A New Life

The alarm went off for several seconds before Becky registered that it wasn't a dream. With a groan, she turned over and hit the cancel icon on her watch. "I hate Mondays," she sleepily muttered. Sleep reclaimed her immediately, at least until the second alarm went off.

"Okay. Okay. I'm up," she said aloud to the empty room, throwing back the covers and reaching over to her watch again with a petulant huff. It took her ten more minutes to talk herself out of bed, but she left her room a short time later. As she entered the main living area, she found Kate sitting at the kitchen table; she was still dressed in the same clothes from last night, and her hair was all over the place.

She looked up from her cereal as Becky entered the room. "Hey, Beca."

"Late night?" Becky asked, her tone casual as she grabbed an energy drink and a protein bar.

Kate continued to pore over the book in front of her. "Yeah, I fell asleep studying for an exam." Her voice was tinged with exhaustion.

She's cute even all stressed out

, Becky thought, watching her roommate study while finishing breakfast. Glancing at her watch, Becky threw away the wrapper and can and picked up her bag. Kate didn't notice her finish; she hadn't looked up since her initial greeting.

As she headed for the door, Becky said, "Well, good luck with your exam." Kate raised her arm and gave a lazy wave in response. Becky chuckled as she pulled the door open and almost ran into the house's mother, Mrs. Donaldson, who'd been about to knock on the door.

"Oh, there you are," Mrs. Donaldson said, handing Becky a packet.

Becky turned the folder over and saw her name on the outside. "What's this?"

"It's a copy of the sorority house rules and a list of everything happening around here," the middle-aged woman replied with a smile. "You know, what places are safe for young women and which ones to avoid, who makes the best pizza... that kind of thing."

Becky couldn't help but smile back; the woman's energy was contagious. She put the packet inside her backpack. "Thanks. I will read it after classes."

The rest of the day was spent on exams, homework, and dealing with other young adults that Becky thought were nothing more than whining, entitled brats. Throughout it all, Becky kept checking in on her mother, worried she might do something stupid. Early in the day, her mother was pretty responsive. Come early afternoon, she hadn't replied to Becky for hours.

Donald texted her right around then, too.

Still mad at me?

Becky shot back.

What do you think Asshole?

Becky shot back. Receiving no reply, she concluded he must have thought better than to push his luck.

After classes ended, Becky drove to her mother's apartment. After knocking at the door for a few minutes, she used her spare key to let herself in. "Mom?" she called out, worried.

All the curtains were closed, making the apartment dark in the late afternoon. Becky turned the lights on as she went. It only took a few minutes to get to the closed bedroom door. She closed her eyes briefly before opening them back up, turning the handle, and opening the door.

On the bed, her mother jerked the sheet to cover herself, but Becky had already seen the nipple clamps and the giant dildo she'd been sliding in and out of herself.

Jen was caught between embarrassment and anger. "Becky! What the hell?"

Becky glanced at the video playing on her mother's laptop. It was a lesbian BDSM scene where the sub was between her mistress's legs, vigorously licking the pussy in front of her.

"Young lady," Jen said sternly, "go into the living room. We will talk about boundaries after I get dressed." With the sheet held tightly to her neck, she was doing what she could to assert some control over the situation.

Becky ignored her. "You might as well finish." Ironically, she lay beside her mother on her father's pillow to watch the video.

Jen's face was a deep red. "Young Lady..."

Becky cut her mother off. "Knock the shit off, Jen. We both know how much getting caught is turning you on right now, so finish already."

Jen was shocked at the tone as much as the command in her daughter's voice.

Becky's sub-training mode kicked in despite it being her mother. "God, you're all the same." Reaching between her mother's hands, Becky grabbed a handful of the sheet and gently pulled. "Let it go." While her voice was not raised, it conveyed an expectation of obedience.

Becky watched as her mother struggled with herself, knowing it would be her mother's moment of truth. Releasing the sheet at her daughter's behest would be like a small pebble that would eventually become a landslide. On the other hand, if she insisted and held onto the sheet, Becky would just play it off as a test and help build her mother back up. It was all on Jen to decide, and both women knew it.

Time seemed to drag while Jen struggled with what to do. She hated the part of her that wanted to let go of the sheet.

