Olivia woke up early, the sky had just started to change color, fading from slate gray to a delicate pink, she stretched luxuriously. The house was unnervingly quiet, a hush seemed to have fallen on the world. She didn't feel tired or fuzzy-minded, keeping her movements precise and to a minimum she moved without making much noise, it would have felt wrong to disturb the peaceful atmosphere.
Getting out of bed she removed her dress and hung it lovingly in the back of her closet, she stood naked in front of the mirror for a moment, inspecting and admiring her body. She still had faint bruises on her legs from the bedpost incident, but otherwise was only pleased by what she saw. It was probably just her imagination but her hips seemed wider, her breasts even looked a little bigger. She cupped them casually but there really wasn't much to hold onto.
Snorting, her eyes wandered down to her crotch. Unlike Marcella she didn't have a wild enigmatic bush, just a delicate feathery dusting that only seemed to draw more attention to her articulate vulva. It looked oddly provocative to her now, and it started her thinking about everything that had transpired the previous night. She licked her lips and brought a hand up to her mouth, had she actually done all those dirty terrible things to Marcella?
It felt like a strange dream, her mind searched desperately for anything that could prove it had been real and not just a fantasy. She went and found her phone, she looked through her messages and the date chat, but there was nothing new from her mother. Olivia felt a slight chill, she suddenly wanted to put on some clothes. She couldn't find her favorite shorts anywhere, then she remembered that Marcella had taken them along with all her dirty laundry.
There was something else too, in her shorts, she'd almost forgotten, her mother's green thong from their very first night. It was real, it wasn't a figment of her imagination. Olivia was gripped by a frantic impulse to prove it to herself. As quiet as a mouse she slipped stealthily out of her room and headed for the rear courtyard were the washing basin was located. She sighed with relief when she noticed that Marcella hadn't even made it outside, the two baskets were stacked by the back door.
In a matter of moments Olivia had found her shorts and reaching into the right pocket felt her fingers wrap around the springy tangle of her mom's underwear. She pulled out the lingerie and dropped her shorts back into the basket. Heart racing a little from her panicked sprint she put them almost automatically up to her nose and inhaled hotly through the silky bundle. She could only smell the faintest trace of Marcella's familiar scent, but it was enough to elicit a happy moan and start her cunt aching for more.
Moving without thinking she nearly fell over scrambling to untangle the panties and step artlessly into them. She pulled them on and sighed with contentment as they wrapped tightly around all her tingling bits. Her chill was gone for the moment but she was still mostly naked so she returned quietly to her room. Walking over to her dresser she noted that the thong was a little loose, this gave her a brilliant idea. She opened her underwear drawer and took out one of her newer pairs.
They were beige and as plain as the rest but the cut was a little more adult, not anything like a thong but they only covered half her ass on each side and the front had sexy sharp angles that showed most of her belly, but best of all they were nice and tight. She pulled them on over the thong and turned from side to side to inspect the effect. She grinned, none of the green was poking out around the edges, Marcella's thong was totally hidden underneath. She could see the faint outline, just the shape in the front and along the sides but that was it.
She flushed and felt her cunt heat up and then throb dully, there was something super erotic about this. The concealment wasn't just turning her on, it was giving her all kinds of dirty ideas. She turned away from her dresser and slowly started walking towards the door, she was glad she was wearing two pairs of underwear because she could feel the first pair already getting wet enough to show. Moving mostly on impulse she made her way to Marcella's room, the door wasn't even shut.
Her mom was mostly covered by a single sheet, Olivia looked down at her peaceful face as she slept, it was all she needed to find the courage to follow through with her impromptu plan. Walking around to the other side of the bed she lifted the sheet, the light wasn't great since it was still early morning but she could faintly make out that her mother was still wearing her tattered panties, just like she'd instructed. This filled Olivia with warm delight as she slipped into Marcella's bed, pulling the sheet lightly back down on top of them both.
Rocking her body forward she wrapped her right arm around her Mother's waist and used it for leverage to bring them as close together as possible. She felt her hard nipples squishing pleasantly into Marcella's bare back, and she sighed happily at the sensation of her mom's big familiar ass sliding snugly into her lap. Marcella stirred, her body undulating in response to the unexpected pressure. She inhaled sharply, and Olivia could tell she had woken her up from a sound sleep.
Marcella tried to move away at first but Olivia just pulled her more tightly against her chest. She was careful not to let her arm stray too high. "I had a really bad dream." She breathed close to her mother's ear, nuzzling her face into Marcella's neck, touching her collar bone suggestively with her lips, but not kissing it.
"Oh it's you baby. I thought..." She trailed off, her sleepy voice giving her away.
"You thought it was your boyfriend?" Olivia murmured, humor tinging her voice. Marcella blushed and curled up, pulling them slightly apart. Olivia moved her hand down to her mother's hip and rested it casually on top of her underwear. "You really like him that much?" She sighed dejectedly, letting her fingers curl absently against the elastic.
"Yeah, I do." Her mother replied, she sounded a bit defiant or maybe just defensive.
Olivia took a deep breath, exhaling slowly and hotly against Marcella's neck. "I heard you last night, from my room, it kept me up." Her mom kind of quivered then went still, Olivia took this as an opportunity to pinch the hem of the panties Marcella was wearing and twist the elastic sideways so that she could play with it. Her mom was too busy processing what she'd said to notice the subtle motion.
"Ah, I'm not sure if I should apologize, but if it makes you feel any better he spanked my ass so hard it's still a little sore." Marcella chuckled nervously, Olivia ignored her and just kept tugging the elastic up her mom's thigh until it was almost to her hip.
"That's too bad." She replied, sounding like she didn't think it was very bad at all. "In my nightmare you and I were running through the jungle, a beast was chasing us and you were getting slower and slower, I begged you to keep running but you were carrying a giant egg. 'It's too heavy, I'm too tired.' you said. I offered to carry it but you just shook your head and sat down on top of it. 'Leave me here, it's time.' You cried, but I refused. I wrapped my arms around you and shouted. 'We will do it together, or not at all.' Then the shadow of the beast fell over us, and I woke up."
Olivia's hand couldn't tug any farther, she'd bunched up the entire right side of Marcella's underwear and dragged it neatly up over her hip bone. It stayed hooked there as she let her fingers slide back down her mom's leg, only now she was touching delicious bare skin instead of ragged fabric. Marcella suddenly twisted her body backwards, Olivia's hand was abruptly deposited onto her mother's warm belly. Marcella turned her head, she was facing her daughter now. Her eyes glistened with tears, arms flung out grasping Olivia fiercely.
She yelped, embarrassing herself but the air was crushed out of her lungs so quickly that it came out as more of a whimper. In an instant she was face to face with Marcella, she could feel both sets of their nipples, practically touching. Fate had dealt her an ironic blow, caught in her mother's ferocious hug, both her arms were now trapped between their bodies, with the palm of her right hand in particular being wedged awkwardly up against her mom's warm crotch. She'd wanted to touch it covertly earlier, but now that she was accidentally all but grabbing it, she felt oddly timid and chaste.
These reservations didn't last long however as her mother was intently staring into her eyes, pressing their foreheads and noses together, sniffling sporadically. "Filha." She breathed. "This man is only a man, but you are my tesouro, and will be for ever. You and me, together." She emphasized the last word. Their lips met for a moment, Olivia wasn't sure who had initiated the kiss, perhaps they both had. It was the lightest most delicate affair, a mere peck but it struck Olivia to her core. Her fingers curled involuntarily, gasping as she felt them digging thoughtlessly into her mom's hot, moist, crotch.
Marcella gasped as well, it had surprised them both. "Ah! Oh, sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that." Olivia frantically apologized while trying to extricate her arm from this womanly trap formed by their two aligned bodies, but all she could do was move it back slightly between her own legs. Her mother only chortled and hugged her daughter even tighter, making escape impossible and forcing her hand back into place. She started laughing as Olivia struggled halfheartedly before finally accepting defeat.
Marcella continued to giggle uncontrollably for awhile, then as she slowly regained her composure, eyes sparkling mischievously, she slid her hands rapidly down to her daughter's butt and grabbed the back of her underwear. Pulling it roughly upward she gave Olivia a very uncomfortable wedgie, this started her laughing all over again. Although amidst gleeful snorts she managed to huff. "Now we are even." Before pulling her arms away and rolling happily onto her back.
Olivia scowled but she wasn't angry, instead she was intensely aroused. Throwing back the sheet, but being careful not to uncover her mother's dirty little secret, she bounced up and off Marcella's bed. Her mom turned her head so that she could stare at her daughter's voluptuous ass. Olivia hadn't bothered to reposition her panties yet so they weren't hiding much. She could feel her mother's hot gaze but had no idea what she was thinking.
