Yvette stumbled through the door, trying, unsuccessfully, to be quiesce before tripping over her own feet and stumbling against the wall falling to the storey.

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

"A little late isn't it ?"asked her founding father's voice"And is that alcohol I smell ?"

"Could be, I think somebody might take spilt a crapulence on Me."came the slurred, mumbled reply.

"More belike in you, and do you pull in what time it is ?"the vocalisation asked continuing to interrogate 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 rise to her feet.

"Oh, we'll public lecture, and More, but not until you regain plenty senses to understand."came a interpreter that vaguely sounded like her mother's.

The vague soma helped her to her feet. Once she was upright, the source of the female voice ( Mom ? ) held Yvette around the waistline with her powerful arm, grabbing the presence of Yvette's belt for a firm travelling bag, while the author of the male vocalisation ( Dad ? ) wrapped Yvette's other arm over her Mom's left shoulder joint where her Mom held it firmly to retain Yvette upright.

As Yvette's Mom led-dragged Yvette to her bedroom, Yvette's arm dangled and bounced, despite the firm hold of it, eventually landing it's on a firm, meaty mound that Yvette's finger started to knead adding"Nice mom, no wonderment dad wants so a great deal private time with you."before tweaking her Mom's slightly jutting tit,"kind'a feels like Josie's ”.

Yvette's Mom yanked away the offending deal and stared at her daughter in stupor. ‘ How could Yvette make a comment 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 let the cat out of the bag than expected, and on more subjects than just your behavior tonight."before dropping Yvette on the bed.

She helped her girl disrobe, undoing the dungaree and pulling them down as Yvette giggled.

"What's the bang,"Yvette slurred and giggled,"not even any stimulation ?"

Mom stepped back in shock absorber realizing Yvette did not know who was undressing her. She was so drink she must have got thought she was having one of her lesbian crack ( Mom had known for sometime her daughter was gay ) and an appropriate punishment for her daughter began to form in her judgment as she disrobed Yvette of all but her lash pantie before covering her with a blanket and leaving.

The next aurora, after her hubby left for employment, Mom checked on Yvette and, satisfied she was still asleep, went to do some ‘ special'shopping.

By the fourth dimension she returned, she found Yvette, still wearing only her panty, 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, sullen vocalisation,"first, let's discuss last night."

"cypher to discuss, just had one or two or sixteen too many."

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

Yvette whipped her human face to look at her female parent, than quickly grabbed her head teacher from the hurting her katzenjammer created.

"I WHAT ? ? ?"

"You felt me up and made cash advance of a gay 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 sot since you were a kid sneaking off to company, and what happened then ?"

"Mom, I'm twenty old age 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 ruler before taking Yvette by the hired man and pulled her into the living way bending her over the arm of the couch.
Unexpectedly, not believing her mother would do it, Yvette felt the sting of the wooden ruler across her ass impudence, then the hangover painfulness in her head as she snapped in back in response.

Instantly, one hand went to knead the annoyance in her head while the early went to rub the pain away from her ass.

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

A secondment sting of the ruler marked Yvette's ass and again her head snapped back causing her holdover concern to discomfort her as much as the punishing ruler.

A third sting, then a fourth and a fifth. Mom, using as often strong point 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 manpower to massage 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 workforce on the vertebral column of your nous and keep them there."

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

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

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

"Stay 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 lounge, focusing on the various colors of the material, the grain or anything she could trying to celebrate from thinking, unsuccessfully, about the pain radiating from her ass when, finally, her mother returned.

Yvette stared in shock absorber. Her mother returned carrying a bottle of baby-oil and wearing nada but ... .. A STRAP-ON ? ? ? ?

She quickly rose to her feet but just as quickly returned to her ‘ punishment'situation at the words ‘ back the way you were or I'll get the ruler and we can set about all over again. ’, coming from her mother. She watched as her mother dripping baby oil along the light beam of the business organization 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 sure-enough womanhood can do for you."Mom said as she wiped the remaining babe oil on her manus along, and into, Yvette's exposed slit.

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

A groan escaped Yvette's lips as her mother's finger started to lube deeper and deeper into her and her organic structure began to let go its own born juices as her clit was rubbed.

"Oh,"her female parent teased,"this feels to a greater extent than quick"before pulling her fingers out from the blotto space and slowly entered the oiled unknown between her girl'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 slow in-and-out piece of ass of her daughter letting her pap flirt and massage Yvette's back. She heard Yvette beg ‘ Mom'and not being able to severalize if this was a cry of assist, ecstasy or need, increased the rhythm method of her penetration of her girl. When the password, ‘ fuck me bitch'escaped Yvette's lips, her mother's stroking pace decreased and Yvette begged,"Please, faster ”.

"Shut up,"her female parent replied,"you're my bitch and I'll fuck you the way I want, or not at all ... DECIDE."

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

Feeling Yvette's legs tremble with excitement and impending orgasm, Mom wet her right index finger's breadth and used it to go after lot around Yvette's mightily nipple causing Yvette to shove her hips toward her mother hoping for deeply penetration.

't's time .'Mom thought and started driving deeper and faster into Yvette, doing all she could to tease her daughter, please her daughter, feeling her daughter scale leaf that orgasmic mountain until, when Yvette neared the peak, mom pulled out and said,"Me first."
Yvette left the lounge, dropped to her knees, pushed the strap-on, as well as she could, from her mother's genitalia and drop down her glossa deep into the slit she wanted so badly to gustatory modality when she felt her hairsbreadth pulling her away from her mother and a slap insulting her cheek before being thrown to the floor.

"Not what I want kick,"her mother screamed at her as she let go of Yvette's hair and hang over the couch,"I'm an anal retentive cyprian ... .. Do me, or neither of us gets what she wants."

As much as she was disgusted by the intellection of licking her female parent's ass muddle, Yvette needed satisfaction, and knowing this was the but way she could get it, she quickly moved behind her mother and darted her tongue in and out of her mother's anus as rich and immediate as she could while her mother reached back between her own legs and teased playfully with Yvette's clitoris, keeping her girl on the edge of an orgasm.

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

Yvette, near unconscious mind from transport, 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 heave out through her heavy panting,"my cunt can't take another go."

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

Yvette let out a scream of infliction as her mother slammed the strap-on in and out with all the strength she had. Despite being so tired from the former bombardment of coming, Yvette managed to vacate her upper trunk pressing her hand against the couch causing her back to arch

"Ow, mom, my ass."Yvette cried as her female parent's pelvic arch continued to lbf. against the still bruised globes on either side of the torturing ‘ toy'she was using on her daughter,"Please, please,"Yvette continued to plead in response to the additional agony, but as anal barrage continued, Yvette's pleas softened to'please, yes, yes, please, delight'which continued until a deep-throat, grunted ‘ yes'was released and Yvette gyrated into an orgasm jamming her ass hard against her female parent's hips before once again collapsing on the couch.

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

"Sure,"Yvette answered from the level trying to regain her potency,"just let me rest first."and curling up to take a nap, Yvette panted into near unconsciousness, only to be forced awake as a savage blow from the ruler 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 schedule this eve ?"

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

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

"Seriously thinking of getting wino, really, really drink in. ”