Like Mommy, Like Daughter Pt. 02

Becka sighed before saying over dramatically, "Oh you spoilsport. Kelly was just about to fuck herself in front of us."

"I was not!" Kelly protested, although she wasn't sure what she would have done if pressured. She was not one for confrontation.

"Sure, sure," Becka teased, "you were already undressing that bottle with your eyes."

Everyone laughed, the sexually filled moment now past.

The girls went back to gossiping and Kelly tried to ignore the thought of fucking herself with that bottle, which was substantially bigger than her toy. No matter how much she tried to ignore it, the temptation kept returning. Eventually, she excused herself to the bathroom to get ready for bed and snuck a bottle with her. Once in the bathroom, she quickly pulled down her pajama bottoms and undies and sat on the closed toilet seat. Grabbing the bottle, she rubbed it up and down her already very wet pussy lips and after a moment of lubricating her new fucktoy, she slipped it easily inside her inferno of lust.

Kelly's wet pussy easily handled the wider girth and length of the bottle. She began furiously pumping her pussy with the glass bottle. Already horny before she started fucking herself, plus the much bigger toy in her pussy, it didn't take more than a couple of minutes for Kelly to feel her orgasm rising fast. Using her free hand, she began frantically rubbing her clit. The double pleasure was the final push needed to bring the much needed feeling of euphoria Kelly was quickly becoming addicted to. Although she tried to keep her mouth shut, her orgasm hit her so hard a scream escaped her lips, loud enough for others to hear in the next room.

Judy a second later, the bottle still deep in Sandra's cunt, asked, "You okay, Kelly?"

Kelly was barely able to answer, "Yes, fine," while the orgasm cascaded through her.

"You sure?" Judy asked, concerned.

"Yes," Kelly answered, pulling the bottle out of her still coming cunt. "Just stubbed my toe," she lied, as her voice cracked.

"Okay," Judy said.

Kelly leaned back on the toilet seat, stretched her legs, closed her eyes and allowed the remainder of her orgasm to course through her. A minute later, she washed up, dried the bottle, brushed her teeth, and returned to the room.

Becka saw the bottle in Sandra's hand and joked, "So you completed the dare, Sandra?"

Kelly deciding the best way to not look obvious that she had indeed completed the dare answered, "Fuck yeah, and he was a great lover."

"You slut," Becka laughed.

"That is the pot calling the kettle black," Kelly quipped back, trying to shift the attention off of herself.

"Well, at least I fuck actual cocks," Becka countered.

"Any cock," Judy added, jumping into the conversation.

"Just the big ones," Becka retorted, using her hands to gesture nine inches.

The girls all broke out laughing and Kelly thankfully slipped into bed sexually fulfilled.

The next morning, while in the shower, Kelly used the shower head to get herself off one last time before her big final day...where she won both of her solo events: in the 100 meter and high jump, but the group finished third by a tenth of a second in the relay and didn't advance. The only other girl going to state was Becka in long jump. Three boys advanced also as did the boy's 400 meter relay team.

On the bus ride home, the girls celebrated their victories as they finished second in the region in overall points, the school's highest totals ever. Oddly, even though Kelly was thrilled with her success and the chance at actually winning a state championship, she couldn't think straight as her pussy begged for attention.

Two more hours until they would be home and Kelly couldn't hold back any longer. She went to the tiny bus washroom and pleasured herself with her tiny bullet. Unfortunately, after the full feeling the bottle gave her last night, as well as the amazing pressure of the showerhead, the toy wasn't doing more than teasing her relentlessly. By this time, Kelly was so horny she couldn't think straight. She looked around the tiny washroom for something bigger but there was nothing. Suddenly a ridiculous idea popped into her head. Pilfering through her purse, she grabbed her new galaxy three phone, and looked at it closely.

Using the bullet on her clit, she took her phone and rubbed the edge of it up and down her pussy lips. Her desperation to come overriding logic, she slowly began inserting her phone in her pussy. Once the phone was half in, widening her lips slightly, she began to fuck herself with her phone. The buzzing on her clit and the phone inside her had the orgasm building when suddenly the phone inside her started buzzing. Her phone was ringing inside her pussy. Kelly let out a moan as the vibrations from the phone brought intense pleasure and instead of answering it she allowed it to ring and ring and ring until the inevitable orgasm occurred. Cum leaked out of her as the phone brought her to orgasm and then stopped buzzing. As the orgasm ran its course, Sandra pulled her phone out of her pussy and grabbed some toilet paper to clean it.

