Submissive Ch. 03bylinkznut©
Submissive III-The Rehearsal
Mother and daughter managed to spend a somewhat normal Sunday afternoon, considering the circumstances surrounding the previous twenty-four hours. Carol cleaned the house, ran a load of laundry and did some grocery shopping. Kristin studied a little, talked on the phone a bit, and met her girlfriends at the mall.
Later on, they enjoyed a quiet dinner together, before settling down in front of the television for the evening. Instead of their usual seats across the room from each other, tonight they sat side by side on the sofa.
At the end of the night, they headed off to bed. There was never any question about sleeping arrangements, it was a given that Kristin would be sleeping with her mom. They made slow, easy love to each other before snuggling into each other’s arms and drifting off to sleep.
Monday, it was back to normal for both women, with mom at work, and daughter at school. At 6:30 that evening, they had rehearsals for the senior class play. Becky, Kristin’s best friend, had the female lead while Kristin had a supporting role. Carol had volunteered to help out where she could, designing sets, helping students with lines, or whatever else was needed.
The rehearsal had gone smoothly for a change, finishing up around 8:30. The usual crowd, Kristin, Becky, Billy and one or two others, stayed after to help Mrs. Johnson clean up.
Everything was nearly finished, when Kristin went over to her mom. “We’re all heading over to Becky’s for a bit. Do you mind finishing up alone?”
“Sure. We’re nearly done anyway,” Mrs. Johnson responded. “Don’t be to late.”
“Ok.” Carol watched as they all headed out the door. Oh to be eighteen again, she thought wishfully to herself. Without giving them another thought, she went about picking up the last few items that needed to be returned to the prop room.
Suddenly, she felt someone come up behind her and put their hands on her shoulders. Startled, she dropped what she was carrying, turning her head to see who it was.
“Sorry, Mrs. Johnson,” Billy said, massaging her shoulders as he spoke, “I didn’t mean to startle you. I felt bad leaving you here alone so I came back to help out.”
“Oh Billy,” she said. “You frightened me.”
“You’re all tense, Mrs. Johnson. Stand still while I massage your shoulders. You’ll feel much better,” he said pleasantly.
“Mmmm, that does feel nice, Billy,” she said. She felt him step up close behind her as he continued his massage. Silent alarm bells started going off in her head, warning her that something wasn’t right here. But the massage felt so good, she ignored them. She felt his hands massage their way slowly down her arms, stopping along side her breasts, brushing them accidentally.
The silent alarm bells were going off more frantically now, but still she ignored them. It wasn’t until he actually grabbed her breasts that she protested. “Billy, stop that,” she said as she tried to step away. But he held her firmly, his hands squeezing her breasts as he drew her close. “Please, Billy. It’s not right,” she squirmed. But still he held her firmly, kneading her breasts as he held her body close to his.
“Relax, Mrs. Johnson. This will make you feel good all over.” He continued rubbing her chest as he pressed his body against hers. Leaning over, he kissed her neck and nibbled on her ears. He heard soft little moans coming from her mouth, and felt her ass pressing back against him. He could feel her resistance waning.
Before she completely surrendered to him, she made one more feeble effort. “Please, Billy. I’m old enough to be your mother. Please let me go.” She reached her hands up, meaning to pull him away from her breasts. But when her hands reached his, they had a mind of their own. She felt herself pressing his hands tighter against her chest, showing him how she wanted it done. She heard herself moaning as she began grinding her ass against him.
“That’s better, Mrs. J,” Billy whispered. “Relax and let you body take over.” He lowered his hands and pulled her T-shirt out of her jeans. Slowly, he eased it upwards. He heard her let out a sigh, and then watched as she raised her arms up, allowing him to pull the shirt off unencumbered.
He returned his hands to her bra-encased tits, massaging them with one hand, while his other hand explored her tummy. Billy leaned back and quickly unhooked the back of her bra. Then, sliding the bra forward, he set her tits free.
It was Carol’s hands that reached her breasts first, leaving Billy’s hands free to tend to her pants. Reaching down, he quickly undid her belt and unsnapped her jeans, before hooking his thumbs under her pants and panties and sliding them down to her knees. He dropped to his knees and pulled off her shoes, before sliding the pants the rest of the way off.
Carol stood there dazed, still massaging her breasts, and except for her socks, completely naked. Only a minute or two before, she had been alone, going about her business. And now she was naked, allowing an 18-year-old boy to have his way with her. And enjoying it. She felt his hands grab her ass cheeks, squeezing them together. And then she felt him kissing them, running his tongue over her soft creamy cheeks, and nibbling lightly on whatever loose flesh he could find. And she heard herself moaning, louder now, as her excitement began to build.
Billy stood up, wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her tightly against his body, still her back to his front. He sent one hand diving for her pussy, while the other moved towards her breasts. She was grinding herself against him as he continued to pleasure her, driving two fingers into her dripping cunt. He fucked her pussy briefly with his fingers, before moving to her love button. He felt her shiver as he stroked her button.
“Oh yes, Billy,” she panted. “That’s the spot. Oh yes.” She said more, but it was incoherent, as she became caught up in the passion of the moment. “I’m cuming,” she cried out. “I’m cuming.”
Her hands were flailing every which way, and her body shook uncontrollably, as the waves of pleasure engulfed her. Her muscles gave out as the orgasm passed, and she would have collapsed if Billy weren’t holding her. Supporting her with a hand on her pussy and a hand on her tits, Billy whispered in her ears. “Did you enjoy that, Mrs. J?”
She nodded her head, unable to speak. “I’ve got another present for you, Mrs. J,” he whispered. “You’re going to really like this one.”
