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Lesbian MILF Seductress: MOM

bysilkstockingslover©

Summary: 18-year-old Bree is trained to be a Domme by her mom.

Note: Thanks to Jedd for the story idea and even some dialogue.

Note 2: Thanks to MAB7991, Robert, and goamz86 for editing this story.

Note 3: This is a prequel to before any of Bree's MILF seductions, although as you will read she did have a couple pets already eager to serve her. That said, this would theoretically, come right before Neighbor as is foreshadowed at the end of the story you are about to read.

Note 4: This story stands on its own, but if you want to read more BREE stories check out the following (listed in chronological, not date published, order):


Lesbian MLF Seductress: Neighbor

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Chocolate

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Bride

Lesbian MILF Seductress: In Flight

Lesbian MILF Seductress: MOM

I had come home an hour earlier than anticipated, Governor Green having headed out of town for a meeting, and stopped in the kitchen as I heard my daughter, Bree, speak.

"Now leave, slut, and, by the way, I expect no panties at school tomorrow. Lesbian pets keep their cunts easily accessible," my daughter instructed.

I gasped, but continued to eavesdrop.

"But we have that assembly in the gym tomorrow and I will be performing," a girl replied. At first I couldn't place the voice even though it was vaguely familiar. It wasn't her best friend and our next door neighbor Katherine, but it was someone who had been here before.

"Did you just question me bitch?" Bree roared.

"N-n-no, Mistress Bree, I just didn't know if you were aware," stammered the girl, who I suddenly recognized. It was Laurie, the cheerleading captain. She was a bit snooty, actually. Her older sister Micah had been captain before her, and her younger sister Kendra probably would be after her. Snobbishness was in their blood. Yet, I was even more surprised at the words 'Mistress Bree'. Although my daughter was a very strong-willed person (which she got naturally from me), I couldn't fathom Laurie being obedient to anyone.

"Do you want to taste my pussy again, Laurie?" Bree asked, her tone softer now.

I could hear the quiver in Laurie's voice as she admitted, "Yes, Mistress Bree."

"Then do not fucking question me, whore. Perhaps that stuck up older sister of yours would like a taste, or perhaps that fake innocent younger sister would look good between my legs," Bree continued.

"Please no, Mistress Bree! You said no one would know if I was good. And Kendra's still only 17!" Laurie pleaded, desperation dripping in her voice. Besides protecting her siblings, which was honourable, it was obvious she didn't want her popular image tainted.

"So? That's legal age in our state. And if I desire it bitch, I'll not only have them feasting on my honey pot, I'll have you licking their twats also," Bree continued, a vicious streak in her like I often saw in our occasional mother-daughter conflicts.

"B-b-but they're my sisters, Bree, I couldn't!" she stammered incredulously.

"You can and you will if I say so," Bree responded as she again raised her voice.

Shockingly, Laurie's subdued response was, "Yes, Mistress."

"Mistress, what?" Bree questioned.

"Yes, Mistress Bree," Laurie corrected.

Bree's tone again softened, "Don't worry your pretty little airhead, my pet. If I want Kendra I will wait for her to turn 18."

"Thank you, Mistress Bree," Laurie replied, clearly thankful to avoid making reality any of the threats Bree had made.

"And I'll keep your secret, cunt...if you're obedient," Bree added.

"I won't wear panties tomorrow," sighed Laurie.

"Good pet. Now off with you," Bree dismissed. A moment later, I heard the front door open and close.

I was stunned. Not angry, but stunned. Unbeknownst to my daughter, I have long been a dominant. Apparently, Bree had inherited that trait of mine. Actually, my job working with the secretly lesbian Governor Daphne Green came about during a lesbian orgy at the Le Chateau Club a few years ago when I shared one of my pets with her.

Bree was a diamond in the rough though, I realized. Yes, your subs need to learn obedience, but Bree seemed to only know the punishment phase. She hadn't learned, apparently, the joy of them freely submitting. That, along with punishment, there also had to be reward. Bree needed guidance to polish her dominance and who better for a mentor than her own mother, I pondered.

I entered the living room and greeted, "Bree."

"Yes, Mother," she answered on the couch as she texted someone.

"Honey, I heard you and your friend fighting. Is everything OK?" I asked, feigning concern.

"Just peachy, Mom," she answered, "although she's not really my friend."

