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

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

"A fiddling of late isn't it ?"asked her Father-God's spokesperson"And is that alcohol I smell ?"

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

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

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

"Oh, we'll talk of the town, and Sir Thomas More, but not until you regain decent weed to understand."came a voice that vaguely sounded like her female parent's.

The vague public figure helped her to her feet. Once she was upright, the source of the female vocalism ( Mom ? ) held Yvette around the waist with her right wing arm, grabbing the front of Yvette's belt for a firm suitcase, while the reservoir of the male voice ( Dad ? ) wrapped Yvette's other arm over her Mom's left shoulder where her Mom held it firmly to keep Yvette upright.

As Yvette's Mom led-dragged Yvette to her bedchamber, Yvette's arm dangled and bounced, despite the business firm keep of it, eventually landing it's on a house, meaty hill that Yvette's digit started to massage adding"Nice moms, no wonder dad wants so much private clock time with you."before tweaking her Mom's slightly protruding nipple,"sort'a tactile property like Josie's ”.

Yvette's Mom yanked away the pique deal and stared at her daughter in shock. ‘ 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 Mother before saying,"I think we need a much longer talk than expected, and on more content than just your behavior tonight."before dropping Yvette on the bed.

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

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

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

The adjacent morning, after her husband left for piece of work, Mom checked on Yvette and, satisfied she was still asleep, went to do some ‘ limited'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 keister, threatening voice,"first, let's discuss finale night."

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

"And that's your excuse for hitting on your female parent ?"

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

"I WHAT ? ? ?"

"You felt me up and made advance of a homophile nature."

Tears were forming in Yvette's eyes as she tried to excuse,"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 char, and ”.
Mom stopped her right there saying,"I don't care, not at all. I haven't seen you that inebriate since you were a kid sneaking off to parties, and what happened then ?"

"Mom, I'm twenty geezerhood 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 paw 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 flimflam of the wooden ruler across her ass boldness, then the holdover hurting in her capitulum as she snapped in back in response.

Instantly, one mitt went to knead the painful sensation in her point while the early 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 continue in her current position. She then placed a human knee on the lounge to block Yvette's early arm from reaching back.

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

A third base pang, then a 4th and a fifth. Mom, using as practically military posture as she could come up, continued using the swayer until Yvette's ass was completely covered with red and empurpled coloring.

She let go of Yvette's arm and stood up. Yvette shot her men to massage her ass but before they reached their prey, 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 deal on the backbone 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 trivial scenario, over and over again until you get it right."

Yvette placed her hands as ordered. She had heard this quality of vocalisation from her mother before and knew the given result of disobeying would be worse.

"hitch 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 couch, focusing on the versatile colour of the fabric, the texture or anything she could trying to keep from cerebration, unsuccessfully, about the pain radiating from her ass when, finally, her mother returned.

Yvette stared in seismic disturbance. Her mother returned carrying a bottle of baby-oil and wearing nil but ... .. A STRAP-ON ? ? ? ?

She quickly rose to her foot but just as quickly returned to her ‘ penalisation'position at the wrangle ‘ back the way you were or I'll get the swayer and we can start all over again. ’, coming from her female parent. She watched as her mother dripping baby oil along the shaft of the business end of the strap-on before rubbing it thoroughly over the entire 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 charwoman 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 mother's caressing of this area, she often had early charwoman lick or thumb her, but never had she been fucked with a strap-on, let alone doggy-style.

A groan escaped Yvette's lip as her mother's digit started to lubricate deeper and deeper into her and her consistency began to release its own natural juices as her clit was rubbed.

"Oh,"her female parent teased,"this feels more than ready"before pulling her fingerbreadth 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 harden nipple felt the fondness of Yvette's pelt before starting her slow in-and-out fucking of her daughter letting her nipples vamp and massage Yvette's back. She heard Yvette beg ‘ Mom'and not being able to describe if this was a cry of help, ecstasy or indigence, increased the speech rhythm of her penetration of her daughter. When the watchword, ‘ fuck me bitch'escaped Yvette's lips, her mother's stroking pacing 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 foreclose her mother from stopping.

Feeling Yvette's legs tremble with excitement and impending sexual climax, Mom wet her flop index finger and used it to trail R-2 around Yvette's right nipple causing Yvette to thrust her rosehip toward her mother hoping for deeper 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 girl scale of measurement that orgasmic flock until, when Yvette neared the peak, mom pulled out and said,"Me first."
Yvette left the sofa, dropped to her knees, pushed the strap-on, as well as she could, from her mother's private and sink her lingua deep into the twat 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 kick,"her mother screamed at her as she let go of Yvette's hair and set over the couch,"I'm an anal prostitute ... .. 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 mother and darted her tongue in and out of her mother's anus as deep and straightaway 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 foresighted before mom achieved her second sexual climax and this was followed by grabbing her daughter'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 first multi-orgasmic pleasuring,

Yvette, near unconscious from ecstasy, 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 puff out through her heavy panting,"my pussy can't take another go."

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

Yvette let out a shrieking of pain as her female parent slammed the strap-on in and out with all the strength she had. Despite being so tired from the previous onslaught of coming, Yvette managed to lift her amphetamine body pressing her hands against the frame causing her binding to curve

"Ow, mom, my ass."Yvette cried as her mother's hips continued to pound against the still bruised globes on either side of meat 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 barrage fire continued, Yvette's supplication 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 source of Yvette's satisfaction then grabbed her daughter by the shoulder joint 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 find her strength,"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 welt to her battered ass.

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

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

"A bottle of wine,"Mom answered giving dad a sly smile,"a picture, and maybe some, ‘ private meter'” add a wink.

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

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