Delores led the two women to her bedroom. Once there, she directed Sarah to retrieve the play box from the closet and ordered Tara to lie down on the bed. Walking over to her dresser, she retrieved the leather strap on harness from her lingerie drawer. Delores kept it in there instead of her box because she hardly ever used it. It had been a gift from one of her playthings and, while she personally didn't like it, it seemed perfect for what was to come next.
While in the closet, Sarah hesitated for a second. The reality of what was to come had hit her at that moment. This was her daughter that they were playing with. Granted, this had been a fantasy of hers for a very long time. It was intolerable living in the house at times because her desires for Tara almost overwhelmed her. Sarah would have to control herself when her daughter would be running around in just her panties and a tee shirt, or worse, a bathing suit that showed off most of her body. She would run to her bedroom and bring herself off, dreaming of what she and Tara would do to each other. But, that was fantasy. No harm, no foul. This, on the other hand, was reality. She had kissed her daughter already, not as a mother, but as another woman with whom she wanted to make love to. There was still time for her to put a stop to this. She knew that Delores would understand. But, did she want to stop it?
Tara didn't want to stop, that was certain. A new world had opened up to her. One of joyous pleasure. Yes, the spanking had hurt but the orgasm that followed was better than anything she'd ever experienced in her short life. The fact that her mother was there wasn't a turn off at all. In fact, the forbidden aspect just added a whole new layer of carnal desires. She had watched the video of her mother be spanked and sexually abused by Mrs. Samson. Remembering the sounds of the paddle smacking against her mother's ass and the cries of both pain and pleasure that the older woman had issued forth caused Tara to slide her hand down to her pussy and begin to rub herself. A moan escaped her lips as her fingers toyed with her clit.
Delores knew what was happening with both Sarah and Tara right now. She recognized the conflicting emotions of the mother and watched the daughter's actions. Wisely keeping silent, she waited for what was to come next.
The sound of her daughter's moans stirred Sarah from her reverie. Tara may be her daughter, she reasoned, but she was also a woman. A highly desirable woman that Sarah had wanted to pleasure for a long time. The very act that she thought would never come had been presented to her and she realized that she would be a fool not to take advantage of the situation. She still loved her daughter with all of her heart and nothing would change that. Another moan from Tara caused her to pick up the box and bring it out. Placing it on the floor at the foot of the bed, she stood up and caught Delores' eyes. Both women stared at each other for a second. Wordless questions came from Delores and Sarah nodded her head in affirmation.
Delores smiled when her lover confirmed that she was okay with what was happening. The older woman walked over and embraced Sarah, kissing her hard on the mouth. Their tongues wrestled together before the sounds of pleasure from Tara caused them to stop kissing. Both women, still hugging, turned their heads and looked at the young girl fingering herself lewdly in front of them. Delores broke the embrace and reached down, grasping Tara by her feet. Dragging the young woman down until her ass was at the edge of the bed, Delores picked up a length of rope from the box, then pulled Tara's right leg up and began to tie her ankle to one of the posts. Sarah realized what the older woman was doing and reached for a piece of rope also. She grabbed Tara's other leg and tied it the same way, splaying the girl's glistening pussy wide open.
Tara, having brought herself off, just lay there in post orgasmic bliss as the two women bound her legs to the bed. She watched with a sense of curious detachment as her legs were pulled high and spread open. Tara wanted to finger herself again but Mrs. Samson walked over to her carrying a set of handcuffs and more rope. The older woman looked into her eyes for a moment and then locked the cuffs onto Tara's wrists. Her arms were pulled above her head before being tied off. Now, she couldn't move. She tested the bonds, trying to move her legs and arms, but to no avail. Tara began breathing heavily, not from panic, but from desire. She knew that no harm would come to her but the feeling of helplessness still began to overwhelm her. She wanted to touch herself so badly but couldn't. Nor could she stop what was about to happen.
