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Parental Binds

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By: Phil Phantom

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Copyright © 1997 ALL Rights Reserved

The Roberts kids are well-dressed and groomed little ladies and gentlemen, polite, well-mannered, and strikingly attractive. Ginger Roberts, the mother, models for the store ads and could be a professional at the national level. Estelle Greyson is the only customer Ginger Roberts will model lingerie for in private sessions, though she is well aware that the sessions are purely to entertain her best and most prestigious customer.

She lends herself willingly to Estelle's exploratory inspections, though her interest centers exclusively on the fit of the crotch or the lining and fit of bras. What galls her and her sixteen-year-old daughter, Angie, is that Angie must model every purchase Estelle makes for her daughter, Cindy. She, too, must endure the phony inspections with the same focus on crotch and breasts, even though the two girls do not wear the same sizes in anything but panties.

What really galls Ginger is that the two girls are often in competition for the same titles: Prom Queen, Jr. Miss, Homecoming Queen, Festival Queen, etc.. Cindy always wins; the outcomes are never in doubt. What's more, Ginger had competed against Estelle in high school. She always lost to her, though everyone agreed, Ginger was the better beauty by far. Like her daughter, Ginger played second fiddle to a Greyson woman. In Cindy's and Angie's case, though, even Ginger had to admit, the better girl won. Cindy was in a class by herself, and everyone knew it.

Since this relationship had gone on since grade school, Ginger had long ago adjusted to the humiliating ordeals, but it still galled her having to watch Estelle Greyson lewdly and openly fondling her daughter's crotch and pulling out wet fingers. It was worse when she had to endure the same treatment with her daughter looking on.

From the age of twelve, Cindy never wore a new bathing suit or pair of panties that wasn't wet with Angie's vaginal secretions. This did not go unnoticed by Cindy. She was well aware that her mother had all her clothes modeled by Angie before making the purchase. She knew whose secretions soiled the crotches of her new garments. Sometimes, they'd be sopping wet and smelled strongly of a young girl's vagina.

In her youthful imagination, she could only imagine how they got that way. She would never dare confront her mother with her suspicions, but she knew who modeled her clothes. Cindy thought Angie was a beautiful girl, her equal, but no threat. She did not find her crotch secretions offensive. In fact, she developed a desire for the tantalizing scent. She wore the garments unwashed, sometimes soiling her own with a new pair draped over her nose, breathing deeply from the crotch. She got a new pair of panties every time her mother went shopping at the Roberts Beautique, which was a weekly event. Cindy wore panties for a few days, then threw them away.

Though deeply embarrassing for Ginger and Angie, Estelle's business was crucial. Estelle set the fashion trends for the women; Cindy set the standard for the teens. Greyson business assured residual sales that made the difference between a business that struggled and one that prospered. To say that Ginger would gladly get down on her knees and lick Estelle's ass is an understatement. She would not only lick it, she'd stick her tongue so far up Estelle's ass, it would come out of her mouth. Furthermore, she'd see to it that Angie did likewise to Cindy if that ever became necessary.

The way Ginger and her daughter, Angie, had to fawningly pander to the Greysons created a bond between them that bridged their outward differences. It was the closest they came to an intimate relationship, a shared ordeal, a shared secret, exciting in an unspoken way, galling though it was.

Dan, Ginger's husband, is a well-respected pillar in the community, active in Chamber of Commerce affairs and civic causes that promote his business. He donates liberally to church and private charities if the donation has a high visibility. The Roberts do not have an enemy anywhere, but they have no friends either. None are very social, though Jerry, the oldest, does date and hang out with the guys.

Outwardly, the Roberts family appears normal to a fault. Just beneath the surface, though, they are anything but normal. The sexual tensions in their sprawling five-bedroom house could unravel the Golden Gate Bridge.

Ginger, the mother, thirty-nine, long straight silky brown hair, buxom, shapely, trim and in good physical condition. She is Angie all grown up, but ultra conservative, modest in dress and demeanor, a regular churchgoer, obsessed with what others think of her and her family.

She is still ruled by her dominant mother and stepfather, though she suffered years of sexual abuse at her stepfather's hands at the same time that her mother forced a nun's code of modesty and decorum on her. Corporal punishment was something Ginger grew up with, always administered by her mother, always while naked, always in a pose intended to expose intimate anatomy and add to the humiliation.

A great scandal ensued after her mother's marriage to Ray. A boy himself, he was seventeen when he married Ginger's mother. Her mother was thirty-five at the time. For years, Ginger was ashamed to show her face in public. School was a nightmare. She had school friends with older sisters who had dated Ray before he dropped out of school and married her mother. Ray had a bad reputation as a big kid that went after much younger girls, often dating girls who were just a couple of years older than Ginger. Ray raped Ginger while dating her mother. The rapes continued throughout the short courtship.

To make matters worse, after her mother married Ray, Ginger's punishments were always in his presence, and the infractions were usually concocted or provoked by him. Challenging or talking back to her father (she had to call him Daddy) was another punishable offense. Punishments were commonplace if not painful. The greatest humiliation, one that brought her to the brink of suicide, was when Ray adopted her and she had to change her surname from Williams to Roberts. The Roberts clan were local white trash. Ray continued his practice of bragging about his conquests. It was soon all over school that she was fucking her father.

