“But Kelly is upstairs and we don’t know if she’s still asleep,” Sandra protested even as her mouth watered automatically whether she would or no.
“It’s only a matter of time before she learns the truth, my slut,” Mariah pointed out.
Although she knew it was futile, Sandra requested, “Couldn’t we wait until she graduates before we let her know of our past?”
“We could, but we won’t,” Mariah smiled. “So tomorrow you’ll begin addressing me as Mommy again.”
A chill went up Sandra’s back at this renewed expectation, as she flashbacked to just after she’d learned that Mariah’s mom was submissive to her daughter:
“So starting now, whenever we’re alone together I will be addressed as Mommy,” Mariah said, once we arrived back in our dorm following our crazy weekend with her submissive mother.
“P-p-pardon?” I asked, not sure I’d heard my Mistress correctly.
“Since you need guidance and someone to make all your decisions for you… just like a child… you will now address me when we are alone, or when we’re in this room no matter who else may be present, as Mistress Mommy,” Mariah explained.
I was confused; watching the incestuous interactions between Mariah and her mother had awakened new sexual feelings within me towards my own mother, and this tension was now doubly compounded by the idea of calling Mariah my ‘Mommy’. I had learned always to obey no matter how bizarre the order, and when I didn’t I was punished harshly. So in spite of the turmoil in my heart and in my head, I whispered obediently, “Understood, Mistress Mommy.”
“Good girl,” Mariah purred, as she patted my head.
“Thank you, Mistress Mommy,” I replied with sincere gratitude, feeling a rush of excitement at this rare verbal approval from my Mistress.
Mariah sat down at her desk and said, “Come here little girl, and get your treat.”
I quickly obeyed, clambering around under the small desk to get between Mariah’s legs, a chill going up my spine at being called ‘little girl’.
“Go ahead my child, come and get your treat,” Mariah purred.
I leaned forward and began licking.
After a few minutes, Mariah got verbal. “That’s it, my precious little girl, you love Mommy’s special treat, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mommy,” I agreed, licking hungrily, my own cunt begging for attention at this strange yet erotic motherly treatment.
“Do you want a bigger treat from Mommy?”
“Oh yes, Mommy,” I replied, praying that would mean getting fucked by one of my Mistress’s big strap-on cocks.
After a moment, Mariah’s moans increased and as her orgasm hit, she screamed, “Here’s your treat, you good girl!”
Cum flooded out of Mariah and I eagerly licked up the treat.
“You got all of Mommy’s treat, didn’t you?” Mariah smiled, looking down at her submissive me.
“Yes, Mommy and it was super yummy,” I squealed happily, just as if I were a child.
“You’re such a good girl, such a very, very good girl,” Mariah told me.
“So you will resume calling me Mommy,” Mariah instructed, repeating her newest expectation to her submissive.
A chill again went up Sandra’s spine just as it had all those years ago when she was first ordered to do it. “Yes, Mommy,” Sandra agreed, the strange word coming so naturally out of her mouth.
“And to be perfectly clear, you will refer to me as Mommy in front of your daughter as well,” Mariah informed her obedient slut, the plan to add Kelly to the submission mix just getting underway.
“Please, no,” Sandra gasped, knowing there would be no believable explanation for referring to Mariah as ‘Mommy’ except the truth. Everything else so far could be explained more or less as accommodating a good friend from her past, but this new requirement would be impossible to justify.
“I wasn’t asking for your approval, only your obedience,” Mariah said sharply. “Do I have it?”
“Sorry, Mommy Mistress,” Sandra quickly apologized, “of course you do”, knowing that tone was dictating this conversation was done. “But how will I explain it to Kelly?”
“I don’t know, something about a game we used to play in the past,” Mariah shrugged.
Sandra sighed, “This is getting out of hand.”
Mariah smiled, playing on her pet’s words, “It was always out of your hands, my pet.”
Sandra couldn’t help but laugh at herself, realizing how true that was. She’d tried resisting off and on for years back in college, and had tried resisting since Mariah’s surprise arrival, yet she always felt like there was a higher power guiding her to obey. “It feels that way.”
“Now come and get your treat, my good, obedient little girl,” Mariah ordered.
Sandra, her cunt already leaking at the incestuous role playing, crawled between Mariah’s legs and forgetting about her daughter upstairs whimpered, “Yes, Mistress Mommy.”
…..
Next morning, Sandra got up and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Kelly came down already dressed, she too was a morning person, and said, “Good morning, Mom.” Kelly kissed her mother on the cheek like she always did.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Sandra greeted, noticing her daughter was in jeans and yet was also wearing pantyhose. “Pantyhose under your jeans?” she asked.
“Aunt Mariah said they’d make me feel more like a woman,” Kelly explained.
“That they do,” Sandra agreed, a tingle twitching down below, remembering hearing those same words for the first time so many years ago. Sandra knew Mariah’s endgame plan, to recruit Kelly as her sub also. But until this moment her own daughter hadn’t excited her sexually; not that Kelly wasn’t attractive, she most certainly was. But incest with her daughter had just never occurred to her. Yet, Sandra’s face flushed bright pink at the thought of her daughter on her knees beside her serving their Mistress. The flush this time wasn’t resulting from shame or some such emotion, but from aroused excitement.
“You okay, Mom?” Kelly asked.
“What? Yes, I’m just not getting much sleep lately,” Sandra covered, which wasn’t a lie. Between her upcoming presentation in Toronto and the knowledge that Kelly would be left alone with two hungry sexual predators and no one to protect her. Sandra knew she was helpless to stop them, but also knew she had to protect her daughter, or at least try… the conflicting thoughts were psychologically wearing her down.
“Well, you’d better get some before your big meeting,” Kelly advised her mother.
“Agreed,” Sandra said.
Sandra was about to give Kelly a warning about Taylor and Mariah, when Mariah’s sing-song voice echoed around the kitchen, “Good morning, my girls.”
“Hi, Aunt Mariah,” Kelly greeted her cheerfully, going over and giving her faux aunt the same greeting she’d given her mother.
Sandra watched, knowing her influence over her daughter was already slipping, and soon everything she’d worked so hard to do in order to protect her daughter would be a distant, ineffectual memory. A rush of jealousy at the idea of Mariah taking her daughter away from her finally hit her. How could she have been so weak? So selfish? She couldn’t let her daughter succumb to Mariah’s charms. She couldn’t allow her daughter to end up being a submissive, disrespected plaything for years, like she’d been.
Once the hug was over, Mariah gave a look to her submissive.