Nisha, Sonal and Mary

AUTHOR’S NOTE.

This story is my own retelling of a fantasy shared with me by a married mother of two I met through this very site. And needless to say that she’s very interested in both this final product and any replies which this tale might garner. So the following is dedicated to you MK.

PROLOGUE.

“It’s okay Mommy. I’m nineteen now. That makes this consensual.”

“Does it really though Sonal? I think the rules are different when it comes to incest.”

“Oh please stop using that ugly word. I’m your daughter not your son. There’s a difference and you know it!”

“Fair enough. But there’s still a psychological aspect involved with all of this which needs to be considered.”

“And I say phooey to all of that mumble-jumble. We’re as close as close can be and have been ever since I can remember. So I’m sure we can navigate even this together. It’s all about mutual trust afterall. And with the ultimate goal of making one another feel really, really good.”

“While doing something really, really bad with each other.”

That’s a matter of opinion Mommy. Others might say that it’s a beautiful thing.”

“And speaking of beautiful, I at least will admit that you look incredible standing there naked right now.”

“Thank you Mommy. And you look simply divine standing there naked yourself.”

“That’s kind of you to say Sonal. Now remind me again why we’re standing here together without any clothes on in the first place. Mommy needs to hear it.”

“Well… Do you see that other girl standing just over there wearing a lacy red one-piece teddy while brandishing a black leather belt like a whip? That’s my girlfriend Mary. Or make that Mistress Mary. Which is what we both call her by now as you know. And she just ordered us to get naked for her. So we did so without question like the obedient pair of slaves we’ve truly become. Slave Mother Nisha and Slave Daughter Sonal.”

“Tell me this isn’t as bad as it sounds.”

“At least this is our first time being dommed by Mistress Mary together as a duo. So there’s that I guess.”

“C’mon now Sonal. You know as well as I do that this is technically our first time doing anything sexual whatsoever with one another.”

“Then it’s just too bad that we wound up having the same mistress I guess.”

“Which you set up on purpose without my knowledge!”

“For a darn good reason too. And even you can’t deny that.”

“Fair enough. But what’s done is done. The present is all that matters. And it’s just unfortunate that I’m presently showing off my naked body to another girl while my very own daughter is standing next to me and doing the exact same thing.”

“Actually Mommy, I think it pleases Mistress Mary most of all that you and me are standing here naked in front of one another.”

“I think so too Sonal. And especially because it’s obvious to all three of us that Slave Mother Nisha and Slave Daughter Sonal are both sexually aroused right now.”

“As I’m well aware of Mommy. I can see how your nipples too are every bit as swollen in excitement as mine are as well.”

“Only just for Mistress Mary you suppose? Both of us I mean. Or perhaps also somewhat for one another as well.”

“Mommy don’t be silly. Our bodies are fully interacting with each other right now. And look at what they’re telling us. We’re at least both capable of maintaining a heightened state of sexual arousal in one another’s presence. So I can’t help but assume that we’re also both at least somewhat responsible for getting one another turned on like we are.”

“And turned on how? Tell Mommy. Is it only your nipples that are feeling the effects of arousal right now?”

“Well… I might be a little bit damp right now too.”

“I see. And so was I until just now. But what you just said is making me more wet down there instead.”

“You don’t say. And hearing about that from you is now having the same effect on me.”

“I’m honestly more flattered than anything else. I just wish that our mistress would speak up and offer us some guidance from here.”

“Oh Mommy stop it! Isn’t it obvious why she’s staying quiet right now? You and I are right on the cusp of doing something very taboo with one another. We’re about to cross a certain line together that very few actually dare cross. So I think it’s only appropriate that Mistress Mary is simply chilling out for a bit while you and I figure out this part for ourselves.”

“And what part is this anyway? I’m just curious is all. And be a dear and use that certain word that you dislike so much when answering that question. I need to be reassured that you understand the gravity of this situation.”

“You mean the word incest Mommy? What they call sex between relatives?”

“And what some even call a sin. Now go on.”

“Well Mistress Mary got us together like this for the express purpose of watching us commit incest for her viewing pleasure. And neither Slave Mother Nisha nor Slave Daughter Sonal seems to have a problem with being lured into incest as a way of pleasing their mistress.”

“Close enough I suppose. But this next part you mentioned is still going to be really difficult for me.”

“Don’t worry Mommy. I’ll ease you into this gently. Just please answer a question for me first. It hurt when you gave birth to me, right?”

Well… Yes. Of course. Childbirth does indeed hurt. But it doesn’t last very long though. And besides, being rewarded with a bundle of joy at the end of the whole thing makes it all worth it.”

“Still though. I hurt you down there before. Accidentally of course.”

“In a sense I suppose. What about it?”

“Well maybe I feel that I owe you something in return for enduring the pain necessary to bring me into the world in the first place.”

“How though? Tell Mommy.”

“By giving you pleasure down there instead. But only to offset the pain I gave you down there about nineteen years ago now.”

“Sexual pleasure you mean.”

“Of course. And also of course also for the viewing pleasure of that lady over there we both call Mistress Mary.”

“Obviously. Like a two-for-one special. But how would you propose to grant me this sexual gratification that you’re offering me?”

“That’s easy. Just grant me permission to kiss you right where it hurt when I was being born.”

“That’s an awfully big step Sonal. And I’m assuming that you’re planning on kissing me more than just once down there too.”

“Well yeah. I’m not stopping until Mistress Mary tells me to stop. So you won’t have a say in the matter by then.”

“You won’t either Slave Daughter Sonal.”

“Which is perfectly fine by me Slave Mother Nisha.”

“Fine then. In that case, get on your knees for your Mommy.”

“Like this Mommy? With my face right next to the place where I was born?”

“Call it ‘Mommy’s pussy’ please Sonal.”

“Yes of course. Mommy’s pussy. Mommy’s pretty pussy. Mommy’s kissable pussy.”

“Yes I suppose it is kissable to an incest-loving girl such as yourself. But would it still be deserving of your affection even if it didn’t belong to your mother?”

“More than deserving Mommy.”

“Then show me Sonal. Kiss it for me please. Make it feel all better now all these years after you made it hurt while I was giving birth to you.”

“I’m about to. But look over there first Mommy. Mistress Mary is already playing with herself!”

