A few days have since passed after the group hook up at Johnny and Shelly's house. Jason and Michelle are starting to hit a stride in the new dynamic of their relationship. The salacious wife has happily settled into her role even more so now than before. Michelle wears her barely-there clothes with increasing regularity at home, showing off her body and her role as property to Jason.
Jason works late on a Tuesday night as Michelle clad only in a white corset top and matching thong finally takes a moment to rest. She feels worn down from performing her daily routine as she sets down on the couch for a breather. The regular chores the housewife does having become more physically taxing as she learns to perform them in less than ideal outfits. Michelle, however, feels satisfied with the new arrangement, she feels sexually fulfilled and thinks she is meeting Jason's needs as well. The married housewife is proud as she previously believed she was failing her husband. In a short time, she has experimented in many different sexual niches and has found some level of enjoyment with them all.
The only question marks that still plague Michelle and stir her inner demons are her own children. The night her son spied on her looms heavily over the conflicted mother's head. Michelle knows what she did was over the top teasing her son the way she did, but she feels little to no regret. In fact, regret was one thing Michelle never felt about anything she has done so far. A plethora of emotions did fill the salacious woman from arousal, humiliation, and embarrassment to worrying if she had possibly crossed too many lines, to ever go back to quote-unquote normal.
Michelle sighs deeply as she reaches out and picks up a small silver-framed photograph from the end table. A family photo a little out of date but still recent enough that everyone looks about the same as they did currently. She smiles as she traces her finger across the faces of her family. Jason, her husband, the one Michelle thought she changed for. He has been supportive and has openly embraced everything, including a brief bi-sexual tryst.
Ryan, her son and oldest child, a physical specimen to say the least. He gained all of the attributes that made Michelle attracted to her husband and just improved on them. Ryan is the one she worries the most about, he still has not said a lot about the new dynamics in the house, but she knows he has at least a hint of a mommy fetish buried in himself.
Gwen, her daughter, and youngest child, who also happens to be the other question mark in the mother's life. Michelle shakes her head slightly as she thinks about her little girl and the day in the dressing room. A day that Michelle does not feel any remorse for but does worry about. A day she still has not fully informed her husband of, and a day she learned her daughter could dominate her. The brash request or demand of her daughter still present in the mother's mind. Michelle knows that Gwen will only wait so long before she comes looking for her daddy request to be satisfied.
Michelle finally traces her finger across her own face in the family photo. She is happy seeing that her slightly dated photo shows her with a few pounds heavier than what she currently is. She playfully twitches her thin eyebrows up and down as she sighs, the thirty-seven-year-old mom/wife wonders if all this change was indeed for Jason or was in for herself.
"Hey, momma," Gwen says as she enters the family home, breaking Michelle's moment of quiet introspection.
Michelle quickly places the family photo on to the end table as she smiles at her little girl. "Oh, hey Gwen," Michelle responds to her daughter. A small stirring in the pit of Michelle's stomach begins as her daughter enters the room and takes a seat next to her on the couch. The uneasy mother still feeling a slight bit nervous since the day in the dressing room.
"I need to talk to you." Gwen scoots in closer to her mother, taking a moment to admire the barely-there outfit.
"Sure sweetie, anything," Michelle says as a feeling of dread starts to fill her body. The inner voice that haunted the mother of two already starting in questioning what the daughter could possibly be wanting.
Gwen's ruby red lips curl slightly to an almost evil grin as she playfully twirls her blonde locks. "So...Did you tell daddy everything?"
"Everything?"
"Yeah, everything how in that dressing room you and I and then you and that random guy. You know everything." Gwen looks at her mother with an almost stern expression as she speaks.
Michelle's stirring in her stomach grows as she wonders where her daughter is going with this. "Well, no Gwen, I didn't tell him about that. I shouldn't have done it."
"Why?"
"Why? Why what? Why shouldn't I have done it? Because just because I am okay with Daddy cheating doesn't mean I had his permission to do the same and what we did together, that's a door I should have never opened." Michelle says as she feels almost as if she is the child, and Gwen is her mother questioning her.
