Natasha

Natasha part seven

Bev gets turned – and turned on

Thirteen-year-old Natasha Natoli knew it was time.

She had kept her mother waiting long enough. Thirty-eight-year-old Beverly Natoli was still a good-looking babe – an older version of the former porn star Madison -- but since her divorce five years earlier she had had absolutely no romantic or sex life. Bev knew she was confused about her own sexual identity and the journey she had indirectly followed her daughter on was adding to the confusion.

When Natasha left the house on her recent forays, Bev found herself increasingly sexually agitated. She was growing progressively more turned on lusting on Natasha's long gams, beautiful, clothed tits and absolutely gorgeous face. Bev often thought about how Natasha was a teenaged boy's wet dream. And lately, Natasha had become Bev's wet dream At night, Bev's long suppressed sexual desire was regularly steaming as she fingered her clit and butt hole and drove herself into frenzied orgasms. All the while, she was imagining herself as Natasha's slut, being told what to do and living only to serve her sexy daughter. In the last few nights, while Natasha was out, Bev had slipped into her daughter's room, gone to her clothes hamper to take her panties into her bedroom, draping them over her face as she jacked off to perverted dreams of snacking at Natasha's hair pie. A couple of times Bev had noticed that Natasha left hash marks in her panties. Bev was even more appalled at herself as she licked the nasty brown and foul-smelling marks and felt herself blast through the most powerful climaxes she had ever experienced.

Natasha had noticed Bev's increasing sexual agitation when her mom was around her. The flushed face, raised voice and intense staring at Natasha's private parts, were all indicators that Bev had fallen as hard for young Natasha as any of the young girl's other sluts.

Bev wanted more intimate contact with her daughter, but she didn't know how to proceed, how to offer herself as a sex slave. And Natasha, although she knew she wanted to dominate and control her own mother, was also uncertain about next steps. She knew well how to pick up one of the fuck sluts at The Litter Box, but getting your own mother to eat your cunt box was an entirely different matter, Quite a different matter, she thought. Natasha sincerely believed that all she had to do was go naked into her mother's bedroom one night and present her glorious pussy to her mother's overheated face by sitting on her breasts. Certainly, Natasha thought, her mother would just stick her tongue out and begin lapping her daughter's oversized clitoris. The downside to such a strategy, Natasha thought, was that there was no degradation in it. No forced humiliation, no chance to make her mother beg for the incestual twat that she so desired. Another scenario that Natasha pondered was to arrive naked at breakfast one morning and see if she could work the conversation around to getting her mother to admit her sick desires. For Natasha, though, the kitchen didn't hold the symbolism of having her mother eat her snatch while in her own bedroom. Eventually, Natasha settled on a fairly straightforward seduction. She would begin to fix herself up as though she was going out for the evening, and then don a house robe only and enter her mother's bedroom just before her mother was ready to go to bed.

Her preparations complete, Natasha entered her mom's bed chamber. Bev was slightly surprised when Natasha came in because Natasha had lately almost completely ignored her except when she was pushing her aside or calling her a fucking bitch.

Bev's surprise meter went up further when Natasha dropped her robe and stood gloriously naked in front of her sex-starved mother.

“Well, that's certainly a shock Natasha,” Bev said, “what did you want?”

“I was going to go out tonight, but then I thought, ‘why?', when I can probably get exactly what I need here.”

Bev, beginning to sense where this was going, foolishly played along, tempting fate. “And what did you need?”

“I think you know Mom, so why not give into the feelings?” Bev was suddenly filled with resolve not to give into temptation and participate in this depravity of sexual decadence with her own daughter.

“Given the things that have been going on with you lately – the calls from that Alice woman, your meetings with that horrible woman Nova Ramla, and your hanging out with poor beaten and bruised Amber Harris – it's becoming clear the kind of lifestyle you have slipped into, but I won't become a part of it, it's homosexual and incest behavior that you want from me and I won't go there, even if I am tempted.” But Natasha grasped that it wasn't herself only that wanted the behavior, Natasha understood that it was her mother who wanted it more than the young and horny teenager did.

