It had been a few days since the humiliating and mind-blowingly orgasmic incident on the couch with her daughter. After the pussy eating, Cedric fucked Alison’s ass and had Emily clean it out.

The filthy things the upright mother had done for her Handler, Davenport, never created as much guilt as her instant submission to her daughter’s sex.

Davenport had left with a promise to schedule them both for whoring later in the week. Alison had simply nodded, unable to make eye contact. Emily had moaned and whispered, "Yes sir..."

Alison was still reeling from the news that seventeen-year-old Emily was not just a submissive slut, but like herself, was actually prostituting for Davenport. It made her feel like a failure, like a bad mom, like...a slut who was freakishly turned on by the entire turn of events.

Considering this new bombshell, the suburban mother was still doing remarkably well hiding everything from her husband, David. The weekend provided busy distractions and a date night for the couple with four of their other friends.

The evening had ended with a welcome and fantastic fuck session that reminded her she was still a hot suburban wife. David came twice, Alison lost count.

She could not help but imagine their busty, fit, blonde daughter, Emily, was listening at the door. In fact, the mom was extra vocal, hoping her daughter was there rubbing her bald, tight pussy. Alison upped her vocal game with, "Fuck me - use your slutty wife!" And "I'm nothing but holes for my man to use! Make me feel it!" And the hottest, "I'm a horrible wannabe of a mother. I'm just a whoooorrre!"

Emily had cum hard at that one, knowing she was the cause of her mother’s angst.

David had gotten off with a huge load in his wife's ass thinking, as many men would, that he was responsible for the change in Alison's bedroom games.

It seemed that the amount of strength to keep control around her daughter was starting to really tax her. It wasn’t just that Emily was sexy, and that Alison had tasted her forbidden fruit, it was that Emily now had something on her mother. Something that gave her a power yet unused.

With the other two kids at home and David in and out, the rest of Sunday seemed to behave quite normally. When Monday morning finally rolled around Emily dragged into the kitchen

“Mom…I don’t feel well… I think I need…

Not finishing the sentence and slumping into the chair was a nice effect. Her father was buying it hook line and sinker.

The real motivation was quite obvious to her mother, but not to the rest of the family. In fact, Jasmine, their youngest, complained that she was suddenly not feeling well and needed a day off. Luckily David stepped in and chuckled as he kiboshed the lame attempt.

Emily turned to head back upstairs to her room, but not before giving her mom a raised eyebrow and a look that said, ‘we have a lot to talk about.’

Alison's hot fit body was tingling from top of her head to tip of her toes. Anticipation and fear combined to create a sudden excitement in her sexual core. It was one thing to keep her prostitution a secret from David, but now that Emily was...active there was an entirely new set of things to juggle.

The texts she received as soon as Emily was upstairs only added fuel to the fire.

Hope they all leave soon

My slut pussy is dripping

need Mommy to serve me on her knees

Just like that day in the car when she got the video of Mary the redhead, Alison’s phone was suddenly hot. She dropped it on the counter.

Her husband appeared on her left with his coffee cup and plate, and she actually jumped slightly at his proximity.

“Alright babe?” He chuckled.

Alison scrambled for only a moment. “Yes. Liz says she needs some help today. I’m not too excited. She’s been a lot lately.”

David commiserated, “So you’ve said.”

She had been using visits with her best friend as an excuse for the amount of times she had driven to meet her "clients." Excess workouts and jogs substituted for the amount of fatigue she had shown at home after especially rigorous and often degrading fuck sessions.

“She is your best friend, that’s why you guys rely on each other so much; that’s quite a gift.”

“Gawd! sometimes I just need a break, you know?” The last came out with a disgusted, selfish tone that she found familiar and somewhat comforting. Her entitled self was showing.

“And now with Emily being quote, sick, end quote, this day is - ugh! - it's going to be a lot!”

The tall, brown haired, handsome man smiled with what he thought was assurance and support but only came off arrogantly male. “You’ll make it work; you always do.” He gave her a good bye peck. “Text you.”

Alison cancelled Pilates and her meeting with the school superintendent using Emily being sick as the excuse. With her husband gone and her two youngest dropped off she drove her white SUV back home a little bit faster than usual. Her sexy daughter’s provocative text had started her mind to reeling. She had the day off any off her sexual whoring responsibilities with Davenport and she found herself needing some relief soon.

Actually, fucking her daughter only made sense.

“Jesus, Alison…” she mumbled to herself in self-loathing as she hopped out of the vehicle and headed in.

Her heart was hammering inside her designer t-shirt, and her body was alit with fear and excitement. Her very tight, expensive jeans did little to help contain the throb between her legs.

There was no way of knowing what was awaiting her upstairs. It was obvious that Emily was taking a dominant role, but would she be into the same amount of humiliation that Alison often craved? Strike that, that she needed.

Emily’s door was only partially opened and with a deep breath and a gulp, her mother gently pushed it open.

