Sally dressed quickly and rushed from her mother's side to her own room. She was horrified at the thought of bumping into any of the household staff as her son's cum still streaked her face and leaked from her pussy. Since he had taken her panties with him she knew her trousers would be stained by the time she reached her room but she had had no other option. She wondered what the maid would think of her when she did her daily collection for the laundry.
She closed the bedroom door behind her and, breathing a sigh of relief that none of the staff were about, she quickly walked through to her en suite bathroom. As she undressed for the second time since she had arrived home she caught sight of her reflection in the full length mirror. Embarrassment flooded her anew at the woman looking back on her. If it had been anyone but herself then she would have instantly dismissed the woman as a slut. And only a slut would have had the telltale white stains on the crotch of her trousers that she now looked at in disgust. She shuddered with each new shame that assailed her and wondered, not for the first time, what was to become of her.
Her make up was ruined, streaked by her son's cum and her mother's juices, and her own pubic hair was matted with sweat and even more cum. She could never have imagined that her day, her life, could have taken the turns it had over the last few hours but, even so, she tried to see what it was that had attracted her closest family members and what had caused them to treat her in such an abominable fashion. She knew she could still turn heads but that didn't explain why her own mother and son would want to use her in the way they had.
Dismissing such thoughts as perverted, she turned the shower on, letting it run, wanting it to be as hot as she could stand. She would need the heat, the steam, to cleanse her body from what had befallen it but she doubted whether she would ever feel clean again.
As she allowed the water to cascade over her used body she could not stop her mind from wandering back over the events of the last few hours. Ever since her mother had left the office early to deal with "a family emergency" she had had a sense of foreboding but not even her wildest imagination could have prepared her for what had happened.
Cursing her late husband once again, she lay all the blame on his shoulders. It wasn't enough that he had deserted her when he had died suddenly; it wasn't enough that he had bequeathed ownership and control of the family business, the family home and everything they owned to their son; it wasn't enough that her son had somehow discovered the details of her late husband's will and had decided to use them against her. What was worse than any of this was the fact that her mother had turned against her too and thrown her hat in with her son. She blamed her husband for all of it.
And yet.
As the water washed away the evidence of her sins from her body, that same body began to react in ways which she could only have described as sinful too. As the force of the shower hit her breasts, her nipples became hard. Sally reached her hands to them and moaned softly as forgotten thrills run from them all the way down her body. She knew that it wasn't just the shower that was making her wet between her legs now and pinched her nipples just a little, another small moan of pleasure escaping her lips.
Elizabeth had followed her daughter. It hadn't been too difficult as she knew Sally's mind would have been in a whirl after everything that had happened in the study. She knocked quietly on the younger woman's door but, when no reply was forthcoming, she softy opened the door and stepped inside. She hadn't been in this room for such a long time, preferring to summon her daughter to the room which had previously been her study but was now firmly in her grandson's ownership. She looked around at the unfamiliar but tasteful furniture and decorations, allowing herself a moment of pride that she had taught her daughter well.
When she heard the sound of the shower running, however, she knew it was time to put the next step of Tony's plan to dominate his mother into operation. Praying that her daughter had been too distracted to bother with locking her bathroom door, she silently turned the handle. Sure enough, the door opened and she swung it open to reveal a steam filled room. The focus of her attention wasn't too hard to find, however, and she quickly shed the tight blouse and skirt that Tony had kindly allowed her to wear in the house. She had quickly become accustomed to his "no underwear in the house" rule and knew that it was now her job to convince her daughter to accept the same guidance.
She stepped behind the screen and was welcomed by the sight of her daughter playing with her hard nipples, her eyes shut tight, and her face contorted in pleasure. Before Sally could discover her mother's intrusion or open her eyes, Elizabeth latched on to the swollen nipple that her daughter was not playing with and wrapped her arms around the younger woman's waist, holding her tightly to her own naked body.
"Mother! What on earth do you think you are doing? Get out of her! Now!"
"I don't think so, Sally. I saw what you were doing. I saw you tugging at your nipples. And those moans I heard were not of someone in pain. You're loving this aren't you?"
"What? No! Of course not! How can you say that! What has become of you, mother?"
But even though she screamed her protestations, her mother ignored her. In her heart of hearts Sally didn't blame her because, even though she knew what they were doing was wrong, her body was responding in a way that seemed to make everything right. Her pussy tingled anew and she wondered why she had never allowed any of her hopeful suitors to pleasure her nipples the way her mother was now doing.
She was like putty in her mother's hands, hands that were becoming more and more experienced by the minute. The older woman insistently forced one leg between her daughter's and she smiled when she felt Sally instinctively rub herself on it. Elizabeth's mouth hadn't left her daughter's nipple the whole time and she suddenly wondered what the reaction would be if she brought her teeth into play.
Scraping her expensively polished set across Sally's sensitive nipple she was rewarded by a cry of pure pleasure and she felt her daughter grinding harder against her leg. Just as she thought the younger woman was going to cum without any more stimulation, she stopped. Her daughter whimpered in dismay and shame as she realised what she had been doing with her own mother.
Elizabeth was not done with her daughter just yet, however. Spinning her around, she reached for the luxurious shower gel and began to lather Sally's back, just as she used to do when they were both much younger. If her daughter thought there was anything innocent in her motherly care then she was sadly mistaken.
The older woman now moved closer to her daughter, so close that Sally could feel her mother's wet body pressing against her back. With soapy hands Elizabeth reached round her and began to lavish attention, and suds, on her daughter's breasts, paying particular attention to those nipples that she was now fascinated by.
She heard the door quietly open behind her and knew that Tony was now in position, knowing too that he would have his camera with him. When he had outlined this part of the plan to her earlier she hadn't been sure that she could go through with it but a few more smacks on her poor bottom and she had been willing to do anything.
"Close your eyes, Sally. I don't want you to get any shampoo in your eyes."
It was exactly what her mother used to say to her when she was a child so she obediently did as she was told, just as her mother turned her round once more. Instead of proceeding to wash her daughter's hair, however, Elizabeth dropped to her knees, kissing her way down her daughter's dripping body.
Tony was recording every minute of this most intimate of showers. He had realised that he might need some extra leverage over his mother if he was to force her to submit to his desires as fully as her mother had. Promising to send his recording to every member of the church committee should keep her in line, he thought. She would never be able to recover her position from the scandal of being caught in such a position with another woman. The fact that the other woman was her mother would just make his hold over her even tighter.
