Bitch Mother Part One by Brenda Father died when I was five, and the strongest memories I have of him is the love and affection he always showed me. I was very much Daddy's little girl. Mother was always the exact opposite - very indifferent towards me, even cold. I never received love and affection from Mother... Bitch Mother... yet she never so much as smacked me, nor did she punish me in other ways that a mother might punish a child. Perhaps I was a model child? I find that very hard to believe. Just before I turned fifteen perhaps I rebelled against Bitch Mother's coldness... I let a black man take my cherry pussy. I let him take me in every way a man can take a girl. All three orifices. Maybe I confused sex with the love and affection I never received from Mother. My indiscretion... my grave crime.. led to pregnancy. The gravity of my crime was such that it penetrated Mother's coldness and raised very strong emotions. To say she was furious is putting it lightly. I was taken to a doctor who aborted the pregnancy... then Mother severely punished me... in Mother's own way... I was called before Mother and Grace, Mother's closest friend and only confidante... me quivering in fear as Mother told Grace how thoroughly I had disgraced her, and my need for severe punishment. "This wouldn't have happened if you had let me take you and Brenda as my lesbian sex slaves, would it, Martha?" Grace sarcastically questioned, making Mother blush deeply. I was astounded by what I heard, and even more so with Mother's blushes. There was never a hint that Grace was 'that way' and also Grace was married! Mother and Grace were such good friends and how could Grace even think about using Mother as a lesbian sex slave? My fear was overshadowed by my surprised curiosity as to what kind of relationship Mother and Grace had. What stunned me most was I had never heard anyone talk to mother in such tones - and would not have expected Mother to meekly take it, blushes and all. "I suppose you wish me to punish Brenda and take her as my sex slave?" Grace asked. My asshole tightened as Mother nodded her head mutely. "How strange it is that you tell me this on the very day Henry has left town for three days on business," Grace causticly remarked. "It goes without saying that I will punish the little slut. Any self-respecting white girl would rather die a slow and horrible death than give herself to a nigger. I am going to take a belt to Brenda and whip her without mercy. I am also going to take her as my lesbian sex slave and make her serve me in the absolutely lowest ways. By the time I am finished with her she will not want any man, regardless of color. She is going to become my very dirty lesbian sex slave, Martha. And one of these days you will give in to my desires, and I will also use you in equally dirty ways." Without further ado, and without a peep from Mother, Grace took my arm firmly and led me from the house to her car. ********** I almost wet my panties in fear during the ten minute drive to her house. Mother was 37 and Grace appeared to be a few years older. She looked so ordinary... was so typically upper-middle class and boring... not the type who wanted to make Mother and I her lesbian sex slaves. Not the type who was soon going to whip me with a belt. I had never been so much as smacked, and the thought of being whipped that way pushed all of the other things out of my thoughts. I was terrified! Grace grabbed my arm again as I got out of the car and led me inside the house. It was even larger and grander than ours, and like Mother and I, there were only two people living there; Grace and her husband, Henry. Still firmly clutching my arm, she led me upstairs, where there were six bedrooms. The bedroom next to the master bedroom, Grace pointed out, was her husband's, and that he had slept there since they were married. Grace occupied the master bedroom, of course, and that was our destination. "Strip naked, Brenda. I am going to give you a whipping you will never forget," Grace ordered in a hard voice as she pushed me further into the room. I began to cry as she closed the door and locked it. "Now!" Grace loudly demanded. I obeyed, my hands trembling so much it was a struggle to disrobe. My fear increased as she, too, began to undress. Grace was a head taller, was heavier and stronger than I, yet I had no thought of resisting her intended punishment. Fully dressed, as I had only seen her, she looked very plain in appearance. Not pretty or even attractive - just plain. But as she stood