The next morning Michelle awakens to the sounds of someone in her kitchen. The married woman looks around her bedroom to see her husband still snoring away, but no signs of Kayla. The confused wife wraps herself in a tiny silk robe as she walks down the stairs. "Fuck, I hope the kids aren't home." She says to herself as her pulse quickens.

"Oh, hey, good morning."

"Oh, hey, Kayla." Michelle confusedly responds as she enters the kitchen to find the other woman sipping a cup of coffee.

"I made y'all breakfast."

"You didn't need to do that."

"I wanted to; I said a few mean things last night." Kayla lightly laughs as she tries to feel out the now very uncomfortable situation.

Michelle quickly detects the apprehension in the woman's voice. She knows that Kayla does not understand what all is actually going on with the married couple. "I know, and I loved it." Michelle smiles as she reaches out to rub the other woman's arm, trying to reassure her that it was all okay.

"I don't understand the situation with you two."

"Neither do I. Something just snapped in me. I had all these feelings and ideas; it is quite overwhelming at times. I have like this inner demon trying to get out." Michelle feels relief to confess some of what was going on inside her to someone.

"So are you like a full time submissive? I mean, like should I have made you get up and make breakfast for Jason and me this morning?" Kayla asks as she nibbles on a piece of toast.

Michelle blinks a few times as the words of the other woman take a moment to register in her head. The dynamic between her and her husband had only really existed in the sexual sense. Michell has never contemplated anything outside of that up until this moment. The idea of pushing boundaries to more is intriguing to her. "I don't know honestly. That would be so humiliating to have to serve my husband and his mistress breakfast after what you two did last night."

"Is that what you want, Michelle? Do you want to be humiliated? Do you want me to force you to serve me?" The wicked woman launches a plethora of questions at Michelle as she tries to learn more about the way things work.

Michelle's heart thunders in her chest as Kayla walks closer to her. The married woman can feel Kayla's hot breath on her face as they stand an inch barely apart. "What would I have to do, ma'am?" Michelle's voice quivers and shakes as she asks.

"What are you two doing?" The deep voice of Jason echoes in the kitchen as he enters to find his lover and his wife close together.

"Just some girl talk is all," Kayla says with a laugh and a smile as she backs away from Michelle.

The threesome each take a spot at the table and enjoy the breakfast Kayla has prepared for them. A few words are spoken mostly small talk nothing of importance or anything about the night before. Jason sips his orange juice as he moves from eyeing up his wife to eyeing up his lover. He smiles as he realizes this situation is something most men would kill to have.

"So, where are the kids?" Jason asks as he sits his juice cup down.

"Gwen and Ryan both stayed at their friend's houses," Michelle says as her mind races. Curiosity overwhelming the wife as she wonders what Kayla's plans would have been if Jason had not entered into the room.

Almost as if on cue, the brother and sister enter the front door of the house. Kayla's eyes shoot open wide, wondering what the reaction would be as she sat at the family's kitchen table clad only in a shirt of Jason's. Michelle fills with equal amounts of worry as her robe covers little to nothing, as she is still clad in the lingerie from the night before. Her thoughts quickly shifting from Kayla in the kitchen to what would her son think? She had explained some stuff to Gwen, but as far as she knew, Ryan is still clueless as to what his mother has started.

Jason can read the expression on Kayla and Michelle's faces; he can detect they are both nervous. The trio can tell by the sound of the kid's feet on the hardwood floor that they were about to have more guests in the kitchen.

Jason smiles and playfully shrugs as he knows there is little to nothing that can be done at this point. "They're adults, and this is my house...fuck it." He laughs aloud.

"Hey, mom, we are..." Ryan's announcement of returning cut short as he enters the dining room to see Kayla sitting where he does typically clad in a flannel shirt of his father.

Gwen, though not adequately prepared for this exact situation, handles it better than her brother does, as she enters the room and grabs a bagel off the table. "So, what did you crazy kids do last night?" She giggles as her eyes dart around, checking out each member of the naughty trio sitting at the table.

"Gwen, that is enough!" Jason's voice booms as he stops his daughter from pursuing her questions any further.

"Yes, daddy." Gwen sheepishly replies as she nibbles at her bagel.

"Kids, you both know Ms. Long." Michelle says as she points across the table.

Kayla's face a slight shade of pink as she cannot help but feel a little embarrassed as she throws a hand up to acknowledge the teenagers. "Hello..."

"Hey, Ms. Long," Ryan says as he can see her bare skin peeking out from under the flannel shirt. The nineteen-year-old can feel a stiffening in his boxers.

Gwen waves as she grabs her brother by the arm and leads him out of the dining room and towards the staircase. "Hey, Ms. Long." Gwen laughs as she talks in a slow voice, making fun of her older brother.

"What the fuck Gwen," Ryan says as he looks at his sister, the older brother annoyed at her mocking tone.

"What, I saved you in there you were about to make a complete fool of yourself ogling Kayla and mom. Don't think that went unnoticed," Michelle says as she pokes her index finger into her brother's masculine chest.

"I wouldn't do that, especially to mom."

"Whatever..." Gwen responds as she walks up the stairs.

"Oh my God, I am so embarrassed." Kayla hangs her head as she speaks.

"Why?"

"Michelle, those are your kids; I am bare-assed nearly naked in your dining room. Aren't you a little embarrassed?"

"Yes and no. Gwen kinda knows what's going on, and well, I am sure Ryan has figured it out."

Jason listens to the inflection in his wife's voice; he can tell she feels turned on by the situation. "Did you plan this?"

"What? No, I asked them to give us the house for the evening is all. I did not set their return time." Michelle responds, trying to explain that she did not have any plans for what had just occurred.

"But you like it, don't you?" Kayla asks as she puts her fork down and leans onto the table, looking over it, staring at the wanton mother/wife.

"You like the kids knowing I am fucking her. You like them knowing she pleases me when you can't."

"Say it, Michelle, tell us the truth. You like them knowing how pathetic you are that you need another person to please their daddy." Kayla says as the forcefulness of her voice increases.

"Oh, my god...yes...yes...yes," Michelle huffs as she can feel her face becoming flush. The urge to rub her pussy almost too much to resist. The mother's thoughts focusing on what her son and daughter think of her.

"I wish I could stay, but I have a yoga class to teach," Kayla announces as she stands up from the table. The hazel-eyed beauty feels torn between her job and having another go around with the married couple.

"Please...please stay," Michelle begs as her pussy moistens.

"No, Michelle, she is going to leave you can do without," Jason responds. A slight grin forming on the husband's face as he watches his wife's expression turn from sexual desperation to utter disappointment.

"Do you need a ride home?" Jason asks as he watches a now dressed Kayla come down the staircase.

"I live a few houses down. I think I can manage." She laughs as she kisses Jason on the cheek.

"I am sorry about the kids I really am," Michelle says as she keeps her head hung low.

"Don't worry about it. I am sure they already at least figured out why he was coming to my house nightly. This just adds an extra layer, besides if this messes with them to bad, it's you who is paying the therapy bill." The dirty blonde-haired woman laughs as she leans in to kiss Michelle on the cheek. "I really don't believe the stuff we said about you..." She whispers into the married woman's ear before exiting the home.

As the lusty neighbor departs, Jason pushes the door shut. The father of two cannot help but wonder what is going through the minds of his son and daughter. Gwen seems really cool with it, but Ryan is another story he seems a bit more in shock; Jason thinks to himself as he walks into the living room. "I think we need to talk with the kids."

"I think you might be right. But can it wait? I don't think I am ready to face Ryan about it."

"You've told Gwen, haven't you?"

"She knows enough that what she saw wasn't about to shock her," Michelle says as she takes a seat on the couch next to her husband. "I need to make some choices, and after I do, I want to talk with the kids about it all," Michelle says as she nervously fidgets with the flimsy belt to her robe. "I need to decide how far I want to take this."

"How far?"

"Yes. I need to know if what we are doing is only sexual or do I want it all the time every day in my normal life."

"A full time submissive?" Jason asks as he is unsure if that is even the correct term to use for what his wife is proposing.