“About time, whore. Had to start without you.”

Emily was propped up by pillows against her headboard. Her lithe and blemish free body lay legs open. Her left hand was busy rubbing up and down a very wet and swollen, smooth pussy. Her right was holding a small gold vibrator on her clitoris. She was already covered in a sheen of sweat and her ample breasts were topped with perfect erect pink nipples. In other words, she looked like a porn video come to life.

Mom mode switched on and took control. "Emily, I am still your mom. You will not be - "

"'Whore', 'Mom'. Same thing now." She sat up and set aside the bullet vibe. She looked like she was about to burn the room down with the fire in her eyes. "Davenport is a creep but he is fair. And he loooooves you. Wonder what Dad might say if I introduce them."

The mother's heart was about to burst, and her breath caught. She wouldn't dare, would she?

"Strip quickly. I need to cum."

Alison's eyes went wide as she scoffed and folded her arms in protest. "You will not speak to -!"

"NOW!"

The reaction was immediate. The blonde mothers gaze dropped to the floor as she kicked off her Sketchers and began to peel her jeans down her long legs. As she set them aside, she noticed that the crotch was wet from her secretions of arousal. No telling what her thong looked like. She would save it for last as it represented the most humiliation in the moment. She lifted up and peeled her T-shirt over her head, tossing it onto her jeans. She dared not look up as her face was red and burning with embarrassment.

“Everything!” Emily barked.

A pink B cup bra fell on the floor and Alison took hold of the waistband of her pink lacy thong.

“Thats pretty. New?" Alison smiled awkwardly and was about to answer when Emily went on with the orders. "Turn around. Classic peel down. I want to see your asshole.”

“Emily, please…” the quiver in her voice, and the tears forming in her eyes, only made her vagina spit out more arousal. She felt like her nipples were about to snap off. They were so erect.

Her daughter softened for a moment and sat up on her knees. Alison gasped at the sexy body she had created and the lust in those blue eyes.

“Look, I knew what you’ve been doing for months. And I could’ve gone to Dad. Hell, I could’ve gone to the police, but I thought about the family. Apparently more than you ever had. And yeah, this whole thing turns me on like crazy. I’m horny all the time and I love being a slutty whore for Davenport.”

She paused and then iron aggression returned to her voice.

“But there’s no question that you are a disgusting slut who needs to be put in her place. And right now I’m the person that’s going to do it. Now, take, off, those, panties.”

The air was thick.

The mother’s heart was about to explode, but her natural tendencies towards submission and humiliation guided her body. She turned and spread her legs apart just enough so that as she peeled off her soaking wet piece of useless lingerie her swollen pussy and winking asshole would be clearly invisible to her daughter, just six feet away.

She tossed the pink wet piece of cloth on top of the rest of the evidence of her failure and turned around, head down, arms behind her back.

She expected insult and admonishment. She expected a tirade of ugly, filth and anger. All of which she deserved. She was shocked when her daughter whistled softly and spoke in an appreciative tone.

“Damn, Mom, you are hot. I mean, I know you do a lot more than I ever do to keep yourself in shape, but your body is slamming.”

Alison blushed again. This time the embarrassment was softer and deeply comforting.

“Thank you, Em…” she whispered.

“Miss. I decided I want you to call me Miss when we are fucking. And believe me, mom, we are going to fuck a lot.”

"Miss..." Alison whispered as If trying it out.

"What, bitch?"

She spit out the next with a loud desperation. "Thank you, Miss, for liking the body of this unworthy piece of whore trash!"

Emily was taken aback and then laughed loudly. Alison blushed again and smiled as she rolled her eyes. Were they really going to do this? Her unruly cunt said, absolutely.

"How can I be more worthy of you...Miss?" Her mouth was almost drooling as she stared at her daughter's swollen labia. They shone with arousal and Alison wanted to eat it all.

It was Emily's turn to whisper, "Holy fuck..." She had read a lot about humiliation kink. Had enjoyed when the men she was paid to fuck called her names, even when one of them spit on her. That was as far as she was willing to go, and Davenport was okay with that. But her mom was a whole different level of sub slut. The bright and arrogant seventeen-year-old hottie would have to handle this well or everything could fall apart. She knew what her mother was capable of should someone mess with her and there was always a chance she might pull the plug on all of this.

"Lay on your back on the floor. You are not worthy of my bed yet."

Her hot mom complied immediately, and Emily climbed off the bed making note of the scent of her mom's arousal. Jesus, she was a mess.

Emily straddled her mom's head, facing her feet. She took hold of her mom's breasts for leverage and lowered her dripping need down to the older woman's face.

Alison looked up and sighed at the beautiful sight above her. She had had three female lovers going back to late high school and Maddie on the cheer squad. But the last had been Paulina, Emily's gymnastics coach when she was six. It had been twice, and it had been amazing. This was destined to be otherworldly.

The pink and brown lips were already open in a classic cobra head, just like Alison's, when she first made contact with a long lick from bottom to clit and back again.

