Chapter 20: Mommy Becomes a Piss Whore

Clara

I stared at the tweet. It was the boldest one I had ever even thought of typing. It would be insane for me to tweet this. It would mean that my tweets were real. That I was creating these deviant and humiliating acts and not just starting rumors about them.

Girls were getting fucked and bred and pissed on because of my tweets. Mine!

Had I gone mad staying in my room for all these months? A shut-in afraid of the bullying. Had my mind slipped? Tweets did not change reality. That was something a crazy person would believe. I wasn’t crazy, was I?

No, no. I was sane. SANE!

I read the tweet again and again.

My mother is secretly a closeted dyke-whore and a pee-slut that wants to drink my urine and make me cum over and over again as she obeys my every command! #lezziemommy #pissdrinkingwhore #mommyslave

The test with the gymnasts making porn seemed to prove I could change reality. Mind control people into doing whatever I sent out on Twitter. Proving that it was the cesspool of the internet. The vilest social media sight of them all. It caused so much harm. I was proof of it.

In my sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt, I emerged from my bedroom. And not to make the quick dash to use the bathroom while hoping my mother wouldn’t yell at me about staying indoors. I was going downstairs. I would ... I would...

Stare in her eyes and send the tweet. I would find out once and for all if this was true.

I had gone two steps when my little sister’s door opened. Nelly popped out, her blonde hair swaying about her face. A look of disgust crossed the eighteen-year-old girl’s face. When we were younger, she used to look up to me. Idolize me. Now she despised me.

“Holy shit,” she sneered. Her nose wrinkled. “The Clara-bear emerges from hibernation. What are you up to creeping out of the den?”

I glared at her and darted for the stairs.

“God, you’re scared of your little sister!” she jeered. “That’s sad.”

I just couldn’t stand her looks. It was like those disgusted looks I got from school. I was a mousy girl. Not ugly, but plain. Quiet. I liked to read books, but they picked on me. All my life, they bullied me. I thought college would be different.

It wasn’t.

I almost fell hurtling down the stairs. I reached the first floor and sucked in breaths. I heard Mom in the kitchen. I trembled. I didn’t want to face her. She would be disappointed in me, too. She would sneer at me. Look down on me. She was so pissed at me.

Oh, yes, she was understanding. At first. But now...

I glanced at the tweet. If this worked...

I marched into the kitchen to find out if I had powers or not. The moment I entered, Mom turned her head. The smile on her lips died at the sight of me. She stopped scrubbing the sink to turn around and face me directly. Her brown hair fell around her face. It was a more lustrous shade than my dull locks. Her big boobs, which I envied so much since I still had A-cups, swelled in her blouse as she folded her arms beneath them.

“We have to talk, Clara,” she said, her words flat.

I swallowed and shivered. I should just hit the tweet. Find out. If it worked, I wouldn’t have to have this conversation. She had been trying for weeks now.

“It’s time you went back to college,” Mom said, her words hard. “Or move out.”

I flinched from the words. Move out? Go out into that cruel world. I trembled, the tears stinging my eyes. I expected her to tell me to go to college. I didn’t think she would kick me out of the house.

“It’s been nearly a full school year that you’ve been trapped in there.” Her nostrils flared. “You hardly come out except to use the restroom. So ... I won’t bring you any more food. No more doing your laundry. You have a month to find a new place to live or to re-enroll for next fall.”

I trembled. I was so scared. This was my worst nightmares. I glanced down at the prone.

“That won’t save you!” Mom hissed. “I mean it. I am—”

I hit tweet.

My mother is secretly a closeted dyke-whore and a pee-slut that wants to drink my urine and make me cum over and over again as she obeys my every command! #lezziemommy #pissdrinkingwhore #mommyslave

“—such a closet dyke-whore pee-slut!” Mom finished. Her entire demeanor had changed in an eye blink. She wasn’t angry at me. She didn’t have her arms folded across her chest. She wasn’t even dressed the same. She wore ... a thin bathrobe of sheer silk. Her nipples poked at the material, these dark shadows that sent this wave of heat through me.

“I just can’t hide it from you any longer, Clara,” Mom moaned, her voice throaty. “I can’t hide it. I want to drink your piss and make you cum and cum and cum!”

She ripped open her robes. I goggled at the sight of her big breasts heaving. They smacked together. She had a brown bush dripping with her excitement. I took a step back in shock even as the heat rippled through me.

“It worked,” I groaned, glancing at my phone. Already, the responses were coming in. Likes, retweets, and comments. People loved it.

“Make your mom drink your piss!”

“So fucking hot!”

“You rock, @realtweet!”

“I’ll be your piss slut, too!”

“Take a vid! Let’s see your whore-mother drinking your piss!”

“Wish my mother drank my piss and sucked my dick!”

