Tae Your Daughter at Wor Day

I had just kissed my husband goodbye, as he left for another business trip, when my phone dinged. It was from Rose. I thought back to my last meeting with the sexy young woman, and how she had suggested that I should commit incest with my beautiful daughter, Bree. She didn't know that Bree and I were already intimate, so she had tried to convince me by saying that she and Annika were both intimate with their mothers. The text read, "A & I would like you & Bree to join us for dinner. Promise no pressure, just friendly dinner." That was an enticing offer, Rose and Annika were both beautiful and interesting women. I texted Bree to see if she was interested; she immediately responded, "Eat Rose and Annika? Sure, I'm up for that!"

I replied, "eat WITH Rose and Annika, you naughty girl!"

"Well, I guess we'll need to eat some food to keep our strength up. Yeah, ok. I'm game."

I replied to Rose, letting her know that we'd love to join her and Annika for dinner. She replied with the time and address and said she was looking forward to seeing us again.

When I got home, Bree rushed to kiss me as soon as I closed the door behind me. Her lips were so soft and her body so warm. I seriously considered texting Rose to say we wouldn't be able to make it. Somehow, I found the strength to break our kiss; my husband would be gone all week, so we'd have lots of time to play. "We need to get ready for dinner, baby. I'm going to take a quick shower." I gave Bree a light swat on the ass. "And you need to get dressed, young lady."

I was rinsing the shampoo out of my hair when I felt arms wrap around my waist and lips on my shoulder blade. A hand slid down to rub against my increasingly wet sex and Bree whispered in my ear, "I've been craving this pussy all week, Mommy." I turned and pushed her against the wall, reaching down between her legs to find her dripping wet, and not from the water. I must've been hornier than I realized, because it took Bree almost no time at all to make me cum so fucking hard that I got weak in the knees. Well, if you're having a hard time standing, there are always alternatives. I got down on my knees and buried my face in my daughter's hot cunt. With fingers and tongue, it didn't take me long to get Bree off. I stood and said, "ok, now we really need to finish getting ready."

"Kiss me first, Mommy. Let me taste myself on your lips."

Believe it or not, we did manage to finish getting ready, and even made it to the address Rose gave me roughly on time. I wasn't sure what I was expecting, maybe a meth house or maybe a gothic castle with a sex dungeon, but what I found was a perfectly ordinary ranch-style house in the middle of suburbia. AS we got closer, I realized I was mistaken; this house was quite a bit nicer than the other homes in the very nice neighborhood.

Rose greeted us at the door and welcomed us in. "Welcome! You're just in time, Annika's putting the finishing touches on dinner." Rose was dressed in a royal blue crushed velvet dress that hugged her curves delightfully; sexy, but not at all trashy.

Rose led us into the dining room, where Annika was setting dinner on the table. She was wearing a lovely sundress that came almost to her knees, looking every bit like a domestic goddess. She smiled at us warmly, saying that she was very glad we could join them.

Annika is an excellent cook and dinner was delicious. Wine flowed freely and conversation was lively. Rose kept her word and didn't make any sexual suggestions about Bree or me. In fact, the discussion was almost entirely innocent. After dinner, we moved to the living room with another bottle of wine. Bree and I sat on the love seat, Rose sat in an armchair and Annika sat at her feet. That was the first hint all evening that Rose and Annika weren't a completely vanilla couple.

As we continued drinking, the conversation started turning a bit spicier. I admit, I was pretty tipsy. I remembered Rose saying that she and Annika were involved with their mothers and I got curious. Finally, curiosity overwhelmed propriety. "Rose, the last time we spoke, you implied that you and your Mom were involved with each other, ya know, romantically. Um, if you don't mind me askin', how does something like that happen?"

"Piqued your interest, huh? I don't mind you asking, and I don't mind sharing the story. Here's how it all happened."

It was my 18th birthday when Mom sat me down to talk. Helena, that's Annika's Mom, was there, so I assumed Mom had decided to have "the talk" with me and reveal the shocking news that she and Helena were more than just friends. I'm not a rocket surgeon, but I had worked out years prior that they were lovers. I had absolutely no inkling of the bombshell Mom was about to drop, though.

"Rose, you're an adult now and it's time that you accept the privileges and responsibility of being an adult. As an adult, As an adult, you have to make a choice. The first option is that you can either get a job and start contributing to household expenses. The second option is to be Mommy's good girl and do what you're told. The first option will give you a lot of freedom, but it's hard work and stressful. The second has very limited freedom, but you'll be taken care of and experience pleasure like you could never imagine. You can change your mind at any time, but I need you to make a decision now."

