Punishing My Mother In Law

The next morning, Marge and I said our goodbyes to Denise and Jenny as they had to get home and prepare for church. Jenny didn't want to leave, even trying her best to convince me to let her stay but I swatted her on the butt and ordered her to go with Denise. "You have to keep up appearances, pet," I said, smiling at her enthusiasm. Besides, the irony was too delicious; both mother and daughter enjoyed a night of depraved sin and then had to go to church as if nothing had happened.

Marge thought it would be a great idea if, while at church, both had their pussies filled with the dildos and I agreed. "You better send me a picture of your twat stuffed in the church bathroom, bitch," Marge said as she shoved the plastic prick deep inside Denise none too gently. "You know what will happen if you don't."

Denise let out a whimper and then, in a strained voice replied "Yes, Mistress Smith. I know what will happen."

"Let me hear it, bitch," Marge growled, grabbing a handful of Denise's hair, and yanking back.

"You...you will blister my ass raw, Mistress," came the reply.

Marge kissed Denise hard on the mouth before replying, "Damn straight I will."

I smiled as I watched them kiss. One could easily see Denise was kissing Marge back on her own without a hint of reluctance. Turning to Jenny, I looked deep into her eyes as I shoved her toy into her cunny. "Same as your mommy, pet. I want pictures of you and your mommy in the bathroom together, pussies stuffed to the hilt."

"Yes, Miss Reynolds," Jenny replied, smiling. We shared a deep, soulful kiss, then Jenny finished dressing.

Before they left, I had Denise and Jenny kiss while feeling up each other's bodies, catching it all on camera. "Well, that was fun," I said, turning to Marge. We shared a smile, then kissed, our tongues wrestling as she kneaded my ass and I ran my hand over her tits.

"We'd better stop," Denise said, reluctantly breaking the kiss. "I have to get home and feed my cats."

I pouted like Jenny had, wanting Marge to stay but I agreed it was time for her to go home. I wanted to pick up Kimmy soon as I was missing my daughter. With a quick parting kiss, Marge left to go and take care of her pussies.

The house was quiet again, the faintest scent of sex lingering in the air. I sighed, then fixed a pot of tea and a small breakfast before relaxing while soaking in a steaming, lilac-scented bath. Even after all that had happened last night, I was still trying to come up with a plan to seduce and enslave Sarah.

The problem was that I liked her and knew Kimmy adored her grandma. It wasn't like Jenny or Denise who were merely playthings or Marge who, upon reflection, I realized I was falling for. I sighed at the thought of entering another relationship, especially with a woman. No doubt my ex, Sarah's son and Kimmy's father, would try to use that as leverage to get my daughter away from me.

The thought of my former asshole husband washed away any doubts about controlling Sarah. If my soon-to-be slave had raised him better, we would probably still be married. She had to be punished for that reason alone. Resolving to devise a plan, I finished my bath, dressed, and picked up my daughter.

Sarah wasn't at her home. I pulled up, and knocked on the door, standing there for a minute before calling her.

"Oh goodness, Rachel! Kimmy and I are going to be out for about another hour." Sarah replied when I let her know I was there. "You can go inside and wait for us if you want. I'll do my best to hurry."

"Take your time, Sarah. I should have called before coming over." I replied. "I'll just wait inside."

Once inside Sarah's home, I fixed a pot of tea, then sat on the sofa, watching videos and looking at pictures of last night's and this morning's fun. After killing ten minutes I looked around for the remote to the television. In doing so, however, my eyes fell on Sarah's computer.

The overwhelming desire to snoop was too hard to resist. Smiling like a kid sneaking a cookie, I booted it up. Sure enough, Sarah hadn't changed the password since I'd helped her set it up months ago. Entering Google, I clicked on history.

My jaw dropped open in surprise. Sarah had been a naughty, little girl! Everything from "barely legal" teenage girls to bestiality to lesbian BDSM, the list of sites was staggering. Smiling at this new-found knowledge, I carefully wiped any history of my being on the internet. However, just as I was about to click off the computer, I noticed a folder marked "pics."

Again, curiosity got the better of me. The folder was filled with pictures of Kimmy, of asshole, of all of us as a family. That's when I noticed the other folder. Grinning like the Cheshire Cat, I clicked it open. These pictures were of young women, in various stages of undress, even some of me back when we had gone on vacation to the beach.