This is your fucking daughter!

a voice in her mind screamed. A memory bubbled up to the surface: her holding her daughter after a boy had first broken her heart. Then came others: all the times they'd played games and chased each other.

Another part of her mind chimed in: s

he's seen you at your worst and didn't turn away.

She remembered what had happened with Camila and how Becky had protected her from both the sadistic woman and her son.

Slowly, Jen realized something: what Camila had done to her couldn't be turned off like a switch. Some of the things she'd exposed her to, like the lack of control, turned her on more than anything in her life. Jen also realized that if she let things go, she would let someone else take control of her sooner or later, as Camila had done.

What if that person is just as bad? What if they're worse?

The following images weren't memories but fears given shape: her working on a street corner and lying in a ditch.

Her mind returned to Becky - the love and acceptance she'd shown her.

Will I find someone else that will feel the same way?

Jen asked herself.

She swallowed, closed her eyes, and released the sheet. With her breathing and pulse elevated, she surrendered to her daughter. She missed the look of triumph that flashed across Becky's face. She shivered as Becky slowly pulled the sheet off, exposing her naked body.

"Open your eyes," Becky ordered as her fingers traced circles down her mother's chest and over her breasts, avoiding the nipple clamps. Jen opened her eyes and looked at her daughter, who was lying across from her.

"Swing around and lay against me," Becky commanded. "No, leave the dildo inside your pussy."Becky ordered.

Jen blushed as she spun her body around, positioning her back against her daughter's body, holding the dildo in place so it didn't fall out.

After her mother was leaning back against her, Becky set the laptop down next to them and started the scene over again. She gently stroked her mother's breasts. "Watch how she services her mistress. Now, fuck yourself while you watch her. You are not to cum unless I say so, Mother. Understand?"

Jen nodded, moaning as she watched the video. She fucked her own soaked pussy while her daughter played with her breasts and nibbled on her ears and neck.

This can't be real

, she thought as she started building toward an orgasm.

She gently kissed her mother's neck and ears, noting the places that elicited the strongest reactions.

This can't be real

, Jen thought as she started building toward an orgasm.

Becky could feel her mother starting to tense. "Don't you dare cum without asking for permission." She pulled the nipple clamps hard, stopping things again.

Jen thought it felt weird having to ask her daughter if she could cum, but she had agreed to this. "Sorry, Becky."

"It's Mistress," Becky said, "not Becky," as she twisted the clamps, causing her mother to take a sharp breath.

Jen quickly apologized. "Sorry, Mistress."

Becky released the clamps and continued kissing and licking her mother's neck and ears.

Jen's orgasm started climbing again, the obscene squishing sounds the dildo was making getting louder the wetter she got. She began to turn red from embarrassment. "Mistress, may I cum?"

Becky slid her hands down the sides of her mother's rib cage. "Not yet."

Jen stopped moving the dildo, not wanting to cum without permission.

Becky twisted the nipple clamps harder than last time. "I didn't tell you to stop."

Jen reached for her daughter's hands and the clamps. "Ouch! Shit! That hurts!"

When Jen's hands touched her daughter's, Becky squeezed hard on the clamps, crushing Jen's nipples. Simultaneously, she wrapped her legs around her mother's to keep her from moving away.

"Get your fucking hands back on that dildo," Becky ordered.

Jen struggled for a few seconds, but the pain in her nipples became too much, so she stopped and grabbed the dildo. The instant her hands left her daughter's, Becky released the pressure on her mother's nipples.

The dominant daughter stroked her submissive mother's face. "Never touch me without permission, and never stop doing something unless you are told."

Jen was sobbing. The pain in her nipples slowly turned into a dull ache.

Becky removed the nipple clamps. "I don't want to hurt you, but you must follow directions." Jen cried out as the blood returned to her nipples, but Becky held her, kissed her, and gently caressed her until she calmed down.

"Now, start fucking yourself with that dildo before I have to punish you again," Becky said.

"Yes, Mistress," Jen said, her voice catching.

With the dildo moving quickly in and out of her soaked pussy, Jen started climbing toward the orgasm that the pain had ruined before. "Oh," she said. She felt herself getting closer. Her eyes were closed, and her head leaned against her daughter's shoulder.

Becky moved her hands down her mother's body, running her fingers lightly over her skin until they arrived at her clit.

Jen bit her lower lip as Becky rolled her clit between her fingers. "Please don't."

