Kitty in the Middle – Pt.02

Literotic asexstories – Kitty in the Middle – Pt.02 by RabbleLaid,RabbleLaid Kitty sat up in bed, eyes wild and heart racing. Her dreams last night had been a confusing tangle of strange sexual imagery. For a moment she was disoriented, not knowing where she was.

Then she recognized her bedroom lit by the cool light of morning. Kitty slumped back onto her pillow and relaxed. All a dream. A nightmare brought on by stress and sexual frustration. Her eyes began to flutter closed…

Then shot open again as she remembered getting spanked last night. Shit. She had bigger problems than sex dreams. She had been utterly humiliated, controlled and stripped by her mother. She had gotten aroused, and her mom had realized it. And that wasn’t even the worst part.

The worst part was that she was getting horny again just thinking about it.

Kitty threw off her covers and jumped out of bed, rubbing her face vigorously and trying to clear the clinging taint of inappropriate arousal from her mind. She had been confused last night, and in a freak accident, her mother had tapped into her sexual frustration by inadvertently fulfilling her fetishs. That was all there was to it. Kitty had to make a simple apology and move on.

After all, she would be spending the next three weeks with Laura and Becca. It would be even harder with some sort of fucked up sexual tension between her and her mother.

What Kitty needed was a cleansing shower to shake off the dirty feelings that still lingered, left over from her erotic dreams. She grabbed her towel and headed toward the bathroom.

She didn’t see her sister’s door silently open behind her down the hall. Becca crept out of her room with her own towel in hand and a sharp, hungry smile on her face.

Kitty instantly began to feel better as the steaming hot water poured down over her, washing away her tension and guilt and allowing her to relax. She could go to her mother right after her shower and straighten things out. It had been a fraught, emotional time and Kitty’s wires had gotten crossed. It could happen to anyone, and no one was more kind and forgiving than Laura.

Kitty had begun to long process of shampooing her hair when she heard the door of the bathroom click open softly. “I’m in here,” she said irritably, her eyes tightly closed against the frothy shampoo. There was no answer. Probably Becca or her mom had opened the door, heard the shower, then left.

Kitty didn’t know she was wrong until a swirl of cool air blew against her body as the door to the large, walk-in shower opened. Her eyes flew open, heedless of the stinging shampoo, to see Becca, gorgeous, tan, and totally naked stepping into the shower with her.

Kitty’s jaw almost hit the floor. For a second she was convinced she was still dreaming. But the water was hot on her skin, the soap was stinging her eyes, and the sight of her naked sister stepping beneath the cascading water was solid and all too real.

Kitty couldn’t remember the last time she had seen Becca naked. Not since they were kids, certainly. Even in her shock and discomfort, her eyes still roamed uncontrollably over her little sister’s delectable body.

Unlike their mother’s soft curves, Becca’s body was a study in tight, toned athleticism, with just enough round edges to show a little feminine sweetness.

Her long, powerful legs ran upward toward a firm bouncy ass and a puffy little pussy topped with a dusting of fine blonde pubic hair. Her belly was particularly alluring, firm, flat, and sexy, with just the barest hint of lithe muscle just under the surface. Her tits were bigger than Kitty’s, and just as firm, with big, deliciously pink nipples just begging to be teased. And everything from head to toe was a deep sundrenched tan, without a tan line in sight.

Kitty’s hungry wandering eyes took all of it in in the time it took for Becca to confidently stroll forward and step beneath the warm spray, just inches away from Kitty. Kitty felt the same helpless welling of forbidden lust that she had felt last night boiling up inside her.

All of Kitty’s attempts to banish her inappropriate arousal vanished in a hot, wet wave of adrenaline.

“Becca!” Kitty yelped, belatedly clasping her hands across her chest and crotch to conceal her naked body. “What the fuck are you doing?” she intended her question to sound disgusted, but it came out of her mouth in a kind of breathy, pleading gasp.

Becca’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she ran her hands up her beautiful body, spraying water off of her glistening curves. “Getting clean, silly!” she said with a giggle. “And hanging out with my older sis at the same time! Two birds with one stone.”

Kitty just mutely shook her head and tried to get past Becca, headed for the shower door.

Becca stepped smoothly into her way, blocking the only exit with her lovely tanned body, now glistening with beads of water. “Ah ah ah, Kitty,” said Becca, shaking a finger in Kitty’s face. Her pale blue eyes were serious and her voice had a hint of steel as she said, “Mom told me all about your punishment. She said that you have to spend time with us however we want for the next three weeks.”

Becca took a step forward, her energy confident and assertive. Just like with her mother last night, this was a side of Becca that Kitty had never seen. Normally her little sister was bubbly, enthusiastic, and a little clingy. Now, as Becca stalked forward toward her with a cocky grin, Kitty couldn’t help but feel their difference in power. Kitty’s slim, petite frame felt weak and helpless compared to her little sister’s lithe, toned muscle.

“I got all nostalgic thinking about how we used to take baths together,” said Becca in a low, calm voice. “This is how I want to spend time with you today. Are you gonna refuse and get Mom all upset again?”

Kitty had run out of room to back up and hit the wet tile wall behind her with a squeak of alarm. “N-no,” she stammered, her eyes darting, trying as hard as she could to keep her eyes off of Becca’s gorgeous body.

“Good!” chirped Becca with a decisive clap of her hands as the strange overpowering energy disappeared. “Now turn around. I’ll help you finish your hair.”

Kitty reluctantly obeyed, her knees still feeling a little wobbly after the strange confrontation. Her mother and sister were both suddenly a lot more… pushy. And it was filling her with complicated, unwanted feelings of guilty arousal.

This might end up being a long three weeks.

But Kitty relaxed just a little as Becca carefully and attentively ran her fingers through every inch of Kitty’s half-green, half-blonde hair, shampooing and reshampooing, then working in conditioner with firm thorough fingers. Becca surely didn’t even realize the issues that Kitty was having with this strange, reluctant arousal. This was supposed to be innocent sisterly bonding time.

Kitty was the one making it weird.

“I got a chance to talk to Rose last night!” gushed Becca as her fingers ran soothingly through Kitty’s hair. “Your girlfriend is sooo sweet!”

“Yeah,” agreed Kitty, trying hard to adjust to just hanging out with Becca while they were both naked. She swore that she could feel her sister’s tits gently bush against her as she washed Kitty’s hair. Was she doing it on purpose? “She’s… she’s great.”

“We actually have a lot in common!” said Becca brightly, working conditioner deep into Kitty’s scalp. “I had no idea that she’s bi like me! I always thought she was lesbian.”

“Ah. Yeah. She’s bi,” said Kitty awkwardly. Kitty was prone to insecurity, so she didn’t like to talk to Rose about her dating history, especially with men. Sometimes when she was feeling anxious, Kitty wondered if Rose missed being with men, who had… well… at least one thing Kitty could never give her.

“Well, she and I should hang out more often,” said Becca decisively, running her fingers rapidly through Kitty’s hair to rinse it. “Someone has to look after her when you move. Are you two planning to do long distance for a while?”

“Ummm, yeah,” said Kitty quickly. “She’s looking for work in the city I’m moving to, but she hasn’t found anything yet.” Now that her hair was clean, she was hoping she could make her excuses and escape this awkward, sexually tense bonding time with Becca.

“Don’t worry, Sis,” purred Becca close behind her. “I’ll take goood care of her while you’re gone…”

Kitty frowned. She wasn’t sure she liked her sister’s tone… But that concern immediately evaporated in the next second, replaced by a much more pressing issue.

Kitty’s breath caught in her throat and her heart skipped a beat as Becca’s slim hands, frothy with soap, slid around the curve of her hips, twining around her to rest on her belly. She could feel her sister’s body heat close behind her, hotter even than the steaming water thundering down around them.

“Let’s get the rest of you squeaky clean now, Sis,” whispered Becca in her ear, as her hands began slipping and sliding over her hips, tummy, and outer thighs.

“Becca!” gasped Kitty, her face immediately going beet red. “I… I can wash myself!” She tried to catch Becca’s wrists, to stop her from continuing the slippery, soapy rubbing that was slowly but surely enflaming the raw pulsing heat in Kitty’s core. But Becca evaded her grasp easily, giggling softly as she said. “Aww, sis, don’t be like that! I felt so sad when you said you were moving away. I just want to feel…”

Without warning, Becca’s slim hands slid up Kitty’s belly, not stopping. They slid up over Kitty’s firm tits, resting and cupping her breasts firmly under the endless pending heat of the shower.

“…Close to you…” hissed Becca in her ear.

Kitty trembled, too shocked to move, her nipples humiliatingly diamond-hard beneath her little sister’s groping hands even in the damp heat of the shower, making her shameful arousal as plain as day.

Kitty felt Becca’s body pressing up against her from behind. And there, pressing into her back like two hot pebbles were alarming signs that her sister felt the same sexual tension that Kitty was. Becca’s nipples were just as hard as hers.

With a cry of shock, Kitty broke free from her sister’s grasp, looking back with wide eyes at Becca, who, far from looking ashamed, stood with one hand on her hip and a challenging grin, her perfect pink nipples standing up proudly from her firm tits.

“What?” Becca asked teasingly. “Does this mean you’re not going to return the favor and wash me?”

It was too much for Kitty to take. Becca was no longer between her and the door, so she made her escape, grabbing her towel and fleeing down the hall.

Becca watched her older sister go with naked hunger, then took a deep breath and closed her eyes, letting the hot water wash over her as her nipples softened on her chest. “Calm down, girl,” she murmured to herself. “Like Mom said, one step at a time. Can’t push her too hard.” But she felt like if she had applied just a little more pressure, she could have had her weak, submissive older sister on her knees right then and there eating her out.

Mom was right though. Kitty needed to be bent into the right shape, not snapped. Becca had pushed her sister plenty far today, maybe even pushed the envelope a little too far in fact. It would be up to Mom to reassure Kitty and reel her back in.

And besides, all things would come in time. Becca would have Kitty’s sweet mouth servicing her as much as she wanted before long.

…

Kitty’s mind reeled as she hunted through the house for her mother.

Last night had been bad and awkward, but whatever had just happened in the shower was worse. Was she imagining it? Kitty could just barely imagine that grabbing her boobs was a part of Becca’s thorough washing, and she didn’t mean anything by it… but then why were Becca’s nipples hard? She needed to figure things out.

She needed to talk with her mom.

Kitty might smugly believe that she was better off without her family, but right now in her moment of confusion, she craved someone confident and calm who could take control of the situation and explain things in a way that made sense. She didn’t quite realize it, but after last night, Kitty’s submissive soul already craved the steading presence of her dom.

Laura’s bedroom was empty, as was her office. That meant that she was probably…

Just like Kitty guessed, her mother was in the living room doing yoga. Kitty had seen her mother do yoga dozens on times before, but after getting spanked by her gorgeous mother’s dominant hand, a switch inside her had been flipped that couldn’t be turned off.

Today, the sight of her mother took Kitty’s breath away.

Laura Wilson glistened with a faint sheen of sweat, clad only in a tight sports bra that did little to hide the heft of her big tits and tight yoga pants that gripped her wide hips and thick ass like a second skin. As Kitty stood staring in the doorway of the living room, her mother thrust her hips into the ground, lifting her torso up into a cobra pose, giving Kitty an eyeful of her ripe hanging breasts and plump ass.