"Oh, did she do something to hurt you?" I asked, testing where she was going with this.

"No, Mom, she's my pet," Bree answered, trying to shock me...always the drama queen.

I was shocked, but not for the reason Bree assumed I was. Bree was going about this all wrong. She had no couth. She had such potential, but she was so crude in her dominant ways.

Before I could respond, Bree had a gleam come to her eyes, "Does that shock you, Mother?"

"Well, hearing you say that about the head cheerleader is a bit much," I replied, keeping my cards close to my vest, I added, "I mean, I've heard of this sort of thing, but would never have thought of my daughter being involved, nor Laurie."

"Oh you've heard of it, have you?" she asked, smiling.

"Kind of," I shrugged, playing aloof.

"How much would you like to learn Mommy? Bree asked with a devilish grin.

Did she really think I would just fall to my knees for her? Did she really think I would commit incest and be at her beck and call? I mean she had to know that I was twice as stubborn as she is. Bree had overplayed her hand by implying she would commit incest. I both sighed and fumed inwardly. I had played this game for years, since I was her age, actually. My daughter needed a firm guiding hand, but I would not start now, I would let her dangle in the wind as she wondered what I really thought and maybe even thought she could dominate me too. I answered flippantly, "Oh, not really much. I was just curious what you two were up to and now I know. Dinner will be ready at six."

I could tell she was confused. That didn't go as she had planned. She had expected me to freak, probably even hoped that I would submit. Instead, I walked away leaving her with doubt.

A couple of weeks later, I again came in the kitchen door, although this time on time so Bree couldn't be unaware or surprised by my arrival.

Bree was again berating Laurie in the living room. "Do you want to eat her pussy, bitch?"

"No, Mistress Bree!" Laurie responded, a similar desperation as last time.

"But you will if I command it?" Bree questioned.

I heard a murmured, "Yes, Mistress Bree."

"See, that wasn't so fucking hard, was it pet?" Bree questioned, before continuing the demeaning dominance, "And since you had the right answer in that pea brain of yours, I won't make you."

Absurdly, Laurie thanked her. "Thank you Mistress."

Bree turned devious by continuing, "No, you won't have to lick her pussy, she will lick yours."

"Please no!" came another voice.

"She has been an obedient cunt," Bree said, before scolding the other voice, "you wore panties to the mall when I instructed you not to. Besides, by the way you ate my pussy last time, you need the practice. You're four years older than her, you should lick twat better than that."

"But I can't!" sobbed the other girl who I still didn't recognize.

"Please don't make her, Mistress," Laurie pleaded. "I've been obedient even if she hasn't. And you promised!"

"Shut up cunt. Or should I add a third member of your family to my pet zoo," Bree threatened, again using threats instead of true discipline.

No!" Cried the other girl. "We have to think of Kendra."

"Maybe I'm referring to your mother," Bree quipped.

Laurie reluctantly said, "Just do as you're told, Micah."

The other girl was Laurie's older college sister. Somehow Bree was about to get her to go down on her younger sibling. I had mixed feelings. Part of me was actually proud and very impressed by Bree's ability to force two siblings, two stuck-up bitches, to not only submit to her, but to willingly (okay that term is subjective) commit incest. This was quite an accomplishment for my daughter and I was proud of her. The apple clearly didn't fall far from the tree as I reminisced making Mom's best friend eat out her daughter in front of me after a church service in the Reverend's office. But Bree still had much to learn to be a polished domme...she was so heartless, and clearly didn't understand the true relationship of a Mistress and her submissive.

"Oh fuck, her tongue feels good Mistress!" Laurie moaned as her sister pleasured her.

"Ah, she could be better bitch," Bree responded coldly, again seeming not to remotely understand that the Mistress was to love and care for her submissive.

I peeked around the corner to watch, my own pussy wet at the thought of seeing a lesbian act of incest. I had seen many in my life, but it still was a thrill.

Bree ordered, "Tell your sister how her cunt tastes, incest slut."

"Sooooo good," Micah moaned.

"You will be Laurie's slut from now on," Bree informed Micah.

"Okay, Mistress Bree," Micah agreed between licks.

The fascinating thing about almost all incestuous relationships was the denial that they should commit the taboo act, yet the ultimate pleasure once it was committed...breaking society's morals was always a feeling of euphoria for a submissive and accomplishment for the domme.

