Selfish Mom
Copyright© 2005 by Col. Jack Harrison
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - A Bible-thumping Mom in the future is forced to make a difficult choice, makes the wrong one, but life is full of surprises.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Ma/Ma Ma/mt mt/mt Mult Teenagers Consensual Rape Romantic Slavery Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Humor Military War Science Fiction Post Apocalypse Cheating Slut Wife Wife Watching Incest BDSM Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Interracial Analingus Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Fisting Food Pregnancy Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Water Sports Public Sex Politics Prostitution Revenge Violence
The fifteenth stroke of the riding crop was too much for Debbie, as it struck her bare skin and made her sob in pain. She couldn't bear that sting in her flesh any longer, as every time it kissed her body, every nerve ending in her overwhelmed her brain with a horrific sensation. She was on fire, and not in a good way at all. Pretty soon, Debbie found herself in a fetal position, covering her face as she wept from the terror and excruciating pain.
One thing was clear now to Jane: Debbie might be a lot of things deep inside, but she wasn't a pain slut. She simply didn't have that level of masochism in her psyche that was required for such a role. She was submissive, yes, but she needed a certain kind of domination, one that focused on making her accept doing what she really wanted to do in the first place.
Jane picked the schoolteacher up and actually held her in her arms for a moment, stroking her hair and letting her cry on her shoulder long enough to vent her suffering and sorrow. Then she planted a kiss on Debbie's mouth, which shocked Mrs. Kendall by how much she loved receiving it. Jane understood now that the best approach to Debbie was seduction, not cruelty. Some roughness was okay, but nothing over the top. She needed a benevolent master or mistress, not a sadist.
It was frankly a disappointment to Jane, who hoped to have a hard-core slave girl or two, one who would be happy in permanent and constant bondage and pain. A pain slut was what she wanted, so she would have to keep looking for that. In the meantime, she would still make Debbie suffer a bit, since she had earned it, but she would tone it down a notch or two.
Jane had a pretty good idea of the best solution to this situation, but she would need to keep it a secret from Debbie for a while. The slave wouldn't obey her if she knew that her rule was temporary. Parole could wait until after the arrangements were made and Debbie paid a high enough price for her unnatural callousness toward Shannon.
"Alright, slut, let's get you cleaner. It's time for a shower. We'll wash each other off. Normally, that would mean you cleaning me first, but since you're so dirty, I can wait until afterward. Besides, I have plans for your sweet pussy and ass that make it necessary to have you nice and clean. By the way that you reacted to everything that's happened to you, it's clear that you're not gay or straight, but bi. You swing both ways, which works for me. Now, follow me to the shower, so we can get that stuff off your body. You stink something awful, slut," Jane ordered her new fuck-toy.
Debbie didn't know what to make of her new feelings of lust toward this domineering and aggressive younger woman. They made her every bit as uncomfortable as her incestuous desires toward her son and daughter. It was so taboo, making out and showering with another woman. It was also rather exciting, and her pussy inevitably became rather wet with more than just the water from the faucet. A large part of Debbie craved Jane's mouth on hers again, but she also relished the wonderful touch of the woman's hands on her skin as she soaped her up and rinsed her off.
Washing Jane's body was another enthralling moment, as Debbie lingered several times in awe of the beauty and softness of her flesh. She was also shocked at the presence of a scar, clearly from combat, behind the woman's left knee. Evidently, the Reds had wounded the lieutenant during the Republican Front's conquest of the county. Her mistress was an Amazon, really, and that somehow thrilled Debbie to know what kind of woman she now serviced.
Debbie couldn't resist the urge to kiss the scar tissue. Despite it being a bit less sensitive now, the sudden lips and tongue on it gave Jane a goose bump from the intoxicating sense that her new bitch adored and desired her so much. She had kicked open a door that already had a small crack in it with that kiss. The teacher was now fully openly bisexual, no way of repressing that side of her anymore. She began kissing and licking upward toward Jane's buns, making the Militia officer dripping wet with her lust toward the schoolmarm.
"Yes, slut, keep getting closer to my ass with your mouth. I want you to lick every square inch of my butt, including my cheeks, crack, and asshole. Eat my ass, bitch! You know that you want to taste it, want to lick and kiss it. It's yummy, isn't it? You love the flavor, don't ya? Rim me, slut!" Jane taunted Debbie, wanting to rub it in that the woman wasn't as straight and narrow inside as she always claimed to be.
Debbie lost all semblance of her old morals and self-control at this point. She got very busy with her service to Jane, licking her ass with abandon. The woman's butt was indeed a tasty treat, something that she never expected to enjoy in her life. She had fantasized about doing this to Shannon, but hadn't dared to yield to the temptation. Now she kicked herself for declining Matt's offer of a threesome. They could have had so much fun together: mother, son, and daughter. Now she wouldn't have another chance, she was convinced. The upside was that she would get to serve Jane, and that delectable woman might be cruel, but she certainly could be sweet as well.
