Chapter 4: Cookies & Milk

Mother and daughter. I made them both mine. I use them however I want.

My energy is already coming back. I’m not as exhausted after sex as I used to be in my old body. This guy is incredible.

I currently possess the body of Kadir. Just finished using him to fuck his wife, Grace. Made her squirt against her will all over their daughter Ella, strapped helplessly underneath her mother.

Grace is a small but curvy woman in her mid 30s. Her hair is shoulder length, classy and expensive with blonde and brown highlights. She has a soft, fair-skinned body, tits on the bigger side, ass and hips nice and thick. She lays on top of her daughter, her crotch squatting down over the girl’s face in 69 position.

Her 18 year old daughter Ella is strapped faceup beneath her. Her legs are stretched wide toward the bottom two corners of the bed. Her hands are strapped tightly down at her sides. Her black hair, long and sleek, splays out under her. Ella is very petite. She looks extremely young for her age, a late bloomer. And her parents have spoiled her so much that she remains naive and innocent for her age. She has a nice almond skin-tone, a mix of her daddy’s darker Turkish and mommy’s pale Irish complexions.

I shift to the side of the girls a bit and pull Grace by the hips. Pussy in a low 69 position directly over Ella’s face. I slap her thick ass a few times. She shifts slightly, but isn’t fully aware of things anymore, still limp, still on the verge of consciousness. I slap again and again. And finally, I see some of my cum oozing out of her vagina onto her daughter’s face under her. I dig my fingers in her sloppy hole and scoop more of it out, wiping it over the girl’s lips and nose.

I reach under Grace, squeezing at lower belly, pelvic area, coaxing more cum out. Her body has little control over anything anymore. Still dripping a bit of squirt, now the creampie seeps out, caking the helpless little girl.

I leisurely sit leaning on Grace’s comfy pillow ass for a few minutes, just playing with her pussy, digging around, fingering, wiping on Ella. Finally I feel her start to come back to her senses, body start to tense up again, realizing what happened, starting to whimper and silently cry into the sheets.

I smack her ass. “Ok time to clean up. Be a good house wife. Ella, your mommy’s gonna clean you up, don’t worry.”

I detach all Grace’s restraints, leaving the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, but letting her move freely. She’s weak, still shaking a bit, barely able to roll over and lift herself. But I keep coaxing her, giving her little slaps on the haunches, flicks on the nipples.

“Come on, bend down, face right here.” I get her over Ella, face to face with her daughter. The girl lays face up, arms strapped at her hips, helplessly staring up at her mommy.

“Lick. Clean it all up. I want her spotless. Come on, if I taste any of my cum later, you’re in deep shit.”

I remove Grace’s gag temporarily, pulling out the soaked disgusting wad of her own dirty panties from her mouth. She coughs, but I’ve broken her enough, she knows not to resist, not to scream. I grab a fistful of her hair and push her face down. She lays on her daughter, trying not to put all her weight on the poor girl.

Grace tentatively opens her mouth and reaches out her tongue. Her face pinched in a sour expression, trying not to gag. “Come on, like you’ve never tasted my cum before.” She hesitates and makes a weird face. “Wait really, you never have? What the fuck, you’re so vanilla.” I laugh and shove her face into it, tongue forced into clump of slimy white jizz. She licks.

“Swallow it.” She gags slightly, and I slap the back of her head in punishment. Finally she pulls herself together a bit and starts lapping it all up slowly.

While she works, hunched over, licking and slurping up my cum off her daughter’s quivering face, I move to behind her. I lift her ass up a bit, getting her on her knees again, straddled over Ella’s midsection. And I just play around with her sloppy mess of a cunt, still oozing a bit of jizz. I stick a couple fingers in and wiggle around for my own amusement.

Grace stops licking, uncomfortable, sensitive. “I told you to lick, bitch!” I shove two fingers in hard and she whimpers and gets back to work. I act angry, but I’m secretly trying to distract her and make it hard for her to concentrate.

I pull out of the pussy and slide my wet fingers up to the puckered brown hole above. I know she’s probably not very clean or prepared down there yet, so I don’t intend on getting too dirty. But she doesn’t know that.

She stops again, whipping her head around. Shocked expression on her face, staring into my eyes. Such pretty blue eyes, I just noticed.