Marcella started laughing again. Olivia just scoffed and walked slowly towards the door, making sure to give it plenty of wiggle, only glancing over her shoulder right as she left. Marcella had a dumb sheepish grin on her face, Olivia blew her a kiss then gave her the finger. She raced back to her room, all she could think about was using her phone to get some satisfaction, and maybe some sweet revenge as well.
"How is your ass this morning?" She typed. It was dumb but she just wanted to hear Marcella complain about it some more. Olivia struggled to think quickly, and was surprised when her mom replied within seconds. Seemingly Marcella had also felt a desire to dive right into their chat after she'd left the bedroom.
"It's sore, but I'll live." Olivia snorted, she loved how her mom never submitted completely, this spike of defiance only increased her desire to dominate. "What really stings is how you made me twice as horny as I was yesterday and never even used your cock. You must be some kind of masochist." Olivia thought about this, noting that her grasp of male psychology was sadly lacking and that her fictitious character was seeming more eccentric every day.
"My denial was your true punishment." She replied. It was practically nonsense but also the best she could do given her sluggish overtaxed brain. Perhaps ambiguity would read as brilliance if she threw in a few big words. "More like the masochist is you, since your feeble attempts at psychoanalysis will only be rewarded with more denial. But enough about me. Are you still following my orders?" She waited patiently for a few seconds only to notice that Marcella had already sent more text.
"Or maybe you're just afraid to cum inside me now?" Her mother had clearly posted the message before Olivia had finished typing.
While her mom's sassy attitude always excited and amused her, all passive-aggressive antagonism had its limits. Olivia felt genuine anger well up inside and started picturing herself smacking Marcella's bare ass over and over. The thought was comforting and she calmed down quickly. Regaining her composure she replied slowly and deliberately. "My precious cum is something you have to earn through loyalty and obedience."
She laughed, cringing at the slightly hysterical tone. The truth was that it would be precious, she was paying a high and very personal price. Her thoughts were interrupted by a picture that began to materialize line by line. She had to turn her phone upside down to see it properly. Marcella had taken a quick photo right where she was sitting, slouched in her chair, legs spread just a little. Her bellybutton was at the bottom of the frame, although when turned upside down it gave Olivia the impression of kneeling right in front of her mother's delicious crotch. Because of the way she was sitting her underwear was pulled so tight it almost looked painful.
Marcella was still wearing the deplorable panties Olivia had left for her, although she found it very aggravating that on her mother's more shapely and womanly body they actually looked super sexy, with their pitiful state, punctuated by the occasional hole, only managing to enhance and emphasize Marcella's natural pristine beauty. Regardless, it was the coveted 'front shot' that Olivia had been unable to capture herself the previous night. Cunt tingling dangerously she silently added it to her steadily growing collection.
"Look, I've been a good girl." Her mother had added below the image.
"Putting on her panties is so wrong, so dirty, it's not like the licking and sucking you made me do before. That's just my mouth and once I'm done I don't have to think about it anymore, but when I'm wearing them it's constant, they're touching me in my most intimate places in the most intimate ways. I was scared at first, I didn't know why, but when I pulled them tight I finally understood. I wasn't expecting it to turn me on so much, but subconsciously I must have known it would.
'I'm being submissive, of course it's arousing.' I thought, but that was too convenient, I was just trying to explain my feelings away. I loved licking her panties clean, I was annoyed when you told me to wear them instead. I wouldn't get to taste that sweet addictive honey. They were especially dirty too, damp all over with the crotch coated all yummy and creamy looking.
Then I had her all over me, sticky and slippery between my thighs, clinging to my cunt. I realized I liked this even better than how she tasted. I couldn't see her panties unless I lifted up my skirt, but I could feel them every time I moved. They were uncomfortably tight, digging into me, making me even more excited. I was getting really wet but I don't think it was noticeable because they were already so juicy when I put them on.
I thought about how we were mixing together and started to spasm. I was submitting to my daughter too, accepting this secret connection, I opened myself to it completely. My body responded on its own, dilating invitingly until I felt the viscous heat between my legs working its way up inside me. I know it was just my imagination but it honestly felt like the panties were fucking me when I walked. I would have given anything to masturbate right then but my daughter was waiting for me in the kitchen and I didn't want her to get suspicious."
Olivia reread the text and swallowed hard, she was so disgusted and aroused at the same time that she almost put down her phone, but she couldn't, not after reading such a graphic and uncensored account of the previous night. For once she was glad that her mind was blanking out, because her mom added one final line.
"Please don't make me take them off yet. Please."
She sighed, things just kept getting out of hand, and now she could barely manage basic math much less complicated social interactions. Maybe she would have to let her inner animal take over for awhile. Taking a deep breath Olivia ran a hand cautiously down between her legs and gingerly groped her furnace-like crotch. Dirty thoughts followed by new ideas exploded in her mind like fireworks, she started typing without hesitation.
"I though I already told you, you're not allowed to take them off until I say so. However if I'd known you were going to like it this much I'm not sure I would have made you do it." She felt a bit sulky to be honest. The way her mom had managed to spin this latest prank into a source of ultimate pleasure was somewhat infuriating. It made her question her own motives even further.
Did it matter if Marcella enjoyed it? Did she secretly want her to enjoy it? Was this just a way for Olivia to indirectly apologize for everything she was putting her mom through? Her weakened mind was unable to penetrate the emotional murk, so once again she queried her dauntless sex drive.
"I'll let you keep wearing them on one condition," She paused, wondering for a moment if she even had the courage to continue, her libido was a harsh mistress. Letter by letter she finished her sentence. "That's all you're allowed to wear around the house, just panties, you can wear your own underwear on top of hers to cover them up if you want, but nothing else."
After a moment's pause she wrote a final line purely out of pragmatism. "If she asks about it, just tell her that you're too hot."
The accidental double meaning made her giggle idiotically. Olivia felt euphoric, no matter what her mother did or said in response she would get something she wanted. This might be the first time she'd out-thought Marcella, and she'd done it by being totally stupid. If her mom refused, she'd finally found a way to punish her properly, and if she agreed, well, Olivia would get to tease her mercilessly whenever she felt like it. Not to mention, Marcella was definitely hot, making her parade around the villa mostly nude would be a pleasant distraction.
"Thank you!!" Her mom's reply took a little of the wind out of her billowing sails. Such enthusiasm, she scowled, secretly she'd been expecting at least a little resistance. Not to worry, she could still have some fun with it.
"Oh, does that please you? You're even more of a shameless slut than I thought. I mean it's only fair after all, you can't hide everything from your poor daughter, so at the very least I expect you to put on a good show for her. You'll be wearing her panties right in front of her after all. I want you to get some much needed practice and pretend that she's me while you're doing it, you exist to excite me, your only reason for being is my absolute seduction. I want you to be ready for the next time I come over."
She was being selfish but didn't feel too guilty about it since her mom hadn't even showed the slightest sign of reluctance so far. It terrified her a little to be honest, occasionally she imagined losing all restraint, typing insane things and being met with the same mindless obedience. In a way this game was her own personal nightmare, the limits were unknown and only her wavering sanity seemed to be standing between them and the unthinkable.
Deep down she reserved the hope that her mom had some semblance of human dignity, there had to be some things that even she wouldn't do, lines that no amount of sexual gratification would coax her into crossing. She hoped. Her stomach growled, she groaned. It was getting late anyway. She put down her phone without waiting for a reply from her mom. Nudging it under her pillow she got up and got dressed, opting for her second favorite pair of shorts and a loose-fitting shirt that only had one button left to fasten it provocatively between her breasts.
Olivia was as noisy as possible on purpose, she made quite a lot of noise scraping and banging her drawers then stomped out of her room, taking the slightly longer route past Marcella's door. "I'm making some breakfast, should I make enough eggs for both of us?" She shouted towards the crack, grinning as she picture her mom nearly jumping out of her skin. Patiently she hovered, the powerful urge to peek inside causing her to flush partly with excitement but also in embarrassment.
The door banged shut in her face causing her to almost fall over backwards. Marcella's voice carried clearly through the hollow plastic. "Yeah put a few extra in for me." Her mom sounded nervous and Olivia wondered if she had been afraid that her daughter would see what she was wearing, or was she just having performance anxiety over the latest commands she'd been given? Either way Olivia was pleased with the result, she liked to watch her mother squirm.
Practically skipping away she launched herself gleefully into the kitchen where she immediately went to work throwing together a masterful omelet. Diced onion and pablano pepper straight from the garden, eight eggs from the chickens, scrambled with a few tablespoons of the sour milk to make everything nice and fluffy. Her excitement was building with every second, as the golden morning light set every surface in the large open room aglow.
Then she started to get anxious. What was taking so long? Olivia tried to visualize what her mom might be doing but she couldn't be certain, this just got her wondering what underwear Marcella would pick which got her hot and bothered all over again.
