Chapter 5

After that night, Margaret took delight in showing her control over me in front of Kate. It was as though a switch had been thrown in Margaret’s psyche and she realized for the first time that she not only enjoyed having a sexual servant to please her in bed but also enjoyed exposing my subservient role to Kate.

The night following the storm, as we sat in the Media Room watching some TV, Margaret asked me to come closer to her and rub her feet. Previously, before the stormy night, the three of us had sat apart watching TV as any normal family might. But now, I was called to do an intimate, and subservient task for Margaret in front of Kate. Kate watched carefully as I moved over to rub Margaret’s feet and continued watching as I was instructed to continue up her legs. My heart sank as I continued to the point where my hands went under Margaret’s dress and up to her inner thighs. Margaret’s eyes were on Kate and Kate’s eyes were on where my hands were. When I felt Margaret’s panties with the tops of my fingers, I looked at her pleadingly hoping she would tell me to stop. But instead, she actually said out loud – “Jenna, pull them off.”

I wished there was a way to run out of the room, take Kate’s hand and leave the house. But instead, I reached up and pulled her panties down and off of her ankles. Margaret then lay back on the couch and told me to continue the massage. I reached back under her dress and began lightly rubbing her pussy, without trying to get Margaret too stimulated and without trying to masturbate her. Margaret would have none of that, and with her hand over her dress, pushed my hand hard onto her pussy and moved it back and forth, instructing me on what she wanted. I followed her direction and began masturbating her as she lay on the couch, my daughter sitting next to me watching my every move. Kate said nothing during this whole time. Meanwhile, I was red with shame, my tummy was churning, my eyes were watering, and my ears burning with the thought that Kate was seeing my subordinate role and knowing that this was my job in the household.

Margaret wasn’t through. She placed my free hand on her breast and pressed down, instructing me to massage her breast while masturbating her. Eventually, she climaxed under my hands, all the while looking at Kate. Finally, she said, “Katie, I hope you didn’t mind that your mom and I got started a little early tonight.” Kate (who refused to let me to call her “Katie” after she turned 11) didn’t object to Margaret using her childhood name, and said in response - “No. It’s fine.” Margaret said to me, “Jenna, let’s go continue this in bed.” She got up and walked to the bedroom. I got up and followed, with Kate’s eyes watching as a walked down the long hallway into Margaret’s bedroom. I knew that Kate knew that I was going in there to provide sexual services to Margaret and that I couldn’t refuse.

Margaret stood at the bedroom doorway, waiting for me as Kate watched.

When I entered the doorway behind Margaret, I reached back to close the door, as usual. But Margaret said to leave it open and came back to the door and opened it fully. It was an obvious invitation if Kate wanted to watch her mother in action. Throughout the rest of the evening, as I lay nude between Margaret’s legs, as I rode her cock, and as we tribbed to give her a fourth orgasm of the night, I kept on looking back to the doorway. I wasn’t sure if I was pleased or disappointed that Kate never appeared at the door that night. But the sounds of the lovemaking did run out the open door and down the hall and Kate surely heard Margaret cry out, “Yes Jenna, that is it. You are SO GOOD.” And, later during my mandatory masturbation afterward, Kate heard Margaret telling me -- “Little Katie liked watching Mommy taking off her Mistress’s panties and giving Mistress a nice early cum on the couch. Did Mommy like it that little Katie got to see how Mommy can bring Mistress off?”

I wanted to say NO, that wasn’t what I wanted for Kate, but my moving fingers over inflamed pussy and my arched back in orgasm gave me away.

She said - “Yes, you did, didn’t you. You are such a mommy-slut Jenna.” I couldn’t deny it but said nothing.