Many Ladies wear it this way

it’s your local edgelord, please love me

raise your hand if you are most likely to throw a tantrum when you’re tired but then don’t want to go to sleep so you throw another tantrum but you’re still tired so you keep throwing tantrums and your cg just doesn’t know what to do with you

Raising my hand lol.

The love in his eyes for his daughter is so pure!

Family Magic - Chapter 1

Before I met Jean I had never considered fucking my family. She changed that. Let me back up a bit. My name is Alistair. I’m twenty years old and my family situation isn’t the most normal you’ve seen. I have two moms, Kristine and Candice. Kristine is a doctor at the local hospital, while Candice teaches English at Springvale high. Neither of them wanted to go the sperm donor route for their kids so they adopted me and my two sisters. Keri’s a few years older than me, twenty-four, and even though she had never said so I was sure she was a lesbian like our parents. She was super sporty, especially loving hockey and soccer, and kept her brown hair in a short pixie cut. When she wasn’t in uniform she usually dressed in sweatpants and tight tank tops that showed off her toned arms and large tits. Sasha’s seventeen, and a real bookworm. She used to be cute as a button, always the center of attention, bouncing off the walls and with a glowing smile for everyone and everything - especially cute critters like dogs and horses. In the last few years she had taken a turn for the bitchy, always ready with a sarcastic putdown on the rare occasions she left her room. I often found myself missing her younger, happier self. It was hard growing up surrounded by beautiful women. My moms were not shy with their affection for each other, kissing in front of us all the time and often groping each other lightly when they thought we weren’t looking. My friends often joked with me about asking them for a lesbian show, and I couldn’t help but be a little turned on at the image. Still, they were my parents, even if not by blood, so I suppressed those thoughts. Keri was another source of taboo temptation. She developed pretty early, and was always around the house in her exercise gear, which only got tighter as she grew older. I have to admit that she was a frequent source of masturbatory fantasy in my hormonal teenage years, even if I never would have made a move on her. She was my sister, after all. The constant visual stimulation of my mothers and older sister, combined with my lack of success with the girls in my school, led to me becoming very sexually frustrated. I had at least lost my virginity in a drunken encounter on prom night, but with no steady girlfriend my sex life was pretty much nonexistent, leaving me with just my hand and increasingly weird internet porn. Until I found Jean. It was a Sunday, my day off from my dead end job as a burger flipper. My moms were being especially affectionate today, kissing and fondling each other as they watched an old movie on TV. It made me happy that they were still so in love after all these years, even as it made me unwillingly horny to see them at it. I decided to go for a walk, hoping the fresh air would calm me down a bit and wanting to give them some privacy. Mooching around the block, I turned a corner into a part of the suburb I hadn’t really explored before. It looked a bit sketchy to be honest, as sketchy as suburban America can anyway. I would have passed right on if I hadn’t seen the sign: YARD SALE. Never able to resist a good yard sale, I approached the tables laid out in front of a nice looking house. I was the only customer, and the middle aged lady running the sale waved at me from her deck chair. “Just holler if you find anything dear!” she said cheerfully, returning to her magazine. I looked over the tables, quickly passing over most of the junk that normally litters yard sales. Stacks of DVDs and crappy board games, old belt buckles, broken paperbacks, all that shit. I was just examining an old stopwatch when I saw it. A lamp. I shit you not, it was an oil lamp, like from Aladdin or something. It looked really old and beat up, with stains covering most of the surface. I reached out to it, mostly to confirm that such an odd item was really here, and felt a tingling in my fingers as I touched its strangely warm surface. “How much for this lamp?” I called over to the lady, waving it at her. “What lamp?” said the lady, standing and coming over. I showed it to her. “How strange,” she said, “I don’t remember ever seeing that before. Perhaps another customer left it here by mistake!” She shook her head in mild confusion. “Oh well, it’s here now so I suppose I can sell it to you. Five dollars seems fair to me, don’t you think?” I agreed, and handed over my cash. I don’t really know why I was so eager to own the lamp, but something about it called to me. I didn’t bother to look over the rest of the stuff on sale, thanking the lady and leaving, grasping the lamp tightly in my