"Yes, I guess. I mean, I don't think it's the quote/unquote normal submissive relationship I am looking for. I think if we have to label it, that would be the best label, but I think its honestly doing whatever we like. Would that be okay with you?"

"Chelle, sweetie, I am open to doing anything you want. However, the kids, I am not sure how they are going to be with us doing whatever we like, especially considering what you have started liking."

"I know that's the sticking point what will they say if their daddy is cussing me and abusing me openly. I need to think about it give me a couple days and then we will talk with them is that agreeable."

"Whatever you want bitch." Jason laughs as he playfully slaps his wife's butt. The husband did wonder if there really was a label for what he and his wife were doing. The various genres of pornographic movies ran through his mind like a high-speed Google search as he could see bits and pieces of what they had done in several types of movies.

The next few days saw a small break in the sexual adventures as Michelle contemplates her next move, and Jason works overtime to cover absences at his job. The oldest child, nineteen-year-old Ryan, gave his parents a wide berth. The young man had overheard some of his sister and mom's conversation, so he is somewhat clued in on what was going on but at the same time was not sure how to process it all. The idea of his mom being anything other than virtuous almost too much for the teen to fathom.

The day he saw his mom barely covered at the dining table with Ms. Long has burned into his mind. The older teen finds himself shamefully stroking his cock to the image nightly. Ryan wants to believe it was just the image of Kayla barely dressed that fuels him, but he knows he is lying. The budding lustful feelings did not exclusively focus on the neighbor but also on his own mom. The oldest child struggles with this forbidden lust as it mixed created quite the emotional cocktail. The motions are difficult to process, especially when they combine with the anger he has developed for his father. Ryan feels this has to be his dad's fault; he has to be making his mom do these naughty things.

The younger child Gwen is a total opposite as she carries on as if nothing was wrong. The young lady thinks the idea of what is going on is insane, but at the same time, she finds it incredibly hot. Since that morning, she has been looking for more and more reasons to hang out with her dad when he was home from work. Gwen, like her brother, finds herself struggling with lustful feelings she does not fully comprehend. Gwen has always thought her dad is hot and knew many of her friends thought the same, but now she finds herself looking at him in a far more sexualized manner.

Jason rubs his eyes as he leans on his desk, he is on his seventh day in a row. The sexual attention coupling with his work has the thirty-nine-year-old systems manager nearly to the point of exhaustion. "Shit, I need some coffee." He laughs as he watches the letter X shoot across the screen, having dozed off holding the button down.

"Hey, Jason!"

"Oh, hey Marc," Jason replies as he passes his co-worker in the break area while making a beeline for the coffee pot.

"We haven't really talked much since the party."

"We chatted a bit after I remember because you told me about Shelly's husband being her bitch."

"I know I was just hoping to talk a little more about it."

"I was going to talk to you about it some more, but honestly, I haven't seen you," Jason says as he feels a little bad for not touching base more with his friend.

"It's cool I have been off work for a bit. The sales team took a trust-building retreat, one of them cabin in the woods meditating things." Marc laughs a bit as he explains. "Anyway though you and the wife did have fun, right?" Marc knows he is asking a question he has asked before but craves reassurance about the party.

"Yeah, man, I told you we did. We just didn't stay super long, a little overwhelming for us newbies and all." Jason sips from his cup as he feels the hot liquid warm him and wake him. He can feel a familiar twitch in his khaki's as he thinks back to the party, and the time he spent with the libidinous woman Shelly.

"I know I know I just felt like maybe since you did not come to another one yet that maybe you just blew me off the first time I asked is all."

"I am sincere with you when I say we had fun. Shelly and Johnny were pretty chill and all that. I just am not sure it was really Michelle's scene." Jason says as even he thinks about Shelly. Despite being a one-time hookup, the vivid memory of being with another woman for the first time in front of his wife is permanently etched into the married man's mind.

Marc glances around the room to ensure privacy as he leans in close to Jason. "So has he sucked your dick yet?"

Jason nearly does a spit take with his coffee as he quickly places the cup on the counter. "What the fuck is with you and this subject? No, he hasn't I haven't seen them since that night."

"Just asking, they swing that way, and well, he has skills. Then with Shelly telling me she's been at your house, I assumed maybe Johnny was also..." Marc stops his thought as he looks at his friend.

The look on Jason's face contorts to pure confusion at his co-worker's words. "At my house?"

"You didn't know?"

"No."

"I talked to them about an upcoming party, and how I hoped to get y'all there again. Shelly just mentioned visiting your house. I assumed it was more swapping." Marc says as the gears in his brain keep turning. "Oh, shit, is she with Michelle?" Marc says as the pitch of his voice rises in excitement.

Jason is unsure about what is going on decides the company will be okay without him for the day and decides to return home early on this Thursday afternoon. Jason's body fills with a mix of emotions as he brings his truck to a stop in front of his house. The distraught husband stares into his driveway, he observes two cars, but only recognizes the one belonging to his wife. Angst and confusion fill the husband's mind as he wonders what his wife is up to with the bleached-blonde swinger they met at the party. The idea of them engaged in some sort of torrid lesbian action has the husband's pants at nearly a full tent. However, the idea that Michelle is active in a threesome with the swinger couple causes a mixture of lust and jealous feelings to develop, as he parks his truck. The memory that Michelle has been with another man back at the start a nearly forgotten distant memory.

The emotional husband walks towards the door, his hands slightly shaking as he nervously reaches for the knob when another thought hits him hard. The words of Marc now slipping in as he thought about what he said about Johnny sucking his cock, Jason's cock twitches hard as he thinks about it.

"What the hell, no, don't think of that." He says aloud to himself. Jason shakes his head back and forth in disbelief at the timing of such a thought. "Focus..." Jason says to himself as he stands there, still grasping the brass knob. Jason's thoughts a discombobulated mess as he tries to center himself on what may be going on inside with his wife and the swinger couple.

As Jason quietly enters the house, he is confused that he does not hear the sounds of sex but rather the sound of laughter as he approaches his kitchen. The now perplexed husband peeks into the room to see his wife sitting with the busty bleached blonde Shelly as they are passing different collars back and forth. The other woman looks as if she is dressed for sex, her top more of a corset than a shirt her immense basketball like breasts nearly popping out the top. A small heart-shaped tattoo on the left one prominently on display as she shows Michelle how to fasten a collar.

"Uh, hey, I got off early," Jason says as he loudly clears his throat.

"Oh, hey babe, you remember Shelly."

"Yeah, considering the circumstances in which we met, she is kind of hard to forget." Jason nervously laughs as he can feel a throbbing inside his work pants.

Michelle brightly smiles as she gazes at her husband. "Well, I remembered what she and her hubby said. They switch the dom and sub roles, but they also do live by their rules 24/7." Michelle enthusiastically spoke as she moves her hands around wildly to her words.

"Only when one is wearing a collar." Shelly grins as she quickly made a slight correction to what Michelle is trying to explain with such enthusiasm.

"A collar?" Jason confusedly asks as he reaches out to accept a collar Shelly is holding out to him.

"Yes, a collar. Your submissive wears it to show that they are owned, or in our case, we use it to show which one of us is the sub. Your lovely wifey here can be the only one to wear it, you don't have to switch like Johnny and me, and you two can make up your own rules for it. Still, Michelle asked me for details, so I've been trying to stop by and explain when I can."

A feeling of relief fills Jason as he is happy his wife is not going behind his back because that was something she wanted him to do, not vice versa. Still, he does feel a tad disappointed because he had built up a small fantasy of him catching the female duo engaged in some form of debauchery. "Well, is this what we are going to move into?"

"I don't know I just wanted some details. I have been texting Shelly for a while now. However, she wanted to start actually meeting to talk in person."

"There isn't a problem with that is there?" Shelly asks as she can detect something is off with Jason.

"Oh no, it's cool with me."

"Oh good, I have so few actual friends into my lifestyle. I thought y'all seemed very open, and after talking with Michelle, I knew aren't judgey obviously. I was hoping that even if we didn't party together again, we could at least hang out."

