Megan isn't a happy little coed. Oh no, Daddy has a hot new trophy wife just a few years older than her. Vikki watches her with speculative eyes, and that worries her. What happens when Megan's new Mommy becomes her Mistress Mommy overnight? Will she find the strength to throw off her kinky shackles? Or will Megan finder her true calling kneeling at the feet of her Mistress Mommy? More
Megan has a problem. Daddy has a hot new trophy wife just a few years older than her. Vikki watches her with speculative eyes, and that worries the college coed. Then, after her father goes to work, Vikki makes her move and proves she wants something other than a traditional mother-daughter relationship. What happens when Megan's new Mommy becomes her Mistress Mommy overnight? Will she find the strength to throw off her kinky shackles? Or will Megan find her true calling kneeling at the feet of her Mistress Mommy?
Warning: This short-story contains extremely explicit consensual kinky sex between 18 or above adults and is intended for mature readers. If you are offended by lesbian sex, bondage, step-mother step-daughter sex, very rough sex, rough anal sex, or people engaging in watersports play, please don't read this story.
* * * Only for 18+ adults * * *
Excerpt: "Wait! I can't," Megan cried. "I'm a virgin!"
"Really?" Vikki said, face lighting up with wicked glee. "Perfect."
Megan gawked her a second, their faces so close their noses touched and lips brushed when either of them spoke. The beautiful blonde captured her gaze again, and Megan felt it to her toes.
"Perfect for what?" she whispered, throat too tight to speak normally.
"For everything," Vikki purred, and tilted her head. Megan mirrored her, lips parting and trembling. "I'm your mother now, Megan. Your wicked, evil, nasty Mistress Mommy. You must obey me. Do anything and everything I say. Or else I'll punish you."
Megan felt something stir deep inside, as her insides completely melted. She stared into Vikki’s eyes, panting, trying to gather her wits as her head spun out of control.
"Please, you're scaring me."
Vikki pressed a perfectly manicured finger across Megan’s lips, and slowly shook her head. Megan’s eyes widened, knowing she’d made some kind of mistake.
Vikki spoke very quietly, but firmly. "You're scaring me, Mistress Mommy."
That confused her. Why was Vikki calling her “Mistress Mommy?” And then understanding dawned.
"What? I-I can't. I…I…"
"Say it!" Vikki demanded, eyes fierce as she snatched a fistful of long dark hair.
"You're scaring me, Mistress Mommy!"
They stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment, and Megan felt her resolve crumbling. Vikki’s eyes said she understood Megan was surrendering.
"Better," Vikki said, voice just a breathy whisper. She kissed Megan, and then held her gaze. "You should be afraid, my sweet slavegirl, because I'm about to take you to places you never dreamed of going."