The Adventures of a Slut Mommie.
Chapter 11: Return to The Chateaux.
Hello readers! Katie Muggleton back again. OMG! Did you read? Another Mommie wrote a story saying she was inspired by my tales and wanted to emulate me! Watch out, boys, we slut mommies are taking over the world! Before you know it, you'll be married to one! One thing is for sure, though. If you marry one of us, you'll have more sex than any five of your friends! Well, unless your friends are also married to slut mommies.
Now, if you remember, chapter 10 ended with my husband, Sean, finally doing his paternal duties and deflowering our daughter. After they'd climaxed, and we all exchanged hugs and kisses and discussed what was next, Sean and Kristy took me to the shower. That's where we take up my story.
With my sex juices literally dripping down my thighs, I allowed my husband and daughter to guide me into our en suite. Kristy turned the water on and set it to barely short of scalding. As Sean and I waited for the water to heat up, he held me pulled to him, with my curvy bottom pushed hard against his swiftly swelling cock.
Kristy saw us and giggled as she knelt before me. Sean parted my pussy lips to expose my thick clitoris. My daughter sighed lustfully before encircling it with her soft, pouty lips and running her tongue over it. Now that his daughter had latched onto my clit, Sean shifted his hands onto my large, firm breasts and took my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
Biting where my neck and shoulder join, something I have always adored, Sean squeezed my puffy nipples and hummed, "You can't resist us, my darling little wife slut. Feel your husband squeeze your tit nubs as your daughter eats your slutty cunt. Feel it and cum, you sweet little Mommie slut!"
'Oh, lawd,' I thought as I squealed through an intense orgasm. 'Sean knows about the slut imperative. I am in deep do-do now.'
However, that was something to worry about later. Now was for enjoying making love to my husband and daughter. I turned and tried to drop to my knees to suck Sean off, but he wouldn't let me. Instead, he helped me into the shower, turned me, and pressed me into my daughter's front. Then he knelt in the sprinkling water, gripped my shapely bum, and pulled me onto his mouth. Simultaneously, Kristy took over tweaking and pulling on my swollen nipples and kissing the nape of my neck.
As Sean tongued my entrance, forcing his tongue into my soaking pussy as far as possible, Kristy twisted and pulled my nipples, whispering, "We all love you, our sweet little Mommie slut. We're all important, but you're the glue that holds us together. None of us, especially Dad, can be who we are without you. Now, my little Mommie slut, cum for us!"
Wow! That did it. Hearing my daughter tell me how important I was to everyone and how my family needed me blasted me past my usual low-earth orbit and sent me spinning into the galaxy. I don't know how long I screamed my stupendous orgasm, but I screamed for so long that I passed out. I awoke as Sean and Kristy carried me back to our bed.
"Your Mom's always been a screamer," my husband chuckled.
"So, like mother like daughter?" Kristy giggled.
"I'd like to make you scream again, Bunny," Sean stated.
"I'm still sore, Daddy," Kristy wistfully stated. "Hopefully tomorrow?"
"I don't need to stick my cock in you to make you scream, Bunny," her father assured her.
"You don't?" Kristy asked doubtfully.
"No," Sean stated before grinning and adding, "As a younger girl, you used to scream quite loudly when I smacked your bum!"
I heard my daughter moan before she pleaded, "Will you put me over your knee and spank me now, Daddy?"
"I finger fuck your mother when I spank her, Bunny," Sean said. "If you're too sore...?" He left the rest hanging.
"Would you use your mouth on me after you've spanked me?" Kristy hesitatingly asked.
My husband grinned before saying, "That was what I was going to suggest, Bunny."
Deciding I wanted to watch this, I feigned unconsciousness and allowed them to tuck me into bed. Keeping my eyes slit and breathing evenly, I watched the action. Like a Heffalump, my daughter struggled to situate herself across her father's thighs. Sean laughed and helped her into the correct position.
"Your mother assumes this position as gracefully as a ballet dancer dances, Bunny," Sean chuckled. "Surely you can achieve some semblance of grace?"
'Shut up and spank me," Kristy giggled as she settled herself across her father's thighs.
"As you wish," her father responded. "Your mother loves it rough, but I doubt you can stand that much pain."
I hid a smile because I knew that meant my daughter would take everything her father meted out and insist on more. Sean looked across at me, and I pretended to mutter and moved onto my back, pretending to sleep.
