Author's Note: This Part is dedicated to Luan Santana (not the singer), who incidentally inspired the entire story. Yes I know the publishing rate has been abysmal (life happens), and the narrative may be shifting into something somewhat unrecognizable, while at the same time being almost too familiar. Yet I feel more compelled than ever to finish it. Thanks for your longstanding patience & attention. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, shining with the beckoning wrath of a dying sun. See you again soon friends.
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Strangely Olivia woke up before her two companions. Her first thought was that she had dreamed it all, even after she rolled over and confirmed that Marcella was still sleeping between her and Maithri in their bed. Although she wasn't absolutely convinced until she peeked under the covers and saw the shiny black chastity panties wrapped securely around her mother's hips. Apprehensively she reached down and ran her fingers shakily over the sleek material.
They were real alright. Her mother stirred as though she were dreaming, Olivia wondered if it was a good dream or a nightmare. Marcella's face scrunched up, an expression of ecstasy, or perhaps agony. Olivia gently touched her mother's cheek, turning it towards her, guiding it to her own, she leaned in and kissed Marcella tenderly on the lips. Her mom moaned softly in her sleep.
Olivia kissed her again, without breaking contact, an endless series of delicate little pecks. She kept on kissing until her mother stirred fitfully. The moment Marcella's eyes fluttered open, Olivia pulled away, grinning guiltily. Her mom drowsily smiled back but didn't say anything, it was possible she hadn't even noticed her daughter's kisses.
After a minute or two Marcella pulled back the covers, exposing them both to the cool morning air, she raised her eyebrows slightly when she noticed that her daughter was completely naked, but that didn't stop her from gracefully rolling over and pushing herself up on her hands and knees. Maithri slept on, somehow oblivious to the commotion.
Marcella moved sideways, climbing over her daughter, she paused briefly above her to catch her breath, staring intently into her eyes. "I really have to pee." She rasped. Olivia blinked, unsure of where her mother was going with this. Marcella lowered her head, glancing down between her legs. "Can you unlock me please?" She grunted. Olivia snorted, finally making the connection.
"Oh! Ah, right.
Sorry
." She responded quickly, but her hands froze at her sides. Marcella waited for a second then grinning toothily lowered her head towards her daughter's face until their noses were almost touching.
"I can do it right here if you want. All over you, and your bed." She chuckled wickedly. Olivia's face quirked anxiously, her mom seemed completely serious. Almost instantly her hands started moving on their own, rising from her sides, turning palms up, heading towards her mother's belly. Her fingers were trembling but she wasn't about to let Marcella piss herself.
"Jesus Cristo." She mumbled, her hands fumbling in the pleasantly warm, tight, empty, space between their bodies. Somehow she misjudged their position and ended up putting one hand directly on top of her mother's crotch. Marcella inhaled swiftly and her smile widened dangerously.
"A little higher." Her mom breathed. "If you don't mind." She added, her wolfish grin returning to its normal size. Olivia nodded dumbly, sliding her hands slowly upward, following the cold metal zipper to its inevitable termination point. Marcella sighed happily, she seemed to be enjoying herself. It was difficult to move with their bodies so close, Olivia was forced to drag her fingers roughly up the front of her mother's panties.
The cool slippery lytex felt as hard as bulletproof glass. Finally her fingertips hit the dangly zipper pull. Slightly contorted Olivia was able to press her thumb into the circle. It flashed once white. "I-I think I did it." She gasped, unexpectedly exhausted and exhilarated all at once. Marcella just nodded absently and slumped her shoulders.
"Be a doll and unzip them a bit, just to be sure." She murmured. Olivia swallowed hard and did her best to drag the zipper back downward. She moved it several centimeters, it made a loud audible clicking sound as each tooth disengaged. Hand cramping and slightly panting Olivia let her limp wrists flop down onto her belly. Marcella leaned in a gave her a quick peck on the lips. "Obrigada Filha." She hissed.
Then she was rocking and swinging over and off the side of the bed. She stood next to the edge for a moment, glancing down at her panties, she pushed the zipper pull up gently from below. The red circle in the center had turned green. "As long as it's is green they're unlocked." She said, glancing up at her daughter. Olivia was having trouble focusing since she could see a small thin wedge of her mother's sexy dark curls poking out from between the edges of the shiny silver zipper.
She nodded distractedly. "I might lose control and masturbate." Marcella said suddenly, her face turning faintly red. "Maybe you should come with me, to make sure I don't." She finished, eyes fluttering before darting away. Olivia wasn't sure if her mom really wanted what she was asking for. Did she have some kind of secret pee fetish? Or was she genuinely worried? Regardless, her undeniably submissive behavior was as exciting as it was hard to resist, but Olivia didn't feel like being baited first thing in the morning.
