A lustful mother decides to bring her daughter into her world of Erotica, the hard way

This is a work of fiction and is not meant to portray
any person living or dead, nor any known situation.

Ever since Howard died I’ve never sought a relationship
with men. Don’t get me wrong I still love cock but Howard
was rare. As great a lover he was, he was an even better
man. He with stood the pressure that some members of my
family gave us because of our interracial marriage. He
never shied away from other blacks when he went about
with his white wife. Most importantly he fought and pro-
vided for a young 17 year old wife and child all while
putting himself, and later me as well, through collage.
When he died 7 years ago he was a successful writer and
businessman and left me and my daughter well provided
for. Since his death I have explored many fascist of my
sexuality. Please understand that Howard and I engaged in
some very kinky stuff while we were together. It was with
him that I learned it was okay to be a complete slut.

Now that he’s gone, I’ve become, for the most part,
dedicated lesbian. A dominant one at that. You’d be
surprised how many unsatisfied housewives and high school
and college sluts there are that need to be taught a
lesson. Many of my clients come to me for that special
attention that would get them shunned out of normal
society if any one ever found out.

This brings me to my Daughter Ann. Ann knows that I’m a
lesbian and is very comfortable with it. What she doesn’t
know is how kinky I really am. Ann takes after her
father. She is fiercely intelligent and works hard at
every thing she doses. She got straight A’s in school and
graduated from high school a full year early. She is kind
thoughtful and sweet to a fault. She is currently
attending state college where she is excelling.

However there is one thing about Ann that I’m not happy
about. Her relationships, or lack of relationships to be
more accurate. Other than her childhood best friend
Raymond, a find young man I really whish she would settle
down with, she has never had a real boyfriend or
girlfriend for that matter.

Nonetheless in the years after her father’s death we grew
so close that we could finish each other sentences before
the words were even out of each other’s mouths.

It was this past summer that I realized how close to my
daughter I really was. Ann has flawless brown skin and a
slender frame with full breast just slightly larger than
they need to be. Her hair is black and shoulder length
with streaks of crimson. Her eyes are almond and she has
pink lips that beg to be kissed. I know a mother
shouldn’t think this but it amazes me that guys aren’t
beating down the door to jam their cocks down her throat.

One summer evening Ann and I were preparing dinner in our
southern Louisiana home. It was June and the heat had
forced us into light sundresses that perspiration from
our bodies made cling to our every curve. Not to brag but
at 38 years of age I still have my college figure. at
5’11 I am about 3 inches taller than my lovely daughter.
My hair is red with no hint of gray , and my hips are
shapely and sway with every move of my body.

Working so close to Ann in the kitchen a startling
realization occurred to me. I was madly attracted to my
daughter. My nipples were rock hard and cream from my
cunt mixed with the sweat from my body and oozed down my
leg.

“No” I told myself. “She is my daughter! Not some twisted
slut to be tied down and fucked to within an inch of her
life.” But as soon as that thought entered my head my
mind was flooded with some of the most perverse images
ever to cross my Imagination. After dinner Ann excused
herself to the deck to watch the sun set. I watched her
from a window as she consumed a vanilla cone. Her tongue
would methodically carve the frozen treat then lick the
access from her perfect lips. On occasion some would fall
to her chest only to be caught by her dress. How I wished
that dam dress was cut lower or better yet she had no top
on at all. I would imagine that my tongue was there to
lick her clean.

And then it happened. As I marched to my room to prepare
I knew that the actions I was about to take would change
our relationship as well as my nice sweet little girl
forever. From a secret chamber in my room I gathered some
of my most powerful weapons. Dildos, anal plugs, whips,
chains and claps, body oils and lots of lube.