“Mmm hmm. And she has been for at least the past thirty seconds sweetie.”

“Oh Mommy. She looks so sexy rubbing her pussy like that through the fabric of her teddy!”

“Yeah she really does. And look at how aggressive she’s being with all of that rubbing too. And so soon after she just started at that!”

“So I see. This little talk we’ve been having seems to have turned her on like crazy! But now I think it’s time for me to really give her something to masturbate to.”

“I think you should. Show her what incest looks like and kiss me where you were born Sonal.”

“Mommy’s pussy you mean?”

“Yes Sonal. I want you to kiss Mommy’s pussy.”

“And kiss it like this you mean?”

“Oh my God! I can’t believe my very own daughter just did that to me!”

“Oh but I did. And here’s another kiss too for Mommy’s pretty pussy.”

“This is so wrong! Sonal! This is so wrong!”

“What’s that Mommy? You want me to kiss your pretty pussy again? Well… If you insist.”

“And it feels wrong too! I swear that it does!”

“You know what? Since Mistress Mary hasn’t told me to stop yet… Here’s a whole bunch of kisses right in a row for Mommy’s pretty pussy.”

“Holy shit! How can something so wrong feel so fucking amazing?! Sonal you better stop! Seriously! This is insane! I’m right on the verge of getting addicted to this!”

CHAPTER ONE.

Hello, my name is Nisha. I am originally from India but moved to the United States shortly after I married my husband. Now as a forty-eight year-old mother of two, not to brag but I hardly look my age and, instead, could pass for being a full decade younger than I really am. And I’m also blessed with an hourglass size-four figure featuring a fully formed but smooth and taut rear-end and breasts that fit best inside of bras labeled as ’34-DD.’ And needless to say that my skin is light-brown in hue while my long and straight mane of hair is jet-black in color and naturally shiny.

And that description also mostly applies to Sonal, the younger of my two children. She looks a lot like me in body, hair and face all. Although I have to admit that she’s a tad bit prettier than yours truly. But I at least have her bested in the chest-department as she wears bras labeled as ’34-D’ instead.

My story begins roughly a year ago now as I’m writing these words. Sonal had just turned nineteen and was only about three weeks into her first semester at college. Unlike her older brother who was off at a university located in a completely different part of the country, Sonal chose to pursue her studies at a college located only about a ninety minute car ride away from our hometown. She was living by herself in a single-room dorm located on-campus and was yet undecided on a major.

So Sonal and I were chatting on the phone one night when she suddenly said, “Mom, there’s a girl here at school who’s bullying me.”

I was livid. How dare anyone bully my precious daughter! She’s the light of my life afterall. “About what?” I wanted to know.

“My race,” Sonal admitted. “She mocks me for being Indian and calls me ‘Brownie.'”

With my blood boiling by then, “I want you to go to the RA and report this immediately!”

“You don’t understand,” Sonal replied. “This girl Mary lives off-campus. She’s in my English Lit class and waits for me in the hallway afterwards most days to insult me for reasons I don’t understand.”

After taking a couple of deep breaths to try and calm myself down, “Listen sweetie,” I said. “Your bully Mary sounds like a bigot plain and simple. So my advice to you is either ignore her completely or bully her right back. She’s white I’m assuming so call her a hillbilly or a cracker or something.”

“She is white yes,” Sonal replied. “And it’s not that simple I’m afraid. She’s trying to turn my friends against me too. The few of them I’ve made since moving here that is. Mary’s trying to convince them that I’m not worthy of their friendship as a first generation Indian-American.”

None of which sounded like the Sonal I knew. My daughter has always been fiercely independent and never one to worry about what others may think about her. So I replied back, “Snap out of it Sonal. What’s gotten into you?”

But it seemed like she was on the verge of tears when Sonal then said, “Please Mom. Things are different now that I’m living on my own for the first time ever. I have all these classes I’m trying to pass with professors I’m trying to impress. And plus I’m still getting used to living in a different city where I really don’t know my way around very well yet. So this thing with Mary is just something I’m having a hard time dealing with on top of all these changes going on in my life right now.”

Suddenly a bit ashamed at myself for failing to understand all that my daughter was going through, “Okay honey,” I replied. “I know how hard growing up can be. But you can’t let some stupid bigot get you down. Your father and I raised you better than that.”

I was then thrown for a total loop when, “Mom I need a favor please,” Sonal said. “Can you drive up here this weekend and talk to Mary yourself? Maybe you can somehow convince her to leave me alone.”

Although I was certainly empathetic to my daughter’s situation, “I don’t think that’s a good idea Sonal,” I decided. “You’re a grown up now and need to learn how to fight your own battles yourself.”

“Mom I’m begging you,” Sonal persisted. “I’ll never ask you for another favor like this ever again. I need help and you’re the only one I can turn to.”

What mother could have resisted those words? Not this one at least. Still though, “Do you even know where this Mary girl lives?” I asked.

“I do,” Sonal replied. “I was sneaky and followed her home one day after she bullied me for about the fifth time. Just don’t ask me why because I’m not even sure myself. But she lives in this house only a couple of blocks away from campus. And I’m assuming that she lives there with another three or four girls.”

Against my better judgement, I then agreed to drive over and meet with my daughter at her dorm on the following Saturday to decide upon a plan of action from there.

*

And I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t a bit miffed with Sonal by the time I was pulling into her parking lot around eleven that morning. It still didn’t seem right to me that she couldn’t handle the situation with this Mary girl herself.

But my heart softened once Sonal greeted me at her dorm room door with a smile and a hug. Even though it had only been a couple of weeks since we had last seen each other, I suddenly found myself willing to do whatever it might take to make her happy. My kids mean everything to me like that.

So I wound up taking Sonal out to lunch a short time later at a nearby fast food joint. And while we were eating, she apologized for everything and added, “Just this once I promise. I’ll learn to handle things like this on my own from now on.”

Then on our ride back to Sonal’s dorm, she directed me down Mary’s street and pointed out where her bully lived. It was a two-story house in decent shape which I figured contained three or four upstairs bedrooms.

A short time later, dressed for the day in a button-down blouse, ankle-length skirt and flats, alone, I walked up to Mary’s front door and rang the bell before I was greeted by a cute waifish blonde in her early twenties.

“Hello,” I said. ‘I’m looking for Mary. Is she home by any chance?”

