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

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

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

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

"More belike in you, and do you substantiate what time it is ?"the vocalism 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 wax to her feet.

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

The dim figures helped her to her feet. Once she was upright, the source of the female voice ( Mom ? ) held Yvette around the waistline with her rightfield arm, grabbing the movement of Yvette's belt ammunition for a house grip, while the source of the male vox ( Dad ? ) wrapped Yvette's other arm over her Mom's left shoulder joint where her Mom held it firmly to continue Yvette upright.

As Yvette's Mom led-dragged Yvette to her sleeping accommodation, Yvette's arm dangled and bounced, despite the firm detention of it, eventually landing it's on a firm, meaty mound that Yvette's finger started to massage adding"Nice mommy, no wonder dad wants so lots secret metre with you."before tweaking her Mom's slightly protruding nipple,"sort'a spirit like Josie's ”.

Yvette's Mom yanked away the offend hand and stared at her girl in shock absorber. ‘ How could Yvette create a comment like that ? Who was Josie ?'and ‘ How does her girl know what Josie's tit felt like'wondered the Mother before saying,"I think we need a much longer talk than expected, and on to a greater extent national than just your doings 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 foreplay ?"

Mom stepped back in shock realizing Yvette did not know who was undressing her. She was so intoxicated 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 morning, after her hubby 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 stern, threatening voice,"first, let's discuss last night."

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

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

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

"I WHAT ? ? ?"

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

rent 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 drunk, and, even at your age, you are a physically attractive fair sex, and ”.
Mom stopped her right there saying,"I don't caution, not at all. I haven't seen you that drunk 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 hand and pulled her into the keep room 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 brass, then the holdover bother in her head as she snapped in back in response.

Instantly, one hired hand went to massage the pain in her heading while the former went to rub the pain away from her ass.

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

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

A 3rd confidence trick, then a 4th and a twenty percent. Mom, using as practically strength 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 hands to rub down 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 handwriting on the spinal column of your head and continue 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 petty scenario, over and over again until you get it right."

Yvette placed her hands as ordered. She had heard this tone of part 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 knack over the couch, focusing on the assorted colors of the material, the texture or anything she could trying to hold from thinking, unsuccessfully, about the pain radiating from her ass when, finally, her mother returned.

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

She quickly rose to her infantry but just as quickly returned to her ‘ punishment'position at the words ‘ back the way you were or I'll get the rule and we can set off all over again. ’, coming from her mother. She watched as her mother dripping child oil along the shaft of the concern 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 elder 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 fondling of this area, she often had other cleaning lady 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 lubricate deeper and deeper into her and her body began to release its own born juices as her clitoris was rubbed.

"Oh,"her female parent teased,"this feels more than ready"before pulling her digit out from the sloshed quad and slowly entered the oiled alien between her daughter's legs.

As Yvette's mother mounted her girl, she bent herself forward until her hardened nipple felt the warmth of Yvette's skin before starting her slow in-and-out shtup of her girl letting her nipples tease and massage Yvette's back. She heard Yvette beg ‘ Mom'and not being capable to secernate if this was a cry of help, ecstasy or motive, increased the rhythm of her penetration of her daughter. When the words, ‘ fuck me bitch'escaped Yvette's sass, her mother's stroking tempo decreased and Yvette begged,"Please, faster ”.

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

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

Feeling Yvette's legs shiver with excitement and impending orgasm, Mom wet her right index finger and used it to trail rophy around Yvette's powerful nipple causing Yvette to thrust her articulatio coxae toward her female parent hoping for deeper penetration.

't's sentence .'Mom thought and started driving deeper and faster into Yvette, doing all she could to rag her daughter, please her daughter, feeling her daughter scale that orgasmic mountain until, when Yvette neared the height, mom pulled out and said,"Me first."
Yvette left the couch, dropped to her knees, pushed the strap-on, as well as she could, from her mother's privates and drop her tongue deep into the cunt she wanted so badly to taste when she felt her hair pulling her away from her mother and a smack insulting her cheek before being thrown to the floor.

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

As much as she was disgusted by the thought of licking her female parent's ass yap, Yvette needed gratification, and knowing this was the solitary way she could get it, she quickly moved behind her mother and darted her clapper in and out of her mother's anus as late and promptly as she could while her mother reached back between her own legs and teased playfully with Yvette's clit, keeping her daughter on the edge of an orgasm.

It didn't take tenacious before mom achieved her second 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 starting time 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 gasp out through her leaden panting,"my pussy can't admit another go."

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

Yvette let out a belly laugh of painfulness as her female parent slammed the strap-on in and out with all the potency she had. Despite being so tired from the previous onslaught of coming, Yvette managed to abstract her upper organic structure pressing her custody against the sofa causing her dorsum to arch

"Ow, mom, my ass."Yvette cried as her mother's hip joint continued to Sudanese pound against the still bruised orb on either slope of the torturing ‘ toy'she was using on her daughter,"Please, please,"Yvette continued to plead in answer to the additional torment, but as anal barrage 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 rosehip before once again collapsing on the couch.

Mom withdrew the reference of Yvette's satisfaction then grabbed her daughter by the shoulder joint and flopped her onto the trading floor saying, ‘ Get showered and get dressed, we have housework to do."

"Sure,"Yvette answered from the trading floor trying to find her metier,"just let me perch first."and curling up to call for a nap, Yvette panted into near unconsciousness, only to be forced awake as a savage reverse from the ruler 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 smile,"a moving-picture show, and maybe some, ‘ individual prison term'” add a wink.

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

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