How My Mom Wants Us: A Degraded Mom

SUMMARY: After uncovering the dirty truth about her mother being submissive, the daughter took the opportunity to exploit this newfound power, compelling her mother to perform demeaning tasks willingly and without resistance.

NOTE 1: This is the second part of the enthralling "How My Mom Wants Us" series. If you haven't had the chance to read the first part yet, I highly recommend doing so—it's sure to captivate you.

NOTE 2: All characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18.

NOTE 3: Please be aware that due to the intricate plotlines, this narrative has been split into multiple parts for publication. Stay tuned for the upcoming sections.

Note 4: It's important to emphasize that bigamy (marrying someone while still legally married to another person) is illegal in many jurisdictions and is not morally ethical. The rewritten passage only reflects the provided information but should not promote or endorse such actions.

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In the first part, How My Mom Wants Us: Seduction, when the daughter first came home from college, she witnessed her mother and her cousin-brother having incestuous sex. In addition to the mother's intentions about her daughter's sexuality, her confession indicated how she was attempting to persuade her children into engaging in incest while pretending to get fucked by her own son.

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How My Mom Wants Us: A Degraded Mom

Both my mother and Milan looked startled. Mom hurriedly jumped out of the desk, shuffling all the kitchenware and dishes and dropping them on the floor, clearly frantic—a strange shift after seeing such submissiveness just a few seconds ago. She picked up her petticoat oddly, while Milan too put his boxers in. Realizing the cucumber still inside her gave her some pain, but for that moment she ignored that fact slipped into her petticoat, and called back, "Annu, you are home early."

"What the fuck, Mom?" I asked and waited for both to react.

"I-I-I can explain." Mum babbled, very worried about how I would react and embarrassed after getting caught red-handed with my cousin-brother. My mother tied up her petticoat knot across her chest, then awkwardly came close to me with that cucumber still inside her, causing her to limp. With a shy demeanor, she gently parted her hair and pulled it forward, using it to cover her swollen and wet nipples. Possibly, cum was still dripping out of her recently deposited asshole.

"Reeeeeally?" With a playful tone, I teased, fully aware of the kind of explanation she had in store for me, and then I added, "Please do."

"I suppose I should go," Milan eventually stated, already dressed in his half-pants and t-shirt at that point.

"Would Sharmila or Jhuma approve this?" I inquired as we both glanced at him. My mother immediately swung around and grasped my hands, her eyes pleading with me not to tell anybody else about this.

Jhuma, the first wife of Milan, was 37 years old at the time. She possessed an elegant stature, good health, and captivating beauty, with a dusky complexion and a figure measured at 34DD-30-36. Their marriage was arranged, resulting in the joyous presence of a seven-year-old daughter and a four-year-old son in their lives.

Everything was going well between Milan and Jhuma for the first four years until he met Sharmila, a masseuse.

Milan started to frequent the massage parlor before his marriage. They would go for coffee almost every day after she finished her shift. A few days later, she started giving him full-body massages, which eventually turned into hand jobs. Milan took her to a hotel one day, and they had a sexual encounter. After a few months, Sharmila fell pregnant, compelling Milan to marry her with the mutual consent of Jhuma.

Milan's love story took an unexpected turn as he chose to marry Sharmila while still being married to Jhuma without seeking a divorce. Sharmila, 33 years old, had her own charm, with a short and healthy frame adorned by a fair complexion and a figure of 36B-32-38. They fell deeply in love and embarked on a new journey of marriage, leading to the arrival of their adorable three-year-old son.

"Most likely not," Milan stated confidently, then swiftly justified himself upon being caught, "However, we wouldn't wish for your mother to live a secluded life like that character in 'A Walk to Remember,' now would we?"

"Reeeeeally? That's your justification for fucking your aunt in the ass by placing a cucumber in her dirty cunt on her kitchen table and making her moan like Godzilla so the entire slum could hear her out." I countered.

"Annu! Watch your language, and don't you dare talk to me like that." Mom yelled at me for using such vulgar language in front of my seniors.

