A couple of minutes later, Mom finished the vivid retelling before Olivia finally spoke. “Did you enjoy committing incest, slut?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Mom admitted.
“And you are willing to help me make your daughter my slut?” Olivia asked.
“Yes, Mistress,” Mom agreed, her tone hinting she wasn’t proud of her answer.
“What, slut? Are you ashamed of your Mistress?” Olivia snapped.
“N-n-no,” Mom stammered, “It’s just I don’t want her to be corrupted because of me.”
“A little late for that you dumb bitch,” Katrina attacked Mom.
“You are going to invite me over for supper tomorrow,” Olivia said. “Make it seem innocent; say I am doing research for a paper I am doing on powerful women and their inspirations and I asked to interview you.”
Katrina, “That is funny.”
“Technically true,” Olivia chuckled. “although my research is how to make powerful women submissive little cunt-licking slaves.”
“You should probably already have your Masters,” Katrina giggled.
“I’m working on my PHd,” she retorted.
“Can I fuck her, yet?” Katrina asked.
“Let’s reconvene upstairs to my slut-to-be’s room,” Olivia said, forcing me to scurry back to the bathroom to hide, my pussy already wet with anticipation of watching mom be dominated by two teens.
A minute later, all three where in my room, as was a video camera on a tripod and I gasped worried that they had videotaped mom’s detailed retelling of her and my incestuous shagging. I tiptoed from the bathroom, to spy through the thin crack of the door to my room, as mom’s humiliation continued. I pressed record on the remote control so I too would have video evidence at my disposal if need be.
Katrina moved the camera towards my bed as Olivia ordered, “Slut get on your daughter’s bed.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Mom obeyed, moving to my bed.
“Look at the camera, whore, and fuck yourself with this,” Olivia ordered, tossing a huge black cock shaped dildo on the bed.
Mom reached for it and without even the slightest hesitation or any signs of restraint, she spread her legs and slid it into her already wet cunt. I couldn’t believe how quickly my practical mother turned into an obedient slut.
Olivia asked, “Who owns you?”
“You do, Mistress,” Mom replied through moans.
“What about your bitch of a daughter?” Olivia added.
“You will soon own her too,” Mom answered, betraying me in seconds, before adding as if an afterthought, remembering I was in the house, “but she is a lot stronger than me.”
“I don’t think so,” Olivia laughed, “I could have had her eating me today, but I want to make her submission epic.”
“H-h-how so,” Mom asked, suddenly seeming concerned by Olivia’s ominous tone as I flashed back to my brief moment of weakness this morning.
“Dumb sluts don’t ask questions, is that clear?” Olivia snapped at Mom.
“S-s-sorry, Mistress,” Mom stammered back.
Katrina raised her skirt and joined mom on the bed, her body perfectly curved like Olivia’s, and straddled mom’s face. “Lick away slut.”
Mom leaned up, the angle clearly awkward, and buried her face in another of my high school nemeses. I hated Olivia the most, but Katrina was a close second and that was before I had learned the truth of my mom’s submissive submission.