hand. I hastily made my way home, rushing past to my room and doing my best to ignore the giggles and moans coming from my mom’s bedroom door as I passed by. I set on my bed and examined the lamp. It really did look old. I felt really silly now I was home, having bought this ridiculous piece of junk. It didn’t feel warm or tingly now, just rusty and dented. I almost threw it in the trash, but then made the all important decision. I rubbed the lamp. “Holy crap it’s good to get out of there again!” said a voice in my ear. I nearly had a heart attack! I jumped sideways, away from the girl who had suddenly appeared on the bed next to me. I backed into the corner, clutching the lamp defensively and looking her over while I waited for my heart to stop hammering furiously. The girl was looking at me with a slight smirk, and she was hot. Long black hair flowed down her back, framing her tanned face. Her makeup emphasised her exotic green eyes, which seemed to glitter as they looked me over. My gaze naturally fell to her fantastic tits, wonderfully presented by a low cut shirt. The shirt was short enough to display her flat stomach and navel piercing, and the torn sleeves revealed a winding snake tattoo that travelled up her left arm and disappeared over her shoulder. Ripped jean shorts showed off her long smooth legs and bare feet. Overall, she was the sexiest woman I had ever seen in real life, and she was on my bed. “What’s the matter?” she said, her smirk turning into a grin, “Never seen a genie before?” “A genie?” I said, struggling to get the words out, “You’re saying you’re an actual genie, like you can grant wishes?” “Yep!” she said, “The traditional three wishes. I can make you rich… I can make you famous… I can give you your heart’s desire.” “But… you don’t look much like a genie.” I said, still not quite believing the situation. The girl giggled and clicked her fingers. Her shirt and shorts were instantly replaced by a silky green bikini top and loincloth, somehow revealing even more of her perfect body. “Hey, I keep up with the times! But if this suits better… convinced?” she said. I nodded, suddenly thinking faster than I ever had before. Three wishes. I’ve always had those idle fantasies of what I would do with three wishes, and they mostly involved working out how to get more. Considering the sight before me, I was frantically modifying my ambitious plan. “Ok, I think I know what I’m going to wish for.” I said. “Oh, I like a man who knows what he wants.” said the girl, climbing onto all fours on the bed in front of me and giving me a fantastic view of her wonderful cleavage. “First,” I said, thinking carefully about my words, “I wish that you are in love with me, want to be my girlfriend, but that you will not be jealous if I pursue other women as well.” She looked surprised at this. “Seriously? You want me to be your girlfriend? Well, if that’s your wish.” She clicked her fingers before closing her eyes and shuddering. Opening her eyes again, she looked at me with a new desire. Where before she had a flirty, superior look in her eye, now she was clearly staring at me with lust. “Baby,” she said huskily, crawling up the bed towards me. “You have your foxy magical girlfriend in your bed and you haven’t fucked me yet! And I’m so horny after being cooped up in my lamp with nothing but my fingers for company. Give me your cock baby, fill me up…” She was on top of me now, her face inches from mine. I could hardly believe my luck as she lowered her head and kissed me, her tongue slipping into my mouth to dance with mine. She lowered her barely clothed body onto mine and I dropped the lamp in my rush to explore her with my hands. She moaned into my mouth as I found and squeezed her firm ass, bare under her loincloth, and I moaned back as her hand found my rock hard dick and started rubbing it through my jeans. “Take it out.” I said between kisses. She obliged, unzipping me and fishing my cock out. She began stroking slowly as she positioned herself above me. “I need your cock honey,” she said, placing my cockhead at her entrance. “It’s been so long since I had a big, hard dick in my cunt. Fill me!” She slowly sank down onto my dick, taking me deep into her tight, wet pussy. The feeling was incredible as she began rocking back and forth, riding me hard. I looked up at her wonderful body as it bounced above me, her large tits jiggling within her skimpy bikini. I reached up, pulled her breasts out and massaged them, feeling her nipples harden into my palms. She cooed and bounced more rapidly on my shaft. It was more than my inexperienced body could take. “I’m going to come!” I groaned, thrusting into her as best I could. “Come inside me baby!” she squealed, squeezing her cunt muscles around my dick, trying to milk the cum from me. “Fill my hungry pussy with your seed!” Her encouragements were enough to tip me over the edge, and I thrust as hard as I could and blasted inside her. Stream after stream of sperm shot from my