Kitty felt a curious blend of relief and embarrassment. So no one at the party knew about their incestuous relationship… they all just thought that Kitty was a shameless slut. “Those men,” she said with aroused disgust, “They all think they have a chance with me… your little slut of a daughter.”
“You’re right,” said Laura with a twinkle in her eye, sinking to her haunches on the bathroom floor, pulling Kitty’s hips forward and angling them up to give herself better access. “They’re all hoping to become your full-time sugar daddy. Maybe even trick you into a marriage and bind themselves tighter to me.”
“And you’re ok with that?” asked Kitty, mournfully staring into her mother’s deep blue eyes. “You don’t mind that they’re staring at your little girl’s body and dreaming of stealing her away?”
Laura just laughed again, not cruelly, but with a warm fondness for her daughter who clearly didn’t understand. “But that’s the best part darling! I get to show off my cute little trophy, secure in the knowledge that no one could ever steal her away. You’re mine, Kathryn, and you will be forever. That’s why your Mommy gets all hot and bothered to see those poor desperate men all worked up over you. They are chasing after a prize that she has already claimed.”
The look of deep, passionate love and ownership in her mother’s eyes was comforting, and frightening, and intoxicating. Kitty almost swooned as her mother delicately brushed her auburn curls back from her face, dipping down between her daughter’s thighs. ”
“Now, no more fussing dear… Mommy needs to clean you up.”
Kitty couldn’t hold back her moans of approval when her mother’s mouth clasped greedily over her pussy, slurping and licking her excess juices. Without even intending to, her hands slipped up beneath her dress, twisting and teasing her aching nipples as she rapidly approached an orgasm that had been building all evening.
And then suddenly Laura withdrew, wiping her lips with the back of her hand as she smirked up at her frustrated daughter. “Ah, ah, ah, darling,” she said, wagging a finger, “Your sister was very clear with you, I thought.” Laura reached up and plucked the still-buzzing vibrator off the tank of the toilet seat. “You aren’t allowed to cum tonight unless she says so.”
Kitty whined in sexual frustration as her mother firmly inserted the tortuous toy deep into her pussy. “But Mommmmy, I’m allowed to cum if you let me, can’t you just…”
But Laura shook her head with a wide grin as she returned to her feet. “Not this time sweetie. Tonight I am leaving orgasm control entirely to your sister. You’ll have to ask her, I’m afraid.”
Then she turned away, leaving her daughter to mop up her excess juices while she carefully reapplied her lipstick.
Suddenly, Kitty was eager to return to the party.
She needed to convince Becca to let her cum.
…
But Becca was having far too much fun teasing and tormenting Kitty to allow her sister any relief. When Kitty tried to ask Becca for sexual relief, first with simple requests, then with whimpered begging, her younger sister just giggled and refused to discuss it, cycling the hidden vibrator up and down in intensity as Kitty’s gnawing sexual desperation grew and grew.
By the time the dinner portion of the party wrapped up, Kitty was a blushing, dripping mess. The battle to prevent her juices from slipping out had long since been lost, and as they stood to leave she heard chuckles and whispers from the fascinated party guests: just one more piece of proof that their boss’s daughter had become a hopeless slut.
Laura had rented a private car to carry them to the theater, and when they were all safely inside, Becca pounced, pulling Kitty to her in a dominant kiss while she flipped her older sister’s skimpy dress up to access her soaking pussy.
“Can you believe this horny bitch, Mom?” asked Becca tauntingly as she pulled away from the kiss, rubbing her hand teasingly over the surface of Kitty’s aching pussy. “She wanted me to get her off right there at the table in front of everybody! I think this is honestly the hottest I’ve ever seen my dear older sis. And after this week, that’s saying something.”
Becca’s cruel, curious eyes bored into Kitty as she tried to look away. “The only question is… why? Well, Sis, got any ideas? Why were you practically melting into a horny little puddle tonight?”
“The… The vibrator!” gasped Kitty as her hips desperately humped upward into her sister’s hand. “You’ve been t-teasing me all night!”
Becca shook her head and tsked. “No, sorry, pet. I don’t buy it. I’ve used this little toy before and never got results like this. It’s got to be more than that.” Her fingers dipped briefly for just a moment, giving Kitty a fleeting taste of deep, satisfying contact. “C’mon, Kitty,” whispered Becce in her ear, adding a feisty little nip to her earlobe, “Honest girls get rewarded.”
Kitty whined as Becca’s hand withdrew again, denying her the sweet release she craved. She had no choice. As humiliating as it was to admit, she had to obey her mistress and tell the truth.
