My name is Amy and this is the story of how I unwittingly became cuckqueened by my own daughter. My boyfriend, Andy, is now fucking her and it makes me get all tingly every time I even think about it, and I absolutely love it when they let me join them or help them.

I suppose I should start at the beginning. As I said, my name is Amy and I'm 41. I have a 20 year old daughter named Danielle. I am a vice principal at the high school Dani used to attend. Dani got her looks from her dad's side of the family. I am 5'7", with a slim athletic build. I have wavy shoulder length auburn hair and brown eyes. If you saw me on the street, you'd notice me, but you wouldn't likely crane your neck to get a third look. I'm not trying to put myself down or sound falsely modest; a woman just knows. I can get a date if I want to, but guys aren't stumbling over themselves to pull out my chair or open a door for me or anything.

My daughter, on the other hand, is the American beauty. She's blonde with big blue sparkling eyes and 34C breasts. She's a couple inches shorter than I am, but she definitely has the curves that men notice. Do you know how I know that men aren't tripping themselves to get a look at me? Because I see how they act when she walks by. It's almost amusing, actually. It makes me proud that she's my daughter, as long as she doesn't get too princessy. But let's be honest, what 20 year old college girl is NOT a spoiled little princess? She also gets some of her haughty attitude from her father.

Speaking of her father, if we can call him that, Jimmy is a truly shitty dad. We'd been dating for about 6 months when I realized that there was a problem with the birth control pills I was taking... something about mixing with other medication. Anyway, long story short, I was pregnant and he wasn't pleased. I get the occasional child support check in the mail (he's not delinquent, they just come in irregularly) so I don't have that gripe that some of my friends have had. The problem is fatherhood. Every time Dani tries to reach out to him, he runs in the opposite direction. Or worse, he'll interact with her just enough where she'll start to trust him again, and then he'll take off again, either chasing some floozy or a surefire get rich quick scheme.

Like most parents (especially single parents), I had my share of bedtime issues with Dani as she was growing up. However, where most kids want a drink of water or a snack or to be read a fair tale, Dani always wanted me to tell her something true. "Mommy, tell me a secret" got to be her catch phrase. This little bedtime ritual actually developed its own set of rules over the years. Anything that either of us said had to be true, anything said had to stay between us, and we had a 5-minute nightly dialogue time limit. These discussions were normally pretty benign - I saw her teach at the grocery store, or the roses in our flower garden look like they may be blooming very soon, etc.

What Dani was about 10, however, that time limit rule was altered. You see, she'd slept at a friend's house for a birthday slumber party the night before so on this particular night, she argued that she should get 10 minutes of dialogue time since she didn't get any time the night before. I should have put my foot down, but a part of me enjoyed her debating skills and I did sometimes enjoy our bedtime talks, especially as she grew older. Once, when she was about 13, she tried to pull a similar stunt pleading that she didn't remember any bedtime talk time two nights prior. However, I reminded her that I had, in fact, tucked her in and she was able to mutter "Mommy, tell me a secr..." - she just fell asleep before any actual dialogue could take place. As a result of this, we actually developed our own method of tracking. We untied a beaded bracelet that she had and left only 7 beads on it. Each night, after we have our nightly talk and before we say good night, I slide a bead over.

When she was 16, I thought she was done with the game. I tucked her in and she simply smiled and me and said "Good night, Mommy. Love you," which, I'm sure, is more than most mothers of 16 year old daughters get at bedtime. However, on Saturday of that week, she smiled, pulled out the beaded leather strip, with all 7 beads on the unused side. I raised an eyebrow and looked at her quizzically.

"Mommy, tell me a secret. Tell me why you've been hanging around Rachel's sister so much."

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I gulped. How did she know? Okay, a bit of backstory. Rachel is classmates with Dani. Rachel's older sister, Cindy, is 24. Cindy is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. She has gorgeous red hair, perfect lips made to kiss, breasts that only a 24 year old former cheerleader could possibly possess, and a pussy made to be worshiped. I call Dani a princess, but Cindy is my Queen (I must always capitalize the Q). I am submissive to her. I serve her. I had been serving her for about 3 months at the time Dani asked her question. I'm never allowed to say that we were dating - it was either that I was serving her or that she was fucking me.

My relationship with Cindy all started one day when I was late getting Dani to school. I dropped her off and had to sign in so that she didn't get a tardy in her records. Cindy had dropped Rachel off just as we were getting in. As Dani and Rachel took off to class together, Cindy and I started to talk. I asked her how college had gone, if there was a man in her life, if she thought her job at the bank was going to turn into the upper management position that her degree qualified her for, etc. In fact, I realized after that I had done most of the talking. She answered my questions politely enough, but sort of smirked at me when I began to babble. Why did that look of hers make me squirm?

She took my hand in hers and said "Amy, let's continue our talk over a cup of chai. Let's go to Starbucks and you can order us both one." I eagerly nodded and agreed. I actually beat her there and had two grande hot chais waiting for her when she walked in. She smiled as she walked in, took her drink, and declared - "I've changed my mind. My mom is away on a work trip and I have the day to myself. Follow me back to the house and we can have our chai date there." Date? Did she just call this a date? Why was I blushing?

I don't really remember if any actual words came out of my mouth, but the next thing I knew, I was at my friend's house having chai at her dining room table with her 24 year old daughter. Cindy and Rachel's mom is Susan, a friend dating back to grade school. Here I was, having a hot drink at a table I've sat at hundreds of times before, but feeling quite exposed, quite unsure... almost naked in front of this gorgeous goddess of a young woman, Susan's own daughter. What kind of woman am I? What kind of friend am I? And is this all in my head? Surely she's not attracted to me. This woman could get any man or woman she wanted.

Cindy moved her chair very close to mine. She removed the cap from her cup of chai, gathered some foam onto her finger, looked at me, and then offered her finger to my lips. As if in a trance, I opened my mouth and sucked the foam from her beautiful finger. The spark was instant. I wanted her. Badly. And I would do whatever she asked of me.