cock, filling her cunt and leaking out from the point where we were joined. She moaned again as I came inside her, leaning down to kiss me hard as I finished. “That was wonderful babe,” she said, rolling off me, “It’s great to know that I still got it. But you got so excited I didn’t get to come!” She pouted. “I guess we’ll have to go again!” “Again?” I said, eager but unsure of my abilities, “I’m not sure I can!” “Well let’s see what we can do about that…” she said, and placed her hands on my temples. “Let’s just see what turns you on, stud…” I felt a strange tingling in my head and I realised that she was looking into my thoughts! Before I could stop her she pulled away, smiling again. “Oh you are a kinky boy!” she said, “You’re going to be a great boyfriend, I can tell… and I think I know how to get your motor running again.” She clicked her fingers, and suddenly changed to look exactly like my sister Keri, dressed in lycra shorts and a sports bra. Her skin glistened with sweat as if she had just been exercising. “Hey little brother,” she said, winking, “I got really turned on from my run, you know what showing off my fuckable body does to me, so how about I suck you off and you fuck me up the ass?” I almost choked at hearing such language coming from my ‘sister’, but couldn’t deny the effect on my dick, which was beginning to stir again. ‘Keri’ saw this and moved down my body until she was facing my crotch. I could feel her hot breath on my shaft, which quickly hardened until it bumped against her lips. “Maybe you’re not my ‘little’ brother after all”, she said, before reaching out with her tongue and licking the head gently. I instinctively thrust forward in response, so she apparently decided to skip the teasing, instead taking me in her mouth and sucking me into her throat. Her nose pressed against my pubes, and she used her tongue to lick my balls briefly before moving her head back and forth, taking me to the root every time like a pro. After a minute of deepthroating me, ‘Keri’ pulled back. She turned around and climbed on all fours into doggy position before looking back to me. “Come on bro, pull down my shorts and fuck your sister’s tight asshole.” I leapt up and pulled at her shorts hard enough to rip them slightly, revealing her sculpted ass and shaved pussy. I had a different goal, so I spat on her asshole and lined my dick up. “Just push right in bro,” she said, “Your slutty sister’s been getting assfucked since she was a teenager.” I took her advice and slammed into the hilt. Despite what she had just said, her asshole was incredibly tight, more than her cunt. I began pumping into her ass slowly, enjoying the amazing experience of fucking my sister’s asshole. “Fuck me rough, big brother,” she said between moans. “Pound my ass and pull my hair!” I wanted to please her so I started slamming in hard, bottoming out in her guts with each thrust. I reached out and grabbed her short hair as best I could, pulling her head back as I used it as a handle to better ravage her asshole. She reached down with one hand to play with her clit, her moans reaching a fever pitch. “I’m coming!” she squealed, “Come in my ass, bro! Shoot your spunk into my guts!” Her words combined with her spasming asshole were enough to make me come as well, and I shot my second load of the afternoon into her tight hole as she writhed on the bed beneath me. We finished our climaxes together, and I pulled out of her to lie back in my bed, my eyes blissfully closed. I started as I felt something on my wilting dick and looked down to see the girl, back in her own naked form, cleaning me off with her mouth. “You’re incredible,” I said, stroking her hair. “What’s your name?” “You can call me Jean,” she said, pulling off my cock and climbing up my body to cuddle me. “Cliche I know, but there it is. And you’re Ali! A good name for my new master.” “Master? So are you trapped in the lamp?” I said, idly playing with her nipples as we lay together in exhausted happiness. “Yeah…” she said. “I have to give wishes to whoever owns the lamp, unless someone is nice enough to free me.” “And if you’re freed, will you still have your powers?” I said, desperately hoping for a positive answer. “I think so,” she said, nodding and stroking my chest, “But I won’t have to obey a master. I can be my own woman.” The answer made me very happy, but also guilty as I planned out my remaining two wishes. “Okay then Jean, here’s my next wish.” I said, “I wish that if I freed you, you would stay with me and use your powers as I wanted forever.” Jean pushed herself up to look down at me disapprovingly. “You’re lucky I love you so much, or I’d get mad about that.” she said, snapping her fingers, “Wish granted, you lucky boy.” I grabbed her face and pulled her in for a long kiss before moving my lips to her ear. “Then my last wish is for you to be free from your lamp.” I whispered. She smiled at me, and clicked her fingers. “Wish granted,” she said, “Now we can have some real fun.”

