My Mom - Part III - Mom Arranges Daughter to Sleep with her Son
31-07-2014, 05:29 PM
I love Michael, my son.
I love how he has become the man of the household, I love that he knows what I need sexually.
I love that he has discovered my long lost submissive side.
I love that he uses all three of my holes whenever he wishes, even sharing me with his best friend Frederick has been amazing.
I love the taste of his cum in my mouth, his cum exploding in my pussy and his cum leaking out of my ass.
I love that he is my Master and that I am his submissive.
Yet, it is one thing to make a promise while in the throes of passion, it is another to attempt to fulfill it once clarity hits; his latest expectation of me...to seduce his sister, my daughter, which seems an impossible expectation to fulfill.
Two days before Crystal was to return home for Michael's graduation, Michael asked, while his cock was pounding my ass slowly, his cum still dripping out of my cunt from his last load just a few minutes ago, what my seduction plan was?
"I-I-I don't know," I stammered, distracted by just how good his cock felt in my ass, not to mention I really had no good idea how to make such an impossibility a possibility.
His cock lodged deep in my ass, he stopped fucking me as he pointed out, clearly disappointed by my answer, "Mother, it has almost been a week. She is going to be here in two nights. I expect her on her knees, ready to please me by Saturday evening, is that clear?"
He pulled out and slammed into my ass hard. I screamed, "Buuuuuuuuut hooooooooow?"
"You want my help?" He asked.
"Of course, Master," I purred, trying desperately to get him to assist in this crazy conquest he had in mind. Oddly, when horny, which was often, the idea of seducing my daughter was quite the turn-on; I had already crossed the line in every way possible with my son, doing it a second time with my daughter didn't seem as bad as the back and forth guilt I felt while seducing him. Accepting yourself for who you are and ignoring society's beliefs on incest was very liberating. So was doing research on incest and realizing three things:
1. Historically, it used to be quite common.
2. Although not talked about openly, incest is much more common than let on...once you dig deeper into the underbelly of society's false expectations.
3. The more I accepted the first two, the easier it was to convince myself that there was no better way to show how much I loved my son than to give myself to him unconditionally: mind, body and soul. After all, those are the exact expectations of a woman when she marries a man and that was exactly what I had done with my husband for all those years. In the most simplistic terms, Michael had replaced his father as head of the household and now received the exact same benefits my husband used to enjoy. Plus, as much as I loved my husband, god bless his soul, I love my son even more.
"On Friday take her shopping somewhere to get her a new dress for the graduation ceremony, and then suggest going to a lingerie store as well, telling her you have a new man in your life," he began.
"Okay," I moaned, his cock pumping in my ass a constant distraction. "I am not sure that will be enough."
"Well, if she is as big a slut as her mother, it may be, but I thought while you were bonding with her, I would go do some reconnaissance on her computer," he continued.
"Oooooh," I moaned, thinking this idea seemed like a good start.
"If the eyes are the gateway into the soul of a person, their hard drive is the gateway into the true kink in them," he concluded, something that was pretty hard to disagree with.
On the computer you could research secret kinks, read stories based on such interests, have chats with people with similar kinks and, of course, watch every type of porn imaginable, many of which I never knew existed (Did you know there is cartoon porn site involving many of the cartoon characters we grew up watching? I sure didn't). Since seducing my son, I have watched online incest porn and read lots of incest stories. Each story making my guilt fade away little by little. Since Michael's order to seduce Crystal, I have been reading mother-daughter incest stories trying to find ideas to use to come up with a game plan. Yet, incest stories are exactly that and making such a seduction a reality was way more complex then pen on paper.
"That's a good idea," I moaned, my orgasm starting to build, my greatest orgasms coming from anal sex (strange but true).
"And just to add a little motivation to your task," he announced, surprising me by pulling out of me, he loved coming in my ass.
"Whaaaat?" I whimpered, frustrated he had pulled out with me so close to orgasm.
He moved around and shoved his pulsing, stiff cock in my mouth and began fucking my mouth as he explained, "You are not allowed to come until your task is completed."
My eyes went wide; the gravity of his expectation and the consequences of failure were now clear. I would have responded, but his cock was fucking my mouth, his balls spanking my chin with each thrust forward. I usually loved his aggressive need to come approach, but with my orgasm so close and knowing I was no longer allowed to come, I was super annoyed.
He continued, "You can still get your daily dose of my cum with blow jobs but you are not allowed to cooooome."
His sweet white stuff exploded in my mouth and I focused on swallowing it all like I had been trained to do, wasting cum was way worse than wasting booze. He slowed down as I milked his cock for every last trace of his addicting sperm.
Finally, he pulled out and continued the conversation as if it hadn't been interrupted when he shot his load in his mother's mouth, "Is that understand, Pet Mommy?"
"Yes," I answered, stretching my mouth after the quick pounding it just took.
"You don't like the idea?" He asked, clearly catching my disappointed tone.
"May I speak honestly?" I asked, looking up at him.
"Of course," he shrugged, his cock beginning to shrink before me. It really is one of the real great wonders of the world, the beauty of a cock growing to an aroused state or a just-shot-its-load-cock slowly going back into sexual hibernation.
"I am very close right now, Master," I explained, praying for sexual release.
"All the better for you to really understand the full depth of my expectations of you, I want Crystal as my graduation present," he answered.
