Chapter 7

When I woke up, I found myself tangled up with Mom, who was sleeping with her arm draped over my waist and her head nuzzled between my breasts. I really had to pee, but it felt so comfortable and warm laying there with her that I stayed and stroked her hair for a while. Eventually, she woke up and started to stroke my body, her hands gliding over my skin, sending shivers of pleasure through me. I couldn’t help but moan softly as her touch ignited a fire within me.

Her fingers danced along my curves, tracing the contours of my body, and I felt my arousal growing with each caress. I looked into her eyes, seeing desire and love reflected there. She leaned in and whispered, “You’re so beautiful, Gloria,” her breath hot against my ear.

Slowly, she moved her hand down to the apex of my thighs, her fingers gently parting my folds. I gasped as she touched my most intimate place, feeling her explore the moistness of my folds. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with lust and tenderness, as she brought her hand back up and looked at her fingers, smiling as she took a sniff.

I was sure she was about to taste my cream like she had done the night before, and my eyes went wide and I inhaled a breath in anticipation. Mom quickly put the fingers in my open mouth instead, and I was so surprised I closed my lips around them while I continued to stare at her with an amazed expression.

“Use your tongue, baby girl. You taste so fucking good,” she whispered.

I hesitated for a moment, feeling a sense of self-consciousness and vulnerability wash over me. But at the same time, there was a sense of excitement and arousal as I tasted myself on my mom’s fingers for the first time. In fact, it was the first time I had ever tasted pussy, and it was a strange and intense sensation. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pleasure and satisfaction as I explored my own flavor.

“Mmmm,” my mom said as she watched me clean her fingers off. “I wish I could bottle your cream up and drink it at lunch.” She pulled her fingers out of my mouth then moved them back down until she could stroke them through my slit again. As her fingers moved back and forth, she brushed against the spot at the top of my pussy and my whole body spasmed.

After a few strokes, she brought her wet fingers back and put them up to her own mouth. She stuck her tongue out and licked and slurped each digit while she looked right at me. Then she reached behind my head and pulled me in for a kiss. Our tongues exchanged the taste of my cream as they danced against each other. If it had gone on much longer, I probably would have had my first orgasm with another person right then and there.

Suddenly though, on the nightstand, her phone dinged and she rolled over and picked it up to look at the screen. “Oh my God, I’m going to be late for work!” she exclaimed, jumping up from the bed and rushing to get dressed.

As she hurried around the room, she looked back at me, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and regret. “Remember, you’re not allowed to touch yourself, baby girl,” she said, her voice firm but gentle. “That pussy is my responsibility now and I decide what happens to it. I’ll be thinking about you all day.” She blew me a kiss and hurried out.

I got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. I was very conscious of the camera following me as I sat down on the toilet to pee, then as I started the shower. After drying off, I headed down towards my room with my hair wrapped in a towel but otherwise naked as was demanded of me.

“You looked very sexy in the shower this morning, Gloria,” said the voice as I entered my bedroom. “It was quite enjoyable.”

I shrugged and stared at the camera, waiting for what came next.

“Alright, slut,” the voice purred, its tone sending a shiver down my spine. “Let’s get you dressed. Start with the garter belt.”

I picked up the black lace garter belt that the voice had instructed me to wear. The fabric was sheer and barely covered anything, making me feel exposed and vulnerable as I slipped it on.

“Good girl,” the voice drawled, its tone dripping with lust. “That garter belt looks delicious on you. Now let’s get that tight little pussy inside some thongs, shall we?”

I slid the thong panties up my legs and they felt very nice as they wrapped around my very smooth labia. I gulped as I remembered that Mom would be checking that smoothness closely again on Wednesday evening.

“That is a pretty little pussy,” said the voice. “Those panties are showing off your slit nicely. Let’s get those hose on and attached to the garters now.”

Next, I picked up the black, lace-trimmed thigh-high stockings and oriented them for a moment before sliding them up my legs. The sheer fabric hugged my skin tightly, making me feel even more exposed. Then I attached the garters on the front and back.

“Now, put on the black lace bra,” the voice commanded. I slipped it on, the fabric barely covering anything and making me feel even more vulnerable. The bra was a push-up style, lifting my breasts up and emphasizing my cleavage. The top of my breasts were exposed, the black lace barely covering my nipples. I felt even more exposed and vulnerable, my tits on full display for the voice in the webcam to see and comment on.