Sarah watched Delores pick up the strap on harness from the bed where she'd placed it. She was a little surprised that her lover had retrieved the harness, knowing that the older woman didn't much care to use it. Then, her eyes got really big when Delores attached a dildo to the harness and handed the piece of leather to her. She was the one to fuck her own daughter. The very thought excited Sarah and, with shaking hands, took the harness from Delores and began to buckle it around her waist. She didn't notice, wrapped up in the act as she was, that Delores had reached into the box and retrieved two more pieces of rope.
When Sarah was finished buckling the dildo to her waist, Delores smiled at the sight. She reached out, grabbed Sarah by the ponytail, and pulled her in front of her daughter. Sarah just stood there, allowing Delores to direct her actions. She gazed down at Tara and recognized the look in the young woman's face. It was the same expression that she'd had when Delores first bound her. It was a mixture of desire, fear, helplessness, and longing that was playing out on Tara's face. The motherly need to comfort the girl was rising in Sarah. But then, she felt her wrist being gripped and then tied to the post. Delores tied her hand in a way so that she could grab Tara's leg if she wanted to. Then, the other hand was tied the same way.
Delores finished binding Sarah to the bed before stepping back. She was just about to use the last of her rope for what she had planned. Gripping the plastic phallus hanging from Sarah's waist, Delores inserted about two inches of it into Tara's pussy. The young woman groaned at the feeling of the intrusion and tried to move her body so that more was inside but groaned again, this time in frustration, when she couldn't. Delores smiled at the sound of Tara's denial. She pulled the last piece of rope and actually had to use her fabric sheers that she kept in her sewing kit to cut it into three lengths. Using the two longest pieces, Delores tied Sarah's legs to the bottom frame of the bed, spreading them wide. Then, she reached back into the box and brought out two sets of nipple clamps. Standing, behind Sarah, she began to nibble and suck on her lover's neck while she reached around and started playing with Sarah's titty tips. Pinching and pulling on them until they became hard, Delores attached first the right clamp and then the left one.
Sarah tilted her head when Delores had begun to suck on her neck. This had always been a turn on for her ever since high school when she'd gotten her first hickey. Then she moaned in pain when the first clamp was attached to her nipple and moaned again when the second one went on. They were tightened almost to the point of being unbearable. She gripped Tara's legs tightly in a futile attempt to mitigate the pain in her tits. Her body began to tremble at the strain of being positioned like she was, causing the dildo buried inside Tara to start to shake.
Tara watched as the clamps went on and her mother's reactions. She felt the dildo begin to twitch which caused her pussy to start to tingle. Her legs and arms were beginning to ache from being bound and she desperately wanted to be fucked. Her eyes followed Mrs. Samson as the woman walked over to her and began to pinch her nipple just the same way as what happened to her mother not a minute ago. She tilted her head and watched as the clamps were attached. Suddenly, the aches in her arms and legs were secondary to the throbbing in her tits.
Delores grabbed the last piece of rope. Threading it around the chains that connected both pairs of clamps, she pulled the rope taut before tying it in a knot. This caused mother and daughter's breasts to be pulled out into fleshy cones. Finally, her masterwork was complete. She stood back for a moment, drinking in the delicious scene before her. Then she went and retrieved her digital camera, taking many pictures, making sure to capture the expressions of the two women bound before her. Then, after putting down the camera, she walked over to where her paddle was lying on the floor and picked it up.
Sarah watched as Delores deliberately took her time grabbing the wooden implement. In her sex induced haze, she hadn't really thought of what was happening. But, as she felt the cool wood being rubbed against the skin of her ass, the realization sank in that she was going to be paddled which caused her to hold her breath in anticipation. She tried twisting her head so that she could look at Delores, but the older woman was standing just out of sight. That's when the first blow fell. The paddle smacking her ass made a resounding THWACK which echoed in the room. The force of the blow drove Sarah's hips forward, slamming the dildo deep into Tara's pussy. Tara's breath was taken away from the sudden intrusion into her body. Her nipples were yanked hard when her mother arched her back from the pain of the blow.