"I just don't know if I can do it," I admitted.
"I know you can, Mom," he said, putting his cock back in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around giving his cock a quick wash before he pulled out and said, "Now, no more of this defeatist mindset, is that understood?"
"Yes, I understand," I answered, adding jokingly, "May I go and have a cold shower?"
"Does that work for women?" He asked with a chuckle.
Standing up, I answered, "I'm about to find out."
Although the coldness didn't distinguish the burning flame entirely, it cooled down the fire inside enough to let me think straight.
The next two days were torture as I tried to resist the temptation to come, especially when each morning wake up and evening bed time included me swallowing a load of Michael's cum. I wanted him in my cunt and ass, I wanted to be fucked, pounded, and used. Yet, each time Michael only reminded me of the task at hand.
When not being used as a cum deposit, or working, I was reading sex stories, chatting with online mothers who had seduced their daughters (if they were really mothers) and trying to formulate a plan that had a chance of working. In the end, a mixture of flattery, intimate contact and open conversations seemed to be the key...and, of course, booze. The problem was I was on a very strict timeline.
The morning of the day Crystal was to arrive, Michael deposited a load down my belly for breakfast and asked, "So, is my pet excited for her new task?"
"I'm excited to be allowed to come and to make you happy," I answered.
"You don't want to seduce your daughter?" he asked, his tone implying he was actually surprised by this possibility.
"More scared than anything," I answered. "Even though I knew it was technically wrong when I seduced you, I knew it was your fantasy."
"That it was," he smiled, his beautiful cock beginning to shrink.
"But Crystal...first of all girls are different," I began.
"Oh, I beg to differ," he quipped back, tracing my lips with his cock.
"Okay, but I am the exception," I smiled back, licking the bottom of his cock.
"Well Crystal looks like you, has the same body as you and the same quirky personality as you," Michael pointed out.
"So if Mommy is an incest slut, Crystal must be an incest slut too?" I quipped, moving my tongue to his balls, something I had never done to him before.
"It's a theory," he moaned, as I took one of his balls in my mouth.
I didn't respond as I pleasured one ball and then the other.
"Shit Slut, you never cease to surprise me," he moaned softly.
"I aim to please," I replied.
"That you do, Mom," he agreed, calling me mom without any derogatory words before it or after it was rare when we were alone. I was used to pet mommy or mommy slut, mommy whore, mommy slave or the past couple days just 'cum bucket'.
I slid my tongue back up his stiff rod wishing he would just fuck me hard.
As if reading my mind, "Does Crystal's mom want her back door plugged?"
Using my daughter's name was strange, yet I responded, playing along, "Yes, Master, Crystal's mom would love her back door to be pillaged."
"Show me that ass," he ordered.
If there were an obedience speed Olympics event, I am sure I would have set a new world record as I quickly got in position offering my ass to my son.
"You are such a good bad mommy," he commented, his cock now between my ass cheeks, teasing my hunger.
31-07-2014, 05:29 PM
"Please Master, I need it soooo bad," I begged, my hunger for his cock more addicting than nicotine.
"What are you willing to do for it," he asked, the head of his cock just pushing into my tight rosebud.
"Whatever you wish, Master," I responded, so horny I would walk into church, drop to my knees and blow our minister during his sermon if ordered.
"You will eat your daughter's pussy?" He questioned, his beautiful cock so close to filling me.
"I'll be her mommy-slut too if you want, Master. I'll make sure she is in stockings for you on Saturday when I offer up your sister as a gift for you," I answered, the idea turning me on more than I thought it would.
"If you promise she will be my slut by Saturday night I will let you come from a good hard ass fucking," he offered, as his cock broke through and slid in my wanton ass.
"Yeeeees," I screamed, a two day withdrawal two days too long.
He started slow but I begged, "Don't make love to Mommy's ass, baby, pound it."
Obliging the unique mother request, he slammed into my ass filling me so fully that my orgasm began bubbling inside me after just a few strokes.
"Oh God, Michael, I love your cock in my ass," I screamed. "Promise me you will never stop using Mommy."
"That is one promise I know I can keep," he laughed between deep hard thrusts.
He fucked me deep and hard for a while until my orgasm was inevitable.
"Oh yes, Michael, I looooooove yooooooou," I screamed like the slut I was, as I came from being ass fucked from my son.
"I love you too, Mom," he replied, even as he continued hammering away as my orgasm coursed through me.
"Fill my ass with your cream, baby, I want to walk around all day with the constant reminder of you," I said, the thought so nasty that another gush of pleasure pulsated through me.
"Fuck you are such a hot little slut, Mom," he groaned.
"Just your slut, son," I moaned back, as my ass began bouncing back on his cock, my ass clenching as I tried to milk his cock dry.
"And Frederick's," Michael reminded, memories of my first double penetration flooding back to me, causing a second orgasm to begin building inside me.
"Yes, and your best friend who you shared your mommy-slut with," I agreed, wishing I had a second cock for my cunt now and maybe even a third to blow, another fantasy I had not yet fulfilled.
"And soon you will have either a Mistress or a pet of your own," he added, throwing in another wrinkle to the upcoming seduction of my college daughter. I just assumed I would be the submissive, but making my demanding daughter my pet...well, that was suddenly a delicious idea.
