From the Author: Thank you all for the overwhelmingly positive response to Chapter one, I hope Chapter two lives up to the first. Please read chapter one. This will not make a lot of sense otherwise. Be advised, this chapter contains themes that include, but are not limited to, incest, sadism, masochism, "watersports", and humiliation. If these themes offend you, please move on, otherwise, I hope you all enjoy the ride. Comments are always encouraged, good and bad, as long as they are constructive. I will delete those that are just character or author bashing.
New Player:
Nancy Jergens-The Overbearing Church Shrew- 5'4", overweight, with droopy, fat tits that rested on the thick roll of her stomach. Not what anyone would define as attractive. She has never been married, and the rumors about her sexuality have run rampant for years. Especially since she spends all her free time at the church or with her best friend Anna Rockenham. She oversees all the committees at the church that involved women, and she has a reputation of ruling them with an iron fist. Even the pastor had referred to her a "ball buster" on more than one occasion.
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End of chapter 1.........
"Yes! Yes! Yes, you naughty little cunt licker. I'm Coming!" Emma pulled Melissa into her vortex with both hands, grinding on, and coming all over her face. This was the greatest orgasm of her young life, and she rode the wave for as long as it lasted, finally pushing Melissa away with her hands, then using her foot to push her onto her back on the floor.
The two women lie there for quite some time: Emma on the couch and Melissa, curled up on the floor. As the post orgasm clarity revealed itself, they both contemplated what was next. Melissa again contemplated how she might make this all stop and get control of Emma back. Emma contemplated how to make it continue. Again, in her mind, she flipped though pages she had read the night before until it came to her. She collected herself, stood up, smoothed her skirt back into place, picked up the crop, and stood over Melissa, shaking the crop at her.
"I own you, bitch, and don't ever forget it!" and then walked away.
"Emma,..... don't,...... please,...... wait." Melissa said scrambling to her knees.
Emma, although nervous inside, exuded nothing but confidence as she left without another word. She climbed into her car and let out a deep sigh, then a giddy laugh at accomplishing exactly what she had set out to do. "I can't believe that worked so well." she said to herself, then rapidly pounded on her steering wheel with delight.
This is going to be so much fun," she said out loud as she started the car and drove away.
Inside the house, Melissa was all torn up. Besides the pain emanating from her abused ass, she had so many emotions running through her simultaneously. What would happen going forward? Would she tell her best friend? Did she want it to stop, did she want it to continue?( she knew this was the precipice, her life would be forever altered if she continued) As she contemplated all this, she fell back onto the floor and curled up into a fetal position as all those emotions spilled out through sobs and tears.
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And now, chapter 2.....
After the session with Melissa, Emma was on a high for two days, but within those two days, she also felt a distinct feeling of wonder. She was so young and inexperienced, that she was floundering with her direction moving forward. What should she do with Aunt Missy now? How could she capitalize on her position with her mother, especially since her mother didn't know she held that position. Also, something else creeped into her head that she didn't fully understand. She had witnessed her father fucking her aunt, and the more that scene flashed in her head, the more she became aroused. Her father was quite the handsome, well-built gentleman, and she had seen the impressive size of his cock. In their first discussion, Missy had gone on and on about her father's cock and his ability to use it. Although every sensible part inside her screamed how wrong it was, there was this nagging salacious part that just kept overriding the sensible parts. Did she really want to have sex with her father? The though made her sick and excited at the same time. Then a thought hit her. If she did, and her mother knew she did, it would be one more thing Emma would have over her. On the other hand, how the fuck was she going to make that happen? Did she really want that to happen? She was torn by the dichotomy.
Being the intelligent young woman she was, Emma did exactly as she always did when she wanted to know something. Whether it was a paper in school, or just something she found intriguing, she researched it! She went right back to her computer and started searching; Incest, manipulation, D/s relationships, all of them were entered into her search bar. She read and read, about masochism, sadism, humiliation, domination. She learned her mother was a masochist. She learned she was a sadist, actually getting turned on by inflicting the pain that made her mother come like a whore. As she researched more, lots of links to stories came up.
