“You’ll get a thrill from this. Better than anything you get from knowing strangers are watching you finger yourself on social media.” He added.
He went to her, caressing her tits from behind as he waited for my decision. Both sets of eyes on me expectantly. I watch my Moms flesh moving in his hand, springing back into place with the tiniest of bounce. So arousing to see.
“Actually. There’s a second rule.
You call me Master from this point on.”
His hand brushed over moms pussy. I saw it in the highlighted slow motion that people say they experience a car crash. Her small labia just deflecting around his fingers as if made from strips of rubber. The touch was accompanied by the snatched tightening of her stomach muscles and a tremble that raced down her thighs.
I was fixated. Unable to look away as he caressed my mom. I could see the pleasure on her face. I knew the sensations she was feeling on her skin. I knew how delightful that was. I’d never let my control go so much that I could enjoy it how she was. But I so wanted to.
I saw the expectation in both their eyes when I realized I hadn’t moved. In reality, I’d made the decision they were waiting for back at Mom’s house. At the dining table. Perhaps even earlier. Now I understood what it was.
“Yes, Master.” I said.
I took my clothes off and put them neatly to one side wondering if I’d ever wear them again. Master handed me a pair of heels. Medium height. Red slip-on ones in soft leather. They were fairly comfortable as I stood upright and took a few steps to test them. Like most girls my age I wasn’t that used to wearing them. I was a trainers and flat shoe girl. The last time I’d worn heels was my high school prom.
So that was it. I was as naked as my mom. Both of us displayed every secret crevice and bump to this man for his study and approval. I wasn’t surprised at the next thing he said. I’d known it was coming.
“You two will look great together.”
I knew he would instruct us to pleasure each other. Mother and daughter together. Perverse. And yet deep down, I wanted him to. I wanted him to be the Master and take away the decision of whether it was right or wrong.
“Yes, Master.” I said.
“This is the final test of your acceptance. Of embracing your new life before we talk about the contract.”
I glanced at Mom. Looking for some sign in her face that she might be about to dissent. That she’d come to her senses and rescue me from the madness of my mind. There was nothing. Just that overwhelming look of joy she had.
“Come to the bedroom.” Master instructed.
We both knew what was coming. The final taboo would have to be faced and crossed. I followed behind them trying not to look at my mom’s flesh. Trying to put aside that she was my mom and that in a few moments, I would be expected to… Oh fuck. What was I doing?
“I have a little something for you to play with. Something to help you get used to one another.
I’ll watch for a while. Then you can have your reward.”
Stuart handed Mom his toy. A realistic double-ended dildo perhaps twelve inches in length. It had a veiny texture and a head at each end. It was clear what was intended.
“Come and lay on the bed with me Julia.” Mom said climbing onto it.
I followed, sitting with my legs pulled up to my chest and my feet crossed defensively. Mom knelt before me and put her hands on my knees.
“Don’t be shy.”
I didn’t fight it as she gently prized my legs apart. I put my feet to either side of her and fought to control my ragged breath as she fondled my left tit like a curiosity.
“So like mine.” She said.
I looked at hers. Slightly larger, but the same pendulous shape and with the same ruby-colored nipples. Now I was curious. Not because they were my mom’s tits. But because I wanted to know what it felt like to touch another woman. Not the playful grab I did with Helen, but sensuously. My desire guided my fingers.
“Uh. Mmm.” She flinched gently.
I gasped as I felt her softness and warmth. No different from caressing my own and yet new to me at the same time.
“I don’t know what I’m doing.” I said nervously.
“Whatever feels natural.”
She rubbed her pussy between those fine, milky white thighs open around me. I saw her delicate pink flesh and her juices leaking as she guided the dildo into herself.
“Ahhh.”
I moved closer until the other latex crown pushed at my entrance. Mom’s hands lay at my waist, gently guiding me onto it. The toy slipped into me, pressing through muscles that parted easily on my wetness.
“Oh fuck.”
I wriggled with excitement and waves of joy raced up my spine. Mom responded to the movement and it became a self-fulfilling fuck of our respective holes with each of us pushing deeper onto the dildo.
“Oh god.”
Our groins touched and the sensations multiplied as wet flesh began to rub together.
“Uhhh.”
Mom’s hands moved to my thighs, gently stroking them to throw virtual gasoline onto my fire.
“Oh. That’s so nice.” She said huskily.
“So rhythmic. Keep that up.”
I couldn’t do otherwise. I was on the road and focused only on the destination.
To our side, Master was watching intently but I didn’t see him. Nor did I register the warm body I now openly caressed as my mothers. All that mattered to me was my pleasure. That steady build to orgasm. The need to cum.
“Uh. Uh. Uh.”
The physics of a bendy dildo between us wasn’t perfect. Without an anchor, it moved unexpectedly, but as our bodies moved in unison, Mom took the lead. Gripping and pushing the thing in and out of me. Each of us groaned as we became ever more animated. Sweat dripped from my brow. And moms sweet scent drifted into my nostrils.
“Oh, my god.”
My head went back and I forced my legs wider, wanting Mom’s pussy pressed tighter to mine. To feel my clit being rubbed in the warm lubrication easing our friction. I fell back onto the bed and pressed myself as hard as I could onto the toy, and my mom’s pussy.
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