“Yay! I’m oh, so glad that you’re here! Ooh, ooh, this is so wonderful. You wanna see me do a handstand? I’m so good at them!”
She bent over and did a handstand right before me. Her legs thrust in the air, her bare feet twisting. Her tank top fell down her stomach to expose her round boobs. She had barbell piercings threaded through her pink nipples. The blood rushed to her beaming face.
Her legs kicked as she fought to keep her balance. I just stared at her boobs. My cunt was on fire. I had to do such naughty things to her. First, I had to discipline the bitch for hurting my little girl’s feelings. That was what I had to do.
“Get naked right now!” I groaned. “I own you! I’m your… Mommy-Mistress!”
“Mist dress? You have a mist dress, Mommy?” the girl asked as she dropped down onto her knees and sat up, her hair spilling around her flushed face. “Wow. How do you have a dress made out of mist, Mommy?”
“No, no, Mistress,” I said. “Mistress.”
“Oh, oh, like what my daddy has! Mommy is always mad that he has a mistress! That makes you a girlfriend, right? But not a girly friend, but a lezzie friend! Am I a lesbian now?”
“Yes,” I said. “And you always do what your Mommy-Mistress tells you to do, so get naked and bend that ass over the couch!”
“Yes, Mommy-Mistress!” gasped the girl. “I’m all progressy now since I’m lezzie! Ooh, ooh, just so progressy! Woot!”
She bounced to her feet and ripped off her top, exposing those round boobs topped by her nipple piercings. I loved the sight, my cunt on fire. She then wiggled out of her shorts. Her phone fell out in the process, but she didn’t care. She had on a black thong that she peeled off last, exposing her shaved cunt. Just like my daughter’s pussy.
I quivered as she straightened and turned around. She bent over the armrest and wiggled her rump. She had such a spankable ass. I moved towards her, my cunt on fire. I had turned into such a pervert so fast. It was insane.
I drew back my hand.
SMACK!
“Owie!” she squeaked as her ass reddened. “Oh, oh, that was an owie! Was I naughty, Mommy-Mistress?”
SMACK!
“Yes!” I moaned, loving the stinging impact.
SMACK!
“You were so naughty!” I groaned.
SMACK!
“But you’ll be good, right?”
“So good, Mommy-Mistress!” she moaned, her ass glowing so red.
SMACK!
“Goody good good! I’ll wear both my shoes! I’ll be a goody girl with two shoes! Yes, I will!”
SMACK!
I loved the feel of her plump rump against my hand. Spanking the slut was such a rush. My pussy clenched with the heat of this moment. A big smile spread on my lips as I kept slapping my hand down on her perky ass.
SMACK!
My pussy soaked my panties.
SMACK!
She wiggled her rump as I grew wetter and wetter. I had to cum. I needed to orgasm.
SMACK!
“Eat my pussy, slut!” I moaned and stepped back. I unsnapped my jeans and shoved them down. “Eat my pussy right now! That’s your Mommy-Mistress’s cunt you have to eat!”
She whirled around and fell to her knees. My daughter’s bully, my new bimbo slut, buried her face into my bush and licked at my cunt. I gasped at her tongue stroking across the folds of my pussy. I threw my head back.
Such pleasure rushed through me. Her tongue stroked over my clit. She brushed my bud. I whimpered as pleasure burst from me. This magnificent bliss exploded out of my cunt. I threw back my head, squealing out in delight.
I trembled, the rapture burning through me. It was exquisite. I came so fast.
“You pussy-loving slut!” I squealed.
“I love cats!” the girl moaned as I showered her in my juices. “Cats and your yummy vajayjay!”
She licked at me with hunger, the waves of delight washing through me. They felt incredible. I groaned, shuddering through such passion. I enjoyed every second of it. Every last moment of this ecstasy soaking my mind.
I gripped the back of her head as I hit the peak of my orgasm. I shuddered there, my breasts quivering in my blouse. I felt so amazing. I swayed there, riding that wondrous high of cumming on the girl’s mouth. It was–
My daughter giggled and said, “I love big sausages! So yummy!”
Fear shot through me. Who was she talking to? I yanked up my jeans and darted to the door to find my daughter preening in her too-tight outfit to this guy who was staring at her like a wolf. Her hand reached out to cup him.
“HEY!” I roared and charged out.
The guy glanced up at me and blanched. He took a step back before my daughter could cup him. He waved his hands before him as I rushed right up to him. I reached him and slapped him hard across the face.