“You’re in luck,” the blonde replied. “C’mon in!”

The blonde then shut the door behind me and called upstairs for Mary before I was soon stunned at the vision of sheer beauty that greeted my eyes once I caught sight of her standing at the top of the stairs. I thought to myself that she must have been one of the most gorgeous females I had ever seen in-person before.

Sonal’s same age, Mary is blessed with a beautiful mane of thick light-brown hair which frames an equally beautiful face highlighted most notably by a pair of full and pouty lips. And her body is equally as impressive even if her breasts are merely C-cup in size (in comparison to Sonal’s pair of D’s and my pair of double-D’s). Otherwise she too is blessed with an alluring hourglass figure.

Dressed in a pair of tight-fitting jeans and t-shirt bearing the name of her and Sonal’s college, Mary made her way down the staircase as the blonde retreated elsewhere into the house. Then after she reached the bottom of the stairs, Mary affixed her gaze on me and said, “Hello. And who might you be?”

A bit off-put for some reason at the look Mary was giving me, “My name is Nisha,” I replied. “I’m Sonal’s mother.”

Mary actually laughed at that before she replied, “But of course. I should have realized so right off the bat. The resemblance is uncanny!”

Still in awe at just how great-looking Sonal’s bully turned out to be, “We get that a lot,” I admitted. “Is there someplace you and I can go to speak in private?”

Suddenly beaming from ear to ear, “Sure,” Mary replied. “Follow me up to my bedroom Nisha.”

And before I could object, Mary spun on her heels and began making her way back up the stairs. And I couldn’t help it as my eyes went straight to the sight of her ass at that.

But only because it’s simply divine. A true work of art in every sense of the phrase. It’s just a bit plump and exceedingly curvaceous yet fit and toned to the max. And oh my goodness did it look spectacular wrapped nice and snug within the skin-tight jeans that Mary was wearing that day.

And by the time I was following Mary into her bedroom seconds later, it was official. I was attracted to her. Attracted to her like that I mean. I just couldn’t help myself.

It just happens to me like that from time to time. A select few fellow females can get my blood pumping in that sort of way. And even though I had never acted upon those certain leanings of mine, I would sometimes even watch girl-on-girl porn as a source of inspiration to help get myself off.

But discreetly of course. I kept an old laptop of mine hidden away inside of my dresser that I would only use for the purpose of downloading and looking at videos of girls being intimate with one another. Always by myself that is. So not even my husband is aware of the fact that I’m secretly bi-curious.

And so what if some of those videos I like watching are of the mother/daughter variety? It didn’t mean anything other than the fact that I’m secretly a bit kinky. I simply like the idea that some mothers and their daughters might be into exploring their sexual sides with one another.

But I had never in truth fantasized about Sonal and me being intimate with one another like that. That wasn’t my thing at all.

None of which was on my mind however once Mary had closed her bedroom door behind us. Aside from the knowledge that I was attracted to her like I mean.

And I have to say that Mary’s room was amazingly neat and tidy for a college student. Her bed was even made! Otherwise, she was apparently a huge fan of classic rock artists like The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, Queen and The Who based on the smattering of posters hanging on her walls.

Mary then spun around to face me after shutting her door and, “So what’s this all about?” she asked. “Don’t tell me that poor little Sonal went running to her mommy with the news that some of the girls here at school are being mean to her.”

Suddenly aware once again of why I was paying Mary that visit in the first place, I pushed aside my certain feelings for her and replied, “The way Sonal tells it, the only one being mean to her here is you.”

Mary chuckled at that and shot back, “Maybe only because no one else here has the guts to put her in her place.”

I then shook my head and asked, “Just because of her heritage?”

After thinking things over for a bit, “Yes and no,” Mary replied. “It more has to do with the fact that I don’t appreciate being viewed a certain way by a girl so inferior to me.”

Completely confused by then, “What are you talking about?” I wanted to know. “Inferior how? And in what way do you think Sonal views you?”

With a smirk, “Inferior because of her race,” Mary replied. “And I think she views me pretty much the same way I think her mom views me too.”

I just couldn’t help myself when, “You’re nothing but a small-minded bigot!” I snapped back in reply. “And I don’t view you any way other than that!”

Mary then chuckled again and said, “Oh yeah? Then please explain why you’ve been undressing me with your eyes ever since you first caught sight of me coming down the stairs.”

My heart leapt into my throat at that. Was it that obvious to Mary that I was so enraptured by her beauty? And before I could even try to refute her claim…

“I’m not surprised really,” Mary continued. “Like mother like daughter.”

Only then did it fully hit me that Mary was under the impression that Sonal too was enraptured by her beauty. Enraptured like that I mean. And to be perfectly honest, I had never before even considered the possibility that Sonal may have been bi-curious like me.

More angry than anything else by then, “I think you’re crazy,” I told Mary. “Maybe you’re just projecting. It could be that you’re the one with the hots for me and Sonal both.”

To which Mary replied, ” You keep right on thinking that as I’m conducting a little test to see if I’m right about you.”

She then spun around to turn her back to me and began putting a ton of sway through her hips to make her jean-clad ass do a dance for my enjoyment.

And I couldn’t help it when my eyes went straight to the sight of which. Mary’s incredible rear-end looked all the more incredible still when set in constant motion. It’s pair of firm and bulbous cheeks were being made to move all around independent of each other within the confines of her jeans.

And I suppose that Mary was actually twerking by the time she whipped around her head and caught sight of me staring at her ass moving all around. And she was twerking away still when she then exclaimed, “Busted! And I bet this is making your nipples hard too!”

And although I hadn’t noticed so until just then, I could indeed feel my nipples starting to peak themselves in arousal within the bra I was wearing under my blouse. But I lied when I raised my eyes to meet Mary’s and replied, “You wish.”

She then brought her certain show to an end, turned back around to face me again, laughed and said, “Then please explain why all the color just drained from your face.”

Which I chose to ignore and replied, “I’ve had enough with your games Mary. What’s it going to take for you to leave Sonal alone?”

As a wicked smile then appeared upon Mary’s beautiful face, “Do I really have to say it Nisha?” she asked. “I get the impression that you’ve never actually been with another girl before. But I also get the impression that you’re totally open to that idea however.”