Though she was frequently left alone with Ray, she could not be alone with a boy she wanted to be alone with until she went away to college. She remembers Richard Spivy fondly as her first love, though they never had a real date in the four years they went steady. She craved his touch and would have gladly parted her legs for him the first time their eyes caressed each other. Her mother ended the relationship in their junior year. Ginger would not have another until college. It killed her to see Richard on the arms of an affectionate slut. He tormented her on purpose for not having the guts to stand up to her mother.

From the very beginning, Ginger suspected that her mother knew and approved of Ray's assaults. There were too many coincidences to ignore, too many close calls that went unseen. For a while, she wondered if her mother developed temporary blindness and deafness when Ray would get amorous with her. Usually, though, she'd leave them alone so Ray could vent his lust on her unresisting body. If her mother saw Ray stroking her inner thigh indecently, she'd quickly look away, then find an excuse to go shopping or retire early. Ray never worried about her walking in on them, and would most often mount her in the living room as her mother was pulling out of the driveway or going up the stairs.

Sometimes, her mother went away for entire weekends. These weekends became marathon fuck and suck bondage sessions. He always took precautions against pregnancy until that fateful Christmas vacation in her junior year of college. Furthermore, her mother went away on a cruise for the entire month, leaving Ginger in a state of virtual sexual servitude to her young husband, most often bound, always totally naked, always leaking fresh semen from her raw vagina.

Dan, her current husband, was her mother's arranged mate for her. She forced Ginger to end another good relationship and drop college in mid-semester, in the spring of her junior year, to return home to marry Dan.

Earlier, during the Christmas vacation, Ray fucked her like a sailor on leave after a one-year voyage. She was three months pregnant when she dropped out of college. She told her mother she was pregnant, hoping that might dissuade her or Dan. She did not tell her mother or Dan that the father was her stepfather, Ray. Surprisingly, neither one asked who the father was. The only bright spot on the horizon was that she'd finally be out from under the Roberts handle. That bright spot vanished when she learned that Dan was willing to adopt her surname at her mother's insistence.

The assaults began before puberty, but the sex continues to the present. Ray's hold on her is ironclad. Her mother's is steelclad. She reports to them weekly. After Ginger's marriage to Dan, her mother dropped all pretenses. She joined in as a spectator who also assisted with the bindings. She warms her daughter with a firm spanking or caning--their version of foreplay. She openly masturbates while watching her young husband fuck her daughter.

Birth control was never practiced. After Rachel was born, Ginger secretly got on the pill. For that, Ginger was beaten severely by her mother, her first real beating. The cane beating she took between the legs was so severe that she had to remain in bed at her parent's house all weekend. Her mother forced her to stop all methods of birth control. Dan was furious with Ginger as well. Ginger complied with their wishes and took no further precautions. Dan watched her closely; but after ten years, with nothing to show, they'd all but given up hope without giving up trying.

Dan Roberts, forty-eight, short, thin, distinguished greying hair, with the soft features of a store clerk, a reader of classic literature, boring to a fault, and well aware of his wife's bizarre relationship with her parents. Dan sees their marriage as more of a business partnership. She manages the store and family; he keeps the books and reads. They are a good marriage and business team. They rarely argue. He knows he has not fathered any of his children, because Ginger has never offered him her womb as a place to plant his seed.

Sex is a rare treat for him. When it occurs, she manages to get him to cum in her ass, mouth, or on her body. In sixteen years of marriage, he never once came in her pussy or tried. The hold her mother has on her extends beyond her private moments with her parents. Her mother's rule is: "No semen but Ray's is to ever enter your vagina."

Through several unplanned sexual flings with out-of-town clothing salesmen, and regular rapes by one clothing salesman, she followed her mother's dictum. She managed by offering her ass, claiming it was the only way she could reach a climax. In the rape, her ass was his target, so she said nothing. By offering her ass, she denied herself a true climax and reduced a casual, innocent fling with the potential to add spice to her life, to something sick and perverted that left her unsatisfied and feeling like a degenerate.

For satisfying, vaginal sex, she had only Ray. When she was good, she got satisfied. If she misbehaved, she got no satisfaction. For years, Ginger tried hard to be good each week. Being good meant willingly lending herself to any whim that struck Ray's fancy. In recent years, his fancy leaned more and more toward the perverse. Even when they presented her with a horny male collie, Ginger was good.

Dan knew his wife was an easy mark, and knew she was not faithful. The only reason there weren't more events was the reputation she had among the local men as an untouchable, frigid woman who would scream rape at the top of her lungs if a hand brushed her ass. Consequently, only out-of-towners saw her as a luscious female who was open and approachable. All were rewarded regardless of their seduction skills. An accidental touch would light her fire and the man would soon have her subtly rubbing up against him.

Dan approved those that benefited their business. Any salesman was good for the business. The prospect of sex with Ginger assured good deals. Even the rape was overlooked, every time. Dan wasn't concerned. He knew they got the same treatment he got. The terms and conditions of the marriage and business relationship between he and the Roberts was negotiated across a dining table with Ginger a silent witness. She was bartered away like a piece of property for ten percent silent partner interest on her mother's terms, spelling out what his marital rights were and were not. Dan and Ginger Roberts had a contractual relationship. They knew who the children really belonged to. They never acknowledged it openly, and they assumed the younger kids suspected nothing. Jerry's parentage, however, is painfully obvious.