"Momma, why though? As far as I could tell you liked it."
Michelle nods yes but does not answer, as she looks deep into her daughter's green eyes. The incestuous mother knows her daughter is right. She knows she loved it; she loved how dirty and wrong it all felt just like how dirty it felt putting on a show for her peeping tom son.
"Don't nod; answer me, mom." Gwen's tone becoming increasingly forceful.
"Yes Gwen, I did like it." Michelle huffs.
"Liked what?"
"I liked licking your pussy." Michelle begrudgingly admits to her daughter.
Gwen smiles as she enjoys hearing the words come from her mother's mouth. "I'm glad momma because I liked it too. However, if you remember correctly, I told you that I wanted to not only show I appreciate your lifestyle, but I wanted to be a part of it."
"And you were that day in the store."
Gwen nods yes to confirm her mother is correct, but at the same time shows a blatant look of annoyance on her young face. "No momma, I said I wanted Daddy to fuck me."
The stirring in the mother's stomach now graduating to a feeling like someone has gut-punched her. She can visualize in her head a replay of the day in the dressing room. Gwen did say that to her, her daughter professed she wanted her own daddy. "I'm sorry sweetie I don't think daddy will be into that."
"So daddy wouldn't want to fuck a piece of eighteen-year-old ass?"
Michelle tries her best to control her frustration with her daughter. "You're his daughter, not just some random piece of ass."
"Well momma, I want it, and I want you to help set it up for me," Gwen says as she pulls her cellphone out of her small black leather purse. "I want you to tell daddy everything momma, and I mean everything I want you to explain how much of a whore you were that day."
"I'm not sure that is a wise move," Michelle says as she lowers her eyebrows, confused as to what her daughter is plotting.
Gwen sticks out her bottom lip, forming a slight pout. "Well, I want daddy to know. I want him to know it all, I want him to know what you did to that little manager and me at the store." Gwen says with a youthful innocence to her voice as if what she is saying is reasonable.
Michelle's pale blue eyes widen as her daughter's words register in her head. She can feel her pulse quickening as her palms become clammy "Gwen, why on Earth?"
"Oh my God, listen to me whore, I want to be with daddy, I want to feel him inside me." The innocent tone shifting to anger as Gwen glares at her mother.
"I'm not sure he will do it, we haven't really discussed taboo things such as that. Young lady, what has gotten into you?" Michelle questions as she feels her quickening pulse transition to a thundering at the idea of Jason and Gwen together.
"I am like my momma. I want to explore things, and I want to explore my daddy." Gwen says as she pushes the photo gallery app on her phone. "I'd hate to show daddy this little manager pumping his cock into you momma," Gwen says as she holds her phone up to show the pictures she took from the day of shopping.
"What the fuck, you bitch!" Michelle erupts at the sight of the pictures on her daughter's phone. The images generating a feeling of anger, humiliation, and arousal all at the same time.
"I am a bitch, and you're a whore momma, I love you, but I want what I want. I told you this a couple weeks ago, and I have waited patiently. I have waited and watched as he has fucked you. I watched as he fucked that little slut Kayla and even while you two got freaky with them new friends of yours. I am tired of waiting I want what I want, so get to work or I will." Gwen says with a smile as she walks towards the stairs to her bedroom.
Michelle sits on the couch, trying to slow her heart rate as her thoughts run rampant. The words of her little girl echoing in her mind. "I did this...This is entirely my fault." Michelle says aloud in the empty living room, as she sheds a small tear. As for the first time since it all started, she finally feels a slight hint of regret. "Maybe Jason will? Maybe he won't be mad about the guy, I mean he's seen me with Johnny." Michelle continues to speak to herself as she attempts to find a rational solution to an irrational issue. As she dwells on the problem longer, the small twinge of regret gives way to feelings of shame for what she has done. The feeling of shame entering her mind and body also in turn creates a growing feeling of arousal.
"Jason, what time will you be home tonight?" Michelle asks as she clenches her cell phone tightly.
"Why?" Jason answers the question with a question of his own as he holds the telephone receiver pinned between his head and shoulder.