I suddenly felt more conflicted than I had ever felt before. Mary was propositioning me plain and simple. Propositioning me for sex. And seeing how she had been right about her assessment of me, I could hardly believe that I actually had the opportunity to act out my certain secret desires for the first time ever with such an incredibly attractive fellow female.

But she was my daughter’s bully! Poor Sonal had been verbally abused by this girl! So how could I in good conscious indulge in my secret wish to try out lesbian lovemaking with her?

And plus there was something else too. “I thought you viewed us Indians as inferior to you whites,” I offered.

“Oh but I do!” Mary sung in reply. “That’s why you’ll only be servicing me today and not the other way around too. I refuse to return that sort of favor to someone so inferior to me. So if you’d like to be serviced as well, I suggest that you service yourself while you’re servicing me.”

I lost it at that and, “How dare you!” I exclaimed. “It’s bad enough that you’re trying to blackmail me into having sex with you! But it’s worse that you also seem intent on treating me like some kind of play-thing while doing so!”

Just as calm as could be, “I believe the word you’re looking for is slave,” Mary said. “That’s my proposal to you. Agree to be my brown-skinned slave and I promise to leave Sonal alone from now on.”

Purely on impulse, “Absolutely not,” I declared. “There has to be some other way for us to work things out.”

Without a word of reply, Mary then started undressing herself. First she peeled off her t-shirt and tossed it aside. Then she kicked off her tennis shoes, bent over and removed her socks, rose back upright and unzipped her jeans and let them fall down the length of her legs to the floor.

I was then privy to the view of Mary’s alluring nineteen-year-old body clad in only a matching full-coverage light-blue bra and panty combo. And come to find out, her tummy is amazingly flat below her pair of C-cups while her hips and thighs are rounded into lovely forms below the place where her waist is shaped nice and skinny in comparison.

Rendered speechless at the sight of all which, I felt as my nipples were made to stiffen even more in excitement than they already were.

Still without a word, Mary then spun on her heels to show me her incredible ass wrapped within only the fabric of her panties. And when she gave her tush a little wiggle for my viewing pleasure at that, I felt as my nipples achieved a state of maximum excitement in response.

After Mary then spun back around to face me once again, she placed her hands on her hips and said, “Now please return the favor and strip down to just your underwear for me too.”

I was remaining stubborn however. “Why should I?” I asked. “Give me one good reason I should let this be the way you’ll agree to leave Sonal alone.”

After letting out a laugh at that, “Seriously?” Mary replied. “Look at me Nisha. When are you going to have another shot like this with someone as good-looking as I am?”

And she did have a point. I wasn’t getting any younger afterall. Still though, “I am married you realize, correct?” I offered.

“Yeah to Sonal’s father,” Mary shot back. “A man in other words. Which makes this thing with me totally different from cheating!”

“Not that he ever would,” I replied. “But I would still consider it cheating if he ever decided to step out behind my back with another man.”

“Apples and oranges!” Mary exclaimed. “Admit it. He wouldn’t have any problem whatsoever with the knowledge that his wife hooked up with another woman.”

So there went that argument out the window. Despite all of his good traits, my husband is still a guy afterall.

And pretty much out of options by then period, “Sonal can never learn about this,” I stated. “I must insist upon that.”

With a shake of her head, “You really don’t get it do you?” Mary replied. “That part is going to be my favorite! Tell Sonal that you talked me into being nicer to her just by having a heart-to-heart with me. But I’m going to love keeping from her the fact that her mother really altered my behavior by agreeing to service me sexually every Saturday morning for the foreseeable future.”

“Excuse me?!” I cried out. “I live ninety minutes away for one thing! And how am I going to explain to my husband that I’m away from our house for so long each and every Saturday morning?”

After thinking things over for a bit, “You’ve decided that Sonal is homesick and needs a visit from her mom once a week to keep her calm while she’s adjusting to college life,” Mary declared. “Or at least that’s what you’re going to be telling your daughter and husband both. Then it will just be a simple matter of you paying me a little visit after each of your mother-daughter bonding sessions. You’ll be in the neighborhood afterall.”

Amazed that Mary had come up with such an almost fool-proof plan of action right on the spot, “But what about your housemates?” I countered with. “I’ve already met one of them today. We can’t risk them seeing me coming and going here every Saturday morning. They might get nosy and actually find out who I am. And maybe even then seek out Sonal to ask her why I keep paying you those visits.”

After thinking things over some more, “Good point,” Mary conceded. “I’ll have to work on finding us somewhere private where we can meet up from now on. Don’t worry though. I’ve already got a couple of possible places in mind. So just call me on your way over next weekend and I can let you know where I’ll be waiting for you at.”

All but resigned to my fate by then, “Only for Sonal,” I declared. “Only so you’ll leave her alone from now on.”

Mary let out a hardy laugh at that before she exclaimed, “Oh please! As if the thought of you now getting some steady action on the side with a hot college chick isn’t responsible at all for your decision to agree to my proposal!”

“Maybe just a little,” I lied.

“Yeah right,” Mary snorted. “Now take off your blouse for me Nisha.”

Although I struggled with the words while saying it, “Yes Mary,” I replied. “I suppose I owe you at least that for stripping down to your bra and panties for me.”

But before anything else, “Lets make that Mistress Mary instead,” Marry offered.

And that went straight to my clit. With my nipples remaining fully aroused, my little lady-button twitched in approval at those words. But still, “Do I really have to call you that?” I asked. “This is all humiliating enough as it is.”

“Do it for Sonal,” Mary replied. “Or I can keep right on bullying her if you’d prefer.”

So what could I do? “Please no,” I decided. “Don’t do that Mistress Mary.”

With a smile, “Very nice,” Mary replied. “See how easy that was? Now be a dear and do as your mistress just said.”

Without a word, I then unbuttoned my blouse completely, removed it from my body and let it fall to the floor at my feet.

But I was showing off for Mary more than just the sight of my double-Ds clad in only the bra I was wearing. Afterall, “Oh how lovely,” she remarked. “Look at your nipples trying to poke holes through those bra-cups! Is that for me?”

Completely unashamed that Mary could make out just how aroused I since had become, “Only for you,” I replied. “That’s what seeing you dressed in so little does to me Mistress Mary.”

Just for show I suppose, Mary then slowly spun herself around in another 360 to let me again check out all that her bra and panty clad body had to offer. Then she wanted to know, “How often do you indulge in those certain thoughts pertaining to other girls?”

