Brenda allowed her mind to drift back 2 weeks. Although she had graduated from college in mid December 2009 with her BA in fashion merchandising, the job entry position market in this field was as dry as Mohave Desert lizard’s skin. Brenda had pounded the pavement ever day in Dallas and in Fort Worth in the hopes of landing some employment in the women’s wear market. After 3 weeks of this here it was a Friday, lunch time and so far no luck. Brenda was tired and frustrated. She took the bus back home although it was a few hours earlier than she had announced when she left that morning.



Brenda entered her home. She knew her Mom would be there and have some encouraging words. Somehow, her Mom had always managed to see some good in every situation. Although her asshole Dad had divorced her Mom 4 years ago in order to take up with his new 24 year old personal assistant, a benevolent judge had awarded her Mom a very handsome settlement allowing Janet, Brenda’s mom, to stay at home as a lady of leisure.



Brenda stopped in the living room. She thought she heard something, but couldn’t be sure. She slowed her walk and paused again at the foot of the stairs. Again, it was if she heard a keening mewing moan. The sound was more animal than human, but Brenda could not imagine what kind of animal was inside the house. Her dog, Boomer, was outside in the fenced back yard. Brenda crept quietly up the stairs, straining to be sure she did hear something.



As Brenda reached the top landing, she turned down the corridor to her room on the right. There were 5 doors off the hallway. On the left was Brenda’s bedroom with an attached small bathroom, followed by a closet. On the right was a bedroom (converted to a gym-workout room, followed by a full bath, followed by the master bedroom with its attached master bathroom. The keening moan occurred again. It sounded as though it emanated from her Mom’s bedroom.



Cautiously, yet filled with curiosity and some fear, Brenda walked the carpeted hallway to her Mom’s bedroom door. The door was slightly ajar. Without actually breaking the threshold of the door, Brenda peeked in her Mom’s bedroom. She did not see her Mom, but the moan was distinct and louder. Thinking maybe her Mom had fallen in the bathroom, Brenda started to the nearly closed bathroom door. Just as Brenda was about to call to her Mother, she heard a voice speak. While the voice was familiar, Brenda could not imagine who was in her Mother’s bathroom. The voice cooed, hissed, and commanded action. It was soft, yet forceful. Brenda walked silently to the slightly open bathroom door and heard the voice.



“I have been watching you squirm since I moved next door,” said Kathleen, the widowed neighbor lady. I have been sun-bathing nude because I knew you were watching me. I have had few muff munching whores over because I knew you were looking at us through Brenda’s bedroom window. What you saw us do isn’t all the fun we had,” Kathleen giggled. Brenda’s window looks right down over the privacy fence, onto my patio and sun room. With every wall and the ceiling being glass, I know you got to see more than enough to whet your appetite.”



“And of course, your little hints, invitations for coffee or lets do lunch, etc. were shouts for me to come over here and work that hot pussy of yours. I knew that hot little pussy needed some attention?" Kathleen said easily.



Janet had never liked dirty talk in bed. Her ex-husband had tried it and Janet had cut Charles off for 2 weeks when he insisted on using that kind of language. When he said it, the words seemed dirty and disgusted her. From Kathleen's mouth they seemed like knives of desire. Every time the tall dyke spoke she seemed to twist them in the short blonde's stomach. Still, Janet thought she had to put an end to this before it went too far.



Janet gulped and said in fast whisper, “Kathleen, I am sorry. I did not mean to give you the wrong idea or lead you on, but..."



Kathleen smiled and cooed back to Janet, "You didn't lead me on Sweetie. You're a hot little number, too good for that fuck-tard to whom you were married. Your pussy is dying for the kind of attention only I can give it."



Janet backed up a little into the bathroom and swallowed hard when the tall woman pushed her. Part of her wanted to put a stop to this, but a long repressed part of her was singing with anticipation. She was caught between the dos and the don'ts of the situation and in her confusion she was an easy target for someone with Kathleen's confidence.



Kathleen stepped up to her and placed her hands on Janet's shoulders. She gently but firmly turned her towards the long vanity and wall length mirror. Kathleen towered over the shorter woman. Her hands came around Janet’s arms. Kathleen placed the palms of her hands over Janet’s breasts. She bent her head and softly kissed and licked up and down the lovely woman’s neck. Kathleen’s long wicked tongue, pushed softly but deeply into Janet’s ear.