That night my daughter spent the evening cuddling in my
arms watching television like she has done a million
times before. Only this time she was driving me
completely insane. When she finally kissed me good night
I begin to prepare. I showered and then dressed myself in
my most intimidating dominatrix outfit. When I entered my
daughter’s room she reminded me of an angel in every
since of the word. Moonlight fell softly on her face and
her breast heaved gently. With all the conviction of a
sexed crazed predator I walked toward my unsuspecting
daughter. The carpeted floor muffled my six inch spiked
heels. By the time she awoke I had secured her wrist to
the wrought iron headboard of her bead. Straddling her
waist with my exposed and shaved crotch I fully awaked
her by violently twisting her fat nipples. The feeling
that drove me was incredible. This wasn’t some sexually
confused 16 year old whose mind is easily warped. This
was my daughter. A young woman with a clear sense of
herself and well in control of her life.

Ann awoke startled to find some leather-clad stranger
straddling her breast and ripping her cotton nightgown to
gain greater access to her nipples.

She tried to move her hands but they were held fast. Her
fear growing she bucked wildly nearly throwing me off.
Despite my size advantage I underestimated her strength.
I smiled realizing further restraint would be necessary.

Finally she began to call for me, her mother, to come
help her. Still not realizing that the force sexually
assaulting her was the very person who loved her most in
all the world.

At last I leaned close to her ear and whispered. “Stopped
screaming I’m here.”

“Mother?” she whispered back.

Standing, I turned on the lights and faced her. Her eyes
widened as she faced me. The outfit I had on exposed my
breast and my pussy. Both of my nipples were pierced as
well as my cunt, as hers soon would be. Although she
couldn’t see it, a thick 8-inch butt plug spread my bowls
apart.

“Mom what is this?” She asked still trembling. “I don’t
understand Mother. What are you doing?” For a second a
small peg of regret entered my hart as I looked in to her
pleading eyes. Then I looked at her full exposed breast.
Creamy brown with rock hard nipples her breast mesmerized
me. There was something about a black woman’s Tits that
messes with my head. I looked into my daughter’s eyes
again and knew that somewhere inside was a complete slut
like me. I never looked backed.

I approached my only child. With one motion I whipped the
remaining covers off her bed and then straddled her
again. I slowly and softly caressed her face, stroking my
thumb across her lips.

“Why?” she whispered.

“Because I love you” I answered. “Because you make me
tremble when ever you touch me. Your body fills me with
pride and lust like you wouldn’t believe. I want you to
know me the way other women know me, and I want to know
you like a whore knows her cunt.”

“Please no” she said. “You can’t. It’s not right.”

“I can, and before tonight is over, you will.” I kissed
her stunning lips, driving my tongue down her throat. She
tried to resist but a firm slap to her jaw caused her to
yelp. I tasted her mouth for the first time and I was
intoxicated. Her tongue was sweet when I could catch it.
However I was experienced at this and it wasn’t long
before I cornered the object of my desire and sucked it
to my harts content.

I broke the kiss and licked a lingering bit of her saliva
from my lips.

“No mommy please!” she begged. She only called me mommy
when she was truly freighted about something. Once again
my motherly instincts stirred but were again over come by
my lust. The feel of my child’s trembling body beneath
me, pulsateting with energy, was too much. It was time to
transform her forever.

I left the room and returned with a duffle bag filled
with all the sinister tools of my trade. From it I
removed a pair of ankle manacles and walked over to her
playing with my pussy.

“Listen you may as well stop resisting me. I’m going to
have you Ann. I’m going to take every fiber of your
being. I going to do things to you, things you have never
imagined. Things I will make you love. Oh my child you
are so like me and tonight you will truly become your
mother’s daughter.”

“Give me your left ankle” I demanded.

“No!” she said. “I won’t!”

I smiled, placed the manacles on the nightstand, and
retrieved a very special cat o nine tails. It was long
with thick strands and a porcelain handle.

“You can’t!” she said her voice trembling.

“I wont if you give me your left ankle” I replied.

She stared at me for a moment then turned her head away
from me.

“Mistake” I said. I brought the weapon down across her
breast, reveling in the sound of the straps biting into
her flesh. A brilliant flash of pain streaked across her
eyes. Concentrating on the still covered areas of her
body I used my torture device to strip away her remaining
clothing. When I had finished all that remained were a
few tattered remnants of her gown and her blue cotton
panties. Though her body had no whelps it was crimson all
over and twitched violently. Through out the whipping she
screamed and struggled but in the end her body was at
attention.

