Date: Wed, 9 Apr 2014 20:18:44 -0400
From: Alexandra Maar <alexandramaar719@gmail.com>
Subject: Becoming Mother's Panties - Part 2 (Revised)

Lesbian, incest, oral, anal, strapon, toilet  F/f, f/f/f

Becoming Mother's Panties - Part 2

So How'd I Get Here?

         As my predicament overwhelmed me, I thought back to a month ago
when events were set in motion to precipitate it.  My mother, Kelley, told
me the outcome was the same and it was inevitable.  I wondered about my
aunt's words about my twin cousins. It was like I didn't know them at all,
which furthered my confusion. I remembered my mother's words about how it
was a daughter's duty and if I loved her I would do anything she said.  At
first I didn't know what that meant. I surely do now and it was darker than
anything I could have imagined.  I knew this was something that was not
going to ever go away.  It would be like this from now on, there was no
going back.  Only now that I think about it, and what's to come is that it
seemed to be an open secret to everyone but me.

         So, how did I get here?

         My mother was largely a nudist, as I grew up she was always naked
and it just seemed normal when home to be naked along side of her.  We were
always close, told each other everything, cuddled up on the couch as we
watched movies and tv together or just to talk.  I often fell asleep with
my head in her lap as she ran her fingers through my hair. Mother loved
yoga and loved teaching me yoga. I thought her body was fantastic because
of it.  She had a bit extra around her hips and ass, but I thought her ass
was gorgeous.  I always made sure to be behind her when we did what she
called a starfish move which spread her cheeks as she bent over giving me a
view of her dark asshole that is ringed with dark hairs that covered her
between her cheeks. My mother didn't shave anything and I thought it was
very sexy and empowering. When we practiced yoga I swore I could feel the
heat radiating from between my mother's legs and smell her as well, it
would often distract me.  Mother liked being what she called "au naturel"
and rarely showered. In my diary I would keep count of how many days
between each one.  She's currently at 36 days, her highest total so far.  I
on the other hand have no choice but to shower every day because of school,
but this summer I wouldn't have to if I didn't want to.

         When it was time for sleeping, we shared a bed. For as long as I
could remember I have been her little spoon. I loved falling asleep with
the scent of her body filling my nose. Her scent reminded me that I was
safe in her arms. Sometimes I would try to smell every part of her, from
between her legs, under her arms and when she rolled on her stomach, her
ass.  I was always very careful not to wake her.  I did have my own
bedroom, but only used it if one of us was sick or if my mother's twin,
Aunt Tory, stayed over night.

         I often wondered if my Aunt Tory, mother's twin sister shaved.
Speaking of twins, it ran in the family. I didn't have a twin sister, it
made me feel as if I was missing out on someone. However, I did have my
twin cousins, Jennifer and Stephanie.  I looked nearly identical to them,
so much so that at school we were known as "The Triplets".  Our teachers
and fellow students could barely tell us apart.   Jennifer, Stephanie and
Trystin: The Triplets.

         The three of us were nearly inseparable at school and after
school.  I also secretly found Jennifer and Stephanie to be very
attractive.  So, I was obviously disappointed when they never came to stay
night when my aunt visited. Instead I would think how they had small
slender frames with perky budding breasts like mine. I thought of how often
I found myself following slightly behind them at school to watch my
favorite part of them: their butts. I wondered what they looked like naked,
wondered if they were nudists like my mother and me.  I wondered about
their bodies and my fingers found their way between my legs until I came.
I always felt so confused and ashamed afterwards.  Those thoughts never
went away though.

         They were only a few months older than me and I was jealous that
they got to be left home alone when Aunt Tory visited. I later learned,
however, that they were always sent to stay with our grandma Rebecca and
great aunt Dawn, who were also twins.  I wondered by I was never sent to
stay with them. I found it weird because we all lived with in a few blocks
of each other.  I figured it was because Aunt Dawn never had children of
her own so she liked to dote on Jennifer and Stephanie, so why not me? It
made me sad.  When I asked my mother why I never got to visit them when
Aunt Tory visited, she always replied with, "Soon."

         Everything that led to my current predicament all started a month
ago when Aunt Tory arrived and Mother sent me over to her house.  I was
excited. I finally got to spend the night alone with Jennifer and
Stephanie.  It had been months since we all had a sleep over and I was
excited to see my cousins outside of school and alone.  We spent most of
the night wrapped in blankets and pillows on the floor, gossiping about
people at school, watching movies and playing online. I had on a tank top
and boxer shorts, the twins had on small t-shirts that barely reached their
belly button and small panties.  Stephanie made these lemonade drinks for
everyone that tasted slightly off; I would watch her ass as she got up to
make them.  She made them individually so I was happy to watch her each
time she went into the kitchen. After I drank two drinks I started to feel
giggly and buzzed and realized that the drinks had been spiked.  I was
scared, what if mother found out, but that thought quickly passed.
Stephanie turned her head when she went into the kitchen and winked at me,
then arrived with another round and that's when she took charge of the
conversation.

