Returning to the living room, Mia finds her mother and her girlfriend sharing an intimate moment, cosying up to each other on the sofa, and Carrie asks her, “How is she?”
Mia smiles, “Sound asleep,” feeling arousal taking over.
Carrie considerately suggests, “We’ll be quiet, like, so we don’t risk waking her.”
Mia sits with her mom and her girlfriend, still feeling a slight unease, urging her to admit, “I’ve been having sexual thoughts and feelings for Dad, since last night. I would love nothing more than to never see him again, but, for some sick reason, I want him… It’s eating me up…”
Carrie listens to the confession, saying in response, “You tend to be a sub, so, like, he’s you’re ultimate dom. He makes you feel so bad about yourself, so much that it feeds your need to please him, hoping that makes you feel better, or, something like that?”
Aniya holds her daughter’s head in her hands, kissing her motherly on the forehead, affirming, “I think it’s great that you have those feelings. I mean, I have a sweet, romantic love with your dad that’s sweet and tender, but, you get to have this whole BDSM thing going with him that’s so intense and hot… I might be jealous of that, in a way…”
Mia feels disgusted, asking, “Why? Why would you be jealous of that?”
Aniya answers, “I know it doesn’t make much sense, but it gets the blood pumping, and the highs are out of this world… I had something like that with Owen… He put me in my place, and I was rewarded for serving him and his needs…”
Mia nods, making sense in her mind, “We want to be made to feel bad to have better sex?”
Aniya reminds her daughter, “You were with Owen. You know how good that sex was. And, what you had with him meant that I had to beg and plead for his attention so much more, which made the sex so much hotter for me. He would tell me about his times with you while we did it. God, it was hot…”
Mia voices her thoughts, “The sex with Owen was good. I wanted him so much because he made me feel better about my body, unlike Dad constantly reminding me that I was fat and ugly; Owen made me feel beautiful and sexy.”
Carrie reasons, “I think you wished Owen was your real dad, and you thought of him like that, like, you were validated by him, getting something you wanted from your dad himself.”
Mia feels like she’s blushing hard, so hot and heavy, replying, “I guess…”
Carrie asks, “What you gonna do when he’s out?”
Mia shrugs, “It doesn’t matter, because he won’t do anything.”
Aniya reminds her daughter, “He did it before with you. We just need to get him on-side. Perhaps, we play his incarceration into a little scenario so he can blow off steam?”
Mia laughs a little, relieving some tension as she becomes a little relaxed, “I’m not against it…”
The three women take things to the master bedroom, enjoying the comfort of the queen-size bed. They strip each other down, becoming entangled in each other’s arms, as their mouths explore the mounds of muscle and fat sealed under soft skin.
Mia moans, so tense, desperate for relief, surrendering to the sensuous touching from her mom and her girlfriend, “Oh, fuck… hmm… ma… Mom… Oh, Carrie… Mmm, fuck… Mmm, hah… Oh, mmmm… Ooooooh, mmm…”
Carrie feels so naughty, nursing on her girlfriend’s plump boobs whilst glancing a look at the young woman’s mother fingering her daughter and feasting on her clitoris. Carrie clasps one of Mia’s hands with her own, holding her tight, letting her know she is here for her.
Mia feels so supported and loved, and the feeling is wonderful, stirring her into bliss, but darker intentions are masked beneath those sensations, with glimmers of imagining what her dad would think to see her like this. She imagines his disapproval, and need to punish her, stuffing her pussy with his dirty dick. Just the thought of it excites her so much more.
Carrie comes up to kiss her girlfriend with unbridled passion all over her face, licking her and smooching her lips cutely, consoling her as her orgasm is coaxed from her, “That’s it… It’ll soon be over… Take your mother fucking you… Filthy fucker,” chuckling at her expense.
Mia’s pleasure cascades, gushing from between her legs with great force. Unable to maintain consciousness, she drifts off, held warmly by those she loves; in person, and in spirit.
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