She was just sliding the second steaming omelet onto a plate when she heard the sound of bare feet on the tile floor. Swallowing and trying hard to remain calm she willed her hands to stop shaking and turned around as slowly and naturally as possible. Marcella glided sensually over to the sink with a blithe, almost bored gait that got Olivia's heart thumping in her chest. "Hot today, isn't it?" Marcella mumbled, seemingly to no one in particular.
Olivia's mom was wearing high-waisted black lace boyshorts that she had never seen before, strange because despite their conservative cut (covering basically everything) the lace was a delicate-looking single layer without a liner, making them essentially sheer. Olivia could see her ratty underwear underneath, she could even vaguely make out the holes if she squinted her eyes, but only because she knew exactly where to look. Her mom had made the perfect choice for covering them up, upon casual inspection the second pair could simply be mistaken for part of the lingerie, nothing more than an inscrutable hazy outline. If it wasn't for the thick lower waistband she might have doubted herself.
Olivia didn't understand why but this visual ambiguity was highly arousing, it forced her to stare conspicuously at her mother's ass just to be certain that her eyes weren't playing tricks. If Marcella turned around she'd certainly notice how intently she was being studied, she might find it suspicious, the risk of getting caught was also turning Olivia on. Luckily her mom was filling a rather large glass of water, her back was turned to Olivia who rather self-indulgently continued to ogle Marcella's shapely bottom.
Eyes never wavering, Olivia carefully took the two plates she'd loaded up with omelets, one in each hand and carried them over to the small table in the center of their enormous kitchen. Her mom still hadn't turned around, she stood in front of the sink, staring absently out the window, occasionally taking a sip of water. Olivia was entranced by Marcella's elegant bare back which seemed impossibly long and smooth and dark. This wasn't a view she had seen very often, it made her mom appear oddly young and girlish.
Marcella shifted from one foot to the other as she took another sip, Olivia swallowed as she watched her mom's ample booty wobble and shudder as her hips tilted in the opposite direction, Olivia's mouth felt dry but her pussy was soaking wet. Marcella turned suddenly, pivoting effortlessly on her right heel. "You're awfully quite." She murmured, her eyes wandering off to the side, not really fixing on her daughter's startled face. Olivia inhaled sharply, her gaze darting away, trying desperately to make it seem like she'd been focused intently on laying out the silverware.
"Mom! What the hell..." She exclaimed, snapping her chin up dramatically to fix Marcella with what she hoped was a convincing indignant and scandalized stare. "Where the... fuck are your clothes?!" Marcella burst out laughing, her water sloshing over the lip of the glass, a bit splashing next to her feet.
"Filha, that look, oh my deus." She started up laughing again, spilling even more water. Finally she slunk forward and slid her glass rather precariously onto the edge of the table so that she could continue laughing uninterrupted. After several seconds she calmed down, her breath coming in little huffs that Olivia found strangely fetching. "Oops. Someone could slip on that." Her mom stepped back over the accidental puddle she'd made, snatching a towel out of a drawer she tossed it with mild belligerence at her daughter.
Olivia reflexively reached up and caught the towel as it bounced off of her chest. She clutched it defensively against her bandoleer both startled and confused. Her mom grinned demurely. "I'm still light headed, and you made me spill my water. Come and clean this up for momma." She gestured weakly at the spot on the floor, her knees wobbling as she wheezed delightedly while resting one hand on a nearby chair for support.
Grunting with displeasure Olivia sullenly shuffled towards the puddle, then with as much decorum as she could summon, sunk down gracefully onto her knees and began to dutifully mop up the minor pool of water. She ground her teeth as she noted her mother no longer suffering from belabored breath, but snickering quietly instead. Marcella pushed away from the chair and rocked forward on her heels so that she loomed ominously over her daughter.
Olivia glanced up from the floor where she was dragging the towel in small concentric circles. Her eyes hitched as she strained to raise them high enough to look at her mom's face, instead she ended up staring more or less into Marcella's crotch, which miraculously was positioned in line with the highest incline of her aching neck. She just left her head like that, her trembling hands circling hypnotically just in front of her knees.
She nearly squealed when two cool slender palms descended suddenly onto her head. Marcella chuckled imperiously as she stroked Olivia's hair, running her fingers through it affectionately. Awkward leaning unsustainable, she stumbled a half-step forward. Olivia could feel the heat of her mother's body at this distance, Marcella's crotch was now almost directly in front of her face, she struggled to remain calm, fighting the panic welling up in her chest.
All her instincts were telling her to bow her head, to break eye contact with her mother's crotch, her posture was too conspicuous, she could almost feel it as a tangible pressure pushing down. But try as she might her stupid over-excited brain wouldn't allow it. She was so close now, there was no way her mom could even see where she was looking, that and Marcella was still busy roughly raking her fingers through Olivia's wiry hair. She could smell her mother now, that irresistible scent of spices and flowers. She breathed it in deeply then sighed longingly.
Marcella's hands alternated from side to side causing Olivia's head to sway annoyingly in sync, it was only tolerable because of the way her mother's exaggerated movements caused her hips to shift, tilting forward and then back, causing all kinds of fascinating folds and ripples to form right where Olivia was obsessively staring. The rhythmic motion revealing all the subtle shapes that started her own crotch pulsing. Olivia realized she hadn't blinked since she'd tilted back her head.
"Seriously mom, where are your clothes?" Her voice low and soft, almost plaintive. She picked up the towel, folded it automatically and lay it delicately on top of her lap. Marcella withdrew her fingers and stepped back towards the counter, her expression was hard to read, bemused or maybe just blissful.
"Haven't you noticed how hot it's been lately? Kammerra is burning again, they were saying at the bazaar that the thermal plumes are stretching all the way across the Pacific ocean." Olivia nodded wearily as Marcella fanned herself coyly with one hand. "I was about to get dressed this morning and then I realized with just the two of us senhoras around..." She trailed off, her eyes looking away but then flicking back for a moment to gauge her daughter's response.
Olivia had a strange reaction, her arousal hadn't diminished much, perhaps it was the sight of her mother's large dark erect nipples, ringed by her slightly less dark areolas. On her mom's relatively flat chest they stood out even more distinctly. "Yes." She replied, her voice still oddly subdued. Her mind churned, while her emotions roared like a raging river. Before she even knew what was happening she'd unbuttoned her shorts and then they were falling to the floor.
She stepped out of them, still in her trance. Finally her mind caught up and she realized that she was taking off her clothes. Her bandoleer dangled off the back of a chair, her top, barely attached to begin with seemed to flow off her shoulders like a sheet in the wind. Suddenly feeling very shy and self-conscious Olivia stood next to the table, hand resting on a chair in nothing but her underwear, just like her mother.
She glanced sideways, too embarrassed to meet Marcella's gaze, and noticed the steam still rising from the two omelets, it shimmered and danced, wavering even as it sparkled in a sunbeam that lanced across the kitchen, terminating in a blinding trapezoid of light on the opposite plastic wall. She blinked, her stomach growled. Marcella chuckled. The sound of a wooden legs protesting as they were dragged across the tile echoed in her ears. "I am also hot." Olivia squeaked.
But her mom was already sitting down and had even, rudely, started eating. Olivia snorted with disgust and pulled out a chair of her own. Soon all that could be heard was the pleasant and lively clinking of metal on porcelain. The omelets didn't stand a chance. Marcella smiled, Olivia smiled back, her shyness seemed to have evaporated along with her appetite. Thankfully it was unusually hot so the kitchen air was merely cool and not cold.
Although perhaps it was the intense heat between her legs that was dulling the chill. Now that the distraction of eating was out of the way, Olivia found her arousal returning with a vengeance. The table blocked the view of her mother from the waist down, creating the illusion of complete nudity. This just got her thinking twice as hard about their reality: she was secretly wearing her mother's sexy thong, and Marcella was not-so-secretly wearing her daughter's dirty disintegrating panties.
The thought turned her on so much she actually started squirming around in her chair. It was like they were touching, secretly, intimately, sexually. Maybe I really am a lesbian, she mused uneasily. Marcella was watching her with an atypical level of salient interest, her sparkling eyes peeking out from behind the edge of her water glass as she took another superfluous sip.
"I could get used to this." She breathed, it turned into a deliciously protracted sigh that sounded suspicious like an erotic moan, setting down her glass carelessly so that it sloshed and would have spilled if it were any little less empty. Then after a long pause. "I may never get dressed ever again." Her face cracked into a crazy grin. Olivia started laughing, it sounded so childish she stopped almost immediately, she flatted out her lips, forcing herself to look serious (and she hoped more mature).
Marcella mimicked her expression, it was a reasonably good impression, which just made Olivia feel stupid and overly dramatic. "My sweet baby filha, I think your breasts have gotten bigger." Her mom got up suddenly and stalked over to where Olivia was sitting. "But what is this, did some bug bite you while you were sleeping?" In genuine alarm Olivia craned her neck trying to look down at her chest even as Marcella reached forward with her right hand and closed her thumb and fingers gingerly over her daughter's right breast.
