Before untying me from my restraints to the bedposts, Alison went to the bathroom for a washcloth to wash off my chest. I was all sticky and she wanted to milk me before releasing me. I needed to go to the bathroom so bad that I was begging her to nurse as quickly as possible. Just before she was done, I caught a glimpse of mom slowly walking past my doorway. That started to remind me that she knew now why Alison was working so feverishly on my tits.

After Alison untied me, I made a beeline towards the bathroom. Mom knocked on the door lightly and reminded me that a friend of mine was supposed to pick me up shortly. We had to pick up some health papers for my senior year at high school. So I jumped right in the shower and figured Alison would be gone before I was done. But that didn’t happen.

When I walked back to my room, mom was in the doorway talking to Alison as she rested on my bed. It bothered me greatly when their conversation immediately stopped as I came back. I explained to Alison that I had to get ready to leave and that she might as well catch up with me later. But she seemed to just want to hang around. The strangest part was, so did my mom.

I was gone for a good hour and when I got back mom was making breakfast for me. She was in a very chipper mood today and I knew it had something to do with the perversions from the night before. So, as I sat down to eat my eggs I just had to ask if “we” had any fun last night. Mom tried to be coy and wanted to know what I was talking about.

“You just seem in a very good mood this morning. So… did I have a good time or what?”

Mom turned around pretending to be busy and muttered that I probably would have enjoyed myself if I hadn’t passed out. That might have been the reason for her being in such a good mood, but it wasn’t the entire reason. Since I had no idea what the real reason was, I said to her, “Obviously, you had a good time for yourself.” All she did was kiss me on my forehead and told me she was proud of the way I was handling things.

As I finished my breakfast she sat down with me and tried to pry from me all the particulars of how it came about that I was now producing milk. It was the oddest conversation of my life, but it was also pretty cool because she wasn’t put off by it. She told me all about what it was like when she was nursing me and how when it was for the sake of feeding a baby how it really didn’t hold any sexual feelings to it. I told her some of the things I had been going through since they got me producing a couple of days earlier. She pointed out that it was clear that as soon as I had agreed to let Alison start suckling me, my training had begun.

Somehow Lynn came up and when I told mom that she was coming back for a weeks’ visit the next day, she told me she already knew. Then the topic turned to how I was handling my new situation. She reminded me that it was really important to keep insisting that Alison and Lynn, keep everything quiet. She explained that there was sort of an inner circle of people that would know, such as herself and the boys I had blown two nights earlier, but I had to steadily reinforce my desire for secrecy. I confided in her that I realized fully the harm she could do to me if she didn’t keep it quiet. I started to ask her about how she had handled Bess when she was going through her trials. She explained how after a short time things sort of turned around a little and she had needed her just as much as she had become use to her training.

That word, “training”, made me ask why Alison was saying it so much. She mused that it probably had something to do with her need to feel in control. I asked her what kind of training Bess had put her through and she blushed pretty heavily. I kept working on the point until she finally admitted that it seemed to be that Bess got off most on putting her into embarrassing positions. It involved doing things in the open to risk getting caught, making her feel and accept feeling like property, and some things with both girls and boys. She even confided to me that she had to “do” an older guy right out in the open one time at the back of their school, completely naked before Bess would give her back her clothes. I asked her what she meant by “do” and she finally eluded to having given him a blowjob.

That reminded me of what she had told me about swallowing and I asker her when she started doing that. At first she got really embarrassed, but after a great deal of prodding and reminding her of what she had so recently learned about me, she finally told me. It seemed like Bess had tried to force her to do it for a few different guys on different occasions, but she found it just too impossible. Finally, Bess introduced her to three guys that had told her that she didn’t have to swallow for them, but that she had to collect their stuff in a baggie. After she had finished the three guys, they all held her down, cut off the corner of the baggie, and stuck it in her mouth. She told me how she fought to keep from having to do it, but it ended up that Bess squeezed out all their juice into her mouth like a frosting cone. After she had it all in her mouth, she held one hand over her mouth and rubbed her throat with the other until mom had no choice but to swallow it all. She described it as the nastiest, gooey mess she ever could have imagined.

I couldn’t believe mom and I were talking about all this perverse stuff so easily, but it was like she was my girlfriend all of a sudden. I guess knowing that she had gone through the same thing made it seem so much easier for me to accept. I even asked her if she thought I should keep to my guns and refuse swallowing for boys if it came up again. After a long pause for thought, she finally said that eventually Alison would probably insist that I do it, just for the humiliation aspect of it. But she also told me that if I wanted to have a little counter-control of Alison that I should put it off as long as I could. She told me that she saw I was willing to accept my new position, so I might as well get the wildest feelings of my life while I could. She also pointed out that now would be the best time to lay down hard and fast rules.

Mom went on to explain that if Alison really wanted to be my keeper, that she would be willing now to a couple of my rules as long as I stuck to them. She even told me her rules were that she couldn’t be forced into fucking any guy (fear of pregnancy) or be physically hurt in any way. She added that she would probably only agree to two or three requests like that, so I should think them out first. I could tell mom was getting weirded out with our conversation now and was about to leave, so I asked her to answer one final question.