And speaking in reference to how often I would play around on my certain laptop, “Maybe three or four times per month on average,” I admitted.

“How lovely,” Mary replied. “And now remove your skirt for me Nisha.”

Without hesitation, I then kicked off the shoes on my feet before I worked my skirt down the length of my legs to the floor with my already discarded blouse. Then as we were facing one another dressed in only our bras and panties…

“What’s happening to me?” I asked. “What have you done to me Mistress Mary?”

“Only what I’m sure you’ve been wishing to have happen to you for a very long time now,” she replied. “Another girl has finally decided to seduce you Nisha.”

It was like she was a mind-reader or something. But still, “I never dreamed it would be like this though,” I confessed. “I can’t believe I’m being made to serve as another woman’s submissive little slave. And especially so for this being my very first time with another woman period.”

“Well consider that your punishment for never having the guts to try seducing another woman yourself,” Mary replied. “Now take off your bra and show me those glorious tits of yours.”

Powerless to do anything else but obey by that point, I reached behind my body and undid my bra before I removed it completely and let it fall to the floor with my skirt and blouse.

Then at the sight of me then standing there topless, “Holy fuck!” Mary exclaimed. “Those are spectacular!”

And I promise I’m not bragging once again but it’s true that my breasts are not only quite large but also in remarkably good shape for my age. They remain rounded into forms far more orb-like than not even though they may be positioned a little bit lower out in front of my torso than they were when I was younger. But the effects of gravity aside, my huge boobs even still point mostly straight forwards as well.

And oh how I loved showing off my double-Ds for Mary to see while my chocolate-brown nipples were fully erect in arousal. They almost morph into the size of marbles when in such a state.

“Now your panties,” Mary said then. “Remove them also for me please.”

Without hesitation, “Yes Mistress Mary,” I replied. “But of course.”

Not three seconds later I was standing there naked in front of Mary. And when her eyes went straight to my crotch at that, I parted my thighs just so in order to show her what I know she wanted to see. The way I keep my pussy neat and trimmed that is. I only sport a little clipped-short rectangle of hair down there, every bit as black as the hair that hangs from my head.

I then spun myself in a slow 360 to show off my naked body from all angles. And it pleased me greatly when Mary let out a coo of approval as she got her first look at my firm and curvy ass laid completely bare.

Then once I was facing her again, “Very nice,” Mary said. “Now tell me how you feel right now. Aside from being turned on I mean.”

And guess what? I wasn’t the only one who was turned on by then. I could make out quite clearly through the fabric of her bra that Mary’s nipples also had since swollen in arousal. And what an ego boost it was for me to know that even well into my forties I could sexually excite someone so young and attractive just by showing off my body in the buff.

And in answer to her question, it was nothing but the truth when I replied, “I feel a bit humiliated Mistress Mary.”

As her face lit up in a show of absolute delight at that news, “Excellent!” Mary exclaimed. “Then you shouldn’t have a problem with doing what I want now. Not if you’re already humiliated in the first place. So be a dear and kneel down in front of your mistress.”

Just out of curiosity, “And what if I refuse?” I asked.

With a smile, “That’s actually not a bad idea,” Mary replied. “I dare you to do it. If only to give me the opportunity to show you the lengths I’m willing to go to in order to fully assert myself over you.”

“Fine then,” I declared. “Stripping myself naked at your command is one thing Mistress Mary. But I’m not yet willing to go to the extreme of kneeling in front of you in a show of total submission.”

Without a word, Mary then marched over to her closet, opened it, grabbed something from within and marched back over to stand in front of me once again while hiding whatever she had grabbed behind her back.

“Being a tease doesn’t become you Mistress Mary,” I said. “Let me see what that is please.”

Only because you said please,” Mary replied. And then she held out for me to see the leather belt she had just pilfered from her closet.

But I snorted at the sight of which and chided, “I highly doubt you’re capable of using that like I’m sure you’re thinking about on a woman you just met.”

“Try me,” Mary replied. “Kneel before me this instant or I’ll send you back home to your husband with your ass whipped all black and blue.”

And it came as a total shock to me when my clit twitched in excitement once again at that. So perhaps that’s the reason I then admitted, “No biggie really. We’ve been married for over twenty years now so it’s not exactly like he’s after me for sex every single night. I should be able to keep him at bay long enough for those marks to go away.”

In a thoughtful tone of voice, “Interesting,” Mary replied. “I’ll have more questions later about the nature of your sex life. But for now, one last chance to do as I said or prepare to feel my wrath.”

And it was nothing but the truth when I replied back, “Maybe it excites me to no end the thought of my mistress resorting to physical aggression in order to fully subdue me.”

“Good,” Mary stated. “Then turn around.”

“No,” I replied.

Quick as a cat, Mary then leapt behind me and managed to lash my ass with her belt before I could turn away. It’s long leather strap connected with both of my cheeks at once with a pop that filled the room. And hard enough to make me cry out in pain and surprise both.

But another reaction took place then as well. My pussy instantly grew damp.

Suddenly a young woman’s voice from behind me said, “I said kneel my slave.”

But I remained standing right where I was. And I was still even facing forwards when I replied, “Once more Mistress Mary. And really let me have it this time please.”

And boy did she ever. That second lash she delivered to the flesh of my ass via her belt felt like getting stung by fifty bees at once. It took my breath away in fact. Literally. I couldn’t make a sound even though I felt like screaming.

And I dropped to my knees right then too. And only partly in response to feeling such a strong flash of pain. Mostly I did so to prove to Mary that, yes indeed, by then, I was all hers.

And something else happened too within a matter of seconds. My pussy grew from being merely damp to downright wet. And probably for a couple different reasons at that.

Belt in-hand and still rocking her light-blue bra and panty combo, Mary then moved to stand directly in front of me; naked on my knees in a show of total submission while sure that my ass was then marked by a pair of bright-red lash marks.

She then waited until I rose my eyes to meet hers before she said, “You’ll be punished for taking so long to learn your proper place with me. Understand?”

“Understood Mistress Mary,” I replied.

“Lovely,” She declared. “But you first deserve some kind of reward for falling in line with me eventually.”

“That’s very kind of you Mistress Mary,” I replied.