Next, she took a sip of her drink, but then gathered some of the foam on her outstretched tongue. She looked at me, expectantly. It had been years and years since I kissed another woman (her mom was one woman I had kissed, but that's a story for another time), but at that moment, her tongue beckoned to me. I stood up, standing with my legs outside of hers, to get a better angle and wrapped my lips around her tongue, sucking the foam from it. Her hand moved to the back of my head and she held me there, giving me a kiss that soaked my panties. Her tongue probed my mouth and I sucked on it, then caressed it and tried to reciprocate as well as I could. Her kiss was so possessive though, like she was taking my mouth, my tongue, my throat (man she had a beautiful long tongue!) that it was all I could do to stay standing. She pulled me down to her so I was straddling her and she was still holding my head in place with one hand. Her other hand moved to the back of my skirt and lifted it up. She slid her fingers down the back of my panties to cup my bare ass and gave it a nice squeeze.

She broke the kiss by tugging my hair backward. I moaned in frustration both from the breaking of the kiss and because I really enjoyed how she was holding my ass.

"Remove your skirt and panties, Amy." "What? Ummm... okay." I sort of babbled, but in reality, I think I was bottomless in record time. I was so eager for her to touch me again, I'd have done just about anything at that moment.

"Good girl." I blushed and my clit twitched at the words. "Now, Amy, I want to fuck you, and I think you want me to fuck you. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, Cindy. Please."

"Please what, Amy?"

"Please fuck me, Cindy. Please?"

"Oh, I will, my new pet. But first I need you to know something. I don't take on girlfriends. I take on pets who serve me. I am sexually dominant and I only take on submissive women as my pets. If you agree to have me fuck you, you will need to do exactly as I say whenever I say, or you will be harshly punished. Is that understood?"

In hindsight, I should have asked for details: What kinds of punishments? What are my possible outs? What sort of privacy rules will we have? And probably a dozen more. However, at that moment, all my brain could muster was a breathless but enthusiastic "Yes, Cindy. I understand."

"Good girl" again, and again the same physical reaction on my part "but you really need to stop calling me by name when we're alone. When we're together in public, you may address me as Ms. Kohler. In private, you will only ever address me as Queen. If you address me in any other way, I will slap your face and demand that you repeat yourself. I don't think it will take you very long to learn, but some women can be pathetic little dumb cunts. Are you a dumb cunt, Amy?"

"No ma'am... er... no, Queen" *slap* She wasn't kidding! Even though I had corrected myself, my gut reaction to respond to her authority (her authority? what's happening to me?) was to call her ma'am and I forgot the rule for that one split second. As she noted, it didn't take me more than the one slap to learn my lesson. I never made that mistake again.

"Now, pet, come over here and eat my fucking pussy." She stood up from her chair, pulled her running shorts down her perfect cheerleader legs, sat down, and spread herself wide for me. I was between her thighs in a flash. I kissed and licked her all over. I kissed back and forth along her inner thighs, I lapped up her slit, I tongued her pussy as deep as I could... I used all of the tricks that my past experiences had taught me. Fingers, lips, tongue, even my nose at times. I worshipped her pussy. I devoured it. And I was rewarded by having her grab my hair and fuck my face. She ordered me to stick out my tongue and she ground her pussy up and down my face, smearing her juices all over me before pulling me in so tight that I could barely breathe as her sweet juices filled my mouth. She continued to hold my face there, pressed against her pussy, as I knelt before my new Queen feeling both content and horny and she came back to earth.

"That was very good, pet. Your face was made to be cunt-fucked." I'm sure I blushed as I replied "Thank you, my Queen".

"Is my little slut horny?" At this point, my humiliation was going straight to my pussy. The harsher she got, the more excited I got. I knew I was hooked. She had me, and we both knew it.

"Yes, my Queen. I am so desperately horny for you. Please... I want to come for you."

"Turn around, and lean over the dining room table, slut." I did as commanded.

I heard Cindy rummage through her purse, then there was a pause, and a few moments later, I felt my pussy being stretched open as she pressed the head of a strap-on cock into me. I was so wet that its entire length (I later learned that it was 10" long) sunk in fake balls deep. Her hand gripped my hair and pulled back hard as she began to fuck me hard, deep, fast. It was incredible. I don't always come quickly and I'm not always multi-orgasmic, but that entire situation was so intense that I fucking came and came and possibly blacked out and came some more.

Next, she slapped my ass and ordered me over to their couch. She positioned us so that her wrists were holding the backs of my ankles, my feet up in the air, and I was bent in half, with my sex completely exposed to her. This time, as she pressed her glorious cock into me, she began to kiss me again. My head swam, her cock pounded into me again and again, and my orgasms seemed to multiply both in number and intensity. Her tongue in my mouth, the intensity of her passion, the way my entire being responded to her, and her overall presence were just all overwhelming for this single mom to take. It was, quite easily, the best first date ever.

Honestly, the next thing I remember was this smaller, younger woman, holding me on the couch, both of us naked, and me suckling one of her breasts. It was so sweet and tender. She looked down at me "You're mine now, cunt. Period. No other men. No other women. Is that understood?"

I released her nipple from my lips just long enough to whisper "Yes, my beautiful Queen. Thank you. I will love serving you" and closed my lips around her nipple once again, feeling happier and more content than I had in ages.

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And so began my submission to a girl 13 years my junior. I've had relationships with men before, and casually dated women, but this was like being possessed... owned. I worked as an accountant for a machine press company, so I had to dress pretty conservatively every day. However, that wouldn't stop Cindy from sending random text messages throughout the day to remind me of my place.

#Queen Cindy: Come pick me up after work, cunt. You'd better be wearing a skirt as I ordered last night. And if you wore panties to work, you will remove them and put them into your purse before you meet me.#

#Me: Yes, Queen Cindy. I will be waiting for you in my car in the back lot of the bank, okay?#

#Queen Cindy: Bullshit. You will park your car and come in to get me.# (Oh fuck. Really?)

#Me: As you wish, my Queen#

She had a way of giving me simple orders that she knew would make me squirm. It's one thing to be dating (serving) a 24-year-old girl in private, but our town isn't exactly huge. People notice things. People talk. Rumors spread around. But I had agreed to serve her and she had her ways of making me glad I obeyed... or making me severely regret disobeying.

So, as always, I did as my Queen demanded of me. I parked my car in the street in front of the bank and went in to look for her. She smiled as she saw me and gave me a kiss right on the mouth! It wasn't inappropriate and if it were a wife greeting her husband, nobody would have thought anything. However, with the age difference, and us being two attractive women, I did notice a few heads turn. My Queen is smart, however, and knew that we live in a new age.