Jerry Roberts, the oldest child, athletic build, well-groomed and ill-mannered, is the spitting image of Ginger's stepfather, both in looks and personality. Ginger has nervous conniptions whenever Jerry and Ray are together in public, or even at family gatherings. In their presence, she feels like she is wearing a sign on her chest that says, "Look at me; I fuck my father," the same intangible sign she wore in school. They both have kinky blond hair with striking hazel eyes and long noses. Were it not for the twenty years that separate their ages, they could be twins. Jerry refused to enter a church after he turned sixteen; Ray never has.

Angie Roberts, the oldest girl, sixteen; long, straight, light brown hair; big hazel eyes, a hopeless romantic who hates being forced to attend church. She is addicted to masturbation and raunchy romance novels that she has to hide from her mother. Angie suspects her mother lives a secret adulterous life and has several salesmen lovers. Ginger suspects that she suspects. Angie approves of her mother having lovers on the side, but Ginger doesn't know that. As a result, they have a strained relationship; when, in fact, they are peas in a pod. In body, mind, and spirit, Angie is to Ginger what Jerry is to Ray.

Jennifer, twelve, wavy brown hair down to her ass, shy, quiet, bookish, built, but terribly embarrassed by her new womanly features and the male attentions they invite. Jennifer would be another Cindy Greyson when her time came, but would not have a Greyson to compete against. Ginger put her hopes on Jennifer because Angie had no chance against Cindy. Ginger placed her hopes in Jennifer to elevate the Roberts name, a name Ginger would be stuck with for life. Though deep down Ginger and Jennifer are diametrical opposites, she is her mother's darling, and Jennifer thinks her mother is a perfect angel.

Rachel, ten, long curly brown hair, a precocious, tomboyish nymph, a daddy's girl with a sexual crush on her big brother. She is also overly fond of Ray to Ginger's great chagrin. She is fond of any male, in fact. Ginger has trouble keeping clothes on Rachel when men are around, impossible when Jerry is around. She has to watch Jerry like a hawk as well. Her son gets erections around Rachel which he does nothing to hide. Rachel sleeps in a room with an alarm system that blasts the house when her door opens. She has a chamber pot under her bed and a pitcher of water on the night stand.

Jerry drives Ginger to fits when he parades around the house in the nude, sporting an erection. Jennifer will storm out of the room. Angie will pretend not to look, but her peripheral vision is excellent. Rachel will kneel at his feet and worship it. He always gets his ass chewed out, but has grown immune to his mother's rantings. Rachel will stare openly and longingly at his bobbing, eight-inch member, even with her mother in the room. If within her reach, she reaches. If she reaches, Jerry steps forward. When this happens, Ginger has to pry her daughter's fingers off her son's hard cock.

This is most embarrassing for her, as Jerry won't help, nor will Dan, and she is forced to handle Jerry's penis in front of the family. Handling Jerry's cock occurs several times a day, but if she didn't force the two apart, they'd have oral sex in front of everyone, a prospect Ginger could not deal with. Besides, Jennifer expected her to stop it from happening. If Rachel is the devil on one shoulder, then Jennifer is the angel on the other. Ginger does not like taking Rachel to church, but can't afford to leave her alone with Jerry. Jennifer would not approve.

Rachel goes to church, but makes her mother pay dearly for it. Ginger has to check her constantly to insure she's wearing panties. If Rachel goes to the bathroom, she will return without her panties. She is a frequent bathroom visitor. Ginger has had to deal with numerous complaints about Rachel's nasty habit of shooting bare beavers in church--always from the women, never from the men. What makes matters worse is that the girl loves a good spanking. Ginger is at a loss when it comes to controlling her youngest daughter, and Dan is no help. Ginger must handle all discipline. Dan is the good guy. Nothing fazes Dan.

The sisters are constantly at odds due to the deep-seated jealousy Angie feels toward her sisters. Jennifer receives such preferential treatment, openly and unfairly applied, that Angie feels like a Cinderella. She gets loaded with housework, where Jennifer has no duties. Angie must work in the store without pay, while Jennifer gets an allowance that is three times hers with no chores required. If Angie steps out of line, Jennifer or Rachel is sure to tell.

The most outrageous example of injustice came when Jennifer needed to be disciplined. Jennifer was spoiled rotten. Stealing money from her mother's purse was her most common offense. Everyone knew she did it. If a twenty-dollar bill turned up missing, Jennifer would have some twenty-dollar extravagance in her room, or dangling from her ears. Ginger would not try to find out who stole the money, but would punish all with long restrictions--all except Jerry, who would not put up with his mother's bullshit once he turned fourteen and was bigger than his mother.

It was the girls who were punished for Jennifer's infractions. What made things worse was when Ginger would commute Jennifer and Rachel's sentences for the slightest good deed, while enforcing the restriction on Angie, no matter what she did to compensate for their crime. To watch Jennifer come and go as she pleased while she had to be bound to the confines of her home or the shop, drove Angie to tears. Especially when the original infraction was Jennifer's.

If she complained, told on Jennifer, or pointed out the evidence, she was spanked, naked, like a little child in front of the whole family. Naked spankings were meted out to Angie for her own infractions, always petty, some done by Jerry, Jennifer, or Rachel and blamed on Angie. There was no getting out of it. The family looked forward to them as a form of entertainment. The nude punishments had a sexual connotation to them, involving positions designed to expose her most intimate anatomy for extended periods. After a spanking, she'd have to stand, naked, her back to the wall for hours.

