Janet and her Son's Girlfriend by LeAnn McLane
Janet's son, John, had been off to college for over two years and had told her about an adorable girl he met last semester and wanted her to meet. He brought his girlfriend home with him for the week-end and introduced his mother to Jenny.
Originally Janet had not been the least bit nervous, she had met many of John's friends, male and female. But this seemed altogether different. For one thing, John had never gone with a girl as stunningly attractive as Jenny.
Although Janet thought of herself as an extremely good looking woman, she felt herself almost plain in comparison. The other thing was the way John acted around her, so deferential, so considerate. When she first came in and he helped her off with her coat and then stood there, holding it for several minutes while she languidly unbuttoned her gloves and removed them. Janet had never seen him exhibit such patience before.
Jenny had taken a seat on the couch and Janet sat in the armchair opposite. The girl sent John to get her a soft drink, scooted down on the couch and put her gorgeous, tanned, long curvaceous legs on the coffee table with her thin strapped heels hooked right on the edge. This position caused her knees to be almost as high as her face so, to continue the conversation, she simply pulled her skirt down her gorgeous thighs so she could look at Janet as she talked. While she talked, while she looked Janet right in the eye, she slowly parted her curvaceous thighs. Janet found herself trying to hold her gaze, trying to resist the blatant invitation to stare at her pretty panties. Those panties were so pretty, with an opaque panel of baby blue silk covering her charms, the rest was sheer blue lace. But even the panel did not conceal everything, Janet could see the slight indentation of her cleft formed by the puffy lips of her pussy.
That's when Janet had begun to get nervous and her anxiety continued to mount. John returned with her soft drink, not even bothering to find out if his mother had wanted one. He did not seem to notice that her position was positively lewd, flaunting her beautiful legs and revealing her sexy panties to his mother. He did notice her bare thighs, in fact, he seemed hardly able to take his eyes off them. Jenny had on a dazzling black and white zebra print skirt and a white sleeveless blouse with a plunging neckline that revealed a lot of quivering cleavage. It was fastened just at the center of her breasts with three buttons, the bottom truncated to leave several inches of bare midriff. It was a stunning outfit and was filled to perfection by her fantastic body, Janet had to clench her thighs together to relieve some of the tension caused by the sight of her tantalizing attire and the lewd position of her son's girlfriend..
"Don't you have a paper you need to finish?" She said to John with her long eyelashes waving as she batted her eyes. "Oh, yes, Mother, I'm sorry but I received notice only yesterday that I had a paper overdue that I had forgotten about. The professor said she would not count off if I had it in by Monday morning so I'm going to have to work on it, probably all week-end."
"Oh, that's a shame. How did you forget about a paper that was due?"
"Never mind, Mother, I just did, that's all. You have no idea of the blistering pace in today's universities and the fierceness of the competition."
"No, Dear, when I went to college, we just handed in our work whenever the mood struck."
"When you were there, the enrollment was around twenty thousand and they needed each one of you. We have sixty thousand enrolled and half that number rejected. They do not need half the ones they have. Flunking out a student is a service to the University."
"I'm sorry, John, I'm sure times have changed. I did not intend to be argumentative."
"Well, I need to get busy, Mother, but maybe this is good. It will give you and Jenny a chance to get to know each other, the week-end need not be wasted." With that comment, he left the room and went upstairs.
When he left, Jenny stood up, a feeling of vague disappointment registering with Janet as the skirt fell into place almost to her lovely knees. The girl walked over to her purse laying on a table and reached inside. Janet was dumbstruck as she pulled out a strap-on dildo, the biggest one she had ever seen.
She fixed Janet with her eyes and said, calmly, without preamble, "I saw the way you looked up my skirt at my panties. You probably want permission to come over here and help me put this on, don't you?" She held the dildo up slightly and waved it a little bit, causing the straps to flutter briefly.
Janet's mouth and lips were suddenly so very dry, she was working her throat to stimulate saliva and running her tongue around her lips as she stared into Jenny's mesmerizing gaze. "I..I don't...require your permission..."
"You just try touching anything without my permission and I'll spank you so hard your son will come running to see what is happening."
"You can't do that, I'm old enough to be your mother." Janet managed to say clearly, motivated by her own indignation. "I spank my mother all the time."
Jenny spoke with such level assurance that Janet did not doubt that it was true. "What are you putting it on for?" Janet knew it was a pretty weak retort but she felt so intimidated by the confidence and composure of this strange and fatally beautiful girl.
"Not for your son, that's for sure. I've tried every way I know to make a young lady out of him but he cannot take even the head of this. All he can do is suck it like a slut."