         "So, Trystin, are you still a virgin?"  Turning it sexual.

         I was shocked, "What?"

         "Have you at least gotten yourself off?" And very direct. I had
many times, but before I could even think to answer, Jennifer cut in,
"Careful Steph, she probably hasn't even kissed a boy yet, or does she?
Does she want to kiss a girl?"

         "Ummmm I..." How did they know I wanted to kiss them?  I looked at
each of them, panicked.

         "She does want to kiss a girl," they exclaimed in unison. "But she
hasn't. We should change that, Jen. In fact I think she wants to kiss us."
Jennifer looked at me sympathetically, while the look Stephanie gave me was
a hungry one. "It's perfectly normal, Trys, Jen and I practice on each
other all the time so technically it doesn't count--" "Hey!" "--shhh - shut
it!  No it totally counts Jen, I'm glad you were my first!  But how do we
decide which of us gets to kiss her first?"

         "I don't know if I'm ready for my first kiss." A lie!  I did want
to kiss them, for them to kiss me, but I was scared.

         "You're definitely ready! Like Steph said, it's perfectly normal
to practice with each other."  Stephanie winked at Jennifer, "and more."
"Quiet, you're scaring her! Drink more it will help you relax.  Don't you
think we're cute?  We look a lot like you and think you're cute - hey -
you're not drinking!"

         "I'm not scared," I lied again, "just that this is a lot to take
in." I started to stammer, "Of course I think you are both beautiful!"  I
gulped down the rest of my drink that was quickly replaced with a new one.

         "What do you think is beautiful about us?" Jennifer asked.

         'Your hair?"  The twins broke into laughter.  Jennifer said,
"C'mon you can do better than our hair.  Spill it!"

         "What about our breasts?" Stephanie interjected while cupping her
own and studied my face for a reaction. "No, I think you like our asses!"
Stephanie jumped up and turned around shaking her cute ass in my direction.

         I blushed and was scared, but secretly wanted to touch it... to kiss
it. Stephanie saw my face, "yep, she's definitely into our asses! Don't
worry, we like our asses, too! Just wait and --"

         "-- Careful, Steph!  Let's get back to her first kiss though." I
was relieved to be back to just talking about kissing.  Jennifer continued,
"Why don't you just watch us at first, it's easy and it makes your lips
feel good and tingle." Jennifer wiggled her finger seductively at Stephanie
who crawled over to Jennifer who had lied back on the sofa as her twin
sister got on top of her. I watched them as they gave each other small
pecks and quick soft kisses with their lips. Jennifer grabbed Stephanie
tightly by the hair as they smiled and giggled and whispered things to each
other that I couldn't hear.  They moved lightly about each other as their
kissing became deeper.  They became more and more entwined as they wrapped
their body around each other.  They're breathing increased and mine along
with theirs; I could hear my heartbeat in my head and knew I wanted to kiss
them both like that. I gathered my courage and finished my liquid courage.

         "So, who's going to be my first?"  I declared. They looked at each
other and smiled. Stephanie brought me another drink and Jennifer said to
Stephanie, "Remember what mom said."  Stephanie grunted and made a motion
with her hand to cut Jennifer off and then said, "not to get her too
drunk..."  Stephanie was obviously upset about something but it no longer
mattered as they got into a hushed argument over who would be my first kiss.

         Stephanie obviously won at what they were discussing, "You'll get
to kiss us both, and I'll be first."  Stephanie continued in a more
demanding tone, "But first, take off your clothes."

         "I don't - do we need to take off our clothes just to kiss?"

         "Like being naked is weird for you, we know you and Aunt Kelley
are naked all the time and sleep in the same bed, so it shouldn't be weird
at all."

         "How do you know that?"  I stood up, looking for the front door.
"Stephanie!" Jennifer gave Stephanie a calming kiss, then moved over to me
in a comforting hug, whispered, "It will be okay," before I think further
to escape.

         Jennifer looked at Stephanie accusingly then moved behind me and
began to rub my shoulders and again whispered in my ear, "remember it's
perfectly normal to practice."  The last drink started to hit me strongly
along with the massage Jennifer was giving me.  Stephanie came up to me and
Jennifer raised my arms above my head as Stephanie pulled my t-shirt up and
over my head, tossing it on the floor. She then knelt down in front of me
and kissed my bellybutton. I shut my eyes tight and shivered at Stephanie's
kiss when she then pressed her face into my crotch and inhaled.  Stephanie
moaned between my legs. I was petrified and tried to back away only to find
Jennifer pressed up against my back and wrapped her arms around me, running
her fingers lightly over my stock and breasts, whispering for me to relax.

