Once again, the taxi ride was silent. Neither woman had the words to describe what they were feeling, nor to describe what they had experienced in the boutique. Evelyn had been stripped naked by her own daughter, molested by another woman, tied unwillingly to a table, and even made to cum at the hands, and the mouth, of the other woman. She had been exposed, she had been shaved and she had been humiliated in front of her daughter.
What was worse than all of this, however, was the fact that her daughter, Alison, seemed to be a willing participant in all of this. If she was honest, Evelyn would have to acknowledge that Alison seemed to have played her part with more than a little relish.
Alison, for her part, was just as shocked by the events of the last few hours. She had always been submissive to her husband's wishes, but when he ordered her to include her mother in his schemes, she had never been so ashamed and her panties had never been so wet. Cleaning her own mother's pussy after the older woman's massive orgasm in the boutique had been a fantasy she never even knew she had, one that she struggled to believe even now. Even so, she could feel her juices running againat the thought of running her tongue along her mother's slit.
When they arrived back home Alison paid the driver and unlocked the front door of their comfortable home. It was a few minutes later before Evelyn finally appeared in the doorway, eventually having to accept that the driver was not going to open the door for her or help her out of his cab.
"Hurry up, mother! We don't have much time. John will be home soon and will expect us to be ready for him."
She wondered where her new found confidence had come from because she would never have spoken to her domineering mother in such a manner before today. Having seen her mother naked, having seen her mother spanked, twice, and having seen her mother cumming at the hands of another woman,she realised there was nothing to be afraid of. her mother had been coerced into all of this but, even so, she realised that she liked being on an even footing with her mother. She was no longer subservient to the older woman as they were now both the property of her husband, John, and now she had the upper hand.
Evelyn also wondered what had changed in her only daughter and resented being told what to do by the girl she had given birth to. But she was well aware of her predicament. Her husband had left her; she was homeless and she was penniless. Most importantly at that moment was the fact that her bottom was still stinging from her spanking in john's office and her spanking in the lingerie boutique he had sent them to. If she was sure of anything, she was sure she did not want to do anything to risk further punishment to her poor cheeks.
She followed her daughter through to the living room and, even though she thought to protest, she thought better of it and did what was expected of her.Kneeling down beside her not so innocent daughter, she and Alison awaited their fate.
They didn't have to wait too long before they heard John's key in the door and, as Alison bowed her head in anticipation, so too did her mother. only one of them had any idea of what was to follow and only one of them was looking forward to it. If Alison had been wearing any panties they would have been just as wet as her mother's.
John smiled to himself as he walked into the room and saw the two women waiting for him. he had never doubted that Alison would be there as always but, even though he had received a full report from the owner of the boutique and had seen the secret recording she had made, he still wondered if Evelyn had been brought low enough to always do as she was told. Now was the time to put her to the test but, first, he had some new instructions for his wife.
Lifting her chin, he smiled at her and told her tofollow him through to the kitchen. Leaving her mother behind, she looked questioningly at John as he closed the door so that her mother could not hear their discussion or listen in to John's plans for the rest of the evening. when he told her, she was shocked. Then she wondered if she could go through with it. Finally she realised that she couldn't wait to get started.
As they returned to the living room, Evelyn dared to look up. There was something different about the couple. John was obviously still in charge but something must have happened in the kitchen that had caused a change in her daughter. Alison no longer trailed behind her husband in her usual subservient manner that had always infuriated her mother. Instead, she walked, hand in hand, beside him. So she was not too surprised when it was her daughter who spoke first. Neither was she too unhappy at Alison's words.
"Stand up, mother."
Evelyn was glad to get up off her knees. it wasn't dignified for a woman of her standing to be kneeling in front of her daughter and son in law. Even after everything that had happened she still believed that she was a woman of some importance. She was about to be dissuaded of this notion in no uncertain terms.
"Take off your clothes, mother."
The older woman looked aghast at her daughter who now seemed to have a steely determination in her eyes that Evelyn had never noticed before. Almost worse than Alison's orders was the fact that John had sat down in his favourite armchair as if he was settling down to watch a show. Which is exactly what he was doing and he expected to be entertained.