He gasped as I stepped between him and my bimbofied daughter. A red print blossomed across his face. He stared at me and took another step back. I glared at him, anger burning in me. What was Alice doing? Why would she…?
Bimbo. Right. She was just a horny airhead now. Happy but eager to have fun.
“Get lost!” I growled. “Now!”
“Sorry,” he said. “She looked lost. I was just–”
“GO!” I roared, pointing down the street.
He retreated, his hands raised before him. He turned and hurried down to the street. I let out a huge sigh of relief and turned around to see my daughter bouncing in place. She peered around me, licking her lips.
“He said he had a sausage for me, Mommy!” she said. “I like sausages.”
“I’m sure you do,” I said. “Why don’t you get in the van? We’re going to go shopping. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
“Yay!” she squealed and darted for the van. She opened the door and climbed in. She closed it and even put on her seat belt. She bounced in place, looking so happy.
“Shopping?” asked Sherry. “I love shopping! Yay!”
She darted out of the house naked. I gasped and stopped her, putting my hands on my hips. These bimbos were going to make my hair go gray prematurely. She stopped before me, her lips drenched in my pussy juices. God, I soaked her when I came.
“Go back inside and get dressed, slut,” I hissed. “You don’t get to just parade around naked unless I tell you to!”
“Oh, right, Mommy-Mistress!” Sherry said and gave me a cute salute. Then she turned and pranced back inside, her reddened ass swaying.
Damn, that felt good to say that. Only when I told her to. I owned her. That was what this did, right? I owned her. I opened the phone and saw she had more than half of her bar filled to reach Level 1. I remembered that Spanking Bimbo option.
Then I noticed the thing about locking them. Keeping them from going off with strangers. I had to do that for my daughter, but Sherry? I bet she would be a slut for me. Just fucking guys. The most depraved idea I had yet popped into my mind.
I was a housewife. I was always looking for ways to save money. I saved coupon links and read when things were on sale at the grocery store. I made sure I got value for my family. Could I do that to Sherry?
She bullied my daughter. Yes, I could.
Sherry came out in her jeans and top a moment later. Her round boobs bounced as she hurried towards me. She had such a big grin. I pointed to my minivan. She climbed into the back seat as I headed to the driver’s seat.
I had never been to Lover’s Delight, but I knew about it. The “Adult Novelty Store” had just what I needed. I had horny bimbos. I needed to buy some sex toys. Dildos and vibrators. Some strap-ons. I didn’t have any of that at home.
I backed out of the driveway and headed down the street. I was in such a good mood. My daughter put on some peppy pop music. It was sugary and awful, but way better than the depressing stuff she’d been listening to.
She and Sherry bounced along singing to the lyrics. They were so happy. It was adorable.
Soon, we were pulling up to Lover’s Delight. I drew in a deep breath as I parked here. I was about to take two barely legal girls into a sex shop. This was wild. I climbed out of the car, aching to buy some naughty toys.
“Come on, girls!” I said.
“Yes, Mommy!” they said together. Sherry forgot about the mistress already. Oh, well.
They both climbed out and rushed after me. I opened the door, stepping into my first sex shop. A nervous writhing washed through me as I came face to face with a shelf full of magazines, the models all naked with orange or green stickers over the naughty bits. The girls swept past me and squealed at the sight of it all.
They were looking right and left, bouncing up and down. They spotted the dildo shelf. It was a huge one, dominating a wall. They rushed to it and were grabbing the rubbery cocks. In moments, they were fencing with them.
The guy behind the counter arched an eyebrow. “Sorry,” I said. “My, uh, girls are just excited to buy their first dildos.”
He chuckled, staring at us. God, he was a pervert. I bet my plan would work.
I headed to the shelves, my bimbos giggling as they slapped the dildos back and forth. They both had flushed cheeks. I shook my head, my cunt on fire. I glanced at the toys. I wanted a strap-on to fuck my daughter with. I flicked my gaze from them.
God, sex toys were expensive. They were $70 to over a $100 for the various strap-ons. And I had no idea what to buy. There were so many choices. I wanted something perfect. Not too big, though. Some of them were massive.
I found one that had a fleshy cock that was the size of my husband. I could take that dick with ease. So could my daughter. I picked it up and winced. $97 for it. But it had an adjustable harness and a lifetime guarantee on it.
“Um,” I said, turning to the guy. “If I let you fuck this little slut”–I pointed to Sherry–“will you let me have this for free?”
He stared at Sherry. “How old is she?”
“Eighteen,” I said. “Barely legal pussy. How does that sound?”