I asked, "Do you want your bitchy sister to be my mistress or Mommy's little cunt slave?"
"Both sound delicious, but it would be awesome to see her knocked down a peg or two," he answered, as I continued riding his cock with my ass.
"I'll make her my little eager cunt-licking, cocksucking, ass fucking submissive for us," I moaned, getting drawn into the nasty seduction, a second orgasm inevitable.
"Shoot, Mom, you know just the right words to say."
A few more hard bounces back on his stiff rod and I was about to burst as I begged, "May I come again, my son, my master?"
"You really are insatiable," Michael responded.
"You turned on my long dormant inner slut, baby, and it has no intention of ever going back into slumber," I squealed back, holding back the inevitable earthquake.
"Don't you dare cum until I do, slut," he ordered.
"Okay, baby," I moaned, knowing that as soon as I felt my son's seed fill my back door my orgasm would follow instantly. It seemed I had an ass trigger as absurd as that was. Knowing he liked dirty talk, I asked, "Should Mommy go and buy a nice big strap-on to fuck your sister?"
"Shit, yes," he grunted, clearly close.
"Or maybe a double-ended dildo so we could fuck each other, our stocking-clad feet pressed together," I continued, turning myself on as I tried to get him off.
"Here it comes, you cum slut," he grunted, the second his cum shot inside my ass my own orgasm triggered as I came simultaneously.
I continued slowly moving back on his cock as we both enjoyed the after effects of our orgasm.
Pulling out eventually, Michael said, "I really do love you, Mom."
"I love you too, son," I replied, the soft words warming my heart.
The brief minute of intimacy was short lived as Michael spanked my ass and ordered, "Now go and make my sister our slut."
"Yes, Master," I agreed, a little more excited about the possible seduction now that I thought of it in terms of her being my pet and not the other way around. Crystal had been a handful to raise, unlike Michael who was pretty simple. The thought of disciplining her sexually somehow made Michael's demand exciting to attempt to complete...plus the payoff would be awesome.
All day at work, I was distracted thinking about the next 48 hours and the seemingly impossible, yet incredibly intoxicating possibility.
That evening, after swallowing loads from both Frederick and Michael, I headed to the airport to pick up Crystal. I had butterflies in my stomach as I contemplated the task at hand.
The flight was late and Crystal, being Crystal, was in a foul mood as she ranted about the inept stewardesses and the turbulence as if the gods were after her.
Trying to be a normal mother, once in the vehicle, I asked about her first year and about how the summer job was going, college already done, and how she enjoyed the west coast. I learned her job working as a secretary at a dental clinic was mind-numbingly boring, she loved the ocean but hated the cool breeze and she was on a 'I hate all men' phase.
An opening given, I joked, "Well, you could be a lesbian."
She laughed, "I am seriously considering it."
Trying to keep the conversation going, I admitted, "Can't deny I don't miss my college days."
Crystal's eyes went big. "Mom, are you implying what I think you're implying?"
"I don't know what you think I'm implying, I am just saying I miss the carefree college dorm days," I replied coyly, before adding, another seed planted, "and nights, late, late nights."
Crystal was clearly stunned by my implication that I played around with other girls in college. After a brief moment of silence, she said stunned, "I can't believe you dyked out in college."
"I didn't say I did...as you so eloquently put it...dyke out."
"You implied it," she countered.
"No, you construed it," I countered right back, enjoying the verbal manipulation and frustration and confusion I was clearly causing her.
"So Mother, do you have any naughty secrets from your past?" Crystal asked, seemingly impressed her old bag of a mother may have been wild when younger.
"Do you?" I countered, continuing to elude answering her questions.
"Are you asking your daughter if she is s dyke?" Crystal asked, clearly surprised by my strange behaviour.
"Dyke is such a crude word," I replied, continuing to manipulate her, trying to draw her into my web of seduction as I tried to feel her out.
"Sorry, Mother," she said, her tone implying she was annoyed by me. Using her bluntness she was usually known for she asked, "Did you lez out back in college?"
"Define lez out," I requested.
"You are more frustrating than my last boyfriend was," she said, exasperated by my answers. She asked bluntly, "Licking pussy, munching cunt."
"Crystal," I said scolding her, "watch your language."
"Are you kidding me?" She asked.
I glared at her for a moment before breaking in laughter and answered her question vaguely, "I too was young and carefree once."
"So you did?" she asked clearly wanting to hear the words out of my mouth.
"Did I eat pussy and munch cunt?" I asked with a smile, repeating her foul language, she still unaware just how dirty my mouth was or what it had been filled with daily ever since my seduction.
"Mom, what has gotten into you?" she gasped.
"That is a rather personal question," I joked, as we rolled into the driveway.
"I can't believe this conversation," Crystal said, her tone portraying just how overwhelmed she was by the frank, yet vague, conversation.
"You're an adult now Crystal," I said, putting my hand on her leg. I softened my tone as I said, "I want us to have a much deeper relationship than mother and daughter," the real meaning of my words much more sinister than it sounded.
"Really?" Crystal asked, used to her and I bumping heads more times than not, although I hoped to be doing a whole different type of bumping with her soon.
"Of course, honey. You're turning twenty soon. I want our relationship to move to another level, "I explained, staring into her blue eyes, my pussy wet with intent.