"Um, option 2, I guess."

"Great! Now we can really celebrate your birthday! First, time for your birthday spanking."

I assumed it was just going to be playful swats like in previous years, so I wiggled my butt in front of Mom.

"Take off your pants, Rose."

"What?"

"You heard me. You can't get a proper spanking with your pants on."

"But, Mom... Helena's here."

"Yes, she is. Now, didn't you say you were going to be a good girl? Are you saying you've changed your mind and want to take option 1?"

I stammered a bit. "Um, no."

"No what?"

"No... thanks?"

Mom sighed with exasperation. "When we are home, or are otherwise alone together, you will call me either mistress or mommy. Is that clear?"

"Yes... Mommy."

"Good, now be a good girl and do as you've been told." I unbuttoned my pants and slid them down. I was more than a little embarrassed standing there in front of Mom and her friend in only a t-shirt and panties. "Panties, too, Rose."

"Seriously?"

"Did I stutter?"

"N..no." Mom didn't stutter, but I did. Mom raised an eyebrow and I quickly corrected my error. "No, Mommy." I slid my panties down and off, then stood there, my face burning.

"Come lap across my lap."

Again, I did as I was told. I knew I was about to get spanked, but I assumed it'd just be light slaps. I was wrong. Mom's hand came down hard, setting my ass on fire. "Ow, shit! What the fuck, Mom?!"

"Wrong response, young lady. A pet, being spanked, should count the number of swats and thank her mistress for each. Let's try again."

SMACK! "Two. Thank you, Mommy."

"Wrong again. The first didn't count, because you didn't answer properly. That one didn't either, because you messed up counting. Let's try again."

SMACK! "One. Th-thank you, Mommy."

Seventeen more swats followed. By the time Mom finished, my ass was burning and tears were streaming down my face. What surprised me was the juices running down my thighs. My pussy was dripping wet!

Mom gently caressed my ass. "You look so pretty with your backside all red like this, baby. Is it stinging?" I nodded, not really trusting my voice. "Aw, here, let Mommy kiss it and make it better." I gasped when I felt Mom's soft lips on my ass. Mom's hand started sliding inwards, and I was filled with dread as to how she'd react if she realized that I was aroused. Her hand reached my pussy and she ran a finger between my lips.

"Oh, my. You're very wet, baby. Did getting spanked turn you on?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Helena, why don't you sow Rose the benefits of our arrangement?"

"Yes, mistress." Helena stood and walked toward me, her hips swaying sexily. I wasn't sure what she was going to do until she got behind me and dropped to her knees. Everything became clear when I felt her tongue running along my lips. Up one side, then down the other, then back up between. Over and over she licked me, gathering my juices and causing even more to flow.

Instinctively, I started thrusting against Mom's leg. "That's Mommy's pretty girl. Are you enjoying Helena licking your pussy, baby?"

"Yes, Mommy. She's very, very goo- oh god, good at that"

"And she's just getting started, baby."

Helena moved on to a new pattern of flicking her tongue across my clit, then sucking it between her lips. I couldn't take much of that and soon my hips were bucking wildly as an orgasm tore through me. It was so humiliating, laying across Mom's knees and cumming, but it felt so good that I still wanted more.

Mom ran her fingers through my hair. "You look so beautiful when you cum, baby."

"May I make her cum again, mistress?"

"Yes, make my dear daughter cum again."

"Thank you, mistress." Helena buried her face in my pussy again, working her magic and driving me crazy.

After my second orgasm, Mom gathered me up in her arms. Holding me close, she cooed repeatedly, "my sweet, sexy girl." Once I had recovered a bit, Mom scooted over to make some room on the couch for me. I sat there, still naked from the waist down, shocked by the turns the day had taken. Helena scurried out of the room and returned a few minutes later with packages. I opened the gifts one-by-one, getting the usual stuff: a bracelet, a couple of shirts, and a pair of shoes. Finally, Mom handed me a small package that she had been hiding beside the sofa. I opened it to find a black leather choker with a ring on the front.

"What's this, Mom?"

"It symbolizes that you, like Helena, are my pet, just as I am your grandmother's pet."

"Um, what does that mean?"

"It means that you do do anything that I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it. No hesitation, no complaining."