Laura smiled as she saw her daughter lingering in the doorway, either not noticing or not remarking on the spots of color forming on Kitty’s cheeks. “Kitty! Good morning! Up bright and early for once I see.”

“Ummm, yeah,” mumbled Kitty, trying to look away as he mother turned and shifted into a bent forward pose, presenting her juicy ass to Kitty’s reluctant eyes. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Oh no!” said Laura, her eyebrows drawing together as she stretched her arms behind her back, thrusting her large chest forward temptingly. “I’m sorry to hear that darling. Is something the matter?”

Kitty didn’t know where to look. Her face burned as she sank onto the couch across from her stretching mother. She settled for trying to stare at a point just above her mother’s head. Anything to avoid looking at Laura’s curvy, glistening body. Kitty was lost in a sea of confusion, arousal, and guilt. First, her mother and now her sister. Kitty had so much free-floating sexual frustration that it was finding completely inappropriate outlets. And the haunting memory of her sister’s hard nipples pressing into her back just made things more confusing.

“I… I don’t know Mom,” said Kitty with a shaky sigh. “I just… I’m not sure what came over me last night.” She looked pleadingly into her mother’s deep blue eyes, begging her mother to understand… to not hate her.

Laura wiped the sweat from her face with a towel. Her expression showed no disgust or anger, just blank confusion. “Last night? Ohhhhh, you mean when you got wet from my spanking.”

Kitty cringed at the matter-of-fact reminder of her shame. “N-no! I mean, it wasn’t that your spanking turned me on or something, I just…”

But Laura just gently laughed and waved away Kitty’s desperate excuses with an airy gesture. “Dear, it really isn’t a big deal. We live in a household of three gorgeous women who are attracted to other women. I’m not shocked that a little sexual energy ended up misplaced at some point. I’m actually surprised that it took this long and didn’t happen when you girls were going through puberty.”

For what felt like the hundredth time in 24 hours, Kitty was shocked. So much so that she stared right at her mother instead of above her head, just as Laura moved into a particularly provocative pose on her hands and knees, her back arched and her tits hanging heavily below her.

This time Kitty couldn’t tear her eyes away from her mother’s luscious body and Laura continued. “I blame myself really. I had no idea that you had that sort of submissive kink, or I never would have suggested spanking as a punishment. So forgive your Mother, dear, and let’s move past it.”

“I don’t get off on submission!” lied Kitty hotly. “I was just planning on being with Rose before you called me away, and I didn’t get to have sex with Rose all weekend, and, ummm… I was a little sweaty, and, uh…” The flimsy lies poured out of Kitty’s mouth, and her mother’s smile grew wider and wider with each one.

“Of course dear,” said Laura, with a glint in her eye. “But I’ll be a little more careful when I’m strict with you anyway. Just in case. I know that you aren’t actually attracted to me, but we can’t help the things that turn us on, can we?”

Kitty tried desperately to think of a way to change the subject, and then remembered the other issue that they needed to discuss. “Mom, speaking of which: Becca just… she felt me up in the shower. And she… well… her nipples were…” began Kitty, trying to find a way to word it delicately.

“Erect?” said Laura curiously, her eyebrows raised.

“Yeah,” said Kitty, nodding. “She came in while I was showering and insisted on joining me, then she started rubbing me all over, and she grabbed my breasts. And when her nipples touched my back, I… felt them.”

“Oh my,” said Laura with wide eyes. “And your nipples dear? How were they?”

“I-I don’t know that that matters…” mumbled Kitty, unable to meet her mother’s gaze.

“I see,” said Laura decisively. “Well, It sounds like your sister was just trying to be helpful and wash you off. Your breasts need regular cleaning as well Kathryn, as I hope you know. And even if you aren’t mistaken, it sounds to me like exactly what I was talking about. Two horny young women accidentally sparking an attraction where they shouldn’t. I’m sure poor Becca is just as embarrassed as you are by the accident.”

Kitty frowned. It hadn’t felt like an accident, and Becca hadn’t looked embarrassed, but she supposed it was true that she was also guilty of getting turned on when she shouldn’t yesterday and today, so she should probably forgive Becca and move past it. Besides, maybe Laura was right, maybe Becca really had just been trying to help her shower.

“Becca probably just gets turned on by dominance,” said Laura airly as she sat, crossing one leg over the other and twisting her flexible body. “I bet she started washing you, sensed your naturally submissive nature, and her instincts told her to pounce.”

Kitty squirmed a little on the couch. Something felt wrong and kinky about the way her mother had phrased it. Kitty had never thought of herself as having a “submissive nature” before, despite her preferences in bed, and the idea of her little sister being turned on by dominance was for some reason… appealing, in a twisted way.

“Well, thanks, Mom,” said Kitty. She did feel a little better, although in some ways their conversation had just left her with more questions. “I think I might call Rose and…”

“Ah, ah ah,” said Laura sternly, rising to tower over Kitty on the couch. “I’m afraid your lovely girlfriend has to take second priority this week, dear. You’ll be spending time with me this morning.”

Kitty’s mouth was suddenly dry again as she stared up into her tall, curvy mother’s deep blue eyes. “Doing what?” she asked in a cracked voice.

“Why, yoga of course!”

…

Rose felt her phone buzz, waking her from a half doze, and reached over with a smile. No doubt Kitty with a sweet good morning text.

Last night had been… intense. Maybe the most intense session of lovemaking Rose had ever had with Kitty It made Rose cringe with guilt to realize that some of that fire had been fueled by the illicit kiss she had just shared with Becca.

She would just have to be careful from now on. It had been an unfortunate mistake, and Rose was better than that. She should probably just minimize contact with Becca altogether.

The text on her phone was from an unknown number.

[Hi Rose! This is Becca. Kitty gave me your number.]

Rose turned her phone face down with a yelp. Shit. Maybe she should just block her. Or ghost her. But Kitty gave Becca the number! What if Becca went to Kitty and said “Your girlfriend is being super rude and won’t talk to me”? Kitty would know something was up! With someone insecure as Kitty sometimes was, she might start getting suspicious, even with something as simple as that.

Rose’s phone buzzed again. She groaned and picked it back up, peeking at the new text from between her fingers.

[U are such a great teacher :D. I actually have more questions for U.]

Rose started typing a message.

[Becca, last night was wrong, and I really don’t think that…]

She deleted the message and tried again.

[Becca, I don’t think that I can help with your questions anymore. I love your sister, and…]

But before she could send it, Becca sent another message.

[You’ve tried cock and pussy before, but now you’re a full-time pussy-eater. Do you ever miss cock?]

Rose stared down at her phone, open-mouthed. This had just gone from mildly to wildly inappropriate. Becca had clearly gotten the wrong idea. There was no way that anyone would discuss things like this with their girlfriend’s sister. Not unless they had more complicated feelings than pure curiosity. It was also a very sensitive question in her relationship with Kitty. One that Kitty had nervously asked Rose herself during vulnerable, unguarded pillow talk. Rose had gently reassured Kitty that of course she didn’t miss penises. Not when she had a beautiful girlfriend like Kitty.

… The truth was slightly more complicated than that, but Kitty didn’t need to know that. And Becca certainly didn’t.

[Becca, that is inappropriate. We shouldn’t talk about this sort of thing.] There. That should set things straight. Rose nervously waited for Becca’s response. Would she be mad? Would she apologize? Finally, a response came.

[Awww, that’s no fun, Rose. I thought I could trust U! I’m just so confused about sex right now. My boyfriend wants to have our first time and I’m nervous. What if I don’t even like boys?]

Rose felt a little bad. She remembered when she went through a sexual awakening. It really could be confusing. Maybe she was being a little harsh with the poor girl.

[I’m just not comfortable talking about my sex life with you. I’m sorry.] She sent.

[Ok, ok. I get it.] Came the reply. [But can I just ask you about my situation? And you can give me advice?]

Rose chewed her thumbnail. It would probably be safer to just politely decline after what happened last night, but she did feel bad about shutting out a confused little fledgling bisexual.

[I guess that’s ok.] She texted, after hesitating for a moment over the send button.

Becca’s reply came back almost instantly.

[Great! My boyfriend sent me this picture. All my friends say that it is super hot, but I just don’t know how I feel about it. Can you give me your opinion?]

Rose had just a moment to feel a thrill of anxious anticipation before Becca sent a photo.

Then her eyes widened in shock.

…

Kitty grunted with effort as she felt her mother’s firm hand push her shoulders down toward the yoga mat, while simultaneously lifting her hips up. Sweat dripped off of her trembling body, even though she had just done a few basic poses. She felt utterly controlled and humbled as her breasts were crushed against the floor while her ass was pulled upward, vulnerable and exposed to her mother’s eyes.

“This one is called the extended puppy pose,” said Laura gently in her ear. She traced a firm hand across Kitty’s slim, naked thigh, making her shiver with repressed delight. “Can you feel it here?”

“Y-yes, Mother,” whimpered Kitty, praying that her mother didn’t check her panties for wetness again today. When Kitty had protested that she had no yoga clothes, Laura had insisted that the poses were just as easy to do in a bra and panties. And so here Kitty was, nearly naked and trembling with taboo arousal as her mother bent and shaped her body, touching and controlling her deftly with her firm hands and sharp words.

“Good girl. And here?” asked Laura as her hand cupped Kitty’s straining ass. Her voice held a hint of cruel amusement that Kitty was unable to detect in the depths of her submissive haze. “Yes Mother!” gasped Kitty. How was this happening again? It seemed like no matter what she did, being near her mother turned her on. Was there something wrong with her?

“Great, we need to stretch all those muscles,” said Laura, finally releasing the hand pressing Kitty down into the ground and allowing her to rise. “The next pose will be easier. Very simple. Just sit facing me.” Kitty sat awkwardly, directly across from her gorgeous mother, wearing only her underwear while Laura had on only her skin-tight yoga clothes. Staring into each other’s eyes in this close position was uncomfortably intimate.

“For this pose, all you need to do is…” without warning, Kitty’s mom put a warm hand on both of Kitty’s inner thighs and pushed them outward firmly. Kitty squirmed at the intimate touch so close to her pussy, then groaned as her muscles stretched to their limit. “…spreeeead your legs as wide as you can.” Laura scooted closer to continue helping her daughter spread her legs, and suddenly Kitty looked up to see her mother’s breasts right in her face. “Umm… mom?” she squeaked, her eyes, almost crossing as she stared at the deep luscious cleavage in front of her eyes, glistening lightly with a layer of sweat.

“Just a second dear… almost there,” said Laura distractedly, pushing her hands even deeper into Kitty’s slim, sensitive thighs as she tried to force them just an inch or two further apart. She bent forward slightly to give herself a better angle to spread Kitty’s legs, and her breasts pressed and rubbed against Kitty’s red face.

Kitty couldn’t decide whether she was in heaven or hell. On the one hand, the big, soft, lightly moist tits felt amazing as they pressed into her face. On the other, they belonged to her mother, the same mother who embarrassingly turned her on last night. The last thing she wanted right now was to give her mother evidence that she was some kind of pervert.

