*This is the 5th chapter of a story I began a couple of years ago and it's been over two years since I published the last chapter. Please let me know what you think and as always comments and suggestions are greatly appreciated. Thanks and enjoy!*
Chapter 5 - Taming Sara
They were surprised to see the soft glow of television light coming from the living room. Usually Sara was an "early to bed, early to rise" prototype, even on weekends. The sisters walked quietly over to investigate and both stopped, stunned at the scene they found.
Playing on the TV repeatedly was the title screen of the lesbian porno. And lying on the couch, with an empty bottle of wine on the carpet where she had dropped it, was Sara; passed out and completely nude.
"Oh my God, look what we found." Rachel said just above a whisper as the two girls, more than a little drunk themselves, stared down at Sara's nude, unconscious form.
The series of moans and groans coming from the one-minute loop of the DVD's audio served as an appropriate but somewhat surreal backdrop for the moment.
"Yeah, she looks so peaceful. Lying there ... dreaming of pussy." Trisha joked.
Rachel giggled before shooting right back.
"Yeah, this pussy." The blonde girl placed her hand over her sister's cunt as she spoke.
"Damn straight." Trisha turned her face to Rachel's with a sly smile and the two girls shared a long, slow kiss.
"Mmmmmm .... I think you need to get fucked, bitch." Trisha purred.
"Oh fuck yes I do." Rachel answered, her voice dripping with desire as she continued.
"What about Mom?"
"She needs it too, and she'll get it. But not like this. I want her to want it even more; I want her to try and fight it first."
Rachel just stared at Trisha lustily, appreciating her sister's deviant sexual mastery and her part in it. The younger girl then broke the brief silence.
"Let's clean this mess up a little so she doesn't know we saw anything."
Rachel turned the TV off and put the DVD case in the entertainment center as Trisha gently covered her naked mother with a blanket. Sara would probably be confused when she woke up but when the girls didn't mention anything the next day she would have to come to the conclusion that she had cleaned up before she passed out.
The sisters then went down to the basement, where things got a little loud and a little rough. Trisha made Rachel eat her out for nearly an hour straight before pounding the blonde all over the room with her strap-on. At one point, she tied Rachel's hands behind her back and fucked her senselessly doggy-style while holding her upper body up by her hair.
They didn't worry much about the noise, which Rachel was making a lot of. Even if Sara woke up and "caught" them, Trisha figured she had more than enough ammunition to handle her mother.
After three hours of intense fucking, the girls made their way back upstairs. Both were nude and Trisha still had the mighty strap-on dangling between her legs. They peeked into the living room and found Sara just as they had left her, asleep on the couch.
Trisha slowly walked over to where their mother lay and stood directly over her head as she stared down at her. Rachel watched closely as her sister let the dildo hover just above the tip of Sara's nose, it's girth casting an ominous shadow on her pretty, serene face. The brunette thought for a moment how easy it would be to wake her mother with a crisp slap of the dildo on her face and then take her right then and there, but her desire to play with her prey some more won out in the end.
After a minute or two, the eighteen year-old stepped away from her prone mother and led her older sister upstairs. They stopped at Trisha's bedroom door for a deep, loving goodnight kiss.
The next morning Trisha woke earlier than usual. After a few minutes she got out of bed and headed down to the kitchen, completely nude, to make a pot of coffee. The living room was empty and had been cleaned so she assumed that Sara had straightened up before heading up to her room for some more sleep.
The brunette smiled as she schemed of ways to further tease her vulnerable mother while she counted out the scoops of coffee. She then noticed movement out of the corner of her eye and turned her head to see Sara enter the kitchen noiselessly, in her nightgown. The mother stopped short and stared at her gorgeous, naked daughter for a moment before finding her voice.
"Trisha, what's the idea of walking around the house nude?"
Trisha paused before dropping the last scoop into the coffee maker and closing the lid.
"I thought we went through this yesterday, Mom." She spoke in a slightly irritated tone.
"Sunbathing topless is one thing, but running around the house nude ..."
Trisha slowly flicked on the coffee maker as her mother struggled to finish her sentence. She then turned and faced the older woman, giving Sara her first view of her full nudity before answering.
"What is your hang-up with nudity, Mom? It's just the female form."
Trisha deliberately spun around, giving her anxious mother a good look at every inch of her magnificent body.
Sara knew right away that she was in trouble. She tried, but failed to keep her eyes from wandering all over her daughter's body; even taking an obvious, extended peek at her thick, little patch of neatly shaven brown hair crested atop her pussy. After all, she had spent the better part of two hours the night before masturbating while fantasizing about both her hot daughters, so who could blame her reaction.
Even Trisha was surprised at the way her mother's eyes scanned her nude form. In it however, she saw another opportunity and moved in on it like a shark that's caught the scent of blood in the water.
"I know what might help, here ..." she started as she stepped directly in front of her frozen mother.
Sara just stared like she'd been turned to stone as Trisha took an end of the satin belt of her nightgown and gave it a tug, opening it instantly. The young girl stared into her mother's shocked eyes with an impish smile as the older woman quickly grasped her nightgown and covered herself up.
It took Sara about five agonizingly long seconds to somewhat recover her senses and in that time Trisha had started out of the room. She opened her mouth to speak but quickly realized there was nothing she could say. The only thing left clouding her eyes to her daughter's overt advances was a simple but all-powerful denial. She illogically refused to believe what was quite plainly going on.
The flustered, forty-two year old beauty managed to collect herself enough to go meet a friend for lunch a few hours later, successfully avoiding any further interactions with her daughters.
Trisha meanwhile was in her glory, toying with her mother like a cat with a mouse. The outcome of this game appeared inevitable, leaving only one question remaining. When? It's all Rachel wanted to know but her sister played her cards close to the vest and left her home while she ran "necessary errands".
Sara and Trisha arrived home just short of five o'clock, and although Sara tried to avoid it, she quickly found herself in the close company of her sexy daughters.
"Hope you don't have any plans tonight, Mommy." Trisha stated in a curious tone as she plopped down playfully on her mother's bed.
The younger girl shot Rachel a look that told the blonde to follow her lead.
"Oh? And what if I do?" the mother responded.
"Then you'll have to break them, 'cause you have a date with your daughters."
"Yeah Mom, Trisha and I are taking you out to dinner tonight."
"Someplace nice too, so dress for it, OK?" Trisha added with an implied, demanding edge.
Rachel felt herself blush hotly as her mother managed to answer Trisha's surprisingly condescending directive with a shaky "OK". Sara then got up timidly and grabbed a towel before heading into the bathroom to shower.
The blonde stared at her younger sister in wonder. When had she developed this irresistible aura so powerful that she could literally seduce her whole family, and quite easily too? Had she always had it? How? Rachel didn't spend much time on the question though, she was too excited about what the rest of the evening held for the three of them.
The sisters left their mother's room moments later to begin getting ready themselves.
Sara was done before the girls and so waited anxiously in the living room for them to finish. She couldn't believe how nervous she was. It really did almost feel like a date and she had, subconsciously maybe, gone out of her way to wear something that her daughter would approve of. A simple but sexy little black dress; a staple of every well-dressed woman's wardrobe and Sara had always worn it particularly well. Tonight was no exception.
Rachel was the first to join her mother in the living room and the sight of her gorgeous, blonde daughter was almost enough to make the mother gasp. The nineteen-year-old had on a little yellow sundress that complimented her bronze skin and golden hair perfectly. Sara could tell immediately that her daughter was not wearing a bra and marveled at how perfect her small, firm tits looked without one. What she didn't know was that Rachel, on Trisha's command, was not wearing any panties either.