“Your ankle please” I said. Slowly with out hesitation
she gave me her foot. I placed one end of the leather
restraint around her ankle and then, smiling wickedly, I
pulled her shapely leg all the way back to a iron bar on
her headboard. She tried to protest but a quick glance
silenced her whimpers. I repeated this with the other leg
and stood back to admire my handy work. Her legs were
spread and doubled back over her body to give me full
view and access to her wonderful tits and great ass. Her
mound stood up tall and fat and I could clearly see the
outline of her cunt lip through her panties.

With a quick rip the last defense between me and her soon
to be well-fucked holes were gone. From my bag of goodies
I produced a pair of nipple clamps that I quickly applied
to her nipples, twisting them as I did so. Her pussy lips
called to me, beckoned me, but I still had to prepare
her. Reaching into my bag again I produced a bottle of
lube and a very special set of anal balls. It was a
strand containing 4 large balls, each stainless steel and
coated with Porcelain. The Balls were painted to reflect
a scene in Mardi Gras. At the end of the strand was a
special anal plug to lock the balls in place.

“Your father gave me these during Mardi Gras. He shoved
them up my ass and them pulled them out before a horny
drunken crowed.”

“Mother please!”

I smacked her ass hard making her shiver. I smiled. I
don’t think she even realized she enjoyed that. Spreading
her ass cheeks I grabbed a bottle of lube and injected
the entire contents in to her puckered ring. She shivered
once more at the intrusion.

I held the balls inches from her face. I knew they looked
large and imposing but one look at her hart shaped ass
and I knew she could handle it, and more.

“I can’t stop you” she whispered. Do what you will.”
Tears streamed down her face and her body tensed with
fear.

“Does this mean you surrender?” she stole a glance at the
Cat o nine tails.

“I’m you daughter, I belong to you. Please don’t hurt me
any more.”

“When I was whipping you did you think I was trying to
hurt you?” She turned away from me. I collected her torn
panties and brought them to her face. “They’re soaked” I
said. “They are so drenched that I can squeeze them and-”
Her own cum streamed from the material. “Open your
mouth.” I said.

She refused. I gabbed my whip and struck her savagely
across her pussy. The whip returned splattered with cunt
cream.

“Gooooooood!” she screamed. “Noooooooo!”

I wiped up the additional nectar streaming from her cut
with her panties and held them over her mouth once more.
One look from me told her I meant business. Her Mouth
shot open and I flooded it with her own cum.

“SWALLOW IT ALL, EVERY LAST DROP!” when the last drop of
sauce had been wrung from her undies I noticed she
inadvertently licked her own lips. I smiled. Little by
little the slut was emerging. I ran a single finger over
her slick cunt. You should have seen it. Her pussy is so
fat. Her slit is a good 5 maybe six inches long and the
thought of how deep it must be made me tremble.

“You like the taste didn’t you?” I asked, rubbing my
slime coated finger across her mouth. “Suck it slut, suck
my fingers clean. Taste your own cunt.” She sucked down
two of my fingers bathing them with her tongue.

I removed my fingers and her trembling mouth actually
chased after them before she realized what she was doing
and gasped.

I positioned myself behind her inverted upturned ass and
savored the sight. I grabbed a second bottle of oil and
then got a very sinister idea. I stole away to the
kitchen and placed a pot of water on boil. As much as I
wanted to eat her sloppy cunt I had to do this. I
returned to my daughter and whipped her until she
screamed my name at the top of her lungs. She jerked
violently at her bonds but with no leverage there was
nothing she could do. I left her withering in her own
orgasm and them retuned from the kitchen with the
scalding hot water, the bottle of oil inside. I removed
the bottle with a mitted hand and tested the contents on
my wrist, like a mother testing a baby bottle. Satisfied
I aimed the evil concoction at her sleek luscious body.
She begged, she pleaded, she shook her head back and
fourth but her rock hard nipples and standing clit told
the whole story. The heated oil hit her like a lasers
beam. She was silent at first, her body merely vibrated.
Then a deep primal scream escaped her lips. I targeted
her neck, breast, stomach, pussy and ass. Finally I
jammed the tip of the oil bottle inside her cunt and
squeezed. She exploded. This time I really thought she
really would break her bonds. Her pussy quaked so hard it
actually sucked the bottle inside. when the contents were
empty I grabbed the balls and got down to business.

