Seeing they were done getting dressed, I knew it was time to show off my outfit. I walked into my Aunt’s room, knelt on the ground, reached my arms out, and presented my leash to Mom and Aunt Janet. Mom looked at me inquisitively, unsure what to make of my actions.
“I submit to your will tonight. I am your slut to do what you wish, Mommy and Aunt Janet,” I proclaimed, my head in submission.
Mom stood there silently. I worried I had taken things too far. It had only been a few days since Mom started reconnecting with her wild side. Yet, here we were, taking her to her first sex party after just initiating an incestuous relationship a few days prior. I feared the added dominant and submissive power dynamics were one step too far.
These fears quickly subsided when Mom grabbed the leash from my hands and put her heel on my head, pushing it to the floor.
“When we are at the party, you will address me as Mistress Mommy. Is that understood, daughter slut?” Mom ordered.
Mom’s sudden transformation took me aback, but I quickly submitted to her will.
“I will do anything you and Aunt Janet say,” I groveled.
Mom pulled her sister into her arms and kissed her ferociously, “You have turned my daughter into quite the slut. It is amazing the power you have over women.”
“Just like I did to you many years ago. My power scared you, and you ran away from me. That won’t happen again, will it?” Aunt Janet said.
Mom looked at her sister, her eyes full of love and lust, “I am never leaving your side again, Janet.”
Their lips smacking together filled my ears as Mom kept pushing my head down. My pussy juices leaked onto my thighs as my pussy quivered.
“We should finish getting ready. We wouldn’t want to keep our hosts waiting,” Janet said.
“Go get touched up, daughter slut,” Mom commanded.
I rushed to my room, eager to make Mommy happy. I reapplied my makeup, straightened my outfit, and tightened my pony.
Soon we were off. We piled into Janet’s car and made our way over to Stan and Carol’s. The car ride was filled with breathless anticipation. The three of us desperately needed to fuck and couldn’t wait to get the night started.
When we walked into the party, the first thing we saw was Stan and Carol going at it in the foyer.
Mom’s mouth was agape as she watched the lewd act. Yet, despite the look of shock on her face, I could tell she was aroused by the scene before her.
Stan saw me and Aunt Janet enter the room from the corner of his eyes.
“Baby doll!” Stan screamed as he ran towards me, his cock still wet from his wife’s cunt.
“Hi, Daddy,” I seductively said, running my hands over his exposed cock.
“Daddy?” Mom repeated, curious about what that was about.
“Stan, this is my sister, Gail, Britney’s Mom. This is her first sex party, so be nice,” Aunt Janet giggled.
Stan reached out to shake Mom’s hand. She looked surprised at the formality of the introduction.
“It is so nice to meet you. Any family member of Janet’s is always welcome. Just remember the first rule of sex parties, no touching unless you ask first,” Stan explained.
“We will make sure she is on her best behavior, Daddy,” I chimed in.
As Stan rejoined his wife, Mom looked over at me, confused.
“What was all that Daddy talk?” she wondered.
“Oh, Stand and Carol have a big incest kink. They love when I roleplay as their slutty daughter,” I explained, with a big grin on my face.
Mom yanked my leash, pulling me close to her. The sudden tug jolted me, but I was happy to see Mom give into her dominant nature.
“Tonight, you are my slut. Is that understood, daughter?” Mom barked, pulling my chocker tight, slightly suffocating me.
“Yes, Mistress Mommy,” I croaked, barely able to speak.
“Good. Now kiss me,” Mom commanded as her shiny red lips met mine.
Kissing Mom in front of all of these strangers sent a jolt straight to my pussy. It was one thing to be intimate with my Aunt in public, but to kiss Mom like this in front of everyone was so naughty.
“Good girl. Janet, how about you show me around?” Mom requested.
“It would be my pleasure,” Aunt Janet replied.
Aunt Janet pulled me along by my leash, leading me around the house. I loved the feeling of giving up control more than I ever thought I would. The cool metal of the leash against my skin reminded me of the power exchange happening between us, and I couldn’t help but surrender to the exhilaration of it all.
“Don’t forget about me,” Mom giggled, grabbing my hand. Her touch was warm and comforting, grounding me amidst the chaos of the party surrounding us. I squeezed her hand, pulling her along.
The first room we hit was the living room, where the pulsating beat of music engulfed us. The atmosphere was electric, and people were swaying to the music.
I looked around, taking in the scene before me. All around us were people in various forms of undress. Women in tight dresses, miniskirts, see-through tops, and some even top-less, were embracing their sexuality and the freedom the party provided them.
Amidst the sea of dancing figures, a Persian girl around my age caught my eye. Her beauty was captivating, with striking deep brown eyes and long midnight black hair. Her silver bikini top and sequined mini skirt perfectly accented her tan skin.