imperiously... gloriously naked... before me... a leather belt in her hand... I knew she was going to punish me very harshly... make me hurt badly... I trembled, frightened at the thought... yet I was seduced by her nakedness. Sexually attracted by her firm breasts with their elongated nipples... my eyes drawn to her very thick dark brown pubic bush... and entranced by her plump ass. I was terrified of being whipped by her, yet Pussy was aroused and she communicated her desires for appeasement to my mind. I was scared half to death, yet I would not struggle or try to resist her punishment. I don't think it was a matter of WANTING Grace's punishment... it was more like I was unable to resist submitting totally to her. Perhaps she read the emotions and conflicts in my face and eyes, or maybe they were irrelevant and only the pursuit of her own lustful passions mattered. "Did you suck cock for that nigger, Brenda," Grace said, touching her hairy pussy with her fingers. "Did you?" "Yes," I replied, dropping to my knees before her. My knees felt like jelly but I think it was Pussy who drove me to my knees. On my knees before the Bitch who was going to punish me and use me as her lesbian sex slave. "Did he cum in your mouth, Brenda?" she asked, her fingers brazenly caressing her pussy, the leather belt dangling... erotically... in her other hand. I nodded yes, my eyes watching her fingers as they teased her pussy. My mind began to assimilate the thought of her impending whipping and being made her sex slave. I nodded yes again when Grace asked if I swallowed George's cum. "Did he piss down your throat, Brenda?" Grace asked, her voice husky with aroused passion. "No!" I replied shocked by the thought of such. "I would have done so if I were him," Grace mused. I was expecting her to be angry like Mother... not sexually aroused. "I shall do that. Before you leave this room I shall piss down your throat, Brenda. Hold both hands up high over your head and do not dare lower them!" The warning was in a sharper tone of voice, yet it expressed sexual arousal rather than anger. I obeyed, torn between watching her finger still at her pussy... the pussy that was going to piss down my throat... and watching her other arm raise... watching the leather belt as it lashed down against my breasts. The pain was searing yet I held the desired position for three more lashes across my naked breasts. The last lash as devastating, causing me to scream in pain and to go all fours on my hands and knees. I began to whimper and cry out with each lash across my shoulders and back. It hurt yet Pussy was wet... she WANTED this... I can't blame it all on Pussy. I was being savagely whipped by a woman who was going to piss down my throat afterwards... and I realized I WANTED it, too... I cried out with a mixture of pain and sexual arousal as I crawled forward just a little... dipping my head, I committed my first lesbian act... freely submitted myself as Grace's sex slave... as I began to lick her toes and the top of her foot as she lashed my back cruelly. "You like it, don't you, Brenda?" Grace sensually purred as she lashed down with all her strength. "I shall take your mother in the very same way. Now I shall make you ass dance for me." Grace moved away to stand behind me and began to lash my ass. "Ass dance for me, Brenda," she commanded in a honeyed tone as she viciously lashed my ass. "Yes... you know exactly what I desire... I shall have you and your mother naked together... I will play with my pussy and watch as I make you lick each other's pussies... The thought of lesbian incest excites me to extremes..." Grace's intentions were shocking. Shocking... but at the same time... highly arousing... both to my mind and to Pussy. Shamelessly, I began to twist and writhe my ass in time and rhythm with each fierce lash. I am sure I could have achieved orgasm if Grace had continued to whip me, but she stopped before I could cum. Dropping the belt, she walked to her dressing table and bent over, resting her hands on the bench. "Come here, slave," Grace murmured as she looked around at me. "Come here and kiss my ass." Pussy was drooling and Miss Clit was bloated and throbbing with primeval passion as I stared at Grace's plump, all woman ass. I whimpered and cried as I crawled to her. Raising up to kneel behind her, I parted the soft yet firm cheeks wide and moved my face closer. My eyes were filled with tears... my nose filled with mucus from crying... yet I could see the dark ass-crack hairs... savored my first