No matter how amazing the soft tits rubbing her face felt.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of Laura groping Kitty’s thighs and rubbing her breasts in Kitty’s face, Laura seemed satisfied with the angle of Kitty’s legs. She spread her legs effortlessly into a similar wide angle, forming a diamond from the legs of the mother and daughter pair. Laura stared down into Kitty’s dazed, drooling face with a motherly smile.

“Now all you need to do is bend forward,” said Laura sweetly, reaching across to seize her daughter by the back of the head and bringing her face down, further and further.

Directly between Laura’s legs.

It felt like a slow-motion erotic nightmare to Kitty, as her mom’s merciless hand pulled her closer and closer. She could have sworn that her mother angled her hips slightly as Kitty’s head came down, tilting her pussy upward to meet Kitty’s descending face. Kitty could smell her mother as she approached with aching slowness. Floral perfume. Clean sweat. Some deeper, more elusive feminine musk.

Did her Mom even realize what was about to happen? Kitty’s face was inches from her mother’s spandex-covered pussy. Close enough to get an excellent view of her subtle camel toe. This was going to happen. Laura’s hand wasn’t stopping. Kitty’s pupils dilated. Whatever happened next wasn’t her fault! It was her mother who was pushing her head down.

Kitty’s back audibly creaked in protest. She breathed heavily with her face just inches from her mother’s pussy, her nose filled with the intoxicating blend of scents. Laura’s hand applied a little more pressure, but it was no good. Kitty could bend no further. This was her limit.

Laura released the back of her daughter’s head, allowing Kitty to scramble back with guilty speed, trying to casually rest her hands between her legs to hide the second shameful wet spot her mother had caused in her panties.

As if Laura hadn’t noticed it already.

“That’s excellent dear!” said Laura warmly, gracefully rising to her feet. “A truly superb first effort. It’s a shame that you couldn’t stretch any further. But don’t worry my dear.”

Kitty looked up into her mother’s kind gentle eyes, feeling overwhelmed once again by her guilt, shame, and arousal.

“I plan to train that lovely little body hard. Soon you’ll be able to take every position I desire.”

…

The picture that Becca sent was of a young muscular torso. A lean hairy arm reached down to lift his shirt, revealing the anonymous man’s abs.

And a truly massive cock, drooling with precum.

Rose almost threw her phone across the room. Her blood pulsed in her ears and her face grew scarlet. Fuck. Becca had just sent her a picture of her boyfriend’s cock. And what a cock it was. Rose felt an unwelcome blossom of heat spreading through her as she thought about the quick glance she had just stolen.

Alright. Maybe the answer to Becca’s inappropriate question wasn’t very complicated at all. Rose did miss cock. She didn’t miss dating boys. Kitty was a kinder, more attentive, and sweeter partner than any boy she had ever tried to date. She loved Kitty and was emotionally one hundred percent satisfied by their relationship.

… But there was just something about the thought of getting her pussy filled with a throbbing shaft that sent molten lust pumping through her veins. Rose couldn’t help herself. She had already looked once. What was the harm if she just took another quick peek?

Rose licked her lips unconsciously as she looked down at the photo on her phone. It really was a magnificent cock.

[My friends all say that it’s really big. Is that true? I’ve never seen any others.]

Rose’s breaths were becoming rougher and shallower. She could feel herself growing wet.

[Yes, Becca. It’s pretty big] typed Rose, underselling the description by quite a bit.

[Really? Awesome! They also say it looks really… nice. Like, I don’t know, fun to fuck. I know, I know, my friends are total sluts. But what do you think? Do you agree with them?]

Not even realizing what she was doing, Rose dipped her hand beneath her waistband to gently touch and rub over her panties, biting her lip as she felt the waves of pleasure wash over her. Her eyes traced every rounded curve of the cock in the image, imagining how it would feel in her hand… her mouth… her pussy.

[Yes.] She replied simply, lost in a haze of lust.

[Yaaaay! That makes me so relieved. You have no idea. I knew I could count on you. Speaking of which, I was wondering if you could do me another favor… When I have my first time with my boyfriend, if I take a video, would you watch it and tell me how to improve? I just trust your judgment so much!]

Rose moaned, wracked with guilt and indecision and arousal. She had to put a stop to this and set clear boundaries with Becca before things got weirder. But the idea of seeing Kitty’s cute little sister dominated and stretched out by this magnificent cock… it was too hot to resist. Her hand worked feverishly, stuffed into her panties now as she typed one-handed.

[Of course, Becca! You can always count on me!]

…

As her first week of bonding time with her family continued, Kitty sank deeper and deeper into a haze of twisted lust.

For a few days, nothing in particular happened. She cooked with her mom. She watched a movie with her sister. Innocuous activities. But after the sexual close calls earlier in the week, every accidental brush of the hand; every moment of eye contact made Kitty’s heart beat faster and her mouth go dry.

It was like she had some sort of sick crush on her sister and mother.

And they didn’t make it any easier. Although there hadn’t been any further accidental sexual touching, Kitty caught both women giving her heated sidelong glances, or whispering in her ear when it would have worked just as well to speak at a normal volume, or letting their hands linger whenever they made contact. Or… at least that was how it felt to Kitty.

Did Laura and Becca know how she felt? Were they teasing her? Or were they flirting with her? Did they feel something too? Is that even what Kitty wanted?

Kitty found, to her shame, that the only way to deal with the constant inappropriate sexual tension was frequent masturbation. Even calls to Rose and her occasional visits weren’t enough to satisfy the sexual hunger that was constantly growing inside her. She excused herself to her room more and more often, face burning with humiliation, to rub her pussy raw, squeaking and moaning in her bed. She had even started excusing herself in the middle of bonding time for brief sessions in the bathroom just to tide her over.

She wasn’t even through the first week.

So when Becca presented their next activity, Kitty was actually a little relieved.

“Let’s go, Sis!” said Becca with a sunny grin, wearing a short tennis skirt and a tiny halter top that showed off her gorgeous tanned physique. Large stylish dark sunglasses hid her eyes, but Kitty could tell from the rest of her expression that she was excited. “I’m giving you a makeover today! My treat!”

Becca smiled as she changed into a going-out outfit (much more modest than her outgoing sister’s of course). This would probably be a lot easier than spending time around the house.

There was no way that Becca would tease her in public.

…

“Hello?” called Rose nervously as she stepped into the front door of her girlfriend’s house. “Umm, Ms. Wilson? Kitty? Anybody?”

Weirdly, she had been called the the Wilson house today not by Kitty, but by Laura. Her girlfriend’s mom hadn’t given many details but had made it clear that she wanted to talk to Rose and considered it important.

Laura had never sent Rose a message like this before, and, in fact, Rose couldn’t remember a time that they had spoken one-on-one. So this was unusual, to say the least. And a little nerve-wracking.

“Kitty’s not here, darling,” said a confident, musical voice from her right. It was Laura, sitting at the dining room table with a steaming cup of coffee in front of her. “She’s out with her sister. In fact, that’s why I insisted that you come at this time.”

Rose gulped. Laura was wearing a thin, low-cut nightgown, and her luscious tits were showcased and emphasized as she leaned forward over the table. Rose had always found her girlfriend’s mother a little… intimidating, both sexually and socially. She was a powerful, sexy, and confident woman, and Rose couldn’t help but feel pulled toward her energy.

And that was even before this past week. Although Kitty had been kept fairly busy by the “family bonding” that her mother and sister had insisted on, Rose had had been invited over a few times. And each time, Rose had felt the difference. Somehow, the captivating older woman’s sexual confidence and power had grown day by day, and now Rose felt it more than ever.

So she kept a careful rein on herself as she slipped into the chair across from Laura. It wasn’t appropriate to be this attracted to your girlfriend’s mother. And Rose still remembered how Kitty had reacted when she had casually joked that Laura was hot. Rose would have to be careful that there wasn’t even the slightest hint of that attraction when speaking to Laura, just in case it got back to her girlfriend.

“So, ummm,” said Rose, trying her hardest to sound casual and professional under the gaze of Laura’s luminous blue eyes. “Why did you want to talk?” For a long moment, Laura just stared at her, her eyes (just like Kitty’s eyes… but somehow warmer) gleaming, her plump expressive lips pulled up into a faint, mysterious smile.

Finally, Laura leaned back, her large unconstrained breasts splaying softly across her chest under the thin silk of her pajamas. “I’d like to throw Kitty a going away party,” she said. When Rose’s eyes returned to Laura’s face from examining her beautiful tits, she saw a twinkle of amusement there.

Shit. Had she just been caught checking out her girlfriend’s mom? “I think that sounds like a lot of fun!” said Rose with forced cheerfulness, trying to cover her embarrassment, “Why don’t I ask Kitty what she would like to have at her party?”

But Laura shook her head with a chuckle, causing her magnificent auburn waves to sway alluringly. How could a woman’s hair look this good right out of bed? “No, no dear, you misunderstand. I could have asked my daughter myself if I wanted to. I would like this to be a surprise party, dear.”

Rose frowned. “But, ummm… Ms. Wilson,” she began hesitantly.

“Please dear,” said Laura with a bright smile, reaching across the table to lay a gentle hand on Rose’s, “Call me Laura. Or even Mother! We’re practically family.”

“L-laura,” continued Rose, a blush staining her face from the contact of Laura’s hand. She didn’t think she would ever have the guts to call Laura “mother,” although for some reason the idea was darkly intriguing. “I don’t know if a surprise party would be a good idea. Kitty was pretty upset by the last one.”

“But that’s why I have you, dear!” said Laura decisively, patting Rose with her delicate, lovely hand. “This time, with the woman who knows her best, I can get it right.”

Laura leaned forward again, giving her daughter’s wide-eyed girlfriend a breathtaking view of her naked cleavage as her nightgown fell loose. “Tell me you’ll help me, dear,” she said in a low, compelling voice. “You simply must. I won’t take no for an answer.”

Rose felt like a fly trapped in a web. She knew she should look away from Laura’s incredible tits, but she just couldn’t. “Y-yes. Sure,” she said in a dazed voice. “I’d be happy to help. Anything for Kitty.”

“Perfect!” said Laura cheerfully, abruptly returning to a more neutral pose. She took a long sip of her steaming coffee, then looked back a Rose with a crooked smile on her face.

“One last thing, darling. I had another reason for calling you here today.”

Something about Laura’s body language and the gleam in her eyes sent a thrill of anticipation through Rose. She suddenly felt herself breaking into a sweat.

“And this topic,” said Laura delicately, “Is a bit more… personal.”

…

“Becca, It’s just not my style.”

Kitty’s voice floated out from inside the changing room as Becca stood outside, tapping her foot impatiently. “I’ll be the judge of that,” said Becca brightly. “I’m the one who’s making you over, remember? Come on out and let me have a look.”

“I-I don’t know, Becca, I think that this one isn’t for me. Can you just hand me the next options?” said Kitty. Becca rolled her eyes. If Kitty was going to be a proper submissive, she was going to have to learn to loosen up a little. Without knocking, Becca opened the dressing room door and slipped inside.

Kitty squeaked and blushed adorably, her hands flying instinctively to cover herself, even though she was technically already clothed. But Becca could understand her sister’s subconscious confusion: there really wasn’t much to the outfit. A tiny peach-colored tube top was barely enough to cover Kitty’s firm breasts, leaving her shoulders and tummy bare. Below, she wore a tiny pink miniskirt that was low-slung enough to display the upper curves of her hips while only coming mid-way down her thighs.