Before she realized what was happening it was already too late, she felt the pad of Marcella's thumb brush against her areola and then a moment later a sharp pain stabbed through her chest as her mom pinched her nipple playfully between her fingers. Olivia squealed and slammed back in her chair, Marcella only giggled but didn't let go, she hung on for a few more seconds before giving it a sadistic parting pluck. Deftly she danced away as her daughter roared with rage, flailing wildly as she grasped for her mother but only managed to miss her by millimeters.
Knocking over her chair as she jumped to her feet Olivia chased Marcella around the kitchen then around the villa, her throbbing nipple a constant reminder of the indignity her mother had vested upon her. "I will killl you!!" She screamed. Marcella only answered with more hysterical laughter as she raced from one room to the next, changing directions randomly at the last second so that Olivia became increasingly frustrated with each new failure to catch the demonic woman.
Soon she was panting, exhausted but also less angry. Her rage had solidified into cold, hard, determination. Marcella seeming to sense her daughter's change in mood, stopped laughing and stealthily ducked into her daughter's bedroom. Suspecting some sort of dirty trick, Olivia stopped in mid stride and opted for a slow and cautious approach. Before entering the room she checked carefully to make sure her mom wasn't hiding behind the door.
Sensing nothing, she slipped inside, her eyes frantically scanning every corner of the room for possible threats. Only confusion and irritation surfaced, her mother was nowhere to be seen. Olivia started rushing over to her closet which was slightly ajar, but stopped half way, her mouth forming a cute little "O" of absolute bewilderment. Still as a statue, eyes shut tight, her mother was laid out on top of her bed, somehow she'd overlooked this several times while aimlessly scanning all the logical hiding spots.
Her stunned silence didn't last for very long, without preamble, once her mystification had been resolved she roared like a lion and pounced full-length from the foot of her bed. She landed with a very satisfying thump. Surprised and somewhat placated by the unexpected softness underlying Marcella's lean muscular physique. Her mom let out a loud "Ooof." and then grunted unhappily. Olivia ignored these sounds and grabbed both her forearms and forced them back against the bed.
It only occurred to her now that she'd pulled up both her knees during the scuffle and was straddling her mother in the most sexually suggestive way possible. Glancing down she noted that the heat she was feeling welling up between her legs was not merely her own, she was basically sitting right on top of Marcella's crotch. Her mom grinned whimsically up at her, seemingly unconcerned, she made no attempt to escape. Olivia took a deep breath, physically she was completely in control but it sure didn't feel that way.
"You caught me. Now what?" Marcella said impishly. Olivia tried to glare but it was difficult, her nipple was only throbbing faintly now and it didn't even hurt, meanwhile her mother's sardonic yet somehow sweet grin was melting her heart. Not to mention the wonderfully soft, squishy and burning hot sensation created where their crotches were touching, well that was making it rather hard to concentrate.
"Payback." She mumbled. Marcella's mouth quirked.
"What?" She said.
"Payback." Olivia repeated, louder and clearer this time, her voice sounding unintentionally sinister, she had also leaned forward so far that their faces were almost touching. She could feel her mom's hot breath coming out her nose in quick little bursts. She realized for the first time that she was scaring her a little. Unexpectedly her body reacted strongly, she was suddenly acutely aware of her clit which had started throbbing faintly. This also brought to her attention that by leaning forward she'd pushed it into full contact with her mother's mons.
A shudder traveled through her entire body, Marcella's breathing only quickened, perhaps she had interpreted it incorrectly as a shudder of rage? Olivia didn't care, she had never felt this turned on before. This wasn't one of her alter-ego encounters, this was Olivia and her mother face to face, eyes wide open. She wanted to moan right in Marcella's face, she wanted it more than anything she had ever wanted in her entire life. But if she did it would be a moan that came up from the very deepest depths of her guts as she came so hard she suspected she might die.
So instead, she bit her bottom lip so hard that it made an awful crunching sound. She tasted blood. "Yes. Payback is what I said. I'm going to let go of your arms now, but don't you dare move. Don't you dare move until I'm done." The last part came out in an actual snarl, it was an animal sound that she never would have imagined her mouth was capable of making. The truth was, she was a little scared too. The pleasure was only building, her clit hummed, even regular breathing sent vicious spasms shooting deep into her belly. With immense effort she willed her clenching hands to relax, then with glacial slowness she guided them away.
There were pale marks on her mother's dark arms, imprints made by her fingers. It had a slight sobering effect, her head cleared by a fraction. Her inconceivably vast arousal hovered on the brink, teetering. Marcella's eyes were wide and clearer than she could ever remember them having been, they were hazel galaxies swirling around piercing black holes, Olivia could never escape, but neither would she let them go. Their gazes inextricably locked, she let her hands glide like ghosts over her mother's collar bones, her fingers stopped over Marcella's nipples.
They were so big, like gumdrops. I must have sucked on these when I was a baby, her mind simpered off in some inane remote corner of her subconscious. Her clit which felt like it was thumping pendulously in sync with her pounding heart, brought her forcefully back into the present. Her fingers curled around her mother's fat erect nipples, seeming to coil, to constrict. She was lifting both her mother's breasts, pulling them upwards with her cupped hands, even as her foremost fingers twisted and tightened around them.
Marcella began to whimper, but her arms never even twitched, she held them obediently where Olivia had placed them up above her head. She pinched as hard as she dared, Olivia knew her strength and so she only used a portion, knowing full well that it would be more than enough to qualify as 'payback' for her mother's minor infraction. She stopped squeezing when she noticed Marcella clenching her jaw so hard that her cheeks rippled.
She was about to let go, it felt like she'd been pinching her mom's nipples for hours. Her hands weren't tired but she wasn't a sadist at heart. "Harder!" Marcella gasped. "I was bad." She huffed, panting, barely able to talk, the words distorted as she breathed in and out while talking. "Punish me!" For reasons she couldn't comprehend, these words filled Olivia with rage. As if years of mistreatment could somehow be erased with one empty gesture. That was how it felt.
Her mind went suddenly calm, a stillness settled over her body that she had never felt before, for a moment she worried that she had died. Not breathing, heart not beating, mind blank, every muscle frozen, immobile. Was she even alive? "Yes I will punish you." She hissed through grinding teeth. 'But not like you think.' Her mind finished the sentence, evoking a gravitas that brought her back from the dead. She gave one last remorseless squeeze, pulling so hard upward that she arched her pelvis, smashing their crotches roughly together.
She felt something odd. An intense spasming between her legs, a frantic helpless hammering that thrummed wildly through her underwear, followed by a gush of hot liquid that flooded crotch; only none of it was from her. Marcella was coming and Olivia could feel it directly through her cunt, they were squeezed so tightly together. The lights flickered, or more like the sun exploded. Olivia came in response to the realization. In all honestly she wasn't aware of much else for the duration of the orgasm. She let go of her mother's tits, she remembered that much.
Marcella too was lost to the oblivion of the little death. Did she writhe? Did she buck? Did she scream and moan and cry never-ending tears of ecstasy? Olivia didn't know and neither did her mother. They both regained consciousness about ten minutes later. Olivia pushed herself up slowly from where she'd passed out on Marcella's chest. They looked into each other's eyes, blinked. Olivia rolled off and onto her back, the two of them barely fit on top of her tiny bed. It was so quiet so calm and peaceful. Olivia felt like a shell, but not in a bad way, like a large beautiful shell you might find on the beach: intricate, immaculate, hard as diamond, and filled with infinite mystery.
They both just lay there for awhile, not really saying anything. Was there even anything to say? In a way everything had been said, just in a language that neither of them really spoke. Marcella eventually sat up, shakily she got to her feet, somehow freeing herself from the gravity well of Olivia's bed. She turned before she left, her daughter tilting her head in her direction, she had the softest, sweetest look on her face. "Filha, I love you so much." She said, her voice choked with emotion.
Wincing she reached up but hesitated before she touched her breasts. Even as dark as they were, her nipples looked red and inflamed. "You really got me." She sighed, it turned into a rueful chuckle half way through. "Deus, you really got me." She repeated. Olivia just sat there, unable to speak, only vaguely aware of how soaking wet everything was. Her mother hadn't even seemed to notice. Did she even realize what had happened? Olivia wasn't even sure if she herself understood what had happened.
All she knew was that for the first time in weeks she felt absolutely nothing between her legs. Marcella wandered through the door, disappearing from view. Should she have said something? Olivia wondered, but her mind was as unresponsive as her crotch. Glancing at her time patch she realized that it was almost time for work. The idea of working after this was daunting, not because she was tired (if anything she felt super charged) but because the world beyond seemed empty and lifeless compared to what she'd just experienced with her mother.