"Give me your best shot," Kristy demanded, arching her sexy bottom into the air.
Sean chuckled before he forced his fist between his daughter's thighs and caressed her pussy.
"That's not a spa... Ouch!" Kristy stated and then protested.
"I don't hear you," Sean stated.
"You didn't hear me say 'ouch'?" Our daughter wonderingly said.
"I didn't hear you say, 'One, thank you, Sir'," her father explained.
"Oh," our daughter replied. "One, thank you, Sir."
"Too late," Sean exclaimed before spanking her again.
"Two, thank you, Sir," Kristy quickly said.
"Your count is off, little one," my husband unequivocally stated.
Catching his meaning, Kristy amended, "One, thank you, Sir."
"How many do you think you deserve?" Sean asked.
"How many can Mom take before she begs off?" Our daughter asked.
"No less than twenty," her father responded.
I almost said something because I can take much more than that and never 'cry off'. But I realised that Sean was setting a limit that he believed our daughter could take. Kristy would feel proud of her achievement if she reached twenty-one and feel good about the session. I hoped that Sean was correct in his assessment. If he'd overestimated, and Kristy called her spankings off, she'd feel she had failed to match her mother's, my, standard.
Sean spanked Kristy's luscious ass again. "Two thank you, Sir," our daughter responded.
Trying to retain the impression that I slept, I struggled to keep my hands off my sweltering pussy. When Sean, my husband, is close, I continuously experience a vague tingle in my nether regions that quickly explodes into a boiling heat when he pays attention to me. I wasn't precisely submissive to him, but I loved serving him. Sean, during our marriage, has fucked way more than one hundred women. Worse was that he'd travelled as 'husband and wife' with his secretary, Amanda.
I accepted his peccadillos as the price I paid to remain married to a successful, dominant man. However, during our sessions with our marriage counsellor, I'd learnt that I'd harboured a sneaky resentment towards him for his constant infidelities. That resentment had caused me to act out and have sex with numerous people.
Because my husband travelled so often, my numerous escapades hadn't been discovered. However, when the Police Tactical Response Team shot one of my rapists during my rescue, it made headline news all over the country. Of course, that meant I had to come clean to Sean about that incident. That led to marital difficulties between us, and we spent some time apart.
Now, it seemed that Sean wanted us to explore together, and I didn't know if I should reveal my previous escapades. Would admitting to them cause further problems? Would the problems be worse if I remained quiet and Sean discovered some of them himself? I didn't know, but I feared the result of taking either action.
As I watched and thought, my husband whacked our daughter three more times, bringing the total number of strikes to six, with only five counting towards the assigned number. From where I lay, I could see the moisture pooling between her thighs, and rather than moaning with pain, Kristy was biting her bottom lip and trying not to let her father know she was close to climaxing.
Her dad slid his fingers onto her clitoris and, with a motion I was intimately familiar with, stroked over it as he tickled her entrance. With me, he'd have thrust two fingers into my tight and wet pussy, but with Kristy complaining of being sore, he couldn't do that. However, it worked because, with a loud squeal, Kristy orgasmed on her father's fingers.
Rubbing Kristy's back, Sean chuckled, "You're just like your mother, Bunny. You came before you even got halfway. Would you like to work off your remaining slaps?"
My daughter grinned as she quoted the famous movie line, "Please, Sir, I want some more." She turned and settled herself across her father's knees again.
Sean whacked her five more times forcefully. By the end of this series, Kristy was whimpering. However, her sexual arousal continued to pour from her recently deflowered pussy.
Her father offered to allow our daughter to work her remaining smacks off, but Kristy refused and pleaded for him to continue. I knew why --Kristy wanted bruises she could show off to her friends later. I was, however, concerned she was trying too hard to emulate me and wondered if I shouldn't 'wake up' and take control of the play.
The reasons I thought I should step in were two-fold --the first was that her father shouldn't have offered that Kristy could service him to avoid her remaining strikes because he hadn't reached the halfway stage. And secondly, Kristy should have known that the offer wasn't really an offer. Instead, it was a command to pleasure her corrector.
"You will obey your father and kneel to suck me off," Sean commanded, as I hoped he would, removing my need to intervene.
"Yes, Daddy," Kristy acquiesced as she, gracefully this time, knelt and nuzzled her father's thick cock.