"Did you find a parking place nearby, Amy? These heels are starting to hurt my feet."

"Yes, Ms. Kohler. I found one right outside. No far walks necessary." I blushed and smiled... addressing her so formally while she called me by my first name... the age difference. My head was swimming.

As embarrassed as I was, I was also turned on by her brazenness and her ever-present control of all situations. She took my hand and we walked out to my car. I opened the passenger door for her and then sat down in the driver's seat. Before I could start the car, she leaned over and gave me a soul-sucking kiss. Her tongue invaded my mouth and I sighed in aroused submission. I didn't care who could see us - we weren't in a place of business anymore, but we were in public.

She stroked my cheek as her tongue probed my mouth. Anyone watching would have immediately known that I was under her spell.

"I've been thinking about cunt-fucking your pretty face all day, pet. Unfortunately, my mom and sister are already home. Is Dani at your place?"

I sighed "Yes, my Queen. We can't do it there either."

"Fuck. Okay, give me a minute." After a quick text conversation, she told me to start driving and gave me directions to a different house. She instructed me to pull into the driveway. I got out and opened her door for her. She led me by the hand to the front door and inside, without even knocking. It turned out it was her friend Cheryl's house. Cheryl was another former cheerleader. She greeted us as we walked in, and was not at all surprised to see me.

"Hi Cindy. You can just take her to my room."

"Thanks, Cher. I owe you one. I've been waiting all day to grind my cunt on my bitch's face and need some release. But actually... I think we'll just use your couch if you don't mind."

"Sure! You know I love to watch you in action," Cheryl replied.

Cindy walked to the couch, lifted her skirt, slid her thong down her gorgeous legs and tossed it at her friend, who gave a soft giggle and held it up to her nose to take in the scent of Cindy's arousal. Cindy beckoned me with her finger, and I dropped to my knees and began to lap at her sweet young cunt.

"Oh no, pet. This is not a pussy worship session. This is a face fuck. I want to mark you. Your only task is to accept my juices all over that pretty face of yours."

I didn't even get a chance to reply. She grabbed my hair and began to rub her pussy all over my face. I did stick out my tongue to try to taste as much as I could, but I could tell that she was being quite literal. She didn't want me to lick her; she just wanted to use my face to get herself off and to coat me in her sweet nectar in the process. I can't explain why, exactly, but I began to move my face at times, to try to help her to coat me completely in her musk. She was so wet (it made me wet to know that I had turned her on so much) that my entire face was soon covered. Before long, I could tell that her orgasm was close.

"Oh fuck, bitch. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck here it comes ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck", she was squealing now and her orgasm hit her... well, it hit me more literally. She came and squirted some and my face caught it all, greedy cunt juice drinker that I had become for her, I drank whatever I could get into my mouth. As she started to come down to earth, her fingers never unclenched from my hair. She still held my face right against her pussy. When I tried to lick, she gripped my hair tighter to pull it at the roots to indicate that she was too sensitive for anything more - she just wanted my face to stay right where it was. I was quite happy to oblige.

"Wow, that was fucking hot!" Cheryl exclaimed. I had completely forgotten about her, even though we were in her parents' living room. "Can I borrow your pet sometime? She looks like you've got her pretty well-trained."

"Sorry, Cher, but you'll have to find your own old bitch to train. This one is taken."

"Hmmmm... your mom's pretty hot. Can I take her for a ride?" Cheryl joked.

Cindy looked at her, surprised, but not laughing. Instead, she looked... contemplative?

"Now, pet, you'd better get home and prepare dinner for your little angel. Don't even think about washing your face. You'll greet her, eat dinner with her, and go to bed tonight wearing my scent on your face. I've marked you. I want you to stay marked for as long as possible."

I blushed again. She seemed to never run out of ways to turn me on and remind me of my place. "Yes, my Queen."

"Good girl. You can drive yourself home. I'm going to stay and talk to Cheryl for a bit, and I can walk from here.
With that dismissal, I did as she asked. Thankfully, Dani seemed too preoccupied with her own world to notice anything unusual about me that night.

That night, I had to masturbate before I could fall asleep. I came hard, with images of my Queen's pussy running all through my head.

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Well, days passed and I pretty much learned to anticipate Cindy's requests and we got quite good together. She'd regularly give me a new task to prevent me from ever forgetting my place or her authority over me. They weren't always big things, but she knew me well enough that she knew which buttons to push (e.g. button your blouse one button off and go to work that way or wear a bra that is too dark for your top or cut holes out of the nipples of the bra you wear today, etc.).

So anyway, about 3-4 weeks after our little soiree on Cheryl's couch, I received the following text from my Queen:

#Queen Cindy: We are going out on a proper date tomorrow night. I got a small promotion at work and a raise to go with it! I'm so excited, pet! I want to take you out to celebrate! Make arrangements for a sitter or send Dani on a sleepover or something, because you won't be making it home that night. Wear your lavender dress with the mesh that I love so much. No panties. We'll be meeting at Francesco's at 7 sharp.#

#Me: Congratulations, my Queen! I'm so happy for you and so proud of you! Regarding tomorrow night... it's a Friday night, so I can ask your mom if Dani can stay with Rachel for the night. Would that work?#

#Queen Cindy: No - that won't work. We will be retiring to my place after dinner.#

#Me: Okay, I will figure something out.#

#Queen Cindy: You always do. You're a good pet, Amy. I do so enjoy owning you and fucking you... and wrecking your pretty little face with my cunt. *giggle*#

#Me: *blush* Thank you, my Queen. I can't wait until tomorrow! Congratulations again!#

I showed up to the restaurant 5 minutes early, in case the lot was full. I was fortunate that someone was pulling out as I was pulling in, so I got a good parking spot without any trouble. After I parked, I texted my Queen to see if she was already there or if I should wait outside for her.

#Queen Cindy: You're the last to arrive. Tell them you're in the Kohler party and they'll show you to our table.#

Last to arrive? Kohler party? I pouted a bit to myself as I thought this was going to be a special date night with just the two of us. However, big girl panties firmly in place, I walked in and asked for the aforementioned table.