This intolerable situation did not improve as Angie grew into her teens. If anything, it got worse, because Jennifer instigated incidents just to get Angie punished. When Angie developed into her womanly curves, the sexual humiliation increased. No longer was it necessary to wait for a real infraction. Any accusation from any family member would suffice. An evening rarely passed that Angie wasn't stripped, posed, and strapped.

This was a game her mother played with her. The injustice was intentional and exaggerated. Angie knew that her mother loved her but enjoyed treating her this way. The family enjoyed watching the game being played out before them. The younger girls liked having a Cinderella sister. Her sisters enjoyed their evil stepsister roles. By the time Angie was sixteen, she'd grown accustomed to her living situation. She learned to accept the game and went along like a good sport. Her self image accepted her position. When she'd lose a contest to Cindy Greyson, she'd be punished, though she always came in first runner up. This didn't bother her, either. In her mind, she deserved the punishment.

Ginger's first indication that something strange was going on in Estelle Greyson's life was when she called to demand the shop be opened for her on a Sunday morning. The family was just about to get in their car and head off to church. All were dressed in their Sunday best, all but Jerry, who remained behind to watch TV.

Saying no to Estelle never dawned on Ginger, so she and Angie took her car and went downtown to opened the shop. Estelle arrived shortly afterward. She marched to the back room where they always went. Ginger and Angie followed, sensing something was different about her. For one thing, she did no browsing. She went straight to her padded chair and waited.

Ginger politely inquired, "What would you like to see, today? We have blouses in from ..."

"Bring one pair of panties for Cindy, the cheapest you have. Have Angie disrobe completely, here, right here before me. I see no need to play this game with the dressing screen. I always thought that was an absurd practice, anyway. I don't know why I tolerated it for this long."

Ginger gulped, as did Angie. Ginger said, "Estelle's right, Angie; it is absurd. Go ahead and get your things off. I'll get the panties." To Estelle she said, "I'll choose a nice pair and sell them to you at cost. Will that be all right? Cindy deserves the best."

"Fine, as long as the best at your cost is less than the cheapest. For all the panties I've purchased, I should get them free."

"You're absolutely right, Estelle. Please, they are free. In fact, you're next ten will be free. You can have them all now if you wish."

"I'll take them one at a time as she needs them, as usual."

Angie was down to her bra and panties, having just rolled the pantyhose down her legs, when her mother bowed out to fetch the panties. Angie tried to turn away as she undid her bra, but Estelle told her to stand at her knees facing her. Bashfully, Angie moved up to Estelle's knees, feeling the piercing gaze on her breasts. With shaking fingers, blushing profusely, she unhooked the center clasp and shrugged off the bra. Wearing only panties, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband and tugged them down, leaning over Estelle's lap as she worked them free of her feet.

Ginger returned and halted momentarily at the sight of Angie standing naked at Estelle's knees. She gathered her composure, took a deep breath, and casually walked up, handing Angie the French-cut designer panties, saying, "I'm sure Cindy will love these. Put them on, dear."

Estelle grabbed them before Angie could, then told her to stand with her feet out wide and move forward over her legs. Angie looked to her mother. Ginger gave her a nod, standing slightly to the rear at Estelle's left side. Angie moved her feet out and inched forward over the woman's lap. Estelle laid the panties open over her index finger, then brought that finger between the girl's legs. She poked up at the center of Angie's hole, getting a finger length of panty up her tight snatch.

Ginger looked on in shock and amazement, watching her old nemesis and best customer slowly stuffing the panties up her daughter's pussy, one finger's worth at a time, pushing and packing the material inside while Angie groaned, bit her lower lip, and clenched her jaw.

When Estelle had the panties fully inside, she said, "Now move closer and sit." Angie sat over Estelle's crotch. "Now, lie back on my legs. Go on, lean back."

Angie gave her mother a look of trepidation as she slowly let herself ease back. When her shoulders rested on Estelle's knees, Estelle took her legs and laid them open and out to the side, opening the plane of Angie's crotch. White material showed where a pink hole should be. Estelle pushed at the white until pink did appear. The panties were now deep inside the embarrassed and nervous teenager. Ginger watched the operation with new interest, admiring her daughter's familiar nether charms. Estelle then said, "Arouse yourself. Masturbate!"

Angie's head came up showing a shocked, disbelieving, pleading look aimed at her mother. Ginger shrugged and nodded, her heart pounding wildly. When Estelle repeated the order more firmly, Angie's hands went to work self-consciously on her exposed pussy. Estelle said, "I caught Cindy masturbating while sucking on the crotch of the last pair of panties I bought her." This news made Angie apply herself with more diligence. She rubbed her clit openly, mindless of the eyes watching. Her nipples erected to hard little cones before their eyes.

Estelle toyed roughly with her nipples and added, "I want you to soak these panties with your pussy juice, Angie. I intend to stuff these in her mouth." Angie moaned and rubbed harder, opening her legs wider. "It seems she has developed a taste for your vaginal secretions."

Angie rubbed her clit vigorously and moaned loudly, using her other hand to fondle her sex lips and poke at the panties in her hole. Estelle said, "I'm going to tape her mouth shut over them."

Angie squirmed, widened her legs to their fullest, and cried, "Ohhhhh! ... Ughhh!" Her fingers worked her clit in a flurry of motion.

"I may make her sleep with your pussy-juice-soaked panties in her mouth. She can suck on your cunt cream all fucking night long."

