded, her cock buried deep inside me.

Feeling sexually alive for the first time in ten years, I didn't even hesitate. "Please, Carol, please fuck me."

"Call me Mistress," she responded, surprising me yet again.

Mistress?! The desire to be fucked overrode any hesitation to do anything at all... whatever would please her... anything at all... my thoughts swirling around... logic and questioning and even thinking seeming very far away... whatever Carol wanted is what Carol was going to get... I cried out with all the passion in my soul, "Please, Mistress Carol, please, please, PLEASE, FUCK MEEEEE!!!."

"You sure?" she asked. "I can be a very demanding Mistress."

Not considering the consequences of her warning for a moment, I agreed, "Anything, Mistress Carol. I'll do anything."

"Remember those words, my pet," she said, as she began fucking me.

Her tone was ominous, her calling me 'pet' another warning, but I was too focused on the pleasure she was giving me.

The sounds coming out of me were an incoherent babble as the pleasure that had been growing when she had been licking me flooded back in.

She said, "You said you needed a good fucking so here it is, with my compliments."



"Oh, God, so good, soo... oooohhh, fuck fuck fuck." I responded, unable to even try and say a complete sentence.

"Tell me what you are," she ordered, as she fucked me.

"A pet," I answered, unsure what she wanted me to say.

"My obedient, cunt licking, fuck slut?" she hinted.

"Yes, yes," I agreed, the nasty name calling somehow turning me on even more.

"Say it, fuck slut," she ordered, as she rammed that big cock to depths inside me I hadn't known existed.

I didn't hesitate. "Yes, I'm your housewife fuck toy to use as you please." As I said the words, I became the words. And a tension that I hadn't even noticed but that had building and building in me suddenly disappeared. I knew I wasn't finished yet; the requirements on me would continue coming, but I now welcomed them all.

"Address me as Mistress, fuck toy," she ordered, slapping my ass.

"Yes, Mistress, use your fuck toy," I babbled, not making much sense, my orgasm so close, my eagerness so overpowering.

She ordered, "C'mon now...be a naughty little wife and cum for me!"



For some reason, permission was the last straw that broke the camel's orgasm and I screamed incoherent sounds as the most intense orgasm I had ever had... quite frankly I think the first real orgasm I had ever experienced... hit me like a machine gun.

"That's it! Do it! Cum while I fuck your dirty slutty cunt! Cum for me, bitch!" she ordered, even as my orgasm was already ricocheting around my insides and through my very being. Pching! Pching! Pching!

"I am cuuuummmiiiiinnngg, Mistressssssssss!!!!!!" I exulted to the heavens.

She fucked me throughout my endless orgasm and even as my first orgasm began to dissipate I could feel a second beginning, like breakers crashing on the seashore.

She pulled out suddenly, walked in front of me and shoved the cock in my open mouth even as my spasms continued, although now weaker and diminishing. "Clean your cum off my cock, cum-slut."

I didn't really have a choice. Her cock was in my mouth and she was slowly fucking my face while holding it in place with her grip in my hair. Her cock was so thick that my mouth was stretched to impossible proportions. But my saliva was flowing freely and her cock was becoming cleaner and cleaner so long as I remembered to keep swallowing.

When she pulled out, she said, "Well, I'd say poor Donald doesn't know what he's been missing. You're a natural born slut, aren't you Catherine?"



I was still coming, gently now, and I weakly said, "Yes."

"Yes, what?" she questioned, pulling my hair roughly.

"Yes, Mistress," I quickly corrected.

"You want more, don't you?" she asked knowingly, looking down at me.

"Yes, please, Mistress," I nodded.

"If I fuck you again, you join the secret lesbian housewife society," she warned.

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed. "Anything!"

"And you will be expected to serve every member of the society," she continued.

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed.

"You really are an eager slut, aren't you?" she accused, as she moved back behind me.

"I had no idea I was before today," I replied, as I felt her hands back on my hips.

"Self-discovery is very important," she said, as she slammed her cock back into me.

"Thank you, Mistress," I gasped as my second orgasm began building instantly.

She fucked me for minutes, talking dirty the entire time. Revealing names of other members of the club... each of which shocked me... each of which intrigued me.

"Will you be a good pussy pleaser?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress always," I agreed.

"And will you be an obedient pet?" she perused.

"Yes, Mistress, and an eager one," I whimpered, my orgasm so close.

"And a good housewife slave?" She continued.

My orgasm was so close and her nasty words were bringing me ever closer to eruption, and I babbled, completely out of control, "Ahh...mmm... fuck me, please! Fuck me, and make me cum... Ooh...oh...unff... I-I promise I'll be a good slave... ohh..."



"Will you lick my asshole if I make you cum, Catherine?'

Although the question was repulsive, I didn't hesitate, willing to do anything to come, anything to make my new Mistress happy. "Ohh, Yess! Yess! Oh... please... like that."

Then a variety of sounds came out of me as my second orgasm hit me. "Fuck meeeee!"

"Such a dirty slut, coming twice on the table where your husband eats," Mistress Carol quipped, as I came like the slut I apparently was.
"Mistress Carol, I'm your slut," I declared.

"Whore Cathy, you're the whole community's slut," she corrected.

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed, "I am the entire community's pussy slut."

She pulled out, walked back around in front of me, and again shoved her cock in my mouth. As I bobbed on the cock, she told me, "You are such a natural submissive."

When she pulled out, she took the harness off, turned around, bent over and ordered, as she moved back so my face was buried in her ass cheeks, "Lick my asshole, Catherine."

I put my hands on her hips and began the nasty task. I was surprised not only at how sweaty and salty her asshole was, but also at how natural I felt doing it.



"Get that tongue all the way in my shit hole, slut. I want my insides cleaned," she ordered.

