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10-08-2015, 09:36 AM
Definition of chapter two…
Chapter two contains some mother/daughter incest and also some male dominance over females. Please note I have split chapter two into three sub chapters, I hope this will not confuse you.
Chapter 2… Submissive Mother and Daughter.
The first example I wish to offer was a true incident which came about through an Adult Website (Not allowed to be named here) I have changes enough of the details to protect the two women but essentially the story is a true one.
Contact was made by an older woman through a feedback link to one of my dominance stories. Margo said she was 48 and a mother to a disruptive daughter called Tanya aged 21. After my reply to her she contacted me via instant messaging software available at that time.
To the best of my knowledge the conversation went like this:
(Margo) Hello Roy.
(Roy) Hello Margo.
Then there was some general chat about how are you and the weather before I finally asked how I could help her.
(Roy) Marg, what is it that you want from me?
(Margo) I… I… I was hoping you could talk to Tanya and straighten her out!
(Roy) straighten her out! In what way?
(Margo) Stop her getting a reputation as a slut and a slag!
(Roy) Why what is she doing to gain such a reputation?
(Margo) Staying out all night a different parties and bring strange men home when she does come home; she takes them to her bedroom and I can hear they are certainly at it!
(Roy) At what?
(Margo) You Know… that… Sex thing!
(Roy) And how does that make you feel?
(Margo) I feel that since losing my husband she should show me more respect and not have sex in my home when I am there!
(Roy) Margo be honest with me? Does the fact that she is having sex, make you feel a teeny bit jealous? It’s alright to admit it if this is the case.
(Margo) more mumbling before she finally said “Could be!”
With that I told Margo to go think about what she wanted of me and call me via messenger in three days’ time. With that we said our good byes and left it at that.
During those three days I tried to work out a plan of action for this widower who obviously was becoming frustrated by her situation, not helped by her daughter’s active sex life.
It was clear to me that there was underlying facets of these two women which could be interesting to probe.
Sure enough three days later Margo duly logged on to my messenger and the tale continued like this.
(Margo) Hello Roy,
(Roy) Hello Margo.
There then followed a period of a few minutes where nothing was said but the tension was clear to feel.
(Roy) Well Margo, have you decided what you require of me?
(Margo) Well sort of?
(Roy) How do you mean sort of?
Again a long silence before we continued.
(Margo) I cannot believe I am about to say this; it makes me feel cheap and dirty but also excited!
(Roy) Say What?
(Margo) The easiest way to improve the situation here would be for me to get fucked and maybe let my daughter see what she is putting me through.
(Roy) You mean you want me to fuck you at your home while your daughter has to listen or do you mean for her to be in the same room and see you getting fucked?
(Margo) OMG no, Just for her to hear me and to understand that is what I have to hear every time she fucks around at home?
(Roy) Surely you mean fuck her boyfriend?
(Margo) To tell the truth I think she is a slut because I have counted six men over the last three weeks and I have to provide them a breakfast before they leave?
(Roy) While you are providing breakfast; do you image what they had done to your daughter during the night?
Another long wait before any answer appeared.
(Margo) I have to be honest I do wonder about the sex they have had with her but not about how they did it!
(Roy) If not that then what do you wonder about?
Another pause.
(Margo) I cannot help but wonder if they were better endowed than my late husband; who only had a small penis!
(Roy) When you say small prick, how big is small?
(Margo) Peter never measured it but I think it was about four inches long when it was hard!
(Roy) I assume Peter was your late husband, but why do you say about four inches when hard and more importantly what is the largest cock you have taken up your cunt and have you ever had anal sex?
A long pause then occurred.
(Margo) OMG, what does that have to do with it?
(Roy) May I remind you that you agreed to answer honestly any questions I may ask!
(Margo) True but these are really personal questions!
(Roy) Yours is a very personal problem!
(Roy) What is the largest cock you have taken up your cunt and have you ever had anal sex?
A much longer pause then occurred.
(Margo) When I was single before marrying Peter I did get drunk at a party and a coloured guy managed to get me alone in one of the bedrooms and he fucked me good and hard! God it’s making me wet just talking about him!
(Roy) Yes but what size was he and did you do Anal?
A more brazen Margo then began to open up.
(Margo) It was at least double if not treble the size of my husband’s and no I did not ever experience the disgusting act of anal!