"Ohhhh, yes!"

"I see that meets with your approval. Are you working up a good load of pussy cream for Cindy to suck on?"

"Yes, I'm trying."

"I want you to cum three or four times on them. Do you think you can do that, dear?"

"Yes! Yes! I'm cumming now! Aghhhh ... Yessss!"

Angie came with a long moaning shudder, accompanied by many ohhhs and ahhhs. When she finished, she collapsed, panting, her arms falling at her sides. Estelle said, "Okay, that was a good one. Let's go for another. Why don't you hop down. We'll try a new position."

Angie struggled to get off. Ginger came up and helped. She stood on wobbly legs, her mother steadying her. Estelle caught both sets of eyes when she boldly hoisted her skirt past her waist and spread her legs. She wore no panties. Her adult vagina fanned out, the shaved lips gleaming, her clit standing tall. She said, "Get on your knees, Angie."

The color drained from Angie's face as her legs gave out and her mother let her sink to her knees between Estelle's legs. Estelle scooted to the seat's edge, lying low in the broad chair, bringing her legs up high and laying them out. She looked to Ginger's astonished face and said, "Ginger, be a dear and hold my legs apart for your daughter."

Angie sank back on her heels as her mother stood behind her and took Estelle by the ankles, holding them out widely separated. Angie stared the yawning pussy in the mouth, unable to believe her eyes. Estelle curled a beckoning finger poised over her mound, saying, "Come on, get closer. It's just a pussy. It won't bite. This will inspire you to really pour down your cunt cream."

Angie felt herself being drawn forward by an invisible force, her eyes never leaving the obscene sight. Estelle kept beckoning until Angie's face hovered over her beaver. Her female scent filled Angie's nostrils with every breath. Estelle said, "Yes, breathe deeply, that's the way. Breathe in the smell of my cunt, Angie. Now rub your cunt and make more pussy juice for Cindy."

Angie's hands went between her legs and resumed her vaginal massage. Her passions rose quickly; her face came closer, sniffing deeply. Estelle said, "This must be a real thrill for you, Angie, being this close to a Greyson vagina." Estelle's hands parted the lips and her fingers delved into the wet folds. She pulled her cunt wide open under Angie's nose, saying, "Do you like the way my pussy smells, Angie? Do you like the smell of Greyson pussy?"

Ginger moved forward, straddling her daughter's back so she could see over her shoulder, see her daughter's face over Estelle's fanned-out pussy. Moving forward also moved Estelle's legs back, bringing the pussy up, closing the gap between Angie's nose and the hole it hovered over. If Estelle released her cunt lips, they would close over that nose. Angie frigged herself hard while drawing in a deep breath. When she expelled that breath, she said, "Yes, I love the way your pussy smells."

Estelle locked eyes with Ginger, forcing Ginger to look down bashfully. Estelle took Angie by the chin and lifted her head until mother and daughter were face to face. She rummaged in her pussy, coating her fingers in her slime, saying, "You'll like this, then." She wiped a wet finger under Angie's nose, thoroughly wetting the girl's upper lip. "Is that better?"

Looking her mother right in the eyes, Angie said, "Yes, thank you."

"Are you getting those panties nice and wet. Is smelling my pussy helping?"

"Yes, I'm soaking them. It's helping."

Estelle gathered more and rudely smeared her wet fingers over Angie's lips, chin, cheeks, and nose, wiping her hand on the girl's face. She gathered more, and concentrated on the girl's slack lips. Her fingers delved inside. Angie parted her mouth to allow the fingers in. Estelle got a fresh load and pushed three fingers in Angie's mouth all the way to the back of her throat, saying, "I see you like the way Greyson pussy tastes, too."

In response, Angie sucked all three fingers, then each one individually, all the while looking into her mother's face. She frigged herself furiously, waiting for more. Estelle fed her by hand until Angie came with a violent shudder and loud moans. Estelle silenced her moans with wet fingers. Angie nursed on them as her orgasm subsided. When she was calm once again, she lowered her face to look into Estelle's eyes, adoringly.

Estelle casually wet her entire right hand while maintaining eye contact with Angie. She held her fingers just outside Angie's mouth. When Angie could see that Estelle wasn't going to feed them to her, her tongue came out slowly. It slithered up one finger, then licked another. Her tongue came out fully, pushing between slack fingers. Estelle raised her hand. Angie's head had to tilt back to keep up her licking. In doing so, she came face to face with her mother once again. Ginger's face stared down at her daughter's tongue, watching it slavishly licking pussy juice from Estelle's hand, putting on a lurid spectacle just for her. Angie made pleasure sounds with an expression of unmasked ecstasy.

Estelle allowed the vision to sear itself in Ginger's mind, then slowly brought her hand down and rested it over her cunt, palm down. Angie followed and kept licking. When she probed between fingers, her tongue touched pussy. Her tongue probed deeper between fingers. She concentrated between fingers. Angie resumed her finger play in earnest as Estelle slid her hand up her mound. Angie's mouth remained, licking pussy. Estelle laid her hands on the armrests and smiled up at Ginger. Ginger weakly smiled back, then dropped her gaze to look at the sight of her daughter feasting ravenously on Estelle Greyson's pussy, trying to get her tongue as far up the woman's hole as she could, frigging herself madly as she did so.