He walked her a few feet to the back of a couch. In the play, he sat on the couch with Becky and watched TV. But now, Billy had other plans for it. He stood Carol against its back and bent her over so her head and shoulders ended up on the front cushions, and her ass was sticking up in the air.
Stepping behind her, he quickly undid his pants and slid them down to his knees. He guided his erections into the folds of her womanhood, as her dripping pussy easily accepted his entire length. When he was fully inside her, he paused, enjoying the feeling of her body reacting to his. He began slowly pumping his cock in and out, while he squeezed and massaged her butt-cheeks.
Carol moaned helplessly to herself as he pumped his manhood into her. She hadn’t really recovered from her first orgasm, yet she could feel her body re-awakening, responding to the spell he was weaving. My God, she thought, it’s been ten years since a man’s done this to me. She liked the way he filled her up, different than being with a woman, she thought. Not better, necessarily, but different. Her body continued to respond as he slammed his cock into her pussy. And she felt another orgasm wash over her as she lifted her head and shoulder off the couch and clutched at her breasts.
But still he pounded her pussy, unrelenting. Her strength gave out and she crashed back down on the couch, her ass still sticking in the air over the top of the sofa. Yet he continued to slam himself into her.
And then he stopped. Without withdrawing from her, he leaned over, sliding his hands over her tits. He massaged her gently as he watched her gasping for air. “That was nice, Mrs. J,” he whispered to her, pulling lightly on her firm nipples. “Now it’s time for some desert.”
Withdrawing his cock from her pussy, he inserted two fingers to take their place. He rubbed the fingers inside her until they were covered with her juices. Next, he withdrew them, and brought them to her ass hole, inserting one finger first to loosen her up, and then the second. Gently, slowly, he pumped his fingers into her dark hole. Not far, at first, but gaining more penetration with each successive thrust.
“Oh Christ, Billy,” she was finally able to utter. “This is so naughty. Please, stick your cock in my ass, Billy. Please fuck my ass.” Abruptly, his fingers vacated her ass. They were replaced by the tip of his cock, pressing gently but firmly at her back door. She gasped as he eased himself into her forbidden hole. Gradually, she felt him filling her up.
“Oh yes, Billy. That’s it,” she cried out. “Fuck by ass, baby. Fuck my ass.”
Billy responded by sliding his dick all the way in. She cried out at the pain. As he stroked himself into her, the pain began to mix with pleasure. Soon, there was only pleasure, and she was slamming her ass to meet his thrusts.
And then, she came again. She collapsed on the sofa below him as he withdrew his beast from her, and shot his load all over her back and hair. He looked down upon her and smiled. “That was very nice, Mrs. J. Very nice indeed.”
* * *
Slowly, she started to regain her senses. It took a while for the cobwebs to clear out before she realized where she was; in the middle of the stage at the high school, stark naked and laid out over the back of the sofa.
Billy. Where was Billy? Slowly, she eased her body up off the sofa. With her legs wobbling, she righted herself. Wow, she thought. There were no other words to describe what had just happened to her. Wow.
Looking around, she could find no sign of Billy. Strange, she thought. Her next thought was to get dressed. Looking around, she saw her clothes, neatly folded beside her purse. She wobbled over carefully, only to find the panties and bra missing. She smiled. Must be Billy claimed them as his trophy, she thought. That’s okay, he’d earned them.
She quickly slipped into her clothes. If any one saw her up close, it would be quite obvious that she was bra-less. Other than that, she thought, she’d be okay. As she gathered up her stuff, she glanced over at the clock. Oh my God, she thought. It was 10:30. She’d probably been out for over an hour. She was lucky no one had found her.
* * *
She was able to make it to the parking lot and home without incident. Kristin was waiting for her in the kitchen, dressed only in a shortly bathroom that barely covered her ass.
She looked at her mother. “Oh my God, mom. What happened to you? And where have you been, I’ve been worried sick.”
“Oh, I just got delayed a little,” she replied. “It’s nothing to worry about. If you don’t mind, though, I’m going right to bed.”
Kristin followed her mom to the bedroom and sat on the bed as her mother undressed in front of her. Carol heard her daughter break out laughing. Turning to look at her, she asked “what’s so funny?”
Kristin walked over to her naked mom. “Let’s see. To start with, you were wearing a bra and panties earlier, now both are gone. Next, your hair seems to be sticky with something that resembles semen. And finally,” she turned her mom around so her butt was facing the mirror. “Look in the mirror.”
Carol turned her head around. It took her a moment to read the writing backwards in the mirror. But when she finally got it, she joined in her daughter’s laughter.
Sprawled across both ass cheeks, written in bold red magic marker, it read “I’ve been fucked by Billy.”
“I guess the secret always comes out in the end,” Carol said, still laughing. She looked at her daughter and smiled. “I’ll tell you all about it.”
Kristin slipped off her bathrobe and laid her naked body down on the bed. “This I’ve got to hear,” she laughed.
Carol sat down between Kristin’s legs, and lay herself down, her back against her daughter’s pussy and her head between her breasts. She sighed as her Kristin ran her fingers lightly through her hair. And she proceeded to tell her everything that happened, as best as she could recall.
“Mom, you’re such a slut,” Kristin said when she finished the story.
“Yes, I guess maybe you’re right,” her mother laughed. “Are you sure you didn’t put him up to this?”
“No, but I wouldn’t be at all surprised if Becky did,” Kristin answered. “I think maybe we need a little payback with Becky, don’t you mom?”
“Mmmm,” she purred. “That could prove to be fun.”