Mom was up way before me and I had yet another major headache. I stayed in bed remembering the lewd and perverse crap that I had participated in the night before. I spent a lot of time wondering just where all this behavior was leading me, and now my mother. And what about mom?

We have always been really close since she and dad separated, but now things were so turned around I didn’t know what to think about our new roles. I had been turned into a virtual sex slave for Alison and Lynn to abuse as they saw fit, two boys had made it clear that Alison was going to let them have at me whenever she pleased, and mom was a story all in herself. As if it weren’t odd and embarrassing enough that she had found out about what the girls were doing to me, I had found out that Alison’s Aunt Bess had done a very similar thing to her at my age. But then there were the sides of her that came out yesterday. First she was included in my abuse, but then she seemed to relish Alison’s request to take over the reins of my abuse in her absence.

Luckily I was being indoctrinated slowly and alcohol was being applied liberally to me to break down my resistance. I must admit that when all this crap started that is was pretty wild and exciting in a purely innocent way. The bet to see if Alison could make me produce milk was just an adolescent myth we wanted to check out. And the messing around she and I did went along with it all. Even when Lynn got involved it was still just immature exploration of the world of sex. I never would have guessed that Lynn, being the smallest and youngest of the three of us, would have had the most experience.

All these thoughts made me wonder what I was getting myself into considering how far everything had gone in just two weeks. Now mom was involved in my sex life just as heavily as I was, and I was learning way too much about her. I decided that before I rose I had to analyze my position and decide what I was going to do about it.

First, and most importantly, I loved my best friend Alison to no end. And I sure didn’t want to lose her friendship or closeness. I had to decide if instead of being the “equal” friends we had been, if I could tolerate her dominating me whenever we were behind closed doors. The uneven footing wasn’t something I was use to or had grown up being taught. Mom, and even dad when he was around, had always taught me to keep my friends at eye level and as equals to myself. And it seems like I had spent the last few days having to make some horrific choices that usually left me feeling humiliated as others watched me having to do some very embarrassing things. My one consolation was that she had promised to keep the things she had been doing to me secret from the public eye, which certainly made it able to put up with so far.

Next there was Lynn. I hadn’t wanted to think about her much because I knew deep down I had a really weird attraction for her ever since the first time I met her. Even more than Alison, this girl might have the ability to turn me into a lesbian if I hung out with her too much. I loved the feel of her bare skin next to mine and that damned cute, petite body of hers. But even being smaller than me she still had no problem bossing me around once Alison started. That’s when I realized she was coming back today and that I would most likely get to touch her again. But that was just too appealing of a thought to be doing me any good right now. I had to continue my decision making process.

I was saving mom, the most confusing part of this whole equation for last. So that left Frank and Hoyt. I’d only known them for three days and spent almost as much time having sex with them than talking to them. They were fun guys, but their opinion of me was made clear last night that I was little more than a cum receptacle for them. At least they were cute and Alison had made them so fearful of hearing a cry of rape that I knew they wouldn’t tell other guys about what was happening to me. Actually, I had leapt through a thought just yesterday in the shower that Frank might be a possible virginity taker for me.

So that left my mom. What was I to think of her? I remembered at great length and detail her facial expressions as she left me at the boys house that first night. I knew she was genuinely tormented over whether to warn me, or let me be introduced to the same thing she had lived through with Bess. The more we talked about it, the more I was seeing that she sort of missed her time being under Bess’ guidance and grip. I could see a certain twinkle in her eye as she would talk about what she had gone through herself. I knew deep down that not having sex on a regular basis anymore was reminding her of what her youth had been like. But then there was the side of her that I saw last night. She went from being a servant to Alison one minute, to obviously enjoying the hell out of dominating me the next. As disgusting as it should be, my mind kept flashing back to the feel of her fingers probing my mouth to force it open for Frank to use. And the feel of her own tits squished tightly against my back as she held me in place to be sodomized was making me wet just thinking about it.

My choice was becoming very clear. I could put my foot down and demand my freedom to be me treated as an equal, or spiral into the world of letting others dominate me. It occurred to me right then that in a way, allowing myself to be abused as their servant if you will, had a certain power in itself just as mom had said. As much as I valued Alison, she fed off my reactions just as much, and just as intensely. Even last night as mom was molesting me, I had seen her heightened euphoria when I struggled against her advances. It was at this point I remembered a movie scene that had always stuck in my mind. It was a prison movie where a guy was explaining jail life to a new inmate much smaller than himself.