As I approached the table, my jaw dropped. Cindy, my Queen, was there. But so was her mom, Susan, who was sitting close to Cheryl. There was one other "couple" (I presumed) there - a pretty black girl, Kim, who was on the cheerleading squad with Cheryl; and Cindy, who was getting quite cozy with Lin, an Asian woman who is a teacher at my school. Lin is only 28, so the age difference isn't as high between the two of them as it is with us other two couples. Susan is 3 years older than I am so she and Cheryl have the biggest gap. I took pride in the fact that my Queen was the most beautiful of them all, and also was the lead cheerleader and the unofficial but unquestioned leader of this small group.

Cindy welcomed me to sit next to her and gave me quite a passionate open-mouthed kiss. By this time, these shows of public affection didn't humiliate me quite as much, and my passion for her beat out any concerns over making a spectacle of ourselves. Still, she was kissing me this way in front of her mom, my friend, so that was definitely different. I returned her kiss eagerly, despite any reservations. In fact, I was bold enough to slide my hand behind her head to show her just how hungry I was for her kiss; how badly I wanted her tongue in my mouth, claiming what is hers.

As we settled back into our seats, I noticed that our passion had triggered that of the others. I got to witness Cheryl kissing Susan quite possessively and Lin and Kim making out like teenagers after prom. Eventually, we were able to compose ourselves enough to order.

Over dinner, my Queen informed me that she had taken Cheryl's suggestion literally, and helped persuade her own mother to submit to Cheryl.

"It's so hot watching my mom submit to my best friend. She blushes so nicely, especially when Cheryl spits into her mouth. Cheryl really likes to spit, and my mom is becoming quite addicted. Isn't that right, ladies?" Cindy asked.

For once, I got to see another woman burning in humiliation as my long-time friend turned to her daughter's friend and opened her mouth wide. Cheryl, quite happily, spit into her slave's mouth and then put her fingers under Susan's chin to encourage her to swallow. Susan smiled and thanked Cheryl for the gift, and then thanked Cindy for suggesting it. I could tell that she was enjoying herself, but... I don't know... her sincerity wasn't quite there.

Cindy then continued, "So, after dinner, we're going back to our place to party. Rachel is out with Dani at another friend's house, so there are no limits to how open or kinky we can be tonight. I also have a special game planned for later on, after the drinks are flowing."

"Woo, I am going to ride your face HARD tonight, baby girl!" Kim teased Lin. Lin blushed slightly, then poked out her tongue to show how receptive she was to the idea. It was cute, funny, silly. They had a genuine chemistry and obvious real affection for each other.

The rest of dinner was, believe it or not, pretty PG rated. There was some adult talk, but a lot of giggling. As we chatted, I got to see a whole new side of my friend. She was openly flirty, even with me, and seemed to really be enjoying herself. I also got to learn a bit more about Lin and Kim. It turns out that Lin's first year at the school was the year that Kim, Cindy, and Cheryl had graduated. Lin confessed that she'd developed a crush on the girl early on, even though Kim wasn't in any classes that Lin taught. It was actually sort of sweet.

When it came time to cash out, there were three checks - one for each couple. As promised, Cindy paid for our meal, but the other two submissive older women paid their checks. Under most circumstances, I'd have been paying as well. Tonight was special and different in so many ways, and it was only going to get more interesting.

After dinner, we all drove to Susan and Cindy's house. As soon as we were inside, Cindy popped two bottles of champagne. The first one was gone almost instantly, between the six of us, and we were onto the next bottle within minutes. Soon, all of the older women were stripped of our clothes. The girls freely kissed or groped us (not just their own slaves either). Our champagne glasses were never empty for long, but they also had strawberries, cheddar slices, and even some chocolate so that we could have something in our stomachs in case dinner wasn't enough to absorb the alcohol. My Queen, as always, was brilliant. She wanted us tipsy and silly but not plastered. The champagne, the sexual energy, the clothing differences, and being so openly fondled had us all quite wet.

After about an hour, Cindy clanged a butter knife against her champagne flute. "Okay, ladies, cunts, listen up. We are going to play a special game tonight to test your skills as a cunt worshipper. The rules are simple. We will all take a seat in the living room. Each of us cheerleaders will take our pet with us. You old cunt-suckers will then use your best skills to bring the superior in front of you to an orgasm. The first slave to make her superior come wins the round for one point. At the end of 7 rounds, the winner will get a special prize, which I will announce afterward. However, you won't just be sucking off the same pussy each round. Kim?"

Kim handed a small object to Cindy, who continued "Kim has borrowed this 4-sided die from her brother. It's normally used for Dungeons & Dragons type games, but tonight it will be used for something much more interesting. The cunt-licker who wins the round will roll the die. If you roll a 1, you will all move one person to your right. If you roll a 2, you will rotate one person to your left. If you roll a 3, you stay where you are. And if you roll a 4, the slave gets to assign the pairings in whichever way she chooses. The round doesn't end until each slave has made the cheerleader she's serving come all over her face."

I immediately looked at Susan, who was biting her lip and staring into space. She might potentially have to go down on her own daughter. Her expression was so hard to read - I didn't know if she was turned on, nervous, contemplative... or trying to lose herself to the champagne that she had already downed.

The cheerleaders took their spots, and we three slaves took ours. Cindy was seated at the recliner. As I looked at her, Kim was on my right and Cheryl on my left to form a gorgeous bare bottomed cheerleader trifecta. My Queen announced that we should begin, and I immediately went for it. I didn't know what the prize for winning was, and I didn't particularly care; I just felt naughty being able to orally worship her in front of the other women, especially her own mother. Also, I wanted to make her proud of me.

After a few minutes, I was up by one point. My Queen announced her forthcoming orgasm and I slurped at her pussy like it was my last meal.

"You're getting so good at this, pet. I think you're starting to enjoy sucking my pussy as much as I like having you do it," she said.

I just smiled and whispered to her how she always knows me better than I know myself. She handed me the die. I rolled a 2 - so we had to move one person to the left. I gave my Queen's pussy a quick peck goodbye for now, and crawled over between Cheryl's legs. Lin moved to Cindy, and Susan moved to Kim.

Again, Cindy announced that we could begin. It felt extremely awkward to be licking another woman's pussy. And Cheryl... something about her personality, her manner... she just wasn't my favorite person. It made this round more of a task. As a result, I finished last and Lin won the round. She rolled a 1, so we all moved back to our original partners.

