Date: Sun, 6 Jul 2003 21:03:18
From: willadams
Subject: Natasha -- part seven

Bev gets turned -- and turned on


Thirteen-year-old Natasha Natoli knew it was time.

She had kept her mother waiting long enough.  Thirty-eight-year-old Beverly
Natoli was still a good-looking babe -- an older version of the former porn
star Madison -- but since her divorce five years earlier she had had
absolutely no romantic or sex life.  Bev knew she was confused about her
own sexual identity and the journey she had indirectly followed her
daughter on was adding to the confusion.

When Natasha left the house on her recent forays, Bev found herself
increasingly sexually agitated.  She was growing progressively more turned
on lusting on Natasha's long gams, beautiful, clothed tits and absolutely
gorgeous face.  Bev often thought about how Natasha was a teenaged boy's
wet dream.  And lately, Natasha had become Bev's wet dream At night, Bev's
long suppressed sexual desire was regularly steaming as she fingered her
clit and butt hole and drove herself into frenzied orgasms.  All the while,
she was imagining herself as Natasha's slut, being told what to do and
living only to serve her sexy daughter.  In the last few nights, while
Natasha was out, Bev had slipped into her daughter's room, gone to her
clothes hamper to take her panties into her bedroom, draping them over her
face as she jacked off to perverted dreams of snacking at Natasha's hair
pie.  A couple of times Bev had noticed that Natasha left hash marks in her
panties.  Bev was even more appalled at herself as she licked the nasty
brown and foul-smelling marks and felt herself blast through the most
powerful climaxes she had ever experienced.

Natasha had noticed Bev's increasing sexual agitation when her mom was
around her.  The flushed face, raised voice and intense staring at
Natasha's private parts, were all indicators that Bev had fallen as hard
for young Natasha as any of the young girl's other sluts.

Bev wanted more intimate contact with her daughter, but she didn't know how
to proceed, how to offer herself as a sex slave.  And Natasha, although she
knew she wanted to dominate and control her own mother, was also uncertain
about next steps.  She knew well how to pick up one of the fuck sluts at
The Litter Box, but getting your own mother to eat your cunt box was an
entirely different matter, Quite a different matter, she thought.  Natasha
sincerely believed that all she had to do was go naked into her mother's
bedroom one night and present her glorious pussy to her mother's overheated
face by sitting on her breasts.  Certainly, Natasha thought, her mother
would just stick her tongue out and begin lapping her daughter's oversized
clitoris.  The downside to such a strategy, Natasha thought, was that there
was no degradation in it.  No forced humiliation, no chance to make her
mother beg for the incestual twat that she so desired.  Another scenario
that Natasha pondered was to arrive naked at breakfast one morning and see
if she could work the conversation around to getting her mother to admit
her sick desires.  For Natasha, though, the kitchen didn't hold the
symbolism of having her mother eat her snatch while in her own bedroom.
Eventually, Natasha settled on a fairly straightforward seduction.  She
would begin to fix herself up as though she was going out for the evening,
and then don a house robe only and enter her mother's bedroom just before
her mother was ready to go to bed.

Her preparations complete, Natasha entered her mom's bed chamber.  Bev was
slightly surprised when Natasha came in because Natasha had lately almost
completely ignored her except when she was pushing her aside or calling her
a fucking bitch.

Bev's surprise meter went up further when Natasha dropped her robe and
stood gloriously naked in front of her sex-starved mother.

"Well, that's certainly a shock Natasha," Bev said, "what did you want?"

"I was going to go out tonight, but then I thought, `why?', when I can
probably get exactly what I need here."

Bev, beginning to sense where this was going, foolishly played along,
tempting fate.  "And what did you need?"

"I think you know Mom, so why not give into the feelings?"  Bev was
suddenly filled with resolve not to give into temptation and participate in
this depravity of sexual decadence with her own daughter.

"Given the things that have been going on with you lately -- the calls from
that Alice woman, your meetings with that horrible woman Nova Ramla, and
your hanging out with poor beaten and bruised Amber Harris -- it's becoming
clear the kind of lifestyle you have slipped into, but I won't become a
part of it, it's homosexual and incest behavior that you want from me and I
won't go there, even if I am tempted."  But Natasha grasped that it wasn't
herself only that wanted the behavior, Natasha understood that it was her
mother who wanted it more than the young and horny teenager did.