Jane felt a series of orgasms coming on top of each other, as her new slave licked her ass with such unabashed enthusiasm. It might complicate her plans, but then again, she could work out a deal with the new owner, quite possibly. She certainly hoped so, since it would be terribly difficult to give up Debbie's loving tongue gliding down her crack to her taint. She could tell that the blonde MILF was hooked on rimming, which was fine and dandy with her.
The more Jane experienced having her ass serviced by Debbie, the more she hated the idea of giving her up altogether. Yes, she would have to strike some kind of bargain with Debbie's future master. She might not be the ideal caged pet, eager to taste the kiss of a whip or flogger, craving severe punishment, but she was still a very sensual lover. The woman knew intuitively how to please her fellow ladies, and obviously enjoyed doing so.
This new Debbie was now unrecognizable from her old self, even from the night before. Her husband Tom and her church friends would be horrified, she thought, to see her so willingly succumbing to her lust for this woman she served. She couldn't help it, however. She desperately wanted to gratify both her needs and Jane's, whatever it took. Her jaws might be tired from so much use, but she put them to work anyway in the service of her mistress. Something about being Jane's slut turned her on in a way that made her feel far more alive than during her marriage. Debbie had broken free from her old ways and now lived to serve others, particularly Jane.
"Alright, slut, now turn over. I want to try your ass out for a change," Jane ordered Debbie, making her heart beat so much harder with sheer anticipation.
Jane had to admit to herself just how great Debbie's ass tasted to her. Her tongue hungrily explored the woman's crack, teasing the teacher as she slid it between her cheeks. Debbie shivered with delight as her new owner showed her such loving care to her bottom. The platoon commander reveled in devouring her new slut's sweet tush and making her cum repeatedly from the onslaught of sensations given to her. She loved seeing Debbie writhe in pleasure as Jane orally explored her new slut.
Debbie came in several gasps of amazing ecstasy as Jane pleasured her, her breath growing heavy as she received a rim job for the first time in her life. It felt truly glorious, since Jane knew exactly what to do with another woman. Of course, Debbie now recalled that Tom had tried to do this for her and she had slapped him for it. Tears now streamed down her face as she realized that her husband had only wanted to please her and she denied him the chance because it had seemed "dirty" to her. In some ways, she had been a less than satisfactory wife, she now knew, and part of her wished that she could make it up to him.
Once they both returned to normal, Jane noticed Debbie's tears and asked her, "Why are you crying? I thought that you enjoyed it."
"I did. I'm crying because Tom wanted to do this for me and I refused him. I slapped him, even, for doing something that I thought was nasty and perverted. I now know that he would have given me pleasure, if I had only let him. I wish that I had let him. I wish that I done a lot of things differently. We could have been a very big, loving family, the four of us. It's too late for that now.
"I was offered a chance to do that with Matt and Shannon, my son and daughter, and I threw that away, too. I should have taken him up on his offer of a threesome when I caught him with her. Instead, I basically kicked him out of the house and more or less disowned him. I hope that he can forgive me someday, and the same with his sister. I wish that I had joined them and made it even more fun for them.
"Most of all, I wish that I had been a more caring and less judgmental mother. I shouldn't have offered her up like a human sacrifice to save myself. Now I don't know what happened to her, where she is, who is doing what to her. I don't know if she is safe or suffering horrors that I gave her over to endure for my own fear of being taken. Then, of course, I have learned that I enjoy being used that way. I don't know how she would feel about it, though. Now, I would offer myself to be gang-banged in a heartbeat for her. It turned out that it was bound to happen to me, anyway.
"Frankly, I was a horrible wife and mother, and I deserved the whipping that you gave me. I knew it, deep down, even then. I knew that I had it coming to me, the pain and suffering. That made it hurt even more, being well aware that I should be punished like that. It was worse for me, this awareness that I was wrong, and now I know even more just how awful I am. I'm very sad because I know how terrible I am.
"If you want to beat me, go ahead. I'll take it. I don't deserve pleasure like you gave me. I deserve pain and suffering. I deserve to be raped, tortured, and killed. I'll submit to whatever you ask of me, but I hope that you go easy on me, anyway. I put myself in your hands, Lieutenant. I'll do whatever you ask. Your wish is my command. If by serving you, I can atone for my cruelty to my family, I'll accept that fate for as long as you think necessary," Debbie confessed, hoping that Jane understood her and would show some mercy, despite her words.
"Debbie, you're not cut out for the kind of extreme, painful bondage I originally intended for you. It's no turn-on to be that cruel to a girl who truly suffers. I'm not a monster. I don't get off on pointless agony and terror like that. I hoped that you would be into it, but you're just not. So, here's the deal. I am going to train you to serve a new master. He will treat you well, but you will have to obey him from the first day of your bondage until the day either of you die or he releases you from his service.
"He won't, of course. In fact, your slavery won't be official or named as such. He will call you something else, I'm sure, and treat you as one of his women. Don't let that fool you, however. He'll own you, slut, and you will treat him with all of the respect and honor that he deserves. Is that clear?" Jane demanded.
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