She then removed her bra and tossed it aside. And I couldn’t help but let out a gasp of admiration at the sight of Mary then standing there topless.

Her pair of C-cup-sized breasts are molded into true spheres of flesh that are perched nice and high upon her torso. They’re just as beautiful as she is everywhere else in fact. Same as her areolas as well. They’re a lovely dark shade of pink and are rounded into perfect circles only a hair bigger around than quarters in circumference.

And upon her areolas, as I already knew to be true, Mary’s nipples were standing fully erect by the time I was getting my first look at her breasts in the flesh. They’re the kind that elongate more than anything else when their owner happens to be excited about something.

“And now for your punishment,” Mary then let me know. “I won’t be removing my panties for you today. So you’ll have to wait until next week before getting your first look at my ass laid bare. And also my pretty pink pussy.”

And between those two, I wasn’t sure which one I was more bummed out about not being able to see for another seven days. “Wait a minute though Mistress Mary,” I then realized. “Didn’t you say that your ultimate plan for today involves me servicing you while I’m servicing myself?”

“What of it slave?” Mary asked in return. “There’s just going to be a single layer of fabric between your mouth and it’s target is all. Don’t let that get in the way of giving me a good time.”

“Time or times?” I had to ask. “Sorry but I need to know exactly what’s expected of me today Mistress Mary.”

After thinking things over a bit, “Once will suffice for today,” Mary decided. “This is your first time afterall. No need to put any more pressure on you than there already is.”

“And what about that other part of your plan for today?” I needed to know then.

“No time like the present,” Mary replied. “Go ahead and start on yourself first. Show me what you do when thinking about certain other girls.”

“Some girls like you make me feel like doing this to myself Mistress Mary,” I said.

Remaining on my knees in front of her, I then widened my stance and moved a hand into place before I extended the tip of my middle finger to my labia. And I was still looking Mary in the eyes when I then, very gently, began petting my clit.

“What a pathetic family,” Mary then chided. “Daughter can’t fight her own battles without calling in Mom for backup. And Mom can’t do anything else but use her sex-appeal to help bail Daughter out.”

But I was enjoying myself far too much to even care about any of that. It just felt so delightfully kinky to be naked on my knees and playing with myself for the viewing pleasure of such a beautiful young woman.

“And let’s not forget about Dad,” Mary continued. “Word on the street is that he’s not fulfilling his duties as a husband when it comes to taking care of Mom’s certain needs.”

And even though I knew she was talking about something else instead, “He can’t help it,” I felt the need to confess. “It’s not his fault that his dick is only five inches long when it’s completely hard.”

Mary actually let out a belly-laugh at that and, “Five inches?!” she cried out. “Are you kidding me?! Is it at least really thick?!”

“Not especially no,” I further confessed. “Maybe average in thickness if even that.”

“Pathetic!” Mary exclaimed. “Can he even give you an orgasm with that thing?!”

Still stroking my clit slowly, “See what I’m doing to myself right now?” I replied. “I have to do this in-tandem with him fucking my pussy or the answer to your question is no.”

With a chuckle, “Well there is an upside to that I suppose,” Mary declared. “You must be an expert by now at seeing to your certain needs all by yourself.”

“Indeed,” I concurred. And truthfully at that.

“But not until you’ve gotten me off first,” Mary said then. “Feel free to keep touching yourself my slave. But don’t you dare make yourself cum before I have, okay?”

“Understood Mistress Mary,” I replied.

So I was still only teasing my clit gently when I then scooched forwards on my knees to within of foot of where Mary was standing. She then spread apart her thighs and took hold of my head in her hands before she guided my face towards her panty-clad pussy and…

“Kiss it,” I was told.

Mary then let go of my head as I pressed my lips together and planted my first kiss to the crotch of her panties.

“Very nice,” she replied to which. “Don’t stop.”

How could I? Kissing the of pussy such a beautiful girl was a literal dream come true for me afterall. Even through her panties.

So I then began planting kiss after kiss against my intended target. That is, the place inside of Mary’s panties where I knew her labia was located. And even though it was difficult for me to do so by then, I was still only gently petting my clit at the same time too.

And after maybe thirty seconds into that kissing session of mine, “You love my body Nisha don’t you?” Mary asked.

In between kisses, “Mmm hmm!”… “Mmm hmm!”

“You know who else has a really nice body?” Mary asked then.

In between kisses, “Tell me.”

“Sonal.”

And I didn’t even mind hearing Mary utter my daughter’s name aloud while I was kissing her pussy through her panties. A part of me knew that I should have been off-put instead. But it truly didn’t bother me at all.

“Like mother like daughter,” Mary said then. “Surely you’ve noticed that she’s taken after you in that respect.”

In between kisses, “Of course.”… “She’s matured rather nicely.”

After letting out a coo of approval at that, “Now tease me with your tongue my slave,” Mary instructed.

And still while using a finger to tease my own, I then ceased with my kissing and instead started licking Mary where I knew her clit would be located within those panties of hers. Over and over in rhythm.

And Mary started whimpering at the sensation of which. But they were whimpers of delight which assured me that my licks were connecting with their intended target.

In between whimpers, “Sonal’s tits especially,” Mary huffed out then. “They’re damn near the size of her mom’s huge pair!”

Still not bothered by Mary talking about my daughter while I was lapping at her pussy and masturbating as well, I took a break with my licking for just long enough to reply, “I know. Good genes huh?”

Then as I resumed with my licking, “Not bad for a lowly pair of Indian girls anyway,” Mary huffed out.

In response to which, I then started slurping at Mary’s panty-clad pussy with much more force than before. And although I tried to fight it, I also began petting my clit with much more force than before as well.

All of Mary’s whimpers soon morphed more into cries of delight as I kept working my magic with my tongue. And she could only stand it for so long until she barked out, “Now stop teasing me and get down to business!”

I then opened my mouth and began sucking on Mary’s panty-clad pussy. And not gently either. I started with applying plenty of suction to my target right from the get-go.

“Oh fuck yeah!” Mary called out in response. “Do it just like that my slave!”

Like that meaning naked on my knees in submission with my ass freshly whipped while I was eating out her pussy through the fabric of her panties. And while I was masturbating at the same time too.

And fighting against the urge to start masturbating with fury instead. It was all I could do to refrain from rubbing myself hard enough to induce an orgasm right then and there. With my mouth wrapped around Mary’s pussy that is.