Would she ever be able to live a normal life after today? It seemed doubtful. Still, she still had to go on living, somehow. It took every ounce of strength to sit up, but then she was moving again, and soon she was on her way.
Getting out of bed she removed her dress and hung it lovingly in the back of her closet, she stood naked in front of the mirror for a moment, inspecting and admiring her body. She still had faint bruises on her legs from the bedpost incident, but otherwise was only pleased by what she saw. It was probably just her imagination but her hips seemed wider, her breasts even looked a little bigger. She cupped them casually but there really wasn't much to hold onto.
Snorting, her eyes wandered down to her crotch. Unlike Marcella she didn't have a wild enigmatic bush, just a delicate feathery dusting that only seemed to draw more attention to her articulate vulva. It looked oddly provocative to her now, and it started her thinking about everything that had transpired the previous night. She licked her lips and brought a hand up to her mouth, had she actually done all those dirty terrible things to Marcella?
It felt like a strange dream, her mind searched desperately for anything that could prove it had been real and not just a fantasy. She went and found her phone, she looked through her messages and the date chat, but there was nothing new from her mother. Olivia felt a slight chill, she suddenly wanted to put on some clothes. She couldn't find her favorite shorts anywhere, then she remembered that Marcella had taken them along with all her dirty laundry.
There was something else too, in her shorts, she'd almost forgotten, her mother's green thong from their very first night. It was real, it wasn't a figment of her imagination. Olivia was gripped by a frantic impulse to prove it to herself. As quiet as a mouse she slipped stealthily out of her room and headed for the rear courtyard were the washing basin was located. She sighed with relief when she noticed that Marcella hadn't even made it outside, the two baskets were stacked by the back door.
In a matter of moments Olivia had found her shorts and reaching into the right pocket felt her fingers wrap around the springy tangle of her mom's underwear. She pulled out the lingerie and dropped her shorts back into the basket. Heart racing a little from her panicked sprint she put them almost automatically up to her nose and inhaled hotly through the silky bundle. She could only smell the faintest trace of Marcella's familiar scent, but it was enough to elicit a happy moan and start her cunt aching for more.
Moving without thinking she nearly fell over scrambling to untangle the panties and step artlessly into them. She pulled them on and sighed with contentment as they wrapped tightly around all her tingling bits. Her chill was gone for the moment but she was still mostly naked so she returned quietly to her room. Walking over to her dresser she noted that the thong was a little loose, this gave her a brilliant idea. She opened her underwear drawer and took out one of her newer pairs.
They were beige and as plain as the rest but the cut was a little more adult, not anything like a thong but they only covered half her ass on each side and the front had sexy sharp angles that showed most of her belly, but best of all they were nice and tight. She pulled them on over the thong and turned from side to side to inspect the effect. She grinned, none of the green was poking out around the edges, Marcella's thong was totally hidden underneath. She could see the faint outline, just the shape in the front and along the sides but that was it.
She flushed and felt her cunt heat up and then throb dully, there was something super erotic about this. The concealment wasn't just turning her on, it was giving her all kinds of dirty ideas. She turned away from her dresser and slowly started walking towards the door, she was glad she was wearing two pairs of underwear because she could feel the first pair already getting wet enough to show. Moving mostly on impulse she made her way to Marcella's room, the door wasn't even shut.
Her mom was mostly covered by a single sheet, Olivia looked down at her peaceful face as she slept, it was all she needed to find the courage to follow through with her impromptu plan. Walking around to the other side of the bed she lifted the sheet, the light wasn't great since it was still early morning but she could faintly make out that her mother was still wearing her tattered panties, just like she'd instructed. This filled Olivia with warm delight as she slipped into Marcella's bed, pulling the sheet lightly back down on top of them both.
Rocking her body forward she wrapped her right arm around her Mother's waist and used it for leverage to bring them as close together as possible. She felt her hard nipples squishing pleasantly into Marcella's bare back, and she sighed happily at the sensation of her mom's big familiar ass sliding snugly into her lap. Marcella stirred, her body undulating in response to the unexpected pressure. She inhaled sharply, and Olivia could tell she had woken her up from a sound sleep.
Marcella tried to move away at first but Olivia just pulled her more tightly against her chest. She was careful not to let her arm stray too high. "I had a really bad dream." She breathed close to her mother's ear, nuzzling her face into Marcella's neck, touching her collar bone suggestively with her lips, but not kissing it.
"Oh it's you baby. I thought..." She trailed off, her sleepy voice giving her away.
"You thought it was your boyfriend?" Olivia murmured, humor tinging her voice. Marcella blushed and curled up, pulling them slightly apart. Olivia moved her hand down to her mother's hip and rested it casually on top of her underwear. "You really like him that much?" She sighed dejectedly, letting her fingers curl absently against the elastic.
"Yeah, I do." Her mother replied, she sounded a bit defiant or maybe just defensive.
Olivia took a deep breath, exhaling slowly and hotly against Marcella's neck. "I heard you last night, from my room, it kept me up." Her mom kind of quivered then went still, Olivia took this as an opportunity to pinch the hem of the panties Marcella was wearing and twist the elastic sideways so that she could play with it. Her mom was too busy processing what she'd said to notice the subtle motion.
"Ah, I'm not sure if I should apologize, but if it makes you feel any better he spanked my ass so hard it's still a little sore." Marcella chuckled nervously, Olivia ignored her and just kept tugging the elastic up her mom's thigh until it was almost to her hip.
"That's too bad." She replied, sounding like she didn't think it was very bad at all. "In my nightmare you and I were running through the jungle, a beast was chasing us and you were getting slower and slower, I begged you to keep running but you were carrying a giant egg. 'It's too heavy, I'm too tired.' you said. I offered to carry it but you just shook your head and sat down on top of it. 'Leave me here, it's time.' You cried, but I refused. I wrapped my arms around you and shouted. 'We will do it together, or not at all.' Then the shadow of the beast fell over us, and I woke up."
Olivia's hand couldn't tug any farther, she'd bunched up the entire right side of Marcella's underwear and dragged it neatly up over her hip bone. It stayed hooked there as she let her fingers slide back down her mom's leg, only now she was touching delicious bare skin instead of ragged fabric. Marcella suddenly twisted her body backwards, Olivia's hand was abruptly deposited onto her mother's warm belly. Marcella turned her head, she was facing her daughter now. Her eyes glistened with tears, arms flung out grasping Olivia fiercely.
She yelped, embarrassing herself but the air was crushed out of her lungs so quickly that it came out as more of a whimper. In an instant she was face to face with Marcella, she could feel both sets of their nipples, practically touching. Fate had dealt her an ironic blow, caught in her mother's ferocious hug, both her arms were now trapped between their bodies, with the palm of her right hand in particular being wedged awkwardly up against her mom's warm crotch. She'd wanted to touch it covertly earlier, but now that she was accidentally all but grabbing it, she felt oddly timid and chaste.
These reservations didn't last long however as her mother was intently staring into her eyes, pressing their foreheads and noses together, sniffling sporadically. "Filha." She breathed. "This man is only a man, but you are my tesouro, and will be for ever. You and me, together." She emphasized the last word. Their lips met for a moment, Olivia wasn't sure who had initiated the kiss, perhaps they both had. It was the lightest most delicate affair, a mere peck but it struck Olivia to her core. Her fingers curled involuntarily, gasping as she felt them digging thoughtlessly into her mom's hot, moist, crotch.
Marcella gasped as well, it had surprised them both. "Ah! Oh, sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that." Olivia frantically apologized while trying to extricate her arm from this womanly trap formed by their two aligned bodies, but all she could do was move it back slightly between her own legs. Her mother only chortled and hugged her daughter even tighter, making escape impossible and forcing her hand back into place. She started laughing as Olivia struggled halfheartedly before finally accepting defeat.
Marcella continued to giggle uncontrollably for awhile, then as she slowly regained her composure, eyes sparkling mischievously, she slid her hands rapidly down to her daughter's butt and grabbed the back of her underwear. Pulling it roughly upward she gave Olivia a very uncomfortable wedgie, this started her laughing all over again. Although amidst gleeful snorts she managed to huff. "Now we are even." Before pulling her arms away and rolling happily onto her back.
Olivia scowled but she wasn't angry, instead she was intensely aroused. Throwing back the sheet, but being careful not to uncover her mother's dirty little secret, she bounced up and off Marcella's bed. Her mom turned her head so that she could stare at her daughter's voluptuous ass. Olivia hadn't bothered to reposition her panties yet so they weren't hiding much. She could feel her mother's hot gaze but had no idea what she was thinking.
Marcella started laughing again. Olivia just scoffed and walked slowly towards the door, making sure to give it plenty of wiggle, only glancing over her shoulder right as she left. Marcella had a dumb sheepish grin on her face, Olivia blew her a kiss then gave her the finger. She raced back to her room, all she could think about was using her phone to get some satisfaction, and maybe some sweet revenge as well.