The images that flashed through Janet's mind of the relationship John had with this provocative nymph caused her panties to suddenly become very moist and her thighs and asscheeks to rigidly clench together. She knew she was lost, that she had no defense against this seductive creature. "I...will you..can I please come over there and help you with that?" She could barely say the words she felt compelled to say, but there was no way she could abstain.
"Yes, you may and you'll probably be a lot more comfortable on your knees while you do."
Janet wore a black dress with black and white stripes around the bodice and striped straps over her shoulders. She moved towards the girl, a stern look of fierce disapproval stopped her cold. Then the girl glanced down and Janet knew she was supposed to be on her knees. Smarting from the indignity, nevertheless, she dropped down to her knees and crawled over to the girl, her long black hair trailed down to touch the hard floor that was slightly painful to her knees. The girl's skirt was a wrap around and she had already begun undoing it. Janet reached and quickly relieved her of the task. As she unwrapped the skirt, Jenny's blue silk and lace panties shocked her again with the female perfection displayed. Her hands moved rapidly as she pulled the zebra print aside and tossed it behind her. Unable to put up even token resistance, Janet leaned forward and pressed her luscious lips right under Jenny's cute belly button, even as her hands reached for the waistband, seemingly on a mission of their own.
Her mouth was no longer dry; it was fairly watering at the sight of so much loveliness. Her tongue came out and licked the magnificent, flat tummy several times as her hands worked back and forth over the waistband, gradually easing the panties down for Jenny to step out of. All the time, Janet's tongue worked against the delicious skin. She heard her own voice making murmuring sounds and groans of exquisite pleasure as she took the precious strap-on from Jenny's hands and began to assemble it around her gorgeously curving hips. Janet kissed and licked the tummy and the tops of her curvaceous thighs as she worked the straps into place and adjusted them to hold the faux prick tilted slightly upward in a tantalizing angle of attack.
Janet realized Jenny was going to make a slut out of her, just as she had her son, when Jenny placed her hands on Janet's ears and guided her mouth to the end of the cock. All Janet could do was murmur her approval, her consent, her intense arousal as she opened her mouth and took the cock into it. Having never sucked anybody's dick before, not even her husband's while they were married, she was guided by instinct as she tried to stimulate the girl with her efforts, guided by instinct and fierce pressure from Jenny's hands as they told her very specifically what to do. Janet tried her best to stall by running her mouth up and down the sides of the cock vigorously, although she was anxious to suck it, she was fearful of its size. Jenny put a stop to that by pulling her head sideways against her thigh with one hand and delivering several sharp blows to her exposed cheek with the other. She knew Jenny wanted to push it deep into her throat and she was terrified but her stinging cheek compelled her to do as Jenny wished. She tried to relax her throat muscles, breathe through her nose and accept the intrusion as Jenny forced it ever deeper with each lunge of her shapely hips. Since she accepted the face slapping with no resistance, Janet knew there was no point in trying to resist now. She allowed the insertion deep into her throat.
Once her throat accepted the cock, Janet wondered why she had such difficulty. The cock slid in and out of her mouth like her throat was made for it. She felt perfectly natural on her knees with her mouth gaping as wide as possible, Jenny fucking her throat with her hips working frantically. Janet's nose was buried in cunt hair when Jenny thrust her hips forward and then the cock would slide out to the edge of her lips and then back deep into her throat. While she was fucking Janet in this manner, Jenny casually undid her top. Janet heard herself groaning in a state of delirious ecstasy as the cock worked in her mouth and suddenly the girl's blouse was whipped off to expose her huge breasts in all their perfection. Janet looked up at the bottom swells of the girl's breasts and felt another wave of enervating passion flow through her own cunt. Jenny worked her hands over her breasts and relaxed her hip movement and Janet took up the slack by moving her head up and down on her cock, keeping up the pace of the cock in her throat.
Jenny seemed to be ready to move on from this activity as she grabbed the straps of Janet's dress and pulled her up. Their lips met in a passionate kiss with her tongue searching deep inside Janet's mouth, then she finished kissing her and guided the woman's face to her breasts while she slid the straps off Janet's creamy shoulders. Jenny turned the black haired mother around and slid her zipper down. She reached around her shoulders and pushed the bodice down to the woman's waist and was pleasantly surprized at the enormity of Janet's breasts. She grew more enthused as she turned the woman back around and began messaging her great breasts, seemingly almost twice the size of her own large ones.