"Any... thing? You mean, like, doing the laundry, right? Or... or do you mean stuff like you had Helena do to me."

"I mean anything. Absolutely anything, including sex."

"You mean... you mean I'd be your... sex slave?" I whispered.

"The relationship between mistress and pet is more nuanced than that, love. It's a give and take. We give each other love and pleasure, and accept love and pleasure in return. If it were as one-sided as 'sex slave' implies, I wouldn't still be your grandmother's pet."

The implications of Mom saying she was grandma's pet finally hit me. I took a moment to process that, then asked Mom, "can I ask Helena for how she feels about, well, everything?"

"Of course, baby. I'll leave the room so Helena can answer without fear of reprisal."

Mom walked out, then Helena said to me, "I love it. I live to serve my mistress and she, in turn, has given me more pleasure than I could ever have imagined."

"So... you think I should do it?"

"You'll have to make that decision, but I've loved every minute of serving your Mother."

I took a deep breath, held it, then slowly released it. I had made my decision. "Ok, Mom, we're done talking."

Mom walked back into the room, wearing a look of nervous anticipation that I had never seen on her face before. "Have you made up your mind, baby?" I held Mom's gaze, letting her stew for a moment. Then I raised my hands and clasped the choker around my neck. Mom smiled widely, her face radiating with joy and relief. "Mommy's got one more present for you, baby." Mom flipped her skirt up. She wasn't wearing panties.

I knew what she expected, so I dropped to my knees. It was so surreal. My first time with a woman and she was my Mom! I was a bundle of nerves, not really knowing what I was doing, but wanting desperately to impress her. I leaned forward, seeing a pussy up close for the first time in my life. It was beautiful! Bright pink inner lips protruded ever-so-slightly from between her puffy, dark red outer lips. The scent of her arousal was tantalizing as I extended my tongue to lick at her glistening dew. You wouldn't believe how fucking delicious Mom is!

I was a bit hesitant at first, having no idea what I was doing. It didn't take me long to get into it, though, and I decided to make up for a lack of skill with fervor. Mom seemed to enjoy it, though I wasn't really getting the job done. In retrospect, I think it was the fact that it was her daughter licking her pussy was turning her on more than having her pussy licked. Mom realized I could use both instruction and encouragement, so she moaned, "My clit, baby. Lick Mommy's clit." I could do that! I took turns licking up and down the sides of Mom's clit, then flicking it with my tongue. "Oh, yeah, baby! That's perfect! Just like that! Now suck it! Suck Mommy's clit, baby!" I sucked Mom's clit between my lips, pulled on it lightly then released. I sucked it back into my mouth, pulled lightly again and released again. I alternated between doing that and licking it. Mom grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into her. "Oh fuck, baby, that feels so good! You're going to make Mommy cum!"

I was over the moon to hear that! Soon, Mom was grunting and bucking her hips. She cried out, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming! Quick, put your mouth on Mommy's cunt! Drink my cum, baby!" Mom exploded in my mouth, I smiled up at Mom like the cat who got the cream.

"Did that taste good, baby?"

"I loved it! Did I... did I do ok, Mommy?"

"You did great, baby, and with practice you'll be one of the best!" Mom took a few moments to compose herself. "We're going to make you the perfect pet, baby. Helena's going to help me teach you, so while you're in training, you'll also be her pet. Do you understand, baby?"

"Yes, Mommy."

Helena stood and said, "eat me, Rose." I was more than happy to oblige.

Over the next few months, I learned a lot about myself and my Mom, how to pleasure women and receive pleasure from them. Mom instituted a no-clothes-at-home policy, so I learned to be comfortable with my body. Another thing that I learned is that Mom loves her pets in bondage. Helena broke me in slowly, binding me for short periods of time while I got used to it. Late one afternoon, Helena announced that it was time for me to show Mom that I could be a good bondage pet.

I was already naked when Helena told me to get on my knees, then tied my arms behind my back, at my elbows and wrists, then tied my wrists to my ankles and tied my ankles together. She towered over me, appraising her work. "Your Mom is going to love this!" Helena left me sitting there, coming back a few minutes later with two pillows. She put one under my knees, then knelt on the other. We waited half an hour like that, naked and kneeling, for Mom to get home.

When the door opened, Helena greeted Mom, "Welcome home, Mistress. I hope you find the presentation of your daughter-pet acceptable."

Mom circled me, examining me closely. It was like I was an objet d'art, not a living person, not her daughter. Finally, she spoke. "Very beautiful, very sexy. You've outdone yourself, Helena. And you, my lovely pet, how do you feel?"