"Yesss..." the two hissed simultaneously. Emily shook and let more of her weight relax.

Alison began a deep swirl and suck dance that had her daughter writhing in pleasure. The mother was loving the flavor and feel of teen pussy and wondered if they all tasted this good.

Mmmmm Probably...

Emily reached behind herself and held her mother's head pushing it up off the floor as she herself lowered even more.

"Fuck yes, Mom-whore! Eat your daughter's cunt, you horrible excuse for a parent!"

Alison should have tossed off the hot blonde and ended this all with a threat of some kind. Instead, she hummed in pleasure and voraciously ate teen vulva. Tears formed in her eyes as she realized just how low she had sunk, literally to the floor.

She grabbed hold of Emily's hips hoping to have more control, but her daughter slapped her hands away and swiveled even faster.

"Fuck yes! Right there!" She was grinding her clit on her mom's chin as her sub slut stuck her tongue inside and swirled in a frenzy, lapping up copious cum.

"Play with your pussy! Oh Fuck - unghhh -I want you to beg me to cum!"

Alison needed no second prompt. Her left hand shot to her wet pussy and began a rigorous thrumming. Her knees went up and she shook with near orgasm.

"Shit! Look how wet and swollen you are from eating your own child's cunt! Bet the school bord would love seeing a video of this!"

Alison stiffened and screamed "No!" into her daughter's cunt. Emily laughed.

"Not today, bitch. But if you do not please me, who knows!" She held still and Alison caught a needed breath. "I'm so close. Make me cum!"

Full weight descended and mother chewed for her life. Daughter shook and grabbed her breasts pulling her nipples. She threw back her head and howled as she came. It was an earth mover of epic proportion. It banged through her core like a club beat and caused her to collapse forward on top of her mother. The move raised her crotch just enough for her mom to suck in a needed breath.

It took a minute for the two of them to regain some control, sweat decorating them like they had run through a rain storm. Emily pushed up with her hands and saw she was right above an odorous cunt.

She reached down and spread her mother‘s lips wide open. With wicked intention, she spit out a wad of saliva onto it. Alison shook as if she had been shocked by a live wire.

Emily sneered. This was better than she had fantasized about. "Cum Mom-whore. Now!"

The two of them were shocked that the woman on bottom needed no further physical contact. Her own orgasm ripped through her nervous system, grabbing hold of her skeleton and shaking her like she was sitting on top of a spinning washing machine.

“Ohhhh myyy fucking Gahhhhhd!”

The violence of it nearly shook off Emily. The dancer and athlete was able to remain in place but laughed in admiration as her mother actually squirted some pee out as she spasmed.

Emily rolled off and leaned against her bed. "Jesus, Mom. You are real whore trash. You just pissed on my floor."

Alison sat up, panting, head spinning. Her legs were still wide open, her back suddenly sore from lying on the hardwood. She saw that indeed there was a spray of shimmering gold liquid puddling between her feet. She yelped and covered her face in shame. "Ahh! my god, I'm so sorry. That is..."

"Disgustingly hot."

Alison lowered her hands, and her red eyes looked at her daughter, her newly appointed dominant Miss.

There was a moment of telepathy.

She knew what was coming and was split right in half as to whether she could do it.

Emily sneered then gestured at the puddle with her head, her eyebrows raised.

This was the defining moment they would remember for years. What they had done so far could be explained as sexual exploration, of a fun idea gone morally overboard.

This? this was true humiliation. True submission.

Who Alison now was...

She got on all fours and lowered her mouth to the obvious wet spot. She closed her eyes and began licking the liquid up with nasty slurps. She really had shot out a good amount.

It tasted salty and bitter, both on her taste buds and in her soul. Tears began as she now vigorously went at the cleanup.

She felt lower than she had thus far and more turned on than ever.

"Good girl..." she heard Emily say in soft wonder. "Keep going, you deserve a reward."

Alison kept at it, her mind floating through images of her friends, her neighbors, her Pilates class,...her husband. The position she found herself in was both disgusting and comforting.

Unexpectedly the smooth head of a sex toy penetrated her exposed pussy, and she shot up to full hands and knees, her back arching instinctively.

Emily had a dildo! More to the point, she asked herself, where did her daughter get a dildo?

It was thick and veiny and felt incredible as Emily rotated it in and out of her mother. The sensation of the firm fuck her daughter gave her was blurring out the reality and smearing away any moral concerns.

She felt another orgasm rising up and she began to push back.

"Ohhh Misss..."

Emily smiled at the new name. "Perfect..."

Just at her peak, Alison heard a buzz from her phone in her jeans. Emily heard the same from her phone on her nightstand. The two looked at each other.

“Dad?” Emily wondered.

“Or worse,” Alison offered.

The two moved quickly to get their phones. The same text from The Handler occupied both screens.

Thursday, 12 noon. Same motel. Both of you, extra pay.

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Part 3 soon!

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