Chapter 69: Mommy Practices Lesbian Love with Her Daughter

Helena Marshal – Day Sixty-Five
I shuddered as my husband’s cock ripped out of my asshole. I gripped the counter, savoring the feel of his cum spilling out of my backdoor. It wasn’t my first time being ass-fucked—Tony used my asshole at church—but it was the first time my husband got to enjoy that treat.

Tony used me by allowing my husband to fuck my ass at least three times a week. We were supposed to fuck all the time. The moment we got home from Sunday worship, I decided to knock out the first time this week. It was so wonderful.

“Mmm, now I have to suck you clean,” I moaned. “Tony’s using me that way, too.”

“Bless him,” my husband, Gary, groaned.

I dropped to my knees before him, my naked boobs bouncing. I gripped his cock, opened my mouth wide, and engulfed his dick. I swallowed his rod. I loved the sour flavor of his dick on my mouth. It was just a beautiful thing.

I swirled around his cock, the earthy flavor suffusing my taste buds. It was just so amazing to suckle on him like this. I worked my mouth up and down his cock. I swirled my tongue around him. He groaned as I did that. I loved every second of blowing him. It was just so glorious to do this to him.

He stared down at me as I worked my mouth up and down his rod. I loved every second of this wonderful heat. My cheeks hollowed with my passion. It was so glorious. He grunted as I blew him with all that I had.

“That’s so good,” he growled. “Yes, yes, just like that!”

I swirled my tongue around his dick. I buffed the sour flavor of my asshole off his cock. I was having such a great time doing that to him. I loved his cock. My drool spilled over my chin as I worked my mouth up and down him.

“Damn, damn, damn,” he growled. “That’s so fucking good!”

I winked at him as I polished my husband’s cock. The sour flavor melted away into my mouth. I loved this new life. My husband and I would be having so much sex because Tony was using us. It made me feel so womanly.

“I love you, Helena,” Gary groaned, his fingers sliding through my curly, red hair. “Yes, yes, I love you!”

I popped my mouth off his cock to moan, “I love you, too, Gary. See!”

I swallowed his dick, tasting my ass faintly on his cock. I swirled my tongue around his shaft, buffing him clean. I loved this moment. My boobs swayed as I worked my mouth up and down his rod. He groaned as I knew he would be cumming in my mouth soon.

His face twisted in pleasure as he enjoyed what I did to him. It was such a beautiful thing to blow him. I nursed on his cock with all that I had. It was just a beautiful thing. I loved him. My tongue swirled around his thick shaft.

“I’m almost there,” he groaned, his precum growing saltier.

That excited me. My pussy clenched. I wanted his cum to flood my mouth. I suckled hard, drool spilling down my chin. I loved that sensation. I bobbed my head, working my mouth up and down his thick shaft. I wanted all his cum.

Every last drop of his spunk.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Oh, fuck, that’s it! Shit, shit, Helena!”

He erupted.

I loved his cum pumping into my mouth. He filled me up with all that cum. Tony wanted us to do this. I was worshiping Tony when he used me. My heart beat so wildly in my chest as I gulped down my husband’s wonderful cum.

He pumped blast after blast of his cum into my mouth. It all poured down my throat. This wonderful, creamy treat. It was just a glorious moment. I was so glad for it. I enjoyed every last drop of his cum. It all was so tasty.

“Wow!” he groaned as he spurted the last of his cum into my mouth. “Helena, you are an amazing wife. I am so thankful to Tony for using us in this way.”

I popped my mouth off his cock and purred, “Me, too.”

I couldn’t wait to enjoy anal at least three times a week, which meant we could enjoy it more. “I’ll make lunch, then ... we could be used more.”

My husband grinned, looking so eagerly.

Carla Turner – Day Sixty-Six
I had to get my daughter ready to be used by my nephew Tony when we came up for Thanksgiving.

I had already begun my training. I had spent the night with a lesbian. Not just any lesbian, but a dominating bitch who turned me into her breeder slave. Now every Friday night, she would own me and use me thoroughly before returning me to my husband.

It was exciting to be used in this way by Tony.

I pulled up before my daughter’s high school. She knew I was waiting to pick her up. The students filed out. I waited, tapping the steering wheel. Then I spotted Sarah. She was such a cute thing. Fourteen and rushing toward me. Her honey-brown hair flew behind her. She raced around my SUV and hopped into the passenger seat.