Michelle smiles from ear to ear as she loves hearing Shelly feels the same way about her as she does about her. Michelle, the sexually torn housewife, always has a great sense of calm when she talks to Shelly. The housewife knows that her plethora of sexual thoughts will not shock the experienced swinger.

"Well, you two sweeties, I have to run," Shelly says as she hands a black leather collar to the salacious housewife as she gathers her things. "The choice is yours; just make up your own rules, be comfortable and sure about your choices, and have fun. This type of life is about trust more than it is about control." Shelly says as she gives the couple a playful wink.
As night falls, Jason and Michelle eat dinner alone, both their kids at work for the evening. The married couple finishes placing the dirty dishes in the sink, as Jason leans over and kisses Michelle. "I am going to go see Kayla tonight."

"I thought you might. It has been a few days I bet she misses you."

"Are you still good with this?" Jason asks as he tilts his head to one side, lovingly gazing at his wife.

"Well yeah, of course, I am sweetie," Michelle states as if she is shocked that Jason would even ask. "I love this setup. I do have a question though, just something that I have been focusing in on a lot more after chatting with Shelly."

"Okay, what is it?" Jason responds as he slides his feet into his shoes.

"Well, what about me with other men? I mean, I was with Johnny that one time at the party." Michelle says as she nervously bites at her bottom lip.

"I am not into the cuck scene." Jason quickly says as he wonders what exactly his wife is asking about them doing.

"No...No...No...not that I know you aren't some beta male. However, you know me pleasing other men maybe ones you pick out or ones who can use and abuse me with you. Shelly told me how, when her husband is in charge, he sometimes likes to see her with other men. I thought maybe you'd be open to it as well. I did hook up with her hubby way back at the start of everything."

Jason cannot help but feel guilty as he is on his way to have sex with another woman, how can he tell her no given the circumstances. The husband had already forgotten again that she and Johnny had sex that night. "Shit now who is not focusing enough on their partner." Jason thinks to himself. He looks at Michelle, her pale blue eyes seemingly sparkling as she fidgets with her nails as broaching the subject with Jason has the wife's nerves on fire. "Can I think more about it?" Jason carefully asks as he steps closer to the door.

The loving wife cannot help but feel disappointed at Jason's non-answer. Still, she understands it was after all the position of control she wanted him to have. "Yes, more time is fine, just think about it," Michelle says as she closes the door behind her husband. "Maybe he doesn't think other men would want me." She says as she pouts.

Michelle opts not to dwell on the question that her husband left hanging. She instead follows her regular routine when Jason went to visit his other woman as she completes washing the dishes and goes to her bedroom. The married mom of two feeling more brazen than ever, and coupled with the belief she is going to be home alone for the evening, does not bother to close the door to her bedroom. The wife and mother of two stands before her full-length mirror in the corner of the couple's master bedroom. Michelle looks over her body, trying to pick out her areas that need improvement.

Michelle picks up a small remote and clicks on the radio to break the silence of the empty house. She focuses on her face then allows her eyes to trace down her body. The red marks from her and Jason's last encounter now fading to almost light pink. The auburn-haired beauty smiles as she takes note of her definition improvement to her curves from her new workout routine. She slowly removes her blouse and drops her pants to the floor. "I am going to need new clothes soon." She giggles as the pants fall right off once her belt unfastened.

The mother of two now clad in only her bra and panties turns side to side as she sways to the classic rock music filling the air. The mom lost in her own world as she never hears the arrival of one of her children home. As she turns to face the mirror, she suddenly realizes that there is a face in the mirror spying on her. Ryan is home earlier than expected. The older teenage son peering in upon his mom from around the corner of the doorframe.

A shiver runs throughout the mother's body as she knows the motherly thing to do is to admonish her son's deviant behavior. Still, the naughtiness of it all has her devilish mind in overdrive. Michelle wonders if his own mom turns him on, she wonders if his cock is throbbing for her as she reaches back to unhook her black lace bra. The embolden mother lets her massive natural breasts free as she bends over thrusting her large firm behind out so she can slide her panties off. "I need to stop!" She screams out in her own head as she can feel the wetness intensifying between her legs.

Ryan struggles to be quiet as his cock throbs in his shorts, he cusses himself under his breath as he cannot help but feel shame as he lustfully gazes at his mother. The nineteen-year-old's ever-growing lustful feelings for his own mom spiraling out of control as he unzips his jeans to pull his cock out. The teenager grips it tightly as he starts stroking it hard while thinking about his mom. "Mommy..." He softly groans. The feelings of lust combining with the shame fueling his incestuous fantasy jerk off session.

Michelle's body rages as whorish feelings begin to fill her mind and body. "My own son what the fuck, I am so dirty." She says to herself as she shakes her butt then playfully jiggles her breasts to the music, making sure she puts on a good show for her teenage son. "I wish I could see his dick. I wonder if it is as big as his daddy's." She continues to talk to herself internally as she slides a finger down to her soaking wet slit. Her long finger pushes in with little resistance as her wetness has her ready to go. The mother of two closes her eyes as she stands before the mirror her fingers deep inside her, pushing her ever closer to the climax she desperately needs. The wanton mother slides two fingers deep inside as she lets her thumb massage her swollen clit.

Ryan alternates, closing his eyes to fantasize about taking his mother with gazing at her as she puts on a show for him. The young man's grip is tight as he squeezes his thick cock while stroking it. His motions slow, deliberate, and almost painful as his grip intensifies with the more his shame and lust grow. The teen struggles not only with keeping quiet but also with resisting the urge to enter the room and make the fantasy into a reality.

Michelle finally reaches the climax she needs as she moans her son's name softly under her breath. The satisfied mother reaches over to open her underwear drawer, leaning way over to search the drawer. The lascivious mother makes sure her butt is jutted out, and her legs spread, offering her son a good view of his mommy's pussy. "I wish he'd just walk in here and take me; I'd resist a little just making him work for it." Michelle thinks to herself as she slides on a tiny pink thong.

Ryan seeing his mom dressing decides to make a retreat to avoid detection. The peeping tom teenager quietly closes his bedroom door as he sighs loudly, grateful that his mother did not catch him. "What the hell was I thinking?"

"Hey, big bro, what'cha doing?"

Ryan jumps at the voice, questioning him as he turns to face his sister sitting on his bed. "Gwen, where the fuck did you come from?"

"I was in here when you walked in, I think you didn't notice cause you were too into our mom," Gwen says with a playful twitch of her eyebrows.

"I what...Oh...Uh...No...I don't know what you're talking about." Ryan manages to stammer out, as he still does not have all the blood returned to his brain.

"So that wasn't you jerking off in the hallway, watching our momma change her clothes?" Gwen asks as she sits up on her knees on the bed. "It's cool big bro I'm not going to tell on you. I've always thought you were such a straight arrow, but now I see you get hard for your own mommy." The eighteen-year-old sister giggles as she points the visible trouser tent of her brother.

"Shut-up Gwen that's embarrassing, you shouldn't talk like that." Ryan protests as he tries to turn away from his little sister.

"Oh please, you're like mom, so vanilla."

"What?"

"Vanilla, plain boring...But then again, if you're like momma, maybe you also have a more flavor-filled side you haven't embraced." Gwen goads her brother, knowing their mother and his image of her being his Achilles.

Ryan's head wildly spins, as he does not fully understand what his sister is prattling on about to him. The confusion mixes with a twinge of anger at the situation the older brother finds himself in. "Can you please leave my room?" Ryan pleads as his eyes wander over his sister's barely covered body.

"There it is...The more flavor I was talking about." Gwen smiles as she can feel her brother's eyes wandering across her barely covered flesh. The teenager had not changed her clothes following her after school cheer practice. The lewd teen currently clad only in a pair of skimpy shorts and a sports bra that could barely contain the large natural breasts she inherited from her mother. "Do you want me to be momma for you?"

"Shut the fuck up, Gwen," Ryan growls. "Don't talk that way about mom." The older of the two siblings protests the way his younger sister sexualizes their mother.