Estelle said, "Ginger, your daughter is an excellent cunt lapper. She is to be commended. Am I to presume that this will be a regular part of your service? Will you have Angie suck my cunt for me from now on?"

"Yes, of course. We will do whatever it takes to satisfy our best customer."

"You always do serve me well, Ginger. You know, I may bring Cindy next time. She'd enjoy this service as well. You have no objection, I'm sure?"

Angie reacted to this statement with renewed vigor. She wiped her face in Estelle's cunt, moaning loudly. Ginger said, "Uh ... No ... of course not."

"Angie obviously approves." Estelle patted her head, saying, "You'd consider it an honor to lick Cindy between the legs, wouldn't you, dear?"

Angie raised up to say, "Yes!" Then quickly resumed her slavish mouthing.

Estelle said, "Oh, my, it appears you have a young lesbian in the making, Ginger. You'll have to get this girl some cock, and soon. Maybe you'd like having a little lesbian underfoot. I don't blame you. She is a delightful little pussy licker. Oh, yes, baby, suck my clit. That's it. Harder! Ohhhhh ... Yessss! Suck my pussy you little cunt sucking lesbian. Suck it, baby. Lap those juices from my hole like a good Roberts girl. Ohhhh, yes. That's so good, so nice."

Angie came once more while lapping Estelle's spend from her hole. When they calmed, Ginger released Estelle's legs and backed off of Angie. Angie sat back on her heels, her whole face gleaming. Estelle patted her lap, saying, "Turn around and sit here. Lie back against my chest."

Angie did so, reclining with her legs outside Estelle's legs, her head resting between breasts. Estelle hung her own legs over the ends of the armrests, then drew Angie's legs back to lay them outside her own. She told Ginger to get the panties. Ginger knelt, feeling a bit uncomfortable about digging in Angie's pussy, but she set about the task, reaching in, pinching the material between two fingers, and pulling slowly. The sopping wet material emerged gradually. Ginger held it aloft between the two fingers. Estelle said, "Yes, that's perfect. Now stuff them up your cunt."

"WHAT?"

"You heard me. Stuff them up your cunt. Take off your clothes and stuff them up your cunt."

Ginger, blushing profusely, began undoing buttons, snaps and zippers. As the clothing fell away, Estelle said, "You didn't actually think my Cindy would suck on panties that had touched a Roberts cunt, do you? Come, now, Ginger. I'm insulted."

While rolling pantyhose down her legs, Ginger apologetically said, "Well, I wasn't sure, but I'd never doubt you, Estelle."

"Yes, but you believed that ridiculous story when you knew I was just saying those things to excite Angie. You have insulted me and my daughter."

Ginger unhooked her bra, saying, "I'm so sorry, Estelle. I meant no disrespect."

"Well, you'd better show me how sorry you are."

Ginger quickly shimmied out of her panties and assumed a wide-legged stance. She immediately began stuffing the panties up her snatch, saying, "Oh, I will. I'll do anything. See, it's all in."

"Okay, now move up here so Angie can get them out with her teeth."

Ginger moved right up, having to climb up over both, standing on the edge of the seat and squatting over Angie's face. Angie used her fingers to pull a piece of material out so she could get her teeth over it. She eagerly performed the obscene task, not the least bit shy about doing so. She pressed her face in tight and nibbled the material out slowly, occasionally drawing back her head to give Estelle a good view, then munching her way up the cloth to her mother's cunt. In this way, Angie captured the panties in her mouth. She used her fingers to stuff it well inside.

Estelle then said, "Now you kiss her and get them in your mouth."

Ginger got down and leaned over them for the kiss. Their open mouths made a seal and Angie pushed the panties into her mother's mouth while Ginger gobbled them in. When the transfer was complete, Estelle said, "Now, use your mouth to put them back in Angie's cunt."

Ginger dropped to her knees and pressed her mouth firmly between Angie's pussy lips. With a little difficulty, she managed the obscene task, then sat back to look at the sight of two beavers, one right over the other. To her surprise, Estelle said, "Show Angie how pleased you are with her. Kiss her pussy, Ginger."

Angie looked to her mother, trying to stifle a smile. Finally, Ginger dropped to her knees and delivered a quick peck. Estelle said, "Oh, come now. She earned better than that. She earned a long, deep French kiss right up the hole." Ginger returned and delivered the required kiss, inserting her tongue, pushing the panties deeper and holding the kiss, waiting for a sign from Estelle that she was satisfied. The sign never came.

When Angie slid her hands down to part her pussy lips and began wiggling her hips to stimulate movement, Ginger took the hint and gave Estelle what she wanted to see, giving Angie what she wanted to feel. She ate her daughter's pussy like a pro. She sucked her clit to orgasm, then remained to lap her hole. She finished with long dog laps up her daughter's slit from asshole to clit.

When Ginger went low for another pass, she placed her palms on the insides of Estelle's thighs and began her pass by licking up Estelle's slit, then on to Angie's anus, then up Angie's slit. Each time, she went lower on Estelle until her tongue started at Estelle's anus and ended at Angie's clit. Estelle patted Angie's butt, saying, "Hop down, kiddo. Your mother and I have some unfinished business to attend to." Angie climbed off. Ginger sat back on her heels.

