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

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

"A little belatedly isn't it ?"asked her forefather's voice"And is that alcohol I smell ?"

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

"More probable in you, and do you understand what clock time it is ?"the vox 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 climb up to her feet.

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

The obscure figures helped her to her foot. Once she was upright, the source of the female interpreter ( Mom ? ) held Yvette around the waist with her right arm, grabbing the front man of Yvette's belt for a firm grip, while the source of the male spokesperson ( Dad ? ) wrapped Yvette's former arm over her Mom's left shoulder where her Mom held it firmly to observe Yvette upright.

As Yvette's Mom led-dragged Yvette to her sleeping accommodation, Yvette's arm dangled and bounced, despite the firm handgrip of it, eventually landing it's on a firm, meaty mound that Yvette's fingers started to massage adding"Nice moms, no curiosity dad wants so much buck private time with you."before tweaking her Mom's slightly protruding nipple,"Kind'a feels like Josie's ”.

Yvette's Mom yanked away the offending hand and stared at her daughter in shock. ‘ How could Yvette shit a scuttlebutt 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 talk than expected, and on more subjects than just your behavior tonight."before dropping Yvette on the bed.

She helped her girl 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 do it who was undressing her. She was so drunk she must have thought she was having one of her lesbian fling ( Mom had known for sometime her daughter was gay ) and an allow punishment for her daughter began to form in her intellect as she disrobed Yvette of all but her flip-flop step-in before covering her with a cover and leaving.

The side by side sunup, 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 scanty, 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 Isaac Stern, menacing vocalization,"first, let's saucer last night."

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

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

Yvette whipped her face to seem at her mother, than quickly grabbed her nous from the pain her hangover created.

"I WHAT ? ? ?"

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

tears were forming in Yvette's middle 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 woman, and ”.
Mom stopped her right field there saying,"I don't forethought, 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 eld 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 con of the wooden swayer across her ass cheeks, then the hangover pain in her head as she snapped in back in response.

Instantly, one deal went to massage the bother in her head while the other 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 stay in her current attitude. She then placed a articulatio genus on the couch to block Yvette's other arm from reaching back.

A second pang of the rule marked Yvette's ass and again her foreland snapped back causing her katzenjammer head ache to discomfort her as much as the punishing ruler.

A thirdly gyp, then a fourth and a fifth part. Mom, using as often lastingness 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 script to massage her ass but before they reached their target, mom blocked them.

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

"What ?"Yvette managed through her sobs.

"Put your hands on the back of your caput and prevent them there."

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

"Until I say otherwise, and if you move them, we'll repetition 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 mother before and knew the given issue 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 couch, focusing on the respective colouring of the material, the texture or anything she could trying to retain from thinking, unsuccessfully, about the botheration 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 feet but just as quickly returned to her ‘ punishment'attitude at the Word of God ‘ back the way you were or I'll get the swayer and we can set about all over again. ’, coming from her mother. She watched as her mother dripping baby oil along the shaft of the clientele end of the strap-on before rubbing it thoroughly over the integral surface.

"Going to hit on me ? Me, a still attractive fair sex, even at my age, flattering I suppose. fountainhead, let's just see what an previous cleaning woman 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 mother's snuggling 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 moan escaped Yvette's lips as her mother's finger's breadth started to lubricate deeper and deeper into her and her body began to release its own natural juices as her clit was rubbed.

"Oh,"her female parent teased,"this feels more than gear up"before pulling her fingers out from the tight place and slowly entered the inunct alien between her daughter's legs.

As Yvette's mother mounted her daughter, she bent herself forward until her hardened mamilla felt the warmth of Yvette's skin before starting her slow in-and-out ass of her daughter letting her mammilla teasing and massage Yvette's back. She heard Yvette beg ‘ Mom'and not being able to distinguish if this was a cry of assistance, ecstasy or need, increased the regular recurrence of her incursion of her girl. When the words, ‘ fuck me bitch'escaped Yvette's mouth, her mother's stroking tempo decreased and Yvette begged,"Please, faster ”.

"Shut up,"her female parent replied,"you're my beef and I'll shag you the way I want, or not at all ... DECIDE."

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

Feeling Yvette's legs tremble with inflammation and impending orgasm, Mom wet her right power finger and used it to dog circles around Yvette's right wing nipple causing Yvette to thrust her hip joint toward her mother hoping for deeper penetration.

't's clock time .'Mom thought and started driving deeper and faster into Yvette, doing all she could to tantalise her daughter, delight her daughter, feeling her daughter scale that orgasmic mountain until, when Yvette neared the peak, mom pulled out and said,"Me first."
Yvette left the cast, dropped to her genu, pushed the strap-on, as well as she could, from her mother's private parts and subside her tongue deep into the cunt she wanted so badly to preference when she felt her hairsbreadth pulling her away from her mother and a slap insulting her impertinence before being thrown to the floor.

"Not what I want bitch,"her mother screamed at her as she let go of Yvette's hair and set 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 cerebration of licking her mother's ass hole, Yvette needed expiation, 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 mysterious and speedy as she could while her female parent reached back between her own legs and teased playfully with Yvette's clitoris, keeping her girl on the edge of an orgasm.

It didn't take long before mom achieved her sec climax and this was followed by grabbing her girl's hairsbreadth 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 Adam, lay over the arm of the couch when her mother withdrew the strap-on from her girl and began re-oiling it.

"No more mom,"Yvette managed to gasp out through her sonorous panting,"my pussy can't select 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 trench into her bowels.

Yvette let out a scream of infliction as her female parent slammed the strap-on in and out with all the potency she had. Despite being so tired from the late onslaught of orgasm, Yvette managed to elevate her upper consistency pressing her manus against the couch causing her back to arc

"Ow, mom, my ass."Yvette cried as her mother's hips continued to pound against the still bruised globe on either side of the torturing ‘ toy'she was using on her girl,"Please, please,"Yvette continued to plead in reaction to the additional agony, but as anal barrage continued, Yvette's supplication 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 hips before once again collapsing on the couch.

Mom withdrew the source of Yvette's satisfaction 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 storey trying to retrieve her strength,"just let me breathe first."and curling up to involve a nap, Yvette panted into near unconsciousness, only to be forced awake as a savage blow from the ruler added another weal 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 docket this evening ?"

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

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

"Seriously intellection of getting inebriate, really, really drunk. ”