Veronicas hidden desire
By Mr. Friendly
"Shut the door," Cleo whispered to her one-year-younger sister as they sneaked into their mother's bedroom. They had both learned that it's better to take than to ask when it comes to borrowing party money.
Alexia bent over to reach the lower drawer where their mother Veronica usually hides her purse. "Find anything?" Cleo asked while parking her round apple ass on the bed.
"Jackpot!" Said Alexia and waved four, fifty-dollar bills in the air. Her long and brown honey-colored hair swung by the breeze.
"Found anything interesting yourself?" Alexia asked Cleo, who had opened up her mother's laptop.
"OMG. What the fuck is this!?" Cleo burst out.
"Not so loud! What is it?" Alexia asked and went over to her sister curiously.
"Just look," Cleo said and turned the laptop towards Alexia.
On the screen, she saw a naked woman bound up and ravaged by a horde of men. That treated her like some cheap and disposable sex toy.
"Wait, what is this?" Alexia asked, trying to wrap her head around what she saw.
"This laptop is full of BDSM comics and stories," Cleo told her sister.
"What, why would mom be reading this?" Alexia was as confused as her sister.
"I don't know. Does she want to do this? Or have this done to her?" Cleo rambled.
"Oh, sick!... What if she wants to do it to us?" Alexia exclaimed. "No, she wouldn't, right?" She continued.
"I didn't think she was into this either, so clearly I don't know her very well," Cleo said and slapped the laptop shut. Even though they all felt like family, both Cleo and Alexia weren't actual sisters, instead both had been adopted by their new mother at a very young age.
The sisters put everything back in order and hurried out of the room. They swiftly made their way into Cleo's room and dropped down on her bed.
With their eyes towards the ceiling, they pondered over what they had witnessed. After a while, Alexia turned over. "I wonder whom she would choose if she got to pick between one of us."
"Really? Me, of course, I mostly think about being dominated like that. I wonder what it would feel like?" Cleo responded.
"What do you mean by, of course? What makes you the better choice?" Alexia said, feeling a little upset.
"That was not even... Ah, never mind. I am clearly the first choice. Just look at my firm rump or my big juicy tits. If they weren't made to be played with, then I don't know what." Cleo made her points with some sexy poses. Alexia had always been jealous of her twenty-one-year-old sister's well-developed body. However, they had both been blessed with the same good looks as their adoptive mother's good looks.
"Oh yeah! Not everyone goes for the girl with the biggest breasts." Alexia argued.
"Maybe, but your boyfriend Daren sure enjoyed an upgrade," Cleo taunted with a snarky tone and from there, the argument raged on, until it finally landed on this. "Okay then, fine, let's ask mom!"
Outside on the sunny deck, their well-shaped mother was basting in the blazing sun and enjoying her secret desire.
"Mm yes. Heat me, scourge me with your flames. Burn me! I'm in your power." She cried out in her head while enjoying the smell from the olive oil that she had smeared all over her skin. To switch it out with her sun lotion was one of many things that helped her to come closer to her fantasy. Every day her desire grew stronger, and she had tried making her husband satisfy her lust, but she hadn't gotten her needs met for months. With his long work hours, he always kept them in high fortune. However, she felt neglected.
"Mom!" Well, at least she wasn't forgotten by everyone, she thought and got up from her sunbed and entered the kitchen. Inside were her two daughters, and they were giving each other the evil eye.
"What now?" She asked. It was always something with these two. Except for robbing her of money, they hardly ever got along in the house.
"Mom Alexia has something she wants to ask you." Said Cleo and pushed her sister forward. Realizing this may have been a bad idea, Alexia began backing down.
"No, I don't. You say it, Cleo!"
"Not so chatty anymore, are we?" Cleo responded teasingly.
With that, Veronica's patience was over.
"For fuck' sake girls, what! What is the problem?" Suddenly they began looking shy. This was an appearance they had never shown Veronica before, and it made her worry about what had happened?
"Yeah, well. Mom, we were, you know. Just looking through your clothes in your room for some style opinions." Cleo said gently.
"Oh yeah, sure. You always come to your mother for fashion advice." Veronica said sarcastically back, and Cleo responded to that with a grin.
"Anyhow. We accidentally saw your laptop on your bed, and I thought I might do a fast web search aaand."
"Shit, oh shit," Veronica screamed out in her head. "Did I close the folder? Did they see it? What are they thinking? Crap, crap."
"This is rather silly, buuut." Then Cleo was cut off by Alexia, who was tired of waiting.
"Who of us, do you think, would be the best sex toy, sex slave or whatever you call it?"
Veronica needed to double-check in her mind with what she just heard and when that didn't help, she asked. "Wait, what?"
"Told you it was silly." Cleo snarkily said.
"I know, but one thing led to another, and we got into an argument about who would be the best toy." Said Alexia, who quickly had taken a liking to calling herself a toy. She had begun to understand why her mother found the comics so interesting.
"I think the bigger question is why you are even looking at those things in the first place. Should we call a psychologist?" Cleo then spoke out.
"Oh girls, girls, firstly I would never even dream of putting you in harm's way," Veronica said, but if she were to fantasize, it would be Cleo. She was the meatiest and snarkiest. So she would be a great plaything and with her strapped up, she could finally get some silence around the house. It was a win-win situation, but she would never say that.