Brenda looked at the bathroom door. She was mesmerized, scared, curious, and becoming aroused at what was happening. Surely her Mom wasn’t going to let Kathleen do anything! Brenda thought back to college, when she and her friend Tammy had a few kisses and playful titty feels after a drunken fart party. Brenda stepped lightly and looked between the door edge and the door jamb. By shuffling a few inches to the center, Brenda had an angle view into the vanity all length mirror. She watch silently as Kathleen massaged, pulled, teased, and tormented her mother’s tits.



Kathleen immediately sensed her muscles relaxing. "That's a good girl. Just relax and let Mommy Kathleen make you feel better." Janet's eyes shot open. "Did she say "MOMMY KATHLEEN"?



"How do my hands feel rubbing your breasts, Janet? Just relax, close your eyes, and let MOMMY KATHLEEN take you to another world." Janet’s jaw dropped. There it was again, ‘Mommy Kathleen.’



Kathleen continued to coo and knead Janet’s sensitive breasts. She sensed she was ready for the kill. Janet’s sensitive nipples were so close under the fabric of the sun dress and the lacy bra. Kathleen knew once she got her fingers on those nipples, Janet would be hers. Kathleen knew it would only be a matter of time before she had Janet as her sex slave.



Kathleen pushed the shoulder straps of the sun dress down Janet’s arms. When she did this, her fingers caught in the bra straps pushing them down Janet’s arms also. As the bra cups pulled away from her breasts, Janet felt Kathleen's fingers nudging the sides of her breasts as she massaged them. Never, in her life, had Janet felt so excited by the touch of another person, especially the touch of another woman!



"Janet, drop your arms for your new Mommy, so I can remove your bra." Janet, hearing Kathleen speak those words, felt a tingle all the way down to her pussy.



Why was Kathleen saying these things? Why was she reacting to Kathleen this way? Why didn’t she resist and ask Kathleen to leave? Her thoughts were shocked back to reality when she heard Kathleen again say: "Janet, my pretty little sex slave, do as your Mommy commands and drop your arms."



Janet, not understanding why, did as she was instructed. She felt her bra being unclasped from the front and slowly being drug across her nipples. "Now you gorgeous slut, your tasty nipples are mine."



Kathleen reached her strong fingers over each breast orb and grasped Janet’s elongated nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Janet was shell shocked. What had happened to the nice neighborly woman who had always been so nice to her? Why was she acting this way? More importantly, why was she allowing Kathleen to treat her this way? Her buried sexual feelings had been brought to the surface by this beautiful, strong woman and Janet felt too weak to deny her demands.



"Little hot pussy girl, tell your Mommy how much you love having you nipples pinched and pulled." Kathleen didn't need to hear the actual words from Janet's lips, her body's reactions were a dead give away that Janet's resistance had worn down and she could no longer resist Kathleen’s advances.



Pulling on Janet’s long sensitive nipples until the smaller woman was melting like butter; Kathleen removed her hands from Janet’s breasts and placed one hand in the middle of Janet’s back and the other on her shoulder. Gently but with firm resolve, Kathleen pushed Janet over until her elbows rested on the vanity counter top. The mirror showed the entire scene. Kathleen nibbled, licked, and kissed her way up Janet’s sensitive spine. Her hands, having guided Janet to a new position, returned to massaging, pinching, pulling, and teasing those long hard nipples. Kathleen pulled Janet's sun dress skirt up over her ass. Janet moaned in concert with a gasp from Brenda.



"Slut Janet, I'm going to pull your panties down so I can massage that beautiful ass of yours."

Kathleen pulled Janet’s panties down slowly. She had to tug the crotch band of the thong out of Janet's sopping pussy slit. Kathleen felt the strip of material that had been lodged between Janet's pussy lips.



“Ahh yes,” Kathleen hissed, “just as I suspected. Your hot little pussy has these thong panties soaked with sweet pussy juice. Why have you soiled your panties with your pussy juice? Did Mommy give you permission to do that? You'll have to be punished for this indiscretion."



Janet felt Kathleen's soft, but strong fingers rub her buttocks, massaging each globe between her strong hands. Janet moaned as she felt Kathleen spread her ass cheeks exposing her asshole. Kathleen took her index finger and ran it across her little hole. Janet gasped! She had never had anyone touch her in this place.



Janet felt humiliated, but at the same time aroused, by her Mommy's exploring fingers. There, she'd said it, her Mommy. Janet couldn't believe what she'd just said, ‘her MOMMY’! She was a former wife and the mother of a daughter, yet she was being intimately stroked and worked up like a bitch in heat! Kathleen cupped Janet's pussy with the palm of her hand and pressed her thumb against Janet's asshole.