"Huh! I'll talk to you however I want to, Mum." I strolled into our one and only bedroom, pretending to be angry. Strange ideas raced through my mind as I realized I couldn't see any of this happening in a million, trillion years:

My mum is submissive; an obedient slut-mother clearly enjoys verbal humiliation.

She has no shame getting naked in front of her own children and has attempted to seduce me and my younger brother several times, something I was unaware of until then.

Not only did my mother watch her own son masturbating, but she also allowed him to watch her fingering. More than that, she also stroked his dick.

Moreover, she had seduced me, got naked in front of me, and even fingered my pussy—her own daughter's pussy.

Mum also allowed her sister's already-married son to fuck her ass in our kitchen while putting a cucumber inside her cunt and keeping the main door wide open in the afternoon.

Oh, my God, my mother can take the whole cucumber inside her pussy.

All those were incomprehensible—how my Mum ended up being such a slutty, how did my Mum get to be standing naked and sucking, taking a cock inside her pussy ass and mouth, in our main doorway with the door wide open?

All of these were in my thoughts, and I was unsure of how I ought to respond. I should forget about what I just witnessed and move on with my usual life, or I too should just jump into the web of incest.

By that time, Milan had said something to my mother and left. My mum took out that cucumber from her pussy but didn't bother wearing anything else and just entered the bedroom without locking the main door. She placed her hand on my shoulder and whispered, "Annu, please listen to me."

I turned around, waved off her hand, and directly looked into her eyes. I was literally furious, then my mother started to lie: "Annu, since your father has gone, I have no one to look after us, support us, or be the wall your father was, and I just got a little carried away."

"What the fuck, Mum. You didn't just get carried away and start seducing your own children; you also wandered around the house naked." I countered her, while my eyes came down through her neckline to her deep cleavage and her poking nipple over that petticoat. I've observed Mum wearing only petticoats on multiple occasions, but this time, it was distinct. It was purely driven by lust, nothing more.

"I know it was a terrible mistake, and I promise you, Annu, this won't happen ..." she was apologizing, but I interrupted her. "Just shut up, Deepali."

She froze in disbelief as I used her first name for the first time ever.

Before Mum could respond with anything, I walked close to her, standing merely 1 or 2 feet away, and I could feel her warmth, filled with temptation and a breath full of seduction. A devilish idea suddenly popped into my mind, and I couldn't resist pulling the knot of her petticoat. It immediately dropped to the ground, leaving her entirely naked in front of me.

Her woman instinct rushed to cover her boobs with one hand, and her pussy hid under her other palm as she promptly closed her eyes and shifted her face diagonally left.

"Mum, I have to tell you, you have a very sexy and slutty figure," I said while staring at her entire naked body from head to toe.

"Please, Annu, what are you doing?" My mother objected, even though it was an empty protest.

I could see her perky, hard nipples dying for attention as she put her palm between her boobs, keeping them wide and open. She never attempted to pick up her petticoat from the ground, nor did she leave the room like any mother would. Instead, Mum was giving a very clear indication that she was relishing the moment since she had always wanted this, totally ignoring the fact that the main gate was still wide open.

So, I took the opportunity and replicated something quite similar to those porn videos or erotic stories and ordered, "On your knees, Deepali."

Obviously, I wanted to demonstrate my superiority in this new mother-daughter incestuous relationship that was emerging between us. Furthermore, she might have foreseen how I would react and embrace my dominant role once she had finished seducing me.

However, she played hard to get, opening her eyes but not looking back, not making eye contact with mine, but pleading, "Please, Annu, stop this."

"What exactly is it? Isn't that what you were hoping for?" I inquired.

"Annu, we need to talk, all those were mistakes." Mum acted rationally.

"Which one, specifically, was your mistake? You wore my high school salwar and had Papa fuck you pretending to be me while having the door open wide at the usual time for me to arrive home, or you sucked his cock being completely naked in the middle of the room, or despite the fact that your daughter was sleeping right next to you both and you were riding his cock naked in the middle of the night." I listed.

Upon hearing the shocking revelation, Mom gasped in surprise. She turned her attention towards me, placing her hand over her mouth, and asked, "You saw us?"