All during this conversation, Bev's eyes were bulging out of her head
looking at Natasha's naked form in front of her.  Natasha, a perfect 36C --
23 -- 34, with black hair that hung down to the middle of her back, 5 foot
10 inches of sculptured perfection. She had been told she looked like the
porn star Taylor St. Claire, but much younger.  Her glorious bubble butt
and long, striking legs this time actually had Bev drooling.  Natasha loved
the spittle line running down Bev's chin, a clear indication of the passion
and out-of-control lust her own mother felt for her.

Despite her noble-sounding words, Bev knew she was in trouble and about to
slip under the sexual control of her own daughter.  For Bev was definitely
starting to heat up sexually.  Bev was wearing baby-blue, cotton pajamas
and she was worried that the pussy goop flowing freely out of her nether
hole would start to stain through the material, giving away her sexual
temperature.  She did not need to worry, it was already too late, the pussy
jelly had indeed soaked through the pj's and was clearly visible to the
naked Natasha.

I've got her, Natasha thought, just lusting on my naked body and the
preliminary sex talk had gotten Bev heated up, blazing with passion and
nearly ready to descend into the debauchery of incestual lesbianism.  Look
at this horny slut, with her pussy jelly running out of her vagina and
marking those pajamas, marking them as the complete and utter whore she is.

"All right, now we have the subject of sex and your submission to me out in
the open," Natasha intoned.  "You and I both know you want me, that you
want to dine on my sex organs, so why don't you get over here, sink to your
knees and meet your destiny -- otherwise known as my twat."

Bev didn't move and Natasha saw that her mother was holding back.  Natasha
knew she needed to try a new tactic to bring her mother into the fold of
her slut stable.  The twin hang-ups her mother was having were the fact
that she was being asked to participate in homosexuality and incest.
Natasha needed a route around those two to complete the first part of her
mother's journey into complete degeneracy.  The first -- homosexuality --
was, in her mom's mind, queer and perverted.  The second, incest, was
beyond her mother's comprehension, but her mother knew it was evil.  She's
never performed cunnilingus and now it's being proposed that she perform it
on her daughter.  She just can't bring herself to do it, even though she
wants to.

Why, thought Natasha, do I have no trouble with it.  Of course, I don't
really care about anyone, mother included, except myself.  And, in reality,
I won't care anymore about her than about my other whores.  All that
matters is that I get to be as sexually perverse as I want.  I must break
her.

"Okay," Natasha began, "listen up hon, there are two things holding you
back.  First is being a lesbian.  Think of it as a perfectly natural
progression.  You grew tired of heterosexuality, divorced Dad.  Your
daughter is a lesbian dominatrix, and a beautiful one at that.  You are
really turned on by your gorgeous daughter's body and face.  It is,
therefore natural, for you to become one of her whores.  See, just like 1
-- 2 -- 3."

Natasha knew it was a pretty lame argument, but she also knew that her
mother needed only a slim excuse to submit, no matter how flimsy.

"Now as to the second part," Natasha continued, "you are bothered by the
incest label, but remember it's just a word.  Remember when thinking about
my twat, it's the natural progression and as for my cunt it's only flesh
and some hair, flesh and hair that demand your attention.  It's just
cuntmeat, just twatflesh, a sexual organ.  It's only a coincidence that it
is your daughter's twatmeat.  Submit to the twat, this twat and all other
concerns will fade away.  Am I getting through to you?"

Natasha could see that she was and so she continued.

"Remember, mother, thinking is the lust killer, thinking is the act that
will kill the beautiful lust that is taking over your body now, remember,
thinking is the lust killer," Natasha said.  "Give in to the lust, don't
try to think about it."

Bev was weakening, the combination of her nubile young daughter's body and
the intoxicating words spewing from her mouth had the pussy jam going full
time down her leg, further staining her baby-blue pajamas.

Perhaps she's right, Bev began to think to herself, she's a lesbian, I've
grown tired of male cock and I'm sooooo attracted to her.  Maybe I should
just give in, like she said, it's only a cunt, a twat, a pussy, a hair pie.
Gawd, Bev thought, I want it, I really want to make love to that cunt, I
want to tongue fuck her, I am desperate to face fuck her.

