A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 04

"Now I want each of you to have at least half a dozen orgasms before you're allowed to extract your hands for anything other than re-lubing them, got it?" Amanda asked. It wasn't really a question.

"Yes, Amanda," both girls replied in unison to the not-question.

"Good. Half a dozen orgasms should bring your endorphin levels back up and help the healing process," Amanda lied. The orgasms wouldn't do a damn thing. But she figured that the amount of time they spent orally bringing each other off was about the right amount of time necessary for the F-24 to start doing its job. And of course, Amanda found the idea of Cora and Emily loudly orgasming in the background while she and her mother played enticing. "Now you girls behave yourselves. I'm going to go check in on mother. She seemed to have gotten all worked up at the sight of you two nymphs. I'm sure she'll need my help in taking the edge off."

All three sisters smiled at each other before the eldest turned and walked out of the room and the younger ones turned their attentions to the wet openings in front of their faces.

Now that Amanda mentioned it, she needed her own edge taken off as well. Perhaps those two overzealous nit-wits had the right idea, she thought. A little pussy juice on a nice big veined dildo sounds delightfully painful. I hope mom is in the mood to be a top because I'm in the mood to be a very naughty bottom right now, she decided as she headed down the hallway towards the bathroom. She contracted and released her already over packed sphincter as she walked to prepare it for something a lot more fun than just a non-moving plug. If Amanda had her way, her bottom was going to be very sore, very soon. And soon couldn't come soon enough.

Maybe if she was lucky, she and her two young sisters could daisy chain while they all applied F-24 to a sore bottom. The thought made her wetter and hornier than she was already.

Laura's mind didn't get the chance to wander very far.

"MOTHER!!!" came a cry of surprise mingled with disappointment from the door-less entry portal to the family bathroom. Laura froze, head snapping around and hand half buried in her cunt as her unfocused eyes found her eldest daughter standing there with her hands on her shapely hips looking at her disapprovingly. Laura was too out of breath from her masturbation to utter a challenge.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, mother!?" Amanda demanded. "Did you forget how to properly masturbate yourself? That's certainly not how you taught us to do it! This is something I'd expect out of an undisciplined teenager like Emily, but not out of a full grown woman who should know better!"

Despite her state of shocked immobility, Laura couldn't help but have a flash of déjà vu at a very similar conversation she'd actually just had with Emily not twenty-four hours ago about this very transgression. Sheepishly, she looked down between her massive breasts and their painfully clamped nipples at the hand still half buried up her cunt, and suddenly felt ashamed. Caught masturbating her pussy like a silly teenager when she should have been ensuring her back hole was being properly administered to instead. Laura had a sinking feeling that that very same back hole was about to get a serious administering to; the non-consensual kind. Her favorite kind!

"What would Daddy say if he saw you finger-fucking your whore cunt mere yards away from the very bed where he went to so much loving effort to ensure that his wife and daughters received proper anal training?" Laura had no response but to look sheepishly at the floor in defeat. "I won't repeat what he'd probably say, since I'm a lady and I don't use that kind of language, but I'll sure as shit tell you what he'd do. He'd drag your unthankful asshole into that very bed, fit the largest and most painful punishment plug up that same asshole and ram it in and out of your body until you came so much that you'd forget that you had a pussy to play with in the first place! Is that what you want, mother?" Amanda demanded as she stepped into the bathroom at last.

"Is that what you need, mother?" she asked more softly, stopping in front of the older woman. Amanda reached down and, with a moist squishing sound, pulled her mother's glistening finger out of the sopping cunt they were hiding in.

"Is that what your neglected butt needs, mom?" she asked even more softly. She used her other hand to lift the older woman's head up so that they could look into each other's eyes. Amanda saw the loneliness behind those portals into her mother's soul, and she realized she'd failed her mother utterly.

Amanda always assumed her mother was the strongest woman in the world and that she would be able to pick herself up and move on after the death of her husband; Amanda's father. She'd been wrong.

Amanda should have been there to pick up the pieces and put her mother back together when Laura couldn't. And she hadn't. She'd been too concerned with her own skyrocketing career and Todd's insatiable appetite for abusing her own nether hole that she'd just gone on assuming her mother would be alright. Amanda's failure looked back out at her from the depths of her mother's eyes and she knew what she had to do. Her place was here. By her mother's side for as long as it took for Laura to move on. Truly move on. Not just put on a stiff upper lip for the benefit of her two youngest sisters; but truly heal.