“Mom… what kinds of other things do you think she might want from me? You know she’s talking to Bess now and she’s probably giving her an earful.”

I could see she really didn’t want to answer that because it would mean revealing to me all the humiliation she suffered through at Bess’ hands. But she slowly started to think of the things she had been forced to endure at my age.

“Don’t think about if she’ll want to make you do things for boys again. It’ll be more like what she’ll want you to do for them. There will be more boys involved. And even… perhaps an older man or two.”

I could see her struggling to find the words to keep going.

“At some point she’ll think you’ve learned enough to make you learn how to deep throat a guy. She’ll probably start thinking of you as a party favor of sorts to take along with her for her amusement. Just be careful and go slow honey.”

Now she was getting me scared, but also a little turned on.

She continued on slowly. “She’ll probably consider handing you over to other girls as your biggest and most humiliating job to perform. Please don’t tell her because I don’t think she knows, but Bess blindfolded me one time and I was forced to… you know, to her sister; Alison’s mother. I found out later by accident and she never mentioned it to me.”

“In the end Jackie, I grew to accept and even sort of like what was happening to me. The other night when I dropped you off I sort of had an idea what might happen to you. As much as I wanted to tell you, I knew you had just had at least two lesbian encounters and you didn’t seem violated with that, so I knew you had to find out for yourself. Like I said, if it’s too much for you, I’ll help you stop it as much as I can.”

I looked her in the eye and told her, “You made me into a strong and open minded girl. As long as she keeps quiet and doesn’t hurt me… I just don’t want to lose her friendship, as weird as that sounds.”

“I know what you mean honey. I look back at what Bess did to me as the biggest lifes’ lesson I ever had, and as embarrassing as it was then, I lived through it and think about it all the time. I got something from it myself, though I was always careful never to let her know.”

“What do you mean? Why didn’t you want her to know how you felt about it?”

Again she was trying to think of the least embarrassing way to put it. “In the back of my mind, I think I liked having the strange sex and things she did to me. I learned so much and had all the sex I wanted, and she became, strangely enough, the one girl I knew would stick by me and protect me no matter what. And the reason I didn’t let her know, that no matter how willing I might have been to do something she asked of me, I always made her force me to do it? You see, what she got from it was mostly the high from our secret, her control over me, and the humiliation of me. If she knew I was getting use to anything or even if I liked it, her fun wouldn’t have been there. That sort of made it a symbiotic relationship.”

I thought for a moment and then asked, “So if I want to keep letting her have her way… I should keep fighting her some?”

“If you consider it harmless and fun dear… yeah. Never give in too quickly, and always be ready for anything. Just please, think… and stay safe.”

“I love you, mom. Am I really as much as a freak as I think I am?”

“I love you too sweetie, and no, you aren’t a freak. This is just one of those freakish paths that some people have to walk. It doesn’t mean you’re a freak for letting it happen, you’re really… just… a willing victim in all of it.”

I had one last question, two sort of, that just had to be asked. “If you had to do it all over again, would you? And what if she came back today, would you let her do it to you again?”

She bit her lip and I knew the answer right off. Finally, she nodded her head and said, “But I don’t know if I would let her start again. I’m pretty grown up to allow someone to blackmail me today.”

Those words were soon going to be eaten.

When Alison was late for my second milking, I almost thought about asking mom if she would do it for me; just by hand that is. Instead I did it myself and as I sprayed my milk into the bathtub I grew so fascinated over what I had forced my body to do. I squirted some milk into my hand and saw it was much cloudier now and looked much more like real milk. As always, I snuck a taste of it and wondered what such a bland taste held for Alison and Lynn. I figured it probably had more to do with what they got to do to make it flow rather than anything to do with the taste. While I finished milking myself, I began thinking about what might happen when Lynn got back the next day. I was falling in love with that girls body and soul. She could talk me into doing anything. As I thought about her mounting my face, one hand continued milking myself and the other went to my crotch. I was soon inside of my shorts frigging away like crazy. When I finally got myself off, I spurted my milk as far as I could and I thought about how this must be what a guy feels like when he ejaculates. And then I remembered something she had said and figured I’d surprise her, and Alison, by shaving myself bald.

I grabbed a razor and proceeded to sit on the toilet and clean my bush totally off. I wiped away the excess lather when I was done and was marveling over my new “little girl” look just as mom came into the bathroom to bring in new towels. I hunched over to try to hide from her what I had just done, but it was obvious to her. All she said before quickly leaving was, “Put some lotion on that now.”

I wondered for the rest of the day just what evil little thing Alison would dream up for me today. I was quickly becoming aware of the fact that some sort of event would probably happen every day. I knew Alison always seemed to be talking about sex, so now that I was becoming her bitch, as she put it, I knew the talks were becoming reality. I actually really liked the fact that she always talked about sex before all this started because it made me tingle in a secret way that gave me so much to masturbate over. Now I was wondering what my next real-life adventure might give me to masturbate about.

