Yvette ( 0 )


Yvette stumbled through the door, trying, unsuccessfully, to be quiet before tripping over her own human foot and stumbling against the wall falling to the story.

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

"A piffling late isn't it ?"asked her don's vox"And is that alcohol I smell ?"

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

"More likely in you, and do you recognize what time it is ?"the voice asked continuing to question her.

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

"Oh, we'll public lecture, and to a greater extent, but not until you regain enough horse sense to understand."came a interpreter that vaguely sounded like her female parent's.

The vague figures helped her to her understructure. Once she was just, the origin of the female voice ( Mom ? ) held Yvette around the waist with her flop arm, grabbing the nominal head of Yvette's belt ammunition for a firm grip, while the source of the male voice ( Dad ? ) wrapped Yvette's other arm over her Mom's left shoulder where her Mom held it firmly to hold open Yvette upright.

As Yvette's Mom led-dragged Yvette to her bedroom, Yvette's arm dangled and bounced, despite the business firm hold of it, eventually landing it's on a firm, meaty pitcher that Yvette's fingerbreadth started to knead adding"Nice mom, no wonderment dad wants so much buck private fourth dimension with you."before tweaking her Mom's slightly pouch nipple,"Kind'a feels like Josie's ”.

Yvette's Mom yanked away the outrage hand and stared at her daughter in shock. ‘ How could Yvette construct a comment like that ? Who was Josie ?'and ‘ How does her daughter know what Josie's tit felt like'wondered the mother before saying,"I think we need a much longer talk than expected, and on More subjects than just your demeanour 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 shock realizing Yvette did not know who was undressing her. She was so drunk she must have thought she was having one of her gay woman fling ( Mom had known for sometime her daughter was gay ) and an allow penalty for her daughter began to form in her mind as she disrobed Yvette of all but her thong panties before covering her with a blanket and leaving.

The next 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 time 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 unforgiving, threatening voice,"first, let's discus last night."

"Nothing to discuss, just had one or two or sixteen too many."

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

Yvette whipped her side to await at her mother, than quickly grabbed her point from the painfulness her hangover created.

"I WHAT ? ? ?"

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

Tears were forming in Yvette's oculus as she tried to apologize,"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 midst, wooden swayer before taking Yvette by the script and pulled her into the living room bending her over the arm of the couch.
Unexpectedly, not believing her mother would do it, Yvette felt the bunko game of the wooden ruler across her ass cheeks, then the hangover nuisance in her school principal as she snapped in back in response.

Instantly, one hand went to rub down the painful sensation in her head while the former went to rub the pain away from her ass.

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

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

A tierce sting, then a fourth and a fifth. Mom, using as much metier as she could come up, 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 hands to massage her ass but before they reached their target, mom blocked them.

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

"What ?"Yvette managed through her sobs.

"Put your hands on the back of your head and keep them there."

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

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

Yvette placed her hands as ordered. She had heard this feeling of vox from her mother before and knew the given outcome of disobeying would be worse.

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

For what seemed an eternity Yvette lay face down bent over the redact, focusing on the various colors of the material, the texture or anything she could trying to keep open from cerebration, unsuccessfully, about the pain sensation radiating from her ass when, finally, her mother returned.

Yvette stared in blow. Her mother returned carrying a bottleful of baby-oil and wearing nothing but ... .. A STRAP-ON ? ? ? ?

She quickly rose to her substructure but just as quickly returned to her ‘ punishment'location at the Son ‘ back the way you were or I'll get the rule and we can start all over again. ’, coming from her mother. She watched as her female parent dripping baby oil along the shaft of the commercial enterprise end of the strap-on before rubbing it thoroughly over the intact 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 elderly cleaning woman can do for you."Mom said as she wiped the remaining baby oil on her hands along, and into, Yvette's exposed slit.

Yvette shivered at her female parent's petting of this domain, she often had early woman lick or finger her, but never had she been fucked with a strap-on, let alone doggy-style.

A groan escaped Yvette's sassing as her mother's finger's breadth started to lubricate deeper and deeper into her and her body began to unloosen its own natural juice as her clit 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 oiled alien 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 peel before starting her obtuse in-and-out fucking of her girl letting her tit tease and massage Yvette's back. She heard Yvette beg ‘ Mom'and not being capable to discover if this was a cry of help, ecstasy or motivation, increased the beat of her insight of her daughter. When the speech, ‘ fuck me beef'escaped Yvette's lips, her mother's stroking tempo decreased and Yvette begged,"Please, faster ”.

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

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

Feeling Yvette's legs tremble with exhilaration and impending orgasm, Mom wet her right index finger and used it to trail circles around Yvette's good teat causing Yvette to thrust her hips toward her female parent hoping for cryptical penetration.

't's clip .'Mom thought and started driving deeper and faster into Yvette, doing all she could to tease her girl, delight her girl, feeling her daughter graduated table that orgasmic slew until, when Yvette neared the top, mom pulled out and said,"Me first."
Yvette left the redact, dropped to her stifle, pushed the strap-on, as well as she could, from her mother's private and sunk her natural language oceanic abyss into the slit she wanted so badly to taste when she felt her fuzz pulling her away from her mother and a slap insulting her cheek before being thrown to the floor.

"Not what I want squawk,"her female parent screamed at her as she let go of Yvette's hair and hang over the couch,"I'm an anal fancy woman ... .. Do me, or neither of us gets what she wants."

As much as she was disgusted by the thought of licking her mother's ass golf hole, Yvette needed satisfaction, and knowing this was the only way she could get it, she quickly moved behind her female parent and darted her spit in and out of her mother's anus as mysterious and quickly as she could while her mother reached back between her own legs and teased playfully with Yvette's clit, keeping her girl on the edge of an orgasm.

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

Yvette, near unconscious from rapture, lay over the arm of the couch 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 backbreaking panting,"my pussy can't take another go."

"Not a problem."her mother answered while pulling Yvette's ass brass apart and thrusting savagely through her daughter's anus and abstruse into her bowels.

Yvette let out a screech of pain sensation as her female parent slammed the strap-on in and out with all the military strength she had. Despite being so tired from the premature onslaught of orgasm, Yvette managed to hook her speed body pressing her work force against the couch causing her back to arch

"Ow, mom, my ass."Yvette cried as her mother's hips continued to British pound against the still bruised Earth on either position of the torturing ‘ toy'she was using on her daughter,"Please, please,"Yvette continued to plead in response to the extra agony, but as anal battery continued, Yvette's pleas softened to'please, yes, yes, please, please'which continued until a deep-throat, grunted ‘ yes'was released and Yvette gyrated into an orgasm jamming her ass hard against her mother's pelvic girdle before once again collapsing on the couch.

Mom withdrew the source of Yvette's satisfaction then grabbed her girl by the shoulder 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 strength,"just let me lie first."and curling up to take a nap, Yvette panted into near unconsciousness, only to be forced awake as a wildcat blow from the swayer added another weal to her battered 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 agenda this evening ?"

"A feeding bottle of wine,"Mom answered giving dad a sly grinning,"a motion-picture show, and maybe some, ‘ private fourth dimension'” add a wink.

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

"Seriously thought process of getting rummy, really, really drunk. ”
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