Date: Mon, 03 Mar 2003 04:31:48 -0600
From: Leldon McLane
Subject: The Revelation of Roseshannon Chapter Two (Revised)

This story contains graphic d/s scenes between women.  Do
not read if you are under legal age, or if such exposure
violates the community standards where you live, of if you
feel such material might offend your sensibilities.

The Revelation of Roseshannon
by Leldon McLane
CHAPTER TWO    Bondage in Gossamer Threads

After her daughter had spanked her and she had
surrendered to her dark desires to suck her daughter's
cunt and then, even her housekeeper's, Roseshannon
withdrew almost completely for several days. The time
was spent trying to come to terms with the vast changes
she had undergone recently. There was no way she could
accept it but neither could she reject it and undo what
had been done. She realized she had no choice anyway so
she resolved to get through it one day at a time.
Besides, her newly awakened sexual urges were driving
her to dismiss the psychological implications of what
she was doing and just do it. That, however, was no easy
task. How could she face her daughter, her housekeeper?
How would she act; what could she say?
Helga had recognized that Roseshannon needed a period of
adjustment and she had not bothered with the bedtime
liqueur for a while and she spent her time consolidating
her control over the household. Finally she decided the
time was right and she took a cup of hot liqueur to
Roseshannon's room at bedtime. She knocked at the door
but did not wait for an invitation, just entered
immediately.
"Yes, Helga, what is it?"
Helga set the tray down and began undoing the buttons of
her nightgown. She pulled the bodice apart, revealing
her magnificent breasts to the woman's rapt stare.
"Oh, Helga."
"It's time for you to rejoin the human race."
"Yes, you're right. I'm sorry. I've been sort of
confused."
"Take off your nightclothes."
"Now, see here, Helga, just because I've succumbed to a
few urges lately doesn't mean you can..."
"Shhhh, Roseshannon, stop stalling. You know you want to
do as you are told. I see the way you're lusting after
my breasts. You want to suck them?"
"Why, yes, I do . I'll sleep better, but..."
"That's not all I've got for you to suck."
"Now, listen, just because I had a moment of weakness."
Helga bared her cunt and cupped it lewdly. "You don't
think you want to suck this?"
"I just don't appreciate the way you're talking to me,
saying I like to do what I'm told. I've always been a
very independent person."
"All right, Miz Roseshannon, just drink your little
nightcap and maybe you can just nuzzle my breasts a
while like you used to, `til you can get to sleep."
"There's no need for us to be crossways with each other.
I do appreciate the way you've taken charge of things
around here. I have just not felt up to it lately and
you've been a big help." Roseshannon attempted to pacify
her housekeeper because the allure of her huge, naked
breasts was becoming unbearable. She quickly sipped the
liqueur and slid over to make room as Helga laid down
beside her. Her mouth hungrily found a tumescent titty
and she sucked voraciously and could not control her
urge to feel between her housekeeper's gorgeous thighs.
Always plying every opportunity, Helga forced her thighs
tightly together, denying the woman access in order for
her yearnings to grow stronger. "Now, Miz Roseshannon,
you don't want to get me all worked up when you're not
willing to take care of my arousal."
"I never meant to imply that I didn't want to suck it.
It was just your brusque attitude that seemed to suggest
that I was some sort of ravenous pussy hound."
"Well, then, there you are, Miz Roseshannon, I don't let
anyone suck it unless they're ravenous pussy hounds."
"So for the honor of sucking you, I'll first have to
surrender every shred of, of dignity, and self-
respect..."
"I'm afraid so, Miz Rose, so why don't you just suck
titty like you're familiar with and leave the rest for
the ladies willing to participate."
"That's just despicable. I said I was willing..."
SLAP! Roseshannon felt the stinging pain that left her
ears ringing. "Try not to criticize what you can't
understand." Helga said angrily as she pulled her gown
together, covering her luscious breasts. She turned on
her side with her back to her employer.
Roseshannon was completely shocked to be slapped
senseless by her servant. That emotion gave way to fear
when Helga turned away from her. To be slapped was one
thing; she could overlook a fit of anger, but to be
denied access to her glorious bosom was something really
frightful. "Helga, please, I'm sorry for saying that."