Wanting to make a grand entrance, not to mention let these sister sluts know that I knew, I walked into the living room and feigned shock, "What is going on here?"

Bree didn't look shocked...rather she looked amused...as the two sisters quickly quit their act of incest and tried to cover up.

Micah stammered, "I'm s-s-sorry, ma'am."

Continuing my Oscar winning performance I continued, "Isn't she your sister?"

"Oh my God," Laurie started crying hysterically. "Please don't tell anyone."

"Get dressed, all of you," I snapped, and walked back to the kitchen, none of them able to see the huge smile on my face. I already could envision a fun evening with the girls as I taught my daughter how to properly treat submissive pets.

A couple of minutes later, the sisters, now dressed, came into the kitchen. Micah apologized, "I'm so sorry, ma'am."

"Just go," I said, turning away.

"You won't tell our parents, will you?" Laurie pleaded, tears streaming again.

"I'm going to deal with my own daughter first," I responded, not really answering the question. Leaving them unsure of the future always played well in continuing their training. "Now go."

They both left and I called, my tone implying this was going to get ugly, "Bree, get in here now."

She walked in and apologized, "Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't know what time it was."

"Young lady, you did that on purpose," I accused, slamming the fridge door.

"Mother, we've had this discussion before," she responded. "I'm eighteen and legally an adult."

"And I have pointed out as long as you live under my house you will follow my rules," I rebutted.

Cheeky as hell, ready for a fight, she countered, "You never said I couldn't have my own pets."

"Bree, don't try to play me," I threatened. "I know what's been going on, and it's not right."

"Whatever do you mean Mommy?" she asked playing innocent.

"How dumb to you think your mother is?" I questioned, although I realized that is never a question you should ask your teenage daughter.

"I don't," she responded, knowing not to get sucked in to answering the question.

"Don't be foolish, Bree, I know you've had those girls servicing you and you forced them into committing incest," I said, pretending to be appalled.

"Well, I guess I'm caught then, Mom. But my pets are my pets. And I don't intend to give them up," Bree said.

I walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, where the scene of the crime had just taken place. I sat down, crossed my legs and continued, "Oh Bree, you misunderstand, I'm not chastising you. I'm actually a little jealous."

Bree smiled, looking smug, coy and pretentious, "Who were you jealous of Mom, me...or them?"

I briefly gave a puzzled look, and then I smiled. The little vixen was trying to dominate me. She thought I was about to submit, which was so adorable. I admired her moxie, but she had gone too far and needed to be taught a lesson.

"Do you really think your mother is going to drop to her knees and submit to you?" I asked.

"I can see it in your eyes," she responded.

"See what?" I asked, curious how she was going to try and play me.

"A hunger," she answered, opening her legs, her cheerleading skirt the only thing between me and her pussy.

I laughed. "Does that work?"

"Does what work?" she asked, taken back by my question.

"Absurd theories and spreading your legs," I countered.

"Usually," she answered.

"Well, I must say, I lied when I said earlier I had heard about such things, Bree," I began, as I allowed my heel to dangle from my toes like a hypnotist's watch...a seductive piece that had often worked for me. "I've done a little more than hear."

Bree was giddy, I could tell she thought I was about to submit to her, even though my past few actions implied no such thing. "You have, have you?" she questioned playfully.

"Yes, a little more than hear, and so that means I know a little about this game," I continued.

"The game?" Bree asked.

"You have to use the stick and the carrot, Bree," I explained, speaking in riddles.

"What?" she asked, clearly confused where I was going.

"Do you want me to submit to you?" I asked, bluntly.

"Yes," she answered too quickly, again playing her cards too early, looking too eager to add to her collection of pets.

"And what is my reward?" I asked.

"My pussy," she answered, rather matter-of-factly.

"You're so adorable in your naivety," I quipped.

"What?" she questioned again.

Continuing my explanation of sub-domme relationships, I explained, "There should always be a reward to make your pet want to submit. The stick should only be for extreme circumstances. The carrot is always preferable."

Now Bree was confused. "What are you talking about?"

Ignoring the question, I continued, "But there are times when the stick is called for."

I allowed my heel to drop to the floor and smiled as she glanced down to my stocking-clad foot.

"So with that being said, darling daughter, come give Mommy a foot massage," I ordered.

"Excuse me?" she questioned, clearly shocked by the turn of events.

"Your Mother needs a foot massage after a long day at work and you are going to give me one," I firmly said.