Although Jenny did not normally suck on another woman's pussy or breasts, the size of Janet's made her reconsider. She lifted one large fleshy globe up and wrapped her lips around it and was quite thrilled to be sucking a tit of that size. Quickly remembering the relationship she was trying to establish here, she dropped the breast and gave both the whoppers a couple of slaps to remind the woman who was in charge. Then she took Janet over to a waist high, glass top table and bent her over it and pressed her down until her great breasts spread out against the glass. Jenny squatted down to look at the way the breasts spread over the glass and felt a very keen arousal. Mortified that the woman might think she was trying to suck her ass that was protruding up into her face, she roughly jerked the woman's dress off her hips and urged her to step out of it. Then she pulled Janet's panties off and pushed one thigh up onto the glass table while she inserted the huge dildo head into her cunt.
"I'm just getting this lubed up with your slutty pussy juice and then I'm going to show you what I'm up against trying to make a young lady out of John."
"But my ass is not even as large as his and I've never let anyone do me back there."
"That's a shame for you because this would have been a lot easier on you if you'd been much more permissive with your asshole. Now I have to do a lot of very hard work."
"Don't you have anything smaller?"
"This is my cock. Do you want it or not?"
"I want it."
"Do you have any KY or Vaseline?"
"No, I never had any need for it before."
"I'm sure John has some. Go and ask him,"
"But...but..he will know what I want it for, he'll know what you're going to do to me."
"I'm sure he figured that out when I sent him to his room. He knows I have a horny cock and I'm always looking for a pretty piece of ass."
Realizing the futility of argument, Janet slid her dress back on and went quietly up the stairs. She knocked gently at John's door and he told her to come in. "Do you..have any..er..KY?"
John's face fell with the realization, "Oh, Mother, I'm so sorry. I should not have brought her here but I've never known you to be susceptible to women. Jenny saw your picture in a family album and she not only insisted, she made it a condition of our continuing relationship. I never thought you would be affected by her this much. Is there no way you can resist?"
"It's all right, John, I'm a grown woman making my own choices."
"But you don't know what it's like when she gets her hooks in you. She will make you do things you've never even considered."
"John, her hooks are already there. I don't want to resist, I just want to do what she wants. Will you give me the KY?" He retrieved a tube from his travel bag and handed it to her. "Be careful, Mother."
As he had moved to the bed and back, Janet noticed that he had a raging hard on and her heart went out to him and the agony he was in, trapped like a fly wrapped tightly in a web and waiting to become a later meal. Her concern for her son overcame her passion for the seductive Jenny. "John, I can see how aroused you are. Let me help you."
"Mother!" John's face registered total shock.
"I'm going down there to have my butt reamed by your girlfriend, I don't see why we need to have any secrets from each other. Take it out for me, Momma will fix it."
Not wanting to be on her knees for her son as she had for Jenny, she grabbed him by his rather large cock when it was freed and pulled him over to a chair. She sat down and pulled her skirt up, revealing to him that she wore no panties. "You can bend forward if you want and play with your mother's pussy while I suck this for you."
The befuddled boy reached down and cupped her pussy as she plunged her mouth down on his cock. His dick was not as large as Jenny's dildo so she had no trouble at all taking it all the way until her nose pressed against his pubic hair. This elicited a surprized groan from her son who never expected her to suck it, certainly not to suck it so well. Thinking of all the things Jenny might do to his mother had filled him with raging passion. When she completely engulfed his cock, his mind was just tatters, fluttering in the wind. With only a few hard thrusts into the caldron of her mouth, he erupted in a mind-numbing orgasm. His mother did not withdraw but continued to suck and swallow as though she loved the taste of his cum.
"Well, isn't this a cozy little scene?" Jenny said from the doorway, "I came up here to see what was taking you so long and find you blowing your son. I recognized you for a slut but an incestuous slut will require some severe punishment."
Jenny was naked except for the strap-on which preceded her into the room, swaying from side to side.
"What are you talking about? You're a guest in this house, you're not in charge, going around enforcing your own set of rules." Janet protested.
"Oh, I am in charge. Anywhere I go I am in charge or I do not stay." Jenny claimed as she took a seat in the chair that Janet had been sitting in while she sucked her son.
"If you don't submit to me, I will be gone before you can finish the word `no'. Now I suggest you get your dress off and get over my lap. John, can you find a hairbrush that I can use on her voluptuous backside?"
"I'm sorry, Mother, but if I don't get the hairbrush, she'll use something a lot worse and use it on both of us."
"Wait a minute. Are you already conceding that she has the right to punish me? What makes you think I will tolerate that from her?"
Jenny spread her gorgeous thighs as wide as they would go, grabbed her faux phallus and pulled it aside, revealing her adorable pussy. "This is the reason you will submit to whatever I demand. Now come over here and kiss it."