Crystal was so surprised by the shift in our mother-daughter relationship, she said, "Cool," still sounding like a teenager, which she technically was.
I gave her leg a firm squeeze as I added, "Of course, I am still your mother, and I always know what is best for you."
31-07-2014, 05:29 PM
"There she is," Crystal smiled.
"There who is?" I asked, although I knew exactly what she went.
"The mother I know," she countered, laughing gently.
Leaving her with ominous implications, I responded as I opened my door, "Oh honey, I know you think you know me, but you only know me as your mother, not as a woman."
Before she could respond, I got out of the car allowing my words to fluster her. I was thrilled with just how well the drive went, the seeds of seduction slyly planted.
That night, Crystal went out to see some friends after agreeing to go shopping with me tomorrow afternoon. The plan was I would work half a day, pick her up for lunch and then go get new outfits for both of us for Saturday's graduation ceremony.
Michael and Frederick went out as well, going to a nine o'clock movie leaving me home alone. Happy with my progress, I drew myself a bubble bath and relaxed knowing tomorrow was going to be potentially another life-altering seduction.
Friday morning, Michael had school and woke me up with his cock tapping my lips.
I groggily woke up, the bubble bath apparently assisting in giving me a great night's sleep and I asked, "With Crystal home?"
"She didn't get home until after two, she won't be up for hours," Michael explained, filling my mouth before I even fully opened it.
In my position, I couldn't suck his cock instead just allowing him to slowly fuck my mouth. After a few minutes of slow fucking my mouth, he pulled out, tugged me out of bed, and guided me to my natural place of obedience on my knees before him. He shoved his throbbing member back in my mouth, put his hands on my head, and began pounding my face. His balls bounced against my chin as his cock violated my throat.
Michael must have been fantasizing about adding a second submissive incest slave as he was more rough and aggressive than usual, I even gagged slightly a couple of times.
Finally, without warning, Michael's cum filled my mouth and I gagged again, some cum dripping out of my mouth and onto my pajamas and the floor.
Disappointed in myself for gagging and spilling some of his sweet seed, as soon as he pulled out and released my head from his vice-like grip, I leaned to the floor and licked up the small puddle of white goo.
"One day," was all Michael said as he left my room, as I got off the floor and began my day.
I dressed in a black knee high skirt and black thigh highs that I hoped would be a conversation piece when we were trying on dresses. I finished the outfit with a black lace bra and a blue patterned blouse that fit tight around my breasts.
I texted Crystal at eleven to make sure she was awake and surprisingly she was, although she hadn't showered yet. I told her I would pick her up around quarter after twelve.
I arrived home and Crystal came out surprisingly in a flowery sun dress, although not surprisingly she wasn't wearing nylons, something I would have to change. In the car, she asked, looking at my attire, "Are we going somewhere fancy?"
I laughed, "Did I use to dress that poorly that this is fancy?"
She responded, "I didn't mean that. You look very good, it actually makes you look younger."
As I started driving, I said, "That is the nicest thing you have ever said to me."
Crystal was in a lot better mood this morning and we chatted about her idea of changing her major to become a high school teacher which surprised me a bit, but I was just happy she finally seemed confident in her choice.
We had a great lunch where I skirted anything that would be remotely edgy, keeping the conversation light and relaxed.
It wasn't until we were walking into the upscale clothing store that I began the seduction. I asked, "So what were you thinking of wearing tomorrow?"
"I truthfully hadn't put any thought into it," Crystal shrugged.
"I thought we would really have some fun and get really dolled up," I said as we reached the cocktail dresses.
"Aren't these a bit too classy for a high school graduation," she asked as I reached for a fire truck red dress.
"You can never be too classy," I shrugged.
"If you say so," Crystal responded.
"Trust me," I countered as I handed her the red dress.
"For me?" She asked, clearly surprised.
"You'll look really hot in this," I said, trying to build her confidence.
"It is kind of expensive," she said, seeing the price tag.
"My treat. Every woman should have two dresses at their disposal: a sexy slinky black fuck me dress and an elegant tease all gown."
"Mother, a fuck me dress?" Crystal said, again surprised by my language, before adding, "I don't have either," she replied.
"Well, time to rectify that," I smiled, before adding, "Go try it on."
"Okay," she said, a twinkle of excitement in her eyes.
I grabbed a dress for myself, gold, moved to another area where I looked at a couple of sexy little black numbers and headed into the dressing room area. Surprising my daughter, I knocked on the door.
"Just a second, Mom," Crystal replied.
I waited a few seconds before she came out looking radiant, although the dress was a size too big.
"You look gorgeous," I complimented.
"It is a bit too big," she said.
"I'll get you another size," I smiled, joking, "I forgot you are a bit slimmer than me."
"Oh, you are in amazing shape, Mom," Crystal replied.
"Thanks honey," I said, pulling her in for a big hug.
I held on a bit longer than a normal mother-daughter hug and allowed my hand to rest briefly on her ass. Breaking the hug, I said, "Go get undressed, I'll get you a smaller size."
Crystal returned to the dressing room as I grabbed another size.
When I returned, I walked right in her room as if it weren't a big deal.
"Mom!" Crystal said surprised, only in bra and panties, sadly unflattering grandma panties.
"Honey, we are two adults," I countered, as I handed her the dress, "besides I've seen you in swimsuits that covered less."