Some Surprising Clients

Becca Casco, better known Mistress Stange, stange being German for rod, a most appropriate name for one such as Becca, couldn’t stop staring at the two clients who walked into her room/dungeon. They were the last two people she would ever think that would come for her services, and the last two people she wanted see here. 

Becca started after she realized she would need money for an operation. This wasn’t a life threatening operation, and nothing contagious. It was simply the final task to complete her transition from Barry Casco. 

The gig at Madame Folter’s had already gotten her the DD-cups on her chest and the hormones she took daily. It also got her the clothes and the makeup and wigs that she needed to look the way she felt. She was pretty in plain clothes and downright sexy, and domineering, in her leather outfits. And that was exactly how she wanted. 

The only downside to the operation was that, as Mistress Stange, a lot of her business was as a transgender dominatrix. She wasn’t sure how her business would be affected once she got rid of her dick. However, as long as she was getting some business, Madame Folter promised not to fire her. Becca loved Folter as a mother. 

She still loved her real mother, and her father, but she hadn’t seen them since her breasts began to grow. She hated the fact that she was so frightened to tell them about her gender identity, but she didn’t want to disappoint them. She was sure they wouldn’t be, but she couldn’t fully convince herself of that. She hated even more that she was a scared little bitch on the inside, despite dominating men and women for a living. 

When these clients walked in, though, Becca really understood fear. She was wearing a mask that hid the top half of her face, a black wig that had straight hair that fell down to half-way down her back, a corset that left her breasts out in the open and stopped short of her groin, knee high boots, black, and black fish-net stockings that went up to mid-thigh. She cock was exposed to whoever her client. Even flaccid it looked impressive and intimidating in her outfit. 

But these clients? They were dressed so ordinary. Sometimes that happens, though most try to dress for an evening out. Some realized, though, they might damage what they’re wearing, so they wear something not so nice. Still, Becca had trouble seeing this couple as anything but naïve or prudish. Almost like they stepped out of Leave It to Beaver.  

And they hadn’t seen her naked since she was a boy of fourteen and accidently left the door of the bathroom open when taking a shower. And now, her parents were looking at her hungrily, her mother, Laura, licking her lips at her dick, and her father, Harold, staring at her boobs, neither knowing they were staring at their daughter, or that they even had a daughter instead of a son. 

She lost her composure for a second and nearly blurted out, “Mom? Dad?” But she recovered quickly, turning, showing her butt to her parents, walking to her purple velvet couch which she called her throne, asking them, “What do you want of your experience?“ 

She was a bit scared of their answer. She really wanted them to want something light, but Madame Folter’s Den had a habit of breaking the rules sometimes and allowing clients and their dominants to have sex. Normally, Becca didn’t mind, in fact, she rather enjoyed it, but in this case… 

"Well,” Laura started, obviously nervous, as Becca turned back around to sit on her throne, “we want to try it all.” She was completely red in the face. Becca nearly laughed at the image of how red she would get if she knew who she was staring at. 

“We heard that sometimes you go farther than other dominatrices.” Harold was not able to control his eyes. He was staring at a very impressive set of breasts. Much bigger the his wife’s B-cups. But Becca noticed that he occasionally looked down at his potential mistress’ dick. She decided to see what effect she had on her father. Sure enough, he had a tent, but she was hoping to get rid of that if she could. 

She did something that she never thought she would ever do. Hell, she didn’t expect to see her parents until she couldn’t do it anymore. She grabbed her dick and began stroking it, trying to get it hard. She had to admit, it was turning her on a little to have her parents willing to give themselves over to her, even if they didn’t know who she was. 

“You know that means I fuck you. You haven’t shown me you deserve to enjoy my body. And I mean that I will be fucking both you. In the ass. You think you can handle that? I won’t stand for pussy bitches that can’t take my cock in your shitters.” Holy shit, this is surreal, she thought. Here she was, nearly naked, swearing and masturbating in front of her parents, as they watch, getting turned on themselves. 

She was half-way to being fully hard, and her parents couldn’t stop looking at it. She was hoping that Harold would be to scared to take her thick cock up his butt. However, he nodded. Eagerly. Crap. 

There was a flogger on the couch, so Becca grabbed it and smacked it against her hand, making a satisfying and intimidating smack. “I don’t hold back. Make no mistake. You will leave here with red and bleeding asses. Sitting is going to be painful long after you return to your miserable home." 

Even Laura’s eyes brightened at the idea. Shit, Becca thought, they’re really into it. She was quickly running out of ideas to scare her parents away. There was one thing she was sure would scare them away, but she still wasn’t ready to tell them she was their child. However, she realized that she would have to make a decision quickly about whether she would go ahead and fuck her parents in order to hide her secret. A part of her was logical, committing incest was worse than being a transgender dominatrix. If she had sex with them and they found out she did, that would cause way more problems than admitting who she was. 