“Holy shit,” I groaned as Mom fell to her knees. Her big boobs bounced. I wasn’t really gay, but...

It wasn’t that she was a woman, it was that she was under my power. That I could do whatever I wanted to her. My pussy clenched. The heat washed out of my cunt and rippled through my body. She looked up at me with such lust in her eyes.

“I am your lezzie mommy!” she moaned. “Your mommy slave. You can do whatever you want to me! Piss in my face. In my cunt! Use me, Mistress Clara!”

“Rip down my sweatpants and panties,” I moaned, feeling the urge to piss building in me. “Press your face in my cunt, Mom! No, Mommy! My mommy-whore. You’re my slut, now do what I say!”

“Yes, Mistress Clara!” Mommy groaned. She shot her hands out and grabbed the waistband of my sweatpants. She yanked them down my legs. I shuddered as she left me in my cheap panties from Walmart. I ripped off my shirt. I didn’t wear a bra.

Why bother when my tits were so small?

Mom hooked my panties and dragged them down my body next. I shuddered as she did it. A wave of heat rushed through me as she pulled my panties off my hips. A wave of heat rushed through me. I quivered, my cunt clenching. This was so hot. My heart fluttered faster and faster. She groaned at the sight of my brown bush.

“Such a yummy pussy,” she moaned and leaned in.

My mother’s brown hair rubbed against the inside of my thighs as she dragged my panties down past her knees. My eyes widened. I still couldn’t believe this was happening. That it was real, but there was my mother nuzzling her lips into my bush.

The curls rustled then her mouth pressed against my pussy lips. Another person touched me. A wave of heat rushed through me. I felt dizzy. My heart pounded as the woman then licked at me. Her tongue licked at me for a moment.

Then she moaned, “Piss in my mouth, Clara! Use your lezzie-mommy-whore as your personal toilet! I want to drink your urine!”

“God, yes,” I moaned as her lips sealed around my pussy. She suckled.

I shuddered at the sensation. I relaxed my bladder and let it flow. My piss gushed out into my mother’s mouth. I trembled at that stream of hot piss pouring into my mother’s mouth. I shuddered, my body quivering as my urine splashed against the back of her throat.

I could hear the noise. I shuddered at how wild that was. How naughty. Depraved.

Mom moaned as she gulped down my piss. She swallowed it. She drank it down like it was ambrosia, just slurping down the passion. My face contorted with the delight. I grabbed fistfuls of her brown hair and whimpered.

“Yes, yes, drink my pee!” I gasped. “Such a slutty mommy!”

“What?” gasped Nelly. She burst into the scene of our naked mother drinking my piss. “Holy shit, she is a pee slut. Just like it says on Twitter.”

“Yes, she is,” I moaned, savoring the thrill of dumping my piss into our mother’s mouth. “She loves it! Oh, my god, she loves it!”

I trembled, Nelly watching as our mother drank down my urine. Mom gulped it down as she nursed at my urethra. She moaned as she did, loving it. That was so fucked up. I loved it. My toes curled as my mother learned her lesson. She didn’t get to kick me out.

“You’re my lezzie-slut, aren’t you, Mommy?” I howled as I trembled through the thrill of the power I wielded. I could make anyone do anything.

“I am,” she moaned and licked at my pussy.

She lapped at me with hunger. I shuddered, her tongue stroking through my pussy lips. I had never felt anything like this. My own masturbation paled. I trembled as she brushed my clit. Sparks flared. I gasped, my small boobs jiggling.

My blonde little sister watched on in fascination. She squirmed there, her phone in her hand. She then took a picture of it and posted it to Twitter. My own phone dinged with a notification. She had replied with that picture to me.

“God, this is so hot,” my sister moaned. “You really do uncover all that kinky shit at your school. Then you found out what Mom was. How do you do it?”

“I’m amazing,” I groaned. “Right, Mommy?”

“So amazing, Mistress Clara!” She licked my cunt again. “Your pee is so nasty and your pussy is so yummy. Oh, I am in heaven. Mommy-slut heaven!”

She jammed her tongue deep into me. She swirled about my in cunt. I gasped as she did that. My head threw back, savoring the way her tongue danced around in my snatch. She stirred up my cunt. I love it. My face contorted with delight. I would have such a huge orgasm.

God, I would cum on my mother’s face and drown her in the pussy cream gushing out of me. I trembled, loving that revelation. I wanted her to drink every drop of my juices that I had. My back arched as her tongue feasted on me.

My sister watched on in awe. She wasn’t disgusted with me any longer. Oh, no, she saw that I was a girl who took charge of over mother. I made that bitch into a whore. My personal pee-slut. I shuddered, wishing I had to piss again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I moaned, my pussy clenching around her tongue. “This is so hot.”

