Kelly's Mom - Sex Stories

Kelly's Mom

... Kelly's lips rested gently on her neck.

“Now, will her mommy do the same?”

Brenda nodded as Becca continued to tease her daughter’s clit. Vikki was writhing and moaning against the bikini bottom stuffed in her mouth. Evie kept her firm grip on the smaller girl's shoulder, then whispered something in Vikki’s ear that made her look up, re-establishing eye contact with her mother.

Brenda could see the red marks from the wet towel whipping as they formed and deepened on her daughter's beautiful little body. Vicki was panting and her eyes were full of tears, but they also showed a hungry look that Brenda had never seen in them before. She was both ashamed for her daughter and very proud of her. Vicki struggled in Evie's strong grip, but she didn't really try to get away. The two girls with her were now being gentler with her as they moved her forward a few steps, out of the hot sun and a little closer to the windows. Evie motioned for Kelly to raise the window and she did.

"Stay, Mommy,” Kelly ordered as Brenda surged toward the open window. “Stay...just stand there, like a good pet."

Kelly took only a minute, first to dash into the woman's huge walk-in closet. She came back with two belts that were both fully adjustable, with buckle holes all along their length, and a chain belt that worked basically the same way. Holding the belts up for the girls outside to see, then dropping them at the woman's feet brought a gasp of "Oh god.." from Brenda. Then, pulling off ...

... her own poolwater- and pussy-soaked bikini bottom and moving behind her so as not to block the view, Kelly held the MILF with a tight grip on her neck, under her chin.

"Open up, mommy-whore, and get your first taste of teenage pussy as your little daughter-turned-hot-lezzy-bait watches you!”

Kelly stuffed her suit bottom in the MILF's mouth and secured it with one of the belts. She could feel the woman's shiver turn to a tremble of fear, excitement and extreme lust. It was that lust and fear that had held her there when Kelly went to her closet. Kelly had to smile. With her arms now bound behind her back, Brenda was already a prisoner in her mind. This gave her the excuse to stand there, watching the girls sensually molest her bound and gagged, naked daughter.

"With no one to hold you, let's make sure you stand and take it, so you can be a good mommy-slut for us," Kelly told Brenda. Kneeling on the floor behind her, Kelly took only a moment to cinch a leather belt around the woman's ankles and buckle it tightly. Then, going high on the thighs, she trapped them together with the chain belt as tightly as she could get it. It dug into the flesh of Brenda's nicely shaped thighs.

Leaving her standing bound, gagged and exposed, Kelly went to the master bathroom and took a medium-sized hand towel from the ring by the sink. She soaked it under the faucet, then wrung it out to make the same kind of whip that was used to make those delicious marks on Vicki's hot little ...