She sighed but took the dress and put it on, as I started getting undressed myself.
Again she seemed surprised as she asked, "Mom! What are you doing?"
"Trying on a dress," I answered, as if the question was obvious.
By then, my skirt was down and Crystal gasped, "Where are your panties?"
I answered, "In my drawer."
"Why are you not wearing any?" She asked, staring at my shaved pussy.
"I like the thrill of dressing sexy underneath," I replied, adding the sexual naughtiness to our conversation, "Plus, I don't want anyone having to eat a hair pie," I replied, each answer revealing a bit more of the new me.
"Oh my God," she gasped, still staring at my shaved cunt.
"That's what she said," I quipped back.
"And you are wearing stockings?" she continued, clearly stunned by the new me.
I shrugged, "Actually, they are thigh highs and they make me feel sexy and give easier access, if you know what I mean."
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," Crystal gasped again, stunned by my frank sexual innuendo.
"What?" I asked. "You do know your mother has sex, don't you? Quite a lot actually."
"Please stop," she replied, as she covered her ears.
I laughed, as I took off my blouse and put on my dress, Crystal did the same.
"How do I look?" I asked her; she was clearly rattled by the TMI I had just revealed.
"Good," she answered.
"Ouch," I replied.
"What?" She asked, surprised by my reaction.
"No woman wants up be told they look good. It is such a generic term," I said, before adding, "for example, you look radiant in that dress."
"I do?" She asked, surprised by my word choice.
"And alluring and sensual," I added to the flattery.
Her face went red, obviously surprised by my excess flattery and word choices.
"That said, it is missing one thing," I said, before adding, "wait here."
Crystal began to ask what it needed but I left before she could finish asking.
I grabbed a pair of mocha thigh highs which would definitely enhance her legs with the red dress and returned to the changing room.
Once back in the room, I opened the package and instructed Crystal, "Sit down, dear."
"What? Why?" She asked, still a bit rattled by my strange behaviour.
"Just sit down," I ordered, my tone implying a lack of patience.
She obeyed as she sat on the bench in the room her facial expression perplexed. The package open, I quickly and expertly, rolled a stocking up and then knelt in front of her. The sheer shock in her eyes was hilarious as I ordered, "Lift your foot up, honey."
She did even as her facial expression showed utter confusion.
I rolled the stocking up her leg, going slowly, trying to tease her in the process.
"Lift up, dear," I instructed as the lace top got close to her thigh.
Although it was obvious she was taken aback by my more authoritative behaviour, she obeyed, lifting up her leg so I could finish putting the stocking on. Once on, I replicated the slow, slightly sensual putting on of the second stocking where she, without instruction, lifted up her leg to allow me to finish putting on the second stocking.
"Stand up," I ordered; beginning to think Crystal may indeed be submissive.
"Wow," I said, grabbing her hand and leading her to the big mirrors just outside the changing room.
Looking at herself in the mirrors her demeanour changed as she stared at herself as if not believing it was her.
"You look radiant, Crystal, absolutely gorgeous," I sugar-coated the flattery, although I was telling the truth, she did look radiant."
She remained speechless. I whispered into her ear, "Every senior boy is going to want to fuck you, while every senior girl will wish she was you."
"Mom!" Crystal gasped, my hot breath directly on her ear, clearly distracting her.
"Or eat you, if that is your thing." I added, smiling deviously.
"Mom!" She repeated.
"What, isn't being bi the new 'in' thing?" I asked.
"Mom!" She said yet again.
"Sorry, Crystal, it is just I have regained my sexual appetite recently, and it has really played havoc with my naughty innuendo talk," I explained.
"TMI," she said covering her ears.
I took her hands in mine and said looking directly at her. "Crystal, I don't have many girl friends and I was hoping you and I could have some frank discussions about life, love and sex."
"This is just too weird," she answered.
"I know, but pretend I am not your mom, but just another girl chatting," I said, before adding with puppy dog eyes, "Will you please do that for me?"
"O-o-okay," she stammered, unsure.
"Stay here, I am going to get you the right panties for this outfit," I said, before adding, "unless you want to go commando."
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She laughed finally, the ice wall of awkwardness breaking down, as she said, "I think I will probably wear some panties to a high school function, as should you."
"That is what makes it even more fun," I smiled. "No one knows that underneath the reserved mommy exterior is a sexy, horny MILF ready to get fucked."
"Oh my God, what has gotten into you," Crystal gasped.
"Not what I need," I quipped, leaving her before the conversation could continue, letting my naughtiness marinate in her head.
My phone vibrated and I checked the new message.
I did the recon on her computer. The results are not completely conclusive, but she reads a lot of online porn. A lot of it is lesbian, although a lot isn't. Much of it seems to have submissive female characters. Although I can't tell if she is sub or domme.
I texted back.
She is sub without a doubt. Any incest stories in her collection of porn?
I grabbed a red thong that couldn't be considered underwear when I got another text.
There were a few, not many, and no brother and sister stories sadly, but there were two or three mother-daughter stories.
This new information in hand, I returned to the changing room and walked in again unannounced. Crystal was still admiring herself in the mirror.
"Take off your panties, my dear."
"Pardon?" she asked again surprised by my words.
"Take off your panties; I have something sexier for you."