I did the best I could until she moved away and ordered, "Go sit on the couch."

"Yes, Mistress," I obeyed, thankful to change positions.

Once sitting, she moved to me and ordered, "Now get me off."

"Yes, Mistress," I repeated, as I leaned forward and resumed licking her pussy... it seeming like hours since I had first tasted her.

I licked her for a while before she turned around, bent over and said, "Now bury your face in my pussy and ass, you hungry slut."

And I did, wanting more than anything to get her off.



"And use your fingers," she added.

I obeyed and I licked and fingered her until she finally came all over my face. I eagerly lapped her cum and knew that I would do so again and again.

When she was done coming, she said, "I expect you to be at Ms. Winston's house at 6:15."

"What about Donald?" I asked, my face soaking wet, my pussy soaking wet.

"Figure it out," she shrugged. "I have one more surprise for you."

<My mother's story done, I, Rebecca, will continue the story now, dearest Kimmy.>

My Mom said, "And apparently you're the other surprise?"

"That she is, Catherine," Mrs. Madison said, joining us again. "Do you like your surprise?"

"I feel rather guilty," Mom admitted.

"You shouldn't," Mrs. Madison said. "She was already a pet weeks before you submitted."

"You were?" Mom asked, looking down at me.

"I was," I nodded.

"Oh," Mom said.

"And now it's time for the two of you to get a lot closer," Mrs. Madison said.

"What? No!" Mom objected.

"Don't you ever fucking question me, slut," Mrs. Madison scolded. "I'm top dog in this society because when I need to be, I'm the biggest bitch in the entire state! I make the decisions here and you will do what the fuck you're told."

"But we're talking incest," Mom pointed out the obvious.

"And incest has been going on for centuries and is way more prevalent than you could ever imagine," Mrs. Madison trumped all possibility of rebuttal. Even though she knew that any opposition had been totally vanquished she added, "And incest is actually happening somewhere else in this house at this very moment."

Instantly I wondered if Mrs. Stroman was here too. Were Eleanor and her Mom having sex as we spoke?

I looked down at Mom's pussy and decided what the fuck. I pushed her back and dove in.



"Rebecca!" she gasped with a moan.

"Such a go-getter," Mrs. Madison purred.

I began licking Mom's pussy, eager to please her, eager to impress the others. I had always loved my Mom, and I longed to show her how much I loved her right now!

"This is so hot," Ms. Winston said.

"Oh Rebecca," Mom moaned, sitting up. "You don't have to do this."

"I want to, Mommy," I replied. "I don't think you can possibly understand how much I want to be your daughter and your pet. PLEASE Mommy, allow me to call you Mistress! Please allow me to make you cum."

"Oh fuck," Ms. Winston said.

That seemed to be everything my Mom needed to hear. "Oh, sweetheart," she moaned, "Oh my darling baby girl, I love you so much!" She pulled me up, pulled my naked body so close to hers, and we kissed each other deeply. Not remotely as mother and daughter, but as lovers who had yearned for each other for so many countless years and only now were able to express the passion that had always been waiting impatiently beneath the surface to emerge, but only now could be released and expressed without reservation. I kissed my Mom and she kissed me, and heaven could only observe, longing to partake in what we were sharing with each other.



I closed my eyes and surrendered totally to the taboo kiss, her tongue licking my lips. Mine licking hers.

After a couple of minutes, Mrs. Madison finally ordered, "I'd love to watch you two lovebirds kiss all night, but I want to watch you two sluts do some other things. Get on the floor and into a sixty-nine."

"Yes, Mistress," both Mom and I said in unison, which made us both giggle. We were no longer mom and daughter, but eager lovers wanting to please each other, taste each other, have fun with each other, and to please whichever Mistress chose to rule us at any given moment. Whatever else happened, whoever else ruled our lives, we were mother and daughter, sister and sister, we loved each other with indescribable passion, and we were inseparable. Till death did us part.

In obedience to Mistress Madison Mom moved to the floor and onto her back, all of her former reluctance totally washed away.

I wordlessly straddled her face and lowered my pussy onto it, before I leaned down and buried my face between my Mom's legs.

As I licked her sweetness, I couldn't believe I was licking my own mother. Even after all I had done these past few weeks, I never could have fathomed I would end up in a sexual encounter with my prim and proper mother. Surreal, but true. And for the umpteenth time in a short amount of time, I was madly in love. This time with my own mother; the woman who had offered her milky breasts to me as an infant, and who today was offering her cunt to me as a lover.

"Oh fuck, I can't believe I'm watching a mother and daughter have sex," Ms. Winston said.

"Look more closely; there is nothing more beautiful than a mother and daughter showing how much they love each other," Mrs. Madison replied with total assurance.

And I couldn't agree more. My beloved Mom's pussy juices seeping into my mouth were so natural. And my favourite new word: my Mom tasted so piquant!

I said, exploring every crevice of her pussy, the same pussy that I had come out of just eighteen years ago that I was diving back into this very moment, "Mom, you taste so piquant."

"You too honey," Mom replied, as she wrapped her hands around my back and lifted her head up to somehow get even deeper into my wet little box.

Her tongue was doing wonders and I could feel my wetness leaking out of me.

"Ooh, honey... look how gooey wet you are," Mom said, between licks.



I replied, between licks, "You too, Mom."

We both licked and licked until our orgasms were imminent and impossible to prevent.

I asked, quickly looking up and looking for Mrs. Madison, suddenly realizing I needed permission, "May I please come, Mistress Madison?"

"My pet, tonight is a very special night. You have permission to come as often as you like. I want you to bond with your mother. Until dawn," she smiled benignly. And then she added, making my heart soar, "After that, it's up to Catherine. She may be a bottom-feeding cum-slut to the rest of us, but to you she is Mistress. She may order you to do... or bestow on you... anything she wishes."