And Natasha could sense her mother's weakness as well.  Natasha knew
lesbian sluts well enough that she was sure now was the time to press her
advantage.  Natasha mused that this was the moment to change their
relationship from daughter/mother to dome/whore.  She slowly and
seductively walked -- rolling her gorgeous hips -- over to where her mother
was standing and began to command her.

"On your knees, get ready to dive into that sweet young girl box," Natasha
barked.  "You know you want it so get it!"

Bev finally capitulated and, after removing her pajamas at her daughter's
command, sank to her knees in front of the beautiful young dominatrix.  And
so you can remember later how much you enjoyed this, Natasha said, I'm
going to set up a video camera over in the corner and Natasha broke out the
tripod-mounted camera and turned it on, returning to her position of
dominance in front of her whore mother.

"And, now kiss the twat in a show of subservience," Natasha said.  Bev, of
course, complied, placing one light peck on her daughter's labia.

"Ok, now you have accepted your lesbianism and so you can avoid thinking or
worrying about incest, we're no longer going to be mother and daughter, we
are now, domme, me, and sub, you, so I'm not going to call you mother any
longer, I'll be using words like slut, whore, cunt and you will address me
as Mistress or Madame or Owner.  Do you get it?"

"Yes," croaked Bev.

"All right whore, lift up your face and look me in the eyes.  There, now
one of the first blessings I like to provide a whore is one of my
booger-filled loogies, get ready to receive it," Natasha hissed.

Bev was ready to be dominated and opened her mouth to receive the first of
Natasha's bodily fluids that day.  The young dominatrix hocked it perfectly
into the older whore's mouth and then told her to swallow it.  Bev let the
viscous fluid slide down her throat into her stomach.  Good job twat,
Natasha said.  The teen dominatrix knew it might take a while, but she knew
her mother would also eventually become her total whore.  But for now, on
with the snatch eating.

"All right cunt," Natasha continued in her role as domme, "let's see how
you eat your mistress' hair pie, or do you prefer to have it called a cunt,
twat, hole or what? Exactly how do you like to refer to a young girl's
pubes?"

"Oh dear mistress, I'm just learning, but I think I like the word twat the
most, it just seems the nastiest," Bev replied.

"Then twat it is, so on your knees whore, eat your mistress' twat, get your
fill of this 13-year-old's twat, rejoice in being a 38-year-old whore
willing to do whatever is required if only you can eat this teenager's
twat, EAT IT BITCH AND BECOME MY SLAVE," Natasha spat out.

And Beverly moved her face forward, guided, in part, by Natasha's hand on
the back of her head.  But Beverly needed no further urging, she had denied
this need long enough and she was about to quench her thirst for young
beaver, her daughter's beaver.  Beverly loved the look of the young girl's
nether lips as she moved to meet her fate.  Large, puffy outer lips,
punctuated by thinner, inner pussy lips hanging out between the gorgeous
cunt meat of the labia.  Bev could also see Natasha's oversized clitoris,
waiting to be serviced.  The 38-year-old loved how Natasha had shaved her
pubic area, leaving only a small, heart-shaped patch of short hair poised
over her large clitoris and the sharp end of the heart pointing toward the
large clitoris.  She could smell the overheated twat as her face moved in
close.  Natasha grabbed Beverly by the ears and carefully guided her face
into a twat-filled landing pattern.

But just before Bev's face landed on her daughter's cunt pie, Natasha
jerked her head back, bringing sharp pain to Bev's ears.

"Before you eat that teenage delight," Natasha said, "it's time you learned
to beg from your betters, as in `I am better than you', you pathetic
whore."

And, for the first time in her 38 years, Beverly Natoli, begged to be
allowed to service another sexually.

"Please Mistress Natasha, let me eat your beautiful twat, it will make me
so happy to bring that passion hole to climax."

And with that outpouring, Natasha was ready to let Bev dine.

"Now listen whore, this is all about your servicing of me, as with all my
whores, I don't give a shit about them and could care less about them.  And
you have to know that I could care less about you," Natasha said, "but one
thing I know about lesbo sluts is that while they are servicing their
mistress, they've got to be kept sexually turned on and, if possible, their
passion and unbridled lust has to be increased so their service will be
even better.  So, while you are eating me out -- and believe me I'm going
to guide you since this is your first twat feast -- you are to masturbate
yourself, play with yourself as that's the only relief you are going to get
around me, I won't even touch your pussy with my foot.  So while you are
eating me out, play with yourself beginning now."

