Then we were in the bedroom. I closed the door behind me. There was no reason to do that. I wasn't afraid that she would get away, but it made a nice effect. I wanted to scare her and get her afraid of me and ready to do anything I asked without pausing a moment to question it one bit. That was what I intended and I could see that I was already well on my way to doing just that with her.
"You've become a very pretty girl, Carlene," I said.
"Thanks, Mom. A… a lot of people say I take after you," she said.
"Don't try and flatter me to get out of trouble. You're in it now and you're going to take your punishment and it won't be easy for you."
She gulped, sighed, and nodded her head at me.
"Here's what I want you to do first," I said. "Are you listening to me?"
She took another breath and then nodded her head quickly up and down.
"I'm… I'm listening, Mom, really," she said to me.
"I want you to take off your clothes. All of your clothes."
"What for… I mean, why do you want me to do that?" she asked me.
I threw up my hands and pretended to be furious with her.
"Just do as I say and stop wasting my time, do you understand?"
She gulped and nodded her head at me at this command.
She started stripping off her clothes, one by one. I watched her, a smirk of delight on my face as she did it.
She was not wearing a bra and I enjoyed the sight of my daughter's big, firm titties. She was probably nervous now. Her nipples were sticking out firmly. I couldn't believe that she could be excited by what she was doing, although that was a pleasant enough idea for me to fantasize about for the time being.
She took off her jeans then and stood there only in panties. She held her hands in front of her thighs, looking for all the world like a bashful little kid.
"Come on, come on, you're wasting my time, don't you know that? I want you to take everything off. I thought I made that clear to you. Come on now, Carlene, stop wasting my time and yours. Get those clothes off of you."
"But I don't see why I… oh gosh," she sighed.
"You aren't going to be bashful, are you, for God's sake?" I said. "I've seen you naked a thousand times. Now take your clothes off."
The fact was that I hadn't seen her naked in quite some time and back at that time she had been decidedly less developed than she was now.
She removed her panties and then stood there naked in front of me. I could see that she was nervous about it, not because she was shy, though, since I didn't think my daughter was that type at all. But because she sensed something was really in the air now, and she didn't know what it was. It was the uncertainty.
I went over to my dresser and opened a drawer. I took out some things in there. I took out lacey items, nice feminine things and some leather things as well. They were for me, as my daughter would soon see.
I handed her the things I wanted her to try on and she took them. She looked at the lacey black garter belt I handed her. She looked puzzled, but she put it on. She knew better than to keep arguing with me. I was strangely turned on watching her slip herself into that belt. She slid on one stocking after the other, pulling them up along her meaty thighs. It was quite a sight for me, I must say.
She put on the uplift bra that I gave her. It held those creamy titties of hers up in a most provocative manner. The nipples were now poking out tautly.
I walked up to her and then started moving around her body, looking at her, glancing up and down, smiling and nodding as I regarded her figure.
"Yes, yes, you're built very nice… very nice indeed," I said to her.
She gulped and shrugged her shoulders at me. "Thanks, Mom," she said.
I glanced at her some more for another few seconds and then I was starting to take my own clothes off right there in front of her, to her surprise.
I winked at her. "Just stay where you are," I said. "I'll be with you in just a moment if you hold on there, dear girl."
She was quite puzzled by this turn of events, I'm sure. She looked at me and sighed and wondered just what I was about to do.
I kept glancing at her as I continued to undress. I couldn't take my eyes off that sexy body of hers. She was really something else, I thought. My daughter. My delightful, sexy daughter. I knew that it was wicked for me to think such things about her, but I couldn't help it. I just couldn't help myself. That was the way I felt.
Now, before her staring eyes I slipped on my crotchless leather panties and pulled a leather bra onto my big, firm titties. My nipples were even more erect than hers and they hooked really wild sticking through the little holes in tile ends of each bra cup.
I stared at her as I moved my hands over my breasts and fingered the stiff nipples. I stuck my tongue out and very slowly licked it across my upper lip.
I got out two pairs of shoes. A black pair for her and brown leather ones for me. Both had spiked heels. I wondered what she made of all this.
I told her to put the shoes on and she did it although she was definitely perplexed as to what this was all about.
She strapped the shoes on as I watched her, delighted by the erotic spectacle.
I stood tall as I watched her, thrusting my cunt out and undulating it.
She stood there, trembling slightly as I regarded her. I strode about in front of her, back and forth, staring at her, nodding my head up and down thoughtfully.
"You have done something very bad, Carlene," I said to her. "Do you realize that?"
She shrugged and then nodded her head. "Yeah, I realize it."
"I'm glad that you do. You will have to be punished for that. You are going to learn that you can't do whatever brazen thing comes into your mind. No. This has to he stopped and I am the one who is going to stop you once and for all."
It was thrilling to play dominant botch to my own daughter. I didn't know if she was as thrilled by it but I didn't care.
"All right, girl, now walk into the bathroom," I told her.
She gulped and nodded her head and then went into the bathroom.
I followed her in there. I walked just a few paces behind her. She had a beautiful ass, that daughter of mine, just wonderful. It gave me a sharp, sexual thrill to watch it wiggling back and forth, from side to side. I wanted to run over there and slide my hands over it and then kiss it and lick it. But there was time for that.
She went into the bathroom and looked around, wondering, I guess, what I had in there in store for her. But she couldn't tell yet.
She was sexy to look at in her bra and garter belt and stockings.
I went to the cabinet and took out the things I thought I would need.
I hung up the bag on the curtain rod in the shower. It was all filled and ready to be used. I didn't want to waste any time with her.
She stared at it and the long rubber hose and she gulped loudly and looked at me. I could imagine what was going through her head at that point.
I took a quick step towards her and slapped her across the face. She gulped and didn't know what to do at that point. I reached down to her cunt and pulled on the pussy hairs, pulling several of them right out of her body. She gasped at this.
"I think you know what I'm going to do to you now, don't you?" I said.
"I… I don't know," she said with a shrug of her naked shoulders.
"I think you have a pretty good idea," I said to her.
I took hold of the rubber hose. I played with the nozzle a bit, making sure that everything was in good working order there. And it was.
"I want you to bend over the tub there, Carlene," I told her.
"What? I don't understand, Mom? What do you want me to do?"
"You heard me quite well. I think. I want you to bend over the tub. I want you to stretch your ass wide open. Come on, stretch that pretty ass of yours for me. You can do it, I know that you can. I want to see your asshole sticking out at me."