smell of that strong, humid scent that all women's asses possess. I was Grace's slave... her lesbian sex slave... in every sense of the meaning, and wished to show it. Miss Clit was pulsing wildly as I pressed my face between the plump cheeks of Grace's ass. My lips touched her asshole and I fear I lost all control when I extended my tongue and touched it against the puckered ring of muscle... as I tasted that slightly bitter, salty taste for the first time. "You like that, don't you Brenda? You like the taste of my ass. No need to reply. Make me cum with you tongue. Make your tongue stiff like a little cock and ass fuck me with it." Grace was panting with pleasure and I was wild with submissive lust as I wormed my stiffen tongue in her tight asshole. I WANTED to be her lesbian sex slave... wanted to please her in any way she commanded.... wanted to be her lesbian sex slave. Miss Clit was soaring in this first 'taste' of submissive lesbian sex as I thought of what Grace had said... about pissing down my throat. I wanted that! "Eat it Brenda! Eat my ass my little lesbian slave slut!" Grace moaned, her legs trembling as my tongue in her asshole brought her to orgasm. The fact that I had made Grace cum with my tongue at her asshole set off my own orgasm. I will never forget the thought that was in my mind as I had my first lesbian orgasm with my first Mistress... that I WANTED Grace to piss down my throat... that I would even let her shit down my throat... ********** Grace stood straight and turned around. "I have a belly full of hot lesbian pee," she said, rubbing her lower tummy. "But first you are going to eat my pussy. Lie on your back, slave." I obeyed, whimpering as my heavily welted back and ass made contact with the soft, thick carpet. Grace ordered me to lay both arms on the floor over my head, then she stood over me, one foot on either side of the pit of my arms. Making a deliberate show of possession of my person, Grace slowly... so erotically... knelt over my supine body, her knees pinning my arms to the floor. I was looking up at the cheeks of her ass but when she settled herself down my nose and mouth were smeared with the thick milky mucus that coated the gaping lips of her labium. Her scent was very strong... very cunty... enough to totally enslave had I not already allowed myself to be enslaved to her person. Grace adjusted herself against my face so that my mouth and nose were smothered by her pussy and crotch. Only when I became desperate did she move slightly to allow me to breathe in what little fresh air I could manage mixed with her slippery cunt cream. As I lay gasping for breath and drowning on her effluvium, Grace murmured about her desire to queen Mother this way with both her pussy and her ass. "You shall be sneezing my pussy juice from your nose quite often like this, Brenda," Grace said when she finally sat back and allowed me to sneeze and gulp fresh air through my mouth. I was both shocked and thrilled by the harsh way she had totally dominated my person with her pussy in that manner, and, thanks to Grace, have found queening to be extremely effective in breaking and taming my own lesbian submissives much later on in my life. Without being told to do so, I raised my head and craned my neck to passionately lap her milky, very slippery secretions. The heady cunty scent was much stronger than the slightly salty but otherwise almost tasteless juices and cum... it is always that cunty scent that makes eating pussy the thrill it always is. My tongue began to romance Grace's stiffen little clittie, and as I breathed in her strong female scent, I knew I would forevermore be a woman's woman. Grace's pleasure became my pleasure and I experienced for the first time a strong sense of worthiness and self-importance. Deep inside, I think many women long for a Bitch to sexually dominate them... to give them that sense of worth and importance. Grace did lovely cummies then pissed heavily in my gulping mouth. I did cummies as I drank her salty waters... as I worshiped and adored her for giving something so intimate... for sharing her pee to be mixed and recycled with my own pee. ********** That I was totally enslaved... head over heels in love... worshiped and adored her... was obvious to Grace. She sent me downstairs to fetch a snack plate of cheese and grapes which I fed her as she reclined against a pile of pillows on her huge bed. She talked of her strong desire to enslave Mother and to force Mother and I into an incestuous lesbian relationship. Her words