         I felt Stephanie peel my shorts down and had me lift up my legs
first right then left to step out of them.  When my left leg was in the
air, Stephanie moved in between my legs so they were spread out.  I was
breathing so fast I thought I would hyperventilate.  I opened my eyes and
looked down at Stephanie.  She smiled up at me wickedly then nodded at
Jennifer.  Jennifer held me tight as Stephanie grabbed my hips, licked her
lips then pressed them between my legs.  I felt her lips softly kiss my
pussy. I wanted to push her away, but Jennifer held my arms tightly against
my chest.  Stephanie's wet tongue slid from her mouth and licked inside my
pussy then up and down my lips until she focused on my clit.  I wanted it
to feel bad, but really it felt wonderful.  Jennifer kissed my neck and I
turned my mouth towards hers and her tongue entered my mouth just as
Stephanie's had entered my pussy.

         The pleasure built as Stephanie worked her tongue and mouth; I
tasted Jennifer's lips with my tongue when the orgasm hit me. It was
different than the ones I had given myself, thought my legs usually were
jello afterwards. I never lost the strength in my legs entirely.  We
collapsed into a pile of girls on the floor.  They quickly changed
positions with Jennifer taking her place with her mouth between my legs and
Stephanie lied on top of me and kissed me.

         Stephanie was more aggressive as a kisser, but Jennifer's mouth
and tongue were true magic.  I quickly had another orgasm, this one was met
with a flood between my legs followed by my body convulsing in pleasure.
Jennifer and Stephanie were both thrown from me as I curled up in pleasure
on the floor.

         "I think we broke her, poor thing."

         "Seemed like she enjoyed it to me."

         "She squirted all over my face, come here, kiss me and taste her.
Let her rest for a minute then we can have more fun."

         My senses started to return to me.  What just happened?  I just
had sex with my cousins?  I opened my eyes and watched my cousins make out
on the couch.  I sat up and felt my shorts in my hand, I spotted my tank
top next to me and grabbed them and stood up.

         "Down the hall, second door on the left," one of them had said
brokenly between kisses.  I made my way down the hallway, my legs still not
fully responding.  I paused at the bathroom door; a tightness in my chest
formed and I couldn't breathe.  I fell to my knees to regain my breath.
After a few moments I stood up and ran down the hall, shorts and tank top
in my hands.  I ran straight out of the front door into the humid night.  I
heard my cousins cry out, "Hey where is she going?"  "Come back, Trys!"

         I was panicking.  I slipped and fell face first into the lawn. The
grass was wet, covered in dew.  I got to my feet and started to run. I
weaved between the houses, still naked and trying to find my way between
the houses back to mine.  I paused to put on my shorts and tank top,
finally getting my bearings and ran straight for home. I wanted to crawl
into bed with my mother and forget all of this had ever happened, I knew I
would be safe and everything would be fine if I could just be with her.

         I slipped quietly in the back door and headed towards my mother's
room.  The door was open and I could see the shapes of my mother and Aunt
Tory, with Aunt Tory in my little spoon position. I wanted to slam the door
shut in anger and jealousy, but instead shut it silently and made my way to
the bathroom. I turned on the shower, stripped off my clothes and lied down
under the hot water and wrapped my hands around my knees and cried.

         After the water went cold, I dried off and jumped naked in to my
own bed.

         In the morning, I woke up to my mother lying naked next to me in
my bed.

         "Honey, what happened last night? I heard the shower very early
this morning and knew you must have come.  I heard you crying and sent your
aunt home.  I waited for you to come to bed and when you didn't, I figured
you wanted to be alone."  I sat up and curled up with my head in her lap,
facing her stomach; her fingers flowed through my hair.  I was safe, I
thought, would she understand... or would she. "Did y'all have a fight?"

         I shook my head, "No, not really.... things just got weird and I
needed to come home and see you."

         "That's quite okay, Trys, you know you can talk to me about
anything."

         I sat up and avoided my mother's eyes, "I know, it's just that we
were talking about school, and boys and, " I left out girls, "and stuff and
they asked if I had had my first kiss yet. They told me it was normal to
practice on girls. Then they started pressuring me... "I launched in the
details about the night before, how they kissed each other to show me it
was normal, how they held me down while they kissed my mouth and between my
legs, how I had two orgasms from it, that I liked it but was ashamed and
afraid that she would be angry and disappointed, "but most of all, mom, I
was disappointed because I wanted my first kiss to be yo--" My mother had
smacked me so hard I fell off my bed.