Estelle stood, lifted the front of her skirt to her middle, and moved up to Ginger, bringing her cunt to Ginger's mouth with her feet planted wide. Angie came alongside to watch. Ginger ran her hands up the backs of Estelle's thighs and pulled her face in tight to the crotch. She nuzzled her face in the wet beaver and planted loving kisses to the clit and slavish licks up the slit. Angie got on her knees between them and brought her face close to the action, almost cheek to cheek with her mother.

Far from inhibiting Ginger, having her daughter watch from so near drove her on. She scooted further under, between Estelle's legs, and reached up under the skirt to grasp her hips, pulling her face up from below to center her mouth at the hole. While Estelle ground her cunt on the face, Ginger wallowed her face in the cunt, inspiring Estelle to say, "It's about time you properly demonstrated your devotion to my cunt, Ginger. You know your proper place now, don't you?" Ginger nodded into the pussy, sucking as much of the cunt in her mouth as she could get.

She sucked and tongued the pussy. Fluids poured in her mouth, lots of fluid. The fluid flowed like piss. Ginger swallowed and her mouth filled again right away. Soon, she was sucking and swallowing as fast as she could, trying to keep up with the flow. Estelle emptied her bladder in Ginger's mouth. She let Ginger give her cunt a few more licks, then pushed her head away. She stood back, turned her back to Ginger and waited.

Ginger looked at the skirt-covered ass in her face for a second before it dawned on her what Estelle wanted. Angie realized first, and raised the hem to expose the white moons of Estelle's ass. Ginger used her hands to spread the cheeks, then pressed her face in tight, seeking the anus with her tongue. She found it and probed deep. She slid her hands around to the front and gripped Estelle's hip bones to pull her face in tight. She pushed her tongue as far up Estelle's ass as she could while Angie helped by prying the cheeks apart for her.

Angie moved to the front and dipped her head under Estelle's skirt. She licked her way up each thigh and licked her mother's chin in the process. This was Ginger's first indication that Angie was involved. Her hands moved down and encountered Angie's head. Excited by the knowledge that Angie would take this act upon herself. Ginger cupped her daughter's face and pulled it in tight to Estelle's cunt. She then pulled Estelle's cunt lips open for Angie as Angie did likewise with Estelle's ass cheeks. Estelle rocked her loins between the two females who were slavishly attending her intimate regions.

Estelle said, "This is marvelous, mother and daughter paying their respects. Tongue-fuck my asshole, Ginger. Fuck your daughter's face in my cunt like a good Roberts whore. Go, father fucker. Show Angie your talents. Teach her how to fuck her father the way you did. Yeah, I knew that would excite you. Now you're fucking my ass good. Get on my clit, Angie."

Ginger moved her hands into a position to open Estelle's cunt to her daughter's hungry mouth. Estelle cried out, "Suck a climax out of me. That's it, girl. Suck! Suck! Ohhhhh ... Yessss! Fuck yes. Lick that pussy, girl. Help her out, Mommy."

Estelle enjoyed a delicious climax, then raised her right leg straight up, hugging it to her side with one arm while holding a clothes rack for support with the other. In this position, her crotch was a flat open plane that both mouths could work effectively in. From front and rear, they lapped at Estelle's pussy hole, their tongues dueling at the entrance. When Ginger had her tongue in the hole, Angie licked her mother's lips and tongue. Ginger did likewise when Angie was in. Estelle taunted, "That's it, girls, lick that pussy good; show your stuff; show me what you're good for; eat my pussy, you cunt hungry sluts!"

Estelle's insulting words only drove them on. They were both trying to get their tongues inside at the same time, and succeeding. Two mouths and a pussy merged into one passionate soul kiss with tongues darting from mouth to pussy and back. Two tongues entwined like eels, fucking in a wet pussy. Estelle swooned, "Oh, you nasty bitches. Keep that up. Play with each others' tits."

Ginger reached over and roughly fondled Angie's right tit. Angie sought out her mother's nipple. She found it fast and pinched it. She rolled it between her thumb and index finger. Ginger did the same to Angie's. Estelle got tired of her position after ten minutes and reluctantly brought her leg down and stepped away. Angie and Ginger stopped the kissing, but held each other by a tit.

Estelle sat in the chair and said, "Don't stop. Show me some hot mother/daughter lesbian action."

They needed no further prompting. They resumed their passionate kissing, bringing both hands into play. Ginger reached between Angie's legs and fingered her pussy. Angie's hand got between her mother's legs and fingered her pussy as hers was fingered by her mother. Ginger went to the floor on her back so that her head was toward Estelle, then rolled Angie on top of her. Angie quickly spun over to reverse their positions and straddled her mother's head as she buried her face in her mother's pussy.

The two went at each other like sex-starved lesbians. Ginger tilted her head back to look right at Estelle. She stuck her tongue far out, sticking straight up. Angie fucked her cunt on her mother's tongue like a lusty whore riding a stiff prick, humping and grinding her cunt up and down on her mother's tongue. Ginger pulled her daughter's cheeks apart to heighten the visual spectacle for Estelle, making her smile. Estelle got the hot mother/daughter lesbian act she wanted in spades. After their mutual climax, she got up and walked out.

After Estelle left, the two slowly drifted apart. They dressed without speaking. Ginger put her panties and pantyhose in her purse, so Angie did likewise. Once dressed, Ginger looked to Angie and said, "I don't want to talk about this, ever. It never happened, do you understand?"

"What never happened, Mom?"

"Good. Let's lock up and get out of here."

They dressed, locked up, and got in the car. Nothing was said for two blocks, then Ginger said, "I just want to say one thing before nothing happened. This does not mean you're a lesbian, Angie."

