“So Mummy,” Chloe whispers, “I think it’s time you saw what we bought earlier.”
I swallow. I knew she’d bought more stuff in the sex shop. A shiver runs down my spine at what she has planned.
She reaches into the bag and pulls out a little box. It’s black with silver writing on it and with a transparent window. I can see metal glistening inside. I stare uncomprehendingly at the writing on the box. Petite Sensations Beginners Butt Plug.
Chloe’s smirk widens as she sees the realisation dawn on my face.
“No, Chloe. Please.” I start to back away, back towards the door and the safety of my normal suburban life with a husband I love and a normal stepdaughter.
“Don’t you dare, Mummy dearest.” Chloe prowls panther-like behind me and grabs my hair. She holds me and leans in close.
“You are going to wear this. You are going to get your ass trained. But don’t worry, I have a bottle of lube for you too. I’m not a mean stepdaughter.”
She hands me the bottle. Back door relaxing anal glide. I close my eyes and shudder. This isn’t some nightmare I’m going to wake up from, this is really happening.
“Do you want to do it here or use my bathroom?”
Her bathroom. Since we have an en-suite, Chloe has taken over the main bathroom and will often spend hours luxuriating in what she now terms as her bath.
“I’ll use your bathroom, if you don’t mind.”
I’m definitely not ready to let Chloe watch me insert a buttplug up my ass.
I stand in the bathroom, having doubled-checked that it is locked and let my dress fall to the floor. I push my sodden knickers down and with a little jiggle of the hips, they also fall to the floor. Picking up the bottle of anal glide, even reading the name sends a shiver through me, I open it and squirt some on my finger and slowly and gently massage my asshole. Despite the various taboos around it, I’ve always enjoyed touching my ass, rimming it with a wet finger while I masturbate and the thoughts of rimming Chloe’s ass earlier make me moan a little. But it’s one thing to rim your ass and quite another to shove something up it. I’d never let my husband or any previous boyfriends take me that way and now here I was, about to let my stepdaughter claim my anal virginity with a stainless steel beginners butt plug.
I take the cold metal plug from the box and stare at it. It looks so big and the thought that this is a beginners one sends a fresh tremor through me. I squeeze the lube liberally over it until it is coated and, gripping the plug by the base, try to angle my arm so I can guide it into my ass.
I miss the first time and smear a dollop of lube on my arse crack. I realign and slowly bring the tip closer. This time, I feel the plug brush my puckered star. I hold it there, realising just what an uncomfortable angle I am at but reluctant to press on, or in. Finally, with a deep breath, I push.
Oh my fucking god, I feel myself stretch so wide but the plug doesn’t seem to have shifted at all. I pause, take a deep breath and push again. It feels like I need to poo. This is so wrong. I whimper to myself as a wave of self-pity washes over me.
There’s a knock on the door. “Are you done yet?”
I try to quickly get it in but I can’t do it. I can’t fit it in. I’m too tight or it’s too big. I’ll just tell Chloe it doesn’t fit.
I open the door and she grins, running her eyes over me. I realise I’m only wearing a bra but I don’t care. I step to one side and let her enter before closing and locking the door again.
She looks at the glistening lubed plug in my hand.
“What’s up? Didn’t it fit?”
“No, it didn’t bloody fit. It’s too fucking big.”
“Give it to me.”
I petulantly hand it over with a scowl fixed to my face.
“Hold onto the bath and stick your ass out.”
I can’t believe this is happening. My Stepdaughter is going to shove a butt plug up my arse.
“Hurry the fuck up, Mummy. We don’t have all night.”
With a sigh of resignation, I turn and reach down and hold onto the edge of the bath. I spread my legs a little and press my ass out. Chloe stands a little to one side and spreads my ass cheeks. Another wave of humiliation washes bright red over my face.
I feel the coldness of the metal plug once more and the pain begins. It swells like a crescendo as she remorselessly presses it in. I chant a mantra of “fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckkkkkk”, rising higher as with one final shove, I feel my arse open and accept the plug.
She gives my arse a celebratory smack with the flat of her hand and watches me straighten and turn to face her. I glance over my shoulder, trying to get a glimpse of the jewelled base in the bathroom mirror but it’s no good.
“Here,” Chloe orders. “Bend over again and I’ll show you.” It’s only when I hear the click click click of her mobile phone camera that I realise what she’s done.
