Yvette stumbled through the doorway, trying, unsuccessfully, to be quiet before tripping over her own feet and stumbling against the bulwark falling to the level.

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

"A piffling latterly isn't it ?"asked her father's voice"And is that alcoholic beverage I smell ?"

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

"More in all likelihood in you, and do you actualize what sentence it is ?"the vox asked continuing to interrogate her.

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

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

The vague figures helped her to her pes. Once she was unsloped, the source of the female voice ( Mom ? ) held Yvette around the waist with her ripe arm, grabbing the front of Yvette's bang for a firm grip, while the origin of the male voice ( Dad ? ) wrapped Yvette's early arm over her Mom's left articulatio humeri 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 business firm hold of it, eventually landing it's on a business firm, meaty pitcher that Yvette's finger's breadth started to knead adding"Nice mommy, no curiosity dad wants so often private time with you."before tweaking her Mom's slightly projecting nipple,"kind'a feels like Josie's ”.

Yvette's Mom yanked away the violate script and stared at her daughter in shock. ‘ How could Yvette piddle a gossip 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 Thomas More 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 rush,"Yvette slurred and giggled,"not even any foreplay ?"

Mom stepped back in seismic disturbance realizing Yvette did not know who was undressing her. She was so drunkard she must have thought she was having one of her lesbian go ( Mom had known for sometime her daughter was gay ) and an appropriate penalization for her girl began to forge in her brain as she disrobed Yvette of all but her G-string panties before covering her with a blanket and leaving.

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

By the clock 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 stark, minacious voice,"first, let's saucer last-place night."

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

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

Yvette whipped her aspect to look at her female parent, than quickly grabbed her head word from the pain her hangover created.

"I WHAT ? ? ?"

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

weeping were forming in Yvette's eyes as she tried to rationalize,"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 adult female, and ”.
Mom stopped her right there saying,"I don't care, 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 living room bending her over the arm of the couch.
Unexpectedly, not believing her mother would do it, Yvette felt the bunco game of the wooden ruler across her ass face, then the katzenjammer pain in her head as she snapped in back in response.

Instantly, one hand went to massage the pain in her school principal while the other went to rub the hurting 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 continue in her current position. She then placed a articulatio genus on the couch to block Yvette's other arm from reaching back.

A second insect bite of the ruler marked Yvette's ass and again her school principal snapped back causing her hangover headache to discomfort her as often as the punishing ruler.

A third base sting, then a fourth and a fifth. Mom, using as a great deal enduringness as she could muster, continued using the ruler until Yvette's ass was completely covered with red and purplish coloring.

She let go of Yvette's arm and stood up. Yvette shot her hired man to massage 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 hands on the back 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 little scenario, over and over again until you get it right."

Yvette placed her hands as ordered. She had heard this quality of voice from her female parent before and knew the given effect 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 over the redact, focusing on the various colors of the material, the texture or anything she could trying to save from thinking, unsuccessfully, about the pain in the neck radiating from her ass when, finally, her mother returned.

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

She quickly rose to her fundament but just as quickly returned to her ‘ punishment'position at the Good Book ‘ back the way you were or I'll get the rule and we can commence all over again. ’, coming from her mother. She watched as her mother dripping babe oil along the barb 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 cleaning woman, even at my age, flattering I suppose. well, let's just see what an one-time charwoman can do for you."Mom said as she wiped the remaining baby oil on her manus along, and into, Yvette's exposed slit.

Yvette shivered at her female parent's necking 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 lips as her mother's finger started to lubricate deeper and deeper into her and her body began to unloose its own natural juices as her clit was rubbed.

"Oh,"her mother teased,"this feels more than ready"before pulling her fingers out from the tight 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 tit felt the warmth of Yvette's skin before starting her slow in-and-out fucking of her girl letting her nipple tease and massage Yvette's back. She heard Yvette beg ‘ Mom'and not being able to signalise if this was a cry of help, ecstasy or motivation, increased the rhythm of her penetration of her daughter. When the words, ‘ fuck me backbite'escaped Yvette's lips, her mother's stroking tempo decreased and Yvette begged,"Please, faster ”.

"Shut up,"her mother replied,"you're my bitch and I'll ass 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 keep her mother from stopping.

Feeling Yvette's legs tremble with excitement and impending sexual climax, Mom wet her right index finger and used it to hang back circles around Yvette's rightfulness nipple causing Yvette to thrust her hips toward her female parent 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, delight her girl, feeling her girl ordered series that orgasmic muckle 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 mother's privates and sunk her glossa deep into the dent she wanted so badly to gustatory sensation when she felt her hair pulling her away from her female parent and a slap insulting her nerve before being thrown to the floor.

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

As much as she was disgusted by the cerebration of licking her mother's ass hole, Yvette needed expiation, and knowing this was the only when 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 quick as she could while her female parent reached back between her own wooden leg and teased playfully with Yvette's clitoris, keeping her daughter on the boundary of an orgasm.

It didn't take foresighted before mom achieved her irregular sexual climax and this was followed by grabbing her daughter's hair and, after throwing her over the arm of the sofa, impaling her with the strap-on and fucking her until Yvette rode through her first multi-orgasmic pleasuring,

Yvette, near unconscious from rapture, lay over the arm of the couch when her female parent withdrew the strap-on from her daughter and began re-oiling it.

"No more mom,"Yvette managed to pant out through her heavy heaving,"my pussy can't take another go."

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

Yvette let out a scream of infliction as her female parent slammed the strap-on in and out with all the intensity she had. Despite being so tired from the former onslaught of orgasms, Yvette managed to lift her upper berth body pressing her hands against the put causing her back to arch

"Ow, mom, my ass."Yvette cried as her mother's pelvis continued to dog 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 additional agony, but as anal retentive 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 articulatio coxae before once again collapsing on the couch.

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

"Sure,"Yvette answered from the floor trying to recover 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 wildcat blow 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 dark,"what's on the agenda this eve ?"

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

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

"Seriously mentation of getting drunkard, really, really sot. ”