For some reason I had always become very heated thinking about his explanation to the new guy. Like most girls, some of it was just the lustful desire to see one guy having to give a another guy a blowjob. It might be a payback thing for girls, but a fascination none the less. But I think there was something in his words that meant so much more. He told the new guy that the natural order of things in any environment was that absent the normal order of things, the rules of the fittest applied. That meant that the large and powerful controlled and protected the smaller and weak. He had put his arm around the smaller guy and said, “There’s no shame in being traded for a pack of cigarettes, because that makes you worth something. After all, I would be the one paying for you.”

Just yesterday mom was saying something along the same lines. I guess if I could think of us all on the same level in this respect that now all I had to do was think whether or not I liked or disliked what had been going on. I knew I loved anything that got me near Lynn and I feared losing Alison as my best friend just as much. What I knew I hated most was the unknown. What was I going to be humiliated with next? But then I really had to think about each individual incident that had pissed me off. When I was told I had to suck off Frank and Hoyt, I was humiliated beyond belief and wanted to die. I hated the girls for forcing me to go through with that, but by the time I was wiping my face I was feeling more powerful than the girls that had forced me to do it. After all, the boys were fawning over my abilities and talents, not theirs. And when mom was forcing my lips open for Frank, I felt embarrassed enough to cry, yet I found myself wet and even had an orgasm.

My eyes suddenly opened wide and I looked around the room. I realized that the natural order of things in this situation was leaving me the smaller and weak. At that very moment I came to the realization that I really didn’t need to make a choice; I already had. I had taught myself over the last two weeks how to become a submissive and as I had been experimented with by the girls, I had continued each step because I was getting off on my role just as much as they were. We had fallen into mutually agreeable roles; a symbiotic relationship. The only thing left for me, or actually all of us, was to practice our roles as dominant and subservient until they were well honed. I was understanding exactly what my mother had meant now by asserting my rules of secrecy and safety and how being at the beginning of this new world meant this was the only time I would have the ability to do so. It wouldn’t be long at this pace before a real submissive wouldn’t be allowed to have a say in her care.

I came to one last realization; that mom was the most practiced and knowledgeable of all of us, including her old dominant partner, Bess. That was why she could so easily go from one frame of mind last night to the other so quickly. She knew what to do to me because she knew what Bess had done to her that made her ache for her own past to come back to life.

But what about mom? What was her set role in all this. Alison had so easily blackmailed her back into her role as dominated, yet I had reaped the benefit of her controlling me moments later. I think I broke it down that she was sort of in limbo between the two worlds. She could fit in either, and I had certainly seen her enjoying both.

My mind was now clear and all that was left was to practice my role, and enjoy making my dominators work for their pleasure. As for right now, I had to ask mom what she thought.

I hit the bathroom and washed off my chest, a chore I was getting tired of already. I went to the kitchen and found mom reading the paper. She was very chipper again this morning, so I didn’t need to ask her if she had fun last night. So I went right for the juggler.

“So mom, which do you like better? Being ordered around, or do the ordering?”

It worked! She was flabbergasted at the forwardness of my question. But she didn’t stammer or sputter, she just looked shocked and thought about it.

Since she was thinking, I stated my newfound conclusion about myself to try to help her.

“I’ve made my decision, and I want you to know it so you don’t worry about me, but you have to forget it immediately so it doesn’t affect our relationship at all. Okay?”

She nodded her head.

“I’ve decided to see what your world was like with Bess, as degrading and embarrassing as it’s going to be. But as I said last night, I’m not going to make it easy for them, or you. And considering that just about everything is new and seemingly disgusting to me, I won’t have to role play much, will I?”

My mother quickly understood I had thought it out and had made a definite decision. Now she was ready to answer my first question.

“I guess I liked it both ways. I was so embarrassed to do those things in front of you last night, and just as embarrassed to have done those things to you. But I understand now what drove Bess into her continuing role with me. So now that I’ve seen both sides of the issue, I can appreciate both. Does that answer your questions?”

“That’s sort of how I looked at it too.” I paused and decided that I really didn’t want to diminish her pleasure anymore than my own, but I wanted to make it all clear just once from my perspective. “Then I guess when Alison is around, what happens will be up to her. When she’s not, I guess it’s up to you. But when we’re out there in the rest of the world, you’re still going to just be my mother. Right?”

She twisted her face to the side, smiled coyly, and said, “I think I get it.” Then I could see she was trying to over think it, but I knew things would work themselves out, so when she started to ask a question about if I would let her do something, I didn’t want to hear what she had in mind. I told her I had said what I meant and she could figure out the rest for herself. I went back to the bathroom to take a shower. I did catch a glimpse of her as I rounded the corner and saw her in deep thought as to what I had just told her, and on her face was a really big smile. A moment later she was tapping at the door to remind me that Lynn was coming back today. Her voice sounded rather gleeful.