“Hey, Mommy,” she said as she buckled up. She wore a cute pair of jeans and an adorable, pink blouse. Over it, she had on her white jacket. It was getting so nippy. It was November, just a week and a half until Thanksgiving. Eleven days.

“How was school?” I asked as I pulled out of the driveway.v “It was a Monday,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Everyone hates Mondays.”

“I know, your precious weekend is over,” I told her. “Wait until you’re out of school. It gets so much worse.”

“Well, you don’t have to work any longer,” my daughter said. “Daddy works hard for all of us.”

“Until you’re old enough to work hard for yourself,” I said. “Or get married.”

She smiled at me as I turned left. My daughter looked around and asked, “Where are we going?”

“To the sex shop,” I said. “I have to buy a small vibrator for you. To practice some things so you’ll be ready to be used by your cousin when we visit for Thanksgiving.”

“Ooh, I can’t wait,” she squealed. “That’ll be so much fun. I want to see Debbie!”

Debbie, my youngest niece, was close to my daughter. The pair of them liked to play together. They were only a few months apart in age. I nodded, but I also knew that my sister was eager to enjoy Sarah, as was my nephew. He wanted her to still be a virgin.

“You’ll be losing your cherry to Tony,” I told her. “He’s very eager to use your pussy.”

“I’m eager to be used, too, Mommy,” said Sarah. “I won’t lose my hymen before Thanksgiving. I’m being super careful. In PE today, I told the coach that I couldn’t risk things so Tony could use me. She understood.”

“Good, good,” I said, smiling at her. I would be making love to her when we got home. It wasn’t wrong when I was being used to do it. I was even excited to do it. This wonderful heat swept through me. “We’re going to have such a good time.”

“We are, Mommy!” she said as I pulled off the road into the sex shop. She shivered. “I can’t believe I’m going in there.”

“I wouldn’t go in there unless I was being used,” I said. “Same for you. This is special because it’s on your cousin’s orders.”

She nodded and hopped out of the car. I followed her, my pussy so wet. She flew to the door then froze. She looked nervous. She steeled herself and opened the door. A bell chimed as she passed through, holding it open enough for me.

I entered. The shop smelled of spicy incense. It was dim, all the windows blackened, and full of obscene material. My daughter gasped at the porn magazines with busty women, their nipples covered by green or orange dots. Here were DVDs and Blu-rays and even some VHS tapes on the walls. Another had sex toys.

So many sex toys.

“This is...” Sarah whimpered. She took my hand and pressed close to me.

“I know,” I said and guided her over to the sex toys. “Let’s just pick out a little clit massager or pocket rocket. Something small. A vibrator we can use on your pussy. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

“Sure, Mommy,” said Sarah, her hazel eyes so wide as we moved to the collection. “Oh, my, Mommy, this is...”

“I know,” I told her, putting my arm around her. “It’ll be fine. We just have to pick something out and leave. Then we can get home, and I’ll use it on you. That’s how we’ll be used by Tony. Isn’t your cousin wonderful to want this from us?”

“He is, Mommy,” she said, her entire body trembling. “Ooh, look at this on

s pink.”

She picked up a clit vibrator. It was small and pink. She turned in her hand. The back of the box showed a shaved, pink, and dripping pussy with the vibrator pressed right on the model’s clit. I could just imagine her moaning out in delight.

“Is this the one you want?” I asked.

She glanced at the other ones, her cheeks burning. She nodded.

“Okay, sweetie.” I took her hand and led her to the counter. “Let’s pay and get out of this skeezy place.”

I was with Sarah. I didn’t like this place. I wanted to get away from it. The guy behind the register frowned at my daughter. She was underage and shouldn’t be in here, so I said, “We’re being used by my nephew.”

“Oh, of course,” the man said, relaxing. Nothing mattered once you knew that. “Let me ring this right up. You must be a lucky girl to be used by him.”

“I am!” she said as he scanned the barcode.

“I guess I’m being used, too, by ringing this up,” the guy said. Happiness shone in his face. “I never thought I would get the chance to be used.”

“That’s right,” I said and pulled out my credit card.

He swiped the card. Gave me the receipt. The box went into a nondescript plastic bag. Then we were out of there and into the car. The guy was chuckling. I hoped he wasn’t imagining my darling daughter using it. Such a perv.

I drove us home, my daughter tearing into the box. She shoved the packaging back into the bag and held up the clit vibrator. It was a pink thing. She unscrewed the top and added in the battery. She turned it on.