Walter Ellison: Hot like mom

The woman bent over the girl and kissed Mary's pussy lips. Her tongue shot out and swirled over the swelling lips. Mary was a hot one, Mrs. Pussie thought. She had barely touched the girl, and yet her pussy was steaming with desire. Her daughter was a regular hot box. And she responded readily to a male or a female.

"Oh, Mother, that's beautiful," Mary mooned as the tongue continued its journey through her moist groove.

Her mother quickly took off her clothes and lay down on the bed again. Her mouth busied itself at her daughter's pussy, licking and searching. Mary's passion mounted and she was delirious with desire. Her mother must have sensed the power she had accumulated over the girl. She wiggled her feet near her daughter's face. She stopped licking the hot pussy long enough to order Mary to suck her foot.

Mary, hot with desire and want, grabbed her mothers foot. She twisted toward it and without question gobbled the lovely toes into her mouth. Mrs. Pussie was consumed with lust and power. She stuffed her foot deeper into her daughter's hungry mouth. Meanwhile, her own body was burning with passion. She began licking the cunt with abandon, and shoving the foot back and forth in her daughter's mouth as if it were a cock.

Lust filled the room. The two women squirmed and twisted in the throes of pinion. Each fought for her orgasm. Each strove for the supreme reward. Groans and moans tilled the room. The bed shook and danced with the exertions of the two women.

"Unnngggh," Mary mooned as her body shook with fulfillment.

The foot was stretching Mary's mouth about to the tearing point. Her mother was fondling her own cunt as she wriggled and squirmed and pistoned her foot in and out of Mary's mouth. It took a moment more, and then, with a long, drawn-out sigh, her mother's wild gyrations ceased and she lay quiet.

After a few moments of blissful quiet, Mrs. Pussie sat up. She stared at her daughter, who had not dared to remove the foot from her mouth. The sight was gloriously erotic. The girl lay there, her eyes open wide and her mouth stuffed full of foot. Her mother withdrew her foot and tenderly drew her hand over Mary's cheek.

"We are going to have much fun together; my sweet," her mother said.

"I love you, Mother."

"But sometimes I will be quite harsh," Mrs. Pussie warned her daughter.

"I don't care, Mother, I will always be yours."

"Good, my sweet. I will always want you to be mine."

Mary got up, smiled, and looked at her mother. "I guess you might say I really put my foot in my mouth that time," Mary said.

The two women laughed together.

In time, Mary told her mother about the boys and her initiation into the world of sex. Her mother was impressed with the scope of her daughter's experience in carnality. She said that some day in the future they would have the boys join them in a sexual romp, but they would have to be sure that the boys could be trusted. Mary said that she knew that Johnny could be trusted. He would be the first.

Mary's mother had not done anything harsh to Mary since their experience on the bed. In the interim there had been other sessions involving cunnilingus, but none of the torture of which her mother spoke. Mary seemed to want her mother to torture her. She tried to provoke her mother a couple of times, but her mother only threatened. Mary was tired of threats. Mary's body craved cruel treatment. She did not want to baffler with the psychological reasons at the bottom of her obsession, she only wanted relief! She wanted her mother to give it to her.

One day Mary was accosted by her father. He wanted to fuck her. Mary reminded him of what her mother had said: she did not want any fucking to go on behind her back. Her father begged her to be silent; her mother would never have to know. But what if she found out? Mary wondered. She told him she wanted his cock but she didn't want to take the chance. He wouldn't take no for an answer. He dragged the girl into his bedroom. His wife was out shopping.

Mary protested very little when her father stripped her and shoved her onto the bed. He straddled her head and dipped his swelling prick into his daughter's waiting mouth. She began sucking at the thing, licking the underside where it was more sensitive. Her father groaned as his tool erected into a massive hard-on. Her mouth could hardly contain the beet. When he felt that his cock was hard enough, he withdrew from her mouth and mounted her. He placed his prick at the entrance to her cunt and slipped inside the warm tunnel. He wanted to fuck her, to give her his prick. He buried his cock deep within her cunt. He had her impaled on his rod. She loved it. She liked fucking. She liked having a cock moving within her.

"Unnggghhhh!" her father grunted, and shot a heavy load of semen deep within Mary's cunt. Just then the door opened and Mary's mother entered the room. She took in the scene before her. A look of anger crossed her face, and she called to her husband. "Get off of that girl!" Mrs. Pussie yelled.

Mr. Pussie jumped up from the bed and stood before his wife. "I'm sorry, love," he said contritely.

"You will be sorry," Mrs. Pussie said. "And you too, little witch. You too will pay for your indiscretion."

Mrs. Pussie knew that this was a special circumstance. The punishment for each of them would have to be very severe. She decided that they would be punished together.

Mary was ordered to tie her father, naked and spread-eagled, to the bed. Then she was to present herself to her mother. Mary stood before her mother in silence. Mrs. Pussie took the girl's hands in hers and wound rope around her wrists.

"What are you going to do, Mother?" Mary asked.

"Shut up, you little slut," her mother told her.

"But Mother, I told him not to do it."

"But you were there with your legs spread fucking him like a common whore!" her mother said.

Her mother stripped off the rest of her daughter's dotes and had Mary leaned over the high-backed chair. Mrs. Pussie went to her bureau and brought forth a whip. She walked over to where her daughter was draped over the chair, her darling rear sticking out provocatively, saucily. Mrs. Pussie felt the pangs of desire prickling throughout her groin. The thought of the punishment, of the sexual liberties which she was about to experience, filled her with pleasurable feelings. Mrs. Pussie examined her daughter's body with a practiced eye. She lifted her hand which held the many-thonged whip and flicked it lightly across Mary's backside.

Mary flinched but stayed in place. Then the whip lashed into her flesh a second time. This time the blow was much harder. It burned.

"Yes, Mother. Whip my ass for being naughty. Beat me for disobeying you. I want it. I need it. Correct me," Mary whimpered.

The whip lashed across her fanny again.

"OUCH!" Mary cried out.

Again the whip landed against her jiggling ass.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Mary yelled.

The harsh whip burned Mary's ass. Her cheeks were red and marked. She squirmed and wriggled over the back of the chair. First she stood on one leg and theft on the other. Back and forth she stepped, moaning and groaning with the pain. Yet she loved every bit of it. She loved her mother's dominance. She enjoyed the maltreatment. She liked being used. She was her mother's pan and she liked the feeling. She wanted nothing more than to be at her mother's disposal. Her mother caused strange and wonderful feelings to course through her aching body. The pain, the shame, the humiliation and degradation, all added to the experience. It gave it meaning and purpose.

The whipping had ceased. Her mother lifted Mary into the chair, her shoulders supporting her weight, and her legs waiving in the air. Then her mother looked into her daughter's eyes and kissed the area between Mary's thighs. Mary gasped. Her mother's tongue licked through the lips of the girl's pussy.