Kissing her mother's ear, Becky asked, "Do you want me to stop?"

Jen responded breathlessly. "No."

Becky smiled, knowing it was only a matter of a minute or so before her mother exploded. She could see that Jen realized it, too.

"May I cum, Mistress?"

"Why should I let you?" Becky asked, running her forefinger from the base of her mother's clit to the top, getting a big moan out of her mother.

"Please, Mistress. I don't know if I can stop it."

She strummed her mother's clit again. "If I let you, what do I get?"

Not caring anymore what her daughter wanted her to do, Jen said, "Oh, fuck. Anything."

Placing her finger on Jen's clit and gently rubbing it in circles, Becky asked, "Anything?"

"Anything! May I CUM?"

Becky knew her mother couldn't hold out anymore. Pinching her mother's clit hard while her mother's body tensed, Becky said, "Yes, Mommy, you can cum."

Jen's world went white as the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced ripped through her body. She jerked and squirted for what seemed to her like hours before everything went dark. Through it all, Jen felt Becky holding her close, strumming her clit to keep the orgasm flowing, whispering "I love you" repeatedly in her ear. When Jen passed out, Becky untangled herself and climbed out of bed, admiring the older woman lying sprawled in front of her.

I hope I look that good when I get her age

, Becky thought before getting something to drink. She grabbed a glass of water for her mother and returned in time to see her start to regain a sense of her surroundings. Becky placed the glasses on the nightstand and stripped, standing at the edge of the bed and looking down at her mother.

Jen slowly realized that Becky was no longer holding her. The bliss of her orgasm gave way to panic.

Does she think I'm a horrible person and hate me now? Will she freak out and leave?

Her thoughts were chaotic as she turned over onto her stomach and found her daughter naked, looking down at her with her arms crossed under her breasts.

They just looked at each other for a few seconds, Jen seeing her daughter nude for the first time in years, Becky tapping her fingers on her forearm as she waited for Jen to say something.

When the silence continued, Becky turned slowly, letting Jen look at her body. "Like what you and Dad made?"

Feelings of lust mixed together with pride, love, shame, and other emotions came so fast that Jen couldn't name them. She blushed while stammering, "Oh God, this isn't right." Reaching down, she pulled the dildo out of her pussy, fully intending to hide in the bathroom until Becky left.

Becky frowned at her mother. "I didn't tell you to get up or pull that out."

Jen froze, suddenly unsure what she should be doing. Becky squatted in front of Jen so their eyes were aligned. Keeping her tone gentle, Becky asked, "I need you to be honest with yourself and me. Can you do that?"

Jen trembled as she nodded, too afraid to speak.

"Putting aside the emotional and social garbage for a moment: the things you have been doing since you moved into this apartment have filled a void you didn't know was there, right?"

Becky simply waited. Jen silently thought about what Donald and Camila had forced her to do and what she had done while Becky had held her. It had all turned on a part of her that she had denied existed for a very long time. She knew something lurked, waiting for her to let her guard down. She could feel tears running down her cheeks as she nodded again.

Becky leaned in, wiping them away. "It's okay, Mom. There's no need to cry or feel bad about it. Do you trust me?"

Jen was surprised by the question.

Of course, I trust my daughter!

"Yes, why..." she started to answer aloud when Becky pressed her lips, silencing her.

"I think you have figured out by now that you're submissive," Becky said. "It's not a big shocker or anything if you think about it. Look at how you are with Dad or behave with your parents."

Jen realized that Becky was right. She was what her mom had called "timid" growing up.

"Now, going off the porn you were watching and the nipple clamps," Becky said, noticing her mother's deep blush at their mention, "I'm going to guess you want to be like the sub in that movie. Don't you?"

Jen looked down when she answered. "Yes."

Becky forced her to look up at her. "I think you have picked up that I am a dom, right, Jen?"

If being called by her name had phased her, Jen didn't show it. "I saw how you were with Camila and David the other day," Jen said, but then a puzzled look appeared. "But today..."

"Today, it felt like I was somewhere between a Dom and a lover?" Becky finished.

"Yes."

"Just because I am a dom doesn't mean I want to hurt or abuse a sub all the time. You were forced into being a sub by a sadistic woman who just wanted to abuse you. Camila wasn't a dom; she's just a bully, and Donald is a little boy who doesn't know how to keep his cock in his pants."