"Do we really have to spank you again, mother, before you learn some obedience?" asked Alison in a threatening tone, her angry face only inches from her mother's.
Evelyn shook her head and began to strip. She knew she had no choice; she knew her bottom couldn't suffer any more punishment but, she reasoned with herself, Alison had already seen her in a much more vulnerable position in the boutique and at least she would still have her underwear on. that should wipe the smile off the face of her smug son in law.
Even so, her fingers nervously struggled with the buttons on her blouse but finally it opened, revealing to John the top half of her black basque. She had never worn such a thing before, believing basques and such like things to be the kind of thing worn by tramps and whores. But the woman in the boutique had insisted and Evelyn knew better than to argue. She was secretly pleased with the effect the basque had on her body as it squeezed her waist in and pushed her breasts up. she had never bothered to dress up like this for her husband because she didn't think she had to but maybe, she suddenly thought, maybe she should have.
She was allowed no time to dwell on these thoughts, however, as her daughter was already showing signs of impatience. She hurriedly unbuttoned her skirt and let if fall to the floor, stepping out of it to reveal her new black stockings that were attached to her basque and her black panties that matched it. It was humiliating standing there before her daughter and son in law but at least her private parts were well covered, albeit not by much.
The whole ensemble had been chosen by the owner of the boutique and, in very different circumstances, Evelyn might even have been proud of the way she looked. but pride comes before a fall, she knew, and she was worried about the effect her new underwear was having on her daughter. She tried not to worry about what would be going through John's mind but he was doing nothing to conceal the large bulge in the fron of his trousers as he readjusted his position, smiling at her the whole time.
Somewhere in her mind she was pleased that it was her body and not her daughter's that he was so obviously lusting after but Alison's next words brought her mind back to her. She had slowly walked round her mother, drinking in every inch of her sexy body with her hungry eyes and now she was ready to move on. She too had seen the effect her mother's reluctant striptease had had on her husband and the pangs of jealousy drove her on.
"Not bad, mother, but John hasn't see how your fat arse looks in your new thong. Turn around and show him."
Evelyn's eyes turned to her daughter in shock and horror. No one had ever spoken to her in such a manner before and certainly not her previously timid daughter. But, as the frown returned to Alison's face at her mother's hesitation, she realised once again that she had no choice. She couldn't risk another spanking, or worse, so she did as she was told and turned around.
John was delighted by what he saw. His wife was right,her mother did have a big arse and the strap from her thong was hidden deep within her cheeks. He readjusted the growing erection in his trousers again as he thought about the fun he was going to have with his mother in law's ample backside later. First, though, he wanted to see how far Alison would push her mother and nodded to his wife to continue.
John's obvious reaction to her mother infuriated Alison and she was determined to make the other woman pay.
"Bend over, mother."
If anything, this was even worse than having to strip, thought Evelyn. Not that her thoughts or opinions counted for much any more but she knew that Alison was hitting her in all her most vulnerable spots. The one thing that she disliked about her new outfit was her thong. She had never worn one before and it had been uncomfortable since the moment the boutique owner had pulled it up her legs. She knew her bottom had grown over the years and was much bigger than her daughter's and she knew the tiny thong would not be able to conceal this from the two sets of ravenous eyes that now stared at her in expectation. she also knew that her thong was soaking and this was the moment she was sure her son in law would notice.
Growing accustomed to taking orders from her daughter, however, she did as she was told, thankful that the tiny thong would at least hide her most private place. But Alison knew how her mother's mind worked and she knew just how to pile on the humiliation, which is exactly what John had commanded her to do in the kitchen.
"John hasn't seen your newly shaven arsehole and pussy yet, mother. Stay as you are and pull down your thong. Show us what you are hiding, mother. Show your son in law your tight arsehole."
Evelyn knew her daughter's words were designed to embarrass her but she still sobbed quietly to herself as, still bending over, she pulled her thong out from between her cheeks, peeled it off her dripping pussy, and lowered it to her knees. Her face burned with shame, burned with a deeper tinge than even her two earlier spankings had given her bottom. She stood therein her daughter's living room, exposing herself to her son in law in the most wanton fashion and truly believed that nothing could be worse than this. Why then was the need between her legs more desperate than ever?
