Bitch Mother
Part Two
by Brenda
Two days later Grace returned me home to Mother.
"Has she been thoroughly punished? Have you truly made Brenda your slave?"
Those were Mother's first words as we entered the comforts of the lounge. They
seated themselves in armchairs and I dutifully knelt on the floor by Grace's
legs.
"That is what you wished, wasn't it, Martha? For me to take Brenda as my
slave... my lesbian sex slave..." Grace smiled. "We will let your daughter
reply. Slave Brenda, what do you desire? Pussy? Or cock?"
"Only lesbian pussy," I suacilly replied. Oh! To be saying such in front of
Mother made Miss Clit peep out and press against the fabric of my tight fitting
panties.
"What else do you desire, slave?" Grace questioned. "Tell us. We want to hear
it."
"I... I... " I was at a loss about what Grace wanted.
"She is shy," Grace smiled. "What do you like doing for me more than anything
else?"
I felt so dumb... so stupid! She wanted Mother to hear me say it, for Mother to
know what she would soon be doing as Grace's slave. "I... I worship and adore
your... your ass, Goddess..."
OMG! Pussy was becoming wet and weepy, and Miss Clit very agitated.
"I... I long kiss and lick your... your asshole. Goddess, I... I want to drink
every pee you do... and I... I... I want to... to eat your... your shit."
I heard a shocked gasp from Mother, but only had eyes for Grace. My pulse raced
as Grace smiled down at me and I knew I had said the right thing.
"Lie on the floor on your tummy, facing me, slave," Grace instructed. "That's
it, my obedient slut. Remove my sandals and busy yourself worshiping my feet
while your mother and I talk."
Grace had beautiful feet, and I took pleasure in letting my tongue slither
between her toes, making them wet and squishy with saliva.
"Yes, it's true, Martha," Grace purred. I raised my eyes and watched Grace pull
her dress up and move her hand inside her panties. "I get my pussy right over
slave Brenda's mouth... I pee - and she drinks."
"But surely she doesn't eat your... your..." I heard Mother stammer behind me.
"No need to look so shocked, Martha," said Grace. "You wanted me to punish her
in a way that she would never forget, didn't you... wanted me to take her as my
lesbian sex slave?"
"I... I... yes," Mother replied.
"I'm sure you have heard scandalous stories about what goes on among the girls
in private boarding schools. The stories are true, Martha," Grace mused as she
caressed her pussy.
"I was the prettiest girl, and all of the senior girls were wet in their panties
to get my pretty face in the naked crack of their ass... to hear me cry and
whimper as I pay lewd homage with my lips and tongue to their asshole. It was
called the 'scum-buss.' Pamala, the school's athlete, was the first to take me
that way during my very first week at the school. She and three of her friends
caught me in a wooded area outside the school's boundary. That was a major
crime, punishable by a harsh whipping with a leather strap, and I begged them
not to report me. They relented, on condition that I gave them each the
scum-buss."
"I was made to lay on the ground, and watched as the older girls removed their
panties. Pamala stood over me and raised her uniform skirt up around her waist.
I whimpered as I stared straight up at her naked ass."
"'I know how you feel at the thought of giving the scum-buss to another girl for
the first time, Grace,' Pamala said. 'Every girl in this school has given the
scum-buss at least once. When you become a senior girl you will find out how
much your pussy likes it when another girl gets her mouth and tongue right at
your asshole and starts licking. It makes a girl feel dreamy and cum so good.
Being the prettiest girl in school, you might as well resign yourself to the
fact that every senior girl is going to brown your tongue by demanding that you
give them the scum-buss.'"
"I whined in protest as one of the girls knelt beside me and pulled my panties
off. 'Shush!' Pamala ordered. 'Trudy is going to help break you in by making you
want to give us the scum-buss. Open your legs wide and let her lick your pussy.
I'm going to sit with my ass right in your face and smother you with it. We call
that 'queening.'"
"Saying thus, Pamala knelt over my prone body, then settled her firm ass over my
face. I whimpered and writhed as the humid scent of Pamala's ass filled my nose.
'Her pussy is already wet,' I heard Trudy giggle, then I gasped as I felt her
tongue licking me right in my pussy. Pamala settled herself more firmly over my
face and made me desperate for air. When she finally eased up a bite I
frantically drew in breath; in doing so I inhaled Pamala's ass scent much
deeper. She repeated this a dozen or more times, while Trudy continued to tease
my pussy with her tongue."
"What they were making me do was dirty and vile, yet I found myself becoming
giddy and aroused by Pamala's most intimate scent. With that came a perverse
thrill at being so thoroughly shamed by another girl. Trudy's skilled tongue at
my pussy was inflaming these passions, sexually arousing me more than I thought
possible. 'Please let me give your the scum-buss,' I finally gasped, shocking
myself by my desperate desire for it."