"Omigod! Thank you so much, Mistress," I cried out with all the passion in my soul, burying my face back in my Mommy Mistress's pussy. I now focused on her clit, sensing she was as close as I was.

She copied me, moving her lips to my clit and soon we were both breathing heavily and working desperately hard to get each other off.

"Yes, I'm coming, babydoll," Mom screamed.

As her cum shot out of her, I eagerly lapped up her river of sin.

She kept licking me, and less than thirty seconds after I got Mommy off, Mommy got me off. "Yes, Mistress Mommy, you're making me come. I love you so much!"

And I flooded her face with rivers of cum.

"So good," Mom moaned, as she swallowed my cum. I wasn't sure if she was talking about her orgasm, my cum or both. It didn't matter. I was in heaven, and I knew that she was too. I couldn't believe how wonderful life had gotten all of a sudden.

We kept licking each other through our fading orgasms.

"Ladies? Shall we move on to something else?" Mrs. Madison asked.

We didn't respond, each of us totally consumed with each other's cum.

Mrs. Madison raised her voice. "Are you listening?"

When we still didn't respond, neither of us wanting this intimate moment ever to end, she finally yelled, making us stop, "Slaves!!!"



"Yes, Mistress?" I reluctantly asked.

"It's time to heat this party up" Mrs. Madison said.

"Mistress I'll never deny you anything, but I'm already way overheated," I joked.

"Me too," Mom agreed.

"Stand up, Rebecca," Mrs. Madison ordered.

I did, my legs very wobbly, and I noticed two things. Ms. Winston had a camera and Mrs. Madison had a massive strap-on harness in her hand.

"You too, Catherine," Mrs. Madison added.

Mom did... slowly and stiffly. Apparently I had done as big a number on her as she had done on me.

"Ready to get fucked by your Mom, Rebecca?" Mrs. Madison asked as she moved behind Mom.

"Uh, yeah," I nodded, rather scared because of how long and thick that strap-on was.

"Address me properly, slut," Mrs. Madison scolded.

"Sorry, Mistress," I quickly apologized.

"Now answer the question properly," She ordered. "Do you want to get fucked by your Mother?"

I moved over to a sideboard, bent over, wiggled my ass invitingly and answered forcefully, "Yes, Mistress, I want my dearest Mistress Mommy to fuck me as hard as she can with that fucking big dick."

"That's a much better answer, my pet," Mrs. Madison purred, as she bent down to fasten the harness on my still dishevelled Mom.

I turned my head, while standing upright, my hands clasped behind my back in formal slave posture, to watch as Mrs. Madison fastened the strap-on to my mother's waist and thighs.

"Hold still, slave," Mrs. Madison ordered, "while I snug this up. We don't want it slipping off in mid-fuck now, do we?"

"No ma'am," Mom said, her hands in the air, her tits looking so ripe, her nipples protruding excitingly. She was obviously as submissive, if not more so, than I was.

Mrs. Madison asked, as she tightened the harness, "Are you anxious to fuck your daughter, Cathy?"



Mom answered, her big dick pointing directly at me, "Yes, I am Mistress, very anxious." The way she stressed the word 'very' excited me even more.

Once the harness was on, Mrs. Madison said as she slapped Mom's ass, "Well then slut, go and fuck your hot live-in slut toy."

"Yes, Mistress," Mom obeyed, walking eagerly towards me.

Hearing the descriptor 'live-in slut toy' made my pussy literally gush. The news that Mom and I could play with each other whenever we wanted was super exciting. Actually, that was whenever she wanted, but from the lustful look in her eyes as she approached me, I didn't think I would have a problem.

When Mom reached me she paused, as if suddenly realizing she was about to fuck her own daughter. Which, considering we had already gotten each other off to screaming orgasms with our tongues was rather too little, too late.

I encouraged her, "It's okay, Mom. I want you to. I really need you inside my slut hole."



As she kept looking at me, but still motionless, I added, wanting to talk dirty, to let her know I already understood my place, "Fuck my brains out, Slut Mistress Mommy Dearest. Show me what I'm really good for."

"Fuck our slut, you dumb bitch," Ms. Winston demanded, as she snapped a picture.

Mom moved the cock to my pussy and asked me, "You sure?"

"Yes, Mommy sweetheart," I nodded, "I want to be your pussy slave, your fuck toy, your full-service daughter. Let me give you the pleasure Daddy won't. Use me whenever and however you want and I will be the happiest slut daughter in the world!"

Mom shook her head slightly as she said, "This day is so surreal."

"And the beginning of a new era," Mrs. Madison added, as she moved behind Mom and pushed her butt, shoving Mommy's cock deep inside me. Ms. Winston snapped another picture.

The cock stretched my pussy, creating an amazing pleasure, but also a sharp pain. The sounds that came out of me were incoherent except words like 'big' and 'Mommy'.

Mom whispered, "Just relax, Sweetheart, and do what Mommy says." Holy shit. Mom was taking charge and I couldn't be happier.

"Oooh," was all I could say at first, before I resumed babbling again, my head light. "Make it all gone, Mommy." Then, thinking if she fucked me harder the pain would dissipate and the pleasure take over, I begged, although still not able to formulate a sentence, managing only, "fuck," and "hard."

"My darling big girl," she purred, as she obeyed my babble, beginning to fuck me harder as she wrapped her arms around me.



All I could find to say as she slammed into me over and over again was "Fuck," over and over and over again.

Mrs. Madison commented, "You two look perfect together. It almost makes me wish I could have kids."

"I want my own fuck toy daughter someday," Ms. Winston added.

Mom surprised all of us by saying, "You two can have mine whenever you want."

"Mommy!" I said, then giggled and asked mockingly, "Are you really willing to share your innocent daughter with the entire community?"

