MILF Teacher: Becoming a Present - Sex Stories

MILF Teacher: Becoming a Present

... chubby, black woman. She was wearing a robe and had an amused smile on her face. She talked as if I wasn’t there, “Well, she is pretty.” “Yes, very pretty,” Latoya agreed. “And dressed up as a maid,” she noticed, “how ironic.” “I thought you would like that, Mommy,” the sweet voiced Latoya doppelganger said. Once I was completely unwrapped, Latoya’s mother asked, “How long do I have her for?” “Tonight, until you are done with her, but she is actually yours to use as you please forever,” Latoya said proudly. I gasped. Latoya’s menacing look returned as she asked me, “Isn’t that right, slut?” I stammered, “I-I-I guess so.” Latoya’s Mother smiled, “This is so delicious.” She walked over and appraised me. She grabbed my breasts through the sheer maid outfit and sneered, “These are puny.” Latoya laughed, “Yes, she obsesses over my breasts, wait until she sees yours, mommy.” “Oh really!,” the Mother said, “You like my daughter’s big breasts?” “Y-y-yes,” I stammered nervously, her touch also a distraction. “You ate my daughter’s pussy?” she asked. I stammered again, “Y-y-yes,” my shame burning hotter than hell. “Did she eat your whore cunt?” the Mother asked, her hand going down to my sopping pussy. I answered, “Only for a few seconds.” She chuckled, “Latoya, you are turning into a domme, aren’t you?” “Like daughter, like mother,” Latoya joked, clearly proud to be complimented. “She is sopping wet,” Latoya’s Mother announced. “Why are you so wet?” “I don’t know,” I answered, ...

... really not knowing the reason and not ready to admit my weakness. “Oh you know, don’t you? You are just not ready to admit you’re real personality.” “My personality?” I questioned, moaning as her black finger entered me. “Yes, you are a white slut who craves complete submission. Who probably didn’t even know you craved it, even though when you were young you were surrounded by black people who served you. Yet, the reality is you should have served them.” My face went redder as I reminisced about my childhood. I wasn’t sure she was right, but I had admired their beauty and bigger breasts, although never sexually. “Answer me, slut!” the Mother’s voice boomed, “Do you get turned on by big black tits?” “Y-y-yes,” I stuttered. “See, isn’t admitting it liberating?” She smiled, her anger gone as quickly as it arrived. “Now just let your mind go and let your new Mistress guide you to your proper place.” Oddly, it was liberating. Although still nervous, my mind decided to just let go as ordered and the next words out of my mouth surprised me, “Yes, Mistress, I am yours.” Her smile showed her happiness and she opened her robe revealing the biggest breasts I had ever seen in person. “Come to Mommy,” she purred, pulling me into her breasts. I took her big nipple into my mouth and sucked on it. I sucked on the big breast, slowly enjoying the touch of real breasts in comparison to my small ones. Mother explained as she let out a small moan, “You understand, I own you now.” I didn’t take the ...