Olivia smirked, “I can’t wait until I have you and your daughter pleasing all the cheerleaders.”
My pussy undeniably got wet at hearing Olivia’s plans for me even though I had no intention of allowing her to win, even though the video currently being filmed greatly complicated things.
Deciding I had to get my own video of Olivia’s mother and frustrated that I was getting turned on by the humiliation my mother was enduring and the implications of my future involvement. I quietly snuck out worried of getting caught and already planning my next move. Once outside, I went to my car and drove directly to Olivia’s house to do to her mother what she was doing to mine. I sped the whole way, my pussy wet from what I had just witnessed.
As I drove to the Phillips, I pondered if I should have not tried to save Mom today, even though I still wasn’t sure how. I chuckled to myself as I realized ironically while Olivia was fucking my mother, I would be fucking hers.
I walked right into the house and up to Lauren’s room, the sounds of sex coming from her room…she had obeyed my order.
When I reached the bedroom door I peeked inside. Lauren was on the bed and Mrs. Neilsen, Katrina’s mother, had her face buried between Lauren’s legs.
I pulled out my phone and filmed for a couple of minutes as Lauren, not surprisingly, was the domme in this relationship, as she moaned, “That’s it, lick my cunt.”
I finally walked in startling both ladies as I said, “And what is going on here?”
Mrs. Neilsen’s jumped up and turned to look at whose voice was behind her.
“Hi, Katrina’s mom,” I greeted, as I walked over to the bed.
“W-w-who are you?” she asked, her face glistening with pussy juice, as she tried to cover herself up.
“Its ok, you don’t know me,” I smiled, moving to my slut and sliding my finger inside her, I added, “but you will very soon. I am your new Mistress.”
“Excuse me?” she asked.
Ignoring her, I snapped my fingers and Lauren crawled off the bed, without a word, dropped to her knees and knelt at my feet.
“What is going on here?” the dignified and startled mother asked.
“Slut, tell her who owns you,” I instructed, copying Olivia’s earlier words used on my mother.
Without looking up, she answered, “You do, Mistress.”
“Look at the other slut when answering,” I demanded.
“How dare you?” Katrina’s mom said, standing up.
“Sit down, cunt-licker,” I ordered, putting my hands on her shoulders and pushing her back onto the bed. “By the way, nice tits for an old hag.”
“Fuck you,” she glared, beginning to get up again.
“Oh trust me, I intend to,” I promised playing with her words as I again pushed her onto the bed.
Katrina’s mom glared at me, glanced quickly to her friend for help, before asking, “What the hell is going on here?”
I smiled, “Your daughter, along with my slut’s daughter, have turned my mother into their sex slave. I thought I would return the favor.”
“I am not going to be your sex slave,” she said defiantly.
“I beg to differ,” I smiled. “I know you and slut here have been secretly shagging for a while.”