"So, my future slave loves young ladies," I told myself. Hell, based on some of the sites I visited, Sarah loved being dominated by young ladies. Well, I could be accommodating on both counts. The perfect plan popped into my mind right then and I knew exactly when I would put it into motion.

Not wanting to press my luck, I quickly wiped my presence from the computer files. It was nice having a master's in computer science. It made snooping so much easier. After fixing another cup of tea, I sat back on the couch and went over my plan.

The sound of my phone alerting me that I had two messages interrupted my grand scheming. The first was from Sarah letting me know she and Kimmy were on the way. I replied with a thumbs up. The second was from my pet sending me the required picture of her and Denise in the church bathroom together showing Marge and me that indeed, their pussies were still stuffed with the dildos. "Good girl, pet," and a winking emoji was my reply to that. Jenny "hearted" my reply.

Kimmy let out a squeal of happiness and ran over to me, hugging me tightly around the neck and climbing onto my lap. "Did you have fun with Grandma?" I asked my daughter, who nodded yes and then proceeded to tell me all about their lunch and ice cream afterward. While all of this was happening, Sarah had gone to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water.

"Sounds like you had fun!" I exclaimed when my daughter finished regaling me with her tale. "Did you thank Grandma? Why don't you go and kiss her and let her know you love her," to which Kimmy did just that.

"Sorry we're late, Rachel," Sarah said after hugging her grandchild. "I had some errands to run and lost track of time."

"Hey, no biggie," I replied, smiling. "I'm happy that you two had a great time."

"Oh, she is a doll. So well behaved." Sarah petted the top of Kimmy's head who came back over to be with me. Right then, I decided to put my master plan into motion.

"Hey, guess who has a birthday coming up?" Sarah nodded, looking down at the floor with a sad smile. "Oh, come on! Don't look that way." I said, gently admonishing her. "It seems a certain beautiful young lady has fifty birthday spankings coming her way. Oh, and one to grow on." Sarah did laugh at that.

"Yeah, I don't think that's happening anytime soon."

"Sooner than you think," I thought to myself. "How about this? I take you out to celebrate your birthday that Friday night."

"Oh, I don't know," came Sarah's reply. I could tell that she was interested so I pressed my advantage.

"Come on, it will be fun!" I exclaimed. "You, me, sexy dresses, and breaking the hearts of young men everywhere!" Sarah laughed again. "What do you say? It will be my treat for such a great woman."

After a pause, Sarah said, "Okay, you're on." With that, we both stood up and I gave her a big hug which lasted just a little longer than appropriate, and a kiss on the cheek, making sure to "accidentally" brush my lips on hers.

Blushing, Sarah pulled away, then hugged and kissed Kimmy goodbye. I headed home with a huge smile on my face and a tingling in my pussy.

When I arrived home, after making sure Kimmy was okay, I plopped down on the couch, texting Jenny to call me when she had the opportunity. It wasn't ten minutes later when the phone rang. I laid out my plan to my little pet, giving her exact details of what I needed her to do. She replied that she understood and was honored to help. "You know that you'll have to be spanked so no butt plug, okay?"

"Yes, Miss Reynolds, I understand what you need me to do and what the outcome will be," Jenny replied. I could hear the seriousness in the tone of her voice like this was the biggest thing she was ever a part of.

"Good girl," I replied, trying to match her tone. "Pleasure yourself with your toy as a reward and send me a picture when you're finished." It wasn't fifteen minutes later when I received a picture of my pet licking her juices off of the dildo like a lollipop. I hearted the picture and sent a "kissy lips" emoji as a reply.

The big day finally arrived and none too soon. I'd been going back and forth in my head about whether I wanted to do this to my daughter's grandmother. Could I enslave her like I'd done to Jenny and Denise? Could I pull the trigger and make Sarah a wanton lesbian pain slut? I ultimately decided that I would never fully rest easily if I didn't at least try.

I'd made sure to wear my daughter out, even keeping her from taking a nap so that she would sleep soundly for Jenny. Then, I took my time trying to look my sexy best for Sarah. Based on the pictures, I knew she had a thing for tits so the push-up bra and low-cut black dress I chose worked amazingly well together.

Sarah pulled into my driveway about six-thirty. I had her drive to my home on the pretext that we could leave as soon as the babysitter arrived but, in reality, it was so that I could have her meet Jenny.

My mouth dropped open in surprise at how great Sarah looked. It took all my willpower not to jump her bones right there. By the looks I was getting in return, Sarah was feeling the same as I was.

