Mrs. Pussie suddenly punched her daughter in the cunt. The girl yelled and fell backward on the bed. Her mother chuckled like some crazy witch. She cursed her daughter and stripped off her own clothes. Through tear-filled eyes Mary could see her mother's naked body. It was a sight to behold. She was fascinated by it, couldn't take her eyes off of it. She peeked at the hairy cunt which was much like her own. She wanted the jiggling breasts as her mother moved close to the bed. Then her mother went to one of the nightstands, giving Mary a wonderful glimpse of her full-cheeked ass.
Taking an ugly, black, many-fingered whip from the drawer, Mrs. Pussie moved toward her daughter and the bed. She smiled down at Mary and held the whip aloft for her inspection. "You do know that you deserve what you're going to get?" Mrs. Pussie cried.
"Y-y-yes," Mary said, her words unsure.
"You know that I like a clean body to work on?"
"Yes," the girl answered.
"You deliberately disobeyed me, correct?"
"Y-y-yes, Mother."
"I'm glad at least that I do not have to punish you for lying too," her mother told the cowering girl.
Mrs. Pussie helped her daughter to turn onto her tummy. She untied the girl's wrists and fastened them to one of the bedposts. Now the girl was defenseless, on her tummy with her hands tied to the bed. She could not even watch her tormentor as she chastised her. Mary felt sad because she liked to watch the play of emotion on her mother's face when she was punishing her.
Now her mother was pulling her thighs apart and fastening rope around each ankle. She tied each foot to the bottom of the bed. Her daughter was now open and vulnerable. To keep the girl from screaming too loudly, Mrs. Pussie stuffed her own smelly panties into the girl's mouth and tied a small bath towel around her head to keep the gag in place.
Mary knew she was in for it. Her mother had never used a gag before. This was going to be a terrible session! Her body would pay dearly.
Mary's meter began by lightly whipping Mary's shoulders. The lashes were more like caresses. The woman methodically moved down the girl's back. Once that area had been completely dealt with, the woman whipped lightly up each leg. She whipped each thigh, exciting the girl on the bed tremendously. Just as Mary was settling down to enjoy this procedure until she climaxed, the whip struck her fanny harshly. The girl flinched and a muffled scream filtered through her gag.
The whip had left one red mark across the two hillocks. Her mother was pleased with the esthetic quality of the lash mark. She stuck the quivering behind again. Mary jumped again. The whip burned and hurt her tender mounds. Her mother was an accomplished sadist. She knew all the tricks of waiting, creating a suspenseful atmosphere. She knew when to be mildly cruel and when to be extremely cruel. She was a true dominatrix. No wonder her father loved her!
Her mother lashed her a third time, and a fourth, and a fifth. But soon Mary could detect a jerky motion in her mother's whipping. She was less methodical. She was more passionate. Mary knew that the whipping was exciting her mother sexually. She felt good about that. She knew that in a sense it was her body exciting her mother. She knew that it was her surrender, her giving in which aroused her wicked mother!
The heavy whip thongs dug into the flesh of her ass cheeks several more times. The pain was not so extreme any more; her tender cheeks had become slightly numb. Her mother began whipping the girl's thighs, striking in the tender areas where the ass cheeks melt into the flesh of the thigh. Mary was hot and bothered by these proceedings. She needed to come. By the sounds and actions of her mother, she too needed to climax.
Mrs. Pussie untied one of her daughter's feet. Then she sat on the bed, wriggled into place and began trying to shove the delicate foot into her well-moistened cunt. Once she got the foot inside her body she began to hump the foot like mad. Mary could feel the enveloping warmth of the cunt. It was wet and sloppy, and her foot moved easily in and out. Her body moved against the bed, rubbing her groin against the bedspread. The foot fucking added to her arousal. Soon both women came.
CHAPTER SIX
While the two women were recovering from their session, the bedroom door opened. Mary's father stood in the doorway staring at the women on the bed. He saw his wife with his daughter's dainty foot up her cunt. He could hardly believe his eyes. The whole scene was obscene beyond belief. Mr. Pussie felt a stirring in his groin.
Mary was on her tummy, her hands tied to the top of the bed. His wife was lying on her back, her legs spread like some whore, and her cunt engulfed Mary's foot! Mr. Pussie opened his fly and, took out his stiffening cock. He moved over near the bed. When his wife looked around, she gave a gasp. Her husband was fondling his prick gently. He looked down at his lovely wife. She looked ripe for fucking. He wanted to fuck – his cock was bursting with juices for her.
But Mrs. Pussie had other plans. She had been satiated and was in no mood to fuck. She drew her daughter's foot out of her cunt and began to get up from the bed. She grabbed hold of her husband's cock and yanked on it. The man yelped and followed her in the direction she had pulled him. She ordered him to take off his clothes and sit on the bed and wait for her to return. She was gone for a few minutes and when she returned she found him trying to stick his eager prick into Mary's ass.
"Get off of her, you pig!" Mrs. Pussie said.
The man quickly obeyed. He sat on the edge of the bed like a bad boy.
His wife waved a finger at him and began to chastise him verbally. "How dare you fly to sneak a piece behind my back. Only I can grant your carnal wish. You will ask me in the future when you wish to use her, do you hear?"
"Yes, dear," the man mumbled.
"Speak up, I can't hear you!" his wife shouted at him.
With bowed head, the man said, "Yes, dear."
Mary was amazed at how well her mother handled her father. She really had him under her thumb. She identified readily with her father because she too had been well trained. But in a part of her she felt that her father was a little less manly because he allowed himself to be controlled so easily!
Her mother untied Mary's hands and turned the girl on her back. Then she retied the ropes and undid the gag. She pulled the soaked panties from Mary's mouth and offered the girl a drink of whiskey. Mary was dry, and drank greedily. The whiskey burned her throat and caused her to shiver, but once it was in her belly, a warm glow filled her.
"Thank you, Mother," Mary said sweetly.
"You're very welcome."
Mary looked at her father. He was sitting on the side of the bed, his head was lowered. His hands were folded in his lap. He just waited.
Mrs. Pussie stood in the middle of the room, her legs placed firmly on the floor, slightly apart. The hair on her pussy was matted due to the foot fucking.
"Get your hands away from that wicked organ," his wife said.
The man quickly placed his hands at his sides, exposing his cock to his wife. The woman laughed as she took in the sight. The once mighty prick was now limp and useless. In its present condition he couldn't have put it in a knothole, let alone his daughter's tight little asshole! Mrs. Pussie told him this. The man was humbled by the experience, knowing that his sexual power was transient. This was woman's strength and man's weakness. Mrs. Pussie had experimentally proved this thesis to her husband many times before this. She delighted whenever she could again show him that it was so. They both looked at the man's cock.
"What will make him rise to the occasion?" she asked him.
"You will, my dear. You will give him life," the man babbled, as he had been taught.