"'Are you begging me for it, Grace?' Pamala teased."
"'Please. I want it,' I begged. 'I want to do it for all of the senior girls.'"
"'Do it then you dirty little bitch. Lick my asshole,' Pamala said, moaning her
delight as I eagerly touched my tongue against her tight anus. The taste was a
lewd salty, bitterish mixture, and while I tongued her asshole, Pamala began to
finger her pussy."
"Pamala was very vocal in her sexual pleasure, calling me a dirty little
shit-licker, and demanding that I worm my tongue right inside her tight
shit-hole. I was eager to please her, and felt elated when she panted and moaned
in orgasm with my tongue inside her asshole."
"I was eager to oblige Donna and Marie the same way them. Trudy had stopped
licking my pussy once it was apparent that I was sexually aroused, but I found
my subservience to them in this shameful way was arousing me as much as Trudy's
tongue at my pussy."
"The other girls sniggered as Trudy, the last girl to use me, planted her ass in
my face. The strong smell of shit was overpowering and I cried out in surprised
alarm. 'Yes, I've just done a big nasty shit, and I'm going to brown your tongue
by making you lick my shitty ass clean,' she said, rubbing filthy ass against my
nose. What she wanted was so gross and unthinkable, yet I found myself
intoxicated by that strong smell of girl-shit. I wanted it... wanted to be used
in this lowest of the low manner. Thus I experienced my first real taste of
shit. The girls laughed and ridiculed me as I frantically rubbed my pussy,
calling me 'Miss Brown Tongue.'"
"Word quickly got around to all the other girls, and I was used in a similar
manner by all of the senior girls in the school. I would get a note or verbal
message from a senior girl directing me to meet her at a specific time to assist
her on the toilet and to receive a 'brown-tonguing.' Notice of such meetings
with even the less attractive senior girls would immediately make me become wet
in my panties with aroused expectations. I truly earned the name 'Miss Brown
Tongue.' When I became a senior girl myself, I used all of the pretty girls the
same way, from the youngest, to the oldest seniors. From my own personal
experiences, I knew the strong bittersweet pleasures a girl feels when she is
'made' to do something so nasty..."
"The thought of me taking your daughter as my dirty lesbian sex slave arouses
you, Martha. I can see it in your eyes," said Grace as she returned from her
musings. "Pull your skirt up and put your hand inside your panties,"
"Surely you don't suggest that I... I..." Mother stammered.
"Obey me Martha!" Grace angrily snapped.
"Obedience becomes you," Grace murmured after a long silence. "This is a most
pleasant way for two women to pass the afternoon, touching and stimulating
ourselves like this, don't you agree, Martha?"
"It is something I have never contemplated doing," Mother muttered begrudgingly,
trying to regain the pretense Mother always assumed.
"I am going to make it much more stimulating for you," Grace said. "Slave
Brenda, remove my panties."
I knelt up and eagerly obeyed.
"Is the gusset wet with pussy passion? And does the seat have nice brown
streakies made by my dirty ass?"
"Yes, Miss Grace," I replied. "They are very wet with pussy passion and have
lovely brown streakies."
"Good," Grace smiled. "Crawl over and deliver my intimately dirtied panties to
your mother."
I hastened to obey, excited and curious about Grace's intentions. Mother seemed
confused, and her face was red with embarrassment to be seen by her own daughter
with her skirt pulled up and one hand inside her panties. Unable to look me in
the eyes, Mother accepted Grace's panties with her free hand.
"Now crawl back over here, slave Brenda, and lick my pussy," Grace ordered as
she pulled her loose-fitting skirt up around her hips, completely revealing her
hairy crotch.
That Grace was as aroused as I with her lesbian seduction of Mother was obvious
by the creamy wetness of her pussy and her already bloated clit. I loved Grace
for taking me as her slave and would do anything she commanded, and licking her
pussy in front of Mother was an unimaginable reward. I was unable to see
anything, but heard everything that was said.
"Have you ever wondered how another woman in sexual heat smells, Martha?" Grace
asked in honeyed tones. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm... or have you ever imagined the
intoxicating sexual effect engendered by the scent of another woman's dirty
ass?"
"I... I... wouldn't know..." Mother stammered.
"Ah! Now is your chance. Smell my brown streakies. Go on, Martha, smell them."
"I... I... I..." Mother whined.
"Smell them! Now!" Grace demanded. "Obey me, Martha!"
I heard Mother whimper. A few moments later Grace resumed her soft honeyed tone
of voice. "Now smell my wet pussy passion. Keep your hand inside your panties
and touch your pussy as you sniff."
