(Author's note: thank you for all the comments on Part 1 - it has been my most popular story on Lit and I've been meaning to follow up on it for ages, and here we finally are! I hope to start on Part 3 in about a month's time. Please feel free to leave comments! - Chloe)
After that fateful day, when Cathy caught me with her panties, my life has been completely different...
First, came that moment of clarity. After my daughter made love to me that first time, I had a great part of the next day to contemplate what had happened and what the consequences of it could be.
Could I still call myself Cath's mother? Does she still see me as her mum? Or something else? Her lover? I tried to busy myself with housework but all the time my mind was ablaze. It had happened, and deep down I knew I wanted it to happen again.
When Cathy came home that afternoon, I asked for us to have a chat. She could see I was agitated so she agreed. We made some coffee and sat down.
"Are you upset about last night?" she asked before I could get the words out.
"Not exactly, Cath. I can't deny how I felt. How you made me feel," I said. I couldn't look her in the eyes as i spoke.
"So, what is it then, Melissa?" I looked at her sharply when she said my name.
"It's that. Exactly that, you calling me Melissa and not Mum. Is that how you see me now?" My voice was trembling a bit. She smiled at me and took hold of my hands.
"Of course you are my mum. In every aspect of our lives except sex. And you're going to find sex plays a very large part of my life. In those circumstances, you, mummy, are my slut!"
I swear, my pussy leaked when she said that.
"So, everything else, you're happy with? As far as anyone else is concerned we're just mum and daughter?"
She gave me a grin which I'm inclined to call evil. She'd never looked at me like that before!
"Well, Melissa, I didn't say that. You see, I have several sluts to take care of my needs, and you're likely to be meeting some soon enough." Oh God, I was blushing and leaking at the same time.
"Wh-what?" I stammered. Cath reached into her bag and rummaged.
"In fact," she said, fishing something out of her bag, "I brought you a present from the slut i was with just before coming home." She tossed the object to me -- it was a pair of pale blue briefs, and they felt damp to the touch. I tentatively brought them to my nose and inhaled the heady scent of some other slut's arousal.
"Put them on, Melissa," said Cath. I wasted no time, standing and pulling my own panties down from beneath my skirt.
"No, Mel. I want you to strip." she said.
I obeyed, taking off my skirt and blouse, and unhooking my bra. I stood naked for a moment then stepped into the legs of the used knickers. As i pulled them up, I felt the cool damp gusset press against my cunt, my own fluids soaking into the material. I felt so dirty and horny, and I loved every second of it.
Cath had put down her cup of coffee and pushed the table out of the way. She beckoned me closer.
"Give me a twirl, slut," she said. I did as instructed, standing in front of her, turning slowly around till my bum was facing her, I felt her hands on me, sliding over the fabric covering my cheeks.
"You fill these out nicely, Mel."
"Thank you, Miss," Miss?? I could hardly believe I'd said it, but it felt right, appropriate.
She looked at me appraisingly, smiling.
"Good girl. You're learning." she said, then pulled the material tight up against my cunt.
"Keep them like that, Melissa."
Cath stood and undid her jeans, slowly peeling them off her thighs and legs. I didn't move, just waited for her next command. Soon she was standing in her tee-shirt and red panties, and settled on the chair behind her, sat on the edge of it, leaning back. She slouched there and parted her thighs, beckoning me between them. I knelt and made to grab the hem of her panties, but she stopped me.
"No, no, no, Mel...leave them on me. Lick me through the fabric..."
"Can I use my hands as well?" I asked. She nodded silently.
I'd caught a look in her eye, and as time slowed down in my mind, I realised that this was the breaking point. If I did this, and submitted to her, there would be no turning back. She knew this also, I could tell. This was the tipping point, and for a split second she was nervous that I might refuse and want to go back to how things were. It was the most vulnerable I'd seen her in ages, and it made my heart soar.
Time sped back up and I was on her mound in a flash. I pressed my open lips against her mound, dragging them downward, licking the length of the gusset and her inner thighs framing them. I felt her breathe out, slowly, relieved. I pulled the panties tight against her, so the contours of her lips pressed through, then i licked along them, back and forth, over and over. Cath's breathing changed, becoming deeper, faster as I licked hard and fast along her lips and slit.
"Keep going mel slut" she breathed. I felt her hand on my hair. I strummed my thumb over her hood, a little bump pressing against the taut fabric. I heard her grunt and moan, and I kept strumming and licking her through the panties until she started to cum, her hand tight in my hair holding me firmly in place. I felt the warm ooze of cum on the other side of the fabric seeping in, and I sucked on it hungrily.
I was my daughter's slut.
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The next day, I spent completely naked, as ordered by my mistress, my daughter. I was allowed to wear an apron while cooking, but otherwise not a stitch of clothing. It made me feel very self-conscious and submissive, to be completely exposed all day. However, that evening I was due to attend a meeting at the local town hall. The local fete was approaching, and I usually had a stall selling cakes and fudge.
Cathy decided what I was going to wear, a nice summer dress which ended just past my knees, and heeled sandals.
"Wear your hair up, with these earrings," she showed me a nice pair that belonged to her, dangling sliver teardrops with a blue stone. However, when I opened for my underwear drawer, I found that it was empty. I looked at Cathy, puzzled. She stood there with her hands behind her back and an innocent grin upon her lips.
"You don't own any panties anymore, slut. You will only wear ones which i give you. And I have a special pair for you tonight."
With that, she handed me a pair of panties. I recognised them straight away. After all, I'd gotten very intimately close to them the previous evening. They were the red panties Cathy had worn when I went down on her. The ones she'd worn when I made her cum.
"Cathy..." I said. What part of me wanted to say was no, I couldn't possibly wear these cum-stained panties in public! But the words died before they were borne out of my mouth. She was standing there with her arms crossed and her eyebrow arched, and my resolve was weakened by the dirty eroticism of it and my desire to be as slutty as my daughter wanted me to be. I held them to my face, inhaling the pungent smell of my daughter's arousal from yesterday and recalled the sensation of her cumming in them, and the sexy moans she made. I stepped into them and slid them up my thighs, anticipating the moment they made contact with my own cunt, my warmth mixing with her encrusted cream.
"You look amazing, Melissa. I hope you have a good time. Oh, and keep your phone to hand, won't you!" she said, as she walked me to the door. "Yes, Miss", I said, and she kissed me on the lips as she opened the door.
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There were about fifty people at the meeting. Most of us were sat facing a curved committee table, behind which were set the main organisers. Two of whom, I suddenly realised, I'd fucked in the past! I looked at them now through different eyes, ones which had developed an attraction to women, and for the life of me I couldn't understand what had led me to them before. Instead, I found myself checking out their wives, and wondering what it would take to get me between their thighs.