(Roy) Why is it disgusting? When nature tells us that most animal species do it!
(Margo) Yes but we are not animals are we?
(Roy) OK, I will leave that for today! If I decided not to fuck you what else could I be of help with?
(Margo) Well you could talk to my daughter and make her see that she is being a slut and will get a bad reputation around town!
(Roy) OK this is what we will do? Do you know the big Starbucks coffee shop in West Street?
(Margo) Yes.
(Roy) You and your daughter will meet me there, tonight at seven pm! You will place on the table in front of you an object for me to recognise you by!
(Margo) What object?
(Roy) That’s for you to tell me so I know what to look for!
(Margo) I could bring along Tanya’s old Barbie doll.
(Roy) OK, Barbie will have to do! I should warn you though that we will not be able to talk properly in Starbucks so you will have to decide if you trust me enough to take me to your home!
(Margo) Oh I do trust you or I would never consider meeting like you suggest!
(Roy) OK until tonight then!
(Margo) But how can I get Tanya to go with me?
(Roy) That’s easy tell her it’s a surprise and that she will enjoy it when it happens!
With that things were left and I imagined Margo had a strange sort of day half in anticipation and half between the feelings of worry and excitement. I made a mental note to ask her how the rest of this day had gone, at our meeting later.
Chapter 2(i) the first meeting.
I arrived a little early as I usually do to these things and today it seems it was a wise move; for Starbucks was almost packed out with barely a seat to be had let alone a table to one’s self. I managed to find a place just by the door and was lucky enough that the two businessmen sat there made a move to leave.
Just then another table nearby became empty and a couple of women, who appeared to be mother and daughter took the seats at that table. I watched a little more closely but no sign of the Barbie doll. Then my train of thoughts were interrupted as two women who clearly were mother and daughter asked if they might sit at my table. I nodded and allowed them a little room to make themselves comfy.
Lo and behold the younger mirror image of the older woman took out a Barbie doll and placed it in front of them. I smiled and leaned forward, as I did so I said “that’s a Barbie doll, isn’t it” the mother looked up at me and nodded. I continued I hear they are bringing out a new version called divorce Barbie!
The daughter looked at me and asked “Was I sure as she had been a collector and would have been aware of this!”
I smiled and told her I had it on good authority that it was so and the only drawback was they were pitching it at £75.00 each.
The daughter said “Gosh that is really expensive!”
I now delivered my mush awaited punchline… “Not when you consider it comes with half Ken’s house, car and money!” I said laughing as I did so.
Both women suddenly relaxed and allowed themselves a little chuckle, the mother however soon returned to scanning the room nervously. I again leaned forward and said are you Margo and Tanya. The mother shot bolt upright and looked at me before asking “Roy”.
I nodded and Tanya looked from her mother to me and back again. I smiled and said this is no place to talk, finish your coffees and we will leave. Outside on the pavement they asked if we were going to my place but I looked each of them over and stepped closer so only they could hear me before informing them I was not impressed with their dress code.
Tanya shot a look to her mother before asking what is he talking about; before she could answer I told Tanya I did not like being interrupted and she should tread carefully for the rest of tonight. I then told them that we would be going back to their home where the first thing they would do is get out of those trouser suits and into feminine clothing.
Margo simply nodded and led me to their car; I immediately climbed into the back seat allowing mother and daughter to occupy the front seats; besides I could observe them both at the same time this way.
Upon arriving home I told them that they should go change and put on a dress or skirt and top and stop trying to be so masculine. I sat patiently in the living room and soon a red faced Tanya followed her mother into the living room.
Margo was a little surprised to see I had moved some furniture around; I had placed the three seater sofa opposite the two easy chairs and now sitting in the centre of the sofa I waved my hand indicating they should take a seat in the easy chairs.
I quickly enquired as to what they were actually wearing beneath the mother’s simple black dress and Tanya’s skirt and tee shirt. Margo answered first that she was wearing a bra, pair of matching panties and nothing else. Tanya almost got herself deeper in trouble when she paused before giving me the information.
I interrupted things by telling them they had by meeting me agreed to follow my ground rules and those were fairly simple. Answer honestly, answer truthfully, do not interrupt me and follow immediately any directions they were given. Tanya nervously shot her mother a look before confessing she was wearing a pair of black panties with matching Bustier and nothing else.
