Please, DO NOT read if you are under the age of 18. I would love any and all constructive feedback. Thanks to all who gave feedback for the first chapter of this story and encouraged me to write more.
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Before we went to bed that night, the three of us had had a long talk. In the heat of a drunken moment, I was fine with the whole mother/daughter thing, but as we calmed down, I was almost horrified at what we had done. I expected that David would be the one to rationalize, but surprisingly, it was my own mother calmed my nerves.
"You're Father and I had an incredible sex life before he died," she told me. "I was his submissive from the very beginning of our marriage."
After hearing that, David decided to have her write the story of her training in a journal. He told her to write for at least one hour a day wearing nipple clamps off and on for 15 minutes at a time.
The next morning at breakfast, my husband David laid out the rules of the house. These rules would last for the duration of my mother's visit, and any subsequent visits thereafter, unless circumstances changed. My mother and I were to be naked at all times while in the house unless otherwise stated by him. Second, we were to be ready to be fucked at any given moment. Third, we were not to touch ourselves or each other without permission. Any infraction of these rules would be punishable at his will.
He looked at me, looked at my mom and asked "Do you agree to comply?"
We both said yes.
The smell of pussy juice was in the air as my mother and I slowly stripped. It didn't take too long as we were both only wearing nighties with nothing on underneath. It felt so raunchy to be cooking in my kitchen NAKED! And I was even more turned on by the fact that my mother was right there next to me, also without a stitch of clothing.
As we walked around the kitchen finishing breakfast, David would reach out and pinch my nipples or lightly slap Vivian's ass. I could tell he was in heaven. When he instructed us to sit with our legs spread on either side of our chairs, I almost came right then and there.
After we ate, he told us to go into the library and wait for him. We weren't to speak to each other. I followed my mother's example and sat quietly on my heels, with my knees open and my hands to my sides. We shared glances that clearly said what we were doing was mind-blowing. The silence was heavy and I could already feel my pussy pulsing with need. I looked at my mother who was looking towards the door and clearly just as excited as I was. Her outer labia were red and swollen and her nipples were rock hard tips standing at attention. His footsteps coming up the hall brought an end to the silence, and I exhaled deeply. I hoped I was ready.
He strode into the library with several items in his hands. It looked like a pink dog collar and leash. I shivered as I looked at Mother and wondered which one of us he was going to use it on. I didn't have to wait long to find out as he approached Vivian and quickly buckled the band around her neck. She made a small mewl in her throat, but gave no other signs of protest. He clipped the leash to the D-ring on the collar and crouched down on the balls of his feet next to her.
"As you can see by looking at Angel's pussy, I don't like pubic hair," he said to her. "We are going to take care of that little problem for you today." He tugged on the leash and led her back to the master bedroom on her hands and knees, motioning for me to follow. I got a great view of her dripping cunt and tiny asshole as her behind wagged in front of me. I felt so degraded crawling on my hands and knees, but that only served to heighten my horny state.
David led Vivian into our bedroom and onto the bed. He had tied soft nylon rope to the four posters of our bed and now she was instructed to go and lay spread eagle on her back. He had also placed a large towel directly in the middle of the bed, and the shaving gear on the nightstand. I knelt there, taking it all in, waiting for my own instructions. They weren't long in coming.
"Angel, tie her up, and make it good. I want her to know she can't get away." I did as I was told, making sure that the rope wasn't too tight around her limbs, but tied taut to the bed. Her arms and legs were spread wide and I brushed her gorgeous tits and thighs as I went about it. After I secured the D-ring on the collar with a rope, I nodded to David and went to sit at the foot of the bed.
He came upon her slowly with a pair of scissors. She looked slightly anxious, but made no attempt to stop him. With clinical efficiency, he made short work of the hair around her lips and pelvic area. He trimmed as closely as he could while my mother trembled slightly beneath him. He brushed away the excess hair and prepared the cake of soap by working up a good lather.
He spread the lather all over her mound and down into her pussy lips. The rich aroma of the old fashioned shaving soap hit my nostrils and I moaned along with my mother. This scent always gives me a rush and makes my nipples hard. David saves it for special occasions when he shaves me himself. The times when he has done this are especially vivid in my mind, prompting a primal response. In this case, the smell mingled with the spicy aroma of my mother's dripping cunt, and I was reminded once again of the depravity of the entire situation.
"Angel, go and put your cunt in your mother's face. Don't sit on her, I just want her to get a nice bird's eye view of how a properly shaved pussy looks," he said to me. I blushed down to my toes at his order, but moved to do his bidding. I was so turned on, I couldn't believe it. I could feel my mother's breath on my splayed pussy lips. I know she could smell me too, and that only made me wetter. My pussy was just inches away from my mother's face, and I could only fantasize about having her slick little tongue fluttering about my clit.
"Ready, girls?" he asked. I just stared at him, but my mother moaned and squirmed. I guess he took that for consent, because he leaned forward with the bowl of water in one hand, looking eager for the task ahead. As I watched, David brought the disposable pink razor to her snatch and began slow, even strokes across the rise of her pelvis. This is where the bulk of the hair was, and he sheared it easily with a few rhythmic snicks of the blade. Her breath was hitting my cunt in puffs and I looked down to see that her nipples were rock hard and begging for attention. I fondled them gently while David continued shaving, working the razor down one side of her slit. I could see her juice combined with the soap lather and I knew that she was aroused beyond belief also.
"Have you ever shaved your pussy bald, Vivian?" David asked her.