Kitty would have to be a little more careful when shaving once this became part of her wardrobe, thought Becca wickedly. She could see just a hint of trimmed public hair peeking above the skirt.

“What are you talking about, babe?” said Becca, painting her face with excited enthusiasm. “It looks fucking gorgeous on you! Look at how it shows off your hot little body. You’re such a fucking snack, Kitty!”

Kitty blushed, but her hands fell slowly to her sides. It looked like her older sister wasn’t immune to flattery, thought Becca. But Kitty still wasn’t sold on her new look. She turned back to the mirror, her expression troubled.

“I don’t know Becca…” she said, chewing her lip. “I’m just not comfortable showing this much… I mean the shirt’s so tight, people would basically just be looking at my breasts!”

Becca crept up behind her sister. Enough of the preliminaries. It was time for the main event. Just like in the shower, Becca’s hand slid around Kitty’s hips, tracing the top edge of her tiny skirt. Kitty gasped as Becca’s hot little fingers made sensual trails across her smooth, pale skin, finally resting on the fringes of her exposed pubic hair, just inches above her suddenly throbbing pussy.

“B-becca…” whispered Kitty, squirming in place at her sister’s unexpected touch, “What are you doing?”

Becca felt a flash of predatory triumph. Kitty may be flinching and weakly protesting, but she was no longer running, or trying to stop Becca’s roaming hands. It wouldn’t be long before the little sub would be eagerly seeking her touch instead of resisting.

“Geez, Kitty, what’s with you?” said Becca with a theatrical eye roll. “Im just testing the fit. Haven’t you ever been shopping with another girl?” Her hands slipped downward, diving beneath Kitty’s skirt to feel her older sister’s slim, trembling thighs.

“N-no,” admitted Kitty slowly, her breathing growing shallow. “But you’re my sister, isn’t this a little weird?”

Becca’s fingers ghosted across Kitty’s inner thighs but avoided her pussy for now. Even as far as she had progressed this week, Kitty wasn’t ready for that quite yet. Instead, Becca’s hands moved toward Kitty’s ass, making a great show of flipping and resmoothing her sister’s skirt, as if testing how it looked in action on Kitty’s tight little butt. “But that’s why it’s not weird, dummy,” said Becca as if that was the most obvious thing in the world. Then she twisted the knife a little: “Wait, you don’t think I’m trying to feel you up, do you?” Becca asked with a carefully calculated tone of shocked disgust.

“Of c-course not!” spluttered Kitty, her face getting even redder as she avoided Becca’s burning eyes in the mirror. Becca suppressed a giggle. An important part of her and her Mom’s plan was to gaslight Kitty into thinking she was the weird one. And it seemed to be working even better than they had hoped.

“Just one more thing to check…” said Becca pleasantly as her hands slid upward over Kitty tender belly. “We need to see how your shirt fits…”

Last time, when Becca “accidentally” grabbed her sister’s tits in the shower, it spooked her and she ran. It was time to see how far Kitty’s development had come.

“Becca…” whimpered Kitty as her sister’s hand slid upward over the bottom edge of the tight, stretchy shirt. “You… I m-mean, I…” She didn’t move away, and in fact, seemed to unconsciously thrust her chest out just a little, presenting her breasts for her little sister’s touch.

Becca’s hands glided smoothly over her sister’s tits, resting there, gently cupping the firm, hot flesh in her hands. Kitty’s nipples pressed stiffly into her palms, twin beacons broadcasting Kitty’s shameful arousal.

Becca lingered there for just a moment, demonstrating her right to touch Kitty however she wanted, then dropped her hands, stepping back a few paces and leaving her poor sister a blushing, trembling mess.

“It fits great!” gushed Becca, pretending nothing had happened. “I think this outfit definitely goes in the “maybe” pile.”

Kitty took a second to compose herself, taking a deep breath, closing her eyes, and visibly pulling herself together. When she opened her eyes, she seemed almost in control again. “I don’t know,” she said reluctantly, staring at the three piles they had made on the dressing room bench. Well, in practice it was two piles: so far, Becca hadn’t allowed Kitty to put any clothes in the “no” pile, no matter how slutty they were. “I just can’t picture wearing clothes like these in public.”

“I can picture it,” said Becca, her smile growing hard for a moment. “It goes in the “maybe” pile, Sis. It’s my treat remember?”

Kitty simply looked away, nodded her head and murmured “Yes, Becca.”

Becca smiled and left the room so Kitty had time to change to the next outfit. Of course, the “maybe” pile was a sham as well, just a fig leaf to make Kitty a little more comfortable. They would be going home with all the clothes that Becca liked the look of, no matter how uncomfortable they made Kitty. The idea of showing off her pet’s hot little body once she and her mom finally broke Kitty in was just too tempting to pass up.

Becca slipped out of the hallway and flagged down a sales girl. “Excuse me,” she said with a smirk, “I was wondering if you had anything… sluttier that my friend could try on?”

The sales girl gave Becca an amused, incredulous look. “Sluttier than the options you already picked?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

Becca giggled and leaned in to whisper, “Well, you see, she’s a bit of an exhibitionist.”

The sales girl thought for a moment with a sparkle in her eye. “Wellll, if I bring you some items from our juniors department, it might give you the effect you’re looking for…”

Becca’s eyes widened with delight at the thought.

“Perfect!” she gushed in an excited squeal.

…

“I understand that you and my daughter have been having some… bedroom trouble,” said Laura delicately, with a warm, understanding smile.

Rose sat speechless, her mind spiraling as she tried to think of something, anything to say to the stunning older woman sitting across from her, wearing skimpy sleepwear while she broached the topic of Rose’s love life.

Laura gave a dignified little chuckle and looked away from Rose while taking a sip of her coffee. “No need to look like you swallowed a bug, darling. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Kitty told me the whole sordid situation.”

“Kitty told you?” asked Rose, utterly stunned. She had no idea that Kitty had been discussing their sex life with her gorgeous mother. The idea that Laura knew what happened between them in bed was uncomfortable, but strangely erotic.

“Of course, dear,” said Laura dismissively. “We talk about everything. She’s very concerned about the situation, you know.”

Rose bit her lip. It felt weird to discuss this intimate problem with a third party, especially since she found Laura so attractive. But if Kitty had already spilled the beans, maybe it would be worth it to discuss the issue with someone experienced. “Yes,” said Rose cautiously, balling her fists in her lap to calm her nerves. “I’m concerned about our… issue too. I’m trying my hardest, but the things that Kitty wants from me… they don’t come naturally to me.”

“I understand dear,” said Laura sympathetically. “But don’t despair. I’m sure that Kitty knows what she wants from you, but my lovely daughter is a submissive all the way to her soft, feminine core. I doubt that she has useful advice on how to actually be a dom. It’s a learned skill. Incidentally, did you know that I used to date women?”

Rose felt a warm flush of surprised arousal spread through her core. “N-no,” she said in a strangled voice. “I didn’t realize that, Laura.” Shit. Rose had always assumed that Laira was straight. After all, she had two kids. The fact that this beautiful older woman was attracted to women… it made Rose’s mind go places that it shouldn’t.

“Well I did,” said Laura, her shining blue eyes staring into space over Rose’s shoulder. “And whenever I dated women, I was the one wearing the pants, darling. I know all the tricks.”

Her eyes locked back onto Rose’s, their smoldering heat making a dizzy surge of adrenaline spike through Rose’s veins. Laura reached her hand across the table, palm up.

“If you want, I could teach you, dear.”

Rose’s pulse seemed to throb against every inch of her skin. How had she gotten into this mess? Begged by Becca to teach her about sex while Laura offered to instruct her.

But Rose did want to learn how to be a dom. She loved Kitty, and Rose knew that her girlfriend wouldn’t be sexually satisfied with her faltering attempts forever.

Besides, the idea of learning sexual dominance studying at Laura’s feet was tempting…

Rose unclenched one of the fists in her lap and reached to take Laura’s hand.

…

“Just one more stop!” said Becca cheerfully, tossing yet another bulging bag of clothes into the backseat.

Kitty stared at her sister doubtfully. They had already been half a dozen stores. They had bought new makeup, shoes with ridiculously high heels, and outfit after shameless outfit for Kitty. Almost none of it were clothes Kitty felt comfortable wearing, but at every store, Becca had just smiled brightly and told the cashier to just ring up the entire “maybe” pile.

Becca laughed at Kitty’s face. “Don’t give me that look, Sis!” she giggled. “This last stop is for me, not you. I need a new bikini for summer. Since I helped you pick your new wardrobe, I though it could be your turn to give me some advice.”

Right now, Kitty was wearing an outfit that her little sister had insisted was “so her.” It consisted of a tiny pair of bright white shorts that were practically bursting their button with how tight they were, even in Kitty’s petite build, and a thin, stretchy, stomach-baring top that had the word “Angel” printed on it in glittery cursive. They were somehow cutesy and obscene at the same time, and Kitty could have sworn that she had seen them hanging in the pre-teen department earlier.

Even the cashier had been laughing as Kitty wore it out of the store, redfaced with shame.

Kitty wanted to object to Becca calling the slutty clothes she had just bought her “new wardrobe,” but she decided it wasn’t worth the effort.

She had been learning lately that it was easier to just let Becca have her way.

…

Kitty stood nervously outside the changing room, biting her thumbnail.

One major downside of holding their “family bonding time” in public was that there was no opportunity to excuse herself and relieve her sexual tension like she had been doing at home. Ever since the first store that they had stopped at, Becca had insisted on “checking the fit” of Kitty’s outfits. Especially the ones that were smallest and tightest.

And every time that her younger sister’s hot little hands glided over her skin, Kitty grew just a little more horny. By now she felt like a massive spring of sexual energy had been wound up inside her, desperate for release. All she had to do was get through one last store and she could go home, run to her bedroom, and work out all this filthy sexual energy until she passed out from exhaustion.

“Ohhhh Kiiiittyyyyy, cooooome iiiiiin,” called Becca in a sing-song voice. Kitty sighed with frustration. She wasn’t sure why Becca wanted her advice anyway: there was a reason Becca was giving her a makeover and not the other way around.

Kitty’s heart almost stopped beating as she entered the room. Her little sister stood, turning and preening in front of the mirror wearing the tiniest, sluttiest bikini that Kitty had ever seen.

It was shiny silver and seemed to be mainly made of thin cords connecting tiny scraps of cloth. The strips of cloth covering Becca’s nipples were too pathetic to be called “cups,” and were so inadequate to the task that Kitty thought she could detect the blush of her sister’s areolas peeking out the sides. Becca’s ass was almost wholly uncovered, with just a thin cord running between her firm cheeks. The minuscule triangle of silvery cloth between her thighs was so small that almost all of her fine blonde pubic hair was uncovered.

Becca noticed where Kitty was looking with a giggle and ran her fingers through the hair between her legs. “I know, I know, I have to shave before I wear it. Just pretend this isn’t here. Other than that, what do you think?”

Kitty was speechless. She didn’t know where to look. Her sister wanted her to carefully observe how the slutty swimsuit fit her lean, sexy body, but looking too closely just stoked the roaring lust inside Kitty.