incited my passions and she teased me, calling me 'Mommy's little lesbian slave girl,' as she touched and fingered my very wet pussy with three fingers. She made a show of sniffing them, commenting on my sexy scent, then licked her fingers clean. Grace had me shamelessly kneel over the plate and moisten each bite of cheese and grapes with my 'girl cream' before offering it to her mouth, thus eating my pussy by proxy. She was my Queen... my Goddess... and she allowed me the pleasure of worshiping her body from toe to breast with my lips... my tongue... my cheek rubbing against her skin like a pussy cat. Grace sighed with pleasure as I tongued and sucked her nipples till they were engorged and stiff... and squirmed in orgasm as I licked her pussy and ate her cummies. She teased me in my repeated but vain efforts to properly tongue her asshole while licking her pussy, making me confess my passion... my strong desire to tongue her asshole. "It's such a filthy thing to do... to lick a woman's asshole... where she shits from..." she teased. "Yet you want it, perhaps for that very reason. I shall give you your heart's desire, but only after I have shit. Will you be so eager to lick me there after I shit, Brenda? To lick and taste me in that most dirty, filthy way? The way that only a lesbian sex slave would lick another woman's ass?" GOD!!! Grace expressed in words my wildest thoughts about my new passion for lesbian servitude to her person, and I replied by shamelessly rubbing Pussy in front of her and begging her to let me lick and taste her shit! "You filthy thing!" Grace exclaimed with mock disgust. Then in a voice that revealed her excitement for my dirty passion for wanting to taste her in that most intimate of all ways: "I'm going to train you, Brenda, to fully eat shit for me and for your mother. Is that what you want? To be enslaved for life with the filthy desire to eat other women's shit?" Grace's words caused Miss Clit to swell and pulse and I shamelessly begged for it... so carried away in deep passion that I begged her for the pleasure and honor of shitting right in my mouth! Grace was as sexually aroused as I, and told me to hurry and fetch several large bath towels from the bathroom. I hastened to obey and she spread them in several layers on the bed and had me lie with my head on them. She straddled my face like she did when she queened and mouth-pissed me, but this time she faced my feet and left my arms free to caress the cheeks of her plump ass. I had begged Grace to shit right in my mouth and she was going to do just that, and it captured my imagination... my entire being... "I have to piss first," Grace murmured as she shifted back, taking my tongue away from her asshole that I had already began to passionately lick in order to pee in my mouth. The flow was not as strong or as lengthy as the first time she used me that way. I realized she was doing what I always do every time I take a shit... I always pee first before shitting... even if I have very recently pissed there is ALWAYS at least a little dribble of pee before each and every shitting. Grace was going to use my mouth as a toilet - and I WANTED IT! It was the most intimate of all lesbian acts... that which binds a Bitch and her slut in a way that any other submissions can not come close in comparison. I kissed, licked and tongued Grace's tight asshole, crying with passion and desire, swearing eternal love and devotion as her slave and personal toilet mouth. "This is going to be the sexiest shit in my entire life," Grace said huskily as I felt her tense and strain... as I felt her tight asshole relax... as I felt touching the tip of my tongue that bitter tasting oily lubricant often produced by the bowels just prior to passing shit. I swooned at that nasty taste, but to me it was not nasty, and never has been since... it is always the most intimate of all acts in a lesbian relationship, and that is how I try to train my submissives to view it. Grace's asshole expanded against my tongue and suddenly my tongue touched against something warm and solid and very bitter tasting... at the same time my nose was filled with the almost overpowering... and highly intoxicating scent of her shit... It was that first time... and remains so to this day... the most THRILLING and intimate sexual act... to taste a lover or Mistress that way... or to bestow that thrill to a lover or submissive... My tongue was forcefully pushed out of the way as Grace's firm, warm turd oozed its way out. Miss Clit was throbbing in her new