This was just a small story as I felt I had been doing heavier ones lately. However after this I will be finishing up Halloween Seduction and continuing two past stories, Wishing for a Domme and Becoming a Pet.
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Tamsin entered her home and threw her keys down on the table. She took off her coat and poured herself a glass of wine. She drank about half of it, refilled it and headed to the living room where she hoped her girlfriend Verona would be waiting, ready to give her a massage and possibly be up for sex. Just before entering the room she sipped the wine and called out.
"Hey, Verona you there? I hope you're up to a massage. Today has been long and frustrating." She might have said more, but what she saw made her stop, both moving and speaking. Her shock was so great that she nearly dropped her glass. Before her, sitting in an easy chair was Verona, naked, but it wasn't her girlfriend's nudity that had her attention. The sight that had her complete focus was the naked young woman who was kneeling with her head between Verona's legs. As she stared she began to think she might recognize the young woman. However she shook herself and quickly downed half of her glass. It was at this point that Verona looked up smiling. However it was Tamsin who spoke.
"Verona, what the hell is this? And who is
she
?" The young woman abruptly turned her head and Tamsin received an even bigger shock, it was her daughter, Thora. "Thora? Verona, how dare you? She's my daughter." Verona sighed.
"She came home unexpectedly. She was being truly disrespectful. She kept referring to me as 'mommy's whore' and 'mom's bitch'. I got tired of it. You can see the results." Tamsin was staring and quickly finished her wine. She continued to stare silently. Verona softly patted Thora, who glanced wide-eyed at her mother before returning to her place between Verona's legs. "Come on Tamsin. Sit down and I'll explain."
Verona had been sitting in the living room working on the proposal that she hoped would propel her consulting firm into new areas. Suddenly the door slammed and she heard someone call out.
"Mom! I'm here. Is there anything to eat?" While it was obvious who it was, Verona had not actually met Thora. She sighed as she set her work aside knowing she would have to deal with this situation as Tamsin was at work. The shouting continued. "Where you at mom? Can I have some...?" Thora trailed as she saw Verona instead of her mother in the living room.
"Hello, you must be Thora. I'm Verona." Thora sighed.
"Yeah, mom mentioned you. So your mommy's whore. At least she has some taste." Verona inhaled slowly, held it and let it out with equal slowness.
"Young lady, I will thank you to be more respectful in the future." Thora continued, seeming not to have heard.
"Look I don't care. I'm her daughter, you're just mom's bitch. Just a slut she's hooking up with because she thinks dating a man would be so wrong after the divorce. Now where is she?" Verona rose to her feet and Thora took a step back as she saw that the older woman was about six feet tall.
"Actually your mother and I are rather serious. However at the moment what matters is that you will respect me." Thora rose to her full five foot eight height as she seemed to gather herself.
"Respect you? I won't even remember your name in a week. Mother will have found someone else to scratch that itch." Verona sighed.
"Your mother is at work, and for her sake I am being very patient with you. However you are really pushing it." Thora groaned.
"Great. I guess we got a couple of hours to kill. I'll be in my room, unless you want to help me, after all you must be good." Although she suspected what Thora was getting at, she decided to remember this was Tamsin's daughter.
"What are you talking about?" Thora's tone in her response suggested that she believed she was talking to someone who was very slow.
"I want you to service me the way you do my mother. So, does she pay you or is this about her letting you stay here?" Verona decided enough was enough and slapped Thora. Thora dropped to the floor and Verona was worried that she had hit her too hard. However she soon realized that Thora had fallen to the floor more due to surprise than injury and it soon became clear that her cheek was only a bit reddened, unlikely to even bruise. Thora looked up, too shocked initially to speak.
"Now, I think it would be nice if you mother came home to a well-behaved and respectful daughter." Thora practically hissed her response.
"Fuck you, bitch." Verona sighed. In a moment she had removed her panties and stuffed them into Thora's mouth. Before Thora could spit them out Verona had removed the younger woman's socks and used them to keep the panties in place.
"Alright young lady that gag will stay in place until I say otherwise. Remove your clothes." Thora shook her head and attempted to remove the gag. Verona grabbed the girl and expertly removed button up blouse, bra and panties, deciding to leave the skirt on. Thora continued to struggle, but was no match for the strength of her mother's paramour.
She soon found herself bent over the coffee. Verona held the younger woman's arms behind her back with one hand, while she brought the other down on the exposed rear. Thora squirmed and cried out into the gag. Verona continued unheeded, smack after smack until she was satisfied with the redness of the cheeks. She returned to the chair. Thora remained bent over the table for a short time before slowly turning around on her knees. Verona spoke before the younger woman could reach the gag.
"Crawl in a circle, like a dog and wiggle your rear like you were wagging a tail." Thora shook her head and tried again to remove the gag. Verona moved quickly to smack Thora's ass, three times in quick succession. Thora moaned into the gag.