OMG! Mother was actually smelling Grace's dirty panties! After a long moment my
excitement grew as Grace remarked: "By the way your hand is moving in your
panties it is obvious that the dirty smell of my ass and the aroma of my pussy
passion make you want to cum. Isn't it so, Martha?"
Mother whimpered in response.
"Yes, you are quite infatuated by my dirty panties. I can see it in your eyes.
Acknowledge to me this is so. I wish to hear you say it. A mere 'yes' will
suffice, Martha."
"I... I... yes..." Mother whimpered after a long pause.
"My most intimate scents make you feel sexually submissive to my person, do they
not?" Grace purred.
"I... I can't help myself," Mother groaned.
"There's something else you wish to do with my dirty panties, is there not? I
know you are too ashamed to say it," came Grace's honeyed tones. "You wish to
cum with the most intimate taste of me in your mouth. You want it, don't you,
Martha?"
"Please, Grace. Please don't make me do it... please..." Mother pleaded.
"Ah! But that is what you want... to be made to obey," Grace purred. "You want
the dirty, sexy, taste of me in your mouth. Obey me, Martha. Let your pride
mingle with my most intimate tastes and swallow it all down."
Mother sobbed with self-pity and a short moment later Grace caressed my hair
with both hands. "Mmmmmmmmmm... What a dirty, lesbian slut you are becoming,
Martha," came Grace's sensuous voice.
Mother was actually doing it! She had Grace's dirty panties in her mouth! Miss
Clit was having a fit and Pussy was flowing like a river as I redoubled my
efforts with my lips and tongue at Grace's clittie.
"Suck hard, Martha, I wish you to remove my brown streakies," panted Miss Grace
as she worked her pussy against my mouth.
Both women began to moan and pant heavily in extreme sexual heat. Mother cummed
first, shortly followed by Grace, who gripped my head tightly and ground herself
roughly into my mouth.
"That was the most intense orgasm you have ever experienced, wasn't it, Martha?"
said Grace lazily as she basked in the afterglow of pleasure.
"I... I... yes, Grace..." Mother agreed, still breathless.
"It is Miss Grace from now on, do you understand, slave Martha?" Grace purred.
"Yes... Yes, Miss Grace..." Mother capitulated with a whimper.
"I have thoroughly enjoyed the cat and mouse game we have been playing,
Martha... your lesbian seduction and enslavement to my person. I could take you
right now as my lesbian sex slave and you would yield. But I shall make you come
begging to me in the intimacies of my own boudoir."
"I have four pairs of soiled panties in this silk bag. I often smell and suck on
my own panties when I play with my pussy. You are to keep my dirty panties under
your pillow and use them every night in bed as I myself so often use them. When
you cum, it will be with the thought of having the taste of my pussy and dirty
ass in your mouth. Do you understand, slave Martha?"
"I...I... yes. I... I will obey you, Miss Grace," Mother whimpered with shame.
That pushed me over the edge and I whimpered in orgasm.
"Hearing what a dirty lesbian slut her mother is has made slave Brenda cum,"
Grace laughed, much to Mother's humiliation. "I demand that every pussy stain...
and every brown streaky... be sucked clean before you return the panties to me,
do you understand, slave?"
"Yes... I... I understand. I... I will obey you, Miss Grace," came Mother's
shameful response.
Miss Grace gave Mother time to compose herself before she released my head from
the erotic embrace of her thighs. They began to chat as if nothing amiss had
happened, and I was sent to my room.
I stretched out in my room and urgently fingered Pussy and Miss Clit as I tried
to take in everything that had happened in the lounge. I whimpered in my
submissive arousal as I realized I wanted Mother to take me as her dirty lesbian
sex slave. I wanted it as much as I wanted to be Miss Grace's slave. But Mother
was so cold towards me. Then a thought occurred to me. Rising from the bed, I
went to the bathroom, and from the laundry hamper, I fished out three pairs of
Mother's dirty panties.
Back in my own room, my hands trembled as I looked at Mother's panties. I
moaned with delight as I found they were nicely stained. I whimpered and moaned
as I sniffed then licked the brown streakies in the seat of her panties. My
tongue savored the salty taste of her pee and pussy stains in the crotch, and I
became lost in wild fantasies of Mother using me for the dirtiest of lesbian
pleasures.
After extreme passions abated I realized I could not tell Mother what I desired.
I could cry and beg to her, but knew Mother would refuse to use me the way I
desired to be used. But if she was sucking Miss Grace's dirty panties clean, I
would do the same with hers, and let her know by leaving them on the floor right
in front to her bedroom door. Perhaps that would anger Mother sufficiently to
severely punish me. The thought of her whipping me without mercy roused Miss
Clit again, and I quite exhausted myself with wanton pussy play.
Thus began my own cat and mouse game... with Mother.
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To be continued...