The sight of the bare pussy was overwhelming to Janet, she was mesmerized by it, drawn inexorably like a moth to a flame. "I'll...I'll suck it for you but that doesn't mean you can whip...me."
"Come on then and get on your knees. After you get a little taste of this honeypot, we'll wee how eager you are for me to leave."
Janet could not control her fascination with this young girl's pussy. Her legs moved of their own accord as she pulled down the zipper of her dress and shrugged it off to the floor. With a rush of embarrassment that her son was watching, she silenced that feeling by imagining him doing the same thing if Jenny made him. Her knees buckled with a small whimper of protest from her own lips as she moved in between the gorgeous girl's thighs and started to lick and suck her adorable cleft. Her mind pushed away all thought except for the desire to surrender as she worked her tongue up into the velvet folds. After just a short while, she was breathing quickly as she felt a tremendous orgasm approaching.
"That's enough!" Jenny announced as she raised a dainty foot and pushed the mother away with it.
Janet felt the most severe disappointment as she was forced away from the object of her intense desire. "No, please let me finish." The plea escaped her mouth without her first thinking it.
"I'll let you finish after I get through spanking you and after I finish screwing you in the ass."
Janet was without hope, knowing she had no will to resist. Suppressing her sobs, she humbled herself and lay across the girl's lap to be spanked like a naughty little girl by someone half her age, wondering how this girl could take such complete control in so short a time. John respectfully handed Jenny the hairbrush and the first blows fell, searing the woman's ass but also searing her soul and making her something less than she was, making her into a plaything to be brought out, played with and then put away. She realized she still had a choice but the choice was between independence and hell or servitude and heaven.
Her self pity was soon driven away by the burning pain as Jenny painted her voluptuous ass a fiery red and seemed to enjoy every minute of it as she pushed her cock up into Janet's stomach. Janet worked her way forwards enough to have the cock pushing against her mons but, as she spread her thighs to accommodate it, Jenny began to bring her hand down lower until she was spanking her pussy. The pain was much more intense but the feeling of the cock was so incredible that Janet could not force herself back from the new position.
Jenny stopped and said to John, "I think your mother is ready to give me a piece of ass now. Take her back to the living room and lay her over the arm of the couch while I get this thing lubed up. She'll be at the perfect position for me to get at her asshole. This is fun, isn't it? Did you think it would be this easy? I bet you'd like to fuck her ass after I get her broke in good, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, but she may not let me do that to her." John said as he helped his dazed mother to her feet and led her out the bedroom door.
"I'm sure she will...if I tell her to." Jenny laughed at both the mother and the son and her own prodigious power. Janet's mind began to clear as she felt herself leaning over the arm of the couch and the girl behind her trying to force the huge dildo up her ass. The pain was already intense and the girl had barely started but she was too broken to resist so she tried to relax her sphincter and allow the insertion. "Oh, that's it, Momma, that's it. Just try to relax and let her fuck your asshole. It's already past the head now, the rest will be easier."
Janet groaned as she tried to accept more of the intrusion. She pushed herself up high with her arms, thinking that would improve the angle of the insertion.
"Good girl!" Jenny raved, "It's almost in. Then I'm going to really pound your asshole, working it in and out at an increasing rate. You're going to love it. Many women call me on the phone and beg me to come over and fuck their assholes for them." Then she turned her attention to John, "Do you see how it's done now? Don't you think you could learn to relax and allow this kind of penetration? We'd both be so happy if I could make a young lady out of you and fuck your ass whenever I wanted; I'd love to have an ass to fuck without being branded a dyke by all my friends at school."
For Janet, the pain began to subside and she felt herself becoming wildly passionate as the girl fucked her ass. Never had she imagined such exquisite pleasure from such an obscene act. She wondered how anybody could ever resist it once they had tried it. She was suddenly grateful to this girl who had come into her home and unleashed so many passions that she would never have tried on her own. "Oh, yes, fuck my ass, Honey, I love it!" She screamed. "You can fuck it any time you want to. I'll be waiting for your next visit with my panties in my purse."
"I'm going to put them in your mouth if you don't stop hollering. Now quiet down and take this fucking like you know you need it."
"Yes, Jenny, I'm sorry. Just keep fucking me; I'll be quiet."
"John, why don't you bring that big ole hard on over here and let your mother deep throat you a little, that'll keep her quiet."