"No." Olivia said softly after a moment's consideration. "You have been very... Well behaved, lately. I know you won't touch yourself. I trust you. Go
pee
already!" Marcella nodded, she didn't look pleased or displeased. She probably had wanted Olivia to come with her, but she'd also probably wanted to be denied. This realization sent a pang of arousal right into Olivia's clit, she almost squealed.
"Okay, but I'm coming right back as soon as I'm done. I want you to lock these up again." Marcella smiled, turning quickly, her thighs still pressed tightly together, she really had been holding it, and started moving as fast as possible towards the bathroom. Olivia felt a warm, wet, patch forming between her legs. She'd never intended to have this much control over her mom, but it seemed like Marcella's desire to be controlled was boundless.
Would she even be able to handle her mother? Olivia threw back her head in exasperation and groaned loudly at the ceiling. She turned her head to check on Maithri, the girl was still predictably fast asleep. Olivia felt a pang of jealousy almost as strong as the excitement she'd felt moments before.
Less than a minute later Marcella returned, her lytex panties were zipped all the way up, but the zipper ring was still glowing green. She sauntered over. "I brought you a little present." She snickered, holding something behind her back with one hand.
She braced her thighs against the edge of her daughter's bed and jutted out her hips. "Lock me up, and I'll give it to you." She murmured solicitously. Scowling slightly Olivia turned sideways and reached out with her right hand. She easily caught the dangling pull and squeezed it tightly with her thumb. It flashed and there was a faint telltale
snick
. When she let go the circle had turned red again.
Marcella let out a long satisfied sigh. Her arm swung out from behind her back, and then there was something airy and white dangling in Olivia's face, obscuring her vision. She reached up to grab it, but it darted away, Marcella's smirking face replaced the white blur. "From yesterday,
and
last night." She murmured, dragging them back over her daughter's face, teasing her. "Try them on, I already pinned them up for you." Marcella let go of the white lace panties, leaving them draped comically over Olivia's head.
Olivia reached up sluggishly, drunk on her mother's scent. She almost didn't want to remove the lingerie, Marcella's dark shadowy form shifted expectantly through the veil of white lace that hung down in front of her daughter's eyes. The allure of wearing them finally overwhelmed Olivia, taking one last deep breath she grabbed them with both hands. Locking eyes with her mom, she bent her legs and wriggled her feet through their respective holes.
Arching her back she pulled them on, tugging them tight and smoothing out both sides. Her pussy throbbed underneath the ephemeral fabric. Marcella grinned and held out her hands. "Stand up Filha, I want to see them from the back." Olivia nearly leapt out of bed, she was insanely turned on and the idea of provoking Marcella got her even more excited. She twisted around, spread her legs a little apart and then bent over, resting her hands on the bed.
Marcella made an appreciative sound. Olivia wiggled her butt and rocked her heels even farther apart. Finally she let her arms fold and rested her chest lightly on the covers. A second or two passed, she heard her mother moving forward, and then she felt Marcella's hips bump softly into her ass. The lytex was cool and hard, Olivia's vulva spasmed as it dug languidly into her flesh, and then her mother's arms were snaking around her waist and sliding up her chest.
Olivia gasped as Marcella's hands settled over her tits, cupping them, almost squeezing but not quite. Then she was being pulled upright, her mom was hugging her tightly to her chest. They were so close, it was surprisingly intense. Her mom's fingers trailed lightly over Olivia's nipples, causing her to shudder. "I think you should wear the bra too." Marcella murmured into her ear. Letting go temporarily so that she could unhook it from her own back.
She slid the straps down her arms, then fished it out from between their bodies. Gently she helped her daughter put it on from behind, pulling it into position and then leaning back far enough to hook the clasps between Olivia's shoulder blades. She paused in this position for a moment, holding the strap taut with four fingers still curled underneath, pressing her crotch firmly against her daughter's ass.
Olivia moaned quietly, and despite a rapidly growing sense of embarrassment, found herself pushing her butt back into her mother's rigid lap. Marcella let the strap go suddenly so that it snapped sharply against Olivia's skin. The girl yelped and twisted quickly around, but she wasn't angry, not even the littlest bit. Marcella grinned and reaching up she carefully adjusted the cups around her daughter's petite bust.
"And there we go, you look just like me when I was your age... Well technically younger, and with slightly bigger tits." She laughed raspily. Olivia scowled, but she'd come to accept and even love her small boobs. They did make it a lot easier for her to pass as Baduro, and had probably helped her avoid a lot of sexual harassment throughout the years.