Here she was apologizing to a woman who had just slapped
her. "Come on, turn back over and let me at least have
some titty." Roseshannon spooned against the big woman,
found herself grinding her pelvic mound into the lush
behind. "Come on. Please, please..."
After a while Helga pulled her gown off one shoulder and
off her arm. She propped her arm up behind her head,
exposing her hairy armpit. "Maybe I've been too hard on
you, I'm used to women who know what they want. You're
still new at this. Now if you're reticent about going
down on a hot cunt, here's something for you to practice
on. It's hairy and sweaty just like a pussy."
"No, Helga, that's worse than sucking a pussy."
Roseshannon started but stopped when Helga moved to
return her sleeve to her shoulder. "But I'll do it, I'll
do it." She declared as she buried her face in her
housekeeper's armpit, trying to suck voraciously to
display her willingness. She was thoroughly dismayed
when she eventually reached to touch the woman's pussy
and found her thighs still tightly closed. Once she
realized that the armpit was all the woman would offer,
she found herself almost as aroused as she would be if
she were between her thighs. As she abandoned herself to
it, her pleasure mounted and grew fierce until she felt
waves of release rolling through her and sucked herself
to sleep.
The next evening, her craving was eating her alive. She
had no choice but to swallow her little remnant of pride
and go to the housekeeper's room. When she knocked
timidly at Helga's door, she was told to enter in a tone
that demoralized her hopes. "It couldn't have been
anyone but you. What the hell do you want?"
"I'm just a little extra lonely, I just came to visit."
Helga sat up on the edge of the bed and parted her awesome
thighs so Roseshannon could see her sexy black panties.
"Don't bullshit me. You came in here to see if I'd let you
suck some pussy, didn't you?"
"Yes, I just want to make up for what happened yesterday."
"So you claimed you had no desire to become a ravenous pussy
hound and now you come in here wanting a pussy to suck.
You're nothing but a hypocrite." Helga lay back down with
her thighs still spread so Roseshannon thought she was going
to let her suck it, she just wanted to berate her a little
first. Well, to get what she wanted she could put up with a
little name-calling. She pushed her head under the woman's
raised nightgown and began to lick her panties.  "Stop that.
I didn't tell you that you could suck it."
When Roseshannon resumed her standing position, Helga sat
up, pulled one strap of her nightgown down and wiggled her
arm out of it. Then she lay back down with her naked arm
raised behind her head. Roseshannon stared at the huge,
hairy armpit.
With a blush of shame that caused her cheeks to redden,
Roseshannon realized she was feeling an urgent compulsion to
comply. God, what has come over me, she thought, a few weeks
ago I had no sexual desires and now I'm in turmoil trying to
decide whether or not to lick under her arms again?  And I'm
afraid I'm going to do it, there seems to be no part of this
domineering bitch that I'm not physically attracted to but
maybe she will become aroused if I do it and will want me to
do more..."
With a muffled cry Roseshannon fell across Helga with her
face landing in the proffered armpit. Her tongue extended
and she began to swipe it up and down, through the bushy
hairs. The salty taste of sweat and the pungent odor aroused
her senses, quickened her breath, and soon she was avidly
sucking all over the area, careful not to overstep the
implied boundaries without permission. Rapidly her emotions
tensed tighter and tighter until she felt a welcome release
and realized that she had been grinding her cunt against
Helga's thigh without realizing it.  Embarrassed to have
soaked the housekeeper's gown, she pulled her pussy off the
housekeeper's leg, continuing to suck avidly at the armpit
and gradually slowed, content, and finally, slept.
She awoke the next morning with her head still under the
housekeeper's arm and felt exhilarated, but hoped she had
not been humping her pussy against any other parts of the
alluring body during her sleep.