"Aww. Protecting mommy, are we? You do know she's a slut, right? She's a dirty filthy slut who sends our dad out to fuck other women, and when he comes home, mommy cleans his dick off. That is why daddy fucks Kayla; it makes mommy hot. It's how mommy broke out of her vanilla boring sex life."

"What?" Ryan says as he swallows hard. The older brother had heard some of his mother's sexual confessions some time ago but was not positive if it was all real or if he listened to the whole story. "Please, Gwen, stop." The lustful feeling for his mom, coupled with the humiliation of being caught in such a state, has the teen's emotions out of control as he angrily leers at his sister.

"Yeah, she and I talked about it; I think you overheard some, so don't play dumb. However, yeah, your precious mommy likes to be bad; what do you think that was the other morning with the three of them having breakfast."

"I...I don't know." Ryan stammers as he tries to make sense of everything in his muddled, sexually fueled brain.

"Daddy is doing it all for your precious momma. He is fucking the neighbor because our mom is a dirty slut who likes that." Gwen licks her lips and twitches her eyebrows as she looks at the bulge of her older brother.

"No...no...If anyone is to blame it's dad, he is making mom do it. He is cheating on our mom." Ryan desperately tries to defend his mom to his sister. "You said it yourself; she's vanilla. She's boring."

"I know what I said, and she was, and I think maybe you are. However, she's become a little whore. I'm sorry bro, she is a dirty little cunt. She may even be a big enough whore to take care of her son's big hard dick." Gwen continues to lick her lips as she can tell her words are resonating with her older brother. As his large hands fall away from his crotch, no longer trying to hide his bulging cock.

"Don't say that..." Ryan pleads, as the idea of his parent's sexual deviance being their mom's fault does not register as possible with the older sibling.

"What mommy's a cunt," Gwen says as she interrupts her older brother.

The large masculine hand of Ryan lands an openhanded slap right across his sister's face causing her body to crash onto the bed. "I told you not to say it." He growls as he climbs on the bed. "You keep calling momma a whore when you're in here on my bed, barely dressed." Ryan grabs his sister and pulls her head to the crotch of his pants. "I think you're a whore."

The slap across her face ignites a rush of sexual energy coursing through the younger sister's body. She feels shocked as she finds her face forcefully placed in front of the bulge of her older brother. She grabs at his waistband and jerks his still unfastened pants down to see his massive piece of teenage fuck meat pointed right into her face like a pre-cum dripping missile. Gwen's cheek painfully stings as she opens her pink glossed lips and wraps them around her brother's swollen shaft. The little sister grips the pole at the base, she strokes it as her lips slide up and down her brother's big cock. The thickness of her brother's shaft barely allowing her to fully grip it or wrap her lips around it to form a tight seal. The young cocksucker drools all over the invading cock as she gives her brother a sloppy wet blowjob.

Ryan thrusts his hips forward as he looks down at his little sister taking his cock in her mouth. An array of emotions rip uncontrollably through the older brother's body. Lust, anger, humiliation, and embarrassment, just to name a few. "See you're the fucking the whore." He groans as he pushes more of his cock into his sister's mouth. The older brother's thoughts clouded in a white-hot haze of lust the likes of which the nineteen-year-old has never encountered with anyone before.

Gwen's red lips staining her brother's flesh a light pink as she hungrily devours his cock. The little sister reveling in her position, pleasing her brother as she holds his hard meat in her mouth while humming gently. The thought of knowing she drove him to this, making the young woman beyond pleased with herself. Gwen allows the large piece of meat to fall from her mouth as the saliva trail stretches from her lips to her brother's cock head. "Want me to make you cum, or are you still thinking of mommy?" She questions as she rapidly strokes her brother's shaft.

"Stop talking about momma!" Ryan exclaims as he slaps his sister again. The older teen instantly feels remorse for his actions but, at the same time, feels compelled to rip his sister's shorts from her body.

"That's it take me, rape me." Gwen purrs as she feels her brother jerking her long tan legs open to gain access to her soaking wet slit.

Ryan pauses momentarily as the words of his sister saturates the older brother with feelings of shame. The nineteen-year-old has never felt this way before today and wonders if he can really put his cock into his own sister, could he force her to take it or as she phrased it rape her. The moment of internal reflection felt as if it lasted for minutes, but it only took a few seconds before he pushes his big cock head into his sister's wet pussy. "Oh...fuck." He moans out as he skewers his little sister.

Gwen's pearly white teeth bite down hard on her full plump lips, feeling almost as if she could chomp straight through it as she is violently filled with brother's raging cock meat. The little sister trying to muffle her cries to avoid alerting their mother, using all her will power not to scream out as her brother pounds his cock deep into her. "God damn, Ryan..." She moans out as the sound of his flesh smacking against her fills the room.

"You wanted this whore," Ryan growls as he reaches down and wraps his hand around his sister's throat. The older brother completely lost in the moment now as he uses his sister's body to pleasure himself.

The little sister's body shakes violently almost as if she is having a seizure as her brother's choking sends her over the edge. Her cock-filled pussy gushes fluids soaking the bed and her brother as his unrelenting pace sends the little sister over the threshold. "Please cum in me..." She barely manages to moan out a few words as her head spins.

"Fuck..." Ryan groans as his balls tighten, slamming his cock fully inside his sister's violated slit. The swollen cock head erupts, dumping a hot thick load of incestuous cum deep inside his little sister's wanton pussy.

"Oh god, oh fuck...oh...oh..." Gwen moans as she feels the hot viscous liquid filling her. Gwen stares up at her brother, whose cock is still lodged deep inside her. The little sister smiles as she can see that Ryan has his eyes clenched shut tightly. "You can look, big brother, no denying what you did to me." Gwen giggles.

Ryan slowly opens his eyelids; he can see the aftermath of what he has done. His little sister's cheek is bright red, and his handprint is more than evident around her throat. He stares down at her almost in disgust. A sickly feeling dominating the older teen as he glares at his younger sister. "I can't believe you made me do that." He coldly states as he pulls his still semi-hard cock from his sister.

Gwen's moment of feeling proud of what the siblings have done stops instantly as her brother's words fill her with anger. "Made you? What the fuck? You hit me, you forced me, you're a sick mother fucker is what you are." Gwen states as her tone is just short of yelling at her big brother.

"You fucking whore, you wanted it."

"I didn't say that I didn't want it, but don't lay it all on me. You wanted it too, whether you thought it was me or your eyes were shut dreaming it was mommy, you fucking fucked me."

Ryan's face burned as his sister's words rang true the nineteen-year-old wanted it all to be Gwen's fault, but it was not. The shame-filled older brother knows he could have left; he knows he lost control and did not need to do what was done. "I'm sorry."

"So, did you like cumming inside your little sister's pussy?" Gwen says with a smile as her tone shifts in complete reverse of her mood. "I liked it, Ryan, I liked my big strong brother holding me down and raping me. I don't care that you thought of your mommy as you did it."

"I don't want to talk about it, Gwen." Ryan states as the feelings of guilt and shame continue to overwhelm the young man.

"But we have to talk about it, see it's still leaking out of my little abused cunt," Gwen speaks in a twistedly kinky sweet little girl voice as she rubs her fingers across her pussy.

Ryan's chest heaves as he watches his sister scoop his semen from her pussy and place it in her mouth. His eyes lock on the red abused pussy as he looks at his seed flowing from it. "Can I taste it?" He asks as he lowers his head, almost like his mother does when she is submitting.

Gwen slides up slightly on the bed, resting her head near the headboard as she spreads her legs wide. She runs her slender fingers across the small tuft of hair above her cum filled pussy, before curling her finger in a come-hither motion. "If you want to taste it, Ryan, you need to from where you put it." She flashes an evil grin as she spreads her pussy lips open.

Ryan can feel a bead of sweat roll down his forehead as he leers at the cum leaking from his sister's slit. The older brother does not know what is compelling him to do such a thing, but he knows he wants to do it as he leans his face down and kisses the small tuft of hair. The mood in the room no longer one of violent sexual aggression, but now one of almost a gentle innocence. The older brother takes time kissing before moving down and running his tongue up and down his little sister's slit.