found shit heaven and demanded that I open my mouth wide to fully receive that which excited her to new extremes. The strand of shit was firm yet easily curled around the outside of my mouth after filling my oral cavity. Grace scrambled off my prone body and frantically began to rub her pussy as she stared down lustfully at me. "Eat it, Brenda. Eat my shit," she repeated several times, her voice ragged with passion as she panted in heat with high sexual passion. I eagerly did just that, one hand petting Pussy and soothing Miss Clit as I used the other to push Graces shit into my mouth. Now comes the difficult task which is utterly impossible to those whose passions are bounded by the very strong taboos normally associated with shit. The taste is bitter - very bitter... not at all repulsive or sickening... is much more intimate than 'eating' pussy for your lover or Mistress in that you actually ARE eating her in the most intimate way possible. Scoff and call me a filthy perverted slut if you care, but will change your tune when you meet Ms Right - then you will cry and beg for it, just as I did... just as I still do... and just as I break my submissives and lead them to that ultimate of all lesbian pleasures... ********** So ends the first part of Bitch Mother. I DO NOT care for long stories or stories that 'cum' in parts. Yet many readers who like my stories seem that way inclined - wishing longer stories. I hereby grant you that request, but to get my own back on you sillycunts, I shall string Bitch Mother out in parts. *giggles* Serves you right for being soooooo nasty (but extremely SEXY with it). I am not vindictive to all of my sisters... well, not most of the time. Wonderful news to share... I have a new young lover who imagined she was a submissive but has discovered her true passions as a 'switch.' What lovely games we play! At the same time as Ms Angie came into my life I met a friend who is becoming very dear to my person. There are too few sluts who write in the genre of... hmmmm... let me contemplate... someone like Karen. But this new friend has the potential to be much better than sad cunt Karen. My new friend has gone so far as to hang out in the women's showers and toilet stalls of a local gym... naked with the exception of sneakers and brown and yellow scarves around her slender neck... waiting to see what nasty items she might find in the vacated toilet stalls. But she stayed away from those toilet stalls and their forbidden fruit long enough to complete her first story. I shall keep her feet to the fire till she blossoms and outshines all who write in her genre. I also receive queries regarding my health. Brenda is doing very well, thank you to those who have inquired. There are others who would like to see this Primeval Pantheress expired... well eat shit and die to you! *shit humor???* *giggles* Part 2 will be 'cumming' shortly.
Bitch Mother Part Two by Brenda Two days later Grace returned me home to Mother. "Has she been thoroughly punished? Have you truly made Brenda your slave?" Those were Mother's first words as we entered the comforts of the lounge. They seated themselves in armchairs and I dutifully knelt on the floor by Grace's legs. "That is what you wished, wasn't it, Martha? For me to take Brenda as my slave... my lesbian sex slave..." Grace smiled. "We will let your daughter reply. Slave Brenda, what do you desire? Pussy? Or cock?" "Only lesbian pussy," I suacilly replied. Oh! To be saying such in front of Mother made Miss Clit peep out and press against the fabric of my tight fitting panties. "What else do you desire, slave?" Grace questioned. "Tell us. We want to hear it." "I... I... " I was at a loss about what Grace wanted. "She is shy," Grace smiled. "What do you like doing for me more than anything else?" I felt so dumb... so stupid! She wanted Mother to hear me say it, for Mother to know what she would soon be doing as Grace's slave. "I... I worship and adore your... your ass, Goddess..." OMG! Pussy was becoming wet and weepy, and Miss Clit very agitated. "I... I long kiss and lick your... your asshole. Goddess, I... I want to drink every pee you do... and I... I... I want to... to eat your... your shit." I heard a shocked gasp from Mother, but only had eyes for Grace. My pulse raced as Grace smiled down at me and I knew I had said the right thing. "Lie on the floor on your tummy, facing me, slave," Grace instructed. "That's it, my obedient slut. Remove my sandals and busy yourself worshiping my feet while your mother and I talk." Grace