"When I'm not using you myself," she answered, now fucking me so hard the sideboard kept banging into the wall.

Ms. Winston added, "I think my wall will need a new paint job after you two are done with your fuck session."

And I couldn't disagree as I was fucked and ravished by my dear, sweet, slut Mistress Fuck-Mother.



I kept talking, enjoying hearing the nasty words flowing out of my mouth, "Yes Mommy, fuck your daughter," and "Pound my pussy, Mommy," and "Make me your personal fuck-toy, Mama," and "Please make your slut come, Mistress Mommy."

My words gave Mom some much needed confidence after her own humiliating submission, and she got verbal too, "You like Mommy's cock, you little slut?"

"Yes, Mommy," I moaned, "I love my Mommy's cock."

"You want to be Mommy's live-in cunt muncher?" Mom asked.

"Yes, Mommy," I agreed, "I'll munch your box for breakfast every morning. I'll pour syrup all over it if you want and you can lick your cum off my face."

"You like Mommy's home cooking?" Mom asked.

"I can't live without it," I whimpered, "I'll eat anything that comes out of your hot oven," my orgasm again building.

"I plan to use you every day, Rebecca," Mom promised.

"Only once?" I complained.

"You're such a slut Rebecca," Mom laughed, at my response.

"I'm your slut, Mommy, anytime, anywhere, anyhow." I promised.



"Excuse me, pet?" Mrs. Madison interrupted.

"Sorry, Mistress, I'm everyone's fuck slut," I corrected.

"Good girl," Mrs. Madison said, as Mom kept fucking me.

"I'm going to come, Mommy," I announced, so close.

"Pull out, Catherine" Mrs. Madison ordered.

"No," I whined.

"What did you just say?" Mrs. Madison snapped.

"Sorry, Mistress, I was so close," I explained.

"It's time for you to have your third hole fucked," she said.

"M-m-my third hole?" I stammered, even though I knew exactly what she meant.

"It's time your mother takes your final virginity," Mrs. Madison said, "as your mother, it's her right and her duty now that she's one of us," coating Mom's cock with lube.

"Oh," I said, with trepidation.

"You must understand, my pet," Mrs. Madison said, as she poured something between my ass cheeks and poked her finger at my rosebud. "All pets need to be three-hole fuck sluts."

"Yes, Mistress," I whimpered, as her finger slipped into my virgin back door.

She fingered me briefly. It was uncomfortable, but not overly painful... and experiencing such a forbidden thing somehow turned me on.

"Do I have to?" Mom asked, as Mrs. Madison's finger left my ass.

"Yes, slut," Mrs. Madison nodded. "But don't worry, once she gets past the original pain and awkwardness, she'll discover a unique pleasure.

I turned around, wanting to be nasty, wanting to impress Mrs. Madison and wanting to make Mom comfortable with what she was being tasked to do... sodomize her teenage daughter. "Fuck my ass now, Mom. I really want you to. I really need you to. Mistress Mommy please make me your ass slut!"



"It will be easier if you are on the floor, my pet," Mrs. Madison suggested.

"Thank you, Mistress," I nodded, instantly dropping to the floor.

Mom moved behind me, rolled me onto my side, and rubbed the cock up and down my ass cheeks. "You ready, baby?"

"Yes, Mommy, please Mommy," I trembled, her hand on my hip.

"Here it comes, sweetheart," she said, as she slowly pushed forward.

An intense pain instantly hit me as the thick cock stretched my ass to proportions it was not made to go. I screamed, as if I had been stabbed, "OH GOD, MOM! Oh God!!!" A bunch of other inarticulate sounds escaped my mouth as I tried to say, "It hurts... it hurts so much." I think it sounded more like, "murph...umpth... oooomfer... ooooooo!"


Mom asked, her cock now deep inside me, "Do you want me to stop, hon?"

I didn't want her to for a few reasons. One, I wanted to please Mrs. Madison. Two, I wanted to be a three-hole slut for my Mommy and for all comers. Three, I wanted to give my ass virginity to my Mom; I wanted to come with her fuck stick in my asshole. Her fuck stick. Four, I wanted to feel the pleasure Mrs. Madison had promised would come, although at the moment that didn't seem very possible. I answered, as I tried to deal with the pain, "Nooooo! I have to learn."

"Good, pet slut," Mrs. Madison said, as she promised again, "Just relax, my pet and soon the pain will fade away."

I couldn't fathom this pain ever leaving, and I grimaced as Mom continued invading my shit hole, "Ok, Mistress, I'll try."

Once she was all in, Mom said, "I'm so proud of you, sweetheart, you took my entire schlong up that sexy tight ass of yours." Mom giggled like a schoolgirl. "I never thought I would have my own schlong!"

"Thank you, Mommy," I said absurdly. Then, wanting to feel her fuck my ass, wanting to experience the pleasure I had been promised would usurp the pain, I begged, "Now please, Mommy, fuck my ass, sodomize your incestuous daughter's shit hole."

"Fuck, bitch, you sound so hot with that nasty wicked mouth of yours," Mom groaned, as she indeed began to slowly fuck my ass.

And as promised, the pain slowly faded... and a pleasure slowly grew.

"I love fucking you, sweetheart," Mom said a few minutes later, as she got more vigorous and began to slam into me with each forward thrust.

I concurred. "I love being fucked by you, Mommy. It feels really good now."

Mrs. Madison ordered, surprising me, "Slut Zelda, go and munch on Rebecca's cunt."

"Pardon?" Ms. Winston asked surprised.

Demonstrating that there was indeed a hierarchy in the housewife's club, Mrs. Madison ordered, "Just do as you're fucking told, you husbandless slut."

"Y-y-yes, Mistress," Ms. Winston stammered, as I moved onto all fours to give her access and watched as my teacher crawled underneath me and began licking my clit. The sudden cunt pleasure, mixed with the growing anal pleasure, instantly had me at a fever pitch.