"Oh...Uh...Yes..." Gwen moans out as her big brother's tongue slides inside her. "That's it, Ryan eat your baby sister." She moans out as she wraps her legs around his head.

Jason White looks at the clock in the hall as he enters the family home after finishing a tryst with his mistress Kayla. He squints his dark eyes, trying to read the time, as he knows this most recent session lasted longer than he planned. The married man walks up the stairs assuming everyone in his family had long since retired for the evening. As he stands at the top of the steps, he can see a small ray of light shining from under his son's door. Jason momentarily wonders why his typically early bird son would be up so late but opts not to investigate as he steps into his bedroom.

Michelle, Jason's wife, is asleep a small banker's lamp, the only thing illuminating the room. The mother of two clad simply in a skimpy satin pink bra and panty combo accented with a fringe of black lace and a small blackout sleeping mask. Jason's already overworked cock twitches a little as he looks at his wife's body. Michelle fast asleep on top of the blanket's her body exposed to anyone who would walk into the bedroom. The married man's cock now growing as he reaches down to rub his crotch. He slides his pants down and strokes his semi-hard cock, attempting to bring it to full mast as he creepily stares at his sleeping wife.
Michelle, sound asleep, unaware of her husband's presence, does not move as the now fully nude Jason crawls onto the bed. He is inches away from her, as he is unsure how he wants to proceed as many thoughts run through his mind. Jason reaches down and caresses his wife's soft tan flesh as her body shivers in reaction. One hand stroking his cock as the other touches his sleeping wife, he slowly moves his hand up her body he grabs her throat roughly as she jars awake. Michelle frantically reaching for her sleeping mask as the voice of the man now choking her growls. "Don't fucking touch it." The command spoken with such gruff authority Michelle instantly complies.

Jason squeezes and releases his wife's throat, pushing her limit of oxygen deprivation more with each squeeze. The gruff husband strokes his hard, sticky cock faster. "What kind of fucking whore sleeps exposed so anyone, including her kids, can see her?" He asks as he releases her throat.

"I am sorry..." Michelle responds as her large natural breasts heave up and down.

Jason grips her throat again, squeezing it tightly the veins in the back of his large masculine hands raising up as his grip locks in. "I didn't ask if you were sorry. I asked, what kind of whore are you?" He again growls, almost making his voice indistinguishable to his wife.

Michelle's body quivers and shakes as the voice is familiar and unfamiliar all at the same time. The wife assumes it to be her husband. Still, the excitement of the slightly unknown has her body on edge nonetheless. "I'm a dirty whore." She states as the man releases her throat.

"Fucking whores," Jason growls as he pushes his wife's legs open. "I bet a dirty whore like you would want to be caught, wouldn't you?" Jason questions as he pulls the skimpy panties down, exposing his wife's hairless pussy. "Wouldn't you? Wouldn't you like to be caught being fucked?" Jason asks again as he slaps his wife's wet pussy.

The jolt of pain only making Michelle hotter as she thinks about the man's words. The idea of anyone let alone one of her kids walking in as she is being used and abused, making her crave sexual attention. "No, I don't want anyone to see me like this." She playfully responds as she tries to reach down to rub her pussy.

Jason roughly slaps her hand away. "No one said you could touch yourself." As he then hits the now soaked pussy of Michelle even harder.

"I need it." She cries out in a mix of desperation and pain as the urge to finger herself is more potent than it has even been.

Jason can detect the desperation in her voice. "What would your husband think seeing you trying to rub your pathetic whore pussy?" The married man does his best to keep up his roleplay as he questions his wife.

Michelle, almost certain it is her husband, still feels the slight unknown heightens the situation. "He'd be so mad. I am not allowed to be with other men."

"So, he owns you."

Michelle feels near orgasmic as the words resonate in her head. She never really thought of this as ownership, but now hearing Jason's words, she likes it. She loves what she hears as with a smile, she responds. "Yes, I am property he owns me."

Jason breathing hard as he has performed his part for as long as he can without taking his wife. The husband slides his cock deep inside his wife. "I am going to fuck his property." He grunts as he inserts himself all the way inside.

Michelle quivers as she orgasms from his insertion. The build-up to the moment has the libidinous woman nearly at climax. The swollen cock now invading her body sends the wanton wife crashing over the cliff. "Oh...Fuck..." She moans out as she can feel the man's body weight entirely on top of hers. The large cock practically bottoming out inside her. The fullness brings pleasure along with pain as the invading piece of meat starts to pull out before pushing back in. The motion slow and methodical as the man on top of her makes sure he grinds his body against hers, ensuring he has himself totally inside her.

"Pathetic...Sad little whore pussy." Jason grunts as he is now just trying to come up with any insults, no matter if they make sense or not. "Worthless cunt." He again growls as he lightly slaps his wife's face just hard enough to make her head turn. "Why would anyone want to own someone like you?" He groans as he can feel a gush of hot wetness cascade from his wife's pussy.

"I don't know...I cannot please my...husband..." Michelle moans out in between deep breaths and incoherent moans as she revels in the words of the man using her so roughly.

Jason pulls Michelle's legs over his shoulders, giving him a better angle to use her as he picks up his pace slightly. He is still grinding himself against her as he fully roots his cock inside her, but now he can feel her body jump and twitch under him. His mushroom like cock head contacts his wife's cervix, giving her the rush of painful pleasure she craves. The husband wants to play his part more but cannot find the words as he focuses on his pacing, trying not to cum too quickly. "Beg for my cum."

"Please...please give me your seed."

"I said, beg bitch!" Jason says more forcibly as he slaps his wife's cheek again.

"I need that cum, this worthless little whore needs it, please...please give me that cum," Michelle begs almost like a child throwing a tantrum for a new toy they need.

Jason pulls his soaking wet cock from his wife's slit and moves up the bed, he hovers over her as he jerks his cock. The married man can feel his shaft throb and pulsate as the rush of cum nears eruption, he strokes hard and fast with his left hand as he rips the sleeping mask off with his right. Michelle's eyes immediately stare up at her husband just in time to see the geyser of cum shoot from the swollen cock head coating her face.

Jason lays down next to his cum soaked wife taking a moment to catch his breath as he wipes his brow. Michelle lays there feeling a new level of gratification at receiving a facial from her husband. "That was so damn good." She finally moans out as she wears the cum like a badge of honor. "It was almost like you were a rapist." She gleefully says.

Jason feels dirty and excited at his wife's words; the married man still not sure what was going on in his marriage or his sex life. He knows he is supposed to be the master or the controlling one, but at times, Jason cannot help but feel like he is just along for the ride on this insane roller coaster. "Did that excite you to think a stranger was fucking you?"

Michelle lowers her cum-stained face as she meekly replies, "Yes, it did."

"Do you want to go back to the swing party?"

"Why?"

"Lots of men there who can fuck you, like Johnny did that first night." A confused Jason responds as he felt the answer was self-explanatory.

"I liked that, but I didn't at the same time, maybe it was because it was still new at the time. I don't know if strangers are really what I need or want. I think a couple's swap would be more up my alley." Michelle slowly speaks as she takes the time to choose her words carefully.

Jason nods at his wife's words as he wraps his arm around her and drifts off to sleep. The husband, unsure of where his relationship with his wife is heading, however, at the same time enjoying the strange and kinky ride.

The next morning at the dining room table, the foursome, sit in near silence as they each hungrily munch on their preferred breakfast. Jason nonchalantly sips at his coffee as he thumbs through the news on his tablet. The events of the night before no longer something that stuck with the married man as they did at the start of the changes in his marriage. Michelle, still wearing the marks of her wild encounter with Jason, tries to act as if the abuse marks on her flesh are commonplace. The mother of two cannot help but feel slightly embarrassed/humiliated. Michelle can feel her son's eyes on her almost as if he is judging her, as she drinks her orange juice while waiting for her oatmeal to cool off. Ryan sips his water as he picks at his protein bar, the oldest son feeling riddled with guilt over what he did to his sister. Ryan also still is combating feelings of anger at his father, whom he still blames for his mother's behavior. Gwen happily eats her bagel, much like her father; she feels nothing negative about what transpired with her brother. The buxom teen is just thankful no significant marks were left on her flesh. The emerald-eyed teen, unlike her brother, finds her mom and dad's new relationship to be fun and exciting.