"Shut up, bitch mother, don't pretend that was unintended," I disclosed, "especially after the way you were squeezing your boobs while riding his massive cock and whispering about me."

"I was simply engaging in some role-playing with your father, nothing more than that," she attempted to convince me.

"Wearing your daughter's clothes, especially knowing the fact that it was my usual time to return home?" I asked.

At that moment, I observed her body's reaction with amazement. She seemed visibly embarrassed, her face flushed with a ruby-red hue, and her body emanating warmth. Her hair was coifed in a bun, and she had a round face with small, alluring dark eyes, a big, rounded nose, and plump lips. Her neck led to a well-endowed chest with large, round breasts, featuring a prominent black areola and perky nipples. Moving down, she had a perfectly round belly button, a smooth stomach, and a neatly shaved pussy area. Her thighs were fluffy, and her legs were small. I took a moment to gaze intently at every inch of her naked body, examining each detail closely. Throughout, she maintained her modesty by covering her cunt with one hand.

Then, I started to circle around her, moving from her left to her right, and as I did so, my hands glided over her ample, fleshy right thigh, eventually reaching her naked, soft buttocks. However, I slowed my pace and inquired, "So tell me, filthy slutty bitch, was that the water glistening on your ass, or were you intentionally swaying your ass that day after your shower while you were trying to seduce me?"

"I-I-I-I'm not sure," she stammered. As I moved closer to her, she averted her gaze, turning her face away from mine just as our eyes were about to lock in a stare.

I ignored her feigned shyness and began to caress my fingers over her skin, moving from her ass cheeks to her butt crack. This elicited little goosebumps, and I could feel the slight flexing of her muscles as the hair follicles on her skin rose a bit. Playfully, I gave her ass cheek a firm slap, leaving it red, and demanded, "Answer the damn question, Slut."

"Ouch, Annu, no, I mean, I'm sorry." Mum babbled, somehow having been turned on. I gazed at her backside from top to bottom. She had a little tan line in the middle position, probably because of her petticoat lace and sweat dripping down her finely formed back. Her exquisite V-shaped curve added sexiness to her waistline; her Venus dimples just over her ass cheeks oozed her sexiness more and more; and lastly, her enormous, puffy, and rounded ass cheeks constantly wiggle when she walks.

I could feel my pussy soaking as I glared at her finely shaped back. The thought came to me while I was thinking about my feminism, and for a brief period I wondered, "Why am I drawn to her body structure? I'm a lesbian?"

I unconsciously slid my fingers across her right ass to the front again, my mouth watering at the sight of her exquisite shapes. But I quickly returned to my current helm and began to walk gently and in front.

"Really, mother?" I questioned her, and my fingers continued on her flesh, touching and enduring her every curve, finally closing from her right thigh to her groin area. "Are you certain?"

"Ahhh!" She whimpered at my touch, and her pupils circled; her body was getting too tired to stand properly, even though her hand was still covering her pussy.

"Ahhh? So, my slut mother likes that. huh?" I asked after hearing her moan.

"Please Annu," she murmured, her cheeks tinted with a blush. Responding with a touch of theatrics, she seemed to be testing my patience. Irritation crept in as I closed the distance between us, our faces just inches apart, sharing the warmth of our breaths and the faintest whispers of sound. As I gripped each of her stiff nipples with my hands, they were protruding and begging for attention. I pinched them together first, then turned them about clockwise.

"Oh Gooooooooooooooooodd." She screamed, her voice echoing through the air, as she tightly grasped both of my hands with her own. Yet she didn't resist or pull away; instead, her eyes met mine, a plea for dominance shining in her eyes.

The excitement intensified between us. With anticipation in the air, we both nervously bit our lips. I gently rested my hands on her shoulders, guiding her down to the floor, and she obediently followed, gracefully kneeling before me, maintaining unbroken eye contact. I inquired, "So, you wanted to give me control?"

"You heard?" she asked, lacking any surprise in her tone.

"Yes, I did, Deepali," I confirmed, emphasizing her name while showcasing my authority. With a deliberate stride, I turned around and made my way toward the bed.

Once reached, I sat on the edge of the bed and snapped my fingers. "Now crawl, whore."