“Look at it, it’s so pretty.” She holds her phone up and I see myself from a completely new angle. My ass is sticking out with the emerald green jewel sparkling a little under the bathroom light.
She glances down at my clump of unruly pubic hairs and shakes her head.
“This won’t do. Sit on the toilet seat, bum on the edge.”
I comply and feel the weird sensation of the plug pressing into me as I perch on the edge of the toilet seat. Chloe opens one of the cupboards and returns with a razor and bottle of shaving foam in her hand.
“Do you want to do it or shall I?” Her voice is sickly sweet with an undertone of malice and I instinctively close my legs, not wanting her anywhere near me with a razor.
“I’ll do it,” I whisper.
She nods, merely puts the razor and foam down on the edge of the sink and leaves the bathroom.
I am aware that time is ticking on and my husband will be looking for me soon, wondering what is happening about dinner. I squirt some shaving foam into my hand and smear it over my mound. Then I slowly and very carefully remove my curls. I try to remember when I didn’t have curls. I must have been about twelve I figure. When I have scraped all the hair and foam away, I run my fingers over my smooth mound and tremble slightly. It feels nice and after taking a wash cloth and giving myself a quick rinse, I slip my knickers and dress back on, then, changing my mind, I step out of the knickers, leave them in Chloe’s washing basket and walk a little gingerly back into Chloe’s bedroom.
“Show me,” she whispers as soon as I enter and close her bedroom door. It seems second nature to me by now to do whatever she tells me. I reach down and grab the hem of my dress and stand, holding my dress up, revealing my shaven mound for inspection.
She runs her fingers over my shaven smooth mound and with a jolt, I realise this is the first time Chloe has touched me there. I give a soft little moan and she acknowledges me with a smirk and a whispered “good girl.”
“Can I cum now?”
Chloe turns to look at the time then shakes her head. “You need to go make dinner. Maybe later.”
As I turn to go, she brings her hand down hard on my ass. it makes a dull smack and while it doesn’t really hurt, it gives me a deep sense of shame and humiliation.
“Run along, Mummy, don’t keep Daddy waiting.”
“Yes, Chloe,” I whimper and head downstairs, the plug making every step a reminder of just what I’m becoming.
It feels strangely liberating to stand cooking dinner sans panties. I move around the kitchen feeling wafts of cool air as my dress flows.
I open a bottle of red and pour myself a glass whilst adding a dash to the bolognese sauce. Chloe’s dad, Derek loves spaghetti bolognese and after his bike run he will be famished. He comes into the kitchen and reaches over and picks up my glass as I grind the peppercorn, adding a dash more pepper to the sauce.
“Oi, get your own.” I giggle as he knocks the remaining mouthful back and hands me the empty glass. “More wine, woman,” he orders in a sad attempt to sound like a caveman, or a 1950s B movie version of a caveman anyway.
‘Woman cook, man hunt,” he growls, lifting the bottle and pouring us both a glass.
“Very good, darling,” I laugh. “Now set the table and call Chloe down.”
It’s only when I sit down that I really feel the full force of the butt plug. The hard wooden kitchen chair presses the plug into me and I give a slight wince as I settle into the chair. Derek doesn’t notice but Chloe does and I see her smirk.
I have a mouthful of spaghetti halfway to my mouth when I feel Chloe’s foot on my calf. I freeze. Chloe is talking to Derek, asking her Dad how he got on in the race. He laughs and explains he’s really only racing himself. Chloe nods, her full attention seemingly on him while all the time, she is dragging her foot up and down my leg, rising higher and higher with every stroke. She pushes on my knee, indicating for me to spread my legs and, surprise surprise, my body obeys before my rational mind even clicks into gear. “Controlled by my cunt,” I admit to myself.
Our kitchen table is rectangular and Derek always sits at the end with Chloe and I facing each other across the middle. Our knees sometimes touch on a normal day so Chloe doesn’t even need to stretch to torment me with her foot.
“Daddy, do we have any spare plugs in the house?”
I almost choke on the word plug and I know Chloe is asking this on purpose. My husband doesn’t notice, merely asking if she means a bath plug or an electric plug. My eyes go wide when I see Chloe imagining a different kind of electric plug.
The conversation moves on and Chloe’s toes just idly caress my knee and occasionally my inner thigh. I can’t sit still, every movement sends another pulse through my filled arse and my mind is starting to melt. I need to cum, I think. After dinner, surely I’ll be able to slip away long enough to finger myself to oblivion.
