The woman's mouth sucked avidly upon Mike's turgid prick. In and out of her liquid mouth his cock moved. The woman closed her eyes and waited for the eruption. She didn't have to wait long.
The man groaned as his sperm filled the woman's gulping mouth. She chewed on his prick, trying to milk it of all of his delicious semen.
Mrs. Pussie stared down at the man when he had returned to his senses. "And you think love and one woman can offer you more than what you have just received?"
The man had to admit that she was right. He stared up at Mary. She looked down at him. They both seemed to say that they were sorry, but her mother was right. It was nice while it lasted, Mike thought, but it was an illusion. Mary thought basically the same thing. She would never leave her mother. She would always be her partner, in bed and out of bed. She thought about her education thus far. She figured she had learned more in the last few months than many people tarn in a lifetime. She was thankful to her mother for opening all of these doors to her. She could never repay her mother far her kindness. Her mother was one in a million.
She wondered what was ahead for her? Would her life be an endless romp from prick to prick and cunt to cunt? This was when she missed Mike the most. Her mother might be right in saying that love does not exist but she and Mike did share something. For a time it was warm and wonderful. The acts with the others were the same, all right, but there was something warm with Mike. She had never felt it with any of her other partners. She didn't imagine it.
Her mother flicked her across the thighs with a whip to get Mary's attention. Mary turned her face toward her mother. The woman spoke. "Have you seen the error of your way, my child?"
Without a pause to think, Mary answered her mother. "Yes, Mother."
"Good. To reward you I am going to take you upstairs and let you have me."
Mary grew very excited. Her mother's sexual power over the girl's body was amazing. She only had to crook her finger, so to speak, and the girl would come crawling with her tongue hanging out. Her mother never wasted any time in putting the tongue to work either.
Mrs. Pussie handcuffed her daughter's hands behind her back and led the naked girl up to her bedroom. The orgy would go on without them. They would never be missed. Once inside her bedroom, Mrs. Pussie turned the girl toward her. She told her a story. A long time ago, she too felt the way her daughter felt about a man. It was fleeting, however. She explained to Mary that the marks of a whipping were more real than what she called love. Yes, she remembered the feelings. They were of a different nature than what she knew now. But having these feelings was like having a religious experience; it didn't happen with everyone. Sure, the feelings were nice, but they could not be summoned by command. If something could not be controlled, then how could it work for your benefit? One had to grasp the real things in life. One could not waste a life on the pursuit of such an airy thing as love.
Mrs. Pussie grasped one of her daughter's breasts in her hand. She squeezed the full globe. Mary winced slightly and gasped. Her mother's fingers were so strong, they hurt her. Two fingers then pinched her nipple. Then Mrs. Pussie tweaked both nipples at the same time. The girl screwed her face up with the pain.
"This is love," her mother said. Then Mrs. Pussie slapped her daughter's tummy, and then her buttocks. "And this is love," she repeated. "And this. And this! And this!" the woman cried as she spanked Mary's ass.
"Owwwwhhhh! Oohhhh!" Mary screamed. "I love it! I love it! I love it!" Mary cried as the wicked hand paddled her sensitive ass.
"I love you!" Mrs. Pussie shouted, her spanking ceasing. She began caressing her daughter's ass and soon her dainty fingers began to wiggle their way into Mary's juicy anus.
The girl gulped and moved forward slightly. She parted her legs to give her mother complete access to her body. Mary was beginning to get hot for mother's other hand became busy at the girl's cunt. Her fingers stoked over the swollen cunt lips, dipped inside her juicy vagina. The girl was in heaven with fingers in her cunt and asshole. Her breathing had increased and her body was hot with desire. This was love, all right. This was where it was at. This was how it was supposed to be.
Mrs. Pussie fastened her lips around Mary's nipple. Three kinds of stimulation were being applied to the girl's lovely body. It would not be long before she would explode with orgasmic delight.
"Oh, do me, Mother," Mary whimpered. "I love you. I love this… ooohhh… aaaggg…" Mary groaned, her body twisting and straining frantically against her mother's glorious hands. The woman bringing the girl more joy than any man could ever hope to bring her.
In a short time the couple was joined by some friends from the cellar. Mary once again became the sexual center of attention. It was as though these people had to rid the girl of her love fantasy. It was as though they wanted to erase it with their activity. It was as though they feared the feelings somehow.
Mary was tied spread eagled to the bed. Men and women used their mouths and hands on the girl. They fucked her, sucked her. They whipped her and beat her and she begged for more. She needed more. This was her life, to be their sex slave. To obey and serve, that was all she was good for. That was what she needed. She craved it all. Her mother had taught her extremely well. There would be no other loves for her. Mary was locked body and soul to her mother and her mother's ways. From this day forward her life would be lived to satisfy her mother's whims. And Mary would love even moment of it. She would know happiness in this way. She would fulfill herself.
She looked back at her life. She thought about the dicks that she had sucked and fucked. She thought about the women who had enjoyed her cunt. She thought about the come she had eaten. She thought about the whippings and beatings. Everything was drab compared to her mother's embrace.
The woman's mouth was glued to the girl's pussy, and with every lick and suck, every gulp and groan the woman sucked up part of the girl. She sucked up part of her courage, her being, her individuality. Passively the girl enjoyed another tremendous orgasm, produced by her mother. There was no escape. There was no end. There was only life at her mother's command. Was it heaven?