My mother absentmindedly leaned forward, gently placing both her hands on the floor, and flushed with a slight blush before beginning to crawl gracefully on all fours. With poise and elegance, she kept her knees closed together as she moved forward. Her movements, like those of a trained slut, caused her hips to sway elegantly from left to right, and her ample bosom dangled like bells with each motion. Throughout, she maintained unwavering eye contact, exuding a captivating presence.

For a moment, I gazed at her in astonishment. Until that point, I had been nervous, never expecting to find myself doing or saying such things to my own mother. However, with each obedient response from her, I began to feel a surge of confidence growing within me, realizing that perhaps this was something my mother wanted from me as well. Not only was I pleased to see my mother's compliance, but my pussy began to drench as I watched her crazy and yet sensual crawl. Her big ass and small waistline add to her seductiveness.

"Good, Mommy-pet." I couldn't help but compliment her.

Meanwhile, I lifted my ass and tugged my panties all the way down. Mum paused for a second, her thoughts undoubtedly telling her that her efforts in seduction were going to pay off, as she anticipated tasting my pussy with her tongue. She continued her crawl and reached between my legs.

I raised my right leg up, caressing her wet pussy and softly rubbing her clit with my toes before dropping that wet, used panty on the floor and ordering, "Sniff my panty, whore-mother."

"Please, Annu." She objected once more, but this time her motherly instinct kept her from doing that repulsive chore. Although her sluttiness may have dipped her head and sniffed my nasty used panty from the floor at that same instant.

However, by that time, my confidence had grown to the point where I could compel my mother to do anything I desired. With this newfound power, I entertained the idea of pushing her humiliation even further and disclosed another secret I had discovered, "So you're not going to sniff my panty right now, but you're happy to put it in your mouth while riding Papa or licking his cum from my panty like a dog."

"Oh my!" Mum gasped, her face flushing with humiliation. Her gaze dropped to the ground, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment as she struggled to hold eye contact. It was the first time I sensed her genuine embarrassment.

"Keep your eyes on me when I'm speaking! You filthy whore." I thundered.

She promptly looked up, obediently meeting my eyes. Seizing the opportunity to further push her humiliation, I inquired, "Which one did you enjoy the most?"

"Please!" Her eyes pleaded for mercy, seeking to escape the torment of humiliation.

"Please what? Slut mother" I roared, lifting my left leg and pressing it against her mouth. Though my small foot couldn't entirely cover her face, the blend of power and humiliation was intense, giving me the feeling of being overpowered. Then I added, "Please, daughter, let me lick your dirty toes while getting my dirty, slutty, used, and cum dripping cunt stroked by your toes, or please, daughter, I want to eat your entire feet within my slutty mouth as well as your cum hungry cunt."

She might have imagined herself scurrying in between my legs and licking or sucking my immaculate pussy in order to serve me. But this one caught her off guard. The most unpleasant chore she has ever been forced to perform. She could never have imagined that her own daughter would ask her to do such disgusting things as suck her unclean toes or devour both of her legs in both of her slutty holes. On the other hand, even though she was barely able to maintain her position, Mum was enjoying having my toes stroke her clit. She didn't say anything as she savored the sensation that was gradually triggering an orgasm.

Realizing the fact, I immediately retracted my foot from her pussy and, using my left leg, which was already near her face, gently nudged my mother toward the floor.

"Ahhh!" Mum exclaimed, falling onto her back but skillfully avoiding hitting her head on the ground. Strangely, her back barely touched the floor as she positioned herself with both hands supporting her on each side. Surprisingly, she maintained unbroken eye contact, her face flushed with enjoyment from the apparent humiliation.

I got to my feet and moved toward her face. She finally broke eye contact and started to peek at my pussy hidden beneath my dress. I also relished the exposure in front of my mother, and instead of feeling shy, I boldly inquired, "Do you like what you're witnessing?"

"Yes," she bluntly whispered.

"Do you want to eat your daughter's cunt, Mother?" I asked, fully aware that the question was more rhetorical and the answer quite obvious. Yet I was curious about her eagerness.