"Wow! You look amazing!" I gushed, being honest.

Blushing at my compliment, Sarah replied, "Um, so do you!" as her eyes focused on my tits. I knew exactly what perfume she liked so I made sure that I'd dabbed some in all of the right places.

"Well, Jenny just texted me and said that she was on her way so we'll be able to head out soon." Sarah and I sat there, exchanging small talk until my pet arrived about ten minutes later, just as I'd wanted her to.

I ushered Jenny inside, introducing her to Sarah. My pet was dressed perfectly for the situation as well, in a tight white tee shirt that showcased the lace of her bra to her black jogging shorts which did an amazing job of contrasting with her tanned, toned thighs; the perfect combination of sexy innocence.

I went over with her what I expected, letting Jenny know that we would probably be out late. "Yes, Mrs. Reynolds, I understand perfectly," she replied, her beautiful face lit up with a smile.

Glancing back at Sarah, I smiled inwardly at the fact that she hadn't taken her eyes off the young beauty standing in my living room. "You okay?" I asked, touching Sarah on her arm.

"Oh yes, sorry," Sarah answered, jostling herself awake.

"It's nice to meet you, Miss," Jenny said, holding out her hand.

"Oh, please dear, call me Sarah," she replied, taking ahold of the young girl's hand. With that, Sarah and I headed to Sensuelle's. The meal was superb and the waitress was so pretty with her adorable French accent. By the end of the meal, I wished I could take her home with us. Then an idea struck me.

Excusing myself, I caught up with the waitress out of sight of Sarah. "Would you please comment on what an adorable couple we are?" I whispered to her.

The waitress looked shocked for a second. "You mean that you are not?" she asked.

I smiled in reply. "Well, by the end of the night, I hope to change that." We shared a conspiratorial giggle and after I relieved myself, I headed back to the table.

Sarah and I were finishing up our meals when our waitress came over to check if we needed anything. "Just the check, please," I answered.

"Oui, madam," the waitress answered. "If I may say, you two make such a beautiful couple! I hope the night is extra special for you both." I laughed at Sarah's reaction as she almost spit out the wine she'd been drinking.

"Oh, I mean, um, we're not..."

"Thank you," I replied, handing the waitress my credit card. "I think she is extra beautiful tonight, don't you?"

"Oh yes, madam! Your lover looks truly magnifique!" With that, the waitress spun around and headed to cash the check.

When we were safely in the sanctuary of my car, I asked Sarah with as straight a face as I could if she was okay.

"Imagine that waitress thinking that we are a couple!" Sarah replied, indignantly.

I giggled. "Yes, that's...horrible." Sarah shot a sideward glance at me. "Look, she was probably angling for a bigger tip." She nodded at that. "I guess it would be an easy mistake to make with two beautiful ladies sharing an intimate meal." Sarah squirmed a bit in her seat to get more comfortable as I drove us to our next destination.

The club was hopping by the time Sarah and I arrived. I could tell that my future slave was a bit nervous so I took her by the hand and led her inside. I giggled to myself when I noticed more than a few heads turning our way to watch Sarah and me walk to one of the few remaining empty tables, still hand in hand.

We ordered our drinks from a cute, scantily dressed waitress and sat there in silence, soaking in the ambiance. I'd chosen this club on purpose. I used to frequent the place back in college and knew from experience that a lot of women who came here were bisexual.

Sure enough, there were more than one couple of women on the dance floor dancing rather intimately together. There was one couple, a gorgeous Latina and equally pretty African American, both dressed in halter tops and extremely short skirts, that were putting on quite a show. Glancing at Sarah, I could tell that she was intently watching them grind against each other.

It didn't take but a couple of drinks on Sarah's part for me to drag her out onto the dance floor. She played reluctant at first but as soon as she was in the mass of writhing bodies, her inhibitions fell away and we were soon putting on a show of our own.

After only a couple of hours, it was clear that it was time to go. Sarah was more than a little tipsy and was looking tired. I hadn't been drinking really at all and even switched to soda after the first mixed drink. For one, I was driving and two, I needed to have my wits about me for the next part of my plan.

I excused myself and headed to the restroom, taking my phone with me. Once inside the safety of the stall, I texted Jenny to let her know that we would be home soon. "Yes, Miss Reynolds," was her reply.

Convincing Sarah that it was time to go wasn't too hard. "Did you see how she was dressed?" Sarah asked when we were back in the safety of my car, her speech a little slurred.