John, who had his pants at half mast as he watched his mother get fucked, quickly slid onto the couch and scooted down between her arms. With the huge hard on rubbing against her face, Janet opened her mouth and took him easily into her throat. She matched her rhythm to the pounding her ass was receiving as she moved her head up and down his cock. John could take very little of her voracious mouth before he felt his balls churning with the need for release. Janet felt the throbbing member and knew he was almost ready to fill her mouth again and she panted in anticipation. Jenny saw that orgasms were rapidly approaching and concentrated on getting hers at the same time. Shortly they all three exploded almost simultaneously. Gasps and groans of relief were heard and the scent of sex was heavy in the air.
Janet gladly became Jenny's plaything for the rest of her visit, sitting quietly and staring at her rapturously until Jenny suggested something for her to do. She had an extensive collection of lingerie that she had been too shy to ever wear but she modeled it all for Jenny several times. Only once did Jenny take her to the bathroom to make her lay down in the tub where she could piss on her. Janet was consumed by the orgasm that resulted but, even though Jenny had directed some of the golden stream at her mouth, Janet had not swallowed enough to become addicted to it. She was addicted to having her ass fucked, however, and her supreme joy was the times Jenny bent her over the couch arm, or over a table, or just put her on her hands and knees and fucked her ass until she passed out in delirium.
With aching regret, Janet asked Jenny to come back when it was time for them to leave. "Will you come back next week- end?"
"I don't know. I'll have to see if there's anything better to do. I told you I'd come back. Let's just leave it at that."
Her son shrugged his shoulders in sympathy as they walked out the door. Janet felt such a sense of loss that she had no idea what to do with herself the rest of the day. She wandered around the house in a morose mood, wanting something very intensely without recognizing the desires that no longer slumbered beneath her consciousness. She picked up an advertising circular and turned immediately to the pages showing the lingerie and gazed avidly at the models in their bras. The ones in panties were truncated so only the hips of the models were shown as though the store knew the public couldn't bear to see those adorable models in their panties.
Janet was at the mercy of her desires when the doorbell rang. She hastened to answer it, relieved that her loneliness could be momentarily assuaged. Slight disappointment flitted across her mind as she opened the door to see a little Girl Scout selling cookies. "Come in and I'll look over your brochure, I usually love Girl Scout cookies." She said to the pretty little pre-teen smiling beautifully.
The little girl was wearing the standard uniform but Janet did not remember seeing one with such a short skirt, but maybe she had never really noticed. The scout was not the least bit inhibited or shy, she had a lot of experience selling cookies and she had come to recognize a certain look of hunger in the eyes of some of the women she had met in her sales efforts. Precociously, without really being consciously aware of what she was doing, she had learned that such women had tendencies to buy lots of cookies if they were properly encouraged. When Janet led her to the living room, she plopped back on the couch quite naturally in the exuberance of youth with her skirts flouncing back high enough to show her pretty panties. Unable to take her eyes off the casually revealed, thin, young thighs and adorable panties, Janet sat down beside her with a rush of unfamiliar hormones cruising through her.
Sally, the young scout, was somewhat adept at manipulating certain kinds of lonely women with her youthful charm and was well aware of where the woman's vision was directed. Yet this woman exuded such an acquiescent attitude, hovering over her that Sally felt a definite tinge of power as though she were being invited to take charge.
"I'll get you some cookies and milk. Oh, do you eat regular cookies?"
"Yes, but I'm pretty burnt out on cookies this time of year."
"I have some ice cream, would you like that?"
"Ice cream would be fine but skip the milk, do you have any soda?"
Janet fairly ran into the kitchen and brought back a bowl of ice cream and a can of Pepsi along with a glass of ice on a little tray.
Janet was titillated by the sight of the girl with her thighs spread and ankles crossed sitting Indian fashion on the couch. Janet sat very close to the edge of the couch with the brochures spread on the coffee table, looking back at the girl, mesmerized by the enticingly displayed, white panties. The panties were stretched so tight that Janet thought she could see the small cleft formed by her tiny pussy lips.
"Would you like...to sit on my lap while I look at your cookies?" Janet asked as she sat back deeper, pulling her own skirt up to the tops of her beautiful thighs. Sally looked at the woman's mature, fully developed thighs and resented the woman trying to provoke a comparison with her own girlish thighs. She moved over and sat on the woman's lap to cover up the gorgeous thighs and the disquieting arousal experienced with the sight of them. Casually she put her arm over the woman's shoulder and leaned into the softness of her very large breasts. The woman's gasp of delight reassured the girl and she pressed herself harder against her bosom.
