Yvette stumbled through the doorway, trying, unsuccessfully, to be quiet before tripping over her own fundament and stumbling against the wall falling to the trading floor.

The visible light in the foyer snapped on stinging Yvette's centre while she tried to make out the two ( ? ) figures standing beside her.

"A fiddling belatedly isn't it ?"asked her father's spokesperson"And is that alcohol I smell ?"

"Could be, I think person might have spilt a boozing on Me."came the slurred, mumbled reply.

"More probable in you, and do you realize what time it is ?"the vocalisation asked continuing to interrogate her.

"No, I think I lost my sentinel. Can I go to bed now ; we can babble in the morning if you still want to."Yvette stammered trying to climb to her feet.

"Oh, we'll public lecture, and more, but not until you regain plenty senses to understand."came a voice that vaguely sounded like her female parent's.

The vague digit helped her to her understructure. Once she was upright, the source of the female voice ( Mom ? ) held Yvette around the waist with her right arm, grabbing the front of Yvette's belt for a house grip, while the source of the manly voice ( Dad ? ) wrapped Yvette's other arm over her Mom's left berm where her Mom held it firmly to keep Yvette upright.

As Yvette's Mom led-dragged Yvette to her bedroom, Yvette's arm dangled and bounced, despite the firm delay of it, eventually landing it's on a firm, meaty mound that Yvette's fingers started to massage adding"Nice moms, no wonder dad wants so much buck private time with you."before tweaking her Mom's slightly protruding mammilla,"form'a feels like Josie's ”.

Yvette's Mom yanked away the offending deal and stared at her girl in shock. ‘ How could Yvette pass water a gossip like that ? Who was Josie ?'and ‘ How does her daughter know what Josie's tit felt like'wondered the female parent before saying,"I think we need a much longer talk than expected, and on more content than just your demeanor tonight."before dropping Yvette on the bed.

She helped her daughter disrobe, undoing the jeans and pulling them down as Yvette giggled.

"What's the rush,"Yvette slurred and giggled,"not even any arousal ?"

Mom stepped back in electric shock realizing Yvette did not know who was undressing her. She was so sot she must have thought she was having one of her sapphic spree ( Mom had known for sometime her girl was gay ) and an appropriate penalty for her girl began to imprint in her mind as she disrobed Yvette of all but her G-string scanty before covering her with a blanket and leaving.

The adjacent dawning, after her husband left for work, Mom checked on Yvette and, satisfied she was still asleep, went to do some ‘ special'shopping.

By the prison term she returned, she found Yvette, still wearing only her panties, in the kitchen making coffee.

"Oh, hey Mom,"Yvette said nonchalantly,"where'd you go ?"

"You'll find out soon enough,"Mom said in a stern, threatening phonation,"first, let's discuss last night."

"zero to talk over, just had one or two or sixteen too many."

"And that's your excuse for hitting on your mother ?"

Yvette whipped her face to look at her mother, than quickly grabbed her capitulum from the pain her hangover created.

"I WHAT ? ? ?"

"You felt me up and made progress of a homosexual nature."

Tears were forming in Yvette's eyes as she tried to apologise,"Mom, I'm sorry, I mean I didn't know what I was doing, I mean, well, I was drunk, and, even at your age, you are a physically attractive woman, and ”.
Mom stopped her right there saying,"I don't care, not at all. I haven't seen you that drunkard since you were a kid sneaking off to parties, and what happened then ?"

"Mom, I'm twenty yr old, much too old for a spanking."

"We'll see about that."Mom answered reaching into her shopping bag and pulling out a thick, wooden ruler before taking Yvette by the hand and pulled her into the life way bending her over the arm of the couch.
Unexpectedly, not believing her mother would do it, Yvette felt the insect bite of the wooden rule across her ass cheeks, then the holdover nuisance in her head as she snapped in back in response.

Instantly, one handwriting went to massage the pain in her header while the early went to rub the pain away from her ass.

Mom saw this and took the hand reaching for Yvette's ass and twisted it behind Yvette's back, forcing her to stick in her current position. She then placed a knee on the couch to immobilize Yvette's other arm from reaching back.

A second sting of the rule marked Yvette's ass and again her nous snapped back causing her hangover headache to discomfort her as much as the punishing ruler.

A third gear sting, then a fourth and a fifth. Mom, using as much strength as she could muster, continued using the ruler until Yvette's ass was completely covered with red and purple coloring.

She let go of Yvette's arm and stood up. Yvette shot her script to knead her ass but before they reached their target, mom blocked them.

"On the back of your head."Mom ordered guiding Yvette's manpower away from her ass.

"What ?"Yvette managed through her sobs.

"Put your hands on the binding of your head and hold open them there."

Yvette did as she was told asking,"For how yearn ?"

"Until I say otherwise, and if you move them, we'll repeat this trivial scenario, over and over again until you get it right."

Yvette placed her hands as ordered. She had heard this tone of voice from her mother before and knew the given aftermath of disobeying would be worse.

"halt like that until I return."Her female parent added before picking up the shopping bag and going to her room.

For what seemed an timelessness Yvette lay face down bent over the frame, focusing on the respective colors of the fabric, the texture or anything she could trying to hold open from thinking, unsuccessfully, about the pain radiating from her ass when, finally, her mother returned.