"This just keeps getting weirder," she said, but again obeyed me.
Once they were off, I knelt down and said, "Lift up your foot, honey."
She obeyed and I slid the thong up her leg.
Looking at what I had brought, she said, "You call that underwear?"
"Sexy underwear," I shrugged as she lifted her other foot even as she feigned mortification at my choice.
"More like dental floss," she quipped back.
"Sexy dental floss," I retorted as I pulled the thin fabric up her legs.
"I can do it," Crystal said, reaching down.
I let her finish pulling up the thong and asked, "So are you happy with the outfit?"
"It seems a bit much," Crystal said, although she couldn't stop looking at herself in the mirror.
"Every gal needs such an outfit," I countered, before adding, "Plus, like I said before, Mommy's buying."
"Mommy's buying," she repeated, making fun of me for using the word 'Mommy'. "Who can resist that offer?"
"No one will be able to resist you in that outfit," I replied, continuing to coat on the flattery.
"Oh Mommy," she smiled, continuing her playful, unlike her, behaviour. I felt confident I had broken her usual hard shell and opened the door to the seduction I was expected to complete.
"Oh Mommy indeed," I replied, playfully right back, my tone dripping with foreshadowing of those words being used in a different context very soon.
"I should probably take all these off until you pay for them, don't you think?" she asked.
"I suppose that is a good idea," I agreed.
Crystal laughed, "This new mom is a refreshing surprise."
"You have no idea," I replied.
As we got undressed, Crystal began to take the thigh highs off, but I said, "Keep them on and the thong. I got the packaging still for the stockings and the price tag off the thong for them to scan."
"Okay," she shrugged, obeying every order I gave her now with little hesitation or reservation.
We finished undressing and getting dressed in the clothes we came in with, before heading out of the dressing room and towards the check out.
I asked Crystal, "Would you like to have a girls' night tonight?"
"What would that entail?" She asked, not just saying no like she would have in the past.
"Supper and dancing," I shrugged.
"Sounds like fun," Crystal casually agreed.
"It's a date," I said.
"Mom that is so 1980s," she said, old Crystal back.
"I am from the 80s," I protested.
"Dressed as you are you don't look it," Crystal said.
"I'll take that as a compliment," I said as we reached the cashier.
"You should. I meant it as one," Crystal replied, her hand squeezing my ass.
A chill went up my spine at how well the afternoon had gone so far. I paid for our outfits; we hit two more shops to pick up an outfit for our girls' night before we headed home.
At home, Crystal said, "I think I am going to take a nap if we are going out on the town."
"Crystal that is so 1990s," I joked.
"Oh Mom," she said, giving me a surprise hug. "Thanks for this afternoon, it was surprisingly fun."
"Then wait until tonight," I promised. "I have another big surprise in store."
"I can't wait," she said, while yawning.
Once she was gone, Michael, who was playing video games in the living room, came into the kitchen and said, "How is your task coming along?"
"Better than anticipated," I replied, which was true. While I wasn't convinced I could seal the deal of seducing his sister and delivering her to him, especially in this ridiculously tight time frame, I was happy with the many seeds I had planted.
"Let's see if your afternoon really exhausted her or if she is going to her room to masturbate," he said, opening the lap top he had in his arms.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"More recon," he said, as I realized I was looking at Crystal's bedroom just as she walked in.
"You put a camera in her room?" I asked, even though the answer was obvious since I was watching her room live.
"Actually, I did it a few days ago," he said as he sat down. "Want to watch?"
"I don't know," I said, part of me feeling guilty of violating her privacy, another part turned on by the idea of watching and seeing if I had any impact on her.
"In that case, crawl under the table and blow me," he instructed, his eyes never leaving the computer screen.
I sighed, wishing I would have answered differently curious to see my impact, as I obeyed, crawling under the kitchen table, between my son's legs and fished out his cock.
"She is going to her closet," Michael announced, apparently he was going to do a play by play account of everything she did.
I took his cock out, still almost completely flaccid, and awkwardly, in the confined space took it into my mouth.
"Oooh! She has toys in her closet," Michael announced.
I had cleaned her room rather thoroughly while she was away for college so this came as a surprise. I wished I could be watching, but instead slowly sucked Michael's cock as it began to grow in my warm mouth.
"She is on her bed, still dressed in thigh highs, good job Mommy, by the way getting her in nylons, and she is beginning to use a vibrator on herself," Michael announced, as I imagined the scene in my head. Had I turned her on that much? What was she fantasizing about as she pleasured herself? Was her seduction actually possible? These and many other thoughts played in my mind as Michael's cock became rock hard between my lips and I started to bob faster.
I wanted more intel from Michael but he was silent for a long time as I pleasured him from under the kitchen table. Determined to get him off so I could watch my daughter pleasure herself, I bobbed furiously back and forth on his stiff rod.
Unfortunately, before I could get Michael off, Crystal got herself off. Michael said, "She really is a gusher when she comes, Mommy-slut. You will get a good mouthful."
I envisioned being between Crystal's legs, something that seemed so out there when Michael first came up with the idea, but now the possibility had my pussy wet with anticipation.
"Oh my, she is cleaning the toy with her mouth," Michael said, his tone giddy like a teenage pervert and not the Dom he had become.
My head spun with the possibility of making Crystal submit even as I bobbed hungrily on Michael's cock.