It was a no-win situation.

“I don’t know,” said Kitty blankly, “It seems… well… a bit d-daring, wouldn’t you say? Where would you even wear it?” She circled her sister warily. Kitty’s eyes began to roam Becca’s lithe, tan body with growing enthusiasm. It was ok for her to look. That was what Becca wanted, right? It wasn’t wrong or perverted if Becca was inviting her gaze.

“Daring is what I want,” said Becca with a crooked smile. “I love it when people get a good look at me. I want to be the center of attention.”

Becca turned and looked over her shoulder, speculatively lifting her ass cheek and letting it drop.

“Shit, with a suit like this,” she murmured with a grin, “Every guy who sees me will be hard as a fucking rock. And half the girls will be soaking through their panties.”

Kitty gasped, momentarily shocked out of her lustful gazing. “Becca! You want people to s-see…” She made a comprehensive, swirling motion with her hand, indicating Becca’s mostly nude body.

Becca rolled her eyes and scoffed as she cupped her tits and let them fall, examining the fit of the suit. “Don’t be such a goody-goody, Sis. There’s nothing more fun than flaunting what you have.” Her teasing eyes locked on Kitty’s in the mirror. “Maybe we should have you try it sometime.

Kitty gulped at the implied suggestion for a future bonding activity.

“So tell me,” said Becca, decisively, turning back to Kitty with her hip cocked in a sultry pose, “What’s the verdict? Hot enough to turn heads?”

Despite her disquiet, Kitty’s eyes were pulled like a magnet back to her sister’s gorgeously displayed body. With her nipples and pussy just barely hidden, it was even more erotic than when she had seen Becca totally naked. “Yes,” she finally said, grudgingly.

“I think so too,” said Becca smugly, her light blue eyes burning with some inner light. She held out a slim finger and beckoned Kitty closer.

Without knowing why, Kitty obeyed, walking forward with slow, hesitant steps, until she stood right next to her younger sister, looking up into her eyes. “Just one more thing left to do,” said Becca in a low, commanding voice, “You need to ‘test the fit’.

Kitty’s heart pounded a wild rhythm in her chest. Becca was looking down at her with warm, welcoming eyes. Kitty’s hands twitched at her sides. Becca’s body looked firm, lush, and tempting. Kitty wanted to touch it so badly. Becca was welcoming her to do so.

Kitty’s hands rose from her sides with jerky motions. This was so wrong. Becca wanted her to feel how the clothes fit, but there was no way her little sister fully realized how Kitty felt: how sexual desperation had been building inside her all week.

But what Becca didn’t know couldn’t hurt her.

Kitty’s hands made contact with her sister’s warm, sun-kissed skin, sliding around the curve of her hips, savoring every inch of exposed skin with her greedy fingers.

Now that she had been given an excuse, Kitty’s hesitation disappeared, and she began running her hands rapidly over her sister’s strong thighs, her flat tummy, her thin waist. Becca giggled. “Wow, Sis,” she said, voice thick with amusement, ” If I had known you would be this enthusiastic, I would have taken you shopping ages ago.”

Then Becca leaned forward a little, causing her tits to hang temptingly beneath her torso like ripe fruit. Kitty’s eyes were wide as her reluctance fell away, replaced by eager arousal. “Aren’t you going to test how the top fits, Sis?” Becca asked with a smirk. Kitty gulped. She never in a million years would have felt up her little sister’s tits… but now that she had been invited, she certainly wasn’t going to say no.

Kitty’s hand reached up, firmly grasping her sister’s tits, barely contained in their tiny swimsuit. They were large, and round, and firm in her hands. They felt amazing. Kitty couldn’t help but gently squeeze them, relishing their soft heft in her greedy hands.

“Well,” asked Becca breathlessly, “Do you like how they feel?”

“Wh-what?” asked Kitty foolishly, rubbing her thumbs compulsively over the warm, bare flesh of her sister’s breasts on either side of the skimpy suit.

“The cups, dummy,” said Becca with a smirk. Suddenly, her face was close to Kitty’s, invading her space. Kitty’s breath caught in her throat. “Do you think the bikini cups feel like they fit well?”

Becca’s voice had dropped to a heated whisper. “Y-yes,” said Kitty in a small voice, her eyes darting between her sister’s warm playful eyes and her soft, moist lips. Her fingers sunk deep into her sister’s tits. Did she detect… a stiffening beneath her hands?

Becca’s lips were just inches from hers. Becca’s energy was unmistakable, open and welcoming. Kitty gave in to her instincts. She puckered lightly and leaned forward.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Becca’s voice was disgusted and disbelieving. When Kitty opened her eyes, her little sister was looking at her with a shocked expression.

Blazing with shame, Kitty released Becca’s breasts and stepped away as if burned. She felt horrible as she saw Becca covering herself with her hands, a look of hurt confusion on her face.

“Becca, I…” floundered Kitty desperately, trying to come up with an explanation that wouldn’t out her for the pervert she was.

“I think maybe you’d better leave,” said Becca dismissively. Her eyes were cold and suspicious as they glared at Kitty. “Wait for me in the car. I think I need a minute.”

The car ride home was chilly and awkward. Becca didn’t even speak to her. The moment kep running through Kitty’s head, miring her in guilt and shame. What the fuck had she been thinking? How could she have misread the situation so badly?

She had tried to kiss her fucking sister while groping her tits. Kitty was some sort of pervert.

The one silver lining if the mortifying experience was that Kitty’s arousal was gone, so another frenzied masturbation session was unnecessary.

Or so she thought.

After an hour of wallowing in her shame and humiliation alone in her room, for some reason her arousal came roaring back stronger than before.

And Kitty masturbated herself to sleep envisioning her sister’s lovely body and eyes, flashing back and forth between mocking and disgusted.

…

On Friday evening, Kitty lay collapsed back on the couch. Finally, she had a moment to relax.

Becca had a tennis match today, so she would be gone all afternoon. Luckily for Kitty, her sister’s shocked disgust over what had happened in the dressing room earlier in the week had faded. Unluckily, it had been replaced with constant smirking jokes about kissing. It was a relief to have a break from her sister’s constant giggles and glances.

Her mother was gone as well. Laura had set up her law firm at this point so that she only had to be in the office three times a week, working from home for the rest of the days. It allowed Laura to have a slightly more relaxed lifestyle, but the schedule did mean that sometimes work piled up that only the boss could deal with.

Because of that, it was well known in the Wilson household that you could never reliably count on Mom being around on Friday evenings. And it looked like tonight would be one of those days. That was fine with Kitty as well. Even though Laura didn’t have the same teasing attitude that Becca had adopted, Kitty was feeling just as much inappropriate attraction to her mother as she did to her sister.

And in many ways, her mother’s attitude toward Kitty was almost worse than Becca’s. It was a kind of forceful strictness combined with pitying, superior glances. As if Laura was well aware of the incestuous lust building inside her daughter, and believed that Kitty just wasn’t strong enough to help herself. In any case, Kitty couldn’t help but feel like her inner perversions were now an open secret in the house, much to her humiliation.

She was just settling into a night of rest from the erotic torture that family bonding time had become when she heard the door open. Shit. Was it Becca home early from Tennis, or was it…

Laura deposited her bag on the kitchen counter with a sigh, looking ravishing as always despite the stress and fatigue evident on her face. She looked professional, but chic in a sharp blazer, a skirt that ended just above the knee, and dark pantyhose that clung alluringly to her long, shapely legs. Kitty tried to stop herself from checking out the way her mother’s breasts filled the blazer, the way her ass pressed tightly against the fabric of her skirt, and especially the way the pantyhose showcased her amazing legs. She failed. What was the point of being subtle anyway? Both Becca and Laura knew the incestuous longings that lurked in her head at this point. There was no longer any point in holding back.

“Evening, darling,” said Laura, arching an eyebrow at Kitty’s obviously sexual appraisal of her fashionable work clothes. “I bet you thought you would be home alone tonight. No need to worry. Mommy came home a little early to make sure that you would get some bonding time.”

Kitty feel a strange blend of disappointment at having her plans for a relaxing evening foiled and lustful anticipation for whatever fresh humiliation was about to come her way. Laura grabbed a bottle of wine and a glass and gracefully collapsed onto the couch next to Kitty with a sigh.

As usual, Kitty felt overwhelmed by her mother’s sheer proximity. Her floral perfume. Her powerful feminine confidence. Her physical size compared to her daughter. All of them made Kitty feel pulled toward her mother like a planet around the sun. Laura gave her daughter a soft smile as she poured a large glass of wine.

“So how has your first week been?” asked Laura, her deep blue eyes warm and amused. “Your bonding with me and your sister. Have you been enjoying yourself?”

Kitty looked away, a little flustered. It was hard to answer that question. The horrifying experience of being constantly aroused by her family had been slow torture. But she had to admit she had come to crave her mother and sister’s company. “It’s been… a little intense,” Kitty murmured finally.

Laura laughed, a low, rich, musical sound. “I’m sure it has been difficult, dear,” she said fondly, laying a gentle hand on her daughter’s arm. Kitty felt the touch of her mother’s warm skin burning and tingling there, but she didn’t pull away. “That’s because you’ve been focused on yourself for years. Putting your mother and sister first must feel… humbling.”

Kitty silently nodded, biting her lip. Whatever else was going on beneath the surface, her mother wasn’t wrong: this week had certainly been humbling.

Laura took a long sip of her wine, regarding Kitty over her glass with deep, thoughtful eyes; mirrors of Kitty’s own. “I actually have the perfect way for you to put your mother first tonight,” said Laura in a playful tone.

Kitty’s eyes watched with sick fascination as Laura flexed her foot, wiggling it to slip out of the sensible work heels she had been wearing. Kitty’s pulse spiked as she stared at her mother’s slim, feminine foot, covered only by the thin, clinging gauze of her pantyhose. “I’ve been on my feet aalllll day, darling,” purred Laura, swinging her feet up onto the couch. “Be an angel and give mommy a foot rub.”

Laura then unceremoniously plopped her feet right into her daughter’s lap, grazing her pussy as they went. Kitty sucked in a shocked breath as the now-familiar feeling of dark, unwelcome lust rushed through her.

Her mother had just unknowingly triggered another of Kitty’s shameful fetishes. It had taken all of Kitty’s courage to admit even to her sweet, understanding girlfriend that foot worship turned her on. Something about being forced to service the lowest, dirtiest part of a dominant woman seemed to resonate with a primal, submissive part of Kitty, thrilling her to her core.

And now her mother was innocently demanding that same service. She wiggled her feet with an expectant look on her face. “Well, darling?” Laura prompted with a mysterious smile, “Mommy’s waiting…”

Kitty hesitated for only a moment, feeling lust flare hot and wet in her innermost core, then wrapped her fingers around her mother’s warm, beautiful feet, pressing firmly with her thumbs at the arches.

Doing her best to please the superior woman.

Laura groaned in satisfaction, flexing her slim feet against her daughter’s fingers and closing her eyes to concentrate on the delicious sensation. It was a completely normal reaction to a foot rub, but the sound of pleasure made Kitty’s heart beat faster and accelerated the welling of moisture between her legs.

“Right there, Kitty dear,” moaned Laura. “Don’t stop. Harder.” Kitty squirmed in her seat. Her mother’s satisfied noises were unbelievably erotic. For a long few minutes, Kitty concentrated wholly on pleasing her mother, losing focus on everything except Laura’s feet, her mother’s moans of appreciation, and the deep, pulsing heat in her pussy.

Kitty was so absorbed in her foot rub that she almost missed what her mother said as she began talking. “Kitty dear, we need to talk about a… delicate topic,” said Laura, swirling her wine with a thoughtful look in her eyes.

“Y-yes, mom?” yelped Kitty, worried that Laura had somehow discovered her current arousal.

“We need to talk about your sex life,” said Laura, her face set in a serious, grim expression.

Kitty froze, her eyes going wide in horror. This was exactly the conversation she had been dreading. A million explanations ran through her mind, a swirl of poor excuses for her taboo arousal. Laura looked at her daughter with a searching gaze. Then her eyes flicked downward toward her feet.

“No one told you to stop darling. Keep rubbing,” Laura said in a strict, no-nonsense voice. Then she asked breezily, with no hint of awkwardness or shame: “You’re a sexual submissive, is that right, dear?”

Kitty went bright red, stuttering, “What? No, mom, I… I just have a normal, average sort of… s-sexual… thing…” She wanted to curl up into a ball and die. Talking to her gorgeous, dominant mother about her sexual cravings was the last thing in the world that Kitty wanted to do. Especially because those sexual cravings had involved Laura herself lately…

Laura raised a languid eyebrow. “Darling, you got wet when I spanked you the other day. That isn’t what I would call “a normal sexual thing” as you so eloquently put it. Let’s be honest with each other. And I won’t tell you again: rub my feet, Kathryn.” The last part was delivered with just a hint of steel that made Kitty guiltily jump and begin rubbing with renewed purpose.

Kitty took a shuddering breath and, avoiding her mother’s intense gaze, made her shameful admission. “Yes, you’re right, mom. I… I am a sub. But do we really need to talk about this? It’s so embarrassing!” she whined, doing her best to continue her foot rub while her mother stared at her with a kind, gentle smile.

“Believe me dear,” said Laura apologetically, “I would love to mind my own business on this particular topic, but I’m afraid that it has become… a family issue. Hasn’t it?”

As if she wasn’t humiliated enough already… So Mom had noticed. Becca had probably told Laura about the kissing incident in the dressing room. Her mother thought she was some sort of pervert. And maybe she was. But for some reason, the mortifying embarrassment was blending with her twisted arousal. Intensifying it. The humiliation was feeding into the heat growing inside her, taking her to new heights.

“I…I’m sorry, Mom,” whispered Kitty, humbly rubbing her mother’s feet with her head hung in shame.

“Oh sweetie!” said Laura in a warm, compassionate tone, putting a gentle hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “There’s no need to be sad. We can work through this! It reminds me of your father, actually.”

Kitty looked up, startled out of her deep shame. “Dad?” she asked curiously.

“Yes, dear,” said Laura, taking a sip of wine with a misty look in her eyes. “Your father used to enjoy that kind of game on occasion. We would take turns switching roles. So I do have a bit of experience with dominance and submission, from both sides. Of course, neither I nor your father were ever quite as submissive as you.”

Kitty blushed at the casual insult, delivered in a tone of affection. Laura touched Kitty’s shoulder, her eyebrows drawn together in concern. “I don’t mean to be rude, sweetie, but even you must realize how deep your submissive streak runs. But don’t fret, your inclinations aren’t unheard of. I actually had a friend in college who had similar… needs. She craved the security and safety of a dom’s control. She needed a strong partner at all times to make her feel whole.”

Laura’s eyes grew serious as they lanced directly into Kitty’s. “And if left alone for too long, her sexual frustrations could sometimes take… unusual channels.”

Kitty gulped, and she couldn’t help but scan her mother’s perfect face, fixed in an expression of supportive concern. Her luscious, curvy body, her lovely waves of auburn hair. A flawless, superior, dominant woman.

“You seem distracted from your task,” said Laura seriously, staring down again at Kitty’s hands, which had been rubbing the same spot for over a minute. “Perhaps you would be more focused if you changed position.”

Laura leaned forward. Her deep blue eyes filled Kitty’s world. When she spoke, it was in a haughty voice of complete, confident authority.

“On your knees, Kitty.”

Kitty moved on instinct, the depth of her submission made her forget all worries about appearances and the implications of her obedience. The dominant tone had spoken to the eager submissive at Kitty’s core, and she responded automatically.

Kitty slid off the couch and sank to her knees before her smirking mother, looking up adoringly as she held her mistress’s foot in her hands. I took a few moments of looking up into her mother’s pitying eyes to realize the mistake she had made. She tried to scramble back from the submissive position she had taken, but Laura held up a finger warningly.

“Ah, ah, ah, Kitty. You made the decision to kneel and serve me. You can’t go back on it now. Continue my foot rub. And make it good this time.” Laura’s voice was gentle and amused, but it allowed no argument. Kitty began rubbing her mother’s feet again, feeling the blend of humiliation and arousal swirling in her belly grow hotter and hotter. She realized with self-conscious shame that she had stepped directly into a trap laid by her mother: a trap designed to show her how pathetic of a submissive she really was.

Laura gazed down with a mix of pity and satisfaction, taking a long slow sip of wine as her daughter humbly rubbed her feet while kneeling before her. Then she continued. “This submissive friend I knew was lucky enough to meet a strong, wonderful man who treasured her and met all of her needs as a submissive.”

Kitty silently looked up into her mother’s cool, confident face, rubbing her feet all over with slavish devotion. Hearing all this talk of domination and submission made her naturally wonder what it must have been like when her mother dominated her father in bed… Laura’s dominant side was dark, and compelling, and powerful. Being her submissive would no doubt be deeply satisfying. Kitty’s eyes moved downward, fixed with unspoken longing at the shadowy depths beneath Laura’s tight skirt. She could almost see all the way up… if she just angled her head a little differently.

“But who is meeting those needs for you, Darling?” asked Laura sharply. “Rose? If that’s the case, it seems like she has been slipping…”

“Rose is… trying her best,” murmured Kitty awkwardly, with her head down, concentrating on her foot rub. “It… it doesn’t come naturally to her.”

Laura shook her head with a sigh, sending her shining auburn hair shimmering. “Two submissives in love. An awkward predicament. And my poor baby is left sexually frustrated…”

Then to Kitty’s horror, Laura lifted her free foot and dragged it with aching slowness between her thighs, directly across her aching pussy from back to front, maintaining heated eye contact with her daughter all the while. “In fact, you’re horny right now… aren’t you, dear?” she asked in a low, throaty whisper.

“Mom…” whimpered Kitty, squirming with erotic discomfort, but mentally unable to move as she felt the taboo contact of her mother’s pantyhose covered foot scraping across the surface of her shorts. “P-please… don’t tease me…”

“Oh my, Kitty, what am I going to do with you?” asked Laura ruefully, shaking her head. “A foot fetish too? That’s a particularly embarrassing one. Even my submissive friend never went that far..” With a cruel smile, she bounced the foot still held between Kitty’s legs, firmly tapping the top of her foot against Kitty’s aching pussy.

“Mom… Mommy,” gasped Kitty, her legs trembling from the fierce sensations roaring through her body. “Don’t! It’s… It’s not right!”

“Hmmmm, I think you’re correct…” purred Laura, rubbing her foot in a slow sawing motion back and forth between Kitty’s legs. “This does feel wrong. But sometimes something can be both wrong and necessary. I can’t just sit here and watch my little girl suffer when I can so easily fulfill her needs. Just relax, darling. Let Mommy take care of you…”

Kitty tried to resist, to push her mother’s maddening foot away, but she couldn’t. Laura was right. After the long, intense week, her sexual frustration had reached a breaking point. She needed release. This felt like a dangerous step. Everything else that had happened this week felt accidental and excusable. This was a true sex act. It would be difficult to come back from cumming on Laura’s foot. But Kitty didn’t have the strength to resist her dominant mother’s insistence.

And she wasn’t sure she even wanted to.

“But I have to admit that it is a little… disappointing,” said Laura with a mild sneer, taking a sip of wine. “To see that my firstborn daughter is such a slave to her carnal desires. Look at you, darling. A blushing, dripping, horny mess. All from a woman’s foot, of all things.” She paused her rubbing to give her daughter’s pussy another couple of firm taps with the top of her foot. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she continued: “And even worse! Your mother’s foot, Kathryn. For shame!”

Laura angled her foot precisely, pressing her toes firmly where she knew Kitty’s clit was beneath her shorts. At this point Kitty had spread her thighs wide, physically begging for her mother’s humiliating touch. “Let’s not drag this shameful display out any further,” said Laura firmly. “I think I know how to speed things up.”

As she began wriggling her precisely placed toes, Laura raised her other foot and planted it firmly against her daughter’s face, filling Kitty’s nose with her mother’s scent.

Laura knew exactly what she was doing. Kitty’s hips began to grind and hump unconsciously against her mother’s toes as her tongue slipped out of her drooling mouth, rubbing madly against Laura’s pantyhose. She moaned deeply, muffled by the disgraceful position of her mother’s foot.

“Cum for me now,” commanded Laura with a smile. “Cum for Mommy.”

Kitty couldn’t help but obey, her back arching and her pussy grinding against her mom’s foot as she moaned desperately into her mother’s sweaty sole.

Finally, Laura dropped her feet, leaving her poor daughter gasping and shaking on her knees at Laura’s feet. She looked down, that same expression of mixed pity and satisfaction on her face.

“I think that we need to have a family meeting. With Becca,” said Laura. She dropped to her knees in front of her daughter, lovingly embracing her and placing Kitty’s head on her shoulder. “We have a lot to talk about. Tomorrow. When your sister is back.”

Kitty buried her face into her mother’s soft, nice-smelling shoulder, trying to forget the depths she had just sunk to, but failing.

“Yes, Mommy,” she murmured.

…

Kitty woke up on Saturday morning already dreading the “family meeting” that her mother had promised. No doubt it would involve awkward accounts of all the close calls and awkward feelings caused by Kitty’s incestuous arousal this week, followed by a sincere but unwelcome offer of help and an assurance that her mother and sister still loved her.

Kitty could see how the meeting would go clearly, and she wished that they could just skip it. She felt bad enough as it was without her family’s concern, and she was already planning to do better in the future.

So Kitty lingered in her room as long as possible. Maybe it was a bit childish to avoid the meeting her mother had called, but she found it difficult to face what she knew would be a humiliating conversation.

Finally, after a few hours of moping in bed, Kitty received the text that she had been dreading, but knew would come eventually.

[Family meeting time, Kitty. We are waiting for you in the living room.]

There was no more putting it off. Time to get his meeting over with; like ripping off a band-aid. Maybe if Kitty just meekly agreed with everything her mother and sister said, she could get this over with quickly.

Kitty had pictured what the meeting would be like so clearly that at first the image that she saw as she entered the living room didn’t register. She had pictured Laura and Becca sitting on the couches in comfortable clothes, Laura looking calm and determined, Becca looking worried and nervous. Maybe they would both be holding notecards or printed sheets of paper: statements about how Kitty had hurt them and how much she meant to them. Like Kitty had seen used at interventions on tv.

But that wasn’t what she saw in the living room at all.

Laura and Becca stood in the center of the room, their eyes confidently fixed on Kitty the instant she entered the room.

Kitty’s first thought, strangely, was how powerful and tall they looked. It made sense: both her mother and her sister were wearing truly massive heels.

As her dumbfounded brain took in the rest of their outfits, it only served to deepen Kitty’s confusion and spark a flame of bewildered arousal in her belly.

Her mom was wearing a tight leather corset and matching thong, cut tight and high above her pussy to show off her wide, feminine hips. Fishnet stockings were attached to the bottom of the corset with garters, complimented by the powerful-looking leather boots that reached up all the way past her knees. The corset itself became more of a harness toward the top, lifting and presenting her impressive breasts without concealing them in the slightest.

Her mother’s thick pink nipples were tight and hard, standing stiff and proud from the surface of her large supple breasts. Her face had been carefully made up in the style she used when going out to the fanciest parties. Her shining hair was flawless as always, flowing loose around her shoulders. She wore long elbow-length gloves of soft black leather, completing the sinful look.

Laura’s eyes gleamed with a wicked, smokey light as she regarded her eldest daughter from across the room. She was a vision of powerful, commanding female sexuality, her femininity emphasized and presented while complimented by the harder-edged look of black leather. Kitty had seen the same kind of style used by dominatrixes in porn before, but never in real life.

Somehow the sexual power radiated by the dominant outfit fit Laura perfectly.

Becca’s outfit wasn’t nearly as revealing but was just as erotic. She was clad from neck to ankle in a clinging, skintight latex body suit. It was a deep, shiny black, and hugged every sweet curve of her sister’s body with graphic detail. Kitty’s keen eyes noted instantly that the catsuit was crotchless, and she thought that she could detect an extra bit of shine on the upper thighs between her sister’s latex-covered legs.

Becca wore her blonde hair in her usual, high, tight ponytail. She watched Kitty’s every move with a sharp, predatory grin. Much like Laura’s, this outfit broadcasted dominant female energy. But this catsuit gave Becca a brattier, more mischievous vibe. Still powerful and sexual, but more subtle than the brutal force implied by Laura’s clothes. Becca looked like a dangerous jungle cat, waiting to pounce on her next meal.

This couldn’t be real. Kitty must be having some sort of wet dream. She moved slowly into the room with a dazed, wide-eyed expression, keeping a wide berth from her strangely-dressed family, but never losing her laser focus on their arousingly displayed bodies. Laura and Becca simply followed her with their eyes, clearly enjoying her shocked reaction.

“Awww, I think she likes our new outfits, Mom,” giggled Becca, whispering theatrically behind a hand.

Laura playfully swatted her younger daughter on the shoulder, the movement making her heavy breasts sway and bounce in a way that Kitty couldn’t look away from. “Be nice, Rebecca!” said Laura reprovingly. “Let your sister adjust a little. I’m sure this is a lot to take in.”

It was a lot to take in, but something inside Kitty responded with eager delight at the sight of her sister and mother in these dominant costumes. They were eerily similar to outfits she had planned to buy for Rose once her girlfriend was more comfortable in her dominant role. And despite herself, part of Kitty rejoiced. She had waited so long to be dominated by a beautiful woman in fetish gear.

And despite the fact that they were her family, Kitty’s instincts told her that the time had finally come.

But what exactly did her mother and sister mean by this gesture? Were they mocking her? Kitty’s eyebrows creased as she began to look past her erotic fantasies and consider what exactly was going on. As if waiting for her expression to change, Laura raised her leather-gloved hand and waved Kitty forward. “Come closer darling,” she said in a warm, but firm voice. “We need to begin the family meeting. We have a lot to discuss.”

Kitty found that she couldn’t disobey. Something about her mother’s tone of confident command simply pressed the correct buttons in Kitty’s mind. She could sooner stop breathing than disobey a direct order from the powerful, gorgeous woman towering in the center of the room. She moved forward on hesitant feet until she was standing below the two powerful women, feeling small, weak, and underdressed in front of their feminine glory.

Suddenly, Becca”s hand shot out, holding Kitty’s chin in a tight grip. Her little sister’s icy blue eyes seemed to stare into Kitty’s soul as she said “You’ve been a bad, bad girl, Sis.” Her eyes flicked over to their mother, who was standing with her arms crossed and hip cocked, watching with faint amusement. “Isn’t that right, mom?”

“You aren’t wrong, dear,” said Laura with a rueful smile. “But let’s give your dear sister a chance to repent before we resort to harsher methods, shall we?” Her eyes grew a fraction harder and colder as they focused on Kitty. “But I do think, considering the topic of our little meeting, that it is appropriate for Kitty to kneel.”

Kitty gulped as she looked back and forth between the two dominatrixes who had somehow taken the place of her sweet, supportive family members. Both of them looked at her with impatient expectation. On shaky, wobbling knees, Kitty slowly sank to the ground, increasing the distance between her and family members even more, in both height and respect.

Kitty had always thought of her mother as a perfect woman, above her in every way. She had always assumed that her mother was just too sweet and polite to rub that superiority in. But now Kitty saw it etched into every line of her mother’s smug, beautiful face: the certain knowledge that her pathetic daughter was utterly inferior to her.

Becca had always wanted to tag along, to be just like her older sister. Becca once worshipped the ground Kitty walked on. As Kitty looked up into her sister’s cold blue eyes, she read a turning of the tables there: now Kitty would worship at Becca’s feet, and crave her sister’s attention more deeply than Becca ever had.

Kitty didn’t fully understand what was going on intellectually, but her body understood the situation instinctively. Her skin flushed hot and her nipples stiffened to hard, throbbing points as her pussy felt the first tentative blossoming of moisture.

“Wh-what’s going on, Mom?” she whispered in a dry, cracked voice, staring up into her mother’s steely gaze.

“Kathryn Joy Wilson,” said her mother with a twist of her lip, “You are attracted to your own mother and sister.”

Becca giggled, hiding her mouth behind a coy hand. “Ewwww! Fucking gross, Kitty!” Laura looked over a Becca again, raising a delicate eyebrow, but didn’t correct her this time.

Although it was crudely phrased, it was clear that Laura shared Becca’s opinion.

Kitty felt the horrible sting of humiliation as her mother brought the terrible secret that they had been tiptoeing around all week out into the open. Although it was surely useless by now, Kitty’s mind rebelled so strongly against the horrible truth that she couldn’t help but pathetically deny it. She furiously shook her head as she said, “No! I was just confused!” her eyes darted desperately between the hard, unimpressed gazes of her mother and sister, begging them to believe her. “I’m not attracted to y-you! I’m just sexually frustrated.”

“Kitty dear,” said Laura with exasperation, flipping her gorgeous hair back from her face, “When I spanked you, your pussy was a sopping mess.”

Becca nodded with glee. “And remember when you felt me up and tried to kiss me, Sis?” she asked with a cruel smile.

“We’ve been planning innocuous family bonding activities all week,” said Laura with a disappointed sigh, “And you have been turning them into sexual farces due to your deep perversions.”

Kitty slumped, defeated at her mother’s feet. Everything Laura was saying was true. Kitty was a nasty pervert. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. Laura and Becca stood above her in silent judgement, letting her wallow in her shame for a few moments.

But that couldn’t be the only point of this meeting, could it? Kitty’s heart began to beat faster as her mind raced. There was no point in getting dressed up in fetish gear just to shame Kitty for her lack of sexual restraint. There had to be more going on. Kitty looked up again. Becca was practically bouncing on her feet with excitement. Laura had an expression of patient expectation. They were waiting for Kitty to take the next step. She licked her lips nervously.

“What happens now?” she asked in a small voice, tinged with curious longing.

“I’m glad you asked, dear,” said Laura, reaching down to fondly cup her daughter’s cheek. “Everything that I said is true, I’m afraid. My eldest daughter is a hopeless pervert, so desperate for sexual domination that she has been eagerly submitting to her own family members whether they wanted that submission or not.” Laura smiled gently at Kitty while laying out her devastating analysis. In the background Becca tittered with cruel amusement, shaking her head and sending her silky ponytail flying.

“You’re a pathetic little submissive, darling,” continued Kitty’s mom in a firm, tight voice. “You clearly can’t be trusted to regulate your perverse desires. You need someone who can put you in your place and keep you from seeking domination from sources even more unhealthy than me and your sister. Your pretty little girlfriend isn’t up to the job.”

Laura straightened to her full height, looking like the beautiful, dangerous queen she was. Her large breasts swelled proudly, her stiff nipples betraying her own arousal at her position of dominance. Even Becca, standing at her mother’s side, paled in comparison. “If you have sexually fixated on me, then so be it,”Laura said with a cool, confident smile. “I’m willing to become your Dom and give you the control and security you crave. Anything for my sweet little girl.”

Kitty’s mind felt frozen. She had the distant thought that she might faint. Her mother, the beautiful, distant, fierce woman who had cast a shadow over Kitty her entire life, was offering Kitty a position as her sexual submissive. The idea was so bizarre and repellant that it was almost impossible to believe that it had come out of her mother’s mouth. It turned Kitty’s stomach to even consider it.

But at the same time, some deeper, more primal instinct within her roared its approval. The repressed arousal that had been slowly ramping up inside her all week flared to life, hotter and wilder than ever before, pulsing through Kitty with dark heat.

Kitty tried to think, tried to fight her way through the clinging lust strangling her. The offer was fucked up. Obscene. But when she really stopped to think about it, was being her mother’s sub any more fucked up than what had been happening earlier in the week? Sneaking around, secretly masturbating multiple times a day, getting hot and bothered and dripping wet from innocent interactions with her family? Weakly hoping that they simply didn’t notice?

At least this way everything would be out in the open.

To give herself another moment to think, Kitty looked over to Becca, who was looking down at her older sister with a sort of smug possessiveness lighting up her eyes. “And B-becca?” asked Kitty, her voice cracking with stress.

“Well, dear,” explained Laura airily, “I’m a grown woman with a career and you need constant strict control. Becca has a much freer schedule than me, she is a blossoming dominant herself, and you’ve amply proven that you are just as attracted to her as you are to me. She has graciously agreed to help me in the task of bringing you to heel.”

“Doesn’t that sound like fun, Sis?” asked Becca with a giddy grin. “I’ve already thought of so many fun games we can play together!”

Kitty’s mouth was dry and sweat was beginning to prickle her forehead. She wasn’t really considering this was she? Her rational brain screamed that the whole situation was wrong, but her hot, wet, pussy insisted that the offer sounded like everything she had ever dreamed of.

‘What about Rose?” she asked flatly. What room was there for her girlfriend in a world where she was sexually controlled by her mother and sister?

Becca rolled her eyes. ‘She’s stalling, Mom,” she huffed in annoyance, giving Kitty a venomous glare.

“She is,” agreed Laura. “But it’s a fair question nonetheless.” As she looked down at Kitty, Laura’s eyes were calm and full of compassion, the sweet indulgent mother that Kitty had known for most of her life peeked through. “Darling, I approve of Rose. She’s good for you. No matter what happens, I want you to know that I am doing all of this out of love for you. I would never do anything to truly hurt you, and that includes chasing away a good woman who loves you. I assume we will need to keep our arrangement a secret from Rose, at least for now.”