I challenged them further “So you Margo are wearing three items while you Tanya are wearing four!” The puzzled women nodded. Tanya remove your shoes! I demanded and lo and behold without hesitation she did so. I continued, “Now if you Margo count your shoes as one item; you are wearing the same number of Items. A level playing field so to speak, I added.
Now I am going to ask each of you some questions and depending upon your demeanour and answers you will either keep your clothes or have to remove them one piece at a time. I began with Margo, “Margo are you feeling jealous about your daughter’s sex life?”
Margo took a deep swallow and said “in a way yes” I nodded and said answered truthfully. No penalty.
“Tanya, Are you trying to be a slut or are you naturally one and want to bring it out?” I continued. Tanya blushed but answered “I just feel more exhilarated when I have sex with someone for the first time and I suppose I prefer it that way!” Answered truthfully no penalty. I added.
Tanya smiled as if she had answered her most difficult question and the rest would be easy, as if that’s all it took! I then surprised Tanya by asking “Tanya what is your favourite sexual position and why?” Tanya physically blushed and delayed in answering until I warned her she was getting extremely close to breaking a ground rule. She just blurted out then that she loved all sex but there was something real dirty about anal sex and it made her feel hornier when she had a cock stuck up her arse!
Margo now blushed hearing this about and from her one and only daughter. “Margo, what is your biggest regret as far as sex is concerned, is it you married a man with a small prick or the fact that you never tried anal? I asked. Tanya looked shocked at this revelation so obviously the size of her dad’s cock had never entered her head.
Knowing that to delay to think up an answer would be seen as breaking a ground rule. Margo answered; “Both I suppose although I truly loved Tanya’s dad I did feel I was sacrificing a good sex life for that love!”
Margo, I continued, what is it that Tanya does which irritates you the most in a sexual way?
Now Margo looked from her daughter to me and back again. Time is up I declared, Margo forfeit on of your items of clothing. She smiled weakly as she slipped off her shoes. Expecting this to have now been payment enough not to have to answer the question. She was visually shocked when I still demanded an answer.
“Tanya is a vocal woman especially when having sex and the sound permeate round the house, often when I am in bed I Hear everything and can’t help but visually imagine what is going on!” She finally answered.
Tanya, what have you to say to that? I asked. She smirked before answering and said, I never thought about mum hearing me but the idea that she did and was imagining the scene I find a real dirty turn on!”
I challenged the truth of that statement on the grounds that she knew she was vocal and she also knew she could hear her mother around the house and so if she made a noise she had to know her mother was hearing it. Remove an item of clothing I demanded. She stood up pushed her hands up under her skirt and was clearly intending to remove her panties.
I challenged her to stop or pay double penalty. She demurely asked why? The rules always were that you had to remove a visible item of clothing so it only left her to decide upon blouse or skirt. Tanya must have been getting to the scene rather heavily as she chose to remove her blouse.
Margo, have you ever wanted to replace your daughter when she was being so vocal and you knew clearly she was fucking some stud or other? I asked. Margo’s mouth dropped and she struggled to compose herself to answer. “Augh, augh, I suppose subconsciously I could have! But I would never have had the nerve to do so! She stressed.
Liar, I responded, you know full well that an apple does not fall from the tree and by definition of your daughter being a slut it follows that you too must be a slut! Remove that dress this instant! I demanded. Margo meekly stood up and the dress ended up on the floor beside her chair. She was just about to sit down when I commanded her to stay standing and to spread her feet about eighteen inches apart.
As if in a trance Margo followed the directions and stood staring at a spot on the floor just in front of my feet. Tanya, listen carefully and realise this that double penalty will apply if you don’t follow my instructions to the letter! I teased.
Tanya nodded and waited to hear her task; I want you to feel inside Margo’s panties and tell me what you find! I announced. Tanya looked at me and then her mother before stepping forward. Margo’s blushing face seemed to get redder as her daughter approached and she actually closed her eyes on the first contact of her daughter’s hand on her naked flesh.
Both women seemed to be trembling at the thought of such intimate contact between them. I clearly saw Margo’s flight or fight reaction as she almost pulled back from Tanya. Tanya slipped her hand inside her mother’s panties and turned with a shocked look on her face.