After dinner, Derek pushes his chair back and announces he’s just going to watch the highlights of the football on tv.
“Will you give me a hand with the dishes, Chloe?” I ask, more in hope than expectation so am pleasantly surprised when she agrees.
Once Derek is ensconced in the sitting room with the tv on, the commentary loud enough to be heard in the kitchen, Chloe turns to me.
“I’m going to go up to my room now and finger myself to orgasm thinking about you down here with your arse plugged and your needy cunt dripping.”
“Don’t use that word, please, Chloe. It’s so crude.”
“Oh Mummy dearest, you have so much to learn.” She runs her fingers down my side and over my ass, squeezing the left cheek. Her fingertips brush the plug through my dress.
“Do you like being plugged, Mummy?”
“Yes,” I admit, blushing again with shame. Her touch, her proximity, she’s making my head spin with lust, want, need and desire.
“Good. Apparently it’s a good idea to let your arse get used to it. Though not too long. Another half hour should be enough for your first day.” And with that, she turns and leaves the kitchen leaving me to finish the dishes.
A few minutes later my phone pings. I open the message to be greeted by a picture of Chloe standing in her bedroom. She’s propped the phone up on her dressing table and is posing provocatively with one foot behind the other, one hand behind her back and the other raised, her finger to her lips. I’m just about to reply when the phone pings again.
In this pic, the hoodie is gone and she’s teasingly holding her hands in front of her breasts.
I grip the phone tighter as a third picture arrives. The skirt is gone and she’s wearing a pair of emerald green knickers. The accompanying message simply says, Look, they match your butt plug.
The next picture arrives before I can even process the last one. She is lying on the bed, propped up on pillows with her knees bent and her fingers hooked in the waistband of those sexy green knickers which are obviously part of today’s shopping haul.
She makes me wait for the next picture. It’s at least five minutes before the phone dings and I hurriedly dry the dishwater from my hands in my haste to see the picture.
I open my phone and am shocked to see the blue circle with the white triangle obscuring the view of her smooth teenage pussy. I press play and am greeted with a view from the end of the bed. Chloe’s ankles are either side of the camera. I’m looking straight at her glistening smooth hairless pussy. She smiles at the camera and slides her fingers over her mound before she pushes a finger inside. There’s audio too and I can hear her moan a low guttural groan of pleasure.
I stand frozen in the kitchen, watching my teenage stepdaughter masturbate on camera. Her pussy makes a squelching sound as she moves her finger in and out. “I’m so fucking wet,” she groans at one stage, then whimpers “I’m going to cum, Mummy,” at another.
I watch transfixed as she shoves her finger in deeper, harder and faster. The accompanying moans and whimpers become higher pitched. She squeezes her thighs together around her hand and spasms. Her hips jerk and her ass lifts off the bed. The squeal emitted from my phone sounds primal as she writhes and bucks before rolling onto her side, her hand still trapped between her legs.
She lies like that for a minute before sitting up and giving a huge sigh of contentment..
“I bet you’re half way to the bathroom already, you dirty slut.”
The fact she’s right doesn’t bother me. I go to the downstairs loo and lock the door. I sit on the edge of the toilet with my legs spread and plunge two fingers inside. It’s tight with the plug in my ass but this just adds to the sensations. I watch the video of my sixteen year old stepdaughter fingering herself to orgasm. My own fingers curl and uncurl inside me as I hump my hand. My palm grinds on my clit as my fingers scrabble inside me, searching for my spot.
It’s hard, fast and needy. There's no finesse, no luxuriating as the waves of pleasure slowly swell. This isn’t my normal masturbation technique. This is raw and primal. I arch my back and throw my head back. My phone clatters to the bathroom floor but I don’t care, I’m too far gone. I shudder and spasm in the cramped bathroom seat, cumming to images I would have considered beyond the realm of taboo only yesterday. Legal or not, I know I’m on the road to hell and I don’t give a fuck.
When I finally recover enough to stand and clean myself up, shame and humiliation complete with a dose of fear return. I know I’m in too deep but I can’t stop.
I unlock the door and walk out. Chloe is leaning over the bannisters, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. She looks at her watch and smirks.
“Even quicker than I thought. You have no fucking resolve, do you, Mummy?”
“No, Chloe,” I whisper, humiliated. “I don’t.”