It was getting pretty late in the day and I was wondering if Alison was giving me a break. After an hour of wondering if she was coming by at all, I caught myself pacing around the house and looking out the window for her. I realized it when I caught mom eyeing me as if with pity in her eyes. Now it was my turn to bite my lip at being caught. But I had to wonder what she had caught me doing; was I worried over what my tormentor was up to, or worried that she wasn’t going to come by to make me please her? So, what was I to her now?

I went to the fridge for a soda and saw two new six packs of beer along with the last four cans from the night before. I stared at them and wondered if Alison had told her to buy them, or if it had been her idea. I looked at mom and without even having to ask, she explained them to me.

“After our talk this morning, I thought that maybe we should keep a little on hand. You can hide them if you want.”

I thought about doing just that, but I was learning very quickly that mom was really looking out for me; despite how she only chose to watch as the girls all but raped me two nights ago.

“It doesn’t look like your girlfriend is coming by tonight. You can have one if you’d like.”

Once again I was putting my trust in mom and decided that her offer was more of a suggestion than an offer. I took one and offered her one as well. As I sat at the table sipping at the bitter malt, I started to wonder if mom would like it if I chose to get drunk and pass out again all on my own. I felt like such a pervert wondering if mom wanted to have at me, and perhaps worse, if I wanted her to molest me as I slept.

I found myself locking eyes with mom and we were both wondering what the other was thinking. And then we both jumped as the kitchen door opened instantly and Alison was standing there. She saw us drinking our beers and put such a grin on her face. She came over to me and kissed me, then went to my mom and kissed her. This time it wasn’t just on the cheek, she frenched her. Mom looked so violated knowing that I had seen my greatly younger friend having just kissed my mother so passionately. Alison came back behind my chair and started massaging my tits over my top and kissing the nape of my neck. I couldn’t take my eyes off mom as she watched me getting pleasantly violated. When I told Alison to stop because she was making me leak, she reached down and pulled on the bottom of my shirt to pull it over my head.

She continued making out with me despite my own non-involvement for a couple of minutes. Then she stood back and I heard her taking off her clothes right there in the kitchen. I was too scared to turn around or ask her what she had in mind. Besides, I knew I would surely know in only moments.

Alison pushed her way around me and sat on my lap to play with my nipples. She turned to mom and told her, “You know, you’re going to have to start helping out around here. When I can’t make it by to milk our little cow, you’re going to have to do it. If she dries up, I won’t be very happy.”

Mom started to protest her newly assigned duty, but thought better of provoking her. There was something about the way those two were looking at each other that was strange, but I couldn’t figure it out. Then Alison grabbed a fresh beer from the fridge and came around behind me again. She held the opened can to my mouth and told me to chug it as she tipped it up. I kept trying to pull away to get a breath, but Alison didn’t like that. She harshly criticized mom for not helping her out. And knowing what she meant and not liking the tone of her voice, she quickly stood to help hold me still as she force-fed me the entire can. I pretty much guessed that I would be headed for my bedroom very soon and restrained again. Mom was probably very incorrectly assuming the same thing.

When the can was emptied, Alison grabbed my arm and dragged me to the living room. I felt odd as she left me standing just inside the door being topless and all. She went over to the couch and sat in the middle of it. Mom, not knowing what to do had come and stood beside me.

Alison grabbed her own pussy in both hands and started playing with herself as we both were mesmerized by her actions. Then she said, “You know, I could sure use a couple of lips right here”, and pointed to her clit.

I knew what she wanted, I thought, and started forward. When I got to her, I was about to go to my knees when Alison grabbed my arm and swung me around to sit next to her. She looked at me and said, “Not you honey.”

When she looked back at mom I saw mom looking very bashful and guilty. All she said was, “No.” Alison very solidly said, “Yes!”

Mom kept glancing between me and Alison and finally said, “Isn’t that something your girlfriend should be doing?”

I found it hard to believe that she was so willing to offer me up to eat her out, especially when Alison put on such a quirky little smile. You can imagine what I was thinking after a quick back and forth between them I heard mom say, “Use your bitch, not me.”

It was so hard to fathom my mom referring to me as a bitch, despite that her tone was making it clearly sound as my being her sex slave. When mom saw she was clearly in for a problem with Alison, she slowly walked over to the couch, glanced at me, and went to her knees. Alison had won and I thought I was about to watch my mom suck on my friend’s cunt for the first time. I was half wrong!

After mom leaned forward and Alison moved her hands, she started to softly lick at her mons. I shouldn’t have been shocked really, but I was when Alison said, “No,no. Do it like you did this morning.”

I already had a buzz and didn’t put it together on my own, but as mom started to lick her deeply between her lips, Alison told me what had gone on when I went to the school this morning. I saw my mom trying to hide her eyes from me over the embarrassment of me finding out what Alison had gotten her to do for her. It was the most bazaar sight as I watched her suck on Alison’s clit and made her push herself back against the couch as she shook with the excitement of having reaped my mother as her second conquest.

