Unspoken Pleasure

Luckily she seemed to ignore my last words, her giddiness back. “Great, can I pick you up at 6:15? I already know where you live, I asked Karen.”

“Sounds good to me,” I agreed.

“See you then, Jenny.” Her voice did things to my name in a way that had me melting.

“See you tonight, Ashley,” I replied and soon was listening to nothing but the dead air of a cell phone. I hung up the phone and considered the implications of tonight. Was it really a date? A growing friendship? What should I wear? These thoughts bounced around in my head while I walked to my house.

My thoughts were quickly dismissed when I noticed Karen’s car in the driveway. I figured she had just arrived and didn’t think of it as anything remotely sinister.

Once I walked in my house and closed the door, Karen immediately bellowed, “Get your ass upstairs, Jenny!”

I obeyed and rushed to my room, which was empty. Slightly confused, I followed the feminine moans coming from my Mother’s room.

As I got closer, anxiety crept in. It couldn’t be! There was no way Karen had seduced my Mother already!

Now, even after a week plus of surprises, nothing could have remotely prepared me for what I was about to see.

My Mother was tied to her own bed! She had a toy buzzing away in her pussy and Karen was straddled over my Mom’s face. From Karen’s moans, it was obvious that my Mother was licking my friend’s and Mistress’s cunt. I stared in perverse curiosity and shock.

Karen had predicted she would get my Mother and, although I had doubted the prediction, although I thought it may be possible eventually, I never expected this extreme of a sight!

I stood there frozen for what seemed like an eternity but was only a minute or two before Karen screamed, while rubbing her pussy all over my Mother’s face, “That’s it Mommy, I’m coming, lick your Mistress’ cunt, yesssssss!”

Karen collapsed forward and, although my Mother couldn’t see me yet, I could see that at least her forehead was shining with pussy juice. I was mortified! I was shocked! I was mystified!

Karen looked back at me and asked with a purr, “I bet you’re dying to know how this happened?”

I’m not sure ‘dying to know’ would be the descriptor I would have used, but yes, I was curious.

Karen ordered, “Mommy slut, tell your daughter how you ended up being my personal plaything.”

Mom looked up and our eyes met. The look of humiliation on her face was extreme. She let out a soft sigh before apologizing frantically, “I am so sorry, Jenny, so sorry. I just couldn’t resist.”This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Karen turned back to her and demanded, “Enough, Mommy slut. Just tell your daughter how you ended up submitting to me.”

Mom broke eye contact with me but nevertheless began….