"Which one?"

"The Latina, you know, with the long hair."

"Oh, yes!" came my reply. "God, that dress looked amazing on her."

Sarah giggled again. "You could see her nipples poking out from a mile away!"

"Don't look now," I said, glancing Sarah's way. "But yours are too." I laughed as Sarah let out a little scream and covered her nips with her arm. After about a minute, she stopped trying and rested her hands on her lap.

I purposefully blocked Sarah in when I pulled into my driveway. This was the last chance for me to back out. When I glanced her way, Sarah was bent over, showing an impressive amount of cleavage as well as her gorgeous legs. "Fuck it," I said to myself. Time to see where this would lead.

I let Sarah enter my house first on the pretext that I'd forgotten something in the car. When I finally did walk inside, I had to remember to put an angry expression on. Jenny and Sarah were sitting on the couch, Sarah's arm around the nude girl who was crying and blushing all over.

Glancing at the computer, I noticed that my little slave had been looking at a website titled "Momsloveteens.com." Pictures of nude women, all around the same age as Sarah were having sex with teenage girls. I would have to reward Jenny for that touch.

Again, as when I first had busted my babysitter so many months ago, I started in on her about how I'd hired her to look after my daughter, not get off on my computer. "I have half a mind to call your mother right now, young lady," I said in my sternest voice.

"Please don't, Miss Reynolds!" Jenny exclaimed as she suddenly straightened her back which caused Sarah's hand to brush against the younger girl's tit. "I...I didn't mean to..."

"To what?" I asked, placing my hands on my hips. "To get off on pictures of older women having sex with teenagers?" I noticed that Sarah's hand was rubbing up and down, surreptitiously copping a nice feel while appearing to "comfort" the distressed young lady.

"Oh Rachel, please leave Jenny alone," Sarah spoke, her voice a bit husky. "She was doing nothing wrong."

I was about to respond when Jenny turned her head towards Sarah and softly said "Thank you." Their lips were only about an inch apart. Jenny bit her lower lip, her eyes darting from gazing into Sarah's eyes and down to her lips. Then, at the same time, they both leaned into a kiss.

I'd trained my young slave to be one hell of a good kisser and Jenny didn't disappoint. Her lips parted, inviting Sarah's tongue into her mouth. Sarah's hand moved on its own accord, cupping Jenny's tit, her thumb rubbing against the stiffened nipple.

Jenny let out a mewling moan as I took a seat in my now favorite chair, watching the beautiful scene unfold before me as I secretly videoed it on my phone. Jenny tentatively reached out, slipping her hand into Sarah's dress so that she could rub the older woman's breast and play with her nipple.

God, I was getting so turned on that I hiked my skirt up and pushed my panties aside so that I could rub my cunny with one hand while continuing to videotape it with the other. Jenny had exposed both of Sarah's breasts, then eased the other woman back onto the sofa, all while continuing to French kiss her.

It took all my willpower not to join in. Jenny finally broke the kiss when she eased Sarah down so that the older woman was lying down, one leg on the back of the couch and the other off the side, exposing her panty-clad pussy.

Through half-lidded eyes, I noticed Sarah look my way. For a moment, I thought that she would stop what was happening. Then, Jenny moved the crotch of Sarah's lacy panties out of the way and planted a kiss on Sarah's pussy lips.

Sarah closed her eyes and let out a soft, mewling moan, her head tilting back and her hand holding Jenny in place as my little slave showed her how well she'd learned to eat another woman out.

My soon-to-be slave didn't stand a chance. Soon, Sarah was doing her best to stifle an orgasmic scream as she coated Jenny's face with her juices. Jenny didn't relent either, continuing to pleasure the older woman into another orgasm.

Sarah's eyes rolled back into her head as her hands flew to her tits, kneading them as Jenny sucked her dry. Finally, the younger woman relented. Slowly, she moved up Sarah's body, rubbing her small tits on the fabric of Sarah's dress. When she French kissed Sarah again, the older woman barely had the strength to reciprocate.

The two women stayed in that position for a while, Jenny letting Sarah regain her senses. Jenny glanced my way, a questioning expression on her cute face. Knowing what she was asking, I winked and smiled, letting her know that it was okay that she could orgasm.

Jenny smiled back, then rose off Sarah. She straddled the other woman's head, gently lowering her shaved puss onto Sarah's face. Any doubts that Sarah didn't want this were blown away as she gripped Jenny's thighs and started feasting.