I watched Alison’s face with her eyes tightly closed and such a defiantly confident smile. I was starting to understand the whole situation so much better as I watched it unfolding with my mom, instead of playing out with me. I could easily see it from both sides now. There was my moms’ side where if she really didn’t want to get involved, she could have stopped it this morning. But since she hadn’t, it became obvious that she had wanted to be in my place when she saw what Alison and Lynn had done to me. It was probably what had happened in her past with Alison’s Aunt that made it so easy for her to fall into line. But after the talks we had today I understood that the very embarrassment she was going through at the moment of eating her daughter’s best friends’ pussy must be making her just as horny and wet as I was getting myself from watching her being humiliated.

The only way I could think of making what was going on for her any more exciting would be to berate her as she did her chore. I was very reluctant to say what I was about to, but I felt I had to just to show her I understood what she was going through.

“So mom, who’s the bitch now?”

My mom tried to instantly snap her head back, but Alison caught her in her hands first and yanked her mouth back to her. I felt bad as soon as I said that, so to try to show her what I had meant by it, I knelt down beside her and rubbed her back.

I took another look at Alison’s smug look and understood her side of this arrangement just as well. It was the power of controlling my mother right in front of me that she was feeding off of, and just as I thought about that, she opened her eyes to stare at me. Her look was telling me how much she was relishing the moment. She looked so very mean despite how sweet I knew her to be. It was her crazed lust for sex that was driving her to torment mom and I was sure it would be my turn soon enough.

Alison started humping her hips against my mothers’ lips in anticipation of her first orgasm. I heard mom moaning a low growl as she hastened her effort to get her off. I leaned in just inches from her face and whispered, “Do it mommy. Make her cum and scream.” I saw her quick reaction to that special word that most embarrassed her and repeated it. “Come on mommy, show me how to do it.”

It was definitely the word mommy that meant the most to her and she grabbed Alison’s legs so roughly that her knuckles were turning white. Then I watched as she hoisted Alison’s legs into the air as she drove her tongue into her as deeply as she could. Alison began to whimper until finally she screamed out that she was cumming. My mom didn’t let up on her though and continued going between her hole and biting at her clit until Alison was screaming for her to stop. The next thing I saw was Alison bolting upright and holding my mothers head into her lips as her body heaved in orgasmic wave after wave. When mom could tell that she had nothing left, she allowed her legs back to the floor.

Alison must have really liked what my mom had done to her, because she didn’t even get that responsive to what I had done for her. And I didn’t get the enthused pleas of thanks that she was giving my mom.

I got off the floor and sat back next to Alison, and mom got to her feet. She flashed a very conscientious look of guilt my way and wanted to say something to me, but I knew that would come later when we were alone. Alison looked at the clock and told the two of us that we had perfect timing. Mom and I looked at each other quite puzzled as Alison retrieved her clothes and got dressed.

Alison opened the front door and looked out, and we continued looking on in wonderment. She shut the door and pulled a folded piece of paper from her pocket. As she unfolded it, she began asking me if I ever thought my mom would molest me. I lied and said ‘no’, but then she handed me the paper. It was a picture she had taken of me the night before that she printed out on her PC. Mom was between my legs on my bed and was holding my legs in the air much as she had just done for Alison. It was clear I was passed out, at least to me, and mom was really into it. I reluctantly handed her the picture for her to see herself. I could tell by the angle of the picture that Alison must have taken it from the hallway and that mom probably didn’t know it. When I handed it to her, her expression confirmed that she hadn’t known about it.

“I’m so sorry honey. I don’t know what to say. I’m so ashamed of myself. I had no idea she was there.”

I shrugged my shoulders and said, “What I don’t know…”

There was a weak knock at the door and mom went to answer it. I heard her ask who they were but didn’t hear an answer. Then mom came in with two boys behind her. I covered my boobs with my arms and looked for my top. I couldn’t see who they were as mom said they were there to see me. Then I really started freaking out. It was the boys from the other night, Frank and Hoyt. I asked what the hell they were doing at my house and instantly knew the answer myself. My shirt leapt out of my mind instantly. I turned to see Alison sporting a very large grin. She told me to introduce my friends to my mother.

“Mom, this is Frank and Hoyt. They’re the boys… from the other night.”

I could see from their expressions that they weren’t afraid of my mother knowing about them. That really bothered me.

“Well mom, let’s go to Jackie’s room and talk a little.” Mom took Alison by the hand and marched her back to the hallway, and loud enough for all of us to more or less hear, she berated her for bringing them by at this time. I heard Alison telling her to calm down and that things could be worse. I went to try to hear what was being said as their voices calmed down. I heard Alison telling mom that they didn’t know about the picture or anything else about her, yet. I felt so horrible for mom. It was obviously going to be her initiation night as Alison laid out her blackmail material. Then I heard my mom say she refused to do something because they were so young and it was so immoral. Alison said, “More immoral than the picture?”

I watched as the two of them came back to the kitchen where we were and mom looked like a whipped puppy. Then Alison got all of us to follow her to my bedroom. As soon as we got there, she told the boys to shuck their clothes. At first they hesitated until Alison yelled at them for not being men enough to please a real woman. Putting them down was the impetus they needed to strip in front of my mother. I saw she was trying to keep from looking at them. Alison asked her what she thought about their hardware.