Standing up, Kelly looked in the mirror and stared at herself. "What was becoming of her?"

Checking her phone, which still worked and didn't look any worse for the wear, she noticed the missed call was from her mom. She shook her head at the bizarreness of it all and laughed hard. Her mom had just made her come.

16. Raise a Little Sub

Mariah, being generous, allowed Sandra to work the rest of Sunday as she prepared for her trip to Toronto.

It wasn't until bedtime that Mariah entered Sandra's office and said, "Well, today was fun."

Sandra blushed remembering the day's earlier ordeal, her pussy instantly tingling. It was crazy, Sandra had been so focused on work she hadn't thought of anything else but the task at hand, but one sentence from Mariah and she was back to that submissive college girl. "It was interesting."

"Remember when we went to Caroline's wedding?" Mariah asked.

Sandra went even redder as she remembered the humiliation and her first rejection.

Sandra flashed back to a Sunday at church:

Just before their last year of college started, at a wedding service of a friend of theirs, who Sandra was made to lick to orgasm before the service was shocked by Mariah's order.

"Go to the Reverend's office and offer to suck his cock," Mariah ordered.

Sandra was used Mariah's wicked tasks, but these instructions shocked her. "P-p-pardon."

"He kept checking us out during the service," Mariah explained.

"Probably because we are dressed for a night club and not a wedding service," Sandra pointed out; both of them dressed in black leather skirts, nylons and five inch heels.

"Well either way, go see if you can tempt him," Mariah ordered.

"Please," Sandra pleaded even though she knew such begging never worked.

"Now, slut," Mariah ordered, as she pointed over to the door. "Look he just went in his office."

"I can't believe you are making me do this," Sandra sighed, accepting the task, no matter how ludicrous, as she always did. Shamefully, her cunt was dripping wet with the thought of the naughty task at hand.

Reaching the open door, she knocked and asked, "May I speak with you in private?"

"Sure," he smiled warmly, not showing any sign of distraction by her slutty attire.

Sandra came in and closed the door, "That was a very nice service."

"Thank you, they are a lovely couple," he said.

"Yes, yes they are," Sandra agreed, not sure how to say what she was supposed to ask.

"So, what can I do for you, young lady?" He asked.

Sandra's face was burning red, feeling the fiery flames of hell, "I want to thank you personally for such a lovely service."

"You do?" He asked, confused.

Suddenly feeling confident after he glanced at her legs, Sandra moved towards him and said, "Yes, I do."

Reaching him at his desk, Sandra took a risk, lowering herself beside him.

"W-w-what are you doing?" He stammered.

"Thanking you personally by worshipping your member," Sandra said, moving her hand to the Reverend's crotch.

"Young lady," he said, sternly pushing her hand away and standing up.

"Sir, I want to worship your cock with my mouth," Sandra continued, suddenly determined to complete her task.

"What? Get out of here this minute," he ordered angrily, yanking the sinful girl off her knees.

"Your loss," Sandra shrugged, looking him in the eyes, trying to shock him. "The bride thought I was great before the service."

"You are a blasphemy of a woman," he said, "Now leave this second."

"Yes, that didn't go too well," Sandra recalled.

"Lucille will be fun to turn," Mariah said.

"She is a complete bitch," Sandra said, remembering not only her earlier treatment at the hands of Lucille today, but throughout her time at the church.

"She sees through your charade," Mariah said, matter of factly.

"There was no charade when I was going to church, I had become a completely different person," Sandra pointed out.

"You can't change who you are, the same way you can't change your past. You are submissive, always will be submissive even though you were in denial all these years," Mariah said, psychoanalyzing Sandra like she did so often.

Being honest, Sandra shrugged, "Maybe you are right, but I was quite content these past eighteen years."

"Living a lie," Mariah smiled. "Were you honestly happy? I mean truly happy like you were under me."

"I thought so," Sandra said, believing the past eighteen years and her hard resolve to break free from the powerful psychological pull of Mariah.