"Slut Janet, raise your fine little ass so I can finger fuck you. Have your ever had anything stuck up this cute little asshole?" Janet choked out a weak reply, "no, never." Janet felt a stinging slap on her ass cheek. ”When you address me, address me as Mommy Kathleen. Do you understand Slut?”



And with that, Kathleen slapped Janet's pussy with the palm of her hand. "Yes Mommy Kathleen" replied Janet. Janet felt her asshole expand to accept the thumb being pushed into it. Never, in her life, had Janet felt anything so exciting, yet humiliating at the same time.



Kathleen, her thumb now buried up to her hand in Janet's tight ass, placed her four fingers at the entrance of Janet's pussy. Her fingers immediately felt the heat of her body as she cupped her sweet little pussy. Janet just about came as she felt Kathleen's finger tips touch her extended clit. Then, as quickly as she began, Kathleen removed her hand.



Brenda was mesmerized by what she saw. She could not believe it, yet this was the hottest thing she had ever seen in her young life. The HOTTEST thing she had ever heard of or read. She bent forward from the waist. Her hands grabbed the hem of the short skirt she wore and lifted it up and over her waist. Brenda massaged her fat full pussy lips through the lace material of her thong panties. As her finger-tips passed along her slit, Brenda could feel the flood of juices that had run from her cunt. “OMG,” she thought, “like Mother; like daughter! My pussy is as soaked as Mom’s and no one has touched me.”



"Damn, you are a natural blonde and you're shorter than I thought. Spread those legs slut baby," Kathleen whispered. Janet let her legs slide outward, lowering her rump until it was nearly even with Kathleen’s hips. Janet had given up then. The fire in her pussy overruled the thoughts in her confused head. She felt Kathleen slide a finger into her soaked pussy and then a second.



"Fuck, your tight baby," Kathleen said as Janet's inner muscles clamped down hard on the invading fingers. Glancing into the mirror, Janet saw the look of pleasure that crossed her face.



"Charles must not have fucked you very often, or maybe he a little needle dick. Is that it baby? Was your husband hung like a little boy?"



"Ohhhhh," Janet moaned quietly as Kathleen began to pump her fingers slowly in and out.



"Which is it slut girl?" Kathleen said as she increased the tempo.



"He wasn’t very big and we don't do it often for the last 3 years," Janet hissed, totally lost in sensation now.



"OHH REALLY! Well slut girl, I think it's time you got stretched," Kathleen said as she withdrew her fingers until just the tips were inside Janet's pussy entry. Kathleen placed a third finger tightly against the two she was using. She knew she was in control. She had been with enough reluctant women to know the signs. Once their bodies took over and they stopped thinking a dominant girl could tell. Mrs. Janet Prescott was at that point, her eyes were half closed and her legs were quivering. Kathleen waited until the lovely woman pushed back on her long fingers and smiled broadly.



Janet groaned as she felt the three fingers being pressed into her. The ring of muscles at her entrance involuntarily clamped down on them. Kathleen continued to press forward with her hand and the muscles slowly gave way. With a little shock that was both painful and pleasurable Kathleen’s fingers slid into Janet's silken fuck hole. Kathleen slowly worked her fingers in and out, watching Janet's face in the mirror the entire time. When all three fingers were slick and well lubricated she pulled them out and thrust her pinky into Janet's hot pussy.



A couple of quick thrusts and Kathleen pulled her hand back out and curled all four fingers together. She pressed inward firmly. Janet's eyes shot open when she felt herself being stretched open like never before.



"What are you doing?" Janet whined as she tried to move forward and away from Kathleen's hand. Pressed against the vanity counter top Janet was in no position to escape the relentless pressure. Kathleen continued to press inward against the moist yielding flesh until the widest part of her hand bumped against the outside of Janet's widely stretched walls. Janet moaned as the girl began to fuck her with all four fingers. The driving rhythm was hard and fast and Janet found her body responding to it. Her hips thrust back to meet Kathleen's hand and her inner muscles clenched and unclenched trying to hold the fingers inside.



When she fully opened her eyes, the visual stimulation from the image in the mirror sent a quiver through her. Her hair was falling in her face and her expression was one of bliss. Kathleen was watching her hand with rapt attention as most of it disappeared into the tight pink cavern. Janet closed her eyes again and tried to relax and just enjoy the sensations. She knew she would have to deal with the guilt later, but she was now at the point where stopping it wouldn't succeed in doing anything but leaving her in desperate need of sex. At least that was what she was telling herself.