It was almost noon and I had hoped that Alison would have brought Lynn by for my milking by now, but it didn’t look like they were coming. I had done a lot of thinking about my situation since I got up and talked to mom. I had made up my bed and put on something cute in case Lynn did show up. I knew that I was somewhat looking to instill ideas into her pretty little head, and now that I was going to allow things to take their course I wasn’t worrying about dressing down.

Mom came into my room and sat on the bed with me. She too had thought the girls would have been by to see me by now, and told me that she was afraid that Alison was checking out both of our loyalties. I asked her what she meant and her head dropped a little. She reached her hand out and barely touched my tit.

“Do you really think she would be mad if I didn’t get milked?”

Mom didn’t answer, but rather just nodded her head. I decided that this was the last time for a while that I would make things easy for her and started to take off my halter top. Mom watched as my engorged breasts came into view and commented on how they must be so swollen that my nipples hurt. I had forgotten that she knew what that was like, and then nodded my head.

Mom wanted to know how Alison milked me and I told her usually by mouth, but anyway that got it out was fine with me. I told her how I even milked myself into the tub the day before. I asked her if she had tasted it yet and she shook her head, but at the same time she leaned forward and suckled my right nipple. I could feel the almost immediate easing of the tautness before she sat back up and told me how it was palatable, but not her favorite drink. She scurried off to the kitchen to fetch a glass and came back to me.

For several minutes I watched her as she filled the glass almost half full. I hadn’t seen just how much I made before, but I would’ve thought a lot more. When I told her I was about finished, she held up the glass to examine it. I jokingly told her to drink up and I was surprised when she said she would if I would. I finally tilted my head a little, wrinkled up my nose, and said okay.

Mom looked one last time and drank a little over half of it. All she said was, “Warm!”

I took the glass from her and also inspected it for a moment, than swallowed the rest of my milk. Mom told me that she had once been told that a mother that drank her own milk a little would often make more of it. I told her I was producing enough already.

We sat and talked about things for a while and as weird as the topics were, I was so happy that I had someone that knew what I was going through was there to talk with me at all. She wanted to know if I was anxiously awaiting Lynn’s return and I confessed that I was. I asked her if she realized that she might be getting her own taste of Lynn pretty soon and she nodded, but with somewhat of a passionate look on her face.

She laid her hand on my leg and as I was contemplating if she was about to hit on me she instead asked if I thought she should run out and get a little more beer. Even before I had a chance to answer her, she told me that the drinking was a momentary thing to help me through my training. She told me that she couldn’t let it get out of hand. Since I was the only one getting really wasted, she wasn’t too worried yet as long as I didn‘t leave the house. Then she asked me if I wanted to make sure there was some on hand anyway and I told her it would be a welcomed thought. I complained about the headaches I got from it and she told me that was just nature telling me I shouldn’t be drinking.

Mom left for the store and I knew the second she left that I wanted to frig myself before she got back. The thing about the past few days was that no one was worried about getting me off as long as they got themselves off. So the only sex partner that was pleasing me was Miss Righthand. Just as I was about to hit the shower for a relaxing meeting with myself, the phone rang and it was Alison. Her first question was if my mother had milked me and I told her she had. I refused to give her any details, so she told me that Lynn was at her house and that they couldn’t come by that day. Alison’s Uncle had died and they had to hang close to her mother for a while. I tried not to show my disappointment at missing Lynn, but spoke to Alison for quite a while about her Uncle. She ended the conversation by telling me that it was mom’s job to milk me the whole day.

We had spent so much time on the phone that Mom was coming through the door just as I was hanging up. So much for getting off. I went to see if she needed help and saw that all she got was a case of beer with a small bag of groceries on top of it. She sat the case on the table and saw my questioning look.

“Well, I thought too much was better than running out. After all, it’s been helping you along quite a bit the last few days.”

I looked at her and asked, “Just what have you got planned for me, or do I want to know?”

“Well actually honey, I did have a rather naughty thought on my way to the store, but you have your hands full today with your girls.”

I told her about Alison calling and how she was responsible for my milking today. She rubbed my arm and told me how sorry she was because she knew I wanted to see Lynn again. I told her they’d be over the next day and then added that meant that I was hers today. I could have been teasing her, but I wasn’t. But it sure didn’t take her long to get a glimmer in her eye at the suggestion.

“What would you say if I did take over your training for the day?”

I shrugged my shoulders and asked what she had in mind. She told me that was none of my business and repeated her question. I shrugged my shoulders again and told her it wasn’t my place to decide. She turned away from me and was debating in her own mind as to what she should do. Then she turned to me and said, “Then I guess I’ll just have to put my idea I had earlier into play.”

