This second part answers the question of how Chrissy began her quest of conquering and dominating busty, mature women and turning them into her sex slaves. Her first conquest: Her Calculus teacher, Mrs. Dalton)...
Chrissy is so pissed she can spit nails! She paces her bedroom like a caged tigress, staring over and over again at her latest Calculus exam: C-! Her dad will go ballistic when he sees this; he'll probably demand the keys to Chrissy's new Alero, and maybe even ground her until her grades improve. A strict diciplinarian, Ramon Martinez is Mexican immigrant who has "made good"; both he and his wife Sylvia had come to the U.S. with $100 between them and very limited English skills; through 18- hour days and some serious penny-pinching, they've built the most successful janitorial business in the region in just five years time. They expect the best of their five children, and though they did spoil the kids somewhat, they still expect them all to excel in their studies and one day surpass their parents' achievements.
Ramon, Jr, Antonio, and Nadia have graduated with straight As from the U of Washington, and help run the highly-successful Martinez Janitorial and Supply; Roberto is in his junior year and well on the way to following in his siblings' footsteps. Christina (Chrissy) is the youngest, and the most spoiled, and though her dad gives her much more lee-way as the "baby" of the family, he will have no problem stripping her of some of her privileges if her grades deviate an iota from the A's he is used to seeing on her grade reports.
The willful young latina is not having that!! She stalks over to her closet and pulls-off her sweat suit. She selects an Allen Iverson jersey and a pair of baggy jeans, but before putting them on, she pulls-out a long wooden box hidden in the back of her closet. She digs through an assortment of butt-plugs, anal beads, vibrators, and strapon-dildos, and selecting one of the strap-ons, a 10" long, thick rubber dong made of heavy-duty rubber, straps it around her slender middle. As she does, she remembers how she had butt-fucked her mother to a multiple orgasms the night before (Sylvia Martinez is a typical Latin beauty, and quite well-stacked for a 43 yr old mother of five-more on that later!) while her dad slept soundly in the next room, courtesy of some sleeping pills dropped into his brandy. She has developed quite a taste for mature women with big breasts and big butts (not overweight, but voluptuously-curved), and plowing those butts was her way of establishing dominance. A pair of clogs complete her outfit, and Chrissy heads over to her teacher, Mrs. Walton's house, determined to fuck her into changing that Calculus grade, if necessary....
Fresh from her shower , Chrissy's mom is putting on her lingerie in preparation for her husband's arrival from the office. She has two hours before he arrives, and so she isn't rushed, but needs to get started on dinner soon. As she bends slightly to attach a garter-clasp, she grimaces at the deep, sluggish pain the movement awakens in her rectum; her baby girl has been especially rough with her lately, and after seven days of non-stop anal sex, her poor rear-end is raw and very sore, courtesy of Chrissy's large collection of "toys". Sylvia had been a virgin back there until a week ago, and she is very conflicted about having sex of any kind with her own child, but the utter forbidden aspect of the act; the depravity of it, is what shames her most.
She knows it is too late to put an end to the "affair"; despite betraying her dear Ramon, despite the simple fact that it is WRONG to have sexual relations with the child she has carried and birthed; she also knows, deep inside, that she has developed a craving for the lewd act, that she hungers for the deep, hard, pounding penetration of her most intimate orifice, more than she has ever craved the big, hard cock of her beloved husband. She attaches the remaining, three garters, then straightens-up to
view her reflection in the full-length mirror: her lustrous black hair, free of any hint of gray, cascades past her shoulders to the middle of her back. Her cheekbones are high and prominent, and there are just the hint of the beginning of "crow's feet" at the edges of her dark brown eyes. Her breasts are, in a word, ENORMOUS; though he continues to deny it, after 22 years of marriage, Sylvia has no doubts that part of the reason Ramon married her is her 48F bra size(she was a 44E as a new bride) and her large, well-shaped rear end. After five children, she weighs only 145 pounds, and has worked hard to maintain that weight. Ramon loves to show her off, and rightly so.
Her massive jugs are capped by dark, purplish-brown areola the size of coffee-cup saucers and two inch long nipples; she can see why Chrissy can't seem to get enough of them. She is proud that after suckling five infants, she can detect only the slightest hint of sag. Many of the other mothers she knows have long succumbed to the effects of gravity; she is glad of her "good genes". She grins ruefully at the faint teeth marks and the large, reddish-purple "hickies" on each nipple, the results of her youngest child's voracious appetite for her big titties. If Ramon wants sex tonight, she will have to figure-out a way to keep her bra on.
Her big behind, framed by the straps of her black garter-belt, is milky-white and cellulite-free, and still bouncy and firm. While Ramon is coffee-and-creamed colored, Sylvia is lighter-skinned than some Caucasians, a legacy of her Spanish origins. She rouses herself from her musings and finishes dressing: wrestling her impossibly-large breasts into a matching black lace bra, and stepping into a wispy thong of the same color; she feels deliciously naughty as she moves into the bedroom she shares with Ramon to put on her dress and shoes.
Betty Dalton is searching for a dress to wear to her husband Mike's celebration dinner at an exclusive downtown restaurant; he's been promoted to Regional Sales Manager, that same morning, and had called Betty at school to give her the good news. The dress had to be tasteful, but not too staid, and she finds what she's looking for just as she hears a slightly-accented voice call-out loudly from the living room:
