Like Mother, Like Daughter Ch. 02

I suffered a rather disturbed night’s sleep, processing and replaying what had occurred with my wife and her mother; I still struggled to believe it’d actually happened! Beth meanwhile quietly snored without a care in the world and my suspicion was that Sarah would be doing likewise in the room next door; I further suspected that the following morning and their return to sobriety might prove a very different story?

I’d given up on sleep before five o’clock and felt that I might benefit from an extra-long morning run, besides, the car needed collecting from Clare’s, where Beth and Sarah had left it last night. Those morning runs are often when I do my most productive thinking, but I had no joy this morning; I still hadn’t got beyond thinking ‘Oh shit this is going to be messy’ when I arrived home at seven-thirty.

I could have made it home thirty minutes earlier, but to now be ‘running late’ provided me with an excuse to shower, change and head straight out to work without breakfast and its associated conversation. I needn’t have worried, when I did put my head through the kitchen door with excuse prepared, one look from Beth and a jerk of her head said it all: ‘Get a shower and fuck off to work; don’t come back in here.”

I contemplated the girls’ expressions as I took that shower; Beth’s suggested embarrassment tinged with regret, while Sarah’s seemed far more complex: It would have been easy to categorise it as mortified, even devastated, but in the moment when Beth’s attention had turned in my direction, there’d been something more… hidden, beneath the surface, nothing I could put my finger on, but enough to now give me a hard on; WTF?

Intrigued as I was, I didn’t dare look back into the kitchen to confirm that suspicion, shouting “see you tonight!” from the hallway as I went straight out of the front door and down to the metro station. My mind now speculating as to how, or even if their day around the shops would pan out and would Sarah even still be there still when I returned this evening?

Those thoughts held my attention for much of the day – it wasn’t a day that could be described as ‘productive — and I was no closer to resolution when I arrived home. I’d sent Beth a few carefully phrased WhatsApp message through the day, but they’d not garnered any information; hell, they’d not garnered any reply whatsoever!

I can’t deny being… nervous as I opened our front door, but that trepidation stemmed from excitement rather than fear. Sure I’d fucked my Mother in Law last night, but Sarah hadn’t complained and more pertinently, it had been Beth, her own daughter, rather than me who’d instigated, Sarah’s violation. That said, the historic precedents of using the ‘I was just following orders’ defence aren’t good.

What the hell, I couldn’t put it off forever and whilst far from blameless, I did feel my culpability was no more than Beth’s, while her anticipated excuse of ‘I was too drunk to know what I was doing’ was no better than my own. Besides, the most likely scenario was that Sarah would be too embarrassed by events to discuss them and would already be on a train home, having left instruction that the incident should never be mentioned again.

Which goes to show just how badly I’d misread those expressions across the kitchen table. The door chimes announced my return, but while lights were on in the hallway, the rest of the ground floor was in darkness and indeed silence; this was not promising. It was a good twenty seconds before a voice rung out from upstairs “Paul, is that you? About bloody time… get yourself up here.” The voice was Sarah’s and she didn’t sound in the least embarrassed.

I was slow in starting my ascent, trying and once more failing miserably, to reassess the situation based on that unanticipated tone in Sarah’s voice. That prevarication drew another and more forceful demand “Now! I’ve got a job for you and we don’t have all night!” This time I certainly responded, scurrying up the stairs and discovering its source in my own bedroom.

I walked through the door to discover my wife tied face down and naked on our bed, her buttocks glowing red from an obvious spanking! While it may be hard to imagine, I spared Beth little more than a passing glance; it was the sight of her mother which caught and held my attention: “Like it Paul? The outfit’s not mine, this is that weekend surprise which Beth wouldn’t show you last night last.”

As I stared at Sarah with a drying mouth and a fast hardening cock, I found myself disloyally thinking that Sarah perhaps better suited the outfit better than her daughter might? The stockings, heels and skimpy panties would’ve suited them both equally, so too the lone-ranger styled half-mask — that really was sexy! – but the black-trimmed scarlet basque was undoubtedly better filled by Sarah’s fuller curves than Beth’s slimmer figure would have achieved.

Sarah revelled in my attention; she even treated me to a slow pirouette to ensure that I got the full effect before speaking further: “I’ve been teaching Beth to show a little more respect her mother, while giving her a sex education lesson; Beth’s not quite so worldly wise in such matters as she thought she was. However, there’s a limit to what can be achieved with just a few pieces of plastic and what your kitchen had to offer, but now that you’ve finally arrived…”

I was astonished, where had my staid and conservative Mother in Law disappeared to? Still beyond speech, my eyes returned to Beth’s prostrate and naked form secured to the bed; the sight of a humungous black dildo — presumably the one which Sarah had purchased the evening before? — laid beside her caught and held my attention. Surely not?

Sarah’s gaze had followed mine: “No Beth’s not ready for that one yet, but it proved useful for tanning her disobedient little backside. We’ll perhaps introduce her to it later, once she’s been… primed a little more; though I doubt that we’ll get inside her tight little bum even then.”

That helped me find my voice: “Not a chance, Beth doesn’t do anal.”

“I’ve had Beth tell me that about all manner of things this afternoon, but she’s discovered that those aren’t her decisions to make; Beth had her turn last night… She’s not the one calling the shots today. Now, get your clothes off Paul; dinner can wait… Beth’s hungry is for something far more… carnal.”

I might’ve been surprised, even disorientated by this unexpected reversal in meliority, but it hadn’t compromised my erection, I was rock hard and lost a couple of buttons in my eagerness to comply. Any reservations — there ought to have been some, but I don’t recall any! — I might’ve had being subsumed by the thought that I was once again ‘just following orders’.

By the time I was naked Sarah had eased the bindings on Beth’s ankles — surprisingly easily, I surmised that such bondage perhaps wasn’t new to Sarah? — climbed onto the bed beside her daughter and pulled a silently compliant Beth onto her hands and knees. Beth’s ongoing silence had by then become one more point of confusion and was another which Sarah explained as I followed her onto the bed:

“Beth’s mouth doesn’t need to open until there’s a cock for her to suck…” Grasping mine gently Sarah added “… and this one looks like it’ll fit the bill nicely.” I fell as silent as my wife while Sarah guided my cock toward her daughter’s mouth, save for my grunt of pleasure in the moment Beth mutely parted her lips to accept my erection.

I’ve never had any complaints with regard to Beth’s fellatio prowess, but this afternoon she surpassed herself, not just her lips and tongue, but Beth’s cheeks pulsed around my shaft while her teeth scratched along its length. Those sensations were both something new and Beth seemingly took my cock far deeper into her throat than she’d ever previously allowed.

Beth’s silence had also now been broken, albeit that my intruding cock prevented more that moans, groans and the occasional garbled words. Beth’s hips and lower body were also on the move and I’d been slow to realise that this and perhaps those sounds of pleasure too were in response to her mother’s fingers; Sarah’s left hand was buried between Beth’s thighs.

By way of defence I should note that Sarah’s right hand had distracted my attention from her left. That one had never strayed far from my groin, cupping and stroking my balls, while her fingernails teased at my scrotum, inner thighs and any portion of my cock that wasn’t inside her daughter’s mouth; between the two of them Beth and Sarah had soon got me as hard as a steel bar.

Thoughts of climaxing inside Beth’s mouth had begun to enter my mind; this was something else Beth wasn’t usually enamoured by, but given that this evening’s submissive demeanour was also far from usual, then… perhaps? This contemplation was rudely interrupted when Beth’s mouth broke free from my cock and she dropped to the bed, her accompanying yelp carrying a similar note of chagrin as my own groan of disappointment.

I realised this curtailment had been Sarah’s doing. One sharp jerk and a twist of Beth’s ankle restraints saw her once again secured firmly to the bed frame; my Mother in Law was clearly something of a bondage expert. “Beth’s always been a selfish child, she’s overdue a lesson in sharing…” Sarah punctuated her opinion by delivering a sharp slap to her daughter’s buttocks; a blow which drew another frustrated wail from Beth.

“Oh, don’t take on so, you’ll get to taste Paul’s cum before we’ve finished… but not just yet; it’s Mummy’s turn now.” Sarah was knelt upright and facing me on the bed, she slid a hand between her thighs and lewdly drew the fingers back and forth through the lush auburn curls; where and indeed when had her panties disappeared? The basque, stockings and even her heels were still in place, but Sarah was now sans-pants.

I dragged my eyes back to Sarah’s face and her lascivious smile suggested that she was pleased by my response to the pose that she’d struck; when she spoke it was in a tone that was equally salacious: “This is where Mummy wants your cock; hard and fast, just like you ploughed Beth last night.” A moment later Sarah and was supine on the mattress, legs spread wide, knees raised and that lascivious smile still evident on her face.