It was plain to see that Hoyt already had a boner, but Frank must have been very nervous, because he was barely hard. Alison had them sit on the bed and told my mother to get started. She shook her head and looked towards the floor. Alison gave her that snotty little blackmailing voice and asked her if she’d seen any good pictures lately. Mom knew exactly what she meant and slowly asked, “Which one?”

Mom looked at me and pleaded for me to control my friend, but I was less powerful in that respect than she was. Alison was trying to make up her mind, but then told mom to pick. She finally took a good look at both boys and went to Hoyt. I found out later she chose him because he was already hard and ready for her. She even would tell me that she knew Frank would harden quickly after watching his friend getting sucked off.

Once again I watched my mom go to her knees between a pair of legs, but this time it was to suck off Hoyt. As she started, I noticed he wasn’t nearly as aggressive with her as he had been with me. Watching my moms’ head bobbing up and down on his prick was repulsive at first, until I saw how erotic it actually looked. Hoyt was definitely in heaven as she sucked him off and finally took a hold of her head. He must have felt out of place because he pulled his hands off her as if it had been a mistake. I was mesmerized when I saw mom reach her hands back to his arms to place them on her head again. She was telling him it was okay, even natural, to hold her head in place for himself.

The effort she put into bobbing her head showed she really liked sucking cock. I wondered when her last blowjob might have been, and then very perversely was happy that she was getting to give one now. Frank was now rubbing his own cock as he watched his friend get the blowjob of a lifetime. His cock was just as hard now as it had been the other night.

Alison interrupted the silence, except for the smacking of my mothers lips, to tell me to pay good attention to how a real slut sucked cock because Frank was going to get to use me next. I was kind of putting that together already. I felt ashamed when Frank started eyeing me and my tits which were leaking like crazy now. I was fascinated that he would be making the gentle jerking motion on his cock that he was in front of three girls. But I would soon learn that once a guy is turned on, there’s no turning back.

Then I watched in total rapture as Hoyt stood up from the bed, guiding my mothers’ head and started accentuating his hip motions as if he was trying to bore a hole into the back of her mouth. Mom grasped the side of his hips and her head kept getting knocked backwards with every thrust. And then as if in a hypnotic trance, I watched her sort of hand her mouth over to Hoyt for him to finish himself off. Every thrust forward I could see his entire cock disappear into her mouth until her nose was buried into his pubic hair. I had only been able to take half of him at the most.

Hoyt started groaning and slowed his humping motion to a stop, and mom murmured sort of a cooing sound. Suddenly it occurred to me that he was cumming in her mouth at this very moment and she was holding still for him as he relieved himself in her. My cunt was tingling with the knowledge of how nasty of a thing my mother was doing right in front of all of us. Alison was clearly beside herself as she watched my mothers’ throat muscles moving in a swallowing motion. And just as I began to wonder how long my mom could hold her breath as he finished with her, she tugged away from him with the sloppiest sound I ever heard from a mouth. But instead of spitting to the floor as I had, I watched as she gulped several times and fought to catch her breath. And within seconds she went back to his cock and seemed to be trying to swallow it as well. This time when she pulled away I watched her look up into his eyes as if to thank him while her tongue swirled around the shaft of his softening cock to clean it off.

I was feeling a little sick knowing that Alison was seeing my mom obviously go all the way. She was setting a very bad precedent for me to follow and sure enough, Frank started motioning me over to where he was still sitting on the edge of the bed. I was wondering why mom would have seemingly swallowed that boys cum so easily. She must have known what was in store for me now and she knew I couldn’t do that.

The boys were high-fiving each other and demeaning us as their cum receptacles even as I was moving over to Frank. Alison was looking very pleased with me for going to Frank without her having to order me. I stood between his wide open legs and he became impatient with me causing him to pull down on my shoulders to get me to my knees. As I passed his face I warned him I wasn’t going all the way as my mother had. Alison and Frank both chimed in unison that I was indeed going to go all the way. And that’s when I got the strangest urge ever.

I truly didn’t want to swallow cum, and hardly even wanted to give this once-met stranger a second blowjob, but there was something I suddenly realized I did want. I wanted him to try forcing me to do as he wanted. I had an overwhelming urge for him to use me like a brain dead whore, and to make me into his bitch if only for the moment. That’s when I remembered the talk with mom earlier and decided to become very reluctant. And as I displayed my reluctance to start his blowjob until he promised not to try to make me swallow his cum, I saw what mom and I had talked about in Alison’s eyes. She was thrilled with my disgust and her eyes went wild wanting to humiliate me by forcing me to do exactly the thing I didn’t want to do. She barked orders at Frank to get me started.

I glanced toward mom, now standing beside me with a look of pity again. She knew I was having trouble doing this, but I think her eyes also revealed the same look she had in her eyes the night she dropped me off at Frank’s house. In a way she wanted me to live through this on my own and understood that soon I would look back on these moments in a very different way. It was almost as if she was watching me get fucked for the first time. And that seemed so strange to me because as much as I had fucked around with making out and sucking on boys, I was still a virgin.

Remembering that my reluctance was enthralling to everyone else, except maybe Frank, I continued refusing to open my mouth. Mom kneeled beside me and said, “Go ahead baby, it’s not all that bad. Just open your mouth for your guy.”