“What are you doing?” She demands before realizing she shouldn’t have spoken like that. I raise an eyebrow.

I pounce on her, quickly grabbing her hair with one hand, smushing her face down on the bed slightly off the side of Ella. She’s so much weaker than me, it’s simple to hold her here. With her out of the way, I use my other hand to clamp down on Ella’s long black hair. Gripping hard to both girls, I twist, inflicting excruciating pain on their scalps as I almost rip their hair out at the roots. I bury Grace’s face in the sheets to muffle her agonizing scream, Ella’s scream muffled by her gag.

Only a few seconds of this and Grace is screaming for forgiveness, pleading for me to stop, mostly for the pain she knows her daughter is in.

“I don’t stop until you both stop screaming!” It takes them a full 20 seconds to get the idea. I feel a slight tearing in Grace’s hair, she forces herself to stop, and starts trying to calm Ella.

A few moments later, finally, peace and quiet. I let go. They both lay panting, whimpering, crying quietly.

I give them a moment, and then I force Grace back on her hands and knees over her daughter, pushing her face back towards Ella’s, “Lick!” She gathers herself and slowly starts cleaning again.

I let her get a little further and then continue my cruel distractions again. I sit behind her, legs cross Indian style between both girls’ legs. I feel like a kid at Christmas, playing with his new toys.

Grace on her hands and knees, her ass pointing right at me, I spread her cheeks. Her little brown asshole winks at me, and she reflexively clenches in surprise. But she continues lapping away. I gather some slimy fluid still leaking from her sticky pussy, and then start wiping and smearing it around her puckered asshole. A squeak of discomfort escapes her mouth, but she keeps licking.

I play around, rubbing, poking, prodding, flicking her dirty hole. I smile, leaning a bit to the side to glance back and forth between her ass and her face. Her tongue still licking away, a sour disgusted look on her face, her eyebrows furrowed.

A few more minutes and Ella is completely spotless. “Oh look, Ella, I think mommy’s got you all clean again. Here, let daddy take a look.”

I crawl around to the girl’s face and lean in close. Grace did a great job of cleaning her daughter with her mouth. Ella’s face smells a bit like spit, but not really any hint of my cum or other nasty fluids. Her silky black hair still smells a bit like pussy, from her mother’s squirt. But I don’t mind, it gives her such a lewd, erotic musk. A break in her purity. Though 18, she’s as innocent and inexperienced as a little girl. And the smell of sex fluids on her is beautifully at odds with that innocence.

Ella still lays strapped down flat in the center of the big bed. Grace sits freely next to her, afraid to move, waiting for my next commands. I look at her, she can’t bring herself to look into my eyes anymore. She shivers, arms wrapped around her chest, concealing her breasts. She still has her tight white tank top on, but the chest is ripped wide open. What’s left of her ripped gray shorts is wrapped like a skirt around her waist, draping down and covering her crotch, keeping her modest as she sits there, but the ripped clothing giving her such a ravaged look.

“Babe, sit at the headboard. Lean your back against it.” Grace winces at the pet name I have the audacity to use while raping them. I ignore it and just point to the head of the bed, a fancy gray cushioned headboard. She opens her mouth to say something, I cock my head at her, and she quickly closes it again, remembering not to complain. She crawls reluctantly over there. I give her ass a little pat as she goes. I help her get comfy, propping some pillows behind her, making her sit upright.

Her wrists and ankles still have detachable bondage cuffs on them. I leave her legs to lay freely, straight out in front of her. I look up. The beautiful bed has vertical posts running up from each corner, and horizontal beams connecting the tops of those posts, with pulled back curtains draping down from them. I attach straps from her wrists up tightly to the horizontal beam above. Her arms are up diagonally, out in a ‘Y’ shape above her head.

She whimpers, “Please stop this.” I sigh, finishing up her arm straps.

I step down from the bed. “When are you going to learn your lesson? I guess you need your gag back in.” She whimpers something, barely audible, tears in her eyes, but knows any more complaining will just make things worse.

I find where I tossed the wad of panties and strip of shirt fabric that I had used to gag her. The panties are soaked with spit, adding to the nasty funk of a full day of wearing them.

I also go grab something from the supplies I bought. A bondage gag. A simple leather strap, with a metal ring covered in black rubber.