Suddenly wanting and needing to come and come now, I began bouncing back on Mom's cock as hard as I could.

"Such a sexy ass slut," Mrs. Madison purred, as she watched me begin to fuck myself.

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed, as my orgasm quickly grew again.

"Come for me, my ass slut," Mrs. Madison ordered a couple of minutes later, as my breathing increased and sweat began to drip off of me.

"Come now, my daughter fuck slut," Mom demanded, meeting my backward bounces with hard firm thrusts.

"Yes, Mommy!" I screamed a moment later as my third orgasm of the night erupted through me.

Once my orgasm was done, Mrs. Madison said, "Very good. Let's take this to the bedroom."

I braced against Ms. Winston's legs to get up and said to her, looking at her face wet with my juices, "Thanks for the orgasm, Ms. Winston."

She smiled, "You taste delicious, Rebecca."

"I hope to find out how you taste, and soon," I smiled down at her.

"Me too," she said.

I then followed Mom and Mrs. Madison into a bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, which I could barely stagger to, my whole body jelly, Mrs. Madison ordered, "Catherine, take off that strap-on and get on the bed."

"Yes, Mistress," Mom obeyed, seeming to be excited about the opportunity that maybe it was her turn.

Mrs. Madison then handed me a different, much bigger, strap-on cock. "Holy shit," I said, "That monster isn't going to fit in anyone."

As she fastened it on me, she said, "Your slut mom will take it all, won't you, Catherine?"

Mom looked at the massive cock, which was even bigger than the one she had fucked me with earlier, "My cunt is yours to use as you wish, Mistress," she answered like a good submissive, even though the look on her face told me she didn't think she could fit that massive snake inside her without hemorrhaging.

"Good, answer, slut," Mrs. Madison said, as she tightened my harness snugly. "Now slut Rebecca, go become a mother fucker."

Suddenly feeling a power, a brief moment of Mistress inside me, I moved to the bed with confidence and asked my spread-eagled Mom, "K, Mom. Ready to get fucked out of your mind?"



Mom gasped, as I moved on top of her. "Your father's is only five inches."

"They say bigger is better," I purred, as I rubbed the long, thick cock up and down her pussy lips and leaned in to kiss her.

I added, "Plus, Daddy should be the last thing on your mind." After I broke another kiss, still teasing her pussy, I added, "I'm gonna' fuck you into the next neighborhood."



"Fuck me, sweetheart," she moaned, breaking yet another loving kiss. "I want you to fuck your Mommy like the dirty slut I have always wanted to be."

"You fantasized about being a slut, Mommy?" I asked, as I rubbed up and down her pussy lips.

"Yes, baby," she admitted. "But I never thought I would ever act on it. And I never ever dreamed you could be one with me!"

"Now you can be a slut whenever you want, Mommy-slut," I promised, "and whenever you want me to be your three-hole slut, you just have to snap your fingers." With that pledge still on my lips, I slid my cock deep inside her pussy and watched her eyes go big as the huge cock stretched her pussy and reached new depths.

"Holy fuck!!!!" she screamed, as the cock disappeared inside her.

I watched my massive tool slowly fill her, in awe that my body kept moving forward without resistance.

"So big," Mom moaned, as her legs seemed to lift themselves up in the air.

"Take it all, Mommy-slut," I ordered, revelling in the brief role reversal from submissive to Mistress.

"Yes, sweetheart, use me as your Mommy-slut," Mom moaned, looking into my eyes with a love and lust that were undeniable.

As my entire cock reached bottom, I said, remaining in dominant mode, ""Only a real fucking slut could take my entire dick in her cunt."

"I guess I'm a huge fucking slut, darling," Mom whimpered, as she lifted her ass up as if wanting somehow to have the cock go even deeper.

I began fucking her hard, in awe that she could take all ten inches of my cock with such ease.

She babbled, "I love you fucking me. I love that you are such a dirty girl, such a Mother fucker."

Being called a 'Mother fucker' by my own mother was surreal, and a huge turn on, and I kept fucking her hard.



Mom came a couple of minutes later just as I heard a voice say, "Wow, this is unexpected."

"Jen!" I gasped, looking at Eleanor's college aged sister wearing a huge strap-on.

"First Mom and Eleanor, and now you two," she said.

"Did you fuck Eleanor?" I asked.

"Hell, yes," Jen nodded. "It was exhilarating to make baby sister my bitch."

"Wow," I nodded, wishing I had a sister of my own. But Eleanor was an excellent substitute.

Mrs. Madison interrupted our reunion, my cock still deep in Mom, "You two can catch up later. It's time for Catherine to get her first double penetration."

"Oh God," Mom whimpered, lying on her back and shivering. She hadn't yet finished coming from her single penetration.

"Time to double fuck you, Mommy," I said, pulling her up into me.

"I can't," she weakly said, as she looked back and saw the mammoth cock Jen was wearing. Her eyes went big as she clarified, "I physically can't."

Mrs. Madison informed her, "It's the same size as the one you sodomized your daughter with."

"Oh," Mom said, as I pulled her in and kissed her.

Breaking the kiss, I held her close as I said, "Hold on, Mom. C'mon back. Let's make room for Jen Jen."



Mom whimpered, while we cuddled as if I were the mother encouraging her daughter, "I-I can't, please, don't."

Assuming full control, I whispered, "Shush... it's okay, sweetheart."

Jen joined us on the bed and said, "Ready or not, here I come." This made her giggle at the pun of the word 'come'.

I leaned back slowly, pulling Mom down with me, as Jen moved behind her.

"Is this a virgin ass?" Jen asked.

Mom whispered, "Yes."

"Yes, what, slut?" Jen demanded.