"Yet, you returned to your rightful position underneath me so easily," Mariah smiled.

Sandra sighed, "I thought I could resist you if this moment ever did occur again."

"But," Mariah questioned even though she knew the answer.

"But apparently I can't," Sandra admitted, as Mariah opened her legs to offer her pet a snack.

"But Kelly is still awake," Sandra protested even as her mouth watered instinctively.

"It's only a matter of time before she knows the truth, my slut," Mariah pointed out.

Although futile, Sandra requested, "Can't we wait until she graduates to let her know of our past?"

"We could, but we won't," Mariah smiled. "So starting tomorrow you will refer to me as Mommy again"

A chill went up Sandra's back at this renewed expectation, as she flashbacked to when she learned that Mariah's mom was also submissive to Mariah:

"So starting now, when we are alone I will be referred to as Mommy," Mariah said once they arrived back in their dorm following a crazy weekend with Mariah's submissive mother.

"P-p-pardon?" Sandra asked, not actually sure she had heard her mistress correctly.

"Since you need guidance and someone to make all your decisions for you...like a child...you will now refer to me when we are alone or in this room as Mistress Mommy," Mariah explained.

Sandra was confused, watching the incest act between Mariah and her mother had created new sexual feelings towards her own mother and this was now doubly compounded by the idea of calling Mariah 'Mommy'. Sandra had learned to always obey no matter how bizarre the order and when she didn't she was punished harshly and thus whispered, "Understood, Mistress Mommy."

"Good girl," Mariah purred, as she patted Sandra's head.

"Thank you, Mistress Mommy," Sandra replied, a rush of excitement at the rare approval of her Mistress.

Mariah sat down at the table and said, "Come here little girl and get your treat."

Sandra quickly obeyed, getting between Mariah's legs, a chill up her spine at being called 'Little girl'.

"Go ahead my child, get your treat," Mariah purred.

Sandra leaned forward and began licking.

After a few minutes, Mariah got verbal. "That's it my precious little girl, you love Mommy's special treat, don't you?"

"Yes, Mommy," Sandra agreed, licking hungrily, her own cunt begging for attention at the strange yet erotic treatment.

"Do you want a bigger treat from Mommy," Mariah asked.

"Oh yes, Mommy," Sandra said, praying that meant getting fucked by one of her Mistress's big strap-on cocks.

After a moment, Mariah's moans increased and as her orgasm hit, she screamed, "Here is your treat you good girl."

Cum flooded out of Mariah and Sandra eagerly licked up the treat.

"You got all Mommy's treat, didn't you?" Mariah smiled, looking down at her submissive slut.

"Yes, Mommy and it was super yummy," Sandra said, talking like she was a child.

"You are such a good girl, a very, very good, girl," Mariah said.

"So you will return to calling me Mommy," Mariah instructed, repeating her next expectation to her submissive.

A chill again went up Sandra's spine just as it had all those years ago when she first was ordered to do it. "Yes, Mommy," Sandra agreed, the strange word coming so naturally out of her mouth.

"You will also refer to me as Mommy in front of your daughter as well," Mariah informed her obedient slut, the plan to add Kelly to the submission mix just getting under way.

"Please, no," Sandra gasped, knowing there would be no good explanation for referring to Mariah as 'Mommy'. Everything else so far could be explained as a friend of her past, but this would be impossible to justify.

"I wasn't asking for your approval," Mariah said sharply.

"Sorry, Mommy Mistress," Sandra quickly apologized; knowing that tone was one that meant this conversation was done. "But, how will I explain this to Kelly?"

"I don't know, something about a game we had in the past," Mariah shrugged.

Sandra sighed, "This is getting out of hand."

Mariah smiled, playing on her pet's words, "It was always out of your hands."

Sandra couldn't help but laugh realizing how true that was. She had tried resistance for years back in college and had tried resisting since Mariah's surprise arrival, yet the reality was she always felt like there was a higher power guiding her to obey. "It feels that way."

"Now come and get your treat my little girl," Mariah ordered.

Sandra, her cunt already leaking at the incest role playing, moved between Mariah's legs and said, "Yes, Mistress Mommy."

.....