had beautiful feet, and I took pleasure in letting my tongue slither between her toes, making them wet and squishy with saliva. "Yes, it's true, Martha," Grace purred. I raised my eyes and watched Grace pull her dress up and move her hand inside her panties. "I get my pussy right over slave Brenda's mouth... I pee - and she drinks." "But surely she doesn't eat your... your..." I heard Mother stammer behind me. "No need to look so shocked, Martha," said Grace. "You wanted me to punish her in a way that she would never forget, didn't you... wanted me to take her as my lesbian sex slave?" "I... I... yes," Mother replied. "I'm sure you have heard scandalous stories about what goes on among the girls in private boarding schools. The stories are true, Martha," Grace mused as she caressed her pussy. "I was the prettiest girl, and all of the senior girls were wet in their panties to get my pretty face in the naked crack of their ass... to hear me cry and whimper as I pay lewd homage with my lips and tongue to their asshole. It was called the 'scum-buss.' Pamala, the school's athlete, was the first to take me that way during my very first week at the school. She and three of her friends caught me in a wooded area outside the school's boundary. That was a major crime, punishable by a harsh whipping with a leather strap, and I begged them not to report me. They relented, on condition that I gave them each the scum-buss." "I was made to lay on the ground, and watched as the older girls removed their panties. Pamala stood over me and raised her uniform skirt up around her waist. I whimpered as I stared straight up at her naked ass." "'I know how you feel at the thought of giving the scum-buss to another girl for the first time, Grace,' Pamala said. 'Every girl in this school has given the scum-buss at least once. When you become a senior girl you will find out how much your pussy likes it when another girl gets her mouth and tongue right at your asshole and starts licking. It makes a girl feel dreamy and cum so good. Being the prettiest girl in school, you might as well resign yourself to the fact that every senior girl is going to brown your tongue by demanding that you give them the scum-buss.'" "I whined in protest as one of the girls knelt beside me and pulled my panties off. 'Shush!' Pamala ordered. 'Trudy is going to help break you in by making you want to give us the scum-buss. Open your legs wide and let her lick your pussy. I'm going to sit with my ass right in your face and smother you with it. We call that 'queening.'" "Saying thus, Pamala knelt over my prone body, then settled her firm ass over my face. I whimpered and writhed as the humid scent of Pamala's ass filled my nose. 'Her pussy is already wet,' I heard Trudy giggle, then I gasped as I felt her tongue licking me right in my pussy. Pamala settled herself more firmly over my face and made me desperate for air. When she finally eased up a bite I frantically drew in breath; in doing so I inhaled Pamala's ass scent much deeper. She repeated this a dozen or more times, while Trudy continued to tease my pussy with her tongue." "What they were making me do was dirty and vile, yet I found myself becoming giddy and aroused by Pamala's most intimate scent. With that came a perverse thrill at being so thoroughly shamed by another girl. Trudy's skilled tongue at my pussy was inflaming these passions, sexually arousing me more than I thought possible. 'Please let me give your the scum-buss,' I finally gasped, shocking myself by my desperate desire for it." "'Are you begging me for it, Grace?' Pamala teased." "'Please. I want it,' I begged. 'I want to do it for all of the senior girls.'" "'Do it then you dirty little bitch. Lick my asshole,' Pamala said, moaning her delight as I eagerly touched my tongue against her tight anus. The taste was a lewd salty, bitterish mixture, and while I tongued her asshole, Pamala began to finger her pussy." "Pamala was very vocal in her sexual pleasure, calling me a dirty little shit-licker, and demanding that I worm my tongue right inside her tight shit-hole. I was eager to please her, and felt elated when she panted and moaned in orgasm with my tongue inside her asshole." "I was eager to oblige Donna and Marie the same way them. Trudy had stopped licking my pussy once it was apparent that I was sexually aroused, but I found my subservience to them in this shameful way was arousing me as much as Trudy's tongue at my pussy." "The other girls sniggered as Trudy, the last girl to use me, planted her ass in my face. The strong smell of shit was overpowering and I cried out in surprised alarm. 