36

All during this conversation, Bev's eyes were bulging out of her head looking at Natasha's naked form in front of her. Natasha, a perfect 36C – 23 – 34, with black hair that hung down to the middle of her back, 5 foot 10 inches of sculptured perfection. She had been told she looked like the porn star Taylor St. Claire, but much younger. Her glorious bubble butt and long, striking legs this time actually had Bev drooling. Natasha loved the spittle line running down Bev's chin, a clear indication of the passion and out-of-control lust her own mother felt for her.

Despite her noble-sounding words, Bev knew she was in trouble and about to slip under the sexual control of her own daughter. For Bev was definitely starting to heat up sexually. Bev was wearing baby-blue, cotton pajamas and she was worried that the pussy goop flowing freely out of her nether hole would start to stain through the material, giving away her sexual temperature. She did not need to worry, it was already too late, the pussy jelly had indeed soaked through the pj's and was clearly visible to the naked Natasha.

I've got her, Natasha thought, just lusting on my naked body and the preliminary sex talk had gotten Bev heated up, blazing with passion and nearly ready to descend into the debauchery of incestual lesbianism. Look at this horny slut, with her pussy jelly running out of her vagina and marking those pajamas, marking them as the complete and utter whore she is.

“All right, now we have the subject of sex and your submission to me out in the open,” Natasha intoned. “You and I both know you want me, that you want to dine on my sex organs, so why don't you get over here, sink to your knees and meet your destiny – otherwise known as my twat.”

Bev didn't move and Natasha saw that her mother was holding back. Natasha knew she needed to try a new tactic to bring her mother into the fold of her slut stable. The twin hang-ups her mother was having were the fact that she was being asked to participate in homosexuality and incest. Natasha needed a route around those two to complete the first part of her mother's journey into complete degeneracy. The first – homosexuality – was, in her mom's mind, queer and perverted. The second, incest, was beyond her mother's comprehension, but her mother knew it was evil. She's never performed cunnilingus and now it's being proposed that she perform it on her daughter. She just can't bring herself to do it, even though she wants to.

Why, thought Natasha, do I have no trouble with it. Of course, I don't really care about anyone, mother included, except myself. And, in reality, I won't care anymore about her than about my other whores. All that matters is that I get to be as sexually perverse as I want. I must break her.

“Okay,” Natasha began, “listen up hon, there are two things holding you back. First is being a lesbian. Think of it as a perfectly natural progression. You grew tired of heterosexuality, divorced Dad. Your daughter is a lesbian dominatrix, and a beautiful one at that. You are really turned on by your gorgeous daughter's body and face. It is, therefore natural, for you to become one of her whores. See, just like 1 – 2 – 3.”

Natasha knew it was a pretty lame argument, but she also knew that her mother needed only a slim excuse to submit, no matter how flimsy.

“Now as to the second part,” Natasha continued, “you are bothered by the incest label, but remember it's just a word. Remember when thinking about my twat, it's the natural progression and as for my cunt it's only flesh and some hair, flesh and hair that demand your attention. It's just cuntmeat, just twatflesh, a sexual organ. It's only a coincidence that it is your daughter's twatmeat. Submit to the twat, this twat and all other concerns will fade away. Am I getting through to you?”

Natasha could see that she was and so she continued.

“Remember, mother, thinking is the lust killer, thinking is the act that will kill the beautiful lust that is taking over your body now, remember, thinking is the lust killer,” Natasha said. “Give in to the lust, don't try to think about it.”

Bev was weakening, the combination of her nubile young daughter's body and the intoxicating words spewing from her mouth had the pussy jam going full time down her leg, further staining her baby-blue pajamas.

Perhaps she's right, Bev began to think to herself, she's a lesbian, I've grown tired of male cock and I'm sooooo attracted to her. Maybe I should just give in, like she said, it's only a cunt, a twat, a pussy, a hair pie. Gawd, Bev thought, I want it, I really want to make love to that cunt, I want to tongue fuck her, I am desperate to face fuck her.

And Natasha could sense her mother's weakness as well. Natasha knew lesbian sluts well enough that she was sure now was the time to press her advantage. Natasha mused that this was the moment to change their relationship from daughter/mother to dome/whore. She slowly and seductively walked – rolling her gorgeous hips -- over to where her mother was standing and began to command her.