Mother, you shave your cunt! She declared and I saw the outline of Tanya’s hand moving beneath the black lacy panties of her mother. Roy, you would not believe how wet she is down there! Tanya announced. I quickly snapped, “Who gave you permission to be so personal as to use my first name!
Tanya took a shocked step back stretching her mother’s panties a little, with pleading eyes she begged forgiveness. I told her that because she had been so personal she would have to lose two items of her clothing. Tanya smiled seeming to like this game we were playing but again I stopped her dead in her tracks as I ordered Margo to remove her daughters skirt and then her panties.
Glad to be out of the direct limelight, Margo unzipped Tanya’s skirt and allowed it to fall to the floor and she let out an audible gasp when she saw her daughter’s bright red open crotch panties. Tanya sensed where her mother was looking and almost proudly declared these were her prostitute kegs (Slang word for Panties). She could accept a cock from almost any angle without having to remove her panties.
Again it appeared like mother like daughter for Tanya too shaved her cunt. I now declared the game over and both women looked at me and appeared to be relieved not to go any further. How unlucky were they!
I smiled as they seemed to relax and suddenly told them to remove each other’s remaining clothes and then they were to stand side by side with their feet eighteen inches apart (this was to prevent the clutching the thighs together to hide their cunts).
Now I stood and approached the pair, “Margo, as your daughter has already felt your cunt and I fancy wants to explore it further with her tongue and fingers; I want you to feel her cunt and tell me what you find.” I said.
Margo ran the back of her hand up and down between her daughters cunt before declaring it to be soaking wet. I stopped her at this point and taking her hand I ordered to close all but her index finger of that hand and I pushed the index finger along her daughter’s cunt line before pressing it home inside her Tanya’s cunt. Tanya squirmed but remained standing there.
Chapter 2(ii) Breaking the taboo barrier.
After about five minutes I allowed them to relax and told them “we are going to try some regression tests!” I asked Margo outright, “Did you breast feed Tanya as a child!” A shocked Margo simply nodded until I reminded her that I asked a question and demanded a verbal answer.
“Yes Sir, Sorry Sir, I did breast feed Tanya from birth until she was sixteen months old!” she stuttered. I immediately told her to cut out the sir shit and as she knew only too well I preferred to be called Roy.
Again she apologised and then stood waiting and fearing what the next question would be. “Margo, When you breast feed your daughter did you experience any sexual feelings during the act of breast feeding?” I enquired.
Margo gulped and went even redder in the face if that was possible; “Yes, Roy, I felt myself become wet between my legs!”
“You mean you wet yourself?” I teased. “No, No, I mean err’ my cunt got excited!” she stammered fast.
“Did you want to play with your cunt whilst breast feeding?” I asked. Now fearing the closeness of a punishment rearing its head she swallowed hard and said, “What the hell! Yes I wanted to play with my clit and finger my cunt while she was sucking on my nipple!”
“Now don’t you feel better for letting that out into the open?” I probed.
Margo responded with a hushed yes. “Tanya, you can wipe that smirk off your face because I am telling you that what your mother has just admitted to is quite normal!” I explained, “However it is much less normal to want to have as many different cocks ploughing your fucking slut tunnel, unprotected and risking an unexpected baby!”
Tanya stuttered, “How did you know it was unprotected sex?”
“Because your mother here has never mentioned cleaning up condoms and as far as she knew you were not on the pill!” I teased.
For her disregard of respect, I now invited Margo to suck on Tanya’s tit just as Tanya had on hers all those years ago. Pretty soon Tanya was twitching in the early signs of impending orgasm.
I ordered Tanya to sit in the easy chair she had vacated and told her mother to lean in from the left and continue to suck on Tanya’s rigid nipples. As Tanya collapsed further into her all-consuming orgasm I kept asking her if she would like her mother to fist fuck her cunt or even wiggle a finger or two up her arse.
Very soon Tanya was wide eyed and begging to have something stuffing her cunt as she repeatedly called herself a cock loving slut.
Now I ordered Margo to go to town fucking her daughter’s cunt with her hand and fingers, while I slowly took out my seven and a half inch fully erect cock and pushed it towards Tanya’s head. She kept jerking her head forward trying to catch my cock in her mouth but I was always just out of reach for her until she promised that she would include her mother in her future slut exercises.