Her twitching brown eye was like a jewel ready to be
plucked. I positioned the first ball to her anus and with
both thumbs, pushed hard. A deep guttural groan escaped
her lungs as the ball slid wickedly inside her anus with
the aid of the heated oil. To make things better each
ball had counter weights inside that cause them to
vibrate with the slightest movement. Her bucking around
would only increase the effect. One by one I introduced
the balls to her twitching asshole until only the plug
remained. By now she realized the true nature of the
balls and as desperately trying to remain still. Her
breathing had grown quick and shallow and her body was on
fire. She looked up past her own pussy lips and split ass
cheeks to see the final piece of the puzzle.

“It will tear me apart.” she wined. The balls in her ass
were about the size of ben-wa balls. The plug was a solid
8 inches long and 3 inches thick at the base. It was
meant to push the balls deep down her anus to her bowels
where they would reside near her womb.

I positioned the tip of the plug to her darkest hole and
slowly worked it in. She was gasping and bucking now as
the tip of the plug started to push the balls in deeper.
An erupting orgasm caused some of the hot oil to spray
from her pussy and splatter the far wall. When that
happened I used the palm of my hand to slam the rest of
the plug completely up her ass. Her resulting contortions
must have lifted the bed, with me on it, 6 inches in the
air.

With my anal preparations complete there was only one
thing left. I returned to the bag and pulled out two 13
inch black latex dildos. Walking over to her I grabbed a
fist full of her hair and kissed her hard on the lips.

“These were molded on you father’s cock” I said. “He gave
them to me so I could satisfy myself when he was away.
One for me and one for you. Open you mouth.” Her eyes
widened when she realized what I had planed. “You should
be glad I’m giving you a chance to get this nice and wet.
Soon it’s going be planted in that greedy cunt of yours
and if your ass is any indication I’m going to need every
inch to get to the bottom of that deep fucker.”

“Those balls, I can feel them buried inside me” she
gasped.

“I know, isn’t it great!” I slapped her ass hard and she
screamed as the balls rearranged her insides. she let out
another howl and then swallowed hard. “I can’t sss-sstop,
can’t stop-”

“Cumming,” I finished for her. “Open you mouth” I
commanded. “Trust me you are going to want something to
chew on for what’s coming next.”

She opened as wide as she could and I inserted the thick
member. “That’s it. Breathe through your nose and relax
you jaw. If you swallow it all I won’t strap it on
tomorrow force feed it to you until you pass out.”

To my surprise she inhaled the entire 13 inches without a
snag. This made me wonder. “Looks like you’re a natural
cock sucker” I said. “Now it’s time to eat!”

I stood, took the second Dildo and slid it into my cunt,
shivering as I did so. I hovered over her pussy and
inhaled its aroma, savoring it a split second before I
tore into it. I knew full well the effect the balls
inside her would have with a good cunt assault. I took
great care to agitate them as much as I could all while
eating her pussy like a dike served the last cunt on
earth. I even reached up and yanked the chains on the
nipple clamps. What would have been screams to holy hell
came out as muffled grunts and snorts because of the
dildo. For two full hours I subjected her to the most
bittersweet pleasure she could imagine. When I finally
came up for air she had be reduced to a trembling ball of
flesh trapped in a state of perpetual orgasm. Though it
all I had been rewarded with a constant stream of cunt
cream.

I caught a glimpse of her fluttering eyelids and knew
that her mind was following where her body had already
gone. I grabbed the dildo by the base and pulled. I took
all my strength to remove the fuck stick from her
pulsating throat. She seemed almost panic stricken when I
took the toy away from her.