         "What was that last part?"  I looked up at my mother scared of
what might happen next only to see she was horrified at what she had just
done. I got up slowly and quietly said, "I wish you had been my first
kiss."  I sat back down on the bed.  Mother leaned in, grabbed me gently by
my head and kissed me.  We kissed each other long and deep.  Minutes passed
that felt like only seconds to me; it was over too quickly. "I wish I had
been your first kiss, too, a mother should be first for everything." she
finally said with a hint of anger.

         "You didn't kiss them anywhere else like they did to you?" she
questioned, "No!"  She stood up almost pacing around my small room, "You're
not lying to me?"

         "No! I promise that's all that happened." I stood up in front of
my mother as she sat back down on the bed facing me. "I'll never do
anything with Jen or Steph again! Or anyone else!  I'm so sorry, mom! I
want to make it up to you! I don't want you to be disappointed in me.  I
want you to be my first for anything else you have to teach me, anything at
all!"

         Mother looked at me curiously, grabbed me by the waist and pulled
me into her.  She pressed her forehead to mine, "A daughter definitely
should be willing to do anything her mother asks of her, it's her duty. Are
you willing?"

         "Yes, mother!" I answered. I felt her fingertips slide up and down
my back.

         "Are you willing to kiss me again?"  - "Yes." She kissed me
quickly.

         "Are you willing to serve me?" - "Yes."  She kissed me once again.

         "Are you willing to kiss me between my legs like your cousins
kissed you?" I hoped she would ask me this, "Yes!" I felt her fingers slide
along to top of my cheeks and I almost moaned. I could tell my mother was
ready to pounce on me. "What other duties do you think you have?"  I
thought for a moment.

         "To kiss your ass." Mother smirked, "Metaphorically?"  "No, with
my lips." I felt her finger close to my asshole, "Where on my ass?"

         "Where your finger is," I said.  Mother laughed and said, "No,
that's your ass."  She pecked me a kiss again and I said quietly, "your
asshole."

         "Why would you want to kiss me there?  It's awfully dirty and
stinky," mother protested.

         "It does not! I like how your ass smells and looks. I love looking
at it when we do yoga and I love smelling it when you sleep."  Mother
quickly asked, "What else are you willing to do?"

         "Lick it!" I said as I smiled.  Mother smiled back and asked, "and
everywhere in my ass, between my cheeks?" Her fingers had found my clit and
were softly massaging it. "Yes!"

         "What about inside my asshole?" I could feel my juices on her wet
fingers being spread all over my lips. I was about to orgasm.

         "Like you said, everywhere. Wherever my tongue can reach in your
ass, it's my duty. My duty is to please you anyway you want with my
mouth."  Mother had a sudden look in her eyes, "And clean my ass when I'm
dirty?"

         "Every time"  Her eyes said, Bingo. "Show me."

         Mother grabbed my hand and lead the way to her bedroom.  She
nearly dove from the door to her bed, lied on her stomach and spread her
legs.

         "Get between my legs, honey and pull the cover over your head  and
cover us so we don't get cold."  Excitement filled my head as I did as I
was told.  My face was now inches from my mother's ass.  It's scent was
strong and it oh did it stink, but it smelled wonderful to me.  In spread
her cheeks and could feel her humid crack radiate heat. "Smell my asshole!"
It was more of a command, and I felt a twinge between my legs as she said
it.  I pressed my nose to her asshole and breathed in deeply, filling my
lungs with her foul stench.

         "So, how many days has it been since I showered?  I know you keep
count. Thirty-six is it?"

         "No, thirty-seven... wait how did..." Mother didn't answer and I
continued to breathe her in more and more. I smelled her unwashed ass for
several minutes, looking at my prize, her asshole. I could smell her
natural pungent odor of her ass and her pussy, the hairs around her pussy
were soaked with her juices; the hairs of her ass were matted and soaked
with stinky ass sweat and I could smell the smell of what must have been
her shit.

         "Do you like how I smell, Trys?" I nodded.  "I can't hear you." -
"Yes!"

         "Do you want to smell like me?"  I replied yes again. "Then rub
your face between mommy's cheeks, your hair too."  I did as I was told,
squirming my hips around trying to get myself off while I rubbed my face in
my mother's slick ass crack.  I couldn't believe I was so filthy. I was so
caught up in rubbing my face in her ass that it was a shock to me when she
told me to clean her ass, starting with her asshole.  I had nearly
forgotten what I was there to do.

         "I won't tell you again! Do you hear me?  Clean my ass!  And be
thorough! It's not a race to see how fast you can clean it. As you said, my
nasty girl, it's been thirty-seven days since it's last been cleaned.
"Mother laughed at herself, "and I might not have cleaned it that well."