I understood she was playing the same game I had earlier when I called her mommy. She wrapped her arm around me as Frank grabbed the back of my head in one hand, and wiped his hardon across my lips trying to get me to open my mouth. She understood the game so much better than I did, so I really wasn’t too surprised when she started to help Frank manage me just as she helped Alison force feed me the beers. She reached around my head with one hand and put her fingers on either side of my lips to pull them open for the cock before me. She was almost whispering to me to let him use my mouth because he needed my help so badly.

“Come on baby, open your mouth for him. He needs your mouth so bad. Look at how hard he is and it’ll only take you a couple of minutes to make him happy.”

She was really prying my lips apart to help him get started. I finally lost to her insistence and found my mouth getting pierced by Frank. Everyone seemed so jubilant as Frank started humping himself into my mouth and mom kept her fingers close to my face so if I decided to pull away. I felt her push her own chest into my back and realized she wanted me to fight his efforts for my roles’ sake. Maybe even for her to thrill at. So when he pulled back a little, I jerked my head back and off him.

Mom instantly seemed to join Alison’s side and I could feel her digging in behind me to get a better grip on me. Again her fingers went to my mouth and forced my lips apart. She held them open several seconds before he managed to get his cock back in place and even left them in my mouth a little until he got a rhythm going with me. And again she added to my humility.

“Just do it baby. He needs his bitch. It’ll only take him a few minutes.”

For the first time in the last several days I was becoming so wet in my own crotch that it felt like I had pissed myself. It was indeed the forced nature of all this that my body was craving and I wondered just how sick of a person that made me. It seemed as if everyone was telling the “bitch” to work him off and to do a better job. My own mother was still pushed against my back holding my body in place and Franks’ hands were gripping my hair so I couldn’t get away again. Moms’ fingers were resting slightly against my cheeks as if she were feeling his cock going back and forth against them. Her nasty little words kept me leaking from both my own pussy as well as making my milk flow.

It seemed that Alison and my mom were both feeding off the tormented look on my face at being forcibly sodomized. And when it was obvious to mom that Frank was taking more precise strokes into me she started taunting me in the very way we had talked about that would be turning Alison on the most. She knew I had absolutely no desire to swallow this boys’ cum and she used that fear to heighten the event for me.

“He’s getting ready to feed you baby, isn’t that good. Just swallow when he starts cumming.” Then she whispered into my ear soft enough so only I could hear. “Do it for your girlfriend.” I shook my head as much as I could. Then, “Do it for mommy, baby. Just do it for me.”

I was dissenting verbally through moaning my disgust, but I was quite aware that my moaning could be misinterpreted. Having gone through two complete blowjobs just two nights earlier I could tell he was very close to cumming. And when I did feel his first spurt, I tried to scream my dissent, but it came out little more than a gurgling muffle. It seemed to turn on both Alison and my mother as my face twisted into a picture of torment. My mother slid her fingers forward off my cheeks to pry open my lips again. While I felt his cum welling up at the back of my throat, I felt my own body shuddering with a small orgasm. Mom had to know that most of his cum was draining from my mouth as she held it pried open for him to finish relieving himself in me like my mouth was a toilet bowl. He was saying something about how much I had improved in just two days and how he couldn’t wait until the next shot he had at me. When he was done with me, he stepped back and fell onto my bed.

Alison was mad at mom for not succeeding in making me swallow Frank’s cum and chastised her. She told her that one of us had to swallow it now. Mom wiped a finger into the gooey mess on my chin and held it to my lips. When she saw I couldn’t possibly let her put it in my mouth, she wiped her finger into her own mouth. She then half spun around me and began licking every spot off my chin and neck, and then right down my chest. It was so hard to believe she, or anyone could do that.

Alison told the boys that it was time for them to pay up and within seconds they each held out a single dollar bill for us. Mom and I looked at each other incredulous over the fact that Alison had sold both of us to the boys, and for as little as a dollar each. We would talk about that amount the next day and she’d explain that the amount was on purpose. It was to demean us even more. We were nearly paralyzed as we each took our dollars from our respective “clients”. We crumbled the bills in our hands and then Frank helped me to my feet. I thought he was trying to become a gentleman again, but he was really only getting me into position for the second part of their payment. They were supposed to do my last milking of the day.

They each went for a nipple as I looked at my mom’s awed face. I didn’t really equate us sucking their cocks as equal to them draining my milk for me, but I certainly had no say in anything. They were fairly proficient at nursing me, but Hoyt didn’t seem to like the taste of my milk and was letting it spill from his mouth and down my chest. When I told Alison that I was near empty, she forcefully reminded the guys about the secrecy rule and she had better never hear a word about what had happened tonight. It turned out that she was sort of blackmailing them as well. She had made sure that the word ‘rape’ would come up a lot if anything got out. They convinced her that the free sex was certainly worth their silence.