"How is your ass this morning?" She typed. It was dumb but she just wanted to hear Marcella complain about it some more. Olivia struggled to think quickly, and was surprised when her mom replied within seconds. Seemingly Marcella had also felt a desire to dive right into their chat after she'd left the bedroom.
"It's sore, but I'll live." Olivia snorted, she loved how her mom never submitted completely, this spike of defiance only increased her desire to dominate. "What really stings is how you made me twice as horny as I was yesterday and never even used your cock. You must be some kind of masochist." Olivia thought about this, noting that her grasp of male psychology was sadly lacking and that her fictitious character was seeming more eccentric every day.
"My denial was your true punishment." She replied. It was practically nonsense but also the best she could do given her sluggish overtaxed brain. Perhaps ambiguity would read as brilliance if she threw in a few big words. "More like the masochist is you, since your feeble attempts at psychoanalysis will only be rewarded with more denial. But enough about me. Are you still following my orders?" She waited patiently for a few seconds only to notice that Marcella had already sent more text.
"Or maybe you're just afraid to cum inside me now?" Her mother had clearly posted the message before Olivia had finished typing.
While her mom's sassy attitude always excited and amused her, all passive-aggressive antagonism had its limits. Olivia felt genuine anger well up inside and started picturing herself smacking Marcella's bare ass over and over. The thought was comforting and she calmed down quickly. Regaining her composure she replied slowly and deliberately. "My precious cum is something you have to earn through loyalty and obedience."
She laughed, cringing at the slightly hysterical tone. The truth was that it would be precious, she was paying a high and very personal price. Her thoughts were interrupted by a picture that began to materialize line by line. She had to turn her phone upside down to see it properly. Marcella had taken a quick photo right where she was sitting, slouched in her chair, legs spread just a little. Her bellybutton was at the bottom of the frame, although when turned upside down it gave Olivia the impression of kneeling right in front of her mother's delicious crotch. Because of the way she was sitting her underwear was pulled so tight it almost looked painful.
Marcella was still wearing the deplorable panties Olivia had left for her, although she found it very aggravating that on her mother's more shapely and womanly body they actually looked super sexy, with their pitiful state, punctuated by the occasional hole, only managing to enhance and emphasize Marcella's natural pristine beauty. Regardless, it was the coveted 'front shot' that Olivia had been unable to capture herself the previous night. Cunt tingling dangerously she silently added it to her steadily growing collection.
"Look, I've been a good girl." Her mother had added below the image.
"Putting on her panties is so wrong, so dirty, it's not like the licking and sucking you made me do before. That's just my mouth and once I'm done I don't have to think about it anymore, but when I'm wearing them it's constant, they're touching me in my most intimate places in the most intimate ways. I was scared at first, I didn't know why, but when I pulled them tight I finally understood. I wasn't expecting it to turn me on so much, but subconsciously I must have known it would.
'I'm being submissive, of course it's arousing.' I thought, but that was too convenient, I was just trying to explain my feelings away. I loved licking her panties clean, I was annoyed when you told me to wear them instead. I wouldn't get to taste that sweet addictive honey. They were especially dirty too, damp all over with the crotch coated all yummy and creamy looking.
Then I had her all over me, sticky and slippery between my thighs, clinging to my cunt. I realized I liked this even better than how she tasted. I couldn't see her panties unless I lifted up my skirt, but I could feel them every time I moved. They were uncomfortably tight, digging into me, making me even more excited. I was getting really wet but I don't think it was noticeable because they were already so juicy when I put them on.
I thought about how we were mixing together and started to spasm. I was submitting to my daughter too, accepting this secret connection, I opened myself to it completely. My body responded on its own, dilating invitingly until I felt the viscous heat between my legs working its way up inside me. I know it was just my imagination but it honestly felt like the panties were fucking me when I walked. I would have given anything to masturbate right then but my daughter was waiting for me in the kitchen and I didn't want her to get suspicious."
Olivia reread the text and swallowed hard, she was so disgusted and aroused at the same time that she almost put down her phone, but she couldn't, not after reading such a graphic and uncensored account of the previous night. For once she was glad that her mind was blanking out, because her mom added one final line.
"Please don't make me take them off yet. Please."
She sighed, things just kept getting out of hand, and now she could barely manage basic math much less complicated social interactions. Maybe she would have to let her inner animal take over for awhile. Taking a deep breath Olivia ran a hand cautiously down between her legs and gingerly groped her furnace-like crotch. Dirty thoughts followed by new ideas exploded in her mind like fireworks, she started typing without hesitation.
"I though I already told you, you're not allowed to take them off until I say so. However if I'd known you were going to like it this much I'm not sure I would have made you do it." She felt a bit sulky to be honest. The way her mom had managed to spin this latest prank into a source of ultimate pleasure was somewhat infuriating. It made her question her own motives even further.
Did it matter if Marcella enjoyed it? Did she secretly want her to enjoy it? Was this just a way for Olivia to indirectly apologize for everything she was putting her mom through? Her weakened mind was unable to penetrate the emotional murk, so once again she queried her dauntless sex drive.
"I'll let you keep wearing them on one condition," She paused, wondering for a moment if she even had the courage to continue, her libido was a harsh mistress. Letter by letter she finished her sentence. "That's all you're allowed to wear around the house, just panties, you can wear your own underwear on top of hers to cover them up if you want, but nothing else."
After a moment's pause she wrote a final line purely out of pragmatism. "If she asks about it, just tell her that you're too hot."
The accidental double meaning made her giggle idiotically. Olivia felt euphoric, no matter what her mother did or said in response she would get something she wanted. This might be the first time she'd out-thought Marcella, and she'd done it by being totally stupid. If her mom refused, she'd finally found a way to punish her properly, and if she agreed, well, Olivia would get to tease her mercilessly whenever she felt like it. Not to mention, Marcella was definitely hot, making her parade around the villa mostly nude would be a pleasant distraction.
"Thank you!!" Her mom's reply took a little of the wind out of her billowing sails. Such enthusiasm, she scowled, secretly she'd been expecting at least a little resistance. Not to worry, she could still have some fun with it.
"Oh, does that please you? You're even more of a shameless slut than I thought. I mean it's only fair after all, you can't hide everything from your poor daughter, so at the very least I expect you to put on a good show for her. You'll be wearing her panties right in front of her after all. I want you to get some much needed practice and pretend that she's me while you're doing it, you exist to excite me, your only reason for being is my absolute seduction. I want you to be ready for the next time I come over."
She was being selfish but didn't feel too guilty about it since her mom hadn't even showed the slightest sign of reluctance so far. It terrified her a little to be honest, occasionally she imagined losing all restraint, typing insane things and being met with the same mindless obedience. In a way this game was her own personal nightmare, the limits were unknown and only her wavering sanity seemed to be standing between them and the unthinkable.
Deep down she reserved the hope that her mom had some semblance of human dignity, there had to be some things that even she wouldn't do, lines that no amount of sexual gratification would coax her into crossing. She hoped. Her stomach growled, she groaned. It was getting late anyway. She put down her phone without waiting for a reply from her mom. Nudging it under her pillow she got up and got dressed, opting for her second favorite pair of shorts and a loose-fitting shirt that only had one button left to fasten it provocatively between her breasts.
Olivia was as noisy as possible on purpose, she made quite a lot of noise scraping and banging her drawers then stomped out of her room, taking the slightly longer route past Marcella's door. "I'm making some breakfast, should I make enough eggs for both of us?" She shouted towards the crack, grinning as she picture her mom nearly jumping out of her skin. Patiently she hovered, the powerful urge to peek inside causing her to flush partly with excitement but also in embarrassment.
The door banged shut in her face causing her to almost fall over backwards. Marcella's voice carried clearly through the hollow plastic. "Yeah put a few extra in for me." Her mom sounded nervous and Olivia wondered if she had been afraid that her daughter would see what she was wearing, or was she just having performance anxiety over the latest commands she'd been given? Either way Olivia was pleased with the result, she liked to watch her mother squirm.
Practically skipping away she launched herself gleefully into the kitchen where she immediately went to work throwing together a masterful omelet. Diced onion and pablano pepper straight from the garden, eight eggs from the chickens, scrambled with a few tablespoons of the sour milk to make everything nice and fluffy. Her excitement was building with every second, as the golden morning light set every surface in the large open room aglow.
Then she started to get anxious. What was taking so long? Olivia tried to visualize what her mom might be doing but she couldn't be certain, this just got her wondering what underwear Marcella would pick which got her hot and bothered all over again.
She was just sliding the second steaming omelet onto a plate when she heard the sound of bare feet on the tile floor. Swallowing and trying hard to remain calm she willed her hands to stop shaking and turned around as slowly and naturally as possible. Marcella glided sensually over to the sink with a blithe, almost bored gait that got Olivia's heart thumping in her chest. "Hot today, isn't it?" Marcella mumbled, seemingly to no one in particular.