“On your knees, get ready to dive into that sweet young girl box,” Natasha barked. “You know you want it so get it!”

Bev finally capitulated and, after removing her pajamas at her daughter's command, sank to her knees in front of the beautiful young dominatrix. And so you can remember later how much you enjoyed this, Natasha said, I'm going to set up a video camera over in the corner and Natasha broke out the tripod-mounted camera and turned it on, returning to her position of dominance in front of her whore mother.

“And, now kiss the twat in a show of subservience,” Natasha said. Bev, of course, complied, placing one light peck on her daughter's labia.

“Ok, now you have accepted your lesbianism and so you can avoid thinking or worrying about incest, we're no longer going to be mother and daughter, we are now, domme, me, and sub, you, so I'm not going to call you mother any longer, I'll be using words like slut, whore, cunt and you will address me as Mistress or Madame or Owner. Do you get it?”

“Yes,” croaked Bev.

“All right whore, lift up your face and look me in the eyes. There, now one of the first blessings I like to provide a whore is one of my booger-filled loogies, get ready to receive it,” Natasha hissed.

Bev was ready to be dominated and opened her mouth to receive the first of Natasha's bodily fluids that day. The young dominatrix hocked it perfectly into the older whore's mouth and then told her to swallow it. Bev let the viscous fluid slide down her throat into her stomach. Good job twat, Natasha said. The teen dominatrix knew it might take a while, but she knew her mother would also eventually become her total whore. But for now, on with the snatch eating.

“All right cunt,” Natasha continued in her role as domme, “let's see how you eat your mistress' hair pie, or do you prefer to have it called a cunt, twat, hole or what? Exactly how do you like to refer to a young girl's pubes?”

“Oh dear mistress, I'm just learning, but I think I like the word twat the most, it just seems the nastiest,” Bev replied.

“Then twat it is, so on your knees whore, eat your mistress' twat, get your fill of this 13-year-old's twat, rejoice in being a 38-year-old whore willing to do whatever is required if only you can eat this teenager's twat, EAT IT BITCH AND BECOME MY SLAVE,” Natasha spat out.

And Beverly moved her face forward, guided, in part, by Natasha's hand on the back of her head. But Beverly needed no further urging, she had denied this need long enough and she was about to quench her thirst for young beaver, her daughter's beaver. Beverly loved the look of the young girl's nether lips as she moved to meet her fate. Large, puffy outer lips, punctuated by thinner, inner pussy lips hanging out between the gorgeous cunt meat of the labia. Bev could also see Natasha's oversized clitoris, waiting to be serviced. The 38-year-old loved how Natasha had shaved her pubic area, leaving only a small, heart-shaped patch of short hair poised over her large clitoris and the sharp end of the heart pointing toward the large clitoris. She could smell the overheated twat as her face moved in close. Natasha grabbed Beverly by the ears and carefully guided her face into a twat-filled landing pattern.

But just before Bev's face landed on her daughter's cunt pie, Natasha jerked her head back, bringing sharp pain to Bev's ears.

“Before you eat that teenage delight,” Natasha said, “it's time you learned to beg from your betters, as in ‘I am better than you', you pathetic whore.”

And, for the first time in her 38 years, Beverly Natoli, begged to be allowed to service another sexually.

“Please Mistress Natasha, let me eat your beautiful twat, it will make me so happy to bring that passion hole to climax.”

And with that outpouring, Natasha was ready to let Bev dine.

“Now listen whore, this is all about your servicing of me, as with all my whores, I don't give a shit about them and could care less about them. And you have to know that I could care less about you,” Natasha said, “but one thing I know about lesbo sluts is that while they are servicing their mistress, they've got to be kept sexually turned on and, if possible, their passion and unbridled lust has to be increased so their service will be even better. So, while you are eating me out – and believe me I'm going to guide you since this is your first twat feast – you are to masturbate yourself, play with yourself as that's the only relief you are going to get around me, I won't even touch your pussy with my foot. So while you are eating me out, play with yourself beginning now.”