Chapter two contains some mother/daughter incest and also some male dominance over females. Please note I have split chapter two into three sub chapters, I hope this will not confuse you.
Chapter 2… Submissive Mother and Daughter.
The first example I wish to offer was a true incident which came about through an Adult Website (Not allowed to be named here) I have changes enough of the details to protect the two women but essentially the story is a true one.
Contact was made by an older woman through a feedback link to one of my dominance stories. Margo said she was 48 and a mother to a disruptive daughter called Tanya aged 21. After my reply to her she contacted me via instant messaging software available at that time.
To the best of my knowledge the conversation went like this:
(Margo) Hello Roy.
(Roy) Hello Margo.
Then there was some general chat about how are you and the weather before I finally asked how I could help her.
(Roy) Marg, what is it that you want from me?
(Margo) I… I… I was hoping you could talk to Tanya and straighten her out!
(Roy) straighten her out! In what way?
(Margo) Stop her getting a reputation as a slut and a slag!
(Roy) Why what is she doing to gain such a reputation?
(Margo) Staying out all night a different parties and bring strange men home when she does come home; she takes them to her bedroom and I can hear they are certainly at it!
(Roy) At what?
(Margo) You Know… that… Sex thing!
(Roy) And how does that make you feel?
(Margo) I feel that since losing my husband she should show me more respect and not have sex in my home when I am there!
(Roy) Margo be honest with me? Does the fact that she is having sex, make you feel a teeny bit jealous? It’s alright to admit it if this is the case.
(Margo) more mumbling before she finally said “Could be!”
With that I told Margo to go think about what she wanted of me and call me via messenger in three days’ time. With that we said our good byes and left it at that.
During those three days I tried to work out a plan of action for this widower who obviously was becoming frustrated by her situation, not helped by her daughter’s active sex life.
It was clear to me that there was underlying facets of these two women which could be interesting to probe.
Sure enough three days later Margo duly logged on to my messenger and the tale continued like this.
(Margo) Hello Roy,
(Roy) Hello Margo.
There then followed a period of a few minutes where nothing was said but the tension was clear to feel.
(Roy) Well Margo, have you decided what you require of me?
(Margo) Well sort of?
(Roy) How do you mean sort of?
Again a long silence before we continued.
(Margo) I cannot believe I am about to say this; it makes me feel cheap and dirty but also excited!
(Roy) Say What?
(Margo) The easiest way to improve the situation here would be for me to get fucked and maybe let my daughter see what she is putting me through.
(Roy) You mean you want me to fuck you at your home while your daughter has to listen or do you mean for her to be in the same room and see you getting fucked?
(Margo) OMG no, Just for her to hear me and to understand that is what I have to hear every time she fucks around at home?
(Roy) Surely you mean fuck her boyfriend?
(Margo) To tell the truth I think she is a slut because I have counted six men over the last three weeks and I have to provide them a breakfast before they leave?
(Roy) While you are providing breakfast; do you image what they had done to your daughter during the night?
Another long wait before any answer appeared.
(Margo) I have to be honest I do wonder about the sex they have had with her but not about how they did it!
(Roy) If not that then what do you wonder about?
Another pause.
(Margo) I cannot help but wonder if they were better endowed than my late husband; who only had a small penis!
(Roy) When you say small prick, how big is small?
(Margo) Peter never measured it but I think it was about four inches long when it was hard!
(Roy) I assume Peter was your late husband, but why do you say about four inches when hard and more importantly what is the largest cock you have taken up your cunt and have you ever had anal sex?
A long pause then occurred.
(Margo) OMG, what does that have to do with it?
(Roy) May I remind you that you agreed to answer honestly any questions I may ask!
(Margo) True but these are really personal questions!
(Roy) Yours is a very personal problem!
(Roy) What is the largest cock you have taken up your cunt and have you ever had anal sex?
A much longer pause then occurred.
(Margo) When I was single before marrying Peter I did get drunk at a party and a coloured guy managed to get me alone in one of the bedrooms and he fucked me good and hard! God it’s making me wet just talking about him!
(Roy) Yes but what size was he and did you do Anal?
A more brazen Margo then began to open up.
(Margo) It was at least double if not treble the size of my husband’s and no I did not ever experience the disgusting act of anal!