         Nasty girl, I loved hearing her call me that.  My mother's hips
circled as my tongue worked its way over to her dirty hole.  First with the
tip of my tongue, in to full out lapping and slobbering all over it,
tasting her dirty ass. How did she work me up so much to do this and to
love it?  I loved my mom very much and realized that, yes; I truly would do
anything she asked of me.  I hoped it wasn't because she had made me so
wet.  I was afraid this feeling would all go away once I had an orgasm and
returned to reality. I licked up and down her hairy ass crack, sucking on
her hairs, laughing to myself that my spit was shampooing her ass hair.
Her ass tasted bitter a bit metallic in taste too, like when I would suck
on my finger after paper cut.  The bitter taste filled my mouth, it wasn't
salty like her sweat and it didn't taste my pussy, either. It hit me what I
tasted, it scared me that I liked it, but I needed to confirm. I didn't
know what this meant. I knew from the smell that I loved it but in my
mouth, what was I thinking?  The thought was insane!

         "Mom?"  I sat up suddenly on my knees, uncovering my mom; her ass
crack glistened with my spit mixed with her filth. "This had better be good
for stopping, you've only been at it for... it's been an hour?  Well, I guess
a quick break is okay, but I'm sure you're not done are you?"  I shook my
head, "No, but I wanted to ask you something."

         "When was the last time you went to the bathroom?"  Mother sat up
quickly, a flash of worry on her face. "When was the last time you..."

         "Yes, honey? Go on, it's okay, " she said almost expecting what I
was about to ask. I decided to be bold and go for it.

         "When was the last time you shit?"

         "Why do you want to know?"  She sat against the headboard and
patted in between her legs for me to sit.  She wrapped her arms around me,
and her legs, kissing the back of my head and whispered, "I can smell
myself in your hair."

         "I love how you smell! I love how you taste even more and I was
wondering if that was what I was tasting?" My mother's fingers were once
again on my clit. I squirmed under her touch.

         "Yes," she said simply. "I went right before I woke you up this
morning. I take you liked that taste?" I nodded and gasped, nearly there.
The bitter taste that filled my nasty mouth was the taste of my mother's
shit. Her lips pressed against my ear, "and I didn't wipe!"  A stream of
cum squirted from my pussy coating my mother's hand as I came harder than I
ever had before.  I slumped in my mother's arms unable to hold myself up,
"You liked tasting my shit?" Her fingers never stopped. "Yes," I mumbled.
"Wrong, you should have answered you loved tasting my shit."  I did, I did!
"Yes, I loved tasting your shit!"  Did I really just say that?

         "You're willing?" she asked.  "Yes!"

         "Nasty girl!"  I came again and soaked her sheets.

         I was in a blissful daze and mother left the room for a few
moments and came back with her laptop.  She opened it, clicked on a few
things and set it in front of me on the bed.  I looked at the folder that
was open and there were folders going back 10 years full of movie files,
hundreds if not thousands of them in all.

         "What are they?"

         "I want you to watch as many of these videos as you want.  I want
you to think about what you're seeing, because I want you to answer
'Willing' or 'Unwilling' knowing full well, that this will happen to you.
It's inevitable.  I was waiting until your birthday next month, but after
the events of last night and this morning. I think you're ready for it."  I
nodded. "Just take your time, take the rest of the weekend if you need to,
I'll sleep in your room tonight."  She handed me a pair of headphones and
closed the door on her way out.

         I stared at the file names, they were all dated and had names
attached to them.  They had a pattern to them and I realized they were
dated every 7 or so days - the recent ones I saw were on the weekends. I
was afraid of what I might find.  I had some ideas.  I stared blankly at
the screen, reliving the last 12 or so hours, the twins' cryptic looks and
words.  What I just did with my mother and that I wanted to do that and
unsure if it was because I liked how nasty it was or that I didn't care how
nasty it was because I was willing to do anything for my mother.  I had to
think and I had to stall to think. My mind was a mess, still coming down
from the powerful orgasms my mother had given me.  I needed to come down to
think clearly I decided.

         I walked to the door and opened it, "Mom?"

         "That quickly--" she started to say.  "No, I haven't started
watching yet. I'm... I'm.... pumping myself up? But I'm hungry, can you make me
some eggs or french toast or something for breakfast?  I'm going to take a
shower."  I expected her to yell at me or talk down to me and was surprised
when to hear her accommodate me, "no problem, sweetie.  I was serious about
taking your time.  You'll let me know what you want for lunch.  If you need
a break come out and watch a movie with me, we don't have to talk about it
yet.  Not until you're ready, but we will talk about it.  You're really
going to take a shower? I thought you loved my scent"

         I blushed, "Oh, please don't be offended, I do! But I need--"
Mother cut me off, "-- a clear head?"

         "Yes."  Mother laughed and I was relieved.  She hugged me tight
and gave me a soft long kiss, "It's okay honey, I want you to have a clear
head."