But heaven forbid I should have broken my word and made myself cum before I had made Mary cum first. So I managed to hold off and refused to stroke my clit any harder than I was already. And this even after I started to taste Mary’s certain juices seeping through the fabric of her panties.

Suddenly Mary called out, “For my body, right?! That’s at least one of the reasons you’re showing me such respect right now! Out of reverence for my body, correct?!”

In response, I chose not to miss a beat with what I was doing between Mary’s thighs as a sign of approval.

“That’s right!” Mary called out then. “It’s hard to resist us college-aged girls with our hot young bodies! And the curvier the better too, right?!”

And I still remained busy sucking away on Mary’s panty-clad pussy as a further sign of approval.

“Any of us college-aged hotties with curvy bodies would probably work for you, huh?!” Mary called out then. “And maybe even Sonal!”

I froze in place at that. Literally. Although my mouth remained wrapped around that certain mound at my disposal, I couldn’t bring myself to continue with my sucking. Not if it meant signaling to Mary that I was onboard with what she had just said.

But I didn’t freeze in place entirely however. I was still stroking my clit at a pretty good pace when…

Mary caught my eye by peering downwards through the gap between her breasts and said, “Don’t worry Nisha. I won’t make you close your eyes and pretend that you’re eating out your daughter’s pussy when you’re really eating out mine. At least not today anyway.”

And although I may have been uncomfortable with Mary’s decision to keep bringing up Sonal, I wasn’t uncomfortable enough even then to unlatch my mouth from her privates. But I still refused to begin anew with my certain but of sucking in a show of hesitation at having to think about my daughter just then.

I simply chose to ignore the fact that I was still masturbating however.

With our eyes still locked together, “It’s okay,” Mary said then. “We both know that you would never under any circumstances go down on Sonal like you are with me right now. But don’t tell me that you might not enjoy fantasizing about that very idea.”

Of course I never would have. Not even if Mary had ordered me to. Wrong is wrong afterall.

But something prevented me from detaching my mouth from Mary’s pussy in a show of protest. Namely the knowledge that I would sometimes watch mother/daughter lesbian porn.

And maybe that was also the reason I kept on petting my clit even then.

Still looking down into my eyes, “Feeling conflicted?” Mary then asked. “That’s only to be expected I guess. So why don’t I drop this whole topic until next time, okay?”

Although I may not have been happy with Mary’s insistence that the topic at hand be brought up again at our next little meeting, I showed my level of appreciation for what else she had said by giving her pussy a nice firm suck through the fabric of her panties.

“Very well then,” she purred back in response. “Return again to servicing your mistress and don’t think about anything else.”

The first part was easy. The second part, not so much.

It was just difficult for me not to think of Sonal as I then began sucking away anew on Mary’s panty-clad pussy. Or rather how much it bothered me that I was able to continue masturbating even while Mary had been trying to make me view my daughter as an object of desire. That combined with the knowledge that I was into mother/daughter porn conspired to make me question just how opposed I might have been deep down to the thought of Sonal and me being intimate with one another. And I didn’t even want to think about what might have happened should I have ever learned that Sonal was maybe open to that idea also herself. If nothing else, Mary was under the impression that Sonal was bi-curious just like yours truly.

Then Mary was forced to throw back her head and call out in sheer joy at the sensation of what I was doing to her. Which was followed by another cry of sheer joy only a of couple seconds later. Then another. And another.

And her panties kept getting wetter and wetter at the same time too. The longer I continued sucking on that mound which those panties were covering up that is.

Mary’s certain mound. Not Sonal’s. I had to keep reminding myself of that.

And I was once again hit with the temptation to start getting really aggressive with my clit. But I fought it off by concentrating all of my efforts instead on making Mary feel as good as I possibly could. Then I was rewarded for my level of patience when…

“Oh fuck Nisha!” Mary called out. “You’re about to make me cum!”

And I just couldn’t help the thought that entered my brain at that. ‘But would it make Sonal cum though? Would she too be able to get off by having me perform oral on her?’

And Mary did indeed begin to orgasm only seconds later. With a shriek of utter euphoria called up at the ceiling, she filled the crotch of her panties with a nice warm batch of her girl-cum. Mary. Not Sonal. And I made her squirt nice and hard too. Mary. Not Sonal. And I didn’t hold back then from sucking as much of her cum as I could right through the fabric of those panties and into my mouth.

Mary’s cum. Not Sonal’s cum. I kept needing to remind myself of that for some crazy reason.

*

Then in the aftermath of the orgasm I gave her, Mary wound up plopping down on the floor right in front of where I was still kneeling upright and playing with myself. And after she took some time first to steady her breathing…

“Did you do it?” she asked. “Yes or no.”

She held a power over me by then that I can’t explain. And I was also learning how to read her dirty mind. “Yes I did it Mistress Mary,” I confessed. “I was thinking about Sonal while I was getting you off.”

With a clap of her hands together, “Excellent!” Mary exclaimed. “And I’m sorry I had to deceive you earlier by saying that I was finished talking about her when I really wasn’t. But I promise that I am now. Until next week that is.”

Speaking nothing but the truth, “It’s going to take me at least that long to process exactly what just happened anyway,” I replied.

With a smile, “I bet!” Mary replied. “And that’s why I’m giving you a break from all things related to your daughter for the rest of the day.”

Still stroking my clit at a slow but steady clip, “Thank you Mistress Mary,” I said. “But I’m still going to be allowed to get myself off now, correct?”

After moving to also kneel herself upright in front of me, “But of course my slave,” Mary replied. “We still have matters pertaining to your husband to discuss afterall.”

As I much preferred to engage in dirty talk involving him as opposed to my daughter, “I’ll tell you anything you want to know,” I said to Mary. “My sex-life with him is now an open book to you my mistress.”

Mary then instructed me to stop playing with myself for a bit and lay down on the floor on my back with my legs spread wide open. And I did all of which at once right in front of where she was kneeling upright still clad in only her panties.

Or make that her cum-stained panties by then. And I had a nice view of that wet spot in the crotch of that garment once I was laying there on my back in front of Mary.

She then looked down into my eyes and said, “Exactly how thick does your husband’s little five-incher get when it’s hard? Show me with your fingers.”