“Look at those tits,” the voice sneered, its tone laced with satisfaction. “They look so fuckable in that bra. You’re such a slut, Gloria.”

I blushed furiously, but I had to admit I looked really good at the moment.

“Now, put on the white button-up blouse,” the voice instructed. I slipped it on, leaving several buttons undone as instructed. My cleavage was on full display, and the thin fabric allowed a teasing glimpse of the black lace bra beneath. I then paired the blouse with a short, black leather skirt that barely covered the tops of my pantyhose, the hem kept riding up as I moved, threatening to expose my naked ass cheeks to the world.

“Mmm, look at all that ass girl,” the voice commented as it had me spin slowly around in front of the camera. “You’re going to have all the boys drooling over you today.”

As I adjusted my outfit while looking in the mirror, the voice in the webcam continued to make lewd comments about how slutty I looked, describing in detail the way my body was on display. I couldn’t help but feel humiliated and degraded, but I knew that I had no choice but to endure the torment.

After I was fully dressed, I sat down at my vanity to do my hair and makeup. My mom and I had gotten our hair cut the same way at the salon over the weekend, and it was more involved than when I kept it long and straight down my back. It was still long, but I had to do more with the brush and other products to get it to look just right. I was probably going to have to get used to it, since I doubt the voice was going to let me go out in just a ponytail any more.

As for my makeup, the voice had instructed me to wear more than I was used to. I applied a light foundation to even out my skin tone, and added a bit of blush to give my cheeks a rosy glow. I also added some mascara to my lashes, making them look longer and fuller. To finish off the look, I applied a nude lipstick to my lips, giving them a glossy shine.

I looked in the mirror, and I had to admit that I looked kind of slutty. The voice and my mom had definitely succeeded in making me look more provocative and alluring, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease and discomfort. But I also knew that I had no choice but to obey the voice’s commands, and I knew that I had to do whatever it took to survive this ordeal.

Finally, I slipped on a pair of black, strappy high heels that made my legs look even longer and more enticing. As I looked in the mirror, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of amazement at the reflection staring back at me. I knew I looked like a slut, and the thought of showing off my body to the world filled me with fear and trepidation.

“Now go out there and be the little slut I know you can be,” the voice commanded, its tone laced with satisfaction.

So now I found myself on the bus, crammed into the corner in the back so as few people as possible could see me. I had already gotten several disapproving looks from other passengers when I got on the bus, and one older man had just leered and watched me move towards the back. He was still staring at me every time I looked up, but I did my best to ignore him.Top of Form I had other things on my mind.

First, of course, was that my mom wanted to fuck me. Not only fuck me, but make me submit to her. That kind of worried me, but the most worrying part was that the thought of doing stuff with her really turned me on. I had masturbated before, so I knew that I was really close to having an orgasm this morning when she was stroking my pussy lips and teasing my slot with her finger. Part off me really wanted to keep doing things like that with her, even though I knew it was so wrong. Bottom of Form

My other worry was that I looked like an absolute slut. The thought of being out in public and facing even the few friends I had at the junior college was making me almost have a panic attack. When I got off the bus and walked towards class, I could tell everyone was looking at me. I saw several guys go out of their way to walk near me and say “hello” but I just kept my eyes down and ignored them

When I walked into my first class, my friend Rosa was staring wide eyed at me as I took a seat next to her. “Damn, girl,” she said. “You look hot as fuck. What’s gotten into you?”

“I can’t talk about it,” I answered. I felt my face blushing as I said it.

Throughout the class, I could feel Rosa’s eyes on me, and I knew that she was curious about my transformation. When the class was over, the instructor asked me to stay behind, her eyes leering at me in a way that creeped me out a little. She was a middle-aged woman, not super attractive but not really ugly either.

“Gloria, I’ve noticed that you’ve been struggling a bit in class,” she said, and her voice seemed to drip with lust. “But I think I can help you improve your grade. You see, I’ve been watching you, and I think you have a lot of potential. I think you could really benefit from some extra credit work.” She wasn’t looking at my face while she was talking, instead she was looking me up and down.

I nodded, feeling a sense of unease and discomfort. I knew that the instructor was offering me help based on how hot I looked now, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of disgust and humiliation. But I also knew that I needed to improve my grade, and I was willing to do whatever it took.