         Mother left her room and I went to her bathroom and showered, the
hot water a blessing on my skin.  I wondered how my mother went weeks, now
months without a shower or a bath.  I'm glad she didn't, it was incredibly
sexy -- no mustn't go there, I needed a clear head.  I dried myself off, put
my hair up in a towel and sat at my mother's desk with her laptop.  I
wasted time, I played online, checked email, anything to delay what I knew
was going to change my life and I was putting off the inevitable.

         A few minutes later my mother knocked and came in with my favorite
breakfast, Eggs Benedict.  She was definitely trying to persuade me.  She
said not a word and when she went to close the door I called to her, "Mom,
wait, please!"

         "Yes, honey."  I looked at her, tasting her still in my mouth.
Think clearly, dammit!  I stood up and walked over to her.

         "Mom... I still haven't looked yet, but if I find myself willing can
there be... concessions?"

         "Concession?" she asked.  "Yes, concessions."  I gathered my
resolve, "Mom, you know I love you and I want to hold myself to what I said
about doing a daughter's duty and to do anything for you because I love
you."  I caught my breath, "but will you be patient with me? I don't want
to disappoint you again! I can't disappoint you again! I love you!"  She
hugged me tightly, kissed me again and left.  I continued to play online as
I ate my breakfast.  After I practiced a few yoga moves while taking
glances window full of video files.  I took a deep breath. Fuck it!

         I scanned the file names wondering what more did they mean.  I
found one labeled almost 11 years ago to today and opened it. What I found
shocked me: two girls my age, coated head to toe in a brown mess kissing
each other.  Their hands roaming over each others' body as they were being
encouraged from someone off-camera.  They picked up globs of brown mess
from the plastic sheet underneath them and shoved them in each others'
mouths or sometimes rubbed them through their hair.  They kissed each
other, brown waste oozing from their lips as they passed it back and
forth.  One giggled in a familiar voice, "You swallowed it!  It was my
turn!"

         It was hard to breathe, what did I just watch?  A darker, more
knowledgeable voice answered, "you know."  I watched another.  This one
featured a cute little blonde tattooed girl whose ink couldn't see
clearly.  She too was about my age.  Her mouth was full of brown waste. The
camera panned up, was that?  It couldn't be!  I took note of the name and
clicked on another.  What I saw took the breath from me: same two girls
from before, my age. They were smiling and laughing they were the same as
the first video, but I could recognize them.  The freckles on their neck
revealed them.  Mom! Aunt Tory! The camera panned up and whom I saw gave me
a heart attack.  It was Grandma Rebecca and Great Aunt Dawn.  Another video
Mom and Aunt Tory still looked to be about my age, telling their mothers
that they loved them and loved being their toilets.  Rebecca and Dawn
looked to be about what my mother was aged now.  I checked the date, it was
dated a month after I was born. I checked the description, it read,
"Trystin was born, now Kelley I can be fed for the first time in almost a
year!"  I knew grandma and Aunt Dawn were young, but it hit me they really
only twenty years older than me.

         I thought about Grandma Rebecca and Aunt Dawn today, they were
still young, no older than... it couldn't be.

         The next video I chose is what got my attention, it was labeled,
"No Mercy, No Safe Word". It was the longest movie and seemed to be a blend
of multiple incidents.  What caught my attention was that I immediately I
saw the cute tattooed girl again.  The intro read, "We took our slave to
the limits over the course of 7 days. We have the uncut version. For
details... just ask."  Just ask?  Were they selling these? For most of the
video, the cute blonde was tied to a bed in various positions and my
mother, Aunt Tory, grandma Rebecca and great aunt Dawn all fucked her
repeatedly with dildos, double headed strapons, butt plugs and more. You
couldn't see her skin after the first 20 minutes of the video as everyone
had shit on her.  Much of the time all three of her holes were in use.

         I watched in horror as my grandmother fisted the tattooed girl's
ass for 30 minutes straight, in such a manner that could only be described
as trying to destroy her asshole. I fingered myself the entire time. A
dildo was fixed her head only for my mother and aunt to ride her face,
slamming their cute asses down hard.  The girl was often slapped,
strangled.  A huge strap on was shoved in her mouth, gagging her until she
vomited.  The girl was crying, begging for it them to stop only to be
viciously slapped by my mother while the others laughed and insulted her.
Sometimes in frame you could see my mother, aunt, grandma and great aunt in
pairs making love to each other, being tender and loving.  This blonde girl
was being defiled in the most depraved ways possible, viciously fucked and
abused and in contrast I watched my mother and grandma making love on the
same bed while the blonde girl watched and wept.  It was the ultimate
insult.