"Oh oh," Michael said.
"What?" I asked from under the kitchen table.
"Crystal is coming downstairs," Michael revealed, as I heard him frantically clicking on his computer. "Keep sucking Mommy-slut," he ordered.
I obeyed, realizing I didn't have time to get out from my very compromising position, but was thankful that the long table cloth would hide me pretty well unless she bent down to look for some reason or she heard me.
A few seconds later, Crystal opened the fridge and asked Michael, "Where's Mom?"
"I don't know," he replied, before stirring the pot, speaking in his usual soft, caring, nerdy way, "you look flush, Crystal, are you feeling okay?"
Crystal stammered, "I-I-I'm a bit tired. Just needed a drink and then I am going to take a nap."
"I thought you went to take a nap fifteen minutes ago," Michael goaded her.
The longer Michael continued this conversation with Crystal the more likely I was to be caught. Oddly, the thought of getting caught even though mortifying mentally had my pussy dripping wet.
"I was, but like I said I needed a drink," Crystal said, her tone annoyed like she often was with her little brother.
"Sure, sure," Michael said, implying he didn't believe her.
I heard the fridge close and Crystal say, "Like I care what you think."
Michael didn't respond as Crystal left the kitchen and I, realizing my submissive slut mother secret was still safe, began bobbing faster.
31-07-2014, 05:30 PM
Michael ordered, "Get out from under there, Slut."
I obeyed, thankful to be off my knees. Once I was standing up, he said, his stiff cock wet with my saliva, "Bend over the kitchen table, Mommy, I'm going to fuck your ass."
"With Crystal upstairs?" I asked.
"Now!" He demanded, his voice rising, clearly annoyed at the way his snobby older sister had treated him.
Obeying like the submissive I was, consequences of my incest submission out of my control, I lifted up my skirt, bent over the kitchen table, exposing my cunt and ass him.
"You better teach your slut daughter her place in this house, Mother," he said, as he got behind me.
"Yes, Master, she will soon learn who rules this house," I replied, my body shifting from worried about being caught too excited about getting fucked.
"That's better," Michael purred, as he rubbed his cock up and down from my wet pussy lips to the crack of my ass.
"Fuck me, baby," I moaned, his teasing driving me crazy.
"With your daughter just upstairs?" He questioned mockingly.
"You mean your sister slave very soon?" I purred back, getting into the naughty play.
"Yes, my slutty sister slave and her Mistress Mommy," he countered, as his cock slipped into my cunt.
"Oh yes, Michael, fuck Mommy's cunt," I moaned in a whisper, the idea of being a mistress an added turn on, as was the thrill and fear of getting caught.
"Don't you come, Mommy," Michael ordered. "You can't come unless it is from Crystal's tongue."
"Kkkk," I whimpered, frustrated by the no-coming order, my orgasm bubbling inside me already.
"But you can have my cum," he said, as he continued pumping his cock in and out of my cunt.
After another minute of hard deep fucking, and focusing on not coming, he asked, "Where do you want my cum, Mommy-slut?"
"Wherever you want to put it," I replied, continuing to allow him to make all the decisions.
"Hmmmmm," he groaned, although his tone was more mischievous than pondering. "On your knees, slut."
He pulled out and I quickly spun around and dropped to my knees. Michael stroked his cock and seconds later I saw the first rope of cum shoot out of his cock and into my hair. A second shot hit my forehead before a third smaller shot landed in my open, eager mouth.
As soon as Michael stopped spewing his load on my face, I took his still pulsing cock back in my mouth like I always did to retrieve any last remnants of his seed.
A minute later, Michael pulled out and said, "Did you know there is a lesbian club in town."
Still on my knees, I answered, "No, I didn't."
"It is apparently a pretty famous lesbian club," Michael continued, as he assisted me off my knees.
"Interesting," I said.
"You should take Crystal there tonight," Michael suggested.
"We are going out for a girls' night," I said.
"Perfect," he smiled, leaning in and kissing me. Breaking the soft kiss, he said, "I was going to make you walk in Crystal's room with my cum on your face, but I think I will save that for if you fail tonight."
I gasped at his naughtiness, although relieved for the brief reprieve, "You are such a bad boy."
"And you are such a good mom," he smiled back.
I scooped his cum off my forehead and put it in my mouth. "I doubt I am going to win Mother of the Year."
"You would in my books," he smiled, kissing me again.
"Now go finish your task," he said, slapping my ass, before going back to the living room.
I went and had a cold, cold shower as I tried to cool down, it having kind of worked last time. An afternoon of lesbian innuendo with Crystal, mixed with more sexual risk and humiliation from Michael had me really revved up. Thankfully, although the shower didn't extinguish the fire completely, it did calm me down considerably. As I looked in the mirror, I pondered was I really going to seduce my daughter?
Three hours later, Crystal and I were dressed and heading out for a night on the town.
Michael, who had resumed his docile, nerdy self, complimented us. "Wow, you two look really nice."
"Nice," Crystal said, "We were going for hot."
"Yes, Michael, doesn't Mommy look hot?" I asked.
Michael stammered, "Y-y-you both look very good."
Crystal asked, her tone dripping with seductiveness, clearly playing on her brother's perceived awkwardness, "How good, baby brother?"