As soon as the boys were gone, Alison said she had to get home soon. She told my mom to get me another beer. I figured it was time for them to try to make me pass out again. When she came back, Alison told her to get me on the floor and feed me the beer herself. I saw her hesitating at wanting to do that to me on her own and I decided that since she had seemed to enjoy engaging me earlier, I wasn’t going to make the rest of the night go too easy for her now either. She gave the opened beer to Alison to hold and began to wrestle me to the floor. Alison gave her back the beer after pinning me to the floor and she leaned over me demanding me to open my mouth. I knew it would be very sticky, cold, and messy if I didn’t, so I opened my mouth. She held the beer to my mouth and tipped my head to receive the beer. She never took the can from my mouth until it was empty. It was almost as if she knew exactly how fast I could manage to swallow. When it was done she asked if she should get another beer and Alison smiled and shook her head. Instead she told her to strip off my skirt and panties and to tie me to the bed again. Alison went nuts when she saw I had shaven my pussy bald and couldn’t keep from telling my mother that I did it because I had such a bad case of the hots for Lynn.

I didn’t give her too much trouble, but Alison wanted things a little different this time. I was tied to all four corner posts with my head right at the bottom edge of the mattress. I didn’t know what advantage that might provide either of them to abuse me, but it was going to turn out to be a very wild thing.

Alison stripped off her shorts and panties again, backed her ass to the top of my head, and then lifted one leg as she sat back onto my mouth. She rubbed herself against my face a little as she told my mom that this was why my head was like it was. Mom was nearly entranced at watching Alison feeding me her pussy. Just as I was starting to get into licking her, she pulled off me and got dressed again. I was wondering what she was planning.

She had my mother sit on one side of my head and she sat on the other. Alison asked me if I had remembered anything that mom had done to me the past two nights and I shook my head.

“Does sweet little Jackie want mommy to make love to her? Maybe it’s time you suck on mommies’ pussy for a change, huh?”

I shook my head, especially at the thought of my moms’ crotch in my face. Alison spent several minutes taunting me with what my own mother was going to do to me. Then she turned to mom and told her what was expected of her.

“Well mommy, she’s all tied down for you and waiting to taste you. Have fun now… and that’s an order.”

She strutted out of the room and my mom followed her to lock up for the night. While she was gone I sort of figured that she would release me when she got back and we would talk about what had happened to the two of us. But instead she had two beers with her and sat next to my head. I asked her to untie me and she simply said, “Not yet!”

She started drinking the first beer really fast. I’d never seen my mother chug a beer before. Between swigs she rested her free hand on my face and brushed her fingers through my hair. She finished the first beer and started on the second. I was asking her what she had in mind and instead of saying anything, she just rubbed my face and worked on the beer. I started to understand that she wasn’t going to release me and she was trying to get tipsy enough to make love to her own daughter. The thought of that and all we had just gone through together was somewhat intoxicating. I was starting to like the idea of this woman I loved so much, molesting me.

She asked me what I had thought of her because of the events of the night. All I could say was, “We’ll live!” She also wanted to know what I thought of her helping to force me into sucking off Frank. I responded with, “We‘ll live!”, again. I think she understood what I was trying to say to her. She stared at me as the booze started having it’s effect on her. Then she held the beer to my mouth and held my head up a little. I drank as fast as I could, knowing she wanted me at least a little more woozy. I drained the beer for her and then she went for one last beer that we each worked to drain.

I couldn’t believe what my mind told me she was preparing me for. I finally asked her to let me go now. She leaned over me to give me a kiss on the lips. I turned my head quickly to avoid her lips. She pulled back in wonderment that my mood would change so fast. I knew she needed to know what I was thinking, so I said, “What do you think, I’m going to make this easy for you?”

She had to think for a moment to understand what I was saying. Then she grabbed my jaw and forced a kiss on me. I muffled many “no’s” to her through clenched lips until she forced her tongue into my mouth. The beer was starting to really kick in on me now, but I knew I wasn’t nearly as soused as the past two nights. My mom must have stared at me for minutes before she pushed two fingers into my mouth and just rubbed them around feeling my teeth and cheeks.

“You really do have a pretty mouth. I got so hot when I pried your lips open for that boy.” She stared a while longer and said, “I’m so sorry honey, but after watching what Alison did to you… I’m so sorry. I just hope you don’t hate me for this.”

She stood up and slowly started to take off her clothes. All the time she talked about how she never knew what it had been like to be in Bess’ shoes until she had helped Alison control me tonight. By the time she was down to her panties she was talking about how fucking hot she was for me and how she needed relief. She sat back down by my head and leaned her left breast to my mouth. I wasn’t about to take it easily, so she reached down and began pinching the inside of my thigh. It hurt really bad before I opened and sucked on her nipple. Every time my tongue stopped moving, she would resume pinching me. She bent down and gave me one last kiss. Then she said, “Sorry sweetheart, but I have to have a bitch right now. Please mommy like a good little girl.”

I told her I wasn’t her bitch and made it quite obvious to her that the game was on. She did as Alison had done before leaving and backed over my face, and squashed her matted hair over my mouth. It was very obvious to me that she had been dripping wet for some time. She had gotten hot for me and now was just drunk enough to show me her darker side. She rubbed her crack over my lips and told me what she wanted. After a minute she covered my mouth with her pussy lips and demanded that I lick her insides. When I didn’t start, she pinched my nose shut so I couldn’t breathe. I quickly started to lap at her as instructed.