Mother moaned into my cunt, unable to speak as her tongue was too busy lapping at my folds.

“Yes, yes, you’re going to make me cum, Mommy!”

“Make her cum!” Nelly purred.

This was good, but I needed more. I grabbed my phone off the counter. It was time for my sister’s secret to come out. I smiled as I typed. My sister gave me a curious look while Mom’s tongue plundered my cunt.

My little sister is my ass-licking sex-slave who savors rimming my dirty butthole! She wants the world to know and tattooed Clara’s Property on her lower back. #asslover #analrimmingsis #sisterslave

I hit send. My sister’s phone chirped. She gasped as she read the message, her hazel eyes bulging. “How did you know?” She turned and lifted the back of her shirt. “I just got it two days ago.”

There it was. Clara’s Property tattooed in cursive above her ass. She whirled back around and darted past me. She fell to her knees behind me and parted my butt-cheeks. She groaned at the sight of my asshole. She sniffed.

“Oh, god, I have wanted to lick this asshole for so long,” she moaned. “I want to worship your asshole, Clara. I want to love my big sis!”

She buried her face between my butt-cheeks and licked at my naughty backdoor. I gasped at how dirty that was. How filthy that made my little sister for doing that. Her tongue danced over my sphincter, the heat melting down to my cunt.

Mom licked and lapped at my pussy with hunger. She danced her tongue around in me. I groaned, my face twisting in delight as they both pleasured my holes. My butt-cheeks clenched about my little sister’s face.

This was amazing. Outstanding I loved every moment of what they did to me. I shuddered, my features twisting with the delight of their passion. They danced their tongue around my holes. My little sister drilled her tongue against my anal ring while Mom flicked my clit.

“Oh, my god,” I gasped as my sister’s tongue popped into my bowels. “You’re a nasty butt-lover, Nelly!”

She moaned and danced her tongue around in my asshole. She stroked my velvety flesh. The pleasure melted to my cunt being so thoroughly pleased by my mother’s tongue. She caressed my clit, driving me wild.

I gripped my phone. It held such power. I could do anything with it. A huge smile spread on my lips as my mother and sister brought me closer and closer to cumming. Their tongues caressed my holes. Mom suckled on my clit. Nelly fucked her tongue in and out of my bowels.

Came closer and closer to cumming. I squeezed my eyes shut as the pressure built in my cunt. I shuddered. My sister’s tongue swirled about in my bowels. Mom nibbled on my clit with her naughty lips. I groaned, my toes curling.

“You two fucking sluts!” I gasped. “You fucking whores are going to make me cum. Yes, yes, keep it up!”

“Just want to eat your asshole!” my sister moaned. “Such an anal lover!”

She plunged her tongue deep into my bowels. She swirled it around in me. I groaned, my face twisting in pleasure.

“You’re amazing, Mistress Clara.” Mom nibbled on my clit. “I want to be your pee-slut mommy-slave forever!”

“Yes!” I gasped and came.

My pussy convulsed. Juices gushed out and poured into my mother’s mouth. I trembled, my boobs quivering. My asshole writhed around my sister’s tongue. She swirled it about in me. I groaned, waves of delight washed through my body, flooding out of my cunt.

I bucked and groaned, smearing my twat on my mother’s lips. Her tongue lapped up my pussy cream. She drank down all that delight as I shuddered through my bliss. It was fantastic. Stars danced before my eyes.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, shuddering with the delight of my orgasm. “You fucking sluts are mine! All fucking mine!”

“Yes, Mistress Clara!” moaned Mom as she nuzzled into my pussy.

“Yours, yours, yours,” Nelly groaned. “My big sis is so fucking awesome.” She licked my asshole.

I wondered what else I could do with my phone. “Stop licking me,” I said, thinking. I gave my sister a tattoo and Mom changed clothes. “I bet I could.”

“Could, what, Mistress?” Mom moaned, lifting her face from my pussy. She had cream and piss on her lips and chin.

“This,” I groaned and typed fast. The moment I had it ready, I hit send.

I have big boobs, a perfect face, a supermodel figure. A perfect ten. #Claraisahottie #PerfectBabe

I shuddered as my big boobs jiggled before me. I gasped at the sight of them. I turned and whirled, running past my kneeling sister. My new breasts bounced before me while my hair whipped behind me. I burst into the first-floor bathroom and stared at the mirror.

I gasped. I hardly recognized myself. My face was flawless. No acne. No blemishes. My skin wasn’t sallow but flushed and full of life. There were subtle differences between my lips, my nose, and cheekbones. My hair was a lustrous brown, a rich hue instead of so dull and drab.

My tits were big and round. My nipples fat and hard. I stared at myself, awe falling over me. I looked at my stomach. Flat. My hips curving. I turned and gasped at the perky ass I had. I was hot. I could be a supermodel.