I asked for details, but I also knew that she would ambush me with them instead. She did tell me that she was happy she stocked up on the beer and told me to get lost for a while. I almost felt like she was planning a surprise party for me and hurried off to my room. About fifteen minutes later she came to my room and sat next to where I was lying on the bed. Her hand went to my knee and as she fell back to lie next to me, ran it up my thigh. She cupped my mons area once, turned to lean on one elbow to look at me, and said, “I just set up a big girl trick for you tonight. It’s about time you learn what a real man is like.”

I started to protest what sounded like a prostitution date, but she told me to shut up. She never told me to shut up in that way, so I obeyed her. She felt up my crotch a couple more times and I tried to remove her hand, but she insisted I mind her. When she left my room I was beginning to regret my suggestion.

Mom caught me in the living room around five and had a glass with her. This time she simply ordered me out of my top and bra, and went to work emptying my jugs. It was wild feeling her work my milk from me in such a pedestrian way. She stood over and behind me as she milked each tit into the glass. When I was drained, she walked around in front of me and told me to drink up as she handed me the glass. She stopped me even before I could start asking her if she was going to help me drink it.

The earlier taste was still embedded in my mind and I really didn’t like the taste of my own milk, but I worked hard to get it all down in one session. She sat down beside me, started feeling my crotch again, and told me that I was going to get very afraid in a little while. I instantly started tensing up and even though she told me that I could trust her to protect me, I was very worried over what was in the works. She had been finding it easier to cop a feel of me throughout the day, so I figured that she was going to show me something pretty personal. I sort of feared that it might have something to do with a vibrator or dildo. I knew she had a collection of both and with her earlier comment about a man, I thought she was going to try being my first.

She told me to go to the refrigerator and get two beers. I brought them back to the couch and sat down, where she promptly told me I had three minutes to down each beer, and this time on my own. That meant that we were already started. I was still fairly horny from missing that date with Miss Righthand earlier, so I was pretty ready to see what she had in mind. I shouldn’t have been so anxious. I popped the first can and she looked at her watch. I had been learning to swallow it fairly fast without the need to taste it. I still didn’t really like the taste of beer, but it did relieve my anxiousness and apprehension.

Both beers were gone in just under the six minutes she had given me. I fell back against the couch and mom leaned over my face to kiss my closed eyes and cheeks. Before I knew it it was just after six o’clock and there was a weak knock at the door. I instantly thought of Alison and Lynn, and then to the boys when mom started smiling a wicked grin. She ordered me to answer the door and I reluctantly went.

As soon as the door was opening, I heard a deep voice saying “hello”. It was a strange man I’d never seen before, fairly large, and smiling broadly. If it hadn’t been for chugging the two beers just minutes earlier, I would have slammed the door. The man asked for mom and I told him to come in. When I led him to mom, she told him hello and introduced him to me as Frank, then as Big Frank. She explained to him that I already had one special friend named Frank.

I was getting worried that I was in for a lot more than I had wanted, but in the back of my mind I knew I could trust mom. I started to run through the things she had told me might be in line for me and then I remembered her fantasies from the night before. I surmised that I might very well be learning to deep throat tonight which scared the hell out of me because of his size. It would turn out to be a composite of several tasks including one that I never would have given my mother credit for coming up with, but had. By the end of the night, she would tell me how until today Alison had been using only humiliation for our delight. She was now introducing outright fear in me, and mostly for her pleasure. For me, it was to be looked at as simply another task I had to set my mind to be able to get done.

Mom patted the couch on her right side for Frank to sit on, and told me to sit on the other side of him. He was huge next to me and I had trouble trying to sit upright next to him because he made the couch cave in under him. Mom sat forward a little and began informing us as to why Frank was there. I was a bit shocked that he didn’t already know the game plan.

“You see sweetheart, I met Frank quite a while ago when he hit on me at the grocery store. He’s the manager there and checks me out every time he sees me. Right Frank?”

He put on a look of ‘caught’ and agreed to her explanation.

“Well, I just ran into him again when I was getting beer earlier, and I thought, let’s have a little party tonight. Just the three of us.”

Frank sat upright and it was plain to see that he had no idea I was part of whatever offer she had formerly talked to him about. He started to tell her that I was obviously too young for him to be involved with, if that was what she was talking about now. Well, his fear of my age had nothing on my fear of what he could do to me.

Mom went on, “You see dear, Frank may dress the part of just a kindly ol’ man, but he knows a lot more about what’s going on here than you think. Right Frank?”

I could see his puzzled look was also making him squirm. He asked mom what she was talking about, and glanced fearfully at me.

“Frannnnk, now you haven’t forgotten what you use to do to me so many years ago have you?”

That made a lot of things clearer for me, but Frank was still squirming.

“You see Jackie, Frank here was to me as your Frank is to you.”

That made him pause from his fright and look at me. I think he was starting to understand why I was sitting next to him along with the woman he had come to get a piece of tonight. I also caught him glimpsing at the beer I was holding and that made me wonder if beer had been used when Bess was training my mom.