Bev was relieved that her mistress would allow her some stimulation while
she performed cunnilingus for the first time, it would help keep her
focused on the wild lust she felt at this moment.  And, she thought, keep
that lust burning, not allowing her to think.  She remembered the chant
Natasha had given her. Thinking is the lust killer, so Bev didn't think,
she began to dine on young twat and she found that Natasha was right, the
lust began burning hotter and hotter as she tasted vulva for the first
time.

Natasha slowly repositioned Bev's face, guiding it by the older woman's
ears, until her mother's mouth came to rest directly underneath her vagina.

"Now, slut, stick your tongue out and stick it in my hole," Natasha said.
"There, that's perfect with your tongue in your mistress' vagina, now
wiggle it around and taste my juices flowing."

And flowing Natasha was as her lust built.  She looked down and gazed into
her mother's eyes.  Now here's something I've always wanted to do, Natasha
mused, spit into a cunt eater's face as she dines on me.  Natasha filled
her mouth with saliva and then pursed her lips and let go with a flow of
saliva, watching the spit drop between her exquisite breasts to land on her
latest slut's face.  She watched as the saliva slid towards her mother's
eyes.

"Leave the eyes open slut," Natasha said.  "I want to see my spit in your
eyes."  Natasha simply didn't care about any discomfort her mother might
feel with the saliva in her open eyes.

That's great, thought Natasha, I really love defiling these cunts as they
express their love for me.  It made no difference to the young girl that
this `cunt' was her own mother.

Then Natasha cranked on her mother's ears with both hands, bringing her
face up to her outsized clit, clearly visible sticking out between her
labia and headed for her mother's mouth.  Now, eat that clit and make me
come, Natasha said.

Bev's lips and mouth covered the huge clitoris, swollen with passion.  Bev
gummed the sex organ, chewed it, tongued it and tantalized it into a
stunning orgasm for Natasha.  And the whole while, Beverly continued
jacking herself off, but Natasha warned her not to cum until she had
permission.

"I'm very multi-orgasmic and I'm going to work off quite a few orgasms
using your mouth and face, but I don't want you cumming until I'm sure it
won't slow down your passion or it won't matter because I'm done," Natasha
said.

Natasha wanted to go for more orgasms, but she also wanted to punish her
mother's face a little in the process so she grabbed Bev by the hair and
pulled her down towards the ground.

"I want to ride your face for a while now whore," Natasha asserted.
"there, let me settle that twat you love so much right on your face and
I'll ride myself to orgasm heaven."

Once she had Beverly on her back, Natasha mashed her cunt down hard on the
older whore's face, holding her by the hair and grinding her pubes right
into slut's facial features.  Natasha ground her cunt into the
all-too-willing face of her latest sex slave, with Bev continuing to jack
herself off the whole time.  Both females broke out in sweats, sweats of
high passion and lust.  Natasha continued to ride her mother's face for
more than an hour, bringing herself to a half dozen cums and, finally, at
the end she gave her slut mother permission to cum as well.  By that time,
Beverly was lost in sexual hunger and when she finally came, her body
literally shook for five minutes as she experienced the most fulfilling
orgasm she had ever known.  And, as Natasha had known, the encounter had
left her a confirmed run muncher, ready to eat Natasha any time the teen
domme felt the urge.  Natasha, of course, had much more perverse plans for
Bev than just allowing her to snack on her snatch.

But for now, it was enough, Natasha had turned her mother into a lesbian
slut and that was almost enough for today, but not quite.  Natasha wanted
her mother to know that she had fully sunk into the depths of degeneracy,
that she was not only a lesbian, but a sick perverted whore who had just
brought her own daughter to numerous delightful sexual releases.

So she decided to stick the knife in.

"Remember those lines I was feeding you before you agreed to become my
sexual slave," Natasha said.

Yes, said her mother.

"Remember how I told you it was a natural progression and how it was only
cunt meat, twat flesh and such.

"Well, it was all bullshit, absolute fucking bullshit, designed for only
one purpose and that was to get you to listen to the sexual cravings that
were racking your body and it worked.  But the bottom line is that you are
not only a lesbian, but a sick queer who eats the twat of her own
daughter," Natasha said.  "I can't let you go on thinking that it's
anything but what it is, you are involved in incest and you are the whore
of your child, sickly devoted to a girl who sprang from your own loins.
Welcome to the world of Natasha's perversions."