Helga's underarm was all she got for two days, although she
had begun to enjoy sucking Helga's big, hairy armpit. She
was so bereft of sexual fulfillment that she even searched
for opportunities to do that to her housekeeper. Anytime she
found the woman sitting somewhere in a short-sleeved blouse
she would go to her and try to nuzzle her face into her
armpit to suck the sweat and taste the hairs. Most of the
time she was pushed away but once Helga even removed her
blouse and Roseshannon became delirious sucking the
completely bare armpit while staring at the housekeeper's
huge, irresistible breasts. She could barely keep herself
from moving her mouth over to the erect nipples but was
afraid if she did, Helga would make her stop altogether.
After two whole days, Helga came into her bedroom and sat
down on the chaise lounge and swung her hand up behind her
neck. Of course Roseshannon's eyes were immediately drawn to
the huge expanse of exposed hair. She got off her bed and
approached the housekeeper, silently requesting permission
with her eyes. Assuming silence gave consent, she lifted her
own gown to free her legs and straddled the housekeeper's
lap with a knee on either side of her curvaceous hips, then
ducked her face into the armpit and began to lick greedily,
the taste of the sweat sending her senses reeling. Helga
even placed her other hand high on Roseshannon's thigh and
squeezed, greatly intensifying her arousal.
"Now I know you're not a ravenous pussy hound but I want you
to get down on your knees between my legs. You can put your
head under my skirt and put your nose in my cunt. I just
want you to sniff it real deep and smell the aroma of a
pussy but, do not lick it. If I feel one touch of your
tongue I will crush your head like a walnut and then slap
your face until you pass out. I just want you to have a
chance to consider what you're missing by not wanting to
become a ravenous pussy hound."
Roseshannon immediately crawled off her lap and assumed a
position on her knees. She tentatively raised the skirt
enough to get her head under it and could not suppress a
groan as she rubbed her face luxuriously against the
deliciously naked thighs above her seductive sheer hose.
Then she pushed her face up between the slightly parted legs
and inhaled deeply, the powerful aroma causing her desire to
rage so explosively that she had to clench her teeth to keep
her tongue in her mouth.
After that incident, Roseshannon would try to get her head
under the housekeeper's skirts at every opportunity. The
next day she let her lick the outer lips for a few minutes.
That night, she finally let her suck it and tongue it to
orgasm and slurp up all the juices. Once admitted to the
relationship she craved, Roseshannon would do nothing to
risk such deprivation again.

Sharon Stein, a lovely neighbor, was an acquaintance, if not
a friend, of Roseshannon for most of her life. She sold a
line of cosmetics door-to-door. She called on Roseshannon
periodically, still hoping to presume on that friendship to
divert a tiny fraction of that huge Vanderwater fortune. She
had not enjoyed much success so far she thought as she rang
the doorbell, Roseshannon just did not use a lot of her
products.
After her sexual awakening, the sight of Sharon caused a
very noticeable difference in Roseshannon's response to the
provocative woman. She became very flustered and could not
keep herself from looking at her neighbor's bouncing tits.
Sharon was adept at dealing with all kinds of women,
especially the large percentage who were susceptible to the
charms of other females. She had no qualms about it and even
allowed some of the more brazen women to sometimes get her
panties off and play with her naked pussy while she wrote
their orders. She'd even permitted some of the most
insistent to suck her off in their living rooms, if their
purchases warranted it. The larger the order; the wider she
would spread her gorgeous thighs.
Sharon was a little disconcerted reading these signals from
the staid Ms Vanderwater. Roseshannon was so prim and
proper, the most asexual lady that Sharon had ever met.  She
was never interested in provocative scents and seemed
totally unconcerned about a sensual appearance. But today
Roseshannon was acting like a love struck calf or a horny
toad, visually feasting on Sharon's voluptuous body.
To get a better reading on the woman, Sharon stood up and
walked over to the side table to get some coffee. She walked
as sensuously as she could without being too obvious,
swaying her gorgeous hips all the way to the table and back,
the movement causing the cleavage of her large, braless
breasts to also bounce about deliciously. She took a seat
directly across from Roseshannon and let her skirt ride up
past her stocking tops. Then she spread her thighs,
revealing her panty encased pussy in what could only be
understood as an open invitation. Sharon would certainly not
refuse her pussy if this very rich woman wanted it.