Frank stammered to my mom, “That stuff was a long time ago, way in the past. We’re grown now.”

Mom looked annoyed at him because as she would tell me after he left that night that any man would take a shot at me if he thought it was a freebie. She reminded him the he was the first real blowjob she had ever given and how he hadn’t minded obeying Bess back in the day.

Frank was squirming even more and started taking frequent looks at me. I was getting so nervous myself that I leaned forward and gave mom the evil eye. But she had thought this out and was going to make it very pleasurable for herself as the two of us squirmed. She then started to graphically describe to both of us what she and Frank had done under Bess’ control, especially anything that was illegal. It turned out that Frank never got to fuck mom, but she had to suck him off a multitude of times, and sometimes with some other guys there as well. That’s when she brought me into the picture.

“And now we have my darling little daughter to talk about.” She gave him a cursory report on what I had been going through, but just the things that might pertain to him. With each new piece of the puzzle, he would snap his neck my way. I could tell mom was putting him more at ease when one of those times he craned to see my face, he laid is arm across the back of the couch, and me. I was getting visibly nervous as his nervousness was all but disappearing. Then came the offer that Frank couldn’t refuse.

“Well Frank, what do you think? You were part of my training and I grew to like it, I think my daughter here would love the chance to learn to like it as well.”

I fought to keep from opening my mouth, because it was simply too late now. He knew all about the things I had done that would keep me from protesting now, and mom had him so horny with the thought of helping train me that his cock was thinking for him now. My fate seemed sealed and I finished the last few drops that were in my can. Mom picked right up on that and told me to run and get us all a beer. Because she started whispering the moment I left the room, I took my time, not wanting to walk in on the planning of my demise. I already had enough to be frightened of from his size alone. When I finally heard the chattering die down, I went back to my seat on the couch and handed them their beers.

Mom told me to chug mine and asked Frank to insure I did. I started to take big swigs, but chugging was still beyond my ability to do on my own. Frank was tipping the bottom of the can, but not nearly as forceful as mom expected, so she quickly took over. I gurgled and lost some down the front of my shirt which she berated me for, and then demanded that I remove my shirt. For the first time since all this began, I was really afraid to encourage Frank in any way and knew that if I started showing skin that there would be no stopping him.

But mom was very insistent on showing off my boobs to him and finally applied enough coercion to get me to remove my top. Frank’s eyes lit up despite my still wearing a bra. I guess he got really excited at having a girl under his arm wearing only a bra. Mom continued heaping fear and embarrassment on me by ordering me to show Frank my secret. I knew what she was talking about, and slowly took off my bra. I tried to cover my tits with my hands, but then her look told me to show him how they worked. I squeezed my nipples a little and milk flowed instantly. His eyes grew even wider at the sight of that and I felt his hand drop from the couch to my shoulder. Both mom and I knew what he wanted, but he was still worried about my age and didn’t dare to ask.

“Go ahead Frank, give them a try.”

His right hand grabbed my breast around my neck and he gabbed my left from in front of me, and began milking me. His hands were so big and my already small breasts seemed so tiny in them. He twisted my nipples as he squirted milk from them onto the carpet. He was as amazed at my ability as any guy would be. He wanted to now why I had milk, but mom told him to never mind. He wasn’t here for that.

That heightened my fear greatly as I still wasn’t sure what he was here for, exactly. But once he had his hands on my tits, he wasn’t so worried that he didn’t hesitate to let his left hand fall into my lap and over my mons. I never had such a big hand there, nor such a dominating grab. He instantly made me tingle, but a lot of that was fright. Despite having rapidly downed three beers in the last half hour, my nerves were still quivering from what might be.

Mom told me to take him to my room and fuck him. It was now time for my eyes to pop wide open. It finally occurred to me that she had picked her old tormentor to take my virginity. Yes, I was a little horny, but I thought my first guy would still be my choice. And it certainly wouldn’t have been this monster sized guy with hands that made me pray that the school yard gossip was wrong. I started pleading with mom to stop it, but she told him to carry me to my bed. When he hesitated she realized she had to calm his fears of my age.

“Honey, tell Frank who will find out if he fucks the shit out of you today?”

My head fell downwards and I muttered, “No one.”

“And if he has to rape you?”

Again, “No one.”

After watching his expression mom said, “I don’t think he believes you honey.”

I knew what she wanted; for me to give him assurance that I would never tell what happened here tonight. I slowly looked up at him and replied, “It’s alright, I swear I’ll never tell a sole about anything.”

“Even if I rape your ass?”

I nodded my head, and then added, “I swear, never.”