"I know."

Ginger looked to her with curious eyes, then said, "How do you know?"

"I just know. I don't think about those things. I still won't."

"Good. Let's just forget it. It's forgotten."

"Fine."

"Fine? What do you mean by, 'Fine?' What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing. I'm fine with forgetting."

"Look, I want to get one thing straight, first. I did those things because Estelle expected me to. She expected me to act like I liked it. That's the only reason."

"I understand. Let's just forget it."

They drove three more blocks in silence. At a red light, Ginger said, "I left you an opening. You're supposed to say you did it because Estelle expected you to."

"But that's not why I did it. That was it in the beginning."

"And later on?"

"I liked it."

"Damn! Why can't I say that? Why are you so open and guiltless, and I feel like burying my head? We both did the same thing. All right, damnit. I liked it too. There, I said it. Now we can forget it."

"Till next time."

Ginger laughed nervously, looked to Angie, smiled warmly, and said, "Yeah, until next time. It really was good, wasn't it, Angie?"

"Yeah, all of it."

"Are you looking forward to next time?"

"Yeah, aren't you?"

"To be honest, Yes! Yes! Yes! You know, I'm glad this is out in the open. After all the sex play that has gone on with you, me, and Estelle in that back room over the years, I am finally glad we got down and just did it. Trying to pretend nothing abnormal was going on while getting fingered by that woman, or watching her getting your vagina sopping wet for Cindy. You have no idea how hard it was to stay reserved and professional during all that. What was worse was looking you in the eye afterward. Now I can look you in the eye."

"Or the pussy?"

Ginger laughed and said, "You are developing a pottie mouth."

Angie turned abruptly in her seat to face her mother and said, "Speaking of pottie mouth, did Estelle pee in your mouth?"

"Oh, shit! You noticed?"

"I saw you swallowing like crazy, yes."

"She did. She emptied her bladder while I was sucking her vagina."

"Wow, that's heavy. She peed in my mouth too, but just a little."

"She did, huh? Did you swallow it?"

"Yes."

"Did you know it was pee?"

"Yes I knew. How could you not know? Her stream hit the back of my throat. I got a mouthful."

"Come on, Angie. It didn't bother you that she peed in your mouth?"

"No way. I thought it was great. I even sucked on her pee hole to get more. All I got were little squirts, but at least she knew I wanted more. I sucked hard on her pee hole and tickled at it with my tongue tip. She got the message. I could feel her straining. She tried, there just wasn't any left."

"I know, I'll bet I drank a quart. You are incredible, Angie. I never knew you had such a lusty nature."

"You too. It really turned you on when she called you a father fucker, didn't it."

Ginger recoiled out of habit. She said, "You are treading on sensitive ground now, Angie. Oh, what the hell! Why hide that now. As if you didn't know. Yes, it turned me on. Yes it's true. It still is true. At least once a week it's true."

"Yeah, I kind of thought so. He must be good."

"Yes, he is, but that's not why I see him. My mother trained me, conditioned me. I can't stop. I've tried; I can't. The only comfort I take is that he isn't my biological father. Big deal, huh?"

"I think so. He's still your father. We all think of him as your father. Everyone does."

"Do you disapprove?"

"No, of course not. I think it's neat. I think it's even neater that it has gone on all these years, and he got you pregnant."

"Yeah, four times and still trying."

"So he is my father. I thought so. That's great. Does Daddy know?"

"Yes, he knows everything. I can tell him anything. I'll tell him what happened today. As long as we keep Estelle happy, he's happy."

"He ought to be happy then, because we sure know how to keep her happy."

"Yeah, by groveling in her crotch."

"We do grovel well, especially when we grovel together."

"Look, I hope you don't expect things will change between us outside of that room. This makes no difference on that score. You understand that, don't you?"

"Yeah, Jennifer is still your favorite. I understand."

"Well, I'm not going to deny that. She is. If you must know, I treat you like a red-headed step child because I was raised that way. You are getting the same treatment I got while growing up. It's just the cross you have to bear, like I had to bear mine. In a way, I picked you to live my life. I identify with you. In that way, you are my favorite if that makes you feel any better."

"It does. At least now, I know why. That helps a lot. We are a lot alike, you know? We both like eating Greyson pussy and each other."

"That was something, wasn't it? Both of us fighting to get our tongues up her twat at the same time, licking each other's tongues, licking pussy together, doing each other in front of her. I love humbling myself before that woman. I don't know why, but I do. I can't get low enough. I will enjoy seeing you do the same for Cindy. You should worship that girl's cunt. She's twice the beauty you are."

"Mom, stop it. You're getting me all horny again. I love hearing you talk dirty."

"Yeah, I'll bet that is a shocker for you. Did you ever in your life hear me say, pussy or twat?"

"I've never heard you say piss, now we drink it from a pussy."

"Now you're making me horny."

"Let's go back to the store."

Ginger looked to Angie as their driveway loomed ahead. She smiled and said, "Do you really want to?"

Angie slid up next to her mother. She put one arm around her shoulder and ran the other up her thigh and into her crotch, squeezing the pulpy lips. She brought her mouth to her ear, licked, and said, "I want to squat on your face. I want to suck on your cunt. I want to suck on your piss hole and tickle the hole with my tongue like this."

Ginger hit the brakes and whipped a uey.

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