Back in my familiar place, I won round 3. The score was now 2 points for me, 1 for Lin, and 0 for Susan. I rolled the die and froze. It was another 1, which meant I'd be servicing Kim, Lin would be servicing Cheryl, and Susan would be servicing her own daughter. I looked up at my Queen for confirmation. She was smiling.

"Come here, mother. Come show me how insanely jealous you've been of Amy for getting to serve me all this time. Come show my cunt the appreciation you really feel."

Unbelievably, Susan didn't even wait for the go signal. She virtually attacked Cindy's pussy with her mouth. Then it hit me - the odd looks at dinner and earlier in the night - she was jealous of me! She wanted to be her daughter's slave! I sat, mesmerized, watching Susan devour Cindy's beautiful pussy. She kissed it, she licked it, she sucked her clit. She rubbed her face on it, wanting to take in her daughter's scent, similar to how I had done at Cheryl's house. I noticed something else - her own hips were moving. She was going to come from getting her daughter off!

"Come on, bitch! Suck my cunt!" Kim grabbed my hair and I realized that I had been totally neglecting her. I noticed that Lin was working Cheryl over and Kim was mostly watching her, which is probably why she didn't scold me sooner.

Once again, Cindy came first. I was beginning to wonder if my skills weren't as good as I thought they were; maybe she's just very orgasmic. "Oh fuck, mom. You're such a good cunt-sucker. I can't believe we haven't done this before. I'm going to have to punish you for holding out on me. Oh that's it you dirty whore, suck every drop... Ohhhhh so gooooood!!!"

I have to admit, hearing Cindy and Susan go at it so enthusiastically was a big turn-on. Unfortunately, I failed to show Kim the proper devotion. Her lean but muscular chocolate legs were so beautiful. I had never been with a black woman before. I really hoped I'd get a chance to make it up to her later on. Cheryl came in Lin's face less than a minute after Cindy had her orgasm, and Cindy called the round at that point. I felt so ashamed - I was the first slave not to get her cheerleader off in any round.

The score was now 2 for me and 1 for the other two slaves. Susan rolled the die - a 4. She got to choose. To my disappointment, she swapped me and Lin around and she stayed right where she was. Cindy smiled once again "You enjoy eating my cunt, do you mom? I knew once you got a taste of submitting, that you'd be all mine."

Susan replied, "I do love worshipping your beautiful p-... cunt, Cindy. I will do it as often as you'll let me."

"Round 5, begin!" Cindy yelled.

I was determined not to lose again this round, but it wasn't easy with the pairings that we had. Susan seemed to have found her new role in life, serving her daughter's beautiful pussy, and Lin was serving her goddess girlfriend. Susan won again, and again I lost, but at least was able to make Cheryl cum for me.

"Cindy sure got the better end of this swap," she jeered at me. The score was 2 for me, 2 for Susan, and 1 for Lin.

This time, Susan rolled a 3, which meant that we stayed right where we were.

Cindy chuckled "If I didn't know better, mom, I'd think you were cheating just so you could get more time on your knees before me." For a reply, Susan simply pressed her face back between her daughter's legs. This time, Lin won the round and I finished second. When I looked over, Susan was kissing Cindy's legs, stomach, pubic mound... essentially, showing her daughter that she was there to adore her body, regardless of the competition. It was so erotic to watch - I couldn't even find it in me to be jealous that it seemed I was being replaced.

Interestingly, the score was now even at 2 points each. Lin rolled a 2, which meant she moved to Cindy, I moved to Kim, and Susan moved to Cheryl.

I made up for my lackluster performance earlier, and really paid tribute to Kim's sweet pink pussy. I really wanted to impress her. I liked Lin a lot and a part of me wanted to impress Lin's Mistress, to make Kim like me; not sexually so much, but she just had an air about her that made me want to impress her. Oddly, just the opposite of Cheryl. Yay for me, I won that deciding round!

After all of the girls had had their orgasms, Cindy once again spoke up. "Very good, Amy. You've won our little competition. Your prize is that you get to choose the bedmates tonight. The only stipulation is that we have three pairs of slave and cheerleader."

Wow... this was tough. My selfish brain wanted to put us all with our original partners - dance with the one who brought you and all that. But I honestly loved seeing how Susan and Cindy interacted. I knew I had to pair them up for the night, and I hoped I'd hear some details from one or both of them afterward. I also didn't want to split up Kim and Lin. I think they're becoming a very solid couple with true feelings for one another, even though Kim can be quite demeaning to her older slave. I think Lin might just be falling for her, and enjoying Kim's sadistic nature.

Unfortunately, that leaves me with Cheryl. I think we'd both admit to being each other's third choices. However, it was the only right option.

Off to bed we went. Fortunately, Cheryl was pretty worn out. She wanted to spoon me, which did feel rather nice. I never did get to spend the night with Cindy.

When we woke up the next morning, Cheryl ordered me to give her one more orgasm. My jaw and tongue were sore from the night before, but Cindy had taught me my place. I did as Cheryl wanted. Fortunately, this time went much better than my previous attempt. She was more into it, too.

"Cindy really has trained you well, bitch. That's it, eat me you old dyke. Oh fuck... you're fucking good! Oh fuck yes... oh yeah, baby, finger my asshole... oh fuck... so fucking wicked... oh yes, suck my clit! Right there! I'm gonna cum ohhhh fuckkkkkk!" It made me proud and happy to please my new superior (Why did I think of all of these cheerleaders as my superiors? Wow, Cindy really DID train me well!)

She kissed me, tasting herself on my lips, and then smiled. "You didn't get off at all last night. Do you have an itch that needs to be scratched, cunt?"

Cheryl was definitely a bit rougher than Cindy. I wasn't yet sure if I'd warm up to her style, but I did want to try. I wanted to continue to be a part of this group.

It's quite humiliating when a woman that much younger than you, one who you really don't even know all that well, prompts you to admit that you want an orgasm. As has become my new normal, however, the deeper my shame, the higher my level of arousal.

"Mmm hmmm... please?" was all I could muster.

She smiled her impish grin and positioned herself, naked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Ride my thigh, cunt. Hump my leg like the little bitch that you are." Such a charming lass, my old grandpa would have said. But there was no denying the effect that her words had on me. I did as she commanded. I stood up and stood, so my legs were surrounding one of hers. I squatted down and shamelessly began rubbing my bare cunt on her leg, trying to create as much friction as possible. She encouraged me by holding my hips, biting my nipples, and the occasional "Such a hot desperate little bitch. That's it, cunt... cum for me, bitch! Soak my leg in your cunt slime so you can lick it off. I know you'll love that you fucking dyke!"