Although Roseshannon could barely control her labored
breathing at the woman's uninhibited exhibition, she had
such limited experience that she could not recognize a
sexual invitation. Perplexed by the absence of any overt
action, Sharon saw the woman's eyes were devouring her
exposed panty. She had already been more aggressive than
ever before, just letting interested women know that she was
amiable to a little pussy play was about as far as she
normally had to go. This, however, was no normal client.
"I have a new cream especially designed to keep a woman's
intimate areas soft and sweet-smelling." She claimed as she
lifted her skirts completely to her waist and inserted her
finger through the leg of her panties. Slowly she rubbed her
finger up and down, riveting Ms Vanderwater's eyes to the
juncture of her thighs where her wetness made the panties
transparent. After letting the woman stare until her tongue
was leaping out of her mouth in the effort to stem the
drooling moisture, Sharon boldly rocked her hips back,
widened her thighs, then lifted the panty and pulled it
aside, exposing her pulsating pussy to Roseshannon's
lascivious gaze. "Do you want to feel how soft it is? And
maybe you'd like to smell it if that wouldn't embarrass you
too much."
Nothing on this earth would be more thrilling to Roseshannon
than pressing her nose deep between the folds of those
adorable, pouty pussy lips. She was waging a desperate
battle with her inhibitions and was about to drop down to
her knees when the housekeeper entered the room and
immediately sized up the situation, noting Roseshannon's
extreme agitation and the saleslady's raised skirt and
spread thighs. Sharon quickly assumed a more modest
position, allowing her panties to slide back to at least
cover her pussy.
Helga, however, would not let her gloss over her wanton
behavior, "What are you doing?  The very idea showing your
nasty pussy to poor Miz Roseshannon and getting her so
worked up she can barely breathe. Come over here and get
over my lap so I can give you a spanking for showing her
your pussy that way!"
Sharon was so stunned to be suddenly and flagrantly
discovered that she was shocked into compliance. She hurried
over and threw herself over the lecherous housekeeper's lap,
hoping to mitigate her anger and prevent the exposure of her
behavior to the rest of her clientele. Not that her actual
customers would care but it might start their dim-witted
husbands to wonder about their high cosmetic expenses. Her
cheeks reddened to have her skirt raised clear to her waist
and her panties yanked down to her knees. Roseshannon moved
to sit beside Helga and watch the exciting ass being lewdly
exposed for a spanking.  Helga twisted the woman back and
forth on her lap to work her panties down to her ankles.
Strangely aroused by the buxom housekeeper's hands all over
her ass, Sharon glanced back to see Roseshannon's lascivious
stare at her naked behind and began to think they were
playing some kind of game but when Helga started wailing on
her bare ass, she realized that the woman was quite serious.
Helga quickly lit up a burning sting in the saleslady's
beautiful backside with a flurry of smacks that had her
crying unashamedly. Sharon had submitted for fear of having
her blatantly sexual sales methods exposed but once the
spanking began, the pain was mitigated by her astonishing
sexual arousal. She felt her legs widen as she humped her
pussy against the vanquishing housekeeper's stimulating
thighs; in rhythm to the smacks, she realized that she was
raising her ass to be spanked and then dropping it to grind
her pussy into the firmly muscled thighs of the avenging
housekeeper.
When Helga finally finished, she turned the saleslady over
on her back; Sharon splayed her thighs lewdly. Helga began
rubbing her pussy to the saleslady's ecstatic delight.
Sharon could do nothing but hump her pussy against that
magnificently manipulative hand. Draped over the
housekeeper's lap, resting on her neck and shoulders, her
knees drawn up and spread wide, Sharon noticed with a tinge
of embarrassment Roseshannon's rapt stare at her
lasciviously exposed cunt. She felt an exhilarating surge of
arousal as the housekeeper spoke.
"Do you want to suck it?"
"But I've only sucked you and..."
"It doesn't matter, if you want to suck it, then suck it."