Confused, she rose to walk to me from the chair she had sat on when we entered the living room.

"No, my pet daughter, crawl to Mommy," I instructed soothingly.

Bree was lost. She was beginning to see maybe she had read things wrong, as I uncrossed my legs and revealed above my stockings that there were no panties, having taken them off when I was in the kitchen, revealing to her my shaved cunt.

Her eyes went big. Likely out of shock at what was transpiring, but I joked, "Yes, your mother keeps her pussy shaved. Governor Green likes it that way."

"Y-y-you are a lesbian?" Bree stammered, her whole world of dominance, her facade of power, shattered in seconds.

"I can't be labelled," I laughed, as I slid my hand up my nylon legs. "You see, the real power of seduction, of dominance, is all a part of the allure."

"I don't understand," she said, even as she watched my hands on my leg.

"Do you know that I only wear thigh high stockings?" I said.

"Why? Pantyhose of any kind are so uncomfortable," she said.

"Such an amateur," I sighed.


"I have eight pets," she countered pompously. I was curious who the others were but didn't ask.

"I have dozens," I shrugged, "and have had a plethora more, but the number doesn't matter."

"What does then?" she asked, still seeing sex as only power.

"Ultimate submission," I answered.

"I have that with mine," she said, and I believe she thought she did.

I laughed again. "No, what you have is blackmail and intimidation."

"Same thing," she shrugged.

I sighed again, "I have so much to teach you."

Bree shot back, even as she glanced again at my shaved pussy, "I think I'm doing okay."

"Is that what you strive for, Bree, to be okay?" I questioned.

"That's not what I mean," she said, clearly frustrated.

"Crawl, my daughter pet," I ordered, as my finger went to my pussy.

B-b-but you're my mom!" she protested.

"Yes, and Micah and Laurie are sisters, yet look what you had them do," I pointed out.

"But..."she began, but I stopped her.

"Knees, Bree!" I ordered, raising my voice,

As if in a trance, Bree slowly dropped to her knees, a look of complete confusion on her face.

"Good girl," I purred, "now crawl to Mommy."

She obeyed, her head in a cloud of confusion.

Reaching my feet, her eyes glancing at my cunt, I ordered, lifting up my foot, "Take off my heel, my daughter pet."

Her hands trembling, she reached for my heel and took it off.

"Good girl," I purred, using positive reinforcement to build trust before ordering, "now massage Mommy's feet."

Wordless, Bree obeyed, taking my stocking-clad, perfectly manicured foot in her hand.

I continued my earlier conversation, "You see Bree, a domme must first look the part. That means dressing the part."

Bree looked up at me, still dazed by the sudden shift in power, as she asked, "What does that mean?"

"It means looking classy and feminine on the outside, yet dressing sexy underneath," I explained, "The allure of power is more in the look than the words."

"I haven't experienced that," Bree countered, even as she continued massaging my foot.

"Oh, getting a couple bimbo cheerleaders or other high school sluts is easy," I said, "I mean I'm actually quite proud of you, honey. You showed those snotty sisters their true place. You will make a great domme someday. But, to get straight older women or challenging seductions it can't just be blackmailing or threats."

"They love the taste of my cunt," Bree replied.

"Another similarity between us," I shrugged. "I have had many straight women beg to eat my pussy and tell me how heavenly I taste."

She glanced at my pussy, and joked, "Like mother, like daughter."

I considered offering it to her right then and there, but again I wanted to train her...to teach her restraint. Instead, I ordered, "Other foot, my pet."

She again obeyed and she again glanced at my pussy. Like so many before her, I could see the look of insatiable hunger.

I again continued, "For example, I agree pantyhose are not comfortable or sexy. But as you can tell, silk thigh high stockings are incredibly sexy, super soft and have multiple purposes. One, they accentuate my legs, I can't even begin to tell you the impact thigh highs have had on seducing pets. Two, they give easy access for your pets to pleasure you without having to strip them off."

"But they don't look comfortable," Bree protested.

"Once you start wearing them, they become a part of who you are," I explained, "no different than panties and a bra."

"I suppose," she shrugged, not really believing me.

"Don't move," I ordered, as I stood up, went to my room, grabbed a brand new pair of thigh high stockings and returned to Bree, who impressively was still exactly where I left her.

"Put these on," I instructed, handing her the package.

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