“Uh ... sure Ms. Woodward. What kind of extra credit?” I replied.

She handed me her phone and said, “Put your number in for me, dear. I’ll let you know what I come up with for you.”

I added myself as a contact and handed the phone back to her. “Hang on,” she said as she held up the phone to take my picture. “I really like your new look, Gloria. It shows initiative in achieving your goals.”

“Yeah, like my goal was to be a slut,” I thought.

I blushed again for like the millionth time already today, but said, “Thank you, Ms. Woodward. I look forward to hearing from you.” Then I rushed out of the classroom and into the first restroom I came to. I banged open a stall door then shut and locked it as I sat down on the toilet with my head in my hands. I wanted to cry, but no tears came out. I just sat there taking some deep breaths, trying to get myself psyched up for the rest of the day.

Right after lunch, I got my first message from the voice. “Make sure your earbuds are charged up,” was all it said. I glanced at them in their case, and everything seemed fine. I figured this was just a way for the voice to reach out to remind me it was still there. I managed to make it through my other classes without incident, although I was still getting a lot of looks from all the other students. It was mostly the guys, but several girls were looking me over as well.

I was about to head out of my last class when I got another message. “Put your earbuds in, answer the call, then take the bus to Dickerson Pike. You know the place.”

I stared at the message for several moments in disbelief. I had no desire to go back to that bathroom stall again, and I especially didn’t want to go to that part of town with how I was dressed. Then I got an incoming call so I quickly put one earbud in and answered it.

“Good afternoon, Gloria,” said the voice. “I hope you’ve had a great day so far. We’re really looking forward to you doing your extra credit work for Ms. Woodward. Only a real slut would use her sexy body to get better grades. We’re very proud of you.”

Oh ... my ... God ... They can hear what’s going on without a call in progress. They must have an app installed on my phone or my bag is bugged. What the fuck? I was seriously in some deep shit now, and I knew it.

“Thanks,” I mumbled as I headed towards the bus stop. I had to go to the downtown hub again, but within the hour I was stepping off the bus at the stop across the street from the laundromat. I hurried to cross the road, and one car honked at me just as I reached the sidewalk. A young black man was hanging out the window, yelling out how hot I looked.

“Better hurry in before they circle back, little slut,” said the voice through my earbuds. I sobbed in anguish, but rushed ahead as fast as I could in the heels I had on. I entered the grimy bathroom and slammed the door behind me. The lock was still gone, so I pushed my back against the door and stood there as still as a statue, listening for anyone coming this way outside.

I heard a car drive across the gravel, and my heart sank. This was it. I was about to be raped on Dickerson Pike this old shitty bathroom. I just prayed they wouldn’t hurt me before they let me go. I was so scared I thought I would probably pee right there, but then I heard the car drive off.

“What’s wrong, Gloria?” asked the voice. “Afraid of some more dark meat? You already had one big black cock here, what would another one matter?”

“Please,” I begged. “Please don’t let them rape me. I’ve done everything you asked.”

I heard the voice laugh. “Oh, Gloria. It’s not rape if you’re a willing participant. A slut like you should want to get all the cock she can, right?”

I just shook my head and continued to lean back against the door, praying that this nightmare would end soon.

“Now then, step inside the stall please,” said the voice.

I moved away from the door and entered the stall. I could see the hole was still there on my left, but the overhead light seemed brighter. There was a hook on the wall over the toilet so I hung my backpack off it. I turned around and nearly screamed when I saw a picture of me taped to the door of the stall.

It was a closeup of me from the other day, with my hand wrapped around the penis that was sticking through the hole in the wall. I had on the blindfold, so you couldn’t see my entire face, but at the bottom of the photo was a caption that read, “For a Good Time – Come to the Gloria Hole!”

“Oh God!” I moaned out. “Why are you doing this to me? I’ve never done anything bad.”

“You’re a slut now, Gloria,” said the voice through my earbuds. “Good sluts need to advertise so they can pick up more customers. You’re going to make money and have fun, so just relax and enjoy it.”

I just put my hands over my eyes and started sobbing again. “I’m not a whore!” I cried out.

“Pull yourself together, Gloria. The sooner you finish here the sooner you can go home, right? First, I need you to take off your blouse, bra, and your skirt. Hang them over your backpack.”