Then Sally felt a jolt of fear as Janet laid her hand on her slim thigh. But the woman, as though trying to approach a wild bird without scaring it away, moved very slowly. She let her hand rest on the girl's thigh until the little girl became familiar with it and her apprehension disappeared. When she felt the girl relax and again sort of push her chest into the large breast she rested against, Janet began to move her hand in a fondling motion over the bared thighs. In the effort to regain the feelings of control, Sally reached up with her hands and began to unbutton the top buttons of Janet's blouse. After all, how could the woman object when she was so busy feeling up her legs?
Such aggression filled Janet with her own feelings of apprehension but she was somehow relieved that the girl was actively participating; her guilt at what she was doing was greatly diminished. When the buttons were undone, Sally reached inside her blouse and pushed her hand under the bra to touch the bare skin of Janet's large titty. Janet allowed the vivid exploration but raised the ante somewhat by letting her own hand stray up the girl's thighs to touch her soft panties.
Not to be outdone, Sally pulled the bra cup with one hand and lifted out Janet's bare breast with the other. The sight of the alluring nipple made the girl lean forward and put her tiny mouth on it, fearful that her babyish act exposed a need that would diminish her control. She realized quickly, however, that her act had been the coup de grace as the woman lustfully leaned into a prone position, grasped the girl's thighs and pulled her off her lap into her waiting face. With her head between Sally's spread thighs, she started sucking on the white panties.
"Lady, how many cookies will you buy if I let you take my panties off?"
"Enough to get you a merit badge. All else you sell will be above quota." Janet hastily replied as she reached for the waistband of the girl's panties. Delirious with desire, she drew the panties down the slim thighs past the knees and off. She lunged forward when Sally spread her thighs again, the excruciating beauty of the baby pussy being much more than she could bear. Her mouth covered it entirely as she proceeded to suck it as Jenny had so recently taught her. Vaguely embarrassed by her own overtly displayed weakness, she slid off the couch onto her knees and pushed her hands up under the little girl's ass, lifting her up to where she could push her tongue into the little scout's asshole.
"Oh, Ma'am, that's so very nasty. I can't let you put your tongue in there." Sally said as she whipped one leg over the back of the couch and used it as leverage to raise her ass up higher. The woman ran her tongue mindlessly up and down the cleft formed by the little girl's asscheeks all the way to the cleft formed by her little pussy lips.
"What will you do if I don't stop? Spank me?"
The thought of taking the grown woman over her lap filled the little girl with thoughts of vengence against her own grown- up mother who spanked her quite frequently. "Yes, I will spank you if you don't stop being so nasty this very instant!" She shouted as she pushed her ass up higher to meet the woman's avidly licking tongue. "If you push your tongue into my asshole one more time, I'm going to make you take your panties off and get across my lap for a firm, bare butt spanking. The very idea of a grown woman sucking a little girl's asshole."
"I'm sorry but I just can't help it. Let me suck it for a while and then you can do whatever you want to do about it."
"All right. Let me roll over to my hands and knees so you can reach it better if that's what you want. But you must know you are a very nasty old woman and I'm not going to ever kiss you since I know what you like to do to little girls."
Feeling properly chastised for her desires, Janet allowed the girl to twist around to a position on her hands and knees where she reached back to pull her skirt up to the middle of her back, exposing her gorgeously rounded ass to Janet's enraptured gaze. Feeling demoralized and deserving of all the young girl's condemnation, Janet plunged her face avidly between the firm cheeks, seeking the heat that emanated from there. Some moisture from the young pussy had accumulated in the crevice and the woman's senses reeled at the tantalizing taste. She worked her tongue inside the tight hole and was rewarded with a flooding sensation in her cunt from her total depravity.
Sally responded with copious juices of immature cunt cream to the woman's perverted lovemaking and was thankful that she had decided to call upon one more house before going home to be berated by her shrewish mother. She knew her mother would drag it out of her, what she was allowing this strange woman to do to her, she always did but Sally hoped she would not cause trouble.
After her tremendous orgasm had subsided, Janet lay with her face buried between the girlish cheeks. Completely embarrassed by what she had done, she rose quickly, getting her breast back into her bra and straightening her clothes.
"Do you think we are finished?" The young girl asked. "You still deserve a spanking for being so nasty, you know."
"All right." Janet replied, fearful of arousing any anger or resentment in the girl. "But you need to hurry, I have a lot to do."
"Just slip your big panties down to your thighs and lay across my lap." Sally insisted as she scooted over to the center of the couch.
Completely mortified, Janet lifted her skirt almost to her waist and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, a dainty little wisp of nylon that she had never thought of as being big. She pushed them down to her knees and lay on the couch with her hips over the girl's small lap. Even thought her hand was small, the girl struck with such force that Janet's ass was smarting by the time the girl stopped. Quickly Janet checked off a large order of cookies and ushered the young scout out the door with a heavy feeling of dread as she realized that her acts against the girl were considered criminal, she could be put in jail.
