“Oh, honey! So beautiful…” gushed Laura with motherly pride. “But you know… they aren’t quite as beautiful as mine. What do you think darling… between the two of us, who do you think has the better breasts?”
Laura withdrew her finger with a wet pop, allowing Kitty to answer. “Y-your breasts are b-better Mommy,” she said in a shame-choked voice, a blush spreading down her face and onto her chest.
“Such a quick answer,” purred Laura. “You barely had to think about it! Almost as if you’ve considered this question before… Tell me dear, have you been comparing your tits to mine?”
Kitty writhed against her bonds in the depths of her humiliation, but she dared not ignore her dominant’s question. “Y-yes Mommy. I… I’ve been thinking about your tits a lot,” she whimpered.
“And you’ve decided that my breasts are better than yours…” said Laura speculatively. She silently stripped off her shirt and unclasped her bra, preparing for what would come next. “Well, do you know what to do when you realize another woman is this superior to you, Kathryn?”
“I… I should obey her?” asked Kitty hopefully.
“No my dear,” said Laura, sitting down next to her daughter’s head and leaning carefully over her face. “You should worship her.”
Kitty only realized what was happening when her mother’s stiff nipple brushed against her lips. But she agreed with her Mommy, body, mind, and soul. Superior women deserved to be worshipped. Kitty’s lips latched fervently onto the beautiful, stiff nipple, her tongue licking and slurping and sucking even more desperately than it had Laura’s finger.
Laura held back the moan of pleasure that her daughter’s enthusiastic service threatened to cause. This felt right. Reconnected with her daughter at last. In a twisted relationship, it was true, but Laura could feel the love and trust flowing between them, bright and strong. If it had taken kinky sex to reestablish that bond between mother and child, then that was a sacrifice Laura was willing to make.
This method of reconnection had perks of its own, after all.
Laura carefully selected a feather from the bedside table and began carefully scraping it across the surface of her daughter’s nipples, causing her to squeak and moan adorably through her mouthful of nipple.
“I hope you’re ready, dear,” said Laura as her daughter worshipped her tits with humble adoration. “Because this will be a long night.”
…
“Pleeeease Mommy,” moaned Kitty desperately, her body tense and rigid against her bonds, shining with sweat. “Please. I need it. Let me cum!”
Laura just chuckled darkly, her face just inches from her daughter’s drooling pussy. She reached forward with tender precision, parted her daughter’s lower lips, and blew a cool whistle of breath directly onto Kitty’s throbbing clit.
Kitty howled with sexual desperation, her hips humping in desperate liquid motions against the air, begging wordlessly for merciful stimulation.
It had been hours. Hours of teasing touches, words whispered hot and moist into Kitty’s eager ears, and forced service for Laura’s pathetic little sub. Laura herself had cum several times. Once from nipple stimulation alone: Kitty really did have a talent with her sweet little mouth.
But Kitty had been denied release again and again. Brought exactly to the edge by her mother’s skilled fingers and tongue, then denied her climax.
But the game was drawing to a close. Kitty was exhausted, and, after all, Laura only wanted to drive her daughter nearly crazy; Not all the way crazy. It was time to give her sub what she had been craving.
“I suppose I could give you…” Laura began to breathe heavily, aiming her warm, puffing breaths directly at Kitty’s sensitive clit.
“One.” Puff.
“Little.” Puff.
“Kiss.” Puff.
“Is that what you want, darling?” asked Laura sweetly, grinning at Kitty’s panting moans. ‘A goodnight kiss from your mommy?”
“Yes, Mommy!” panted Kitty. “Please. Please kiss me! I love you Mommy!”
Laura grinned in triumph. This moment made her whole twisted plan worth it. This innocent dependence, love, and trust. “I love you too, Kitty,” she said warmly, and leaned forward to give her daughter her hard-earned reward.
Kitty was already on the razor’s edge, and she was cumming practically as soon as her Mommy’s lips made contact. As Laura carefully swirled her tongue over Kitty’s swollen clit, lavishing it with motherly love, her daughter practically screamed with ecstatic release, her back arching wildly and her limbs tensing her bonds to the breaking point.
Laura stayed right there, her tongue working precisely and lovingly at the molten center of Kitty’s sexuality, allowing her moaning daughter to chain together multiple deep, satisfying submissive orgasms. Finally, as her daughter’s humping hips slowed and stopped, she rose from between Kitty’s legs, walking back to her daughter’s face. She gently removed Kitty’s blindfold and kissed her forehead, leaving a shiny lip-print behind.
“Sweet dreams, darling,” said Laura, carefully removing the bindings from her daughter’s wrists and ankles. “Sleep now. You’ll need your strength for tomorrow.”
