"Well, it sure takes some getting used to," Faith chose her words carefully. "It isn't something that I have aspired to. And I'm not sure that I'm comfortable being your lover."
"You aren't my lover," Jill responded. "To be sure, I love you very much; more than you can imagine. But we aren't lovers."
"You are sucking on my nipple," said Faith, incredulous at her mother's response. "You have two fingers in my pussy. You just had me eat you. We aren't lovers?"
"No, dear. We aren't lovers. We have had sex but that was recreational sex. Think of all of this as a game. It will be much easier to understand that way."
"I'll try," replied Faith. She gasped as Jill slid a third finger into her, feeling her sex being stretched.
"Your body seems to enjoy being owned," observed Jill. "You are constantly wet and aroused. And I enjoy owning your body."
Faith moaned as Jill ran her thumb over her clit. Jill continued. "You are so delightful as a slave. My sisters and I have had lots of slaves and subs but we all agree that you are the most desirable one we have ever owned or played with."
"What will happen to us?" asked Faith. "What happens to our relationship after the summer is over?"
Jill slid down on the bed until she was lying between Faith's legs. She continued to pump her fingers in and out of Faith, occasionally tilting her head down to flutter her tongue over the girl's clit and savoring the taste. "That's up to you entirely. I plan to resume being my daughter's mother. I'm hoping that you will be my daughter. If you decide to join Ann and Jane and me again in the future, that's up to you. Or you could decide that you don't want to play the game any more."
"How can you think of this as a game?" asked Faith. She sucked in her breath as Jill sucked on her clit and nipped it lightly with her teeth. "There is too much emotion involved for it to be a game."
"There can be emotion," replied Jill. "But it's a game because it's make believe. It's role play." She reached for a bottle of baby oil and poured some over her knuckles before sliding her fingers back into Faith.
"I don't know what to think any more," complained Faith. "I'm so confused. Part of me hates this. And part of me wants this to go on forever."
Jill slid a fourth finger into Faith and flickered her tongue over the erect little clit. "I think there's at least a little bit of slavegirl in everyone. I'm glad that at least part of you is enjoying it. All of me is enjoying owning you. You are just so precious."
Faith groaned as Jill's fingers stretched and opened her. Jill started moving her fingers again in a slow, steady pumping action. "You are just the girl I want to own," Jill continued.
"But Mom, I'm your daughter."
Jill sighed and suckled on the clit again, causing Faith to shudder. "I know. I'll just have to find someone just like you." Then, she tucked her thumb alongside her fingers and pressed them forward, stretching Faith even more.
"Mom! What are you doing!?!?!?!?"
"Hush, little one," replied Jill. "Relax. Relax. Relax." She kept pushing, causing Faith to grunt and groan. It became uncomfortable and then painful for the girl and then the pain subsided. She looked down and saw, to her horror, that her mother's wrist was embedded in her body.
Jill flicked the clit with her tongue as she opened her hand inside of her daughter. It felt like she was inside a tight warm mitten and she let her fingers dance along the inner walls. "Isn't this nice?" she asked.
"Ohmigod!" groaned Faith. She couldn't believe that she had a hand buried deep inside of her. She felt her mother's fingers exploring and probing, causing her to tremble. Her body became damp with perspiration as her sex was stretched around the hand and wrist. "Ohmigod!"
Jill caressed the inner surfaces and poked and prodded, enjoying the way it made her daughter's body tremble. The taut, firm belly was in constant motion as it quivered. She flicked the distended clit again and drew an immediate gasp from the stretched girl.
Jill started to focus her attention on Faith's cervix, stroking it lightly at first. Then, with a single finger, she started pushing. Faith groaned as she felt the pressure and felt her belly starting to cramp. Jill continued to push, eliciting louder groans until she pushed through the opening, causing Faith to shriek in pain.
Jill kept her finger motionless as it was lodged in the tiny orifice. She started suckling on the juicy clit as Faith's body tried to adjust to the intrusion. The sharp pain had subsided, replaced by the dull throbbing and cramps. Jill's tongue fluttered over the sensitive little bud, drawing Faith closer to an orgasm.
Jill pushed her daughter right to the edge of her climax before she moved again. Then, as Faith was about to fall over the edge, she started sliding her finger in and out of the girl's womb, sending fresh pain through the captive body. Jill flickered her tongue more quickly, pushing Faith into her climax as pain coursed through her belly. The orgasm went on and on as Jill's tongue and finger kept moving.
Faith gripped the sheet beneath her tightly in her hands as she shook her head back and forth. The pain was intense. The orgasm was even more intense. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets and her entire body quaked from the mixture of pain and pleasure. Eventually, she fainted.
Jill gave the tender clit one more kiss before she slowly extracted her hand. She went to the bathroom to wash up and Faith was still passed out when she returned. She climbed into the bed with her beautiful daughter and gathered her lovingly in her arms, pulling a sheet over the two of them. They slept together though the night, cuddled tightly against one another.
Chapter 18
The week drew to a close and Jill and Ann departed for home. The twins were promoted back to the status of mistress and Faith was once again the only slavegirl in town. In a way, the twins were almost disappointed that their adventure was over. They had both truly enjoyed running around naked at the beck and call of the three mistresses.
"Is it true your mom fisted you?" asked Cinny. She and Faith and Linny were lying around the pool after Faith had been harnessed to the cart and had taken the two girls for a ride.
Faith blushed at the question. She wondered if they knew all of the details of the past week. "Yes, it's true."
"Rats!" groused Cinny. "I wonder why she didn't do it to me. You had all the fun." Faith just shook her head in disbelief.
Jane returned to work after taking the week off to spend it with her sisters and the three slaves, leaving the "governess" alone with the two girls. All pretenses about Faith being in charge were gone now, though. She was kept naked all the time. The only time she ever wore clothes was when she had to take the girls somewhere. Even then, her clothes were either minimal or very revealing.
Halters and tube tops were frequently prescribed by the twins. Their favorite outfit, though, seemed to be the bib overall shorts. It was a pair of denim shorts with a denim bib that was held up by suspenders over her shoulders. If she was motionless, the bib covered her nipples and much of her breasts from a frontal view. From the side, however, the full profile of each breast could easily be seen. And when she moved, her breasts became animated and frequently peeked out from behind the bib. The twins liked the outfit for that reason and also because it gave them free access to the luscious orbs, which they frequently took advantage of.
Faith was frequently bound in some way also. While Jane preferred her slave without a collar, the twins liked their girl in a collar so they could cuff her wrists to it. This kept Faith's hands out of the way, giving them unlimited access to the charms on the slave's chest.