When she discovered they were just fiction, she dismissed them; in favor of real "scientific" information. However, one story's title did catch her eye, "Domming my Mommy, a Daughter's Confession" Eventually, when she had gathered all the info she could process, the teen decided a little "fluff" reading would be a welcome change. This story ended up being the answer she was seeking in regards to how she could take complete control of her submissive mother. It was like a freaking road map to taking over one's mother. Emma read the entire 10,000-word story, and to her surprise, halfway through, she found herself sliding one hand into her pants to fiddle with her heated pussy, and the other, into her shirt to manipulate her stone-hard nipple. As she read it, she came more than once, finally collapsing back into her desk chair, completely satisfied and armed with a plan to have her mother at her feet begging to be her submissive bitch.
That plan began with Emma gathering evidence she could use to blackmail her mother. She purchased three spy cameras and placed them in her parents' bedroom, and two in the great room. All three came with SD cards, but Emma purchased three more with much larger capacity. It only took a couple weeks to get exactly what she needed.
The bedroom camera picked up an intense little session where Aunt Missy and her father made her mother dress up in a slutty little cheerleading outfit and humiliated her in all degrees of undress, before using her like the dirty little cuckquean she was. Emma took the video and used some software to cut it up into a collection of still shots that she stored on her computer to be used when an opportunity presented itself.
Emma couldn't believe her luck, when that opportunity presented itself only two days later. She was milling around the kitchen, when she overheard her mother, talking to the booster club's ladies' auxiliary president, about an upcoming budget meeting. Jillian was still very active with the board, even though both of her kids had already graduated. Emma heard Jill discussing the need to update the current cheerleader uniforms. It had been too many years since they had changed the design, and it was well overdue. When Jill got off the phone, Emma immediately asked her mother if she could help her find new uniforms for the girls and help her present them to the ladies.
"I was a cheerleader just last year, and I know what the girls would like to wear more than you old broads." Emma joked.
"Hey!" Jill replied with mock exasperation. "We're not that old." Inside, Jill was secretly thrilled her daughter wanted to be involved with something for which she was so passionate. She immediately agreed and the two began researching it.
Once they had the presentation all done a few days later, Emma insisted she be allowed to give the presentation. Her mother balked at the idea, knowing her daughter's inexperience with such things, but when Emma reminded her, she had been on the debate team a couple years back, Jill relented. Litte did Jill know when she gave in, that it would be the end of her relationship with her daughter as she now knew it.
The next afternoon, the ladies headed to the Cougars Room at country club. The Cougars room was named after the school mascot and was where the booster club and women's auxiliary met each month. Emma set up her laptop to the projector and started up the power point presentation. Things were going along swimmingly a half hour later when Emma began to show examples of the possible designs she and her mother had chosen. They flashed on the screen and the ladies reacted positively and negatively according to their preferences. Then Emma dropped the bombshell.
"This one is my personal favorite." Emma told the 6 ladies in attendance. And as the newest image appeared on the screen she said, "And my mother was kind enough to model it for us."
No one heard Emma's quip, as they all gasped loudly in unison.
On the screen was an image of Jill in a role-play type cheer outfit. Although there was no nudity, the outfit left nothing to the imagination. The skirt was so short it only covered half of her ass cheeks. The top only extended to just below her breasts and her nipples her obviously aroused as they poked through the material. The ruffled ankle socks were stuffed inside some obscenely tall, spiked heels. Jill was wearing way too much make up and her hair was done up in two curly pigtails. It was quite the sexy, but obviously slutty and very embarrassing image for Jill.
Jill had turned her head for a moment when she heard the mass gasp. Turning her head back to the screen, she saw the image of her for all to see. It took a moment for her to comprehend.
"EMMA!" she screeched. "What the........!" She caught herself from cursing. She was sitting next to Emma and immediately reached across to slam the laptop shut. "Ladies, could we pause for just a moment?" Jill asked the crowd, as she glared at Emma and attempted to collect her wits.