Kitty, exhausted by the long hours of sexual torment, was already asleep, covered in the sticky mingled juices of her and her mother. So she didn’t hear what her mother said next.
“…Because I don’t think Becca will be happy that you orgasmed so many times today without her permission.”
…
Kitty’s eyes fluttered open as she heard the door to her room click shut. She was mildly surprised in her half-awake state to find that she was lying in her own bed. Mommy must have carried her here after… after…
Just the memory of the exhausting sexual ordeal she had gone through today made Kitty softly moan, slipping a hand between her thighs to touch the burning wet heat still throbbing there. It was almost like her mother had reached into her head and pulled out her deepest darkest fantasies.
It was hard to believe that she would ever find anyone who could fuck her like that again.
Kitty groggy brain slowly registered that there was someone in her room, standing above her bed, and she gasped, a cold shock of adrenaline pulsing through her veins as she shot up in bed, holding her sheets up around her chest in an absurd attempt at protection.
But it was just Becca. Although her face was still in shadow, Kitty recognized her body shape. “I had a weird dream,” whispered Becca, crawling up onto Kitty’s bed, “Can I sleep with you?”
Kitty, awash with relief that the mysterious figure was just her sister, and still a little confused from being recently awoken, didn’t question the request, although it had been years since Becca (who had been nightmare-prone as a child) had asked to sleep with her. She simply raised the edge of her sheet and let Becca crawl into bed next to her.
It wasn’t until her sister’s hot, toned flesh was pressed up against her back in a spooning position that Kitty fully realized that Becca was stark naked. Another wash of adrenaline flooded her system, but this time, it was warm and sweet, filling her belly with fluttering butterflies.
Kitty didn’t resist as her naked sister snuggled close, tossing something in her hand onto the bedside table with a clatter. Kitty didn’t have time to wonder what it was, because Becca was wrapping her arms possessively around her older sister’s waist and pulling Kitty close to whisper in her ear.
“Don’t you want to know what I dreamed about, sis?”
Kitty snuggled back into her sister’s warm naked body. She was still riding the high of her sexual fulfillment earlier in the evening, and she instantly warmed to the idea of further sexual domination. Because of her mother and sister’s teasing earlier in the day, she still hadn’t had a one-on-one encounter with Becca in their new relationship, and she was curious to get to know her sister as a dom.
“Uh-huh,” said Kitty shyly, “Tell me, Mistress.”
“I had a dream that my cool older sister turned out to be a pathetic subby slut,” whispered Becca, hot and close in her ear. Her hands dove under Kitty’s pajamas, tracing the curve of her hips, running ticklishly over her vulnerable belly, and ghosting over Kitty’s heaving breasts, never stopping long enough to provide deep, satisfying touch.
“That’s a…” whimpered Kitty, surrendering to her dom’s teasing hands, “That’s a w-weird dream.”
“Mmmm,” agreed Becca softly, nipping lightly with sharp teeth at her submissive’s ear. “But the best part was that she was MY subby slut.” Her roaming hands began to concentrate on Kitty’s lower half, slowly rubbing up and down Kitty’s thighs beneath her sleep pants, coming closer and closer to her needy, throbbing pussy each time.
“Yes, Mistress!” breathed Kitty in a rapturous voice, “I’m yours! All yours!”
“But there was one bad part of my dream,” said Becca in a calm whisper, right up against her older sister’s eagerly listening ear.
Kitty frowned. “What was that, mistress?”
“That my stupid fucking sub came without her Mistress’s permission.”
Kitty’s eyes flew open. Oh shit.
Becca’s hand flew out of Kitty’s pants, and out of nowhere, Becca rolled on top of her older sister, pinning Kitty to the bed with her firm, naked thighs. She effortlessly trapped Kitty’s wrists with her hands, pinning them above her head. “House. Light’s on.” said Becca commandingly, illuminating the room so she could get a better look at her prey. Kitty’s heart fluttered wildly with panic as she stared up into her sister’s face.
Becca didn’t even look mad. Kitty realized with a thrill of fearful arousal that it was more like Becca relished the opportunity to punish her new sub.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Sis,” said Becca with a gloating grin. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
Kitty didn’t struggle against her dom’s firm control. In fact, she felt herself growing hot and wet from the erotic feeling of helplessness caused by her sister’s total mastery of her body. “I… I’m sorry mistress. I was confused and…” Kitty’s face reddened with shame. Despite her enthusiasm for this new sisterly game, she still very much felt the stinging humiliation of submitting sexually to her younger sister. “I was weak,” she concluded in a miserable whisper.
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