Next morning, Sandra got up and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Kelly came down already dressed, she too was a morning person, and said, "Good morning, Mom." Kelly kissed her mother on the cheek like she always did.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Sandra greeted, noticing that her daughter was in jeans and yet had pantyhose on. "Pantyhose under your jeans?" she asked.

"Aunt Mariah said they would make me feel more like a woman," Kelly explained.

"That it does," Sandra agreed, a tingle twitching down below, remembering hearing those same words so many years ago. Sandra knew Mariah's end plan, to get Kelly as her sub also. But until this moment her own daughter hadn't excited her sexually; not that Kelly wasn't attractive, she was. Incest had just never occurred to her. Yet, Sandra's face flushed at the thought of her daughter on her knees beside her serving their mistress.

"You okay, Mom?" Kelly asked.

"What? Yes, just not getting much sleep lately," Sandra covered, which wasn't a lie between her upcoming presentation in Toronto and the knowledge that Kelly would be left alone with two hungry sexual predators with no one to protect her. Sandra knew she was helpless to stop them, but also knew she had to protect her daughter...the conflicting thoughts were psychologically wearing her down.

"Well, you better get some before your big meeting," Kelly said.

"Agreed," Sandra said.

Sandra was about to give Kelly a warning about Taylor and Mariah, when Mariah's sing-song voice echoed, "Good morning, my girls."

"Hi, Aunt Mariah," Kelly greeted, going over and giving her faux aunt the same greeting she had given her mother.

Sandra watched knowing her influence over her daughter was already slipping and soon everything she worked so hard to do in order to protect her daughter would be a distant memory. A rush of jealousy of Mariah taking her daughter from her finally hit her. How had she been so weak? So selfish? She couldn't let her daughter succumb to the charms of Mariah. She couldn't allow her daughter to end up a submissive plaything for years like she had been.

Once the hug was over, Mariah gave a look to her submissive.

Sandra considered standing up right here, right then, but knew a full scale confrontation in front of her daughter was not the right place or time. Acting casual, Sandra greeted, "Hi, Mommy."

Kelly turned to her mother not sure she heard it correctly.

Mariah replied, her eyes always on Kelly, "And how are you this morning?"

"Good," Kelly answered.

"I see you are wearing nylons again like I suggested, good girl," Mariah smiled, beginning the conditioning of approval she knew worked for all subs.

"You were right, I really do feel more like a woman in them," Kelly admitted, wiggling her nylon-clad toes.

"We need to paint your toenails next," Mariah said.

"Okay, Aunt Mariah," Kelly agreed without thought, liking the way Mariah was giving her advice to be more of a woman something her mother never really did.

While breakfast was eaten, Kelly sat confused by her mother's strange behaviour; Sandra tried to figure out a way to protect her daughter; Mariah was amused as she planned the next few days and the final submission plan of her future pet...Sandra's daughter; lastly, Taylor was in her room getting dressed with her own plans of pushing forward the submission of Kelly.

.....

After the girls left for school, Mariah smiled, "Now that wasn't so hard was it?"

"Did you see the confusion in her facial expression?" Sandra asked embarrassed.

"She is going through the stages of change," Mariah explained.

"But I just can't let her be like me?" Sandra stressed.

Mariah sighed, "Are we really going to have this conversation again?"

"Yes, I guess we are. I can't let Kelly end up like me," Sandra defiantly said.

"Like you," Mariah said, knowing a soft approach was needed. Like a mother with a child, a mistress with a submissive was very similar. "You are who you are."

"But Kelly isn't," Sandra pointed out.

"Are you sure? She is really so much like you," Mariah countered. "She is sweet, shy, self-confident and insecure, a crazy oxymoron indeed, and eager to please."

"That doesn't make her a submissive," Sandra said.

"You still don't understand it, do you?" Mariah asked.

"Understand what?" Sandra asked, confused and frustrated.

"That the submissive and the dominant are equals. You can't have one without the other," Mariah explained. Sharing inner feelings that she had never shared with her pet, she continued, "Don't you understand I need you as much, if not more, than you need me."

Sandra was confused by the softness in Mariah's voice, as well as the sincerity seemingly in her tone. "Really?"

"Of course. Why do you think I am really here? I have spent eighteen years looking for someone to replicate the feelings you gave me," Mariah said. "I always assumed you have spent the past eighteen years longing for the same thing."