A tall blonde woman, who appeared to be around Mom’s age, pulled the Persian girl close as they danced. As we got closer, I noticed the blonde woman’s hand had slid under the Persian’s girl short skirt. A smile crossed the Persian girl’s face as she rode the blonde’s fingers, gyrating her hips as they danced.
I leaned closer to Aunt Janet, raising my voice to be heard over the music. “Do you know who they are?” I asked, my eyes fixed on the mesmerizing duo.
Aunt Janet followed my gaze and smiled knowingly. “The blonde is Lily, and that Persian girl is Jasmine. She’s Lily’s newest plaything,” she said with a hint of jealousy.
Mom met Jasmine’s sultry eyes. The young girl licked her lips as she stared straight at my unassuming mother.
“It seems like someone has caught your attention,” I teased Mom.
“I-ugh,” Mom stammered, unable to respond.
Seeing Mom unsteady on her feet brought a smile to my face. This whole scene was new to Mom, and the idea of her being turned on by what she saw was just what I was hoping for.
I squeezed Mom’s hand tighter, “we will have to find her later.”
I followed Aunt Janet’s lead. We weaved through the crowd, hot bodies brushing against mine as we moved to the center of the room. The pulsating beats of the music enveloped us, urging us to surrender to its rhythm.
Mom gyrated her body effortlessly to the music, pressing her latex-covered body into mine. The smooth textures of our outfits effortlessly glided over each other as our sweat-covered bodies molded together. I was in awe of her as she moved with confidence and grace that seemed to come naturally to her.
The room was hot, the air heavy with the heat of bodies in motion. The longer we danced, the more my latex bodysuit clung to my skin, accentuating every curve and contour. The sensation was both thrilling and slightly uncomfortable, the fabric molding to me leaving nothing to the imagination.
Beads of sweat trickled down my temples, mingling with the dark strands of my hair. The energy in the room was palpable, a mix of exhilaration and sexual anticipation.
Mom turned around, pushing her latex body into mine, as Aunt Janet pressed her knee into my pussy from behind. As I rode my Aunt’s bare thigh, I ran my hands down Mom’s body, lingering on her latex-covered chest.
“That feels so good, baby,” Mom moaned as I massaged her tits through her latex catsuit.
Leaving my right hand on Mom’s tits, I trailed my other hand lower. The feeling of the smooth latex underhand made my mouth water. The catsuit hugged Mom’s body, making it feel like it was a part of her. As my fingers reached Mom’s latex-covered pussy, I leaned in closer.
“I want to touch your pussy, Mistress Mommy. Please let me,” I breathed into her ear.
“God, yes!” Mom hollered, pushing against my hand.
I cupped Mom’s cunt, massaging it through her skintight suit. Mom moaned loudly, putting on a bit of a show for those around us. It was clear Mom was getting off playing in public, and I was more than happy to help her.
While I continued to worship Mom, Aunt Janet slid her fingers up my thighs, teasing me with every stroke. I yearned for her to touch my pussy, but I could tell she was going to make me earn any additional pleasure.
I released my grip on Mom’s cunt and turned to face my Aunt.
“May I touch you?” I asked, despite knowing the answer.
“Make me cum, my slut,” Aunt Janet said.
I didn’t wait for any further instructions. I slid my hand up Aunt Janet’s latex dress and found her pussy bare and wet. My naughty Aunt wasn’t wearing underwear leaving her pussy available for my wanton fingers. I grazed my fingers around her vulva before running them through her swollen dripping-wet labia. My middle finger easily slid inside her as I felt her pussy gripping the intruding digit.
I pushed another finger into Aunt Janet’s warm, creamy cunt, as she pulled me in for a kiss. Her lips were salty from her sweat, reminding me how intense her dancing had been. I watched Mom move behind her sister, nibbling at her neck and cupping her tits as she pressed her body against her.
I felt like I was dreaming. Here I was, fingering and kissing my Aunt while her sister, my mother, teased her while we danced at a sex party.
Aunt Janet ground her pussy into my fingers, my palm tickling her clit with every gyration. Mom tugged at her nipples through the smooth material of Aunt Janet’s dress. Aunt Janet’s nipples were very sensitive, and I knew she wouldn’t last long.
“Twist my nipples, Gail. Oh, god, your daughter is going to make me cum,” she moaned before clasping my shoulder to stop her from falling.
Aunt Janet turned her head to kiss Mom. Watching them kiss was a reminder of how much had changed in the past few days and that there was no going back from this.
Moments later, Jasmine approached Mom, “I couldn’t help but catch your little show,” she said, leaning into Mom.
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