He got off the couch and tugged on my hand. I couldn’t move and before I knew it, he dragged me to my feet and threw me over his shoulder. I started squirming to get off him and begged him to go easy with me. Mom was all excited as if seeing me get raped had long been a fantasy of hers. The closer we got to my room, the greater my fear came on. I saw mom stop him and whisper something into his ear. I couldn’t tell his reaction, but I could swear he was smirking. When in my room, mom shut my door and Frank threw me from his shoulder onto the bed. I pushed back to the headboard in fear and he tugged me by my legs back to a lying position.

Mom immediately produced the scarves to tie me down with, but Frank’s own urges were kicking in.

“I don’t need to tie this little cutie down. I prefer the fight.”

He reached for the snap on my shorts and I started fighting him. I may be small, but I made it impossible to hold me down to get my shorts off. So mom came beside me to hold my arms down for him. That made it very easy for him to yank my shorts off. My fear was uncontrollable now and I never had a thought about faking anything or allowing him. He reached back up and palmed my crotch, and then felt me through my panties for a moment. I saw my moms’ knuckles were turning white from how hard she was holding me and I pleaded for her not to let him rape me.

She responded with, “Will you behave and stop kicking if I stop him?”

Franks’ face didn’t seem to like that offer, but I quickly agreed and she said okay. But she continued to hold me still while she had him strip my panties from me. The moment he pulled them below my crotch, he was mesmerized by my smooth, bare cunt. He started to say something to my mom about understanding what she wanted now, but she quickly hushed him from giving away what he knew. He threw my panties to the floor and marveled at my little girl look as he palmed my pussy and ran his fingers lightly through the folds of my cunt. I was trembling despite agreeing to my mom’s deal.

As soon as mom let go of my arms, I tried to cover my crotch, but he bent down and started lapping at my mons right over my plainly visible clit. He went all over my shiny bare skin and I thought about how I had shaved again today in hopes of it having been for Lynn. He kept my legs spread just enough so he could sample what every little part of my pussy tasted like, but when he clamped down on my clit between his lips, I jerked at the pressure he put on it. As he pulled his face back from me, he tugged at my clit with his lips so hard he nearly lifted my body off the bed. I fell from his grip with a smacking sound and whimpered as I waited for the next assault.

Instead, mom told me to get my man out of his clothes. I looked at her because I had never really taken off anyone’s clothing before, let alone this hulk kneeling over me. It took several moments of coercion from both of them, and even the threat of going back to a rape, before I started removing his shirt. As I pushed his tee shirt over his chest towards his head, I felt his muscular chest and felt my clit tingle at this new experience. I’d never touched a mans’ chest before and so I allowed the palms of my hands to graze his chest as I pushed the shirt up. I pulled the shirt free from his head and let it drop to the floor.

I felt like such a whore as I started to undo his belt and the snap on his pants, but there was also an electric side to it. I’d seen many boys cocks before, but I knew this guy was going to be much larger than any of them, so if nothing else I really did want to see his equipment. It was quite a struggle getting his pants off since I didn’t remove his shoes to begin with, but as his skin was bared to me I was trembling more from what might come next rather than shaking out of fear. When I hesitated at taking down his underwear, mom told him he could finish what he had started. I made my hands fly to the waistband of his underwear and drew them down.

I really should have been scared as a rabbit when I saw his cock, but somehow all the threatening behavior from both he and my mother went away as I took in the sight of a large mans’ cock for the first time. It was nearly twice as thick as any of the boys’ I had seen in the past. Though it was starting to engorge, it still was hanging down somewhat and the veins in it were very pronounced. I’d never seen that before. He was so awfully hairy and his balls seemed really tight to his body.

Mom finally seemed to come back into the picture when she asked him if he could still live up to his agreement. Though I had no idea what the agreement was, I really thought that I was going to lose my virginity tonight, but that wasn’t exactly how it would go.

Mom told Frank to sit on the edge of the bed and for me to get on my knees to suck him off. I wasn’t nearly as scared as I had been, that is until she told me I was about to get my first training in deep throating a mans’ cock. Since my fear had subsided a little, I was feeling the beer much more. So it took a while for what she was telling me to sink in. That was when she started to teach me about men and how their equipment worked differently than boys.

The first point she made was that boys got erections much more easily than mature men. She told me that it was the woman’s job to first get the man erect, than allow him to show her what to do to finish the job. Unless that is, if your mom happened to be running the show.

I was gazing at the half hard cock at eye level as she spoke to me and tried my hardest not to look at the man that was about to become my teaching aid. Mom told me to get started on him and I whined that there was no way he could possibly fit down my throat. She came over beside me and nudged Frank. I felt his hands go to the sides of my head and pull me forward. His cock was rubbing up against the side of my face and I got scared. It was starting and despite my buzz, I was getting very scared again. The man pushed my forehead backwards and I found my mouth opening automatically. He rubbed the tip of his cock between my lips and I tried my best to hold still for him, but I instinctively kept trying to get away from him.