The room grew quiet. Becky waited patiently again while Jen was lost in thought. She knew that if she pushed too hard, there was a risk her mother would just close down.

"Where do we go now?" Jen finally asked.

Becky moved a stray hair away from her mother's eyes. "That depends on you. We can pretend I didn't walk in and catch you jilling to some Lesbian BDSM porn, or you can become one of my subs and let me worry about fulfilling your kinks. I'm going to be honest with you, Mom: my worry about the first choice is that someone else will take advantage of you as Camila did, but you are an adult, and you get to make that decision."

Jen didn't have to think about it; she had already decided when Becky had asked if she trusted her. "I want you to be my Mistress." Jen was surprised that she felt excited instead of afraid.

Becky was almost afraid to push it, but she wanted her mother to really think about it. "Are you sure? I will make you do things that society won't approve of. Some of them will embarrass or humiliate you; if you don't obey, I will be forced to punish you like I did earlier. Can you handle that, Mommy?"

Jen smiled. "I think I can, Mistress."

Becky stood over her mother. "Okay, then. Let's get started. Lay on your back and start fucking your cunt with the dildo. You're not to cum without permission, Mommy."

Once Jen was on her back, looking up at her, Becky turned around and slowly lowered her ass to her mother's face. "Only use your tongue and lick my asshole, Mommy," she ordered as she sat down. She placed her asshole over her mother's lips; her pussy covered a fair bit of her face. Nothing happened for a few seconds, and Becky considered punishing her mother. However, before she could act on that thought, a tentative lick from her mother's tongue across her pink hole kept her still.

Wiggling a little on her mother's face, Becky said, "When I give you an instruction, I expect you to do it a little faster next time, slut."

Jen responded by licking her daughter's asshole more diligently as she sped up fucking herself with the dildo.

Oh God, this is so nasty

, she thought. The humiliation of licking an asshole was that much more profound because it was her youngest daughter's asshole.

"You're doing good, Mommy," Becky said and was rewarded with her mother pushing the tip of her tongue inside her ass. "Good Mommy! Push your tongue deeper inside my ass." She twisted her own breasts and began grinding her pussy against her mother's nose. The two women were rapidly approaching their orgasms, and although Jen was fighting the urge to cum, she was losing the battle.

Becky hasn't permitted me to cum yet

, she thought, and that alone was almost enough to push her over the edge. She dug her nails into her palms, the pain barely enough to distract her.

Becky raised her body off her mother's face and moved enough to see her eyes. "Open your mouth, Mommy. Your baby has something for you." Keeping eye contact with her mother, Becky rapidly fingered herself, quickly approaching the point of no return. "You can cum when I do, Mommy."

Right at the peak, Becky ripped her fingers out of her soaked pussy and sat on her mother's open mouth as she squirted. Jen rapidly swallowed, not wanting to miss anything. Becky shivered and finished, falling to the side. It was too much for Jen; she screamed and curled into the fetal position as her body shook. Becky wrapped her arms around Jen and held her, stroking her back and hair as the older woman finished cumming.

"How was your first time as my sub?" Becky asked when her mother opened her eyes again.

Jen answered honestly as she snuggled against her daughter's breasts. "The orgasms I have had today were the best in my life."

Becky glanced at her watch. "Sorry, I have to go." She extricated herself and began to dress. Jen didn't want her to go, realizing it wasn't so much that her daughter was leaving but that her Mistress and lover were. After Becky dressed, she looked at her mother's sweaty body. The dildo was still partially inside her pussy. With a smile, she gently grabbed her mother's breasts, stroking her sore nipples. She moved in for a kiss and slid her tongue inside her mother's pliant mouth.

When Becky released her mother, she said, "Clean up and put the toy away. No more masturbating or watching porn unless I permit you, either. No dating, no sex, nothing. I want you to relax for the next couple of days. Understand, slut?"

Jen was slightly annoyed that she wouldn't be allowed to touch herself, but she tried not to let it show. "Yes, Mistress."

Becky pulled out her phone and pointed the camera at her mother. Jen reached for the sheet, but Becky's stern look stopped her. "I don't have time to punish you for that right now, but I will later, Mommy. I own your fucking ass now, so get used to being my little sub. Got it?"