"Yes, Mistress Jen," Mom robotically responded.

"Better," she said, as she began to push her cock inside Mom's ass.

"Fuck," Mom grimaced, as our eyes locked.

I whispered, "Just relax, Mommy. I'm right here. And like Mistress Madison told me, 'there is pleasure after the pain.' I promise you it is true."

"I think I'm going to pass out," Mom said.

I pulled her down and kissed her, trying to distract her from the pain. My own cock still deep inside her.

"Fuck, she is tight," Jen declared.

"You were, too, before I took your ass," Mrs. Madison said.

"True enough," Jen laughed, before adding, "Thanks for giving me two virgin asses today."

"Well, you've been a good slut and, of course, you deserved to have first go in your sister's back door."

"She took it well," Jen said.

I wished I could have watched that. I hoped Eleanor was okay.

"Please stop," Mom begged, breaking the kiss.

"I'm almost all in, slut," Jen reassured, reaching around and cupping Mom's tits.

"Okay," Mom weakly said, tears flowing from her eyes.

I pulled her back in for another kiss.

"All in," Jen announced.

"That is so hot," Mrs. Madison said. "Think about it, Catherine. Who would have thought when you woke up this morning that by the end of the day you would not only eat my pussy, but your daughter's pussy too. That you would take your daughter's anal virginity, get fucked by her and then lose your anal cherry with Rebecca still in your cunt."

Mom broke the kiss and somehow laughed, "Not in a million years."

Mrs. Madison laughed too. "Maybe not in a million more, but on this one day it all happened."

"Time to ream her ass," Jen said, suddenly. "Beg, slut. Beg for me to pound your ass."

Mom surprised me and she replied, still with tears and trepidation, "Fuck my asshole, Jen. Make me your ass slut. Use me as your cheapest whore."

Jen obliged as she began fucking Mom. Unlike Mom, who had started slow and allowed me to get used to having a cock in my ass, Jen fucked Mom... hard.

"Holy fuck," Mom screamed, as her tits began jumping around.

"Oh yes, just another prude mother turned into what she really is," Jen purred, as she grabbed Mom's hips.

"Yes, I do want to be a slut," Mom admitted.

"A three-hole slut?" I asked.

"Yes, sweetheart, I want to be a complete full service three-hole dirty slut whore just like you are. You're my hero!" Mom cried out, trying to kiss me, but the fucking was so rough that her mouth just bounced all over my face.

"Oh Mom, you say the nicest things," I teased, as I bucked my ass up to meet Jen's thrusts down.

"Oh, Rebecca," she screamed, as she really began to get double fucked.

Like it had for me, eventually the pleasure overcame the pain and Mom was breathing heavily and getting animated. "Oh God, it feels so good," and "I love having two cocks fucking me," and "I'm going to come."

I abused her with love in my heart as I scolded, "Only slutty Moms come from getting double fucked, you cheap three-hole whore!"



"Then I'm the sluttiest Mom ever," she moaned, beginning to bounce on both cocks, which seemed to somehow make my cock go even deeper inside her.

"Mother fucker," Mom screamed.

"That's me!" I smiled, loving to see Mom's many facial expressions as she experienced such intense pleasure.

"Fuck me every day, sweetheart," Mom moaned, "I want you to make me your Mommy-slut. Will you be my Mistress, baby?"

This astounded me. I thought I was the submissive and Mom the Mistress. Yet, the idea of being submissive usually, but having my own pet, especially my own Mommy-pet, was too good an offer to refuse.

I looked at Mistress Madison, who smiled and nodded her permission.

I sealed the contract. "Yes, Mother, you are now my full-time Mommy-slut. You will eat my cunt when and where I ask. I will fuck you when and where and how I want. I will share you with who I want to, when I want to, where I want to."

"Oh yes, Mistress Rebecca," Mom shouted, "Use me as your Mommy-slut."

Witnessing her complete euphoria was completely satisfying, as was the idea of having her as my full-time Mommy-slut.



I said, assuming control, "Come now, Mommy-slut. Come from getting ass fucked like a cheap whore. Come for your Mistress daughter, come for your Mistress Jen, come for your Mistress Carol, come RIGHT NOW!!"

"Yes!" Mom screamed, my command breaking her invisible dam and the floodwaters consumed her.

Jen and I continued fucking her throughout her orgasm, until she struggled away from both of us and collapsed onto her back. "No more, I can't handle any more," she gasped through her deep gasps for air, as her whole body trembled and her pussy leaked continuously into the bedclothes.

Mrs. Madison said, "Rebecca, go downstairs. I believe you have a promise to keep with Ms. Winston."

"Yes, Mistress," I said standing up.

"Take off the strap-on first," Mrs. Madison said. "I have a college coed to fuck."

Jen said, "Thank God, Mistress," as she removed hers. "My ass needs a good fucking."

I took off my strap-on and offered the tip to my Mom to kiss, which she did gratefully. I wanted to watch Mrs. Madison and Jen, but instead headed downstairs.

Arriving down there, I was surprised to see Mrs. Stroman already between Ms. Winston's legs.



Ms. Winston smiled, "I'll be with you in a minute, Rebecca."

"Of course, Mistress," I nodded, wondering where Eleanor was.

I watched for a couple of minutes as Ms. Winston came and I replayed this surreal day in my head, a day that had totally eclipsed all my other wild crazy days and made them seem very pale in comparison.

Everything had changed now that Mom was involved. Having my very own Mommy-slut was better than my wildest dreams.

Ms. Winston stood up once her orgasm was done, and asked, looking directly at me, "Want one more fucking, Rebecca?"

"I can always use one more fucking," I smiled.

"You really are the best pet we have ever had," she said.

"Don't forget my Mom," I smiled. I'm now her daughter-Mistress and she's my Mommy-slut, and Mistress Madison approves. I can give her to you whenever you want.