"Do either of you two have plans today?" Jason asks as he places his tablet onto the table.

"Uh...No dad, I don't have a class today, and the weather called off practice."

"How is baseball going?"

"Oh, pretty good mom, the coach is impressed at my mechanics. He says I got a good shot of making the starting line up as a freshman," Ryan says as he does not look up from his juices glass. The young man's voice and demeanor making it appear as though he is sharing bad news.

"Gwen?"

"Oh, what daddy? Sorry I was kinda zoned out." The younger sibling says with a smile as her thoughts broken from what happened less than twenty-four hours ago.

"Any plans? I thought the high school was out for in-service or some crap like that." Jason says as he looks at his daughter. The "zoned out" look very similar to the ones he had seen on his wife's face many times before their talk, and the change in their marriage started. The father cannot help but wonder if his daughter was having similarly wild thoughts.

"I think me and momma are going to go shopping, right?" Gwen says as she nods towards her mother.

"Yeah, we are. I need some new outfits, and of course, the fashion diva over there always wants new clothes." Michelle laughs as she motions towards her daughter.

Gwen excuses herself from the table and quickly retreats to her upstairs bedroom to dress for the day out with her mother. Ryan, the oldest huffs before standing to leave the table. The son grumbling something barely coherent before walking to the steps to go to his bedroom in the basement.

"What is wrong with your son?"

"Why does he have to be my son when he's a grump?"

"Do you think when he acts like that, I want to claim him? Besides Chelle you've always been his favorite. So do you know what's eating king mood swing?"

"I think he's putting two and two together about our new life. The scene with Kayla the other day was kind of a dead giveaway; something has changed."

"Yeah, I don't think the changes are adding up for him."

"Well, he's always, well how do I say this?"

Jason chuckles as he shakes his head. "Put his mother on a pedestal."

"I wouldn't use those exact words, but yeah, something to that effect." Michelle sighs as she looks towards the basement door. The mother of two cannot help but worry that she is causing her oldest stress. The auburn-haired pale blue-eyed mother knows her husband is correct; their oldest child often did look at her differently than he did his father. The son had looked at his mother as being some virtuous person, a view that Michelle never fully understood why.

"You looked worried."

"Well, I don't want Ryan to be hurt."

"Want to stop everything?"

"Oh no, this is the first time in my life I feel sexually free. He is an adult, and he needs to learn I have flaws, and I apparently like things that are out of the norm."

"I was just checking."

"Thanks, I am glad you ask, but Jason, if I wanted to stop, I'd tell you. I love what we are doing; I love who I am."

Jason chuckles a bit internally as he too has started enjoying the new lifestyle. Still, he wanted to hear his wife say she also did. The long time husband feels a pang of scarce guilt as he set his wife up for her admission, as he knows that if somehow this all falls apart, he would be able to tell her it was her idea. "On that note, I did want to talk to you about something you mentioned before."

"The idea about me with others?" Michelle's pulse quickens as she feels her hands become clammy.

Jason sighs heavily as he nods in the affirmative. "Yeah, that."

"Ok, what about it."

"I think maybe I could be okay with you with someone else. I am not taking the cuck role though, I also maintain say over when it is allowed."

"Nor would I want you to take that role." Michelle's heart rate increases as she agrees with her husband.

"You are my property, and don't forget that."

Michelle's bald slit moistens at the words of her husband. "Yes, sir, I know."

"No, I want you to say it."

"I am your property." Michelle feels euphoric as the words leave her mouth. The thirty-seven-year-old woman's head spins as she feels overwhelming delight by what her husband has said.

"Okay, so today, why not try it out."

"What?" Michelle asks as her eyes widen.

"Just flirt a little, find a guy flirt see how it feels." Jason nods his head as he speaks, trying to maintain a calm voice and demeanor. He can tell from his wife's changing expression that she is slightly uncomfortable with the idea.

"But what about Gwen?"

"What about her? She can find her own guy."

"Jason what the hell, she will be there with me," Michelle states as she cannot help but feel slight unrest about flirting with other men in front of their eighteen-year-old daughter.

"You said she knows in a roundabout way what is going on, and she too is an adult. You talked about wanting to make this very open like Shelly and Johnny, so why not a light beta test." Jason calmly states as he runs through the facts of the situation, almost as if he is reviewing bullet points for a business meeting.

"Really, your computer terms?" Michelle wrinkles her nose at her husband, feeling slightly annoyed at his use of terms she did not fully comprehend.

Michelle and Gwen decide to head to the closest mall for a day of shopping and girl time. The mother-daughter duo chitchat about things of little importance to pass the time on the short drive. Gwen rolls her eyes more than a few times at her mother's selection of music.

"Really, mom?"

"What?"

"This music is just bad."

"Well, I like hair metal."

"Cherry-pie?" Gwen laughs as she reads the name of the radio display. "This sounds like a stripper song."

Michelle giggles at her daughter's comment. "I think it is actually."

"Now coming to the stage...Cherry Delight." Gwen laughs as she tries her best to imitate the radio disc jockey.

"That going to be your name? Is that your college plans?" Michelle playfully slaps at her daughter's arms as she pulls into a parking space.

"Maybe I mean I got the butt and boobs for it."

"Oh my god, daddy, would lose his mind!" Michelle exclaims in an over the top manner.

"Yeah, he might have to find a new club to go to, or maybe just see his daughter working the pole," Gwen says as she sticks out her tongue and rubs it across her pink glossed lips. A small shiver running up her spine as she thinks about her daddy seeing her on the stripper pole.

Michelle just shakes her head as she exits the car. The mother and daughter walk through the mall window-shopping for a bit before going in and out of a few stores. Michelle lets Gwen pick out a few new outfits, some more skimpy than others.

"Aren't you getting anything, mom?" Gwen asks as she hands the cashier her mother's debit card.

"I dunno everything here is for younger girls."

"Oh, you can rock anything here momma," Michelle says as she eyes her mother up and down.

Michelle is overtaken with feelings of flattery and embarrassment by her daughter as she feels the young girl's green eyes roaming over her. "Well, maybe I'll try some stuff on."

Gwen smiles and claps as she takes the bag from the cashier. "Come on, let us go over here." The young daughter says as she points to a nearby clothing section.

Gwen carefully selects multiple items from various racks taking a moment to hold each up in front of her mom as she tries to size her up. "I think these will work, your boobs might be a little tight in them, but that will just make them pop more."

Michelle grasps the plethora of items and walks to the nearby dressing areas. "I think I'll try them on."

"Good," Gwen says as she grabs her mother's arm and pulls her into a larger dressing room with a handicap sign on the door.

"Gwen, I am very capable of doing this alone," Michelle says as she wrinkles her brow at her daughter feeling slightly upset with her actions.

"I know, but I want to see," Gwen says as she playfully bites at her bottom lip.

"No, get out, young lady."

"No mother! I said to try on the clothes." Gwen forcefully replies.

Michelle can feel her body tingle as her daughter's forceful tone shocks and excites her. "Yes, okay, Gwen."

The two women stand face to face in the slightly larger dressing room. The mother and daughter almost at equal height their bodies just a few inches apart as the young woman sorts through the stack of clothes picking an item for her mother. Michelle feels her body temperature rise as her body nearly touches against her daughter. The imagery of the taboo thoughts she had some time ago instantly flooding back into her mind. The forbidden lust of incest making the older woman's legs tremble and pussy pulsate.

"I think these will all look good on you and fit in with you and daddy's new lifestyle."

"What all do you know?" Michelle asks with shame in her voice as she looks down, avoiding eye contact with her daughter.

"Well, he owns you."

"Gwen..." Michelle feels compelled to explain things as the realization that her daughter has done more than just figure out bits and pieces based on their previous talk. She knows the morning with Kayla at the house also put together many puzzle pieces. Michelle feels light-headed as she can feel her heart thundering, the shock of her daughter knowing virtually everything rocking the mom's world.