Yvette stared in electrical shock. Her female parent returned carrying a feeding bottle of baby-oil and wearing cypher but ... .. A STRAP-ON ? ? ? ?

She quickly rose to her substructure but just as quickly returned to her ‘ punishment'stead at the run-in ‘ back the way you were or I'll get the swayer and we can start all over again. ’, coming from her mother. She watched as her mother dripping baby oil along the scape of the business end of the strap-on before rubbing it thoroughly over the stallion surface.

"Going to hit on me ? Me, a still attractive woman, even at my age, flattering I suppose. Well, let's just see what an older woman can do for you."Mom said as she wiped the remaining child oil on her custody along, and into, Yvette's exposed slit.

Yvette shivered at her mother's kissing of this expanse, she often had early women lick or finger her, but never had she been fucked with a strap-on, let alone doggy-style.

A groan escaped Yvette's backtalk as her mother's finger's breadth started to lubricate deeper and deeper into her and her body began to release its own natural juices as her clitoris was rubbed.

"Oh,"her female parent teased,"this feels more than ready"before pulling her fingers out from the tight outer space and slowly entered the embrocate extraterrestrial being between her daughter's legs.

As Yvette's mother mounted her daughter, she bent herself forward until her hardened nipple felt the warmth of Yvette's skin before starting her tardily in-and-out fucking of her daughter letting her nipples teasing and massage Yvette's back. She heard Yvette beg ‘ Mom'and not being able to distinguish if this was a cry of help, ecstasy or need, increased the rhythm of her insight of her girl. When the Holy Writ, ‘ fuck me gripe'escaped Yvette's lips, her mother's stroking pacing decreased and Yvette begged,"Please, faster ”.

"Shut up,"her mother replied,"you're my beef and I'll nooky you the way I want, or not at all ... DECIDE."

Yvette needed satisfaction, badly, and she knew it answering,'Yes Mommy, any way you want'while hoping her complicity would foreclose her mother from stopping.

Feeling Yvette's legs tremble with excitement and impending orgasm, Mom wet her right index finger and used it to dog circles around Yvette's right nipple causing Yvette to thrust her hips toward her mother hoping for deep penetration.

't's sentence .'Mom thought and started driving deeper and faster into Yvette, doing all she could to tease her daughter, please her daughter, feeling her daughter plate that orgasmic sight until, when Yvette neared the crown, mom pulled out and said,"Me first."
Yvette left the put, dropped to her knee, pushed the strap-on, as well as she could, from her mother's privates and pass her tongue trench into the cunt she wanted so badly to taste when she felt her hair pulling her away from her mother and a smacking insulting her buttock before being thrown to the floor.

"Not what I want gripe,"her mother screamed at her as she let go of Yvette's pilus and bent over the redact,"I'm an anal whore ... .. Do me, or neither of us gets what she wants."

As much as she was disgusted by the thinking of licking her mother's ass gob, Yvette needed atonement, and knowing this was the only way she could get it, she quickly moved behind her mother and darted her tongue in and out of her mother's anus as deep and quick as she could while her mother reached back between her own legs and teased playfully with Yvette's clitoris, keeping her daughter on the edge of an orgasm.

It didn't take long before mom achieved her second orgasm and this was followed by grabbing her daughter's haircloth and, after throwing her over the arm of the lounge, impaling her with the strap-on and fucking her until Yvette rode through her showtime multi-orgasmic pleasuring,

Yvette, near unconscious from hug drug, lay over the arm of the sofa when her mother withdrew the strap-on from her daughter and began re-oiling it.

"No more mom,"Yvette managed to gasp out through her heavy panting,"my pussy can't take another go."

"Not a problem."her female parent answered while pulling Yvette's ass cheeks apart and thrusting savagely through her daughter's anus and deep into her bowels.

Yvette let out a scream of pain as her mother slammed the strap-on in and out with all the strength she had. Despite being so tired from the previous onslaught of orgasms, Yvette managed to lift her speed body pressing her hands against the couch causation her backrest to arc

"Ow, mom, my ass."Yvette cried as her mother's hips continued to pound against the still bruised globes on either side of the torturing ‘ toy'she was using on her girl,"Please, please,"Yvette continued to plead in response to the additional agony, but as anal retentive shelling continued, Yvette's plea softened to'please, yes, yes, please, delight'which continued until a deep-throat, grunted ‘ yes'was released and Yvette gyrated into an climax jamming her ass hard against her mother's hips before once again collapsing on the couch.

Mom withdrew the informant of Yvette's satisfaction then grabbed her daughter by the berm and flopped her onto the floor saying, ‘ Get showered and get dressed, we have housework to do."

"Sure,"Yvette answered from the floor trying to regain her military posture,"just let me rest first."and curling up to bring a nap, Yvette panted into near unconsciousness, only to be forced awake as a brute blow from the ruler added another wheal to her clobber ass.

"I mean NOW."Her mother shouted and at this, Yvette ran to do as instructed.

"So,"Yvette's father asked over supper that night,"what's on the schedule this evening ?"

"A nursing bottle of wine,"Mom answered giving dad a sly grinning,"a movie, and maybe some, ‘ private sentence'” add a wink.

"And you Yvette ? He asked his daughter smiling at his wife.

"Seriously thinking of getting drunk, really, really drunk. ”