But there was another part that looked at her parents from a different angle. Laura and Harold weren’t the worse looking couple to enter her dungeon. And the two clearly enjoyed the kind of services Becca offered. Really, how bad would it be? The hardening dick in her hands clearly wanted to do it, and guy or girl, Barry or Becca, she seemed to always give into her urges. 

Fuck it! "Show me what I’m working with,” she ordered. 

The two stood there, seemingly confused. She stood up, walked to the two of them and slapped each of them hard in the face. “Are you two stupid?” She grabbed her mother’s blouse and tore it open, revealing Laura’s pink padded bra. She suddenly felt immensely high and turned on. Dominating her parents was going to be fun. “Take these ugly pieces of shit off!" 

Harold quickly dropped his pants. His dick was so hard through his pants that she was surprised that he was wearing boxers. He took those off to reveal an average size cock, precum pouring out of it. He started to take his shirt off. 

Laura was a little more hesitant, though that didn’t completely mask her eagerness. She had a matching pair of plain, pink panties. She took off the rest of her shirt and just stood there. Harold was now completely naked. Becca definitely approved of their bodies. 

However, her mother was taking too long finishing her stripping. Becca flogged Laura on the abdomen, who called out in pain. "Hurry up, you fucking cunt!” She didn’t wait for her mother to continue on her own. She grabbed the panties and pulling hard, giving her a good view of the hole she came from. She put the handle of the flogger down into the panties and rubbed her mother’s pussy with it before using it to push her panties down to her knees. She used her free hand to rub the very wet slit, loving what she was getting away with. “You want my tranny dick inside here, don’t you, you goddamn whore?" 

Laura could only nod. Becca turned her around. She flogged her mother’s ass. "Too bad. This is what I will take.” She dragged a finger through her cheeks. “Tonight, slut, this is mine." 

From the corner of her eye, she saw movement coming from her father. Harold was jerking off. Becca turned and quickly scratched her nails on his chest. "Who the fuck gave you permission to do that?” She grabbed his balls and squeezed. “Only I am allowed to touch these, and the pitiful little stick attached them. From here on, you don’t have a dick, got that, bitch?” The pain was almost too much for him, but he was still able to squeak out a, “Yes." 

She squeezed a little harder. ”‘Yes, Mistress Stange.’ Say it.“ 

Harold groaned in pain. Becca tightened her grip, conscious of the fact that the balls in her hand helped create her. She briefly thought that she should be careful, since potential siblings were in there, but then realized the unlikelihood of her parents having another kid so long after having Becca. 

Her father got the point. Through his pain, he said, "Yes, Mistress Stange." 

Becca released his nuts. The fact that he was still hard after that pointed to his masochistic side. 

She flogged Laura’s ass again. "Why the fuck do you have your bra still on?” Laura quickly took it off. Becca turned her mother so that they were facing each other. She pinched her little nipples. They were small and cute, and Becca really wanted to suck them, but that would have ruined her domination act. “These are cute. Nothing like mine, but cute.” She grabbed Laura’s head and forced her mouth on her own large breasts. The message was received, and the mother sucked her child’s tit. 

While Laura was busy, Becca looked at Harold. “Get over here, bitch.” Her father obeyed. “Present yourself to me.” He just stood there, confused. He got another slap to the face. “Turn around and offer the ass that I own me.” Again, he followed his orders, bending at the waist, facing away from his wife and daughter. 

Laura watched as her mistress slipped a finger in her mouth, getting it nice and wet, and then pushed it in her husband’s asshole. 

She pumped it in gently at first, but that didn’t last long. She inserted two more fingers and finger fucked his ass hard. The noises coming out of his mouth were a mix of moans of pleasure and whimpers of pain. 

Suddenly she stopped, pushing him and her mother away. She grabbed something from a chest of drawers and sat down on her couch. She grabbed her prick and stroked, beckoning her parents with her other hand, the object she grabbed still in it. 

They approached. Playing with her breasts, she said, “I’ve had my girl parts in the female slut’s mouth.” Becca looked at her father, and quickly slapped his dick, enticing a cry of pain. “Guess what I want to stick in the male’s cunt of a mouth." 

She didn’t really have anything against her father, but he was too eager. That happened a lot; men would think they wanted the type of shit a dominatrix is good for. She wanted those men to regret those desires, and Harold was no different. 