"Shut up and try on the clothes." Gwen coldly cuts off her mother as she gives her an icy stare. "I overheard it all. I am not Ryan, you aren't some pure as the driven snow woman to me. I have no issues with what you and daddy do, and I am not some little close-minded teenager who is going to say it's gross."

Michelle feels somewhat relieved at her daughter's monologue, but at the same time, another combination of emotions hits the mother. She laughs slightly as she thinks back to how she likely would have reacted should her parents been behaving like her and her husband. As a teen, Michelle would have run for the door plugging her ears. Now here she is talking with her daughter, listening to Gwen's thoughts on how hot it all is.

Michelle smiles at Gwen, pleased that her daughter has such an open mind. The flip side to that, however, is she also feels guilty that she is not a more influential role model for her young daughter. Michelle's raising gave her many experiences with strong women all around her. If her own mother knew what she was doing now, she would likely be disowned. "I am sorry I am not like grandma and a stronger female role model for you."

"Oh please, grandma's a bitch; you need to be you not your best impersonation of her."

Michelle strips down to her bra and panties in the small cubicle as she takes the first outfit off the hanger. The tiny skirt and blouse combination selected by her daughter something a short time earlier she would never even entertain wearing. "Well, what do you think?" Michelle asks her daughter, who is now sitting on the small bench in the room, eyeing her mother over.

"Looks cute, covers just enough, and it's kinda slutty, so yeah, I think daddy will approve."

"Do you think I am slutty?" Michelle looks down as she asks her daughter a question she never thought she would.

"I think you are more kinky than slutty, but I don't know what all you two have done just that you are exploring some rather unconventional things. I'd definitely call you a slut if you start doing the other guys like you and daddy talked about."
Michelle nods to her daughter's words, as she partly is happy her daughter did not call her a slut and somewhat disappointed by it at the same time. "Well, we went to a swing party. I was with this guy Johnny, and daddy fucked his wife, Shelly."

Gwen's eyebrows raise slightly at the news of the swing party. "Wow, I thought daddy was just beating you and fucking Ms. Long."

Michelle bites her lip as the urge to correct her daughter's language hit her hard, but given the circumstances, the eighteen-year-old dropping an F-bomb did not seem that bad. "As far as me doing things with others, that is really about it."

"I heard he kinda gave the green light to you with others, but do you think daddy wants you with others?"

"That's what we are working out. I think daddy is paying me back for ignoring or rejecting his wants and needs for so long. I don't think it's really on purpose, but he's doing it without thinking."

"So you are just going to be the pathetic housewife who knowingly lets her husband blow his load in other women."

The words of her daughter setting the mother on fire inside as she can feel her pussy moisten as her pulse quickens. "I think it's hot in this little room," Michelle says as she fans herself while removing the last outfit from the pile of clothes her daughter picked out. "Well I think I am just going to buy them all, you did a good job picking stuff out," Michelle says as she gathers up the clothing. The shaken mother attempting to end the dressing room fashion show, and the conversation in general.

"That night with Ms. Long, did you and she do anything?" Gwen tilts her head to the side and curls the corner of her mouth slightly into a devilish grin.

"What?"

"You heard me didn't you?" Gwen forcibly questions her mother.

The married mom of two stares at the floor. Michelle thinks back to the feeling of humiliation she experienced that night Jason pushed her face into Kayla's cum filled pussy. That moment the only thing she and Jason had done that she ever felt reservations about was going down on the other woman. "Yes, daddy made me. He came inside Kayla, and he pushed face down into her. They both demanded I do it." Michelle retells the story of that night and that experience, as she stands clad only in her white lace bra and panties.

Gwen smiles at her mother's confession. The eighteen-year-old leans forward on the bench towards her mother standing before her. The teen's long blonde hair falling forward, framing her face as she is inches away from her own mother's panty covered crotch. The teen reaches out and cups her mother's ass cheeks, which her panties do a poor job of hiding.

Michelle's body shivers as she can feel her daughter's hands caressing the soft flesh of her butt. "Oh, Gwen." She softly moans.

Gwen, not a stranger to bi-sexuality as most of the seniors on her cheer squad experimented with it often, feels a rush of sexual energy. The naughty daughter places her lips against her own mother's barely concealed pussy. The teen kisses and licks the silk-like material covering her mother's moist slit before sliding the material to the side to taste her exposed flesh.

Michelle instantly begins to orgasm at her daughter's touch. "Oh please, please don't stop..." The mother begs her daughter as she grabs onto a nearby handicap rail for support.

As the mother of two's breathing starts to regulate, and her shaking slows, the teen raises her head up. A minuscule amount of her mother's juices drip from her chin. "Now that was something slutty. You let your own little girl make you cum."

Michelle barely can hear her daughter's words over her thunderous heartbeat. "I'm so sorry."

Gwen shakes her head at her mother's apology. "Give me your panties slut."

"What?" Michelle questions as she looks down at her daughter sitting on the little bench before her in the dressing room, the teen's face slightly wet. "Why should I give them to you?" Michelle questions as her daughter's words almost instantly snap the mother back to reality.

"Slut, give me the god damned panties," Gwen says as she slightly raises her voice just to show authority but not loud enough to be heard over the store's music.

Michelle sighs deeply as with trembling hands, she grips the waistband and slides them to the floor before stepping out of them. The emotional mother retrieves them from the floor and hands them to her daughter. "Here, Gwen."

Gwen holds them up before her sniffing the thin piece of white material. "Oh my, you came so hard for me." Gwen purrs as she drops the panties to the floor.

Michelle, again is back to a state of barely being able to breathe. The mother's heart races, her head spins as goosebumps cover nearly every inch of her body. The internal voices, which had been silent for so long, scream out in her head once more. "Tell her to give you the panties back, she's your daughter you need to take control." The more angelic of the inner thoughts logically states.

"You are a slut you let her make you cum, look at you. You're such a pathetic bitch standing half-naked in front of your own daughter horny as a whore." The other more devil-like voice says almost as if her own conscience is mocking her.

Michelle swallows hard as she forces herself to take a few deep breaths to try to silence her inner turmoil before looking at Gwen. "Can I have them back?"

Gwen smiles as she stands from the little bench, the devilish teenager slides her short plaid skirt up to reveal she too is not wearing any panties before sitting back down on the cold piece of wood. "Get on your knees."

"What no Gwen this is too far. I am your mother!" Michelle responds, trying to raise her voice to show some sort of authority and retake control of the rapidly spiraling situation.

"So me licking you is okay, but you getting on your fucking knees is somehow going too far? I said, get on your knees." Gwen again issues her command, the teenager's tone seems more forceful despite not raising her voice like her mother.

For a brief moment, the mother contemplates crying out for help, but the music blaring over the store speakers would likely drown her out. In a short few seconds, the nervous mother stares at her daughter before the realization that this type of treatment is what she yearns to receive. Michelle lowers herself to the floor and inches towards her daughter's curling finger. The moment seems almost like an out of body experience for the mother of two. She can see herself crawling towards her daughter's shaved pussy, and she knows she needs to stop, but teh depraved mother also knows she cannot stop. The humiliated woman kisses the lips of her daughter's wet slit as she lets her tongue part her lips. Gwen moans softly as she reaches down and grasps her mother's hair. The dominating daughter uses a handful of hair to ensure her mother cannot retreat from her. Michelle winces slightly at the hair tugging as she continues running her tongue up and down her daughter's bald wet slit.

"Mmm...Good mommy." Gwen purrs as she thrusts her hips towards her mother's face. "You like being a mommy whore, don't you?"

Michelle tries to nod yes as she is salivating more and more attempting to please her youngest child. The eighteen-year-old's pussy tasting so much different from Kayla's cream pie pussy. The mother feels an array of emotions from embarrassment, shame, and just plain dirty for what she is doing, but at the same time loves every minute of the experience.