She also knew that by all that was right in the world, it should be her who needed to spend some time being anally ravaged by a horribly painful punishment dildo battering her well trained rectum. But as much as she'd been looking forward to just that when she'd agreed to come by the house for a night or two, she knew her mother needed the stiff discipline more than she needed those deep anal orgasms. Those powerful, mind shattering orgasms. Her mother's massive naked tits glistening with sweat and swaying back and forth in cadence to the powerful thrusting of the overly large punishment faux-dick mounted to a strap-on pounding into Amanda's defenseless ass... Amanda shook herself out of her pleasant daydream. That would come later. Probably tonight, actually. But right now, it was her mother's ass that needed that kind of attention.

"Is that what you need, mom?" she asked again as she took her mother's still wet fingers into her mouth to wash the musky fluid off of them with her tongue.

Laura could sense the change and the final decision being made by the younger woman in front of her, but had no idea what it was all about. All she knew was that she wanted to cry and beg her daughter to teach her ass a lesson that Dave would be proud of. She'd been neglecting her bottom orifice for far too long. Not that it wasn't constantly being dilated by an impressive array of oversized plugs and dildos; because it was. The five and a half inch monster parting her butt cheeks even now was a testament to that; even if it actually was the largest one she'd worn in months. Not that she didn't masturbate properly at least two or three times a day; because she still did. A woman has needs after all. She made a point of mounting a sizable dildo on the floor and riding it hard for at least half an hour before she went to bed each night to take the day's edges off her psyche; and made sure her daughters saw her and didn't worry about her anal well being. Not that she didn't tend to her two youngest daughter's developing anal needs; because she made sure that they too masturbated properly for just as long as she did.

It was the punishment sessions and maximum capacity training that she'd just let slack off. Emily's dilation should be a full inch wider than she could currently take. Cora was still increasing her maximum capacity, but not at the rate she could be if Laura was encouraging her as hard as she could be. And Laura's own anal dilation had actually shrank! For the first time in her life, she couldn't fit the same tools inside her that she could take with hardly any prep work just a year ago. They'd all been hurting emotionally and she'd unconsciously not wanted to pile physical hurt on top of emotional hurt. How wrong she'd been! All the experts and psychologists always said, "Whatever else you do, don't neglect you anal wellbeing." And that was exactly what she'd done.

"Yes, baby," Laura finally said meekly. "That's just what mommy's naughty ass needs. It's been far, far too long since mommy's been punished the way she needs to be," she said regaining her composure. "Can mommy's little girl punish mommy's poor bottom like she was taught to do?"

Despite herself, Amanda felt her pussy immediately start dripping down her inner thighs. Good girls didn't wear panties after all; they just get in the way. Whenever her mother started calling herself 'mommy' and talking in the third person, Amanda automatically assumed a submissive mindset. For years and years, her mother had taught her and her sisters the art of anal dilation and extreme penetration all the while calling herself 'mommy' and speaking in that cutesy mannerism. If she allowed her mother to start talking that way now, Amanda could still be the one on the receiving end of a spiked punishment dildo. She momentarily considered allowing her mother to continue talking and just let nature take its unstoppable course to its conclusion of a spasming and anally fulfilled Amanda, but her mother needed that more than she did right now.

Amanda passed the test of her temptation by stopping her mother before she could continue. "I thought as much," Amanda answered placing her finger on her mother's lips to stop her from speaking her next line. If Laura spoke in the third person much longer, Amanda would find herself on the business end of a strap-on.

Not allowing her mother a chance to fully take command of the situation, Amanda reached over to the drawer containing the light bondage equipment with her free hand. As she expected, her mother's favorite red ball gag was right on top and waiting to be used. Grabbing the protest silencer and bringing it to her mother's mouth before she had a change to raise an objection, Amanda commanded, "Now it's time to be silent, mother. You need to take your punishment like a big girl."

Laura started to say that she was 'Amanda's mother', not 'a big girl', but all she got out was a muffled, "Ammm not u..." as Amanda skillfully pushed the large rubber ball between her mother's teeth and allowed the magnetic clasp to come together behind her head and pull the device fully into place; sealing off all further protest. The ball gag was just large enough to stretch the jaws uncomfortably wide, but not painfully wide. Of course, this allowed for much longer durations of being silenced, which Amanda planed to take advantage of tonight.

Laura took the change in the balance of dominance in stride and allowed her daughter to lead her towards the master bedroom by her clamped nipples. Amanda only paused long enough to grab the key to her mother's dildo strap off the counter before continuing on into one of the rooms in the Wilder home which contained the more serious bondage equipment. The kind of equipment necessary for the punishment session both women were really looking forward to if they admitted it to themselves.