I noticed the look in Michael's eyes. He so badly wanted Crystal as his sex kitten, yet knew this wasn't the time. So he continued his nerdy shy charade, as he again said, "S-s-super good."
Crystal broke into laughter as she said, "Michael, you are hopeless."
"Be nice to your brother," I said, my tone motherly again, as we headed out.
A moment later, we were in the car and Crystal exclaimed, "Michael needs to get a woman."
Without even thinking, I replied, "He has one."
"No...way!" Crystal said, her tone implying her shock.
"Yes, and she is absolutely beautiful," I added, complimenting myself.
"Well he needs some social skills then," she continued.
"I think Michael will really surprise you," I said, the thoughts of just how surprised she would soon be humorous.
"How did he meet her?" Crystal asked.
"Oh, they have known each other forever," I cryptically answered.
"How long they been dating?"
"I don't think they are dating, just having sex, but a couple of weeks I guess," I answered.
"What?" Crystal gasped yet again.
"I have heard them going at it," I said.
"In our house?" Crystal asked, unable to believe what I was saying.
"He's an adult too, Crystal," I pointed out.
"So I can bring someone back to the house and have sex?" Crystal asked.
"Hopefully not on the kitchen table or the living room couch, but yes I guess you could," I said, barely able to hold back my laughter thinking back to having fucked Michael on the kitchen table and got dp'd on the living room couch.
"Wow, you have changed since I have gone, Mom," Crystal said, acknowledging the obvious.
"You have no idea," I smiled.
We drove in silence for a few more minutes before reaching the restaurant. As we walked in, we both got a few glances from men. I was dressed in a black dress, black thigh high stockings, that would not be completely covered up when I sat down, and five inch heels. Crystal was in a slightly more conservative, but still sexy as hell, blue dress, with a black belt that helped outline her perfect hour-glass figure, the same mocha thigh high stockings I had purchased for her and three inch heels.
It was obvious during dinner that a middle-aged man here with his wife was checking us out and the waiter, an adorably cute young gentleman, had trouble focusing on his job while talking to us; of course, I added to the situation with my teasing cleavage and flirtation throughout the evening. Dinner was spent catching up as we chatted in more detail about her first year of college, catching her boyfriend cheating on her, changing her major, her summer job and her roommate Vanessa who by the way Crystal talked about her, I wondered if she had a crush on her.
I said, "Vanessa sounds like a sweetheart."
Crystal's eyes spoke volumes as she said, "She really is."
"What is her major?" I asked.
"Education," Crystal answered.
"What is she like," I continued, grilling for information.
"Oh a lot like me. A diva who is used to getting what she wants," she answered.
"Who wins between you two then?" I asked.
"I'm a psychology major, Mother, I can out manipulate anyone," she said, her facial expression implying she was suggesting more than just winning her way with her college roommate.
I briefly wondered if she was seeing through my seduction charade, but then she changed the topic completely.
"I still can't fathom Michael having sex," Crystal said, before adding, "Or that he has had sex more recently than I have."
"Neither could I, but trust me, there is more to Michael than meets the eye," I said, continuing to drop hints.
"This trip is just full of surprises," Crystal said, as she ate her dessert.
We ate our desserts in silence, before I paid the bill and we headed to the next surprise of the night.
On the drive, Crystal asked, "So you are seeing someone obviously."
"Depends how you define the phrase seeing someone," I replied vaguely.
"Mom, you are getting very frustrating with all these cryptic answers," she sighed.
"Sorry, teasing you is fun, especially after all the crap you put me through when you were a teenager," I smiled, laughing softly.
"Fair enough," Crystal said. "I guess I was a handful back then."
"Now you're a different type of handful," I quipped, cupping my breasts at a red light.
"It's been a while since anyone has wanted to cop a feel," Crystal said, beginning to open up about her sex life.
"How long since the breakup," I asked.
"Four months," she revealed.
"I remember going that long," I said, before adding, "Now more than a day and I start going through withdrawal."
"When did you last have sex?" She asked.
"Does oral count as sex?" I quipped back playfully as we reached our destination.
"This just keeps getting stranger," Crystal said, shaking her head.
"Well I hope you are ready to make it stranger," I said, as I parked the car.
"Not sure that is possible," she countered.
"We'll see," I said ominously. Changing topics, again never answering the actual question asked, I said, "Time to dance."
Realizing where we were, she turned to me suddenly serious, "Mom, this is a lesbian club."
"Is it?" I said, feigning surprise.
"Yes, it is the most infamous lesbian club in the country," Crystal said.
"Have you done research on infamous American lesbian clubs?" I playfully countered.
Crystal's face went red, as she stammered? "N-n-no, it's just something you know if you are from here."
"I had never heard of it until someone mentioned it had the best dance DJ in the area," I said, continuing to act casual.
"I'm sure it does, but it is also a lesbian pick up bar," Crystal said.
"Well that should make this even more fun," I said, opening the car door.
"You still want to go in?" Crystal asked.
"More now than ever, it will be fun to see if I am lesbian hot," I quipped, getting out of the car.
Crystal got out of the car and said, "What?"
"Well getting a man's attention is pretty easy, but getting a lesbian or better yet a straight woman's attention now that is the ultimate form of flattery," I said, closing the door.
"I suppose," Crystal said, her head clearly thinking about something or someone.
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