He got on his knees and eagerly to his Becca’s cock in his mouth. She let him have his way for now; he wasn’t that bad, actually, leaving her wondering if he had experience being a cocksucking bitch, but she had other tasks. 

She pointed the object, a medium-sized butt plug, at Laura. "Your turn. Present yourself." 

Her mother remembered the protocol. "Yes, Mistress Stange.” She turned around and assumed the position her husband was in just a few moments earlier. This time, Becca used a fair amount lube to make it easier on her mother. This was in part because the plug was far bigger than her fingers, but also because she was being such a good sub, doing as she was told, staying meek and humble, and speaking with respect. 

Becca slowly and gently stuck the butt plug in Laura’s asshole. The slut gave a perfect little moan as it went in deeper and deeper. She loved making her slut of a mother act that way. She really hoped they would be regular customers. She was having way too much fun. 

After she got the whole plug in her ass and began pumping. She was feeling pretty good, too, with her father still trying to get her to cum with his mouth. She looked at her mother’s cunt and admired the glistening slit. She was definitely loving getting the older woman off. 

Laura suddenly moaned loudly and came hard, squirting. Becca thought her mother’s pussy looked tasty. She was getting very turned on and needed to get off. Leaving the plug in her mother, she grabbed Harold’s head and slammed her cock down his throat. She fucked his mouth hard for a few pumps and shoved her dick as far as she could into him. She exploded down his throat, and he choked it down. He coughed when she pulled out of him. 

“Pussy bitch!” Becca slapped him for good measure. “You two do seem like fun little pets.” She choked her father. “One is an excited puppy that needs discipline.” With her other hand, she petted her mother’s hair. “One is a good kitten that does what she is told and likes it.” She kissed them both. 

She lead them to the wall and chained them to it, their backs facing Becca. “It’s going to take a little bit for me to get hard, so I have to do something to bide my time before I can take my pleasure from you.” She took out a riding crop. She whipped them lightly, to give them a taste of what she was about to do. “Depending how you take this will determine how I treat you for the rest of this session." 

She whipped them both with the riding crop across her parents asses, occasionally hitting them in their backs. Harold kept grunting and groaning. Laura whimpered, but did her best to try to stay quiet. Becca also noted that no matter the harshness of the blow, and they were harsh, she was starting to draw blood, her mother never dropped her butt plug. Becca was kinda impressed. 

She became hard soon after that. She untied Harold and took the plug from her mother. She handed it to her father. "Clean this for me.” Harold took it and looked confused again. Becca roughly took it from him and shoved it in his mouth. “Useless asshole. This is why I won’t be taking my pleasure from you.” She pushed him to the floor. “Clean that as I cum in your wife." 

She stepped up to her mother and quickly stuck her dick into Laura’s still gaping asshole. She pump in and out, reaching around and pinching the nipples she used to suck on as a baby. She nibbled her mother’s neck. Laura was clearly enjoying it while at the same time trying to hide her pleasure. "You are a good kitten, cunt.” She fucked her mother hard. “As a reward, do you want my cum in your pussy?" 

Laura nodded slightly. "Do you think you deserve that?" 

Her mother moaned her answer. "No, Mistress Stange. I’m sorry." 

"Stupid little cunt.” Becca took her cock out of Laura’s ass and shoved it in the hole she was born from. “Of course you deserve it.” She was surprised at how tight it was. Then again, Harold wasn’t that big, while she was. She was getting lost in her fun. She whispered in her mother’s ear, “You feel awesome, Mom." 

"You do too, Barry,” Laura whispered back. “Please, fill me up." 

The plea was just too much for her. Becca came hard into the womb of her mother. She growled in orgasm. Laura moaned loudly. She wondered if Harold was able to do that to her. She wondered when the last time her mother came like that. Then it hit her. She had called Laura "Mom!" 

Then something else hit her. She had been called "Barry,” her male name. Laura knew who she was, and she let her cum in her pussy. Begged for it even. Did Harold know? Is that why they came to see her? 

Becca pulled out of her mother, her cum, mixed with Laura’s juices, oozing out of the older woman’s pussy. Laura turned around. Seeing the confusion on her daughter’s face, she smiled. She realized the admission from Becca was an accident, or maybe it was just a shock to learn that she and Harold knew who their mistress really was. 

“Let’s sit down. We have some explaining to do." 

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