I return to Grace, grab her hair to yank her head up, and start strapping the gag around her head. I force her jaw open wide, and put the ring in her mouth, her teeth clamping down onto the rubber coating the metal ring. I tighten the strap and she yelps in pain for a second. Her eyes wide and filled with tears. Her mouth now forced wide open into an ‘O’ shape.

“Just so you can’t bite me when I do this.” I stand on the bed straddling her, crouching down a bit in front of her. I grab a fistful of hair with one hand, and my limp dick with my other. I shove it in her open mouth without warning.

“Clean me off, bitch.” I force my cock as deep as a can, on her wet tongue. Holding her head steady with both hands.

She makes noises of complaint with her voice, just “Ah” sounds since she can’t form words with her mouth forced open.

I slap her on the cheek hard, “I said clean it! Shut the fuck up and lick it clean.” She goes quiet and starts pathetically moving her tongue around with my limp cock on it. Her mouth starts making more and more saliva, and the feeling is so nice. Not very stimulating, just soft and wet. Sticky clicking sounds as spit moves around in her mouth.

She gags hard, URRP. A deep heaving motion throughout her whole body. She was close to puking. I pet her hair to sooth her a bit, and I just leave my cock there, watching her struggle.

She licks and laps at my cock for a few minutes, cleaning off all my jizz and her own pussy juices. She seems like she’s had this cock in her mouth before, but not much. She’s actually grossed out by it. I smile, god they have such a boring sex life.

My cock hardening again, a look of panic in her eyes as it starts to fill her helpless mouth. She keeps pulling her head back, so I step forward and shove hard, forcing the back of her head into the cushioned headboard behind her, my semi hard cock driving a bit deeper. She gags almost to the point of no return. I sigh and pull out. I don’t actually want to deal with puke, as much as I love watching her struggle.

I lift up my balls and shove them both into her open mouth. The look in her eyes is priceless, such a prissy pure mother, such a vanilla sex life, suddenly an entire ballsack shoved in her mouth against her will.

“Lick. Clean them.” Her eyes so wide in shock. She has no choice and I start feeling a soft tongue lapping at my sack. Amazing.

All cleaned up, I step away for a second. I grab the nasty panties that had been stuffed in her mouth earlier. I reach down and wipe up Grace’s messy cunt, still leaking a bit of creampie. The panties are damp with her spit. As well as sweat and crusty pussy discharge and the tiniest hint of a brown stain from her ass, all from her wearing them a day or two ago. Now fresh white jizz coats them. I stuff them straight into her pried-open mouth. She shakes her head trying to escape, but I slap her hard and keep stuffing them in. She almost pukes again. Her eyes bulging in utter disgust. I finish her off by wrapping the shirt strip around her head and tying it in the back, keeping the panties in her mouth.

Then I turn to Ella, still lying bound to the center of the bed right next to us. I detach her, leaving the cuffs on wrists and ankles. She starts to cry, muffled by her own gag of panties, pulling desperately away from my grasp. I simply hold her tight with one arm, and clamp her nose shut with the other. She gets the idea real quick, if she whines she doesn’t get to breathe.

She stays quiet after that while I work. I bind her wrists together in front of her. She’s free besides that. I then take off the gag. “Now remember, I have to punish you if you talk, baby. No talking.”

Immediately she starts crying out, “Mommy help me! Why’s daddy doing this? Momm-” I clamp the panties over her mouth and nose and hold her tight, cutting off all breathing. She screams into my hand, I just hold steady. She flails around helplessly. I hold. And hold. She finally stops.

“I told you no talking! Do you understand, Ella?” She flails around, desperate to breathe. “Do you understand? No talking.” Flailing, but she’s slowing down, close to passing out.

Finally I feel her nod into my hand. I let go, and she gasps for breath. One breath. Then I immediately clamp back down again for another few seconds.

“No talking!” The shock of the second time really did it. Utterly horrified, she gets the idea. I finally let go, little girl gasping for breath, coughing hysterically.

I quickly grab another BDSM leather gag and wrap her little head with it to match her mommy. She struggles a bit at first, so confused, but I slap her little ass firmly and she stops squirming. Ring holding her mouth open, teeth clamped down onto rubber, she looks just like her mother now, forced into a shocked ‘O’ expression.