“What have you done to me?” she asked.

“Ah my child I’ve done nothing to you that wasn’t there
to start with. Do you want me to stop?” I asked honestly.
“Look me in my eyes and tell me you want me to stop.”

She closed her eyes and softly moaned. “No, please, don’t
stop.” My hart leaped. I undid her hands and started on
her feet.

“No.” she said. “Leave them. I like this.”

She glanced at the dildo still in my pussy. “You want
this?” I asked. Without saying a word she reached over
and removed the toy from my cunt and swallowed it whole.
The look on her face told me she had grown to savor taste
of pussy. While she feasted on the cunt soaked dildo I
attached the harness for the other fuck monster. I
mounted my daughter grabbing the chained nipple clamps
like reigns. In one motion I impaled her.

“Oh my child you are so like me.” Like I suspected it
took every inch of the dildo the find the bottom of her
cunt. Her hands and arms failed wildly. She spat out the
Dildo and howled like the true slut she now was.

I leaned close to her ear and whispered. “Tell me you
want it bitch. Tell me or I swear to god I will leave you
empty.”

“I want it mommy!, Fuck me please fuck me!”

I jack hammered her cunt which grew wetter and sloppier
with each thrust. She came so violently I thought she
would suck the entire dildo and me inside her cunt. I
snatch the dildo out of her pussy with a wet sloppy pop
and laid it aside. I repositioned my self and sat on her
face. Instantly I felt an incredible suction on my cunt
lips and clit. I looked back to see that she had buried
four fingers completely in her quim and was actually
playing with the anal plug holding the balls in her ass.

I spun around on her face and massaged her now massive
cunt with both hands. Then on her own accord she reached
up and with four finger from each hand pried her own
pussy apart. I watched in stunned horniness as she spread
her gushing hole to an incredible diameter.

“Would you like me to see just how deep you really are
Ann?” She only moaned and sucked my pussy harder in
reply. Grouping the fingers of my right hand together I
plunged wrist deep into Ann’s cavernous pussy. With
steady pressure my fist slinked deeper and deeper into
her twat. My forearm came to a stop a half-inch from my
elbow. I could feel the balls in her ass along side my
arm. With shear lust I started to pump in and out of her
cunt like a plumber searching for a clog in a drain. Ann
at last released her trap jaw hold on my cunt and started
to scream louder than she ever has. I was punching the
insides of her cunt with one hand and violently twisting
the anal plug with the other. Her screams were defining
but I knew she could take more.

“You want more don’t you Ann? I know you want more!”

“yesssssss! Please! More! I need more! I, Ieeee,
AhhhhAAAAAAa!

With one deft move I popped the but plug from her ass.
“Noooooo! leave it please! I want it!”

“Oh you’ll get it!” I said. When the last ball exited her
slick ass I picked up the Dildo thought twice about it
and then threw it across the room. With my other hand I
added two, then three, then four fingers. She looked at
me and realized what I was doing.

“Do you still want more?’ I asked. She simply reached up
sank her fingers into her ass cheeks and pulled. She was
as desperate to be filled as I was to fill her.

With a blood-curdling howl her anus closed round my other
wrist. Standing over her completely penetrated holes in
fucked my daughter with reckless abandon. My fist and
arms pumped in and out of my little girl’s holes in a wet
sticky blur. Finally a massive orgasm started to build
deep with in her. I felt it grow as her insides started
to tremble. The sexual shockwave hit her like a force of
nature. So violent was the orgasm that she couldn’t even
scream. Her breath had actually been taken away. All she
could do was gasp for air, claw insanely at my intruding
arms, ant then, with a final spasm, pass completely out.

She awoke the next morning trembling in my arms. “Am I a
whore now?” she asked with a tough of shame in her voice.

“No,” I answered. “You’re a slut. there’s a difference. A
whore does anything with anyone. Slut does anything, but
only with special people.”

“What now?”

“We shower, I fuck the shit out of you again, then our
journey begins.”

“Journey?”

“You’ll see, my child. You will see.”

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