Bev was relieved that her mistress would allow her some stimulation while she performed cunnilingus for the first time, it would help keep her focused on the wild lust she felt at this moment. And, she thought, keep that lust burning, not allowing her to think. She remembered the chant Natasha had given her. Thinking is the lust killer, so Bev didn't think, she began to dine on young twat and she found that Natasha was right, the lust began burning hotter and hotter as she tasted vulva for the first time.

Natasha slowly repositioned Bev's face, guiding it by the older woman's ears, until her mother's mouth came to rest directly underneath her vagina.

“Now, slut, stick your tongue out and stick it in my hole,” Natasha said. “There, that's perfect with your tongue in your mistress' vagina, now wiggle it around and taste my juices flowing.”

And flowing Natasha was as her lust built. She looked down and gazed into her mother's eyes. Now here's something I've always wanted to do, Natasha mused, spit into a cunt eater's face as she dines on me. Natasha filled her mouth with saliva and then pursed her lips and let go with a flow of saliva, watching the spit drop between her exquisite breasts to land on her latest slut's face. She watched as the saliva slid towards her mother's eyes.

“Leave the eyes open slut,” Natasha said. “I want to see my spit in your eyes.” Natasha simply didn't care about any discomfort her mother might feel with the saliva in her open eyes.

That's great, thought Natasha, I really love defiling these cunts as they express their love for me. It made no difference to the young girl that this ‘cunt' was her own mother.

Then Natasha cranked on her mother's ears with both hands, bringing her face up to her outsized clit, clearly visible sticking out between her labia and headed for her mother's mouth. Now, eat that clit and make me come, Natasha said.

Bev's lips and mouth covered the huge clitoris, swollen with passion. Bev gummed the sex organ, chewed it, tongued it and tantalized it into a stunning orgasm for Natasha. And the whole while, Beverly continued jacking herself off, but Natasha warned her not to cum until she had permission.

“I'm very multi-orgasmic and I'm going to work off quite a few orgasms using your mouth and face, but I don't want you cumming until I'm sure it won't slow down your passion or it won't matter because I'm done,” Natasha said.

Natasha wanted to go for more orgasms, but she also wanted to punish her mother's face a little in the process so she grabbed Bev by the hair and pulled her down towards the ground.

“I want to ride your face for a while now whore,” Natasha asserted. “there, let me settle that twat you love so much right on your face and I'll ride myself to orgasm heaven.”

Once she had Beverly on her back, Natasha mashed her cunt down hard on the older whore's face, holding her by the hair and grinding her pubes right into slut's facial features. Natasha ground her cunt into the all-too-willing face of her latest sex slave, with Bev continuing to jack herself off the whole time. Both females broke out in sweats, sweats of high passion and lust. Natasha continued to ride her mother's face for more than an hour, bringing herself to a half dozen cums and, finally, at the end she gave her slut mother permission to cum as well. By that time, Beverly was lost in sexual hunger and when she finally came, her body literally shook for five minutes as she experienced the most fulfilling orgasm she had ever known. And, as Natasha had known, the encounter had left her a confirmed run muncher, ready to eat Natasha any time the teen domme felt the urge. Natasha, of course, had much more perverse plans for Bev than just allowing her to snack on her snatch.

But for now, it was enough, Natasha had turned her mother into a lesbian slut and that was almost enough for today, but not quite. Natasha wanted her mother to know that she had fully sunk into the depths of degeneracy, that she was not only a lesbian, but a sick perverted whore who had just brought her own daughter to numerous delightful sexual releases.

So she decided to stick the knife in.

“Remember those lines I was feeding you before you agreed to become my sexual slave,” Natasha said.

Yes, said her mother.

“Remember how I told you it was a natural progression and how it was only cunt meat, twat flesh and such.

“Well, it was all bullshit, absolute fucking bullshit, designed for only one purpose and that was to get you to listen to the sexual cravings that were racking your body and it worked. But the bottom line is that you are not only a lesbian, but a sick queer who eats the twat of her own daughter,” Natasha said. “I can't let you go on thinking that it's anything but what it is, you are involved in incest and you are the whore of your child, sickly devoted to a girl who sprang from your own loins. Welcome to the world of Natasha's perversions.”