(Roy) Why is it disgusting? When nature tells us that most animal species do it!
(Margo) Yes but we are not animals are we?
(Roy) OK, I will leave that for today! If I decided not to fuck you what else could I be of help with?
(Margo) Well you could talk to my daughter and make her see that she is being a slut and will get a bad reputation around town!
(Roy) OK this is what we will do? Do you know the big Starbucks coffee shop in West Street?
(Margo) Yes.
(Roy) You and your daughter will meet me there, tonight at seven pm! You will place on the table in front of you an object for me to recognise you by!
(Margo) What object?
(Roy) That’s for you to tell me so I know what to look for!
(Margo) I could bring along Tanya’s old Barbie doll.
(Roy) OK, Barbie will have to do! I should warn you though that we will not be able to talk properly in Starbucks so you will have to decide if you trust me enough to take me to your home!
(Margo) Oh I do trust you or I would never consider meeting like you suggest!
(Roy) OK until tonight then!
(Margo) But how can I get Tanya to go with me?
(Roy) That’s easy tell her it’s a surprise and that she will enjoy it when it happens!
With that things were left and I imagined Margo had a strange sort of day half in anticipation and half between the feelings of worry and excitement. I made a mental note to ask her how the rest of this day had gone, at our meeting later.
Chapter 2(i) the first meeting.
I arrived a little early as I usually do to these things and today it seems it was a wise move; for Starbucks was almost packed out with barely a seat to be had let alone a table to one’s self. I managed to find a place just by the door and was lucky enough that the two businessmen sat there made a move to leave.
Just then another table nearby became empty and a couple of women, who appeared to be mother and daughter took the seats at that table. I watched a little more closely but no sign of the Barbie doll. Then my train of thoughts were interrupted as two women who clearly were mother and daughter asked if they might sit at my table. I nodded and allowed them a little room to make themselves comfy.
Lo and behold the younger mirror image of the older woman took out a Barbie doll and placed it in front of them. I smiled and leaned forward, as I did so I said “that’s a Barbie doll, isn’t it” the mother looked up at me and nodded. I continued I hear they are bringing out a new version called divorce Barbie!
The daughter looked at me and asked “Was I sure as she had been a collector and would have been aware of this!”
I smiled and told her I had it on good authority that it was so and the only drawback was they were pitching it at £75.00 each.
The daughter said “Gosh that is really expensive!”
I now delivered my mush awaited punchline… “Not when you consider it comes with half Ken’s house, car and money!” I said laughing as I did so.
Both women suddenly relaxed and allowed themselves a little chuckle, the mother however soon returned to scanning the room nervously. I again leaned forward and said are you Margo and Tanya. The mother shot bolt upright and looked at me before asking “Roy”.
I nodded and Tanya looked from her mother to me and back again. I smiled and said this is no place to talk, finish your coffees and we will leave. Outside on the pavement they asked if we were going to my place but I looked each of them over and stepped closer so only they could hear me before informing them I was not impressed with their dress code.
Tanya shot a look to her mother before asking what is he talking about; before she could answer I told Tanya I did not like being interrupted and she should tread carefully for the rest of tonight. I then told them that we would be going back to their home where the first thing they would do is get out of those trouser suits and into feminine clothing.
Margo simply nodded and led me to their car; I immediately climbed into the back seat allowing mother and daughter to occupy the front seats; besides I could observe them both at the same time this way.
Upon arriving home I told them that they should go change and put on a dress or skirt and top and stop trying to be so masculine. I sat patiently in the living room and soon a red faced Tanya followed her mother into the living room.
Margo was a little surprised to see I had moved some furniture around; I had placed the three seater sofa opposite the two easy chairs and now sitting in the centre of the sofa I waved my hand indicating they should take a seat in the easy chairs.
I quickly enquired as to what they were actually wearing beneath the mother’s simple black dress and Tanya’s skirt and tee shirt. Margo answered first that she was wearing a bra, pair of matching panties and nothing else. Tanya almost got herself deeper in trouble when she paused before giving me the information.
I interrupted things by telling them they had by meeting me agreed to follow my ground rules and those were fairly simple. Answer honestly, answer truthfully, do not interrupt me and follow immediately any directions they were given. Tanya nervously shot her mother a look before confessing she was wearing a pair of black panties with matching Bustier and nothing else.