During the next week, Janet called her son several times trying to arrange for him to come home and bring Jenny the next weekend but they were not able to do it. She spoke with Jenny briefly once when she was there with John at the time of her call. "What's the matter?" Jenny asked, "Are you foaming at the mouth for a little more pussy juice?"
"There's no need for you to be so crude." Janet replied, rather curtly.
"Crude? Why you uptight old bitch, when I do come back I'm going to make you eat some of my shit for that little comment."
The threat was uttered with such venom that Janet had no doubt that the girl would do just as she said and the thought overwhelmed her with such arousal that she had to pull her dress up and play with her pussy as her son returned to the phone. Just as she finished talking with John, she had to abandon her efforts at self gratification when the doorbell rang.
When she opened the door and saw Sally standing there beside a very stern and tight lipped woman, all the fear and dread she had experienced since the incident with the girl scout came flooding back to her with much greater intensity. She knew this woman was Sally's mother and was aware of what had happened to her daughter.
"Oh, hi, Sally, Come in." She managed to say, clinging to the faint hope that the woman did not know what she had done. "You must be Sally's mother." She held out her hand but the woman ignored it as she pushed by her and entered.
The woman, so slender she appeared gaunt, went into the living room as though she owned the place and took a seat on the couch. "My name is Mrs. Anderson and I am Sally's mother. Sally told me about the perverted way you got her clothes off and the nasty things you did to her when she was innocently trying to sell her cookies." She announced as though to quickly dispel any doubt about the nature of the visit.
"I see. I know we got a little carried away. I've never done anything remotely like that before." Janet could not control the pleading tone in her voice.
"My first inclination was to call the police, however..."
The pause gave Janet a shred of hope that the woman had something in mind besides a jail cell for her.
"...I see no need to pay taxes for your upkeep the next ten years when I can punish you myself."
"Punish me?"
"Sally was quite explicit in the things your did to her, after some persuasion with my razor strap."
"You hit your own daughter with a razor strap?"
"I have it with me. Just in case you'd rather not explain to the police what you did to my daughter."
"You want to beat me with a razor strap?"
"I'm thinking about it. If you are attractive enough and you do appear to be from what I can see. Why don't you pretend you're trying to seduce a little girl and take your dress off?"
Knowing she was totally at the mercy of this woman, Janet did not argue or bother with any protest. Hoping that an acquiescent attitude would induce some leniency, she stood and removed her dress to display her attractive body in just her bra and panties.
"Why do some women never dress properly? Go and put on some hose and a garter belt and do it quickly. You won't need the bra because I'm going to slap your titties quite a bit but you can put your panties back on over the garter belt until I get ready to whip you."
Janet hurried to carry out her instructions and quickly reappeared sans bra and wearing hose and a garter belt. "My God!" The mother exclaimed, "I've seen milk cows with smaller titties than you've got. Come over here and let me feel those big things to see if they are real. Kneel here at my feet and put your hands on top of your head."
Janet had no choice but to comply and she welcomed the relief that the woman was interested in her own vengence and not the court's. That relief had to be reconsidered, however, when the woman began to fiercely squeeze and pinch her huge breasts. The intense pain caused Janet's eyes to erupt in copious tears. She looked up at the woman's face scrunched up in anger and hatred and regretted her uncontrollable hungers that had trapped her at the mercy of such a woman.
"Now stand up and let me slip your panties down. Lean over the arm of the couch while I get my strap."
With Janet in position, the mother stood to one side far enough away for the strap to reach its maximum force before striking against her beautifully rounded, protruding asscheeks. When the first blow fell, Janet screeched in agony. Quickly followed by seven more, each one thought to be the last one she could stand. She reached around and insinuated her hand into the woman's crotch through her dress. Desperate, she began to rub the woman's pussy in hopes of distracting her from her fierce purpose. Mrs. Anderson maneuvered herself with her daughter behind her back and unable to see what was going on, then lifted her dress in front to give Janet access to her pantied pussy. Janet slipped her hand under the waistband and rubbed her fingers up and down the woman's unobstructed furrow. The woman gasped and clenched her thighs over Janet's caressing fingers, her breathing increased as she reached her peak of excitement and then worked her hips over the younger woman's hand.
When her own drives were satisfied, she managed to ignore what had transpired and continue with her severe chastisement of the desires of others. She swung the belt two more times, with even more fury, "That's the first installment. I'll give you a few days for your posterior to heal and then come back to give you the next installment. Do you think that would be equitable?"