'Yes, I've just done a big nasty shit, and I'm going to brown your tongue by making you lick my shitty ass clean,' she said, rubbing filthy ass against my nose. What she wanted was so gross and unthinkable, yet I found myself intoxicated by that strong smell of girl-shit. I wanted it... wanted to be used in this lowest of the low manner. Thus I experienced my first real taste of shit. The girls laughed and ridiculed me as I frantically rubbed my pussy, calling me 'Miss Brown Tongue.'" "Word quickly got around to all the other girls, and I was used in a similar manner by all of the senior girls in the school. I would get a note or verbal message from a senior girl directing me to meet her at a specific time to assist her on the toilet and to receive a 'brown-tonguing.' Notice of such meetings with even the less attractive senior girls would immediately make me become wet in my panties with aroused expectations. I truly earned the name 'Miss Brown Tongue.' When I became a senior girl myself, I used all of the pretty girls the same way, from the youngest, to the oldest seniors. From my own personal experiences, I knew the strong bittersweet pleasures a girl feels when she is 'made' to do something so nasty..." "The thought of me taking your daughter as my dirty lesbian sex slave arouses you, Martha. I can see it in your eyes," said Grace as she returned from her musings. "Pull your skirt up and put your hand inside your panties," "Surely you don't suggest that I... I..." Mother stammered. "Obey me Martha!" Grace angrily snapped. "Obedience becomes you," Grace murmured after a long silence. "This is a most pleasant way for two women to pass the afternoon, touching and stimulating ourselves like this, don't you agree, Martha?" "It is something I have never contemplated doing," Mother muttered begrudgingly, trying to regain the pretense Mother always assumed. "I am going to make it much more stimulating for you," Grace said. "Slave Brenda, remove my panties." I knelt up and eagerly obeyed. "Is the gusset wet with pussy passion? And does the seat have nice brown streakies made by my dirty ass?" "Yes, Miss Grace," I replied. "They are very wet with pussy passion and have lovely brown streakies." "Good," Grace smiled. "Crawl over and deliver my intimately dirtied panties to your mother." I hastened to obey, excited and curious about Grace's intentions. Mother seemed confused, and her face was red with embarrassment to be seen by her own daughter with her skirt pulled up and one hand inside her panties. Unable to look me in the eyes, Mother accepted Grace's panties with her free hand. "Now crawl back over here, slave Brenda, and lick my pussy," Grace ordered as she pulled her loose-fitting skirt up around her hips, completely revealing her hairy crotch. That Grace was as aroused as I with her lesbian seduction of Mother was obvious by the creamy wetness of her pussy and her already bloated clit. I loved Grace for taking me as her slave and would do anything she commanded, and licking her pussy in front of Mother was an unimaginable reward. I was unable to see anything, but heard everything that was said. "Have you ever wondered how another woman in sexual heat smells, Martha?" Grace asked in honeyed tones. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm... or have you ever imagined the intoxicating sexual effect engendered by the scent of another woman's dirty ass?" "I... I... wouldn't know..." Mother stammered. "Ah! Now is your chance. Smell my brown streakies. Go on, Martha, smell them." "I... I... I..." Mother whined. "Smell them! Now!" Grace demanded. "Obey me, Martha!" I heard Mother whimper. A few moments later Grace resumed her soft honeyed tone of voice. "Now smell my wet pussy passion. Keep your hand inside your panties and touch your pussy as you sniff." OMG! Mother was actually smelling Grace's dirty panties! After a long moment my excitement grew as Grace remarked: "By the way your hand is moving in your panties it is obvious that the dirty smell of my ass and the aroma of my pussy passion make you want to cum. Isn't it so, Martha?" Mother whimpered in response. "Yes, you are quite infatuated by my dirty panties. I can see it in your eyes. Acknowledge to me this is so. I wish to hear you say it. A mere 'yes' will suffice, Martha." "I... I... yes..." Mother whimpered after a long pause. "My most intimate scents make you feel sexually submissive to my person, do they