Her words, as much as the friction, really did me in. I came hard, still trying to hump her thigh. I pulled her to me and kissed her passionately, my orgasm wracking through my body as wave after wave hit me. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had such an intense degrading orgasm. Per her earlier command, after my orgasm subsided, I dropped to my knees and cleaned the mess I'd made of her thigh, licking up my own juices from the former cheerleader's leg. Of course, that led to me worshipping her pussy one more time before we went out to greet the others.

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At the time of Dani's question about why I'd been spending so much time with Cindy, I had actually been passed off to serving Cheryl. That only lasted a couple weeks, however. Eventually, her rough demeanor just wasn't fun for me anymore, and I felt like I needed to give the whole "older dyke serving young submissive cheerleader" thing a pause. I'm using Cheryl's words, by the way. I don't consider myself a dy... a lesbian. I do love men still.

I wasn't sure how to answer her question. Just how much CAN you tell your teenager daughter about the things we've been doing? Including her best friend's mom with that same friend's sister? The same girl she was asking me about? I decided to try to be honest, but hold back as much as I could... at least enough to maintain my dignity.

"Well, I suppose you could say that she and I were kind of dating."

"You dated Cindy? Wow, mom. That's... wow. I don't know what to say. Would you be insulted if I said that I'm impressed? She's pretty hot!" she laughed.

Her laughter eased the tension. "Your old mom can still get a date, you know."

Still laughing: "Well, I knew you went out, and I figured you had dates. The fact that you apparently sometimes date other women is kind of a cool surprise. The fact that you were dating Cindy is a HUGE surprise. I mean... you're friends with her mom. You knew her when she was younger. It's practically incest. And just what does 'kind of dating' mean?"

Hearing her mention incest and knowing the reality of Cindy and Susan caught me off guard. I choked... I mean, I inhaled spittle or something... I wasn't drinking or eating anything. I just choked and coughed. Dani actually found it amusing.
"You okay there, old lady? Are you gonna live?"

I gathered my composure and my ability to breathe normally. "Okay, enough story time. I think we both need some sleep."

"Not yet, mom. I had all 7 beads, remember. We've only been talking for about 10 minutes. You owe me."

Did I give birth to a future politician or lawyer?

I sighed "Fine. But I really am tired. We'll compromise. I know I owe you another 25 minutes, but I just can't tonight."

"That's fine. Give me 10 more minutes tonight and you can go to bed. Deal?"

"Thank you, honey. What is it that you'd like to talk about?" I asked her.

"Well, Cindy always seemed like such a stuck up bitch. I-"

"Dani! What kind of language is that?" I weakly scolded her.

"Uh uh, mom. Here in story time, anything goes as long as it's the truth. We agreed." I didn't really remember agreeing to that aspect of the rules, but fair enough. I just nodded and bade her to continue.

"As I was saying, she's such a stuck up cunt." she upped the vulgarity for shock value, watching for a reaction on my part, "I mean, yeah she's hot and all. But I've just seen her be so mean to other girls, waitresses at restaurants, check out girls at the mall, her own sister and me, and even lady cops. And everyone just seems to accept it. Some even seem to enjoy it. Mom, why are you blushing?"

I hadn't realized that I was blushing, but being called out on it made me bite my lip and choose my words carefully.

"I suppose you could say that a part of me likes it when she's cruel."

"Wow... you're so weird, mom. Good night." She half giggled as she hugged me good night, but she also sounded half disgusted too.

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So a lot has happened since then. Dani has dated some. I've dated some. One constant is that she never likes any of the guys I date. Her acceptance of the man in my life is important to me. I don't break up with a guy just because Dani doesn't like him, but my relationships don't seem to last real long with those guys nonetheless.

And now I've been seriously dating a man named Andy. Andy is a nice guy. He's somewhat athletic - I can beat him at tennis, but you'd never hear him admit that - and he's good looking. He has dirty brown hair and a goatee that is starting to show some gray. Where my ex-husband Jimmy is very vanilla sexually and very unstable emotionally, Andy is quite sexually adventurous and aggressive but pretty low key otherwise. Dani tolerates Andy, but she rarely lets an opportunity go by to lip off to him. And the opportunities have been more available lately, because Andy has been spending a lot of time at my place lately, as his house is currently undergoing treatments and some renovations due to termite damage.

As I mentioned, Dani can be like her dad - overly emotional and princessy. She came home from her local college one afternoon, slamming the door. I had to run to the grocery store because we were out of milk. Andy was home preparing dinner.

"Hey Andy. Is my mom around? I really need to talk to her."

"She's at the store. We needed a few things and with the traffic at this time of day, she may be 45 minutes or so. What's up, Buttercup? Is there anything I can do?"

Dani sort of bitterly laughed and replied "Yeah, can you tell me why men are such douchebags?"

Andy almost choked on his beer but didn't miss a beat "Well, I COULD tell you, but it's kind of against the code."

"Seriously. It's like guys my age only watch porn, smoke pot, and play video games. Like it's not enough to suck a guy's dick anymore. They're all about the porn throat-bang thing. If I like a guy and want to suck his cock, shouldn't that be enough? Why do they want me to fucking gag and almost vomit just to show that I'm into them?"

"Well, Dani, I can't really answer that. If you're sucking my cock and you're really into it, then I'd want you to love on my cock and enjoy it and let your passion come out in how you suck me. I'm not against giving a girl a good throat-fucking, but I certainly don't want you to vomit to show you care," he laughed.

"Oh fucking gross! I am not about to suck your gray ass limp dick, you sick fuck!"

Andy was used to these charming little outbursts. "I was actually using the universal you, princess. I didn't mean you personally. But I will say this. You're an intelligent and beautiful girl. You don't owe anything to any of these guys. If they don't realize what a treasure you are, then move on and find someone who will treat you right."

"Oh... well... Thanks, Andy. I'm gonna go to my room. I'll come down when dinner is ready."

