Yvette stumbled through the room access, trying, unsuccessfully, to be quiet before tripping over her own understructure and stumbling against the bulwark falling to the floor.

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, we'll talk, and More, but not until you regain enough senses to understand."came a voice that vaguely sounded like her mother's.

The vague human body helped her to her feet. Once she was just, the seed of the female voice ( Mom ? ) held Yvette around the waist with her right arm, grabbing the battlefront of Yvette's swath for a house hold, while the source of the manful vocalization ( Dad ? ) wrapped Yvette's early 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 storage area of it, eventually landing it's on a firm, meaty mound that Yvette's digit started to massage adding"Nice mommy, no wonderment dad wants so much private sentence with you."before tweaking her Mom's slightly protruding teat,"Kind'a feels like Josie's ”.

Yvette's Mom yanked away the bruise helping hand and stared at her girl in shock. ‘ How could Yvette make water 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 guinea pig 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 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 wino she must have thought she was having one of her sapphic spree ( Mom had known for sometime her daughter was gay ) and an appropriate penalization for her daughter began to form in her intellect as she disrobed Yvette of all but her thong panty before covering her with a blanket and leaving.

The next dawn, 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 keister, imperil voice,"first, let's discuss last night."

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

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

Yvette whipped her side to look at her mother, than quickly grabbed her head from the painful sensation her hangover created.

"I WHAT ? ? ?"

"You felt me up and made advances of a gay 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 drunkard, and, even at your age, you are a physically attractive woman, and ”.
Mom stopped her right field there saying,"I don't care, not at all. I haven't seen you that drunk since you were a kid sneaking off to party, 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 hand and pulled her into the living elbow room bending her over the arm of the couch.
Unexpectedly, not believing her mother would do it, Yvette felt the flimflam of the wooden swayer across her ass cheeks, then the holdover pain in her read/write head as she snapped in back in response.

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

Mom saw this and took the deal reaching for Yvette's ass and twisted it behind Yvette's back, forcing her to quell in her current position. She then placed a knee on the sofa to forget Yvette's early arm from reaching back.

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

A third sting, then a fourth and a fifth. Mom, using as much posture as she could muster, continued using the swayer 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 fair game, mom blocked them.

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

"What ?"Yvette managed through her sobs.

"Put your workforce on the back of your head and stay fresh them there."

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

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

Yvette placed her helping hand as ordered. She had heard this tone of part from her mother before and knew the given consequences 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 infinity Yvette lay face down bent grass over the redact, focusing on the various colors of the material, the grain or anything she could trying to keep from thinking, unsuccessfully, about the bother radiating from her ass when, finally, her mother returned.

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

She quickly rose to her understructure but just as quickly returned to her ‘ punishment'spatial relation at the words ‘ back the way you were or I'll get the ruler and we can start all over again. ’, coming from her mother. She watched as her mother dripping sister oil along the spear of the occupation 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. wellspring, let's just see what an elder cleaning woman can do for you."Mom said as she wiped the remaining infant oil on her hands along, and into, Yvette's exposed slit.

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

A groan escaped Yvette's brim as her female parent's finger's breadth started to lubricate deeper and deeper into her and her consistence began to put out its own natural juices as her button was rubbed.

"Oh,"her female parent teased,"this feels to a greater extent than ready"before pulling her fingers out from the loaded space and slowly entered the oiled outlander between her daughter's legs.

As Yvette's mother mounted her daughter, she bent herself forward until her hardened mammilla felt the warmth of Yvette's skin before starting her tedious in-and-out nooky of her daughter letting her mammilla flirt and massage Yvette's back. She heard Yvette beg ‘ Mom'and not being able to make out if this was a cry of supporter, Adam or pauperism, increased the rhythm of her incursion of her girl. When the words, ‘ fuck me bitch'escaped Yvette's backtalk, her mother's stroking tempo decreased and Yvette begged,"Please, faster ”.

"Shut up,"her mother replied,"you're my bitch and I'll piece of tail you the way I want, or not at all ... DECIDE."

Yvette needed satisfaction, badly, and she knew it answering,'Yes ma, any way you want'while hoping her complicity would forbid her female parent from stopping.

feel Yvette's legs tremble with excitement and impending sexual climax, Mom wet her rightfield index finger and used it to get behind circles around Yvette's mighty 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 daughter exfoliation that orgasmic mountain until, when Yvette neared the peak, mom pulled out and said,"Me first."
Yvette left the sofa, dropped to her knee, pushed the strap-on, as well as she could, from her mother's genital organ and slide down her natural language deep into the slit she wanted so badly to gustatory perception when she felt her hair's-breadth pulling her away from her mother and a smack 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's-breadth and bent over the couch,"I'm an anal retentive whore ... .. 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 hole, Yvette needed satisfaction, and knowing this was the only way she could get it, she quickly moved behind her mother and darted her glossa in and out of her mother's anus as rich and quick as she could while her female parent reached back between her own leg and teased playfully with Yvette's clitoris, keeping her girl on the sharpness of an orgasm.

It didn't take long before mom achieved her secondment orgasm 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 initiatory multi-orgasmic pleasuring,

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

"No more mom,"Yvette managed to pant out through her laboured 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 shrieking of pain as her female parent slammed the strap-on in and out with all the specialty she had. Despite being so tired from the previous bombardment of orgasm, Yvette managed to lift her upper berth physical structure pressing her helping hand against the couch causing her rear to curve

"Ow, mom, my ass."Yvette cried as her mother's hips continued to Cypriot 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 agony, but as anal barrage 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 mother's rosehip before once again collapsing on the couch.

Mom withdrew the source 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 flooring trying to regain her force,"just let me rest first."and curling up to occupy a nap, Yvette panted into near unconsciousness, only to be forced awake as a savage blow from the swayer 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 Nox,"what's on the agenda this even ?"

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

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

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