not?" Grace purred. "I... I can't help myself," Mother groaned. "There's something else you wish to do with my dirty panties, is there not? I know you are too ashamed to say it," came Grace's honeyed tones. "You wish to cum with the most intimate taste of me in your mouth. You want it, don't you, Martha?" "Please, Grace. Please don't make me do it... please..." Mother pleaded. "Ah! But that is what you want... to be made to obey," Grace purred. "You want the dirty, sexy, taste of me in your mouth. Obey me, Martha. Let your pride mingle with my most intimate tastes and swallow it all down." Mother sobbed with self-pity and a short moment later Grace caressed my hair with both hands. "Mmmmmmmmmm... What a dirty, lesbian slut you are becoming, Martha," came Grace's sensuous voice. Mother was actually doing it! She had Grace's dirty panties in her mouth! Miss Clit was having a fit and Pussy was flowing like a river as I redoubled my efforts with my lips and tongue at Grace's clittie. "Suck hard, Martha, I wish you to remove my brown streakies," panted Miss Grace as she worked her pussy against my mouth. Both women began to moan and pant heavily in extreme sexual heat. Mother cummed first, shortly followed by Grace, who gripped my head tightly and ground herself roughly into my mouth. "That was the most intense orgasm you have ever experienced, wasn't it, Martha?" said Grace lazily as she basked in the afterglow of pleasure. "I... I... yes, Grace..." Mother agreed, still breathless. "It is Miss Grace from now on, do you understand, slave Martha?" Grace purred. "Yes... Yes, Miss Grace..." Mother capitulated with a whimper. "I have thoroughly enjoyed the cat and mouse game we have been playing, Martha... your lesbian seduction and enslavement to my person. I could take you right now as my lesbian sex slave and you would yield. But I shall make you come begging to me in the intimacies of my own boudoir." "I have four pairs of soiled panties in this silk bag. I often smell and suck on my own panties when I play with my pussy. You are to keep my dirty panties under your pillow and use them every night in bed as I myself so often use them. When you cum, it will be with the thought of having the taste of my pussy and dirty ass in your mouth. Do you understand, slave Martha?" "I...I... yes. I... I will obey you, Miss Grace," Mother whimpered with shame. That pushed me over the edge and I whimpered in orgasm. "Hearing what a dirty lesbian slut her mother is has made slave Brenda cum," Grace laughed, much to Mother's humiliation. "I demand that every pussy stain... and every brown streaky... be sucked clean before you return the panties to me, do you understand, slave?" "Yes... I... I understand. I... I will obey you, Miss Grace," came Mother's shameful response. Miss Grace gave Mother time to compose herself before she released my head from the erotic embrace of her thighs. They began to chat as if nothing amiss had happened, and I was sent to my room. I stretched out in my room and urgently fingered Pussy and Miss Clit as I tried to take in everything that had happened in the lounge. I whimpered in my submissive arousal as I realized I wanted Mother to take me as her dirty lesbian sex slave. I wanted it as much as I wanted to be Miss Grace's slave. But Mother was so cold towards me. Then a thought occurred to me. Rising from the bed, I went to the bathroom, and from the laundry hamper, I fished out three pairs of Mother's dirty panties. Back in my own room, my hands trembled as I looked at Mother's panties. I moaned with delight as I found they were nicely stained. I whimpered and moaned as I sniffed then licked the brown streakies in the seat of her panties. My tongue savored the salty taste of her pee and pussy stains in the crotch, and I became lost in wild fantasies of Mother using me for the dirtiest of lesbian pleasures. After extreme passions abated I realized I could not tell Mother what I desired. I could cry and beg to her, but knew Mother would refuse to use me the way I desired to be used. But if she was sucking Miss Grace's dirty panties clean, I would do the same with hers, and let her know by leaving them on the floor right in front to her bedroom door. Perhaps that would anger Mother sufficiently to severely punish me. The thought of her whipping me without mercy roused Miss Clit again, and I quite exhausted myself with wanton pussy play. Thus began my own cat and mouse game... with Mother. ********** To be continued...
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