Olivia's mom was wearing high-waisted black lace boyshorts that she had never seen before, strange because despite their conservative cut (covering basically everything) the lace was a delicate-looking single layer without a liner, making them essentially sheer. Olivia could see her ratty underwear underneath, she could even vaguely make out the holes if she squinted her eyes, but only because she knew exactly where to look. Her mom had made the perfect choice for covering them up, upon casual inspection the second pair could simply be mistaken for part of the lingerie, nothing more than an inscrutable hazy outline. If it wasn't for the thick lower waistband she might have doubted herself.
Olivia didn't understand why but this visual ambiguity was highly arousing, it forced her to stare conspicuously at her mother's ass just to be certain that her eyes weren't playing tricks. If Marcella turned around she'd certainly notice how intently she was being studied, she might find it suspicious, the risk of getting caught was also turning Olivia on. Luckily her mom was filling a rather large glass of water, her back was turned to Olivia who rather self-indulgently continued to ogle Marcella's shapely bottom.
Eyes never wavering, Olivia carefully took the two plates she'd loaded up with omelets, one in each hand and carried them over to the small table in the center of their enormous kitchen. Her mom still hadn't turned around, she stood in front of the sink, staring absently out the window, occasionally taking a sip of water. Olivia was entranced by Marcella's elegant bare back which seemed impossibly long and smooth and dark. This wasn't a view she had seen very often, it made her mom appear oddly young and girlish.
Marcella shifted from one foot to the other as she took another sip, Olivia swallowed as she watched her mom's ample booty wobble and shudder as her hips tilted in the opposite direction, Olivia's mouth felt dry but her pussy was soaking wet. Marcella turned suddenly, pivoting effortlessly on her right heel. "You're awfully quite." She murmured, her eyes wandering off to the side, not really fixing on her daughter's startled face. Olivia inhaled sharply, her gaze darting away, trying desperately to make it seem like she'd been focused intently on laying out the silverware.
"Mom! What the hell..." She exclaimed, snapping her chin up dramatically to fix Marcella with what she hoped was a convincing indignant and scandalized stare. "Where the... fuck are your clothes?!" Marcella burst out laughing, her water sloshing over the lip of the glass, a bit splashing next to her feet.
"Filha, that look, oh my deus." She started up laughing again, spilling even more water. Finally she slunk forward and slid her glass rather precariously onto the edge of the table so that she could continue laughing uninterrupted. After several seconds she calmed down, her breath coming in little huffs that Olivia found strangely fetching. "Oops. Someone could slip on that." Her mom stepped back over the accidental puddle she'd made, snatching a towel out of a drawer she tossed it with mild belligerence at her daughter.
Olivia reflexively reached up and caught the towel as it bounced off of her chest. She clutched it defensively against her bandoleer both startled and confused. Her mom grinned demurely. "I'm still light headed, and you made me spill my water. Come and clean this up for momma." She gestured weakly at the spot on the floor, her knees wobbling as she wheezed delightedly while resting one hand on a nearby chair for support.
Grunting with displeasure Olivia sullenly shuffled towards the puddle, then with as much decorum as she could summon, sunk down gracefully onto her knees and began to dutifully mop up the minor pool of water. She ground her teeth as she noted her mother no longer suffering from belabored breath, but snickering quietly instead. Marcella pushed away from the chair and rocked forward on her heels so that she loomed ominously over her daughter.
Olivia glanced up from the floor where she was dragging the towel in small concentric circles. Her eyes hitched as she strained to raise them high enough to look at her mom's face, instead she ended up staring more or less into Marcella's crotch, which miraculously was positioned in line with the highest incline of her aching neck. She just left her head like that, her trembling hands circling hypnotically just in front of her knees.
She nearly squealed when two cool slender palms descended suddenly onto her head. Marcella chuckled imperiously as she stroked Olivia's hair, running her fingers through it affectionately. Awkward leaning unsustainable, she stumbled a half-step forward. Olivia could feel the heat of her mother's body at this distance, Marcella's crotch was now almost directly in front of her face, she struggled to remain calm, fighting the panic welling up in her chest.
All her instincts were telling her to bow her head, to break eye contact with her mother's crotch, her posture was too conspicuous, she could almost feel it as a tangible pressure pushing down. But try as she might her stupid over-excited brain wouldn't allow it. She was so close now, there was no way her mom could even see where she was looking, that and Marcella was still busy roughly raking her fingers through Olivia's wiry hair. She could smell her mother now, that irresistible scent of spices and flowers. She breathed it in deeply then sighed longingly.
Marcella's hands alternated from side to side causing Olivia's head to sway annoyingly in sync, it was only tolerable because of the way her mother's exaggerated movements caused her hips to shift, tilting forward and then back, causing all kinds of fascinating folds and ripples to form right where Olivia was obsessively staring. The rhythmic motion revealing all the subtle shapes that started her own crotch pulsing. Olivia realized she hadn't blinked since she'd tilted back her head.
"Seriously mom, where are your clothes?" Her voice low and soft, almost plaintive. She picked up the towel, folded it automatically and lay it delicately on top of her lap. Marcella withdrew her fingers and stepped back towards the counter, her expression was hard to read, bemused or maybe just blissful.
"Haven't you noticed how hot it's been lately? Kammerra is burning again, they were saying at the bazaar that the thermal plumes are stretching all the way across the Pacific ocean." Olivia nodded wearily as Marcella fanned herself coyly with one hand. "I was about to get dressed this morning and then I realized with just the two of us senhoras around..." She trailed off, her eyes looking away but then flicking back for a moment to gauge her daughter's response.
Olivia had a strange reaction, her arousal hadn't diminished much, perhaps it was the sight of her mother's large dark erect nipples, ringed by her slightly less dark areolas. On her mom's relatively flat chest they stood out even more distinctly. "Yes." She replied, her voice still oddly subdued. Her mind churned, while her emotions roared like a raging river. Before she even knew what was happening she'd unbuttoned her shorts and then they were falling to the floor.
She stepped out of them, still in her trance. Finally her mind caught up and she realized that she was taking off her clothes. Her bandoleer dangled off the back of a chair, her top, barely attached to begin with seemed to flow off her shoulders like a sheet in the wind. Suddenly feeling very shy and self-conscious Olivia stood next to the table, hand resting on a chair in nothing but her underwear, just like her mother.
She glanced sideways, too embarrassed to meet Marcella's gaze, and noticed the steam still rising from the two omelets, it shimmered and danced, wavering even as it sparkled in a sunbeam that lanced across the kitchen, terminating in a blinding trapezoid of light on the opposite plastic wall. She blinked, her stomach growled. Marcella chuckled. The sound of a wooden legs protesting as they were dragged across the tile echoed in her ears. "I am also hot." Olivia squeaked.
But her mom was already sitting down and had even, rudely, started eating. Olivia snorted with disgust and pulled out a chair of her own. Soon all that could be heard was the pleasant and lively clinking of metal on porcelain. The omelets didn't stand a chance. Marcella smiled, Olivia smiled back, her shyness seemed to have evaporated along with her appetite. Thankfully it was unusually hot so the kitchen air was merely cool and not cold.
Although perhaps it was the intense heat between her legs that was dulling the chill. Now that the distraction of eating was out of the way, Olivia found her arousal returning with a vengeance. The table blocked the view of her mother from the waist down, creating the illusion of complete nudity. This just got her thinking twice as hard about their reality: she was secretly wearing her mother's sexy thong, and Marcella was not-so-secretly wearing her daughter's dirty disintegrating panties.
The thought turned her on so much she actually started squirming around in her chair. It was like they were touching, secretly, intimately, sexually. Maybe I really am a lesbian, she mused uneasily. Marcella was watching her with an atypical level of salient interest, her sparkling eyes peeking out from behind the edge of her water glass as she took another superfluous sip.
"I could get used to this." She breathed, it turned into a deliciously protracted sigh that sounded suspicious like an erotic moan, setting down her glass carelessly so that it sloshed and would have spilled if it were any little less empty. Then after a long pause. "I may never get dressed ever again." Her face cracked into a crazy grin. Olivia started laughing, it sounded so childish she stopped almost immediately, she flatted out her lips, forcing herself to look serious (and she hoped more mature).
Marcella mimicked her expression, it was a reasonably good impression, which just made Olivia feel stupid and overly dramatic. "My sweet baby filha, I think your breasts have gotten bigger." Her mom got up suddenly and stalked over to where Olivia was sitting. "But what is this, did some bug bite you while you were sleeping?" In genuine alarm Olivia craned her neck trying to look down at her chest even as Marcella reached forward with her right hand and closed her thumb and fingers gingerly over her daughter's right breast.