Gwen moans loudly as her mother nibbles and sucks on her swollen clit. The young teen has had other more experienced women between her athletic legs but nothing as taboo as having her own mom. The stimulation of her mother's tongue, combined with the reality of the situation, quickly drives the young girl to orgasm. Gwen clenches her emerald eyes shut as she buries her mom's face into her wanton pussy. "Oh yesss...Mommy." She cries out.

Michelle tries to suck all of her daughter's forbidden juices as they crash into her face like a tidal wave. The mother's fingers abusing her own clit, driving herself to orgasm close to simultaneously. As Gwen's tense muscles relax, she relinquishes her grip on her mother's auburn hair letting the woman pull back. Michelle's face soaking wet her make up smeared as she wears her daughter's juices.

"Gwen, we should not have done that," Michelle says as she stands before her daughter, her face a hot wet mess her knees red from the cheap carpet on the dressing room floor.

"Why you liked it," Gwen says innocently as she stands up to pull her skirt back down.

"That is not the point, young lady, what will your father say? Well, after daddy fucks me, he won't say much other than a thank-you." The young teen giggles.

"Wait...This is all about you, fucking daddy?" A perplexed Michelle questions her daughter as she stands before her still clad only in a bra.

Gwen stands up and wraps her arms around her visibly confused and upset mother. "No this was at first about me showing you I support this new lifestyle. Then it was about me showing you that I want to be a part of it, and now after I thought about it more, I think it's also about me wanting daddy."

Michelle smiles a bit as she looks into her daughter's eyes. The mother's emotions still ran from one extreme to the other. The mother does like and appreciates her daughter's idea's even if the execution was a bit on the extreme side of things. The sexually adventurous teen pushed her mother way outside her comfort zone, and that is part of this completely new lifestyle. Michelle is a small but weird way feels grateful for her daughter's actions.

"You are a lot like daddy, you know that?" The mother asks as she leans into to kiss her daughter's lips.

The young woman's tongue massages her mother's invading tongue as they share the taste of each other in a lustful non-family like kiss. "I think I'm a hybrid." Gwen smiles as their lips part. "I like to be in control, but also like being the dirty whore like you."

"I have urges to be in control at times."

"Why not act on them then?"

"Daddy is my owner, and you heard him I am his property. I crave that far more than I do any type of control." Michelle explains as she looks around the room for her original clothing.

"Well, he gave you permission to flirt, use those men, control them," Gwen responds as she picks up her mother's panties, and places them into her purse. "Those are mine now."

"What?"

"I like to keep them; you think you're the first woman I've had in this room." Gwen giggles as she zips her purse.

"Excuse me ladies, is everything okay in there?" A voice asks as a knock on the door interrupts the taboo mother-daughter time.

"Oh shit, mommy, we are busted." Gwen laughs as she looks at her still half-nude mother.

Michelle's face still damp with her daughter's pussy juices starts to turn a shade of pink as all the muscles in her body tense up. The mother of two stares at the dressing room door then at her daughter, then back to the door again before she walks over and grasps the small barrel bolt that secures the door. She slowly slides it up and over as a million thoughts and ideas speed through her mind, the internal voices that haunt her all screaming different things. "Just apologize." "Tell him to fuck off." "Grab that little manager and jerk him inside, like the whore you are." Michelle clenches her eyes and shakes her head as she takes several deep breaths trying to silence the internal voices before she pulls the door open.

"I'm sorry I think I am having some issues with some of the outfits, can you assist me." The half-nude thirty-seven-year-old mother of two says as she grasps at the young man's Rick and Morty t-shirt and drags him into the room.

The room was already small but now even more cramped with three people inside as the young man stares at Gwen, who is grinning from ear to ear, then looks at the woman who dragged him into the room. "Shit look, I am so sorry." He nervously says as his eyes flutter about unsure where to look.

Michelle reaches down and pulls the small lanyard up so she can read the young man's name. "So Kris, according to this, you're the manager, huh?"

"Uh, yes ma'am..." The nervous twenty-two-year-old replies as his eyes fixate on the barely concealed large melon-like breasts of Michelle.

"You like staring at my mommy's breasts?" Gwen questions with a giggle as she is intrigued as to what her mother's plan is.

"Your...who?...Uh no...I mean well, yes...What was the question?" The rattled store manager excessively stammering.

Michelle's body is a raging ball of hormones as she stares at the twenty-something-year-old. The words of her husband saying it was okay to flirt come back to her, but this is far from flirting she thinks to herself, as she worries about the health and wellbeing of the trembling young man. Michelle leans in and places her lips to those of the scared young manager. Kris, the manager, at first stands like a statue before instinctively responding by parting his lips and letting the milf invade his mouth.

Gwen leans back on the dressing room bench not sure, where this is all heading as she pulls her phone out and sneakily takes a few pics of her mother in action. Kris's hands still trembling like someone going through withdrawal find their way to the hot bare flesh of Michelle. The store manager caresses and massages her before he grips her naked butt cheeks pulling the libidinous mother closer to him. The lusty mother's tongue wrestles with the young man's finding his tongue ring as they swirl together.

Michelle pulls her lips away as she summons all her strength to tell him something she never thought she could say to a stranger. "Pull your dick out."

Kris freezes momentarily as he is unsure if what he heard was correct or not. It takes a mere millisecond before he quickly grabs at the black leather strap with metal studs that hold his oversized jeans up. He lets the pants fall to the dressing room floor before doing the same with his little jockey shorts. The store manager's cock sticking straight forward as Michelle reaches down to grasp it, she gives it a few playful strokes sizing the young man up.

Gwen moves from her bench and squeezes around the duo, still stealthily snapping pictures with her phone. "Mmm, well, what he lacks in length he makes up for in width."

"I'm...I'm sorry, ma'am," Kris says as he lowers his head in embarrassment.

"Oh, don't listen to my daughter; she's a bitch." Michelle giggles as she lowers herself to her knees. The whorish mother leans over, resting her chest on the bench her daughter previously resided, the wooden seat still damp with her daughter's fluids. "Are you going to fuck me?" Michelle boldly questions as she shakes her ass.

"What the fuck?"

"Fuck her, she's a whore...Take your little dick and fuck my mom." Gwen says as she is frustrated by the manager's question.

"Come on, Kris, do you want some mom pussy or not?" Michelle asks as she continues to force herself to act against her character.

Kris, the little goth looking twenty-two-year-old store manager, feels faint gets on the floor behind the awaiting milf. The young man grips his five and half-inch long thick cock in his hand and pushes it inside the soaking wet pussy of Michelle. As Michelle feels the stranger's cock enter her, she repositions herself placing her head to the dirty floor to push her ass higher in the air. The new position allowing the young man to sink all of his cock into her.

"Oh my God, you are a whore, mommy." Gwen purrs as she accentuates the word, mommy. The naughty teen still snapping pictures. As she slides her other hand inside the waist of her little plaid schoolgirl like skirt so she can rub her pussy. "Harder fuck her harder." Gwen moans out as she teases her clit.

Kris grunts hard as he grips the hips of the married mother, the young man slamming his body against hers, trying to do as Gwen commands. Michelle can feel her opening stretching to take the thick piece of young meat inside her, the stretch providing a near pain like pleasure the wanton mother needs.

"Fuck me, you little bitch!" Michelle exclaims as she starts pushing back against Kris's thrusts forward.

Michelle's face buried into the dirty store carpet as she lets a stranger violate her pussy. The married woman not sure where this moment lands in her new lifestyle, but at the same time is reveling in the moment of devilish debauchery.

Kris, despite having a smaller cock than what Michelle is accustomed too has the mother climax rapidly approaching climax. As Michelle reaches her crescendo, her pussy releases a deluge of hot fluids onto the bare cock of the young manager deep inside her. The young goth male groans as the sensory overload is too much for him. He quickly jerks his cock out of the married woman's hot wet opening. He begins frantically stroking himself off, ejaculating a thick heavy load of hot white semen all over the firm round ass of the naughty mother. Michelle does not move as she lays feeling the fiery liquid crash down on her bottom.

Michelle can hear the young man leaving the room as she remains in the position. She silently reflects on what she just did, wondering if Jason is going to freak out or accept it.