Kathleen pushed her fingers in deep and held them there while using her thumb to stroke Janet's wildly stretched lips. Janet moaned quietly and pulled herself forward a little and pushed back on Kathleen's still fingers. Kathleen's thumb was now slick with Janet's juices and Kathleen smiled slightly. She had never seen a woman get so wet, so fast. Janet's honey pot was simply overflowing and a rivulet of her juices was running down the inside of her thigh. Kathleen curled her thumb into the palm of her hand, making a cone of her four fingers over the tip of her thumb.



Kathleen placed her free arm across the small of the Janet’s back and dropped her shoulder so her forearm was lined up perfectly with Janet's wet pussy. She applied a slow but steady pressure, watching with fascination as her fingers slowly disappeared in between Janet's swollen dripping wet pussy lips.



Janet's eyes shot open when she felt the shock of Kathleen's hand being pressed home. The thumb in the palm made her feel absolutely stuffed. But it wasn't that bad until the wide part of Kathleen's hand reached the ring of muscles at the pussy entrance. Janet panicked and tightened her whole body, trying to force the invading fingers out, but to no avail.



"No, please..It hurts," she panted.



"Shhh, just relax slut baby. Your hot little pussy is so wet you won't even feel it going in if you just relax,"



Janet tried to move away, but she realized she had put herself in a totally vulnerable position. The seemingly unbearable pressure built as Kathleen continued with the steady pressure and Janet had the fleeting thought she was going to have her pussy torn open. The widest part of Kathleen's hand was now wedged between her lips and Janet's muscles gave just a fraction.



The air was forced from Janet's lungs as the Kathleen's hand suddenly moved forward a few inches. Janet's nether lips were now gripping Kathleen's wrist and her inner muscles were wildly clamping down on her hand. Kathleen began to rotate her hand inside the steamy cavern and Janet moaned.



"See baby? I told you your pussy knows best. Tell me this isn’t the best feeling you ever had. And pretty little slut girl, Mommy has another surprise for you. This is why I have to open your sweet hot pussy. I am going to introduce you to the most marvelous penis your ever had. A penis that is will work your little pussy to a foaming frothing lather. A penis that is going to fuck you so good and so long you may cum a dozen times. Can you cum a dozen times for Mommy little slut whore girl?” Kathleen said in a husky whisper.



Kathleen continued to rotate her hand while pushing deeper and retreating slightly. Janet had never felt anything like it. The sensation of being so totally full was exquisite and now that the almost intolerable pressure of entry was gone there were no signals going to her brain that weren't pleasure. She felt Kathleen's fingers spread wide inside her and begin to caress places Janet never even knew she had. Kathleen's free hand left her back now and soon the girl began to stroke Janet's hypersensitive clit. Those questing fingers inside found a place she had never been touched before and within a few strokes Janet's body exploded in an orgasm of epic proportions.



It began with a massive contraction that seemed to come from deep within her. Every muscle in her body seemed to follow her pussy's lead and for a raw split second if felt like her skin would be torn off. This was followed by release as the muscles all relaxed at once. Almost unbearable pleasure came hard on the heels of that relaxation; blending into a sensation so overwhelming that Janet's mind could barely cope. A second contraction followed and then another. Separate sensations stood out like giant waves on the sea of pleasure deluging her mind. Kathleen's thumb grinding against her clit, the girl's hand filling her like nothing ever had, her fingers stroking that place deep inside all hit with their own bursts of intensity amid a tide of pleasure that was in and of itself beyond the married woman's experience. Janet's ragged moans filled the small room and reverberated around until it sounded like a chorus of ecstatic voices raised as one.



The next thing Janet was aware of was an obscene squishing sound as Kathleen gently withdrew her hand. Kathleen kissed, nibbled, and spoke softly to Janet. She wiped Janet’s face, back, tits, and thighs with a cool cloth dampened with cold water. Caressing her softly and kissing her with ardor, Kathleen waited until Janet's breathing returned to normal. Janet tried to stand and nearly collapsed. Kathleen moved quickly to steady the little blonde. Janet's legs felt like rubber and Kathleen was forced to hold her upright for a time.



Brenda turned and rapidly walked from her mother’s bedroom. As she entered the hallway and scurried to her room, she heard Kathleen say, “Follow me slut whore. Your hot pussy has just begun its orgasmic journey. I have a charming boy at my house I want you to meet. And my slut whore Darling, you will become his new bride and bitch!”



Brenda shivered at the words, wondering who this phantom male she had never seen could be? To her knowledge, Kathleen had a huge dog, and nothing more. Brenda darted into her room and closed her door to the hallway. She quickly entered her small bathroom and closed that door. For all intent and purpose, Brenda wasn’t at home.