Amanda led her silenced mother to the very large dresser like piece of furniture that dominated the far wall of the large bedroom and its California king bed. The dresser had never contained any clothes but instead contained most of her mother's toy collection; but by no means all. Reaching down to the second drawer on the left and starting to pull it open Amanda grunted softly as the large hunk of latex still buried up her own butt shifted slightly and pushed against the bottom of her lungs. Momentarily ignoring the familiar feeling, she finished opening the drawer containing the heavy grit punishment dilator selection of her mother's collection. This paticular set started at five inches wide and fifteen inches long and stepped up from there. She'd never seen anyone, not even her mother, take the largest members of the set. But Dave was a believer of being prepared and they might be needed someday.

Laura almost protested and took out the ball gag when she discovered her daughter's destination. Only years of training kept the red rubber firmly locked behind her teeth. The large, sharp edged triangles that covered the length and width of this collection was a sensation her soon to be very sore rectum hadn't experienced in years. Even when Dave was alive he only used this set sparingly since it left his wife far too sore for really fun anal play for a day or more afterwards. A muffled, "Naa ose uns!" escaped from around the edges of the ball gag and were met with a firm slap to Laura's abundant yet toned left butt cheek.

"Now, now, mother! You know daddy's rules as well as I do. A woman in any form of bondage or restraint has absolutely no say in what goes into her holes," Amanda reminded her mother firmly. "Now why don't you pick out something appropriate while I remove your plug. It's only going to get in the way of what I have planned for that dirty hole of yours," Amanda continued as she pressed firmly forward against her mother's shoulders, causing her to bend at the waist. The sight took Amanda's breath away for a second. Her mother's beautifully shaped and toned backside, split up the middle by the locked dildo strap. The base of what was obviously a sizable toy secured up the gaping black hole her mother had always had for an asshole.

The key fit in smoothly and the lock and strap fell away leaving only the black disk of the plug's base between the tanned ass cheeks. As soon as the toy was free of its bondage it began to slide out of the dilated and unresisting orifice. Well, it looks like mom opted for a dilator plug this morning. That should make things easier, Amanda thought to herself. Grasping the base of the monstrous tool, she began to extract it out of her mother's backside. This looks like about five and a half inches to me, she considered. I wonder how deep it goes. Only one way to find out, she said to herself and smiled. About eight inches of thick bitch tamer had already come out of her mother's ass, with no indication that it was going to end anytime soon.

Despite the obvious size of the toy - which was actually larger than the one Amanda currently wore, but not by all that much - she knew Laura could take much larger toys up her cavernous backside. Hell, she'd personally put a lot of things up her mother's butt that were much larger than this thing. So why was her mother grunting in discomfort then? Maybe things were worse than Amanda had allowed herself to ever believe. There was only one way to find out.

"Go ahead and select one around your maximum capacity, mother. I think your little escapade in the bathroom warrants the worst that you have to offer." Laura looked over her shoulder at her sweetly smiling oldest daughter with pleading eyes. She was only met with an even sweater smile. "Definitely your maximum capacity," she corrected, glancing back at the five and a half inch rectum wrecker that was now twelve inches outside of her mother's ass and just now starting to feel like it would stop. "You should know better than to masturbate like that!"

Defeated, Laura returned her attention to her collection of heavy grit butt wreckers. My maximum capacity, she says. Figures. I don't even know what my maximum capacity is any more, Laura said to herself in frustration. And how do I communicate that uncertainty to Amanda? Well, as my mother always said, go big or go home. Laura kept that in mind as her eyes traced over the intimidating masses of rectal punishers; one of which would very soon find its way into her most intimate hole.

Go big or go home.

Well, she was already home. And that left her only one option. Laura made her selection and sighed heavily. This was going to be... strenuous.

To be continued in Déjà Vu, Part II:

Coming soon to a computer or mobile device near you, one of the following will probably happen: A) Through the insightful leadership of their beloved leader and dedication of their industrious people, North Korea finally conquers the rest of the world and restores all female buttholes to their original tightly closed, evolutionary approved, condition. B) The Martian zombie invasion begins! The Wilder women lose interest in anal sex entirely as they struggle for the very existence of the Human race against the onslaught of mindless flesh-eating hordes of undead aliens. C) Laura is brutally punished by her eldest daughter for her lack of self control. Amanda is so turned on by the end of her mother's well deserved discipline that she enlists her younger siblings to ensure that the last remaining intact Wilder ass does not escape vicious destruction.