I challenged them further “So you Margo are wearing three items while you Tanya are wearing four!” The puzzled women nodded. Tanya remove your shoes! I demanded and lo and behold without hesitation she did so. I continued, “Now if you Margo count your shoes as one item; you are wearing the same number of Items. A level playing field so to speak, I added.
Now I am going to ask each of you some questions and depending upon your demeanour and answers you will either keep your clothes or have to remove them one piece at a time. I began with Margo, “Margo are you feeling jealous about your daughter’s sex life?”
Margo took a deep swallow and said “in a way yes” I nodded and said answered truthfully. No penalty.
“Tanya, Are you trying to be a slut or are you naturally one and want to bring it out?” I continued. Tanya blushed but answered “I just feel more exhilarated when I have sex with someone for the first time and I suppose I prefer it that way!” Answered truthfully no penalty. I added.
Tanya smiled as if she had answered her most difficult question and the rest would be easy, as if that’s all it took! I then surprised Tanya by asking “Tanya what is your favourite sexual position and why?” Tanya physically blushed and delayed in answering until I warned her she was getting extremely close to breaking a ground rule. She just blurted out then that she loved all sex but there was something real dirty about anal sex and it made her feel hornier when she had a cock stuck up her arse!
Margo now blushed hearing this about and from her one and only daughter. “Margo, what is your biggest regret as far as sex is concerned, is it you married a man with a small prick or the fact that you never tried anal? I asked. Tanya looked shocked at this revelation so obviously the size of her dad’s cock had never entered her head.
Knowing that to delay to think up an answer would be seen as breaking a ground rule. Margo answered; “Both I suppose although I truly loved Tanya’s dad I did feel I was sacrificing a good sex life for that love!”
Margo, I continued, what is it that Tanya does which irritates you the most in a sexual way?
Now Margo looked from her daughter to me and back again. Time is up I declared, Margo forfeit on of your items of clothing. She smiled weakly as she slipped off her shoes. Expecting this to have now been payment enough not to have to answer the question. She was visually shocked when I still demanded an answer.
“Tanya is a vocal woman especially when having sex and the sound permeate round the house, often when I am in bed I Hear everything and can’t help but visually imagine what is going on!” She finally answered.
Tanya, what have you to say to that? I asked. She smirked before answering and said, I never thought about mum hearing me but the idea that she did and was imagining the scene I find a real dirty turn on!”
I challenged the truth of that statement on the grounds that she knew she was vocal and she also knew she could hear her mother around the house and so if she made a noise she had to know her mother was hearing it. Remove an item of clothing I demanded. She stood up pushed her hands up under her skirt and was clearly intending to remove her panties.
I challenged her to stop or pay double penalty. She demurely asked why? The rules always were that you had to remove a visible item of clothing so it only left her to decide upon blouse or skirt. Tanya must have been getting to the scene rather heavily as she chose to remove her blouse.
Margo, have you ever wanted to replace your daughter when she was being so vocal and you knew clearly she was fucking some stud or other? I asked. Margo’s mouth dropped and she struggled to compose herself to answer. “Augh, augh, I suppose subconsciously I could have! But I would never have had the nerve to do so! She stressed.
Liar, I responded, you know full well that an apple does not fall from the tree and by definition of your daughter being a slut it follows that you too must be a slut! Remove that dress this instant! I demanded. Margo meekly stood up and the dress ended up on the floor beside her chair. She was just about to sit down when I commanded her to stay standing and to spread her feet about eighteen inches apart.
As if in a trance Margo followed the directions and stood staring at a spot on the floor just in front of my feet. Tanya, listen carefully and realise this that double penalty will apply if you don’t follow my instructions to the letter! I teased.
Tanya nodded and waited to hear her task; I want you to feel inside Margo’s panties and tell me what you find! I announced. Tanya looked at me and then her mother before stepping forward. Margo’s blushing face seemed to get redder as her daughter approached and she actually closed her eyes on the first contact of her daughter’s hand on her naked flesh.
Both women seemed to be trembling at the thought of such intimate contact between them. I clearly saw Margo’s flight or fight reaction as she almost pulled back from Tanya. Tanya slipped her hand inside her mother’s panties and turned with a shocked look on her face.