The housekeeper moved her hand to the back of Roseshannon's
neck and began to press her head down into the gaping maw of
Sharon's gorgeous thighs. Roseshannon offered little
resistance, she was drawn hypnotically towards those thighs
with her tongue surging from her mouth like a heat seeking
missile. With a groan of anguished surrender, she buried her
face between the gaping folds, her tongue plunging
relentlessly into the furnace of the saleslady's arousal.
That night in her room, she realized with dismay that the
more sex she indulged in, the stronger her appetites grew.
Her mounting frustration forced her to visit Zeta once
again. She had been sneaking into Zeta's room frequently
while Helga had imposed her armpit ban. Her daughter was in
bed and Roseshannon tried to get her head under the covers
to get at her daughter's precious little baby pussy.  "Oh,
stop it, Mother, my pussy is too sore for me to let you suck
it tonight.  You've sucked it every day and every night for
the past week. You get all worked up over Helga's armpits
and then you come and take it out on me."
"But, Baby, I'm really wired. I need something tonight.
I'll be real gentle with it. Just let me lick it real soft
for a while." The mother pleaded.
"I'll tell you what I'll do; take off your dressing gown and
get up on the bed on your knees." Thinking that her daughter
wanted to give her another sensual spanking, Roseshannon
quickly shed her gown and assumed the position Zeta had
demanded. But when she turned her face to lick her lips and
let her daughter know what she really wanted, Zeta was not
carrying a strap but a strap-on!
The thing was huge she realized in horror. "Oh Honey, you
can't fuck me with that. It's too big. Where did you get
such a thing?"
"The maid, Janet, loaned it to me. She uses it on Denise
when she can talk her into it." Without waiting for her
consent, Zeta pushed the dildo deep into her mother's pussy
and began to fuck her wildly.
"Oh, Baby, that hurts so good but take it easy. I've never
been fucked very much."
"You haven't felt any hurt yet, I'm just getting it lubed up
so I can fuck your ass. That's what Janet told me she likes
to do to Denise and probably why Denise usually refuses. She
likes to let Janet fuck her pussy, but if she lets her,
she'll get so worked up that Janet can make her take it in
her ass. I want to know what it feels like to fuck
somebody's ass." Zeta drew the strap-on out of her mother's
pussy and began to push it against her unyielding asshole.
"Relax, Mother, and let me do it to you. Relax your ass so I
can get it in."  Roseshannon tried to move forward but Zeta
grabbed her hips and held her in place.
Roseshannon realized in alarm that she was about to be
sodomized by her daughter but she had no will to resist. She
had never expected to have to submit to such an act of
violation. With excruciating pain, the head was pushed
roughly into her virgin asshole while Roseshannon struggled
to relax her sphincter. Then the pain suddenly subsided and
she felt a powerful rising passion causing her to buck back
against the fiercely thrusting cock. Her love was magnified
for her daughter who seemed to know so well how to lead her
to ever new edges of lust. Her head dropped to the bed like
a stone and she spread her thighs as wide as she could to
give the girl access. After this experience, she would let
the girl fuck her in the ass any time she wanted and would
probably end up begging her for it.
Since the events of the past week, Roseshannon gradually
abandoned all pretense of functioning normally within her
own household. Every day she yielded a little more power to
Helga and to her demanding daughter. Once she had happened
into the drawing room to find Helga with her skirts pulled
up to her hips and Janet, one of the young cleaning girls
laying across her lap with her maid's uniform in complete
dishabille. Her little panties were clinging to one ankle as
her legs were kicking rapidly. Helga was pummeling her
beautiful tight ass with a hairbrush. The sight of that
slim, nubile body being so evilly abused shocked Roseshannon
but caused her lusts to rise unbidden. How could anyone be
so cruel to such a delectable young girl? It was all she
could do to keep from throwing herself over the young lady's
enticing ass to shield her.
"Oh, Miz Roseshannon! Please make her stop. She shouldn't be
allowed to treat us like this." The young girl pleaded.
"Helga, don't you think that's quite enough." Roseshannon
tried to assume a stern tone but her words came out like a
dog begging for a bone.