Two hours later, I called up to Dani to have her come down to eat. As she came down, she looked guilty. She walked over to Andy, hugged him, and blurted out "I'm really sorry I've been such a bitch to you, Andy. You seem like a good guy and you've been really good with my mom. She's lucky to have you and you've been nothing but kind to me, no matter how horribly I've treated you. Thank you for what you said earlier. That meant a lot."

Andy wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly, It seemed that years of being disappointed in her father and other men were being poured out in that one hug. It did my heart good to see her accepting him that way. And it seemed that a lot of her bitterness went away after that as well. As they finally broke the hug, I could tell that she had actually cried on his shoulder a bit. He leaned in to kiss her forehead, but she turned up at just the wrong moment and he wound up accidentally kissing her on the lips instead.

"Well hello!" he exclaimed, trying to laugh off any awkwardness. I have to admit, a part of me got jealous seeing them kiss. A small part. There was another part that enjoyed seeing it. I convinced myself that it was only because of maternal feelings of wanting my precious daughter to not feel bitter toward men or toward my boyfriend, but a small voice in the back of my mind teased differently. In any case, a lot of the tension in the house was relieved after that accidental kiss.

That night, we all watched a movie together. Instead of sitting off by herself as she usually does, Dani sat on the couch with Andy and me. She didn't cozy up or anything weird, but it was cozier than normal with the three of us on the couch. After the movie, I hugged her good night, and she also came over and gave Andy another hug as well. Then she reached up and kissed his cheek, thanked him again, and told us both good night. As Andy let her go, however, she smiled at me, then gave my boyfriend another quick peck on the mouth. I got a wry grin, put my hand on Andy's cock. It was a bit firmer than I would have liked, I admit. I did what any woman would do when she finds her hand on her man's erect cock, I gave it a slight squeeze. Then I blurted out "Mine! My boyfriend!" and led Andy by the cock to my bedroom. Dani laughed a laugh that did this mother's heart good. It was fun to hear her be playful again.

That night, Andy fucked me hard. He's not always the most gentler lover by nature, but he was particularly rough with me this night. He gripped my hair hard as he fucked me from behind, whispering in my ear how wet my cunt was even before he touched it, and how good my pussy felt around his throbbing dick. We repositioned so I was lying on my back with my ass on the edge of the bed and he was standing, so he could fuck me with full force, and he slapped my poor tits HARD and pinched and pulled on my nipples. God that man is hot! In an unusual twist, we wound up in missionary position last... we was kissing me hard when I felt his body tense up and his cock throb and erupt inside of me. I locked my ankles around his ass as I felt the warm spurts filling me. I loved that feeling, and sometimes I love it most when he's on top of me in that position and I get to wrap my arms and legs around him. It was a very good night.

Andy made a comment the next morning about us both being so into it, and me being even louder than usual. I didn't know that I was a loud lover. Hmm... I do enjoy myself though. Dani came down, fresh from her shower, and walked into the kitchen. I was standing at the sink washing the plates from Andy's and my eggs, and she walked up and hugged me from behind.

"Good morning, Mommy. It sounds like someone had a good time last night," she teased. Wow... maybe I WAS louder than usual.

Then she walked up to Andy, hugged him again, gave him a quick peck on the lips again. Without a word, she grabbed a pear from the dining room table for breakfast and bounced out the door, carrying her backpack, her ever present water bottle, and the aforementioned pear. Rachel was waiting in our driveway to drive them both to the local campus, where they were both taking some community college courses while they tried to figure out what they wanted to do with their lives. I dried my hands, cupped Andy's cock outside his khaki slacks, gave it a bit of a squeeze again, kissed him softly on the lips, and sent him off to work. I didn't realize it at the time, but my squeezing his cock and kissing him after Dani kissed him was starting to become a habit of mine.

We had a normal day. It was Friday, so Dani and Rachel had gone out with some friends and got back after midnight. She came into my room, where I was half sleeping with my head on Andy's chest. She crawled up on top of us, waking us both up, her body prying itself between us. Her breath smelled like peppermint schnapps. She had that charming (not) coordination that intoxicated people get when they're trying to be quiet but can't quite manage normal movements.

She was giggling and said "I didn't get my good night kiss, Andy." The way her knees were coming up, I protectively moved my hand to protect Andy's goods. Andy was just stirring awake and Dani kissed him full on the mouth, even licking her lips and pressing the tip of her tongue into his mouth. He was awake now, and so was his cock in my hand!

"If you're trying to make me jealous, Dani, it's not going to work," I teased her. I think I was sort of seeing how far she'd go. She surprised me, however.

"There's no reason to feel jealous, Mommy." With that being said, she repositioned herself so she was right on top of me, and she kissed ME on the mouth. This was no peck, however. She kissed me the way Cindy used to kiss me - hard, passionately, possessively. Her tongue moved in my mouth and her hand found my hand on Andy's cock. We sort of stroked it together as I moaned into the kiss.

I love how Andy kisses me, don't get me wrong. There's just something different about being kissed by another woman - especially a younger woman. The fact that it was now my own daughter kissing me didn't seem to stop my joy of the kiss... it may have increased it, in fact. I fished Andy's cock out of the slit in his boxer briefs, so she could feel it without any fabric. Now it was her turn to moan into the kiss. I realized that I wanted her - my daughter. And I wanted her badly. I also now realized that I wanted her to have Andy, and for Andy to have her, and I was going to help them. But not tonight... I wasn't quite ready for this. It was all happening too quickly.

"Okay, you've gotten your good night kisses, Dani. Now it's time to go sleep off your alcohol."

"Awww, mom..." she whined, but didn't really argue. As she was sliding off the bed, however, she gave Andy's cock a quick kiss, the way she had been kissing his lips. It was more of a tease, really. Or maybe a "see you soon"?

"Mmmmmm... precum! Yummy!" she winked at me and left us for the night.

Andy's cock was now completely swollen and stiff. I couldn't leave him in that state. I eased his boxer briefs off (I love how his erection springs back when I do that!) and took him into my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down fast, taking him as deep into my throat as I could with each thrust. It didn't take him long at all. Soon, I got my reward, feeling his cock pulsate and fill my mouth. I swallowed quickly, and was able to not spill a drop. I kissed it one last time and we both fell into a nice warm blissful coma.

It was a holiday weekend, and we all had Monday off. Saturday and Sunday went by somewhat quietly. Dani did insist on giving us each both a good morning and good night kiss. She grew more aggressive each time she kissed me. With Andy, she seemed less sure... intimidated maybe? No, flustered. She was attracted to him but acted quite girlish sometimes around him too. It was adorable and sexy. When she kissed him, she was more timid, as though afraid of rejection. However, on Sunday night when Andy was in the bathroom, she kissed him good night, offering her mouth to his tongue, and squeezed his cock. She then came into my bedroom, kissed me good night, completely fucked my mouth with her tongue, and squeezed my tit hard. That kiss and grope conveyed a simple but strong message - she was going to do what she wanted to me and I was going to accept it.

Monday morning everything changed. It was a bank holiday, so none of us had work or school. Andy and I walked into the kitchen, where Dani was standing, drinking a cup of hot tea. She smiled when she saw us. She was wearing a sheer pink nightgown that barely fell down to her thighs.

"Good morning, sleepy heads. Mommy, come give me a nice good morning kiss. I really want to feel your tongue go deep."

I was a bit shocked by the brazen comment, but that was nothing. As I approached her, she lifted her nightgown and pressed on my shoulder. My daughter wanted me to give her a good morning kiss on her pussy!

My training with Cindy and my growing lust for Dani kicked in, and I dropped to my knees. I leaned in, inhaled the scent of her arousal, and was immediately consumed with lust. I pressed my lips to her bare mound and gave it a soft kiss. Her hand moved behind my head, holding me in place. I looked up at her as I began to lap at her clit. I saw her crook a finger toward Andy, beckoning him closer. Andy didn't need to be asked twice. As I took Dani's clit between my lips, I saw my boyfriend give my daughter a kiss that was so deep, so passionate, so intense, that I literally felt her knees grow weak.

I began to press my tongue inside of her wet cunt as Andy pressed his into her wet mouth. It was incredible! Being on my knees as I was, I couldn't help but notice his erection growing out of his pajama pants. He had fallen asleep naked after my blow job and just threw on the pajama pants on the way down. As it so often has lately, when my two greatest loves are kissing each other, my hand found Andy's cock. This time, instead of stroking it, I gripped it and pulled on it, urging him forward. Grasping his cock at the base, I rubbed his cock head up and down Dani's slit. Her knees buckled and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He stepped forward, pushing her against the cupboard, and I helped him enter her.

She whimpered into the kiss, sucking on his tongue and lifted her left leg up to give Andy better access. Still on my knees, I watched as he began to fuck her hard and fast. Their passion for each other that had built up so quickly was quite evident in their fucking. It was honestly beautiful. There was a pit in my stomach as I knew that Andy had almost forgotten me now, and had his full attention on my daughter.

"Oh fuck, Andy, your cock feels so good! Uh! Fuck! Uh! Fuck yes!" Dani gasped. Andy was far less coherent, grunting primally as he does when he loses control. My boyfriend was about to cum inside my daughter, and God help me, I couldn't wait!

Her legs wrapped around him and he set her on the edge of the counter. He was fucking her so hard, deep, fast, his orgasm close. I could see his shoulders start to tense. They were still making out like long lost lovers as his orgasm hit him. He buried himself balls deep in her cunt and began to unload inside of her. His orgasm triggered her orgasm, and she clung to him like a koala bear, just trying to hold on, loving the way his cum felt as it sprayed inside of her, and riding out her orgasm.

Still on my knees, I rubbed his ass as they came back to earth. As he withdrew his cock from her gorgeous cunt, I immediately caught it in my mouth. It was coated their combined juices and I sucked him clean of every bit. I knew he would be sensitive, so I tried not to overstimulate him, but dammit, I was fucking greedy now! I looked up, and they were still kissing. The pit in my stomach grew and got harder, but my own pussy got wetter.

"You're such a good Mommy. You deserve a reward. You may suck Andy's cum from my pussy." Dani taunted me. Fuck! She was a natural... or had I helped encourage this side of her?

"Thank you, baby. I'd like that." I leaned in, wrapped my lips around her pussy lips, and began to take deep swipes inside with my tongue. I curled my tongue, digging out as much of the cum as I could get, lapping as deeply as I could.

"Fuck, Mommy, you're such a dirty cunt licker! But you're sooooo fucking good! I can tell you've missed being on your knees before a superior younger woman."

I was burning. Shame. Arousal. Jealousy. Betrayal at having her reveal some of my past to Andy that I hadn't told him about yet. And pure lust. "Mmhmmm..." was all I could muster as I serviced my daughter's pussy to my best ability.

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It's been two weeks now, and Dani sleeps in my bed with Andy every night. I sleep in my bed most nights, but sometimes she makes me sleep in her room. One night, she made me sleep on the floor of my own room as they fucked. I masturbated so hard that night! Most nights, if I am allowed to sleep in "their" bed, I'm forbidden from having an orgasm. On those nights, my role is to assist them... using my mouth to make him harder or her wetter, guiding his cock inside of her just like I had first done that fateful Monday morning, or simply telling them how beautiful they look when he is on top her, missionary style, and her hands rake down his muscled back.

I never expected any of this to happen. I certainly never planned for it to happen, at least not consciously, but I'm amazed each day at what our family has become. Sometimes, that pit in my gut makes my orgasms even more intense. Other times, it keeps me awake at night wondering what the fuck I have done. In the end, though, my beautiful daughter is now my beautiful Queen - a princess no more. And I glow when I look at her. A proud mom looking up at her gorgeous daughter from the floor, before I bury my face between her legs.

"Guess what, Mommy. Andy and I may look at rings later today. Don't worry, he'll look for something for you as well. Maybe a clit ring or a nipple ring. Or maybe tattoo. We both want you to be a part of our wedding and honeymoon, and our life together afterward of course. We just haven't yet decided how we're going to mark you or brand you. Oooh, there's an idea! We could brand you! Maybe get a two female symbols and a male symbol linked together on your ass - with one female symbol being beneath the other two, of course. I think my new husband will love that idea, don't you, Mommy? Though maybe just a tattoo."

My head was swimming. My heart skipped a beat when she mentioned having me branded. I actually looked at her enthusiastically when she reconsidered to "only" having me tattooed. Tears threatened my eyes - whether from jealousy at marrying the man I wanted to marry or because I was so happy for them. I'm not totally sure which. I believe it was probably a combination of the two. And through it all, my betraying cunt was wet.