Before she realized what was happening it was already too late, she felt the pad of Marcella's thumb brush against her areola and then a moment later a sharp pain stabbed through her chest as her mom pinched her nipple playfully between her fingers. Olivia squealed and slammed back in her chair, Marcella only giggled but didn't let go, she hung on for a few more seconds before giving it a sadistic parting pluck. Deftly she danced away as her daughter roared with rage, flailing wildly as she grasped for her mother but only managed to miss her by millimeters.
Knocking over her chair as she jumped to her feet Olivia chased Marcella around the kitchen then around the villa, her throbbing nipple a constant reminder of the indignity her mother had vested upon her. "I will killl you!!" She screamed. Marcella only answered with more hysterical laughter as she raced from one room to the next, changing directions randomly at the last second so that Olivia became increasingly frustrated with each new failure to catch the demonic woman.
Soon she was panting, exhausted but also less angry. Her rage had solidified into cold, hard, determination. Marcella seeming to sense her daughter's change in mood, stopped laughing and stealthily ducked into her daughter's bedroom. Suspecting some sort of dirty trick, Olivia stopped in mid stride and opted for a slow and cautious approach. Before entering the room she checked carefully to make sure her mom wasn't hiding behind the door.
Sensing nothing, she slipped inside, her eyes frantically scanning every corner of the room for possible threats. Only confusion and irritation surfaced, her mother was nowhere to be seen. Olivia started rushing over to her closet which was slightly ajar, but stopped half way, her mouth forming a cute little "O" of absolute bewilderment. Still as a statue, eyes shut tight, her mother was laid out on top of her bed, somehow she'd overlooked this several times while aimlessly scanning all the logical hiding spots.
Her stunned silence didn't last for very long, without preamble, once her mystification had been resolved she roared like a lion and pounced full-length from the foot of her bed. She landed with a very satisfying thump. Surprised and somewhat placated by the unexpected softness underlying Marcella's lean muscular physique. Her mom let out a loud "Ooof." and then grunted unhappily. Olivia ignored these sounds and grabbed both her forearms and forced them back against the bed.
It only occurred to her now that she'd pulled up both her knees during the scuffle and was straddling her mother in the most sexually suggestive way possible. Glancing down she noted that the heat she was feeling welling up between her legs was not merely her own, she was basically sitting right on top of Marcella's crotch. Her mom grinned whimsically up at her, seemingly unconcerned, she made no attempt to escape. Olivia took a deep breath, physically she was completely in control but it sure didn't feel that way.
"You caught me. Now what?" Marcella said impishly. Olivia tried to glare but it was difficult, her nipple was only throbbing faintly now and it didn't even hurt, meanwhile her mother's sardonic yet somehow sweet grin was melting her heart. Not to mention the wonderfully soft, squishy and burning hot sensation created where their crotches were touching, well that was making it rather hard to concentrate.
"Payback." She mumbled. Marcella's mouth quirked.
"What?" She said.
"Payback." Olivia repeated, louder and clearer this time, her voice sounding unintentionally sinister, she had also leaned forward so far that their faces were almost touching. She could feel her mom's hot breath coming out her nose in quick little bursts. She realized for the first time that she was scaring her a little. Unexpectedly her body reacted strongly, she was suddenly acutely aware of her clit which had started throbbing faintly. This also brought to her attention that by leaning forward she'd pushed it into full contact with her mother's mons.
A shudder traveled through her entire body, Marcella's breathing only quickened, perhaps she had interpreted it incorrectly as a shudder of rage? Olivia didn't care, she had never felt this turned on before. This wasn't one of her alter-ego encounters, this was Olivia and her mother face to face, eyes wide open. She wanted to moan right in Marcella's face, she wanted it more than anything she had ever wanted in her entire life. But if she did it would be a moan that came up from the very deepest depths of her guts as she came so hard she suspected she might die.
So instead, she bit her bottom lip so hard that it made an awful crunching sound. She tasted blood. "Yes. Payback is what I said. I'm going to let go of your arms now, but don't you dare move. Don't you dare move until I'm done." The last part came out in an actual snarl, it was an animal sound that she never would have imagined her mouth was capable of making. The truth was, she was a little scared too. The pleasure was only building, her clit hummed, even regular breathing sent vicious spasms shooting deep into her belly. With immense effort she willed her clenching hands to relax, then with glacial slowness she guided them away.
There were pale marks on her mother's dark arms, imprints made by her fingers. It had a slight sobering effect, her head cleared by a fraction. Her inconceivably vast arousal hovered on the brink, teetering. Marcella's eyes were wide and clearer than she could ever remember them having been, they were hazel galaxies swirling around piercing black holes, Olivia could never escape, but neither would she let them go. Their gazes inextricably locked, she let her hands glide like ghosts over her mother's collar bones, her fingers stopped over Marcella's nipples.
They were so big, like gumdrops. I must have sucked on these when I was a baby, her mind simpered off in some inane remote corner of her subconscious. Her clit which felt like it was thumping pendulously in sync with her pounding heart, brought her forcefully back into the present. Her fingers curled around her mother's fat erect nipples, seeming to coil, to constrict. She was lifting both her mother's breasts, pulling them upwards with her cupped hands, even as her foremost fingers twisted and tightened around them.
Marcella began to whimper, but her arms never even twitched, she held them obediently where Olivia had placed them up above her head. She pinched as hard as she dared, Olivia knew her strength and so she only used a portion, knowing full well that it would be more than enough to qualify as 'payback' for her mother's minor infraction. She stopped squeezing when she noticed Marcella clenching her jaw so hard that her cheeks rippled.
She was about to let go, it felt like she'd been pinching her mom's nipples for hours. Her hands weren't tired but she wasn't a sadist at heart. "Harder!" Marcella gasped. "I was bad." She huffed, panting, barely able to talk, the words distorted as she breathed in and out while talking. "Punish me!" For reasons she couldn't comprehend, these words filled Olivia with rage. As if years of mistreatment could somehow be erased with one empty gesture. That was how it felt.
Her mind went suddenly calm, a stillness settled over her body that she had never felt before, for a moment she worried that she had died. Not breathing, heart not beating, mind blank, every muscle frozen, immobile. Was she even alive? "Yes I will punish you." She hissed through grinding teeth. 'But not like you think.' Her mind finished the sentence, evoking a gravitas that brought her back from the dead. She gave one last remorseless squeeze, pulling so hard upward that she arched her pelvis, smashing their crotches roughly together.
She felt something odd. An intense spasming between her legs, a frantic helpless hammering that thrummed wildly through her underwear, followed by a gush of hot liquid that flooded crotch; only none of it was from her. Marcella was coming and Olivia could feel it directly through her cunt, they were squeezed so tightly together. The lights flickered, or more like the sun exploded. Olivia came in response to the realization. In all honestly she wasn't aware of much else for the duration of the orgasm. She let go of her mother's tits, she remembered that much.
Marcella too was lost to the oblivion of the little death. Did she writhe? Did she buck? Did she scream and moan and cry never-ending tears of ecstasy? Olivia didn't know and neither did her mother. They both regained consciousness about ten minutes later. Olivia pushed herself up slowly from where she'd passed out on Marcella's chest. They looked into each other's eyes, blinked. Olivia rolled off and onto her back, the two of them barely fit on top of her tiny bed. It was so quiet so calm and peaceful. Olivia felt like a shell, but not in a bad way, like a large beautiful shell you might find on the beach: intricate, immaculate, hard as diamond, and filled with infinite mystery.
They both just lay there for awhile, not really saying anything. Was there even anything to say? In a way everything had been said, just in a language that neither of them really spoke. Marcella eventually sat up, shakily she got to her feet, somehow freeing herself from the gravity well of Olivia's bed. She turned before she left, her daughter tilting her head in her direction, she had the softest, sweetest look on her face. "Filha, I love you so much." She said, her voice choked with emotion.
Wincing she reached up but hesitated before she touched her breasts. Even as dark as they were, her nipples looked red and inflamed. "You really got me." She sighed, it turned into a rueful chuckle half way through. "Deus, you really got me." She repeated. Olivia just sat there, unable to speak, only vaguely aware of how soaking wet everything was. Her mother hadn't even seemed to notice. Did she even realize what had happened? Olivia wasn't even sure if she herself understood what had happened.
All she knew was that for the first time in weeks she felt absolutely nothing between her legs. Marcella wandered through the door, disappearing from view. Should she have said something? Olivia wondered, but her mind was as unresponsive as her crotch. Glancing at her time patch she realized that it was almost time for work. The idea of working after this was daunting, not because she was tired (if anything she felt super charged) but because the world beyond seemed empty and lifeless compared to what she'd just experienced with her mother.
Would she ever be able to live a normal life after today? It seemed doubtful. Still, she still had to go on living, somehow. It took every ounce of strength to sit up, but then she was moving again, and soon she was on her way.