Kelly's Mom - Sex Stories

Kelly's Mom

... squeezing, pinching and twisting at the tightly-bound girl’s nipples. Vicki's face was a combination of fear and arousal.

“Naughty mommy, watching her own daughter getting used like that,” Kelly whispered in Brenda’s ear, reaching around and squeezing a big nipple between her fingers. “Keep watching. You both need to learn what submissive girls should act like,” she instructed.

Brenda’s legs were trembling as she continued to watch, moaning as Kelly duplicated the actions of the girls below. She tried desperately to will the girls to stop, hoping Vicki was not getting pleasure from the abuse, but she knew otherwise. She gasped again as Kelly pulled her nipple out and let it go sharply.

“Such a hot mommy,” Kelly cooed in her ear. Her hand slid down and started to rub against Brenda’s burning, soaked pussy.

“You will tell me when you're about to cum, do you understand?” Kelly asked in a husky whisper. Brenda could only nod, her eyes still locked on her daughter's.

Kelly expertly teased and manipulated the woman, feeling the thrill of power when she was able to work her to the edge of orgasm twice, then stopped.

Below, Evie and Becca held and fondled Vicki, turning the drunken daughter into a lesbian's play toy. Evie, tall and strong, held sweet little Vicki tightly while Becca pulled off her own swimsuit bottom and made Vicki lick the crotch of it. Brenda could only watch and gasp, hardly believing what her daughter was doing. .

After packing the gusset ...

... of the bikini bottom in Vicki's mouth, Becca gave her a slap.

"Don't you dare spit that out, you little mommy's-girl. Just keep looking up at her, no matter what. You hear me?"

Kelly's dark plan was working out even better than any of the girls expected. They all knew what to do, from that simple message Kelly had sent. It was time to work little Vicki over good, as her mom watched, unable to stop them.

Brenda's knees were so weak she could barely stand, anyway. Leaning back into Kelly's welcoming embrace kept her on her feet. Her heart was pounding in her chest as if it would burst through! Kelly's expert fingers were driving her mad with lust.

Evie was now holding her daughter by the shoulders in a firm grip as Becca began to snap at her body with a wet towel. Vicki was twisting and flinching from the stinging corner of the towel-turned-whip, and Brenda could hear her cries. In addition, she was being talked to sternly by the girls abusing her, but the sound of their words didn't make it into the house. Vicki finally nodded her head up and down in an agonizing "yes" to some unheard question.

Becca stepped up to the panting, shaking Vicki, reached out and put her fingers over her virgin pussy and teased the hot little pea-sized clit peeking out from it, making both Brenda and her daughter gasp.

“Your daughter knows how to be a good girl,” Kelly muttered softly into Brenda’s ear. Her fingers pressed harder on the mom’s own clitoris, and Brenda stiffened. ...