So I held up my right hand with just it’s middle and index fingers pressed together and replied, “Only something like this. It’s head is thicker around of course. But it’s actual shaft is only like two fingers wide.”

“How pitiful!” Mary exclaimed. “Now show me how easy it must be for you to take something that little around inside of your cunt.”

So I moved those two digits of mine into place, gave them push and, sure enough, they slid all the way into my soaking wet pussy with no resistance whatsoever.

“Exactly as I suspected,” Mary remarked at the sight of which. “And despite your husband having that tip at the end of his dick, I’m sure he’s still able to penetrate you just as easily as you just did with those two fingers of yours.”

And with those two fingers of mine still buried to the hilt inside of my pussy, “Unfortunately,” I replied. “And even though I’m probably a lot tighter in there because I’m not, I sometimes wish that I was married to a man with a much bigger cock.”

“I can imagine,” Mary said back. “And now please start fucking yourself with those two fingers. Give me a demonstration of what it’s like when your husband is trying his best to rock your world.”

Still on my back with my legs spread wide, I then began to piston my right hand back and forth to finger-fuck my pussy via those two certain digits. And I soon even started doing so as fast as I could manage. But only to show Mary just how easy it was for me to take a pussy-pumping from something as small around as my husband’s best erection. Afterall…

“Look at you,” Mary remarked. “You’re not even breathing heavy! And that’s supposed to get you off?!”

“Sadly yes,” I replied. “Which is why I’m forced to go the extra mile with myself if I want to make it happen.”

Eyes still plastered on where I was staying busy with pumping my pussy with my two certain fingers, “We’ll get to that part in just a sec,” Mary said. “Tell me first why it is that you need a nice big cock to fully get you off even though you’re naturally tight thanks to your husband.”

“Probably because I’m a mother of two,” I confessed. “That marks two times now that I’ve endured the rigors of childbirth. So my pussy is a bit more stretchy than it used to be before even though it remains nice and tight.”

“Good to know,” Mary replied. “Now show me what you’re forced to do if you want to have an orgasm while having sex with your husband.”

Still using the index and middle fingers on my right hand to pump myself over and over, I then moved my left hand down into place as well and used the pad of it’s index finger to start swirling around my clit in circle after circle.

After watching which for a number of seconds, “That’s better,” Mary said. “At least you finally seem to be breathing a bit heavy anyway.”

“Yeah,” I replied. “Now that I’m doing more than just imitating my husband trying to satisfy me with his little thingy.”

Then Mary asked, “But isn’t he embarrassed when his wife starts playing with herself while he’s in the middle of doing his thing?”

Still using two of my fingers to pump my pussy over and over while using one from my other hand to swirl around my clit in circle after circle, “That’s the worst part,” I replied. “He doesn’t even seem to care. All he’s focused on by then is making sure to get off himself. Which leaves me to fend for myself.”

A bit mocking in tone, “That’s sad,” Mary replied. “And it also might explain why I was so easily able to talk you into becoming my obedient little pet. You’re so hard up for action in the bedroom that you couldn’t even pass up becoming subservient to your daughter’s bully.”

After nodding my head in approval, “And being bi-curious for as long as I can remember helped with that too,” I added. “But I still would have never agreed to be dominated by another woman like this were it not for how remarkably beautiful I find you to be.”

With a big bright smile, “Flattery will get you everywhere my dear,” Mary replied. “Now please start going at yourself even harder for me.”

I then reared back my two certain fingers and began pumping my pussy as hard and as fast as I could manage. And at the same time too, I ceased with merely swirling around my clit and instead started pinching it over and over in rhythm.

“Much better,” Mary responded at the sight. “And tell me how it makes you feel to be doing all of that in front of me.”

Although my breathing was starting to grow a bit labored by then, “It’s humiliating enough that I’m being made to masturbate for the viewing pleasure of another woman,” I told Mary. “But it’s all the more humiliating still that I’m being forced to do it like this in demonstration of just how inadequate my husband is in bed.”

“And you’ll be rewarded for this I promise,” Mary replied. “How would you like it if I were to purchase a strap-on affixed with a nice thick dildo for our meeting next Saturday?”

After letting out a gasp of surprise at that, “Please Mistress Mary!” I cried out. “Then you can fuck me in ways that my husband never can!”

Although clearly loving my suggestion, “Talk about pathetic,” Mary snorted. “What have I reduced this married Indian mother of two into becoming? A subservient sex-slave to a pretty young white woman just for starters. And look at you now begging your mistress to fuck you with a nice big strap-on while you’re masturbating for her enjoyment!”

And those words combined with my actions were enough to push me right to the brink of climax. Then as I was rendered speechless and could only huff out calls of anticipation at being so close to release…

“Now cum my slave!” Mary exclaimed. “Cum right now! That’s an order!”

And all it took was a couple more two-fingered pumps delivered into my pussy in-tandem with a couple more pinches applied to the flesh of my clit. Then with a wail of outright joy, an orgasm powerful enough to induce a full-body seizure ripped through every fiber of my being.

And still flopping all around on the floor in Mary’s bedroom, “For you!” I called out. “I’m cumming only because you told me to Mistress Mary!”

All over my inner-thighs in fact. And there was much more of it than I was expecting. I almost never make myself cum as much as I did just then.

But what I loved most of all was how thoroughly demeaning it felt to be riding out a self-induced orgasm at the command of another woman. Which only assured me that I had found my rightful place when agreeing to become Mary’s slave.

And my very favorite moment was when I caught sight of her looking right between my spread-apart thighs while my certain juices were being expelled around my two fingers stuck up my pussy. Mistress Mary seemed enraptured at the sight of her brown-skinned slave squirting for her.

CHAPTER TWO.

I paid Sonal another visit at her dorm room about a half-hour after leaving Mary’s house and explained about how I had convinced Mary to leave her alone just by having a simple heart-to-heart with the girl. And needless to say, Sonal was elated at the news.

I then explained to her that I had since come to the conclusion that she was homesick. And I even offered a solution to that problem. It was my assertion that it would be for the best for me to make a habit out of driving over every Saturday morning for a visit. But just to help ease Sonal into living on her own for the very first time.

And although she didn’t seem off-put by that suggestion, “Are you sure that’s really necessary?” Sonal asked in response. “I’m okay, really. And besides, that’s a lot of driving for you to do each and every weekend!”