         I wondered who the tattooed girl was. I wondered about her name.
While thinking about what she experienced I came twice. I didn't bother to
rest I saw more with the same name, sequels 30 of them.  Not as long as the
first, but they all featured the blonde girl.  Some included my mother and
family, sometimes other women and girls I didn't recognize would be there.
Another movie included another young blonde girl next to the tattooed girl
who was older now, closer to my mother's age and used by six other women.
Neither fared well.  When the group was not using them, two tubes that ran
from one's mouth to the other's asshole, or actually the other direction
connected them.

         Hours went by, I couldn't watch an entire movie, I just skipped
through them in some shocked state. Many were full of scat play but there
was a huge folder of vanilla lesbian sex featuring everyone as well.  I
kept returning to the videos of the blond girl being abused by my family.
My pulse was racing the entire time.  I was jealous. Later I clicked one of
the more recent ones and it hit me why I was being shown these: The video
showed Jennifer and Stephanie with Mother, Aunt Tory, Grandma Rebecca and
Aunt Dawn.  Jennifer and Stephanie were being fucked slowly in their
assholes while they kissed brown waste and spit it in into each others
mouths.   The truth was scaring me, but empowering me.  I love my mother. I
now knew what she wanted.  Did I want the same thing?

         I waited in front of the door to her bedroom on my knees.

         "Mom!" I cried out and in an instant she was at the door and
opened it.  I grabbed her hips and pressed my lips to her strong odorous
"au naturel" pussy, it was heaven. I sucked on her lips and worked my
tongue around her clit.  She grabbed my hair tightly and pulled my face
between her legs. I licked her in the doorway until she came in my mouth
and placed her hands on my shoulders to keep from falling over.  I took her
by the hand to the bed and threw her face down on the bed and buried my
head between her dirty cheeks.  I licked her and tasted her, telling her I
loved her. I told her that I was willing. I told her that I needed to have
her bitter taste in my mouth.

         She grabbed my hair and pulled me form her ass and turned over to
face me. "Willing?  Really willing?"

         I nodded and started to speak when she interrupted, "But...." and I
felt ashamed. I really do not want a "but" to exist, but I have
'concessions'".

         "Concessions?" She asked.  I nodded, "Concessions." I was afraid
that I would see disappointment in her face, but it wasn't that, it was an
anxious look. I crawled up and straddled her lap so I could run my fingers
through her hair. I kissed her and sucked her tongue and her lips, I pushed
my tongue into her mouth and let her do the same; she started to try to
move me back and I broke off the kiss. I thought to myself, here goes
nothing.

         "I love you, mom.  Oh my god, do I love you!" Mother beamed and
started to speak when I stopped her, "Let me get this out! "  I took a deep
breath, "I'm willing. Hell, I'm more than willing. But here's my
concession: can we work on it?  I want to get to know this side of you,
actually I wanted to get to know you in this way for the longest time.  I
just didn't know it... so in knowing where this is going can we build up to
it?  I want this, I want you, I want to be your Nasty Girl, no, I want to
be your Nasty WHORE. But I'm scared. I hope you understand. This is, wow,
this is something.

         "You told me this is going to happen one way or another, and I
came so many times today thinking of that. School is done in couple of
weeks and we're out for the summer. It wouldn't raise any questions. "
Mother kissed me, "Clever girl!"  She furthered encouraged me, so I
continued, "I want this," I kissed her again, "pleasing you is all I ever
wanted. I just didn't know how to really please you until today.  Now, it's
all clear. I want to give you everything; I want you to give me everything.
I want us to explore everything. My birthday is just after schools out and
I know how we can spend it! Tell me I can be your whore, please!"

         "Oh honey," and mother kissed me.  I let the kiss go on for a
while before I broke it off.  "Mom?" I asked.  "Yes, honey?"

         "The videos... do you? Mother cut me off, "My mother and aunt handle
the business. The movies aren't cheap, but they sold.  We don't sell
anymore, not for a few years, we  just make them for our personal
collection. It's too dangerous to sell these days. Besides we don't need
to.  We've made enough for you and your cousins to live reasonably in
comfort But there is one very trusted partner who takes the risks so for a
very hefty fee we may sell one or two a year but each time is more risk so
the price goes up.  The next one should net us over seven figures.  We're
all invested now though and like I said, we don't need the money."

         "That's not what I was going to ask, but good to know." I laughed,
mother joined in too.  "One of the videos was a tattooed girl, I wanted to
ask about her.  Actually, I saw several videos featuring her." I paused
hoping she would just tell me about her.

         After a long pause, mother asked, "What about her?"

         "What I saw in the video, you, Aunt Tory, Grandma and Aunt Dawn,
what you did to her... she had a rough time..."

         Mother was suddenly worried in her voice, "What about it?"

         "Was she 'unwilling'? Is that what you would do to me if I was
'unwilling'?"

         "Yes."  A look of shame filled her face and I knew. I adjusted
myself so I sat straddling one of my mother's thighs.