"Yes, Ma'am. How many installments?" Janet mumbled in her distress.
"I haven't decided yet."
After they left, Janet called Jenny. She knew she needed help or the woman might beat her to death. However reluctantly, she explained to Jenny exactly what she had done, Jenny helped by drawing out all the embarrassing details. Then Janet asked, "What am I going to do?"
"This is way more exciting than what I had planned for this week-end so I will come up without John and see if I can establish an understanding with that she-devil. No need for you to worry, I'll have her sucking my toes and begging me to piss on her before it's over."
Jenny had just arrived and they were talking over coffee when the woman called to inform Janet that it was time for the next installment. Janet felt a wave of dread, despite Jenny's confidence, as she remembered the savage beating she had endured.
"Stop fidgeting around like a little girl called to the Principal's Office. Go and get yourself dressed exactly the way she had you dress before and leave everything to me." Jenny reprimanded her.
When she came back in, dressed as instructed, Jenny said, Oooo, I might want to squeeze those big old titties myself while we wait but I'll try to be a little more gentle."
Janet walked over and presented her large breasts to keep the girl amused while they waited.
The doorbell rang and Mrs. Anderson was delighted to see her dressed in panties, hose and garter belt with extremely high heels. "I see you can hardly wait for some more punishment. Look at the way your big titties sway before me. I bet your ass is yearning for my strap, huh?"
As they entered the living room, Mrs. Anderson licking her lips in anticipation of punishing Janet's abundant charms, she halted when she saw Jenny sitting on the couch, her skirt pulled back to expose her sleek, crossed legs. "What so we have here? Another little pervert in need of punishment? Have you been molesting any little girls?"
"Yes, Ma'am. Would you like to see the pussy I let them suck?" Jenny said and she stood and lifted the front of her skirt to expose her naked cunt to the woman's lusting gaze.
"I'll look at it if you insist on showing it to me but I would rather see your ass bent over the arm of that couch."
"You can see my ass when you pull the cheeks apart to kiss my rosebud."
"Why, you disgusting pervert! What makes you think I would do something like that?"
"Just by the way you stare at my pussy like you would love to get your drooling tongue all over it." Jenny quipped as she turned and lifted her skirt in back to expose the mind- numbing curve of her ass to the woman's shocked stare. "Come here and smell it, see if you want to lick it."
Janet cringed with fear that Janet was over confident, overplaying her hand. Her future hung in the balance as she saw the fierce resolve on the woman's face slowly begin to soften. Her hope began to soar when the woman shyly lowered her gaze to the floor, her attitude relenting. Mrs. Anderson lowered her hand holding the strap, then dropped it as she moved over behind Jenny with her eyes locked to the fantastic curve of her ass. Tentatively, apologetically, she reached her hand out to touch the object of her desire. Janet felt immense relief that Jenny had won.
"Bend down and kiss it," Jenny commanded. Mrs. Anderson complied. Brushing the skirt up higher on Jenny's hips, she bent over and ran her tongue over the cheeks and even down into the cleft. She seemed as eager to please Jenny as Janet had been a few weeks before. "Go ahead and get behind me on your knees and see if you can get your tongue in me." Jenny told the mesmerized woman.
Then she looked up into my radiantly smiling face, "You bring those big tits over here and let's see if Mrs. Anderson had really rather suck them than punish them."
I hurried over to her side, facing the kneeling woman and leaned over to where my tits were rubbing against Jenny's exposed bottom. Mrs. Anderson transferred some of her attention to my hanging breasts and went back and forth from my breasts to Jenny's ass.
"Where is your daughter?" Jenny asked the woman.
"In the car. I had no one to leave her with."
"And you didn't want to bring her inside because you wanted to freely enjoy Janet's gratitude when you stopped spanking her, right?"
"Yes, you're right. Janet played with my pussy last time. I guess I wanted to see if I could make her go further without my daughter watching."
"You were going to strap Janet's beautiful ass for being a pervert and then you were going to indulge in perversions with her?" Jenny asked in mild shock. "I think you should be strapped for your hypocrisy. Stand up and flip your skirt up and put your hands on your knees." Jenny commanded as she moved over to retrieve the strap. Mrs. Anderson assumed the position and Jenny grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her thighs. "Janet, go outside and get her daughter, you can play with her while I teach this woman to accept the weaknesses in herself so she'll be able to accept the weakness of others."
Happy to oblige, I ran out to the car and got the nervous Sally and told her to come inside, everything was going to be all right.