Mom was getting impatient with me and told me to fellate him until I got him really hard. She told Frank to release my head and make me do my job as an obedient little bitch should. Then she threatened to remove all my pubic hair permanently if I didn’t start cooperating. I wasn’t sure what she meant, but it bothered me. I would find out as soon as the next day what she had in mind for me.

Fearing that things could be much rougher, I reached my hand out, took Frank’s cock in my hand and flopped the head of it into my mouth. I was amazed at how heavy it felt. I kept one hand on the shaft and mom told me to feel his balls to make it go quicker. Within ten seconds he was starting to get erect for me. It sort of felt pretty neat that I was making it grow so quickly. It left me feeling like a very apt woman. While he kept growing, he also kept getting more stiff and standing upright. I found myself sitting up straighter on my knees every few seconds to be able to continue working on his cock as it became fully erect and about eight inches higher than when I started on him.

His scent and taste was almost as intoxicating as the girls had been to me, but knowing that he was getting hard because of what I was doing to him made me out rightly horny. That’s when mom got beside me on her knees as well and her tone became very demanding. I figured the real lesson was starting. She told me to get on the side of him instead of between his legs so his cock would be aimed more appropriately for my throat. I was ordered to start taking him as deep as I could and to bob my head in a slow rhythm. She told Frank as I got started doing that to work my head for me, but that he damn well better not pierce me until she told him to.

When his hands grabbed my head again, I was worried that I would be getting choked and have my throat ripped apart. But with mom urging him to control me and himself, he went pretty easy with me. They were working together to figure out the difference between what I whined about being able to accept, and what was truly possible. I soon learned about the gag reflex and what I had to do to control it. Frank told me that a man loves to hear the girl sucking his cock to gag and choke on his meat to make him feel dominant. He told me he would have my sputtering around his precum in no time.

The two of them did their best for ten minutes to force as much of his cock into me as possible, but I knew it would never go down my throat. But the last few tries had me very worried because mom was demanding him to get it to fit. The three last times he tried driving himself into my throat got me super scared. I could feel the mushroom shaped tip of his cock plugging my throat in a very tight fit. I felt like my throat was changing shape to encase the shape of the head of his cock and allowing it in. I freaked the first time and started to frantically wave my arms and then pushed hard against his upper legs to back the tiniest bit away from his assault. On the third ramming into me, I saw that it might indeed be possible for him to force the rest of his cock to follow the head, but it would surely be the death of me.

The last time he was pushing very hard at the point in my throat that was stopping him from going any further, and held the pressure like that for a good twenty seconds. When he finally let me go, I pulled off his cock and gasped for air. Mom was telling us both that I had enough of that for a first run. That meant that she expected me to do this again for him in the future. But what she told him to do next made me start fighting him again.

“Put her on the bed and turn my little bitch over so her pussy is right at the edge of the bed.”

I’m not sure how, but I found myself lying face up, legs slightly spread, looking up at Frank with him between my legs. Mom whispered something to him and he smiled. I began to beg mom not to let him take my virginity and all she did was say she had promised him a fuck and that I had to do it for him. I started fighting to get him away from my hole. I didn’t want him in me, but he was ten times stronger than me. He easily held my legs spread while his cock kept thumping against my lips.

Mom finally said something I could live with. “He’s not really going to fuck you this time, but he is going to use your pussy. I told him he could only put the tip in and use your hole to get himself off. When I settled down, mom held one of my legs out for him and I was ordered to hold the other one out for him. He held his cock in his hand and I watched him aim himself to my opening. He pushed a little and I felt myself open as the head of his cock slipped into the muscles that were keeping him out. I guess, just like with my throat, he probably could have forced his cock past those muscles, but he would have split me wide open. There was just no way I could possible open wide enough for him to keep from having permanent damage.

I felt him withdraw and immediately slip it back in just a little bit. I realized that he was essentially working just the head of his cock between the thicker folds on the outside of my cunt, and if he did only that, I would be okay. Frank was talking very dirty to me and telling me that fucking my bald pussy was awesomely hot for him. Knowing that I felt good to him was strangely enough making me want to hold still for him. I was sort of getting to the point of being okay that he was using my most special place to make himself feel so good. I saw that he could hardly keep his eyes opened except to look at the union between us. I’d always known that some pervs really liked the look of a prepubescent girl, so when he told me that the mixture of my tiny body and bald pussy made him think he was fucking an eight year old, I sort of liked being able to be that for him. Mom started getting involved when she saw I was relaxing and slid a finger in place to twirl around my clit as he went back and forth into me.