         "Were you hoping I would be unwilling." Mother nodded. "Was that a
real gang-rape video?"

         "Yes," she said quietly. "And that's what you want to do to me? No
mercy, no safe word, what's a safe word anyway?"

         "A word you can say that everything stops, completely."

         "And you didn't let her have one?"

         "Oh she had one, we just ignored it."

         "Mother!" I started to grind my pussy into my mother's thigh.

         I kissed her. My mother pressed her thigh to meet my pussy as I
squirmed, leaving sticky cum on her leg.  I asked in a whisper, "Do you
still want to use me like that? Do you want to use me like the tattooed
girl?" as I kissed her lips.

         "Yes," mother answered.  "Trys, are you telling me you want to me
treat you like I treated her?"  I nodded.  "Are you sure?" I nodded yet
again. "What we did to her in the videos wasn't acting. It was also how we
used her every time." I ground my hips harder into my mother's thigh and
kissed her again when she said, "A daughter doesn't get a safe word."  I
hugged her tight and whispered, "I never wanted one with you."

         She whispered back, "You do realize this means I am going to do to
you and you want that?" I moaned, almost there, "Yes."

         "And what is that?" she asked.  I came all over her leg as I
replied, "I want you to rape me like the girl in the video."

         "Nasty Whore." I caught my breath and kissed my mother again,
something else was nagging at me.

         "What were the tattoos of?"  Mother smirked, "We branded her as
ours.  All of them are of her, from photos of things we did to her and
photographed / recorded." I was getting wet, "there were words too."

         "Every insult we can think of was written to her skin. Every name
of every girl that used her, her name is inked somewhere; I used to keep
count, but stopped when it was well over 100.  She was Aunt Dawn's toy.
Now she's belongs to her daughter." I placed my fingers between my legs, I
was leaking freely.

         "Is that your plan?  To turn me into her?"  Mother only smiled and
winked.

         I pinned mother on her back what came from my mouth next I
couldn't believe I said.  "You can if you want; if it pleases you. But
there's much I need to learn before summer.  Mom?" "Yes, nasty whore?" I
moaned at my new nickname.

         "I'm so sorry about Jen and Steph and you not being the first to
kiss my pussy.  And I hope that you'll like my other concession.  My
concession is that I want you to take my virginity like that tattooed girl
on my birthday."

         She flipped me over on to my back and grinned.  She grabbed me
tightly by the throat and slapped my hard across my face.  "I'm going to
slap you for each year of your life because of what you let Jen and Steph
do to you. Actually they're twins, I should slap you twice for each year of
your life." She alternated hands as she slapped me again and again harder
each time. Finally she finished and I was relieved until I heard her say,
"And your worthless cunt gets, let's see, what time is it?  3:56?
Fifty-six, that's how many." By the time she finished my worthless cunt was
raw and red. Mother reached down to pinch my clit hard.  "Much to learn
until then, and we'll go slow with it.  Don't worry about your cousins,
they stole a mother's right, they'll be appropriately punished.

         "You want to be used like that girl in the video for your
birthday?" I nodded.  "I don't want to turn you into that girl, only parts
of her. Maybe I'll have you--" She cut herself off as climbed up top of me
and straddled my face and sat fully on it. Her sweaty humid ass crack
enveloped my face; I smelled her asshole. I loved that smell. I tried to
grab her hips, but she pinned my arms under legs. She sat on my face
commanding me to lick her pussy and asshole, grinding down into my face
each time she came., She smothered me without air, and several times she
farted into my mouth telling me not too worry about suffocating. She
slammed her ass down on my face so hard I thought she might break my nose.
She was definitely giving me rug burn from her hairy pussy.

         Finally she stopped and got up a bit and asked, "What time is it?
Six-oh-three.  Lucky thing." She then smacked my cunt hard three times.

         "There is this thing that you'll do for me from now on without
going slow.  Open your mouth," mother commanded as she sat down fully on my
face wiggling to get comfortable. "This is your next lesson about your
willing duty."  I moaned with my nose in her ass. I opened my mouth.  My
mother's warm piss filled began to fill it.

         "Nasty whore!  Or should I say Toilet Whore?" my mother laughed as
I swallowed her rancid piss. Mother began to rub my sore clit, but it
didn't matter, it felt amazing.  "We'll talk about what's going to happen
soon, honey. But for now enjoy how your mother's piss tastes." When she was
done she put her asshole on my mouth, "Now then, I think you still have
your mother's dirty ass to clean.  I think it should take you all night." I
moaned, "I love you!" into my mother's stinky hole as she made me cum all
over the bed.  She then smacked my worthless cunt one time for each year of
my life.  My old life; my new life and journey as my mother's whore was
just beginning.



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