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

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

"A little belated isn't it ?"asked her Father of the Church'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 likely in you, and do you realize what fourth dimension it is ?"the articulation asked continuing to interrogate her.

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

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

The undefined figures helped her to her human foot. Once she was upright, the reference of the female person articulation ( Mom ? ) held Yvette around the shank with her right arm, grabbing the strawman of Yvette's belt for a house grip, while the origin of the male vox ( Dad ? ) wrapped Yvette's other arm over her Mom's left shoulder where her Mom held it firmly to maintain Yvette upright.

As Yvette's Mom led-dragged Yvette to her bedroom, Yvette's arm dangled and bounced, despite the firm hold of it, eventually landing it's on a house, meaty pitcher's mound that Yvette's fingers started to massage adding"Nice momma, no wonder dad wants so often private clock time with you."before tweaking her Mom's slightly projected teat,"Kind'a feeling like Josie's ”.

Yvette's Mom yanked away the offending script and stared at her daughter in electric shock. ‘ How could Yvette ca-ca 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 talk than expected, and on to a greater extent subject area than just your demeanour tonight."before dropping Yvette on the bed.

She helped her daughter disrobe, undoing the jean and pulling them down as Yvette giggled.

"What's the rush,"Yvette slurred and giggled,"not even any foreplay ?"

Mom stepped back in cushion realizing Yvette did not know who was undressing her. She was so salute she must have thought she was having one of her lesbian go ( Mom had known for sometime her daughter was gay ) and an seize penalty 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 break of day, after her husband left for work, Mom checked on Yvette and, satisfied she was still at peace, 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 discus finally 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 heading from the pain her hangover created.

"I WHAT ? ? ?"

"You felt me up and made overture 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 drunk, and, even at your age, you are a physically attractive woman, and ”.
Mom stopped her right there saying,"I don't tending, not at all. I haven't seen you that drunk since you were a kid sneaking off to political party, and what happened then ?"

"Mom, I'm twenty old age 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 script 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 sting of the wooden swayer across her ass cheeks, then the hangover painfulness in her forefront as she snapped in back in response.

Instantly, one hand went to massage the pain in her head teacher while the other went to rub the pain 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 current placement. She then placed a knee on the couch to block Yvette's other arm from reaching back.

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

A third insect bite, then a fourth and a fifth. Mom, using as much strength as she could summon, continued using the swayer until Yvette's ass was completely covered with red and empurple 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 manpower away from her ass.

"What ?"Yvette managed through her sobs.

"Put your hands on the back of your principal 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 picayune scenario, over and over again until you get it right."

Yvette placed her hands as ordered. She had heard this flavour of part from her mother before and knew the given event 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 various colors of the material, the texture or anything she could trying to keep from thinking, unsuccessfully, about the pain radiating from her ass when, finally, her mother returned.

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

She quickly rose to her feet but just as quickly returned to her ‘ penalisation'position at the discussion ‘ back the way you were or I'll get the ruler and we can set about all over again. ’, coming from her mother. She watched as her female parent dripping baby oil along the slam 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 woman, even at my age, flattering I suppose. well, let's just see what an honest-to-god fair sex can do for you."Mom said as she wiped the remaining child oil on her deal along, and into, Yvette's exposed slit.

Yvette shivered at her female parent's hugging 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 lube deeper and deeper into her and her body began to release its own rude juices as her clitoris was rubbed.

"Oh,"her mother teased,"this feels more than ready"before pulling her finger's breadth out from the blind drunk 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 tempered tit felt the fondness of Yvette's cutis before starting her slow up in-and-out fucking of her daughter letting her mamilla tease and massage Yvette's back. She heard Yvette beg ‘ Mom'and not being able-bodied to distinguish if this was a cry of help, ecstasy or want, increased the rhythm of her penetration of her daughter. When the Bible, ‘ fuck me bitch'escaped Yvette's sassing, her female parent's stroking tempo decreased and Yvette begged,"Please, faster ”.

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

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

touch Yvette's legs tremble with upheaval and impending orgasm, Mom wet her powerful index finger's breadth and used it to go after circles around Yvette's right field nipple causing Yvette to thrust her hips toward her mother hoping for deeper penetration.

't's sentence .'Mom thought and started driving deeper and faster into Yvette, doing all she could to tease her girl, please her daughter, feeling her girl scale that orgasmic spate until, when Yvette neared the flower, mom pulled out and said,"Me first."
Yvette left the couch, dropped to her knee joint, pushed the strap-on, as well as she could, from her female parent's private and sunk her spit deep into the prick she wanted so badly to perceptiveness when she felt her hair pulling her away from her mother and a smack insulting her buttock 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 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 sentiment of licking her female parent's ass hole, Yvette needed satisfaction, and knowing this was the sole way she could get it, she quickly moved behind her mother and darted her tongue in and out of her mother's anus as late and flying as she could while her mother reached back between her own pegleg and teased playfully with Yvette's clit, keeping her daughter on the edge of an orgasm.

It didn't take long before mom achieved her second sexual climax and this was followed by grabbing her daughter's fuzz 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 toilsome panting,"my pussy 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 as her mother slammed the strap-on in and out with all the military strength she had. Despite being so tired from the previous onslaught of orgasms, Yvette managed to lift her amphetamine body pressing her workforce against the sofa causing her backrest to arc

"Ow, mom, my ass."Yvette cried as her mother's rosehip continued to quid against the still bruised globes on either English 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 plea 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 coxa before once again collapsing on the couch.

Mom withdrew the source of Yvette's atonement then grabbed her daughter by the shoulder and flopped her onto the trading 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 catch one's breath first."and curling up to take a nap, Yvette panted into near unconsciousness, only to be forced awake as a beast reverse from the ruler added another wheal to her battered ass.

"I mean NOW."Her female parent 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 vino,"Mom answered giving dad a sly smile,"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. ”