"A buy one, get one free deal," Ms. Winston laughed.

"There is also Eleanor," Mrs. Stroman added, as she got off her knees and got to her feet.

"I've never had a buy one, get three deal," Ms. Winston laughed, as she attached a strap-on to her slender waist.

"Well, I had never heard of a secret housewife lesbian club before a month ago," I joked, as I bent over the sideboard and eagerly awaited my next fucking.

"Shit, you really are an eager slut," Ms. Winston said.

"Pandora's Box has been flung open," I shrugged, "and now it can't be shut."

As she moved to me, she said, "Out of all the high school seniors, you were literally the last I would have thought would be the pet."

"Really?" I asked, hurt by that.

She apologized, as she reached me. "I didn't mean that the way it sounded. I meant you just seemed so sweet and innocent."

"Do I still?" I asked, smiling.

"Now you're sweet and slutty," she smiled, as she slid the cock easily inside me.

"Yes, Mistress, please fuck your sweet slut," I moaned.

"You will be participating in a lot of teacher's pet activities at lunch under my desk," she predicted, "sometimes with lots of people in the room, possibly curious about the expressions on my face or the rustling sounds from under my desk," as she fucked me slowly at first.

I pointed out, "You and Mrs. Parks may have to fight over me."

"Don't forget about Mrs. Quinn," she said.

"Mrs. Quinn is a member too?!" I gasped. She was our librarian. Instantly I imagined her on her desk, gloriously naked. She was always shushing us. Now I wanted to shush her with my pussy.



"Just a couple weeks ago," Ms. Winston informed me.

"Well, I do love to spend time in the library," I joked.

"You are a well-rounded person," she said back, as she pulled out of my pussy and slid quickly into my asshole.

"Oh fuck," I moaned, as she fucked my round end.

"I love fucking people in their ass," she said, as she fucked mine.



As she fucked my ass, she leaned into me and pinched and yanked my nipples, creating a new pleasure and pain combination.

She pounded my ass forever, my orgasm stubbornly teasing me relentlessly, but refusing to erupt.

"Come for me, Rebecca," she ordered, "Come from just getting ass fucked."

"Please call me names, Mistress," I requested, thinking that might get me off.

"You love being treated like a whore, don't you?" she crooned, yanking painfully on my nipples.

"Yes, Mistress," I admitted.

She began a litany of name-calling as she fucked my ass hard and manhandled my tits. "Come now, ass slut," "Come, my nerdy lesbian pussy pleasing, ass taking, incest committing, cock teasing, slave."

"Oh yes, more, please more," I begged, getting so close.

"Come, you sinner, come, you mother fucking, shit hole begging cunt," she continued.

Suddenly I heard Mom's voice order me, "Come my daughter whore, come like Mommy did, you fucking ass slut."

"Yes, yes, yes," I screamed, soaring way over the top as another orgasm surged through me.

Once I had finished coming, I flew to my Mom and we ended up in an intimate embrace. "I love you, Mommy."

"I love you too, sweetheart," she said, kissing me.

I looked at her intently for a moment. "But, Mommy-slut, I thought we agreed that I was your Mistress."
She regarded her Mistress daughter with an insolent grin. "Maybe it would be fun to take turns?"

I agreed and grinned. "Yes, Mistress Mommy, I bet it would. When you commanded me just now, it penetrated to my core and I came like a mother fucker!"

"My darling daughter, from this day forward you'll never be able to come like anything but a mother fucker."

We exchanged loving grins and returned to kissing each other.



Mrs. Madison laughed, "Look what we created."

"Incest at its best," Ms. Winston added.

Mrs. Stroman joked, as both her daughters massaged her feet, "I think my two beautiful sluts would argue that claim."

Everyone laughed as the orgy came to an end.

Next morning, Mom woke me up with her head buried between my legs. I have no idea where my dad was as I came loudly for her.

The morning after that, after being awakened by my Mommy-slut the same way, I went to pick up Eleanor and ended up late for school again as we team pleased Mrs. Stroman, where I learned the period of time she loved having her nipples sucked... forever.



On Friday at the drive-in with Steve, when he asked why I had been acting so weird, I didn't answer, but just fished out his cock and sucked him off as 'The Blob' played on the screen. Or something did, anyway.

He came in under a minute, but while I spent the majority of my time serving the housewives of the community, I also began to regularly suck Steve off and swallow his cum, which although not as addicting as pussy, was okay.

Over the next month, I slowly made my way through the rounds of other housewives in the community. I surprised yet another teacher who was apparently in the club, my math teacher, Mrs. Parton, by coming to her house and silently handing her a folded gift card (while I knew her husband was out bowling)..

She accepted it and read the outside: 'For a Special Teacher'. When she opened it she gasped.

Mistress,

I'm this year's housewife pet and tonight I am yours to use as you please.

Once she got over the initial shock, I lifted up my skirt to show her I was already wearing a strap-on cock and as soon as she invited me inside, I indeed did get inside and fucked her right then and there on her couch.



I also ended up licking her to multiple orgasms.

To my surprise, I also learned our school secretary Mrs. Gray was a member of the secret society. I pleasured her in the office one day after school, right under her desk. While she was chatting with a couple of male teachers and our egotistical, chauvinistic principal. I was amazed that she could make witty small talk just before coming and not give away a thing.



I was even once left roped securely to a kitchen table for two hours completely naked, legs spread, a lit candle deep inside me and flickering steadily closer, until Mrs. Green came home from a PTA meeting, blew out the flame and fucked me with the candle, hot wax spattering me as she did.



These are just a few of the many submissions I performed over the next couple of months, all the while pleasing teachers under their desks, Mrs. Madison wherever she wanted me, Mrs. Stroman regularly and often with Eleanor fully participating, and so forth.

