Turning back to her bewildered pet, she explained, “You see, there is most of a very clear hierarchy here right now. I am the Queen and everybody here is to serve my every whim. Taylor here is the princess, so everybody other than her Queen Mistress is here to serve her without question. Although Kelly so far remains ignorant of all this. The only question that still exists is who is third in line. Is it you, my slut? Will your pretty daughter become your pet, or will you become hers?”
Sandra, defiant in a way she’d never been before, ever, stamped her feet standing straight up from the couch and declared, almost shouting, “Neither of those are ever going to happen.”
Mariah smiled, her tone hinting at being impressed, “Is my pet standing up to her Mistress?”
Sandra wavered only briefly, realizing the consequences of her defiance if she lost this argument would be brutal, “Yes, I am. I can’t allow you to seduce my daughter, and I will never allow myself to commit the act of incest!”
Mariah sighed dramatically. “I really thought we were past this.”
Sandra’s tone shifted from strong to pleading as she felt Mariah’s disappointment and guilt hitting her. By this time she was incapable of displeasing Mariah for any reason without feeling very badly about it. “Mistress, please, this is asking far too much.”
“Have I ever guided you wrong?” Mariah asked gently.
Sandra considered this point. As she reflected back to the many humiliating moments in her life that had been orchestrated by Mariah, every single one of them had ended up bringing her pleasure beyond what she could have predicted. Even being coerced into becoming pregnant had ended well, with the birth of Kelly, who had consistently been her pride and joy.
Mariah tapped the couch, instructing without words for Sandra to sit back down.
Sandra was in a quagmire of epic proportions. By now she was willing and eager to resume submitting to Mariah, knowing deep down that ironically the only time she was ever sexually free was when she had no say in anything. Yet, she couldn’t commit incest and she couldn’t assist in the corruption of her loving, trusting daughter.
Hesitantly she sat down beside Mariah, visibly trembling.
Mariah, who knew when to be aggressive, knew when to dominate, but also knowing when to be caring, spoke softly. “Sandra, I love you and I assume you love me.”
Sandra nodded. “Yes, I do love you, Mariah.”
“And I need you as much as you need me,” Mariah explained.
“You need me? That comes as a surprise.”
“Of course I do,” Mariah smiled, so tender, “like you, I’ve been lost these past eighteen years. I tried to replace you, I tried to let you go, but you’d become irreplaceable.”
Sandra’s entire combative attitude fell apart at hearing words she hadn’t known she’d been craving all these years. “Thank you,” Sandra said, all she could muster as tears began streaming down her face.
Mariah leaned closer and Sandra followed suit and they were locked in a tender kiss.
Mariah breaking the kiss eventually, she said, “I’m going to reward you for being such a good girl by letting you come tonight.”
“Really?” Sandra asked, a chill of excitement at the week-long teasing coming to fruition.
“Yes, my pet, but I’ve got to come first,” Mariah moaned, her daughter’s tongue doing wonders.
Shifting from soft and sensitive to direct and dominant, she ordered, “Get me off, daughter-slut.”
Taylor, who had been listening to the whole bizarre conversation, obeyed, shifting from slow teasing to fast licking.
Sandra watched in perverse shock, her pussy unable to deny what the sight was doing to her.
Mariah, close to orgasm, grabbed her daughter’s head and began pushing it back and forth across her cunt. It was Mariah’s signature move when she wanted a super orgasm. Each push forward was like a spank against her pussy.
Taylor desperately attempted to lick while her face was being pounded by her mother’s pussy.
Sandra watched the incestuous moment of raw heat with mixed emotions. Incest was morally wrong, yet watching it live, in its rawest carnal form, had her desperate to come.
Sandra flashed back to the first time Mariah had used her face roughly:
It had been two months after my submission to Mariah had begun and I had begun pleasuring my roommate at least once a day (except when her Aunt Ruby visited), as Mariah believed and enforced that practice makes perfect.
I was getting better at knowing when and where the trigger spots were for my lovely blonde roommate, and I loved nothing more than to hear her moans of pleasure rise, her legs stiffen and her scream echo when Mariah came because of the actions of my very own tongue.
This time Mariah’s moans were louder than usual, her breathing heavier than usual, and suddenly she grabbed me by both sides of the head and began using my face as a cock.
I was surprised and helpless as she pulled me forward and back, each forward pull causing my face to collide with my Mistress’s wetness. Mariah’s screams exploded and after less than thirty seconds of the facial pounding, she jettisoned an explosive spray of cum from her cunt, coating my face.
I was dazed and bewildered at what had just happened, but without even touching myself I came the same time she did.
“Fuuuuuuuck, yes baby, fuck Mommy’s cunt like a gooooood giiiiiiirl,” Mariah screamed as her cum exploded out of her. These orgasms were always the most intense for her, and they led to copious squirting.
Taylor loved the taste of her mother’s juices and opened her mouth wide, knowing the squirting was coming and managed to catch most of it.
Once done, and a couple of minutes later, Mariah still breathing erratically ordered, “Taylor my slut, go get the box of toys.”
“Yes, Mistress Mommy,” Taylor obeyed eagerly, standing up, her face shiny with her Mother’s juices. Looking at Sandra, her smile widened, “Hi, my slut.”
Sandra, knowing what was expected, replied, “Hi, Mistress Taylor.”
“Did you enjoy the show?” Taylor asked.
Mariah interrupted, “Go get the fucking toys, slut.”
“S-s-sorry, Mommy,” Taylor apologized, shifting from mistress to sub in an instant, before rushing off to get the requested toys.
Mariah looked into Sandra’s eyes and asked, “You agree that I know what’s best for you, right?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Sandra agreed without hesitation, knowing that deep down she always ended up loving whatever Mariah made her do, no matter how unwelcome it seemed at first, how taboo or how humiliating.
“Good, so there will be no more questioning, will there?”