Never in my life would I have ever believed my mother would rape me, even as much as I wanted her to continue. While she rubbed herself on me, she talked about all the things she had found so hot. It turned out she really loved having to suck Hoyt’s cock. Almost as much as she loved forcing me to do Frank. When she saw my eyes glazing over from the lust of her words, she delved into what might be next for me. She was mesmerized as she said she wanted to be there to see me get my first fucking. Almost as much she wanted to watch me as Alison would force me to take a boys cock into my throat for the first time. She described the fear and thrill of the first time a cock made it’s way into a girls’ throat. Then she changed her mind and said how she wanted to be the one that forced me to learn to deep throat a man, not a boy’s little prick.

She leaned forward and demanded me to nibble at her clit and tease it with my tongue. She was giving me hints on how to be a better cunt lapper. And I was surprised at the number of times she referred to me as her bitch.

Mom continued rubbing herself against my face while she told me about how hot she got trying to make me swallow Franks’ cum. She talked about how awesome my facial expressions were and the sounds that emanated from my throat. Her apology for helping was somewhat voided when she told me that even though she knew I wasn’t ready to swallow yet, that she was hoping to be there when I was finally forced to take my first load. She added that she hoped that it was even her that got me to do it.

I felt moms’ bottom quivering on my mouth as I struggled to lap through her cunt lips and to hit her clit as it rubbed it’s way past my eyes. And then she started holding my head hard to her pussy while she had her first orgasm, with me providing the stimulation. She barely had the coordination to lift one leg over my head to dismount my face. She then got on the bed and half laid her body on mine. She began feeling me up all over and simply making out with me just as the boys in my past had done. I continued turning my head around while she was trying to kiss me and telling her to leave me alone. I was sure she understood how my faint pleas were only for show.

I felt her fingers rubbing over my mons and lips, gently pushing into me. Her thumb was working my clit and as she fingered me she got me to admit to masturbating in the shower all the time. She got me to tell her several things I had done with boys and even how I had lost my cherry as I tried masturbating with a carrot years earlier. She was leaning on one elbow as she watched her fingers tracing across my baldness. When she couldn’t wait to have at me any longer, she crawled between my legs.

Instantly she lapped at my smooth skin and all around my little bump to spur me on. But when she tried to insert her tongue between my labia, I bent my hips down, making it nearly impossible for her to get very far. That’s when she stopped and began to untie my ankles. As soon as she had my second leg undone, I thrashed my legs around. I wasn’t going to make this easy for her. She was going to get the thrill of her life forcing me to hold my legs still so she could eat me out. This time she wasn’t going to have the convenience of my being passed out.

Mom took me to task and quickly grabbed an ankle in each hand. At first she just held my legs in a spread position, then hoisted them into the air, and then back to touch the sides of my head. It almost looked like she was trying to see how pliable I was, and then relaxed their height a little. My cunt hole was right in her face and an impossible target to miss. The look of lust for me that she had on her face as she leaned forward to lap at me again was wild. My squirming around only gave her the reason she needed to forcefully control me. And then it was my turn to learn why Alison wanted me to experience my mother’s tongue so much.

Mom started by lapping over each of my lips individually. She took long, slow strokes and reveled in my smoothed skin. She bit at each fold like a puppy with it’s mothers’ ear. She was forcing me into a state of heat that made me curl my wrists as far as the scarves would allow them. At one point I suddenly jerked from her grip because I couldn’t take the sensations any longer. She got mad and forced me back into position. I saw her lust and made her place me a second time. She went at me so ravenously after that that I did it one more time. She got really mad, as mad as she could get at her sex partner, and sat up on her knees beside me. With one arm she held my legs over my face, and with the other she swatted my ass cheeks as hard as I ever thought a spanking could be. I screamed out in pain and instantly tears came to my eyes.

I could see she had over estimated her strength, but as much as it had hurt, I became defiant again. My ass tingling as it was, strangely enough made me crave another slap. At first mom wasn’t going to hit me again, until after I defied two demands to hold still for her. She got the hint, held my legs back over my face again, and slapped me again. Not as hard this time, but resounding none the less. She watched for my expression and I guess she figured I needed (wanted) more, and gave me several hard slaps until my tears and sobbing were fluent.

Having corrected my behavior, she went back at my pussy with such a commanding zest that I twitched none stop until she got me to have a massive orgasm. She had made my bottom jump around in such a violently uncontrolled climax that she figured I had had enough. She let my legs down to the bed again and laid on top of me. Several times she tried to kiss me until she had to finally hold my jaw again to get me. And when she said she wanted to sleep just as we were, she started to untie my hands, but I said, “No!”

She looked at me like I was crazy, but when I made her fight for another kiss, she saw what I wanted and left me trussed. Mom forced several more kisses from me and I even frenched her back near the end.

When I woke several hours later mom was still hanging onto my chest as she slept. Her breasts lying half on top of mine were so warm and so much larger than mine. I drifted back to sleep thinking, “It’s not going to kill us… “

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