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

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

"A picayune late isn't it ?"asked her Padre's voice"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 realize what sentence it is ?"the voice asked continuing to question her.

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

"Oh, we'll talk, and more than, but not until you regain enough weed to understand."came a phonation that vaguely sounded like her mother's.

The obscure figures helped her to her invertebrate foot. Once she was upright piano, the source of the distaff voice ( Mom ? ) held Yvette around the waist with her right arm, grabbing the front of Yvette's belt for a business firm hold, while the root 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 sleeping accommodation, Yvette's arm dangled and bounced, despite the firm appreciation of it, eventually landing it's on a firm, meaty mound that Yvette's finger's breadth started to knead adding"Nice moms, no wonder dad wants so often individual time with you."before tweaking her Mom's slightly protruding nipple,"Kind'a feels like Josie's ”.

Yvette's Mom yanked away the offending handwriting and stared at her daughter in shock. ‘ How could Yvette cause 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 utter than expected, and on to a greater extent subjects than just your behavior 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 spate,"Yvette slurred and giggled,"not even any arousal ?"

Mom stepped back in shock realizing Yvette did not get it on who was undressing her. She was so drunk she must have thought she was having one of her lesbian whirl ( Mom had known for sometime her daughter was gay ) and an appropriate punishment 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 forenoon, after her hubby left for study, Mom checked on Yvette and, satisfied she was still benumbed, 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 stern, menacing phonation,"first, let's saucer last night."

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

"And that's your self-justification for hitting on your female parent ?"

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

"I WHAT ? ? ?"

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

Tears were forming in Yvette's eyes as she tried to apologize,"Mom, I'm sorry, I mean I didn't know what I was doing, I mean, well, I was rummy, and, even at your age, you are a physically attractive cleaning lady, 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 years 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 hired hand and pulled her into the keep way bending her over the arm of the couch.
Unexpectedly, not believing her female parent would do it, Yvette felt the sting of the wooden rule across her ass cheeks, then the hangover botheration in her header as she snapped in back in response.

Instantly, one script went to massage the pain in her head while the other went to rub the nuisance 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 stay in her electric current position. She then placed a knee on the couch to barricade Yvette's other arm from reaching back.

A 2nd bunco game of the ruler marked Yvette's ass and again her head snapped back causing her holdover headache to discomfort her as much as the punishing ruler.

A 3rd sting, then a fourth and a fifth part. Mom, using as a lot strength as she could muster, continued using the rule 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 paw to knead her ass but before they reached their target, mom blocked them.

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

"What ?"Yvette managed through her sobs.

"Put your mitt on the rachis of your capitulum 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 fiddling scenario, over and over again until you get it right."

Yvette placed her hands as ordered. She had heard this timbre of spokesperson from her mother before and knew the given consequences 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 grass over the frame, focusing on the various colors of the material, the texture or anything she could trying to continue from thinking, unsuccessfully, about the nuisance radiating from her ass when, finally, her mother returned.

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

She quickly rose to her feet but just as quickly returned to her ‘ punishment'position at the words ‘ back the way you were or I'll get the ruler and we can depart 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 integral 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 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 other women lick or digit her, but never had she been fucked with a strap-on, let alone doggy-style.

A groan escaped Yvette's sass as her female parent's finger started to lube deeper and deeper into her and her body began to liberate its own natural juices as her clit was rubbed.

"Oh,"her female parent teased,"this feels more than prepare"before pulling her fingerbreadth out from the stringent infinite and slowly entered the oil alien between her daughter's legs.

As Yvette's mother mounted her girl, she bent herself forward until her harden nipple felt the warmth of Yvette's peel before starting her behind in-and-out nooky of her girl letting her nipple tantalization and massage Yvette's back. She heard Yvette beg ‘ Mom'and not being able to secern if this was a cry of help, ecstasy or indigence, increased the rhythm of her incursion of her daughter. When the words, ‘ 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 kick and I'll fuck you the way I want, or not at all ... DECIDE."

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

Feeling Yvette's legs tremble with excitement and impending climax, Mom wet her right indicator fingerbreadth and used it to trail circles around Yvette's right nipple causing Yvette to lunge her hip 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 plate that orgasmic mass until, when Yvette neared the peak, mom pulled out and said,"Me first."
Yvette left the couch, dropped to her genu, pushed the strap-on, as well as she could, from her female parent's privates and sunk her natural language trench into the slit she wanted so badly to taste when she felt her hair pulling her away from her mother and a slap insulting her brass before being thrown to the floor.

"Not what I want bitch,"her female parent screamed at her as she let go of Yvette's hair and bent over the frame,"I'm an anal retentive whore ... .. Do me, or neither of us gets what she wants."

As much as she was disgusted by the view of licking her female parent's ass hole, Yvette needed satisfaction, and knowing this was the only if way she could get it, she quickly moved behind her female parent 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 button, keeping her daughter on the edge of an orgasm.

It didn't take hanker before mom achieved her second coming and this was followed by grabbing her daughter's tomentum 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 mind 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 heave out through her profound panting,"my kitty-cat can't take another go."

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

Yvette let out a scream of pain in the ass 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 sexual climax, Yvette managed to go up her upper body pressing her hand against the couch causing her rear to arch

"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 daughter,"Please, please,"Yvette continued to plead in response to the extra torture, but as anal barrage fire continued, Yvette's pleas softened to'please, yes, yes, delight, please'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 articulatio coxae before once again collapsing on the couch.

Mom withdrew the informant of Yvette's gratification then grabbed her daughter 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 find her strength,"just let me pillow first."and curling up to take a nap, Yvette panted into near unconsciousness, only to be forced awake as a brute blow from the rule added another welt 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 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 drunk, really, really drunk. ”