With all their stimulation, and especially the feel of his cock head pushing through the outer folds and into the restricting muscles of my pussy, I had such an urge to push into him. But every time he would push his cock back against me, I became desperate with fear knowing that if he did actually get into me, he would tear me wide open. With him playing with me as he was and looking down to see what truly did look like the sight of an eight year old being fucked, I reached out and grabbed my mothers arm. She was adding her own stimulation by going between my clit and my nipples. Her own eyes were fixed on the union of where her daughter left off and the man began. It was clear to me that she was fantasizing over the sight before her as well.

I was too scared to even come close to an orgasm, but it was so wild watching Frank’s face distort over the feeling he was gaining from using my body for his pleasure. Mom was proving herself right yet again as she had, and still was using fear to heighten my own erotic pleasure. I may not get off myself tonight, but my next shower may take several hours.

Frank was very close to cumming now and mom couldn’t pry her eyes from us. His moaning made me so hot knowing that even though he couldn’t get himself into me, it was just far enough to make him very, very happy. He reached his right hand down and frigged my clit as I could see he was so tempted to slam through my barrier. My bare lips were so wet and made his sliding easy on me, and his moaning and gentle words of how good I felt to his cock made me feel so superior to him. He needed me at the moment so much more than I needed him. It’s such a great feeling knowing that you’re needed that badly by anyone.

Then just as his frigging of my clit was starting to get me really hot, his tempo quickened to a furious pace and he was crying out that he was about to cum. I wanted to feel his spurts so bad to at least get the feel of having been fucked, and he didn’t disappoint me. He started grunting and I felt a flood of warmth all over my lips and even felt some going into me even though his cock could only hold me open. I knew I wouldn’t get to cum myself because I knew enough to know that as soon as the guy was done, it was over. But he did do one thing for me that the boys had barely done. I now knew what so many girls knew already; what it felt like to be used for a mans’ pleasure. It may be one-sided in the fact that he was the only one to cum and intentionally be pleasured, but I felt rich in knowing that my body had driven him absolutely mad with the heat of sexual attraction. In my own way I felt like I had just lost my virginity to Frank because for the first time I felt like I had been needed as a woman.

Mom and I both felt my crotch and how wet I was with his sperm. It was so slippery and my fingers easily slipped in between my lips. Mom wiped his cum all over my folds and mons area, but when she hit my bump I was way too sensitive to keep from holding still. Mom and I locked our eyes together and I knew she had just as much pleasure as I had and that she was an excellent dominator herself. She had just taught me how fear was almost as intoxicating as the humiliation factor of being a submissive. As Frank hurried to get dressed, he paused to come over and feel at my mons. I thought he was taking one last mental picture of my pleasure zone, but he turned to mom and said how the treatment would keep me looking so delightfully youthful my whole life. Minutes later, he was gone, probably out of fear of having fucked a slightly underage girl.

Mom came back and I still was at the end of the bed with my legs hanging to the floor. She had on such a huge smile and asked me if I had liked her tormenting of me. I felt a little ashamed of the answer, but I nodded my head in short spurts. She began rubbing the inside of my thigh as she warned me that I would not only see Frank again, but she was going to use him to continue teaching me to deep throat, as well as to fuck. I couldn’t help myself, but even though I might have been killing my mom’s control buzz, I told her about all the feelings he had given me; even how delightful the moments of fear and choking had been to me.

She told me how I would learn that getting choked a little and the gagging feeling would add so much to my experiences at giving head in the future. She pointed out that it was that slight fear that made the whole difference between eating pussy and giving head. And when I told her about how powerful I had felt being used as his receptacle and plaything, she hugged me and told me she knew the feeling all too well. It was clear to me now why mom had allowed Bess to use her for those three years she went through, what I’m just starting. The really huge difference was that I had her to help me, and even to be my dominatrix in Alison’s absence. This may be the craziest mother/daughter relationship in the world, but it was also the most erotic.

Mom took one last chance to scare me with her control over me and told me that two things would soon happen; I was going on the pill, and she was going to mark me. The second part really scared me and I asked her if that meant she was going to brand me. I saw her eyes light up with the suggestion, but she told me that she had a much better way and that no one else would ever know that my mom had done it to me. She told me that Frank knew an electrolysis person and she was going to have him remove all my pubic hair permanently. She said how hot I looked as a little girl and that the girls would love the idea too. She told me that I’d better get use to the idea of it quickly, because the treatment was going to start the next day and if I was going to be her bitch, I was going to let her mark me this way. I knew that wasn’t going to happen. Pubic hair is a status symbol for teenagers like me, and never being able to have it ever again would indeed mark me for life. Perhaps the biggest problem might be in my head. It would certainly make me always feel like the submissive to anyone that saw me, male or female.

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