"I feel completely helpless and exposed. If it pleases you, Mommy, that is all that matters. Your pleasure is my sole desire."

Mom stroked my face with her fingertips. "Good answer, pet. Helena, my skirt." Helena crawled to Mom's side, and slipped the skirt down off her hips. Mom walked up to me. "Remove my thong, Rose." It was obvious that I couldn't use my hands, so Mom meant for me to use my mouth. I pulled the gusset of Mom's thong between my lips and started to tug. It was harder than it sounds, but I finally got her panties down.

"I think you took some liberties there, pet. Why would you do such a thing?"

"I"m sorry, Mommy. I wanted to taste your pussy. I've been craving your sweet cunt all day."

"Since you were honest, I'll allow it. Eat my pussy, pet."

After making Mom cum on my face, she had me pleasure Helena. After that, Mom taught me to tie ropes and had me practice on Helena. Helena and I flipped a coin each day to decide who'd be tied up.

Time passed in a depraved blur, as Helena, Mom and I pleasured each other, multiple times each day. Our routine was anything but boring. I forgot all about Mom mentioning that eventually I'd be trained to be a mistress; I was just too caught up in the day to day debauchery.

I was a bit shocked when Mom announced that we'd be hosting Thanksgiving dinner this year.

"Does that mean that the no-clothes policy is temporarily rescinded?"

"Don't be silly! Now that you girls are all 18, we can have Thanksgiving like we used to!"

"Yeah, every year we had a family orgy for Thanksgiving until Lindsey was born. Then Cindy dropped out because she didn't want to leave her baby alone, so it was just Mom, your aunt Cassie, and me. Then you were born and it was just Cassie and Mom."

"Oh, that sounds fun."

"Believe me, it will be!"

When Thanksgiving rolled around, Mom and I made dinner; Helena was spending the day with her family. The appetizers were ready and laid out, but the turkey had a while left to cook when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find my twin cousins, Kasey and Kelsey, with their mother Cassandra looming behind them. The twins were on their knees in plaid mini-skirts and collars with button-up shirts. The shirts were tight enough that the buttons strained to contained their breasts. The collars bore leashes that were held by Cassandra, who was dressed in a very sharp, form-fitting suit and high heels.

Cassandra handed me the girl's leash and I stepped back to let them in. The girls crawled on all fours, Aunt Cassie walked in proudly. As I closed the door, Mom came around the corner. "Cassie! It's so good to see you, sis!"

Aunt Cassie beamed, "It's great to see you too!" She unhooked the girls' collars, then said, "girls, go give your auntie a nice kiss."

Kasey and Kelsey started crawling towards Mom. Their skirts were short enough that I could clearly see they weren't wearing panties. Aunt Cassie regained my attention when she put her finger just beneath my chin and raised my face up to look at her. "You have grown into such a sexy young woman, Rose. Then she kissed me. While kissing me, Aunt Cassie slipped her hand down and started running her finger between my lips. The kiss was long and very hot, but eventually Aunt Cassie ended it. She brought her finger up to examine it. "You're so wet, Rose!" she slipped the finger into her mouth. "And tasty, too! Take off my shoes, Rose."

"Yes, mistress," I said as I sank to the floor. She lifted her foot and I slid her shoe off. "Kiss my foot, Rose." I didn't hesitate, lightly licking her toes, then kissing her instep up to her ankle. She lowered that foot and raised the other, which I also kissed. When she lowered that foot, I looked up and saw two things. First, that one of the twins was kissing Mom, while the other had her face buried in Mom's pussy. The other was that Aunt Cassie had pulled her dress up over her hips. I could see her moisture glistening on her hairy pussy. I knew what was expected of me, but also that I needed to ask permission first. "Mistress, may I lick your pussy?"

Aunt Cassie smiled down at me. "Yes, pet, you may."

I was happily licking Aunt Cassie, enjoying the sweet taste of her pussy, when there was another knock at the door. Shit, what should I do? I paused to ask, "mistress, may I get the door?"

Cassie sighed in annoyance. "If you must, but get your ass right back here to finish the job."

I opened the door. "Hi Lindsey, hi Aunt Cindy! It's great to see you, please come in." I scurried back to continue pleasing Aunt Cassie, assuming Aunt Cindy would close the door behind her. I took my place between Aunt Cassie's thighs and resumed licking.