Mother, you shave your cunt! She declared and I saw the outline of Tanya’s hand moving beneath the black lacy panties of her mother. Roy, you would not believe how wet she is down there! Tanya announced. I quickly snapped, “Who gave you permission to be so personal as to use my first name!
Tanya took a shocked step back stretching her mother’s panties a little, with pleading eyes she begged forgiveness. I told her that because she had been so personal she would have to lose two items of her clothing. Tanya smiled seeming to like this game we were playing but again I stopped her dead in her tracks as I ordered Margo to remove her daughters skirt and then her panties.
Glad to be out of the direct limelight, Margo unzipped Tanya’s skirt and allowed it to fall to the floor and she let out an audible gasp when she saw her daughter’s bright red open crotch panties. Tanya sensed where her mother was looking and almost proudly declared these were her prostitute kegs (Slang word for Panties). She could accept a cock from almost any angle without having to remove her panties.
Again it appeared like mother like daughter for Tanya too shaved her cunt. I now declared the game over and both women looked at me and appeared to be relieved not to go any further. How unlucky were they!
I smiled as they seemed to relax and suddenly told them to remove each other’s remaining clothes and then they were to stand side by side with their feet eighteen inches apart (this was to prevent the clutching the thighs together to hide their cunts).
Now I stood and approached the pair, “Margo, as your daughter has already felt your cunt and I fancy wants to explore it further with her tongue and fingers; I want you to feel her cunt and tell me what you find.” I said.
Margo ran the back of her hand up and down between her daughters cunt before declaring it to be soaking wet. I stopped her at this point and taking her hand I ordered to close all but her index finger of that hand and I pushed the index finger along her daughter’s cunt line before pressing it home inside her Tanya’s cunt. Tanya squirmed but remained standing there.
Chapter 2(ii) Breaking the taboo barrier.
After about five minutes I allowed them to relax and told them “we are going to try some regression tests!” I asked Margo outright, “Did you breast feed Tanya as a child!” A shocked Margo simply nodded until I reminded her that I asked a question and demanded a verbal answer.
“Yes Sir, Sorry Sir, I did breast feed Tanya from birth until she was sixteen months old!” she stuttered. I immediately told her to cut out the sir shit and as she knew only too well I preferred to be called Roy.
Again she apologised and then stood waiting and fearing what the next question would be. “Margo, When you breast feed your daughter did you experience any sexual feelings during the act of breast feeding?” I enquired.
Margo gulped and went even redder in the face if that was possible; “Yes, Roy, I felt myself become wet between my legs!”
“You mean you wet yourself?” I teased. “No, No, I mean err’ my cunt got excited!” she stammered fast.
“Did you want to play with your cunt whilst breast feeding?” I asked. Now fearing the closeness of a punishment rearing its head she swallowed hard and said, “What the hell! Yes I wanted to play with my clit and finger my cunt while she was sucking on my nipple!”
“Now don’t you feel better for letting that out into the open?” I probed.
Margo responded with a hushed yes. “Tanya, you can wipe that smirk off your face because I am telling you that what your mother has just admitted to is quite normal!” I explained, “However it is much less normal to want to have as many different cocks ploughing your fucking slut tunnel, unprotected and risking an unexpected baby!”
Tanya stuttered, “How did you know it was unprotected sex?”
“Because your mother here has never mentioned cleaning up condoms and as far as she knew you were not on the pill!” I teased.
For her disregard of respect, I now invited Margo to suck on Tanya’s tit just as Tanya had on hers all those years ago. Pretty soon Tanya was twitching in the early signs of impending orgasm.
I ordered Tanya to sit in the easy chair she had vacated and told her mother to lean in from the left and continue to suck on Tanya’s rigid nipples. As Tanya collapsed further into her all-consuming orgasm I kept asking her if she would like her mother to fist fuck her cunt or even wiggle a finger or two up her arse.
Very soon Tanya was wide eyed and begging to have something stuffing her cunt as she repeatedly called herself a cock loving slut.
Now I ordered Margo to go to town fucking her daughter’s cunt with her hand and fingers, while I slowly took out my seven and a half inch fully erect cock and pushed it towards Tanya’s head. She kept jerking her head forward trying to catch my cock in her mouth but I was always just out of reach for her until she promised that she would include her mother in her future slut exercises.