Kitty privately disagreed with the implication that Rose would be told eventually, but she kept that to herself.

“It’s time for your decision,” said Laura. She stood looming above her kneeling daughter, regal and commanding despite her bared breasts. “We will help you control your dark urges, darling. But you have to ask.”

“We want to help you, Kitty,” said Becca, her bratty mockery falling away for a moment. Her lithe, lovely body was accentuated by the liquid sheen of her tight latex suit. “You need the help. Ask for it.”

Accept sexual domination from her mother and sister, or continue to live in sexual frustration and gnawing shame. The right choice was to grow and spine and conquer her dark perversions without surrendering to them.

But Kitty was fundamentally unable to resist the commands of beautiful, confident women like her mother and sister.

“P-please,” she whispered shamefully, her eyes on the ground. “I… need your help.”

Laura let out a low, musical laugh. “No, no, sorry dear. I don’t need a submissive who only grudgingly surrenders to my authority.” Laura reached down with one slim finger and forced her daughter’s gaze upward into her deep blue, unyielding eyes. “Why don’t you ask me properly? I need you to be achingly specific, darling. Really make me believe that you understand what our new relationship will entail. And kiss my feet. Just so I know how sincere your humble devotion really is.”

Kitty felt the weight of humiliation sink into her soul as Becca giggled uncontrollably, watching her bow her head low in front of her triumphant mother. But, just like the night before, the shame seemed to blend with her growing arousal, twisting and intensifying them both. She puckered her lips and hesitantly kissed the shiny black leather of her mother’s boot, turning her eyes up to look at the superior woman above her. Her loving mother. Her new dom.

“Mom…” she began humbly.

Laura held up a finger with a cruel smile. “Why don’t we use, ‘Mommy’ from now on dear?” she said in a voice that would almost sound like just a suggestion if Kitty didn’t know better. “It seems more appropriate now don’t you think? Childlike trust and dependence. Implied inferiority. It’s perfect.”

Kitty swallowed her shame, and, blushing hotly, began again. “M-mommy, please dominate me. I’m a dirty pervert who is turned on by my own mother, and I need your guidance and control. Please put your pathetic submissive daughter in her place.”

Kitty kissed the toe of her mother’s shiny new boot again, this time extending her tongue to run it curiously over the slick surface of the leather. “Well said, darling. I accept,” said Laura, looking down at Kitty with smug satisfaction. She stood silently for a moment, admiring the view as her daughter humbly demonstrated her new place in life with her lips and tongue.

Becca cleared her throat. “Isn’t there someone else you need to ask, Sis?” she asked sweetly, a wide grin splitting her face. Kitty rose back to her knees and turned obediently to Becca, bending once again. “And before you begin,” said Becca with a hint of steel in her voice, “If Mom gets a cute new nickname, I want one too. I think ‘Becca’ is a bit too formal. Why don’t we try… ‘Mistress’?”

Kitty flushed a darker shade of red. It had been difficult to swallow her pride and submit to her mother, but this would be ten times harder. Even as Becca had become the golden child, Kitty still carried the subconscious sense of superiority in her heart that older sisters always claimed. To kneel at her feet and call her ‘Mistress’… It was humiliating in a way that made her pussy ache and drool.

“Mistress. I… I need you to dominate me. You are stronger, more beautiful, and smarter than I am. Please teach me my place. Please fulfill and control all of my darkest desires,” said Kitty in a broken whimper, speaking the words from the depths of her heart.

“How can I say no to that cute face?” said Becca teasingly. She raised her foot above Kitty’s face. “Now give your sister a little kiss as well. Just like you did for Mom.”

Kitty gave a quiet moan of humiliated delight as she pressed her lips against the sole of her sister’s tall black stiletto, once again unable to resist worming her tongue between her lips to wriggle it against the sole’s surface, reveling in her own debasement.

When she looked up, she saw that Laura had moved to sit on the edge of the couch. For an instant, she thought that maybe the strange, tense family meeting was over, and they could relax for a moment.

But then she saw the look of smoldering lust in her mother’s blazing blue eyes. And she realized that they hadn’t even reached the main event yet.

Laura hooked her thumbs through the tight leather thong on her wide, rounded hips and slid the tight pair of underwear down her thick thighs, revealing her pussy in all its glory.

It was beautiful and perfect, just like the rest of Laura: soft, juicy, and slightly puffed up with her dominant desire. Kitty was mesmerized by the sight of it, turning away from her sister’s raised foot immediately, much to Becca’s annoyance.

“So far,” purred Laura with a crooked smile, rolling her hips forward in a smooth liquid motion so that she was perched on the very edge of the couch, presenting her perfect pussy directly at her daughter’s eye level. “We’ve been talking an awful lot about you, darling.” She beckoned to Kitty with one gloved finger. Kitty was already mentally locked into her new submissive role, so did not need to be told not to rise… she crawled to her mother, her eyes focused on the hot wet pussy that she had been subconsciously craving all week.

“But a submissive has to learn to put their dominant first,” explained her mother with a gloating smile, reaching down gently to run her fingers through Kitty’s blonde and green hair. “To prioritize her pleasure above your own.”

Laura’s fingers grew tighter, seizing Kitty by the back of the head. “I believe that you meant what you said when you asked to be my submissive, darling,” she said in a throaty whisper. “But actions speak louder than words, don’t they?”

Laura drew Kitty’s unresisting head forward with an iron hand. Kitty’s soft lips parted as her face was drawn between her mother’s spread thighs. The dripping pussy inches away from her filled her world with its beauty and feminine scent. A thin line of drool slipped from between Kitty’s plump lips as she looked up into her mother’s loving eyes just a second before impact.

“Show your Mommy how much you love her.”

Kitty closed her eyes as her lips made contact with her Mother’s hot, slick cunt. The eager juices of Laura’s arousal filled her mouth as her tongue slid inside, writhing and sliding wildly, demonstrating Kitty’s submissive desperation to please her new Dom.

Laura made a low, rumbling sound of sexual satisfaction deep in her throat as she dominantly pulled her daughter even closer, subtly shifting her hips to grind her pussy into the mouth of her sweet little submissive, marking her territory by smearing her sticky juices all over her daughter’s face.

“That’s it, dear,” she said in a kind, motherly voice. “You’re doing great. Mmmmm… remind me to thank your girlfriend, darling. It seems like she’s trained your tongue well at least.”

Becca stood behind Kitty’s humbly kneeling form, with a pout on her face. “No fair, Mom,” she whined. “Why do you get all the fun?

Laura laughed and shook her head as she continued to hold Kitty’s mouth against her relentlessly grinding hips. “Always the spoiled baby of the family Becca,” she teased. “Why don’t you let off some steam by… exercising your new control?”

Becca gasped and clapped her hands. “That’s right! I haven’t even told her the best part!” She eagerly got to her knees with a squeak of latex, taking position behind Kitty and swiftly tugging down her sister’s pajama shorts and panties, leaving her pussy exposed. Kitty squirmed in discomfort as the cool air of the living room hit her pussy, which was pulsing and dripping with her submissive desire. But she couldn’t resist even if she wanted to, not when she was being held tongue-deep in her Mommy’s pussy.

Kitty had no choice but to give in, sliding her tongue deeper into her mother’s hot, slippery pussy as her sister laid a possessive hand on her naked, trembling ass.

“Can you hear me Sis?” asked Becca in a sickly sweet voice, patting Kitty’s ass firmly to emphasize her question. Kitty had no chance of responding verbally, not when her mom continued to dominantly ride her face, so she settled for an affirmative grunt and a nod, both of which made Laura groan and smile with pleasure.

“Good. You see, Mom and I are both super concerned about your dirty little masturbation habit,” said Becca with a nasty giggle. At this point, eating out her own mother on the living room couch, Kitty felt like she should probably be immune from shame.

But she wasn’t. She still felt the hot swooping sensation of humiliation in her stomach, twisting and tangling with the haze of arousal already clouding her mind. She groaned with shame, once again sending vibrations through Laura’s pussy.

“It doesn’t take a genius to realize why you needed so many little bathroom breaks, Kitty,” said Becca as if explaining something to a five-year-old. “Especially when you came back blushing and smiling every time. But it’s too much, babe. You’re going to wear that little clitty out!”

Becca’s hand dipped between Kitty’s thighs, gently parting her lips to rub gently at the burning center of Kitty’s arousal. Kitty could feel powerful, warm floods of erotic sensation welling up from between her legs at her sister’s skillful touch. She spread her legs a little wider, her attention now divided between her lips and tongue busily sucking and licking her mother’s pussy, and the tender touch of Becca’s fingers between her legs.

“So Mom and I came up with a plan!” said Becca brightly, increasing the speed and intensity of her tight, circular motions. “Do you want to tell her or should I, Mom?”

“I’ve decided to put your little sister in charge of your orgasms, darling,” said Laura in a voice that had become rough from sexual pleasure. “Just to help you learn to control your perversions.”

What?!? Kitty’s eyes flew open and she stared up at her mother in disbelief. What did that even mean? Becca was in charge of her orgasms? Laura only chuckled at the look of shock on her daughter’s face. “What, did you think that submission would mean endless sexual pleasure?” asked Laura mockingly, increasing the force of her swirling hips while crushing Kitty’s face against her dripping pussy. “I tried to tell you dear. Being a sub is about what we want, not what you want.”

“That’s riiiiight, Sis,” said Becca with sadistic satisfaction, her fingers moving harder and faster, sending crackling arcs of sexual energy firing through Kitty’s nerves. “Did you think that the title ‘Mistress’ was just for show? I fucking own you now. You don’t cum unless I say. And trust me when I say you’ll have to earn every single one. But don’t worry babe. This one is on the house.”

The reality of her new situation was finally becoming clear to Kitty. She really was owned by these two dominant women. She was now a plaything to them. Her own family. The entire obscene situation should have terrified and disgusted Kitty, but instead, hungry anticipation was building inside of her.

The deep craving for utter submission in her soul was finally being filled.

Kitty felt her orgasm coming slowly, but with the force of a runaway train. She redoubled her efforts at pleasing her now dom, licking and kissing and rubbing herself with humble devotion all over her mother’s perfect pussy. She held back her own orgasm desperately, already internalizing her Mother’s first lesson as her owner: this was about Laura’s pleasure, not hers.

She wanted to make her Mommy cum first, no matter what.

It was a close thing. Becca’s swirling, rubbing fingers were merciless, and Kitty was already deeply turned on by the events of the day. Her thighs trembled and moans built louder and louder in her throat as she approached climax.

But luckily Laura was close as well, and she took pity on her poor daughter, who, after all, was really trying her best at her first assignment as Laura’s submissive. She reached up and twisted a nipple with her free hand, sending her over the edge into moaning orgasm just instants before Kitty joined her, clenching her slim thighs around her sister’s fingers and sending delightful vibrating moans into Laura pussy again and again.

Mother and Daughter, Dom and Sub orgasmed together in perfect harmony.

And although they both had very different perspectives on their new relationship, mother and daughter had oddly similar thoughts about the future:

They both couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.