Eleanor and I, our initiation periods now completed so that our orgasms were no longer regulated even when our Moms weren't around, also often ended up licking or fucking each other as well, trying a variety of household items to get each other off. Spatulas, brushes, coke bottles, a wooden spoon, cucumbers, a tennis racket, a baseball bat (if you can get fisted you can do a baseball bat), and our favourites because they were easily available, bratwursts, just to name a few.

Also, my morning wake up call, without fail, had become my mother's tongue.

NOW KIMMIE I UNDERSTAND RIGHT NOW YOU MAY BE JUDGING ME AND THE GREAT-GREAT-GRANDMOTHER YOU NEVER MET! BUT, INCEST IS ONE OF THE MOST POWERFUL WAYS TO SHOW TRUE LOVE. AND, BELIEVE IT OR NOT, IT HAS BEEN A TRADITION IN YOUR FAMILY EVER SINCE CATHERINE AND I BEGAN IT IN 1954.

YES, YOUR MOTHER HAS SERVICED ME. YES, YOUR GRANDMOTHER SERVICED ME (MY DAUGHTER) AND YES, IF I COULD HAVE LIVED A LITTLE LONGER YOU WOULD HAVE SERVICED ME TOO.

I HOPE YOU DON'T QUIT READING NOW... THERE ARE A LOT MORE SEXY, FASCINATING STORIES AHEAD.

NOW MY BABY GIRL... GO FUCK YOURSELF WITH ONE OF THE ABOVE LISTED ITEMS LIKE A GOOD GREAT-GRANDMA PET.

.....

I was stunned to the core.

The whole story was unbelievable and surreal.

The whole story had my pussy on fire.

The whole story had me questioning my own thoughts about incest, something I had never seriously considered before this night. And according to the understanding I was now gaining, if I wanted incest, all I would have to do would be to say to my mother, "Sit, pet." She would know I was taking over for great grandmother and I was pretty sure she would thereafter assume the role of my submissive slave. My great grandmother had told me so in her introductory note to this entire saga, and by now I had figured out what her words had meant.

I instantly wondered if Aunt Beth, Mom's younger sister, had also committed incest. She was a few years younger than Mom and was a no nonsense lawyer.

Somehow compelled to obey my deceased great-grandmother, as if she were my Mistress, I got up, grabbed a robe, went downstairs, grabbed a bratwurst, wondering if it was too soft to be successful, and headed back up to my room.

As soon as I locked my door, I scurried back into my bed, closed my eyes and slid the bratwurst into my burning pussy. It needed no lubrication.

I still was trying to fathom my mother licking pussy... never mind licking my great-grandmother's pussy. It just didn't seem possible.


Yet, why would great-grandmother lie?

But as I continued fucking myself with the flexible fuck food, I closed my eyes and wove a fantasy around Aunt Beth. The idea of her being my pet was incredibly enticing.

"So you're a lesbian?" I asked bluntly, at a family barbeque, sitting at a picnic table.

"Pardon?" she asked, surprised by my words.

I said, "I know about you and Mom."

"What do you think you know about your Mom and me?" she asked, trying to act innocent even though the guarded look on her face spoke volumes.

"I know that you and my Mom are very, very close sisters," I smiled.

"So what? Lots of sisters are close." she shrugged, trying to brush me off.

"Does Mom's cunt taste good?" I asked.

"Kimmie!" she gasped.

"Answer the question, slut!" I demanded. I removed a bratwurst from my paper plate, moved it under my skirt and inside my cunt. She watched.

"Kimmie, enough!" she demanded, standing up.

"Sit down!" I ordered, before threatening, "Or I'll tell everyone that you're an incest slut."

As I'd hoped, she sat down.

I pulled the bratwurst out of my pussy, and held it close to her mouth. "Eat the bratwurst."

"What?" she opened her mouth to speak and I shoved the pussy coated bratwurst right into her mouth.

"Eat it!" I demanded.

She obeyed.

I stood up and said, "I expect you in my bedroom in five minutes, Auntie."

She wanted to say something but was chewing the bratwurst.

I walked away before she could clear her mouth.

I grabbed another bratwurst and headed to my room. I got naked and waited under my covers.

It took seven minutes, but there was a knock at my door.

"Come in," I said.

She came in and closed the door.

"We need to talk," she said.

"Eat first, talk later," I instructed, as I removed the covers and spread my legs.

"Kimmie!" she sighed.

"This isn't a negotiation," I said. "Get over here and show me what you do for Mommy."

"Kimmie, please," she said. "This is wrong."

"Now!" I snapped, "We don't have all day."

"If I do this once, will you let it go?" she asked, negotiating like the lawyer she was.

"Maybe," I shrugged.

"Fine," she said, starting towards me.

"Get naked," I ordered, "I want to see those tits of yours."

"Seriously?" she asked.

"I heard they cost you 10 grand," I smiled, knowing she had gotten breast implants a couple of years ago.

"Your mother talks too much," she said flippantly.

Once she was naked, she got onto the bed and moved between my legs. I purred, "I bet you have fantasized about this for a while."

She didn't respond as she leaned down and licked my pussy.

She had an amazing tongue. She was actually really good at this.

My orgasm was building quickly so I handed her the bratwurst and said, "Fuck me, Auntie."

She took the bratwurst and smiled, "You're just like your mother. I think we're going to get along fine from now on, Mistress."



I suddenly came all over the bratwurst I was fucking myself with.

As I lay there in my own cum, I thought to myself, 'I need to start watching Mom.' Having my own live-in Mommy-slut was suddenly looking very, very appealing.

With great-grandmother gone I knew that it was my duty to emulate her... and become the new Mistress of the family.

THE END... for now.

Coming next either:

1950s: Munching the Senior Class

1950s: Naughty Bride

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