“This dress,” she said in a small, defeated voice, “And everyone watching me… they turned me on.”
“Oooooooh,” cooed Becca with a wicked grin. “Exhibitionism! I love it, Kitty! It’s perverted as hell of course, but when you’ve got as many fucked up kinks as you do, what’s one more on the pile I guess. I really had no idea! I thought this night was just going to be about me and Mom having fun.”
Becca turned to Laura, who was watching her daughters’ playtime with motherly fondness.
“Hey, Mom. Does the driver know that we’re related?” asked Becca with a naughty giggle.
Laura raised an eyebrow, but her voice was amused when she responded: “No, dear, not as far as I know. The drivers aren’t paid to ask such questions.”
“Why don’t you roll down the window, Mom?” asked Becca with wicked delight, “I think our hard-working driver deserves a show.” Laura chuckled and shook her head with mild exasperation, but to her aroused horror, Kitty watched as her mother reached over to roll down the service window separating passengers from the driver.
In just moments, Kitty was going to be in full view of the criver. While her dress was hiked up around her waist and her bare pussy was still being teased by her sister’s hand. In a blind panic, Kitty instinctually tried to cover herself, tugging down her dress, but Becca would have none of it. She grabbed Kitty’s wrist in an iron grip and whispered in her sister’s ear: “Relax, pet. Do as your mistress orders. We just finished dis cussing this, pet. This is what turns you on, right? Let’s explore that.”
And then it was too late to resist even if Kitty wanted to. It took only moments for the tinted service window to whir down, and then the middle-aged driver was peering into the back through the mirror, managing to get out “Yes ma’am? How may I…?” before the words died on his lips and his eyes went wide.
Kitty could imagine how it looked in his eyes. A beautiful, pale young woman slouched back on the leather seat, her raw, dripping pussy thrust upward into the hand of a gorgeous, tanned woman at her side.
“There’s nothing in particular we need, driver,” said Laura with breezy confidence, “We just felt like being… sociable.”
The driver visibly gulped. “Y-yes ma’am,” he said in a strangled voice.
Kitty’s mind was blank with shock. What she had told her sister was true: it had turned her on to be watched by the old men who worked for her mother. But being checked out in a slutty dress and having someone openly stare at her bare pussy were too different things. Kitty felt poised on the razor’s edge. Was this horrifyingly arousing? Or just horrifying? In the moment of her humiliating exposure, she just didn’t know.
And then Becca’s hand began moving, and Kitty tipped decisively over the knife’s edge into the sweet oblivion of deep, shameful arousal. The decision was made for her by her sister’s skillful fingers on her pussy.
If Kitty hadn’t been into this before, she was now.
Kitty couldn’t hold back her moans as her mistress’s fingers plunged deep and fast, working her clit with the expert precision that comes from intimate familiarity: Becca had had a lot of practice on her sister this past week. Kitty’s hips strained upward, unconsciously shifting to give her new audience a better view as she finally received the stimulation she had been craving.
“Shit,” giggled Becca into her ear, “You really do like an audience don’t you?”
Her younger sister’s voice held a curious, speculative tone that Kitty had learned to dread. To Kitty’s immense disappointment, Becca’s fingers slowed and stopped. She looked over to Laura and said, “Ok, Mom, showtime’s over. We don’t want the poor man to crash.” Laura twiddled her fingers at the driver and closed the service window once more as Kitty almost sobbed with frustration.
“Please Mistress!” she begged pathetically. “I need to cum so bad! Have mercy.”
But Becca’s eyes were shining the way they did when she got an idea, and Kitty knew that when her little sister got like this, there would be no convincing her.
“You’re thinking too small, Sis,” said Becca with a hungry gleam in her eyes. “If you get this hot when there is one stranger around, how much better will it be with hundreds? You know what they say right? The more the merrier.”
…
Kitty was paralyzed with fear, burning with lust, and nearly bursting with pent-up sexual frustration as Becca slowly, teasingly worked her finger into Kitty’s lap.
They were seated in the crowded theater, surrounded by the warm, silent darkness of the audience.
The people around them were focused utterly on the well-acted play taking place on the stage. All except their mother of course, who sat to Kitty’s left, looking on fondly as Becca publicly dommed her older sister.
“Better be quiet, pet,” said Becca in Kitty’s ear. Her voice was no louder than a hot, wet breath. Her finger slid between Kitty’s soaking, swollen lips with aching tenderness. “Who knows what would happen if you let out a moan during a lull in the dialogue.”
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