“I know you’re hot, big sis,” Nelly said, leaning in the doorway. She still was dressed in her shorts and tank top, her breasts as small as mine used to be. “But do you have to brag about it on Twitter?”

“I do,” I said then held up my phone. I snapped a selfie of myself and put it out there. “Every guy is going to want me.”

“Of course they do,” my sister moaned. “That ass ... God, can I lick that ass some more? Please!”

“Get naked,” I said. Mom was behind her, those big boobs of her nice, but sagging with her age. I had to make them perfect. They were my sex slaves. I wanted them to be as hot as possible.

My sister popped off her tank top. Her little mosquito bites appeared, barely budding tits. Her nipples small and pink. She unsnapped her shorts and slid off her shorts and panties in one go, wiggling her rump at Mom.

Mom stared at her youngest daughter’s rump and shuddered. She bit her lower lip. She had become a dyke who just wanted to lick every bit of twat she could, not just mine. That was so hot. I had changed her forever.

I typed my next tweet, smiling at them. My boobs jiggled with my slightest movement. I hit send.

My mommy and sister are perfect tens with huge tits and do whatever I command. They both have huge sex toy collections so that I can fuck them. #familyslaves #clarascunts #ClaraInCharge

I shuddered as their bodies changed in the blink of an eye. It was like Mom always had those huge knockers. They were J-cups or large, and so fucking perfect. Plump and soft, swaying as she moved. My petite sister looked even hotter with her new tits. They were F-cups now. Big and round, larger than my new boobs. Their faces changed, especially Mom’s. No more crow’s feet. Her skin had a youthful glow. The extra pounds were gone. The stretchmarks.

“Get a strap-on from your collection, Mommy!” I purred.

“You know about them?” she gasped. “Okay, honey.” She turned, her huge tits heaving, and rushed for the stairs. Her ass was gorgeous. Plump and jiggling as she ran.

“And you, slut,” I purred, “get a paddle from your collection so I can spank your bratty ass!”

“Yes, big sis!” Nelly moaned, her big boobs bouncing with her. She spun and darted away, that tramp stamp still there. Clara’s Property. God, this was so hot. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have this power.

Why? How? Did it matter?

I had been unknowingly using it for months. Just unleashing it on my college. I made girls be camwhores, had a security guard cum on girls’ faces for wearing too much makeup, made Mrs. Daniels into a whore for her male students, and the purity club into anal sluts. The home ec club was all really bred by the nerds of the chess club. Pete had knocked up the cheerleaders and Bjorn was really fucking his little sisters and knocking them up.

I was a Goddess. I had such power to reshape reality with a single tweet.

I headed to the dining room table as Nelly ran back in. She held a wooden paddle in her hand, her big boobs bouncing. She stopped before me and thrust that into my hand, her eyes wild with lust for me. She quivered.

“Bend over the table,” I purred and set the paddle on the table.

She did that, presenting that gorgeous rump. I was coming to love the sight of a girl’s ass more and more. I loved this power I had. My cunt clenched as Mom came running up, her huge tits bouncing with her every step. She held a thick, flesh dildo in her hand.

“Put it on me,” I purred. “Make sure it’s perfect. I am going to fuck you so hard with it.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she moaned and fell to her knees. Her big boobs smacked together. I loved the sight of those tits swaying together. Her nipples thrust fat and hard from her tits.

She held out the harness. I stepped into the rubber. She dragged it up my legs. I quivered, my cunt clenching. This was it. She worked the straps higher and higher. She slid it over my rump. They stretched around my waist while the base of the dildo rubbed into my pussy.

Into my clit.

I gasped at that. It felt so nice on me. I shuddered as Mom stood back up. She licked her lips, this look of delight on her. She wanted me to fuck her hard. I could tell she couldn’t wait for me to fuck her hard with my big dildo.

“Pick up the paddle and spank your daughter for being a bratty bitch!” I hissed. My sister might worship me now, but I had been enduring her snide comments and insults for months now. “Punish that little whore for being a cunt to me!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Nelly moaned. “I was so bad. I couldn’t help myself. It scared me how much I wanted to lick your asshole like a dirty anal-slut, big sis. I’m so, so, so sorry.”

Mom picked up the paddle as I moved up behind her. I was a few inches taller, which worked out perfectly. I pressed the dildo up between her thighs and found her cunt. I rubbed my dildo back and forth through her pussy folds until I found the entrance.

I thrust into my mother. I gasped at the pressure on my clit while she moaned. This was wild. My face contorted from the delight. I went deeper and deeper into her cunt while I hugged her from behind. I grabbed her big boobs, my plump tits rubbing into her back. I squeezed her big jugs.