The housekeeper stopped the spanking but held the girl in
place with her left hand. With her right, she released the
straining bodice of her bosom, exposing her mouth-watering
breasts as she arched her back to make them jut out even
more enticingly. An agitated Roseshannon paced back and
forth in an effort to tear her eyes away from the quivering
tits and force herself to leave the room. Lustful thoughts
for the young girl were forgotten at the sight of those
full, thrusting orbs. Finally, with an abject sob of
frustration at her inability to control her carnal
compulsions, she prostrated herself with her own breasts
mashed up against Janet's ass to get her lips around the
housekeeper's large, distended nipple. "Oh, just let me suck
it!"
"I think Miz Roseshannon has decided to take your place,
Janet, get up and help me get her dressing gown off so I can
give her a well-deserved spanking for interfering with my
right to run the household!"
Abashed, Roseshannon protested. "Not in front of the help,
Helga, please, I'd be so mortified." Then whispered in a
pleading tone,  "You can spank me all you want after she's
been dismissed."
"Just keep on sucking on that big titty, Rosie, you know
that's what you need. If you let Janet watch you get your
butt blistered, I might let you give my cunt another good
sucking. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Roseshannon froze. She was shocked that Helga would expose
her degenerate acts so blatantly to the other servants. Her
immediate urge was to deny any need to suck pussy but she
remembered how Helga had punished her the last time she
refused to admit it.  Finally she ventured, "You know how
much I want to suck you but I think Janet's too young to
watch me do it."
"She's several years older than your daughter and Zeta
watches you suck my cunt all the time except when you have
your lesbo tongue buried in her baby pussy!" The totality of
this revelation shocked Roseshannon almost more than she
could withstand. Was Helga so drunk with success that the
only thing left was to exhibit her power to the public? This
insidious betrayal of confidence shattered all that was left
of Roseshannon's world. No longer concerned about her image,
she surrendered to her desire and slid between the two,
gradually pushing Janet off Helga's lap.
The dumbfounded girl found herself off the detested lap and
laying nearly naked on the floor. She quickly disrobed her
depraved employer as instructed, then left the room to pack
her bags. She had always tolerated the little perversions
present in every household but this total abdication of
power by the mistress was too disturbing to her notion of
the order of things.
Later that afternoon Roseshannon was cloistered in her room
when the door flew open and she was accosted by her irate
daughter.
"Mother, I just heard that Janet left in a state of shock
because you sucked Helga off right in front of her."
"There was much more to it than that...Helga made me...I
couldn't help what happened."  Roseshannon explored several
lines of defense.
"What on earth were you thinking? Don't you know such a
titillating story will spread over the whole county by
nightfall? Father may come home for a few minutes some day
and hear it, what do you think he'll do?"
That declaration struck such a pang of panic in Roseshannon
that she was shocked out of her temporary loss of sanity.
She suddenly realized that the failure to maintain
appearances had consequences, often dire consequences. Her
only claim to her life of wealth and leisure was her status
as a trophy wife to Robert. She had been so consumed by her
finally discovered sensuality that she had lost all contact
with this stark reality  "Oh, Zeta, what are we going to
do?"
"I know what I'm going to do,"  she said menacingly as she
slapped her riding quirt against her boot, "I'm going to
vent a little anger on your precious posterior. Lay over
that bed with your knees on the floor."
"Oh, Zeta, be serious, this is no time for your little
games. We've got to mollify the other help and put some kind
of spin on this outrageous rumor."
"This may be the only time left for my little games.  You'll
soon be out on the street and I won't have anyone to play
with. After all, I'm just an innocent little girl, I've had
nothing to do with your escapades. Now bend over that bed!"
The demanding voice swept Roseshannon with an undeniable
urge to submit and her pussy began to churn out its cream.
"Maybe after she whips me and opens her legs for me to suck
her cute little baby pussy, she'll be calm enough to help me
get out of this predicament" Roseshannon rationalized as she
dropped to her knees and leaned across the bed.
"That's right, Mother, when you get like this, all you think
of is getting your needs taken care of." The daughter
complained as she pulled the train of her mother's dressing
gown up and over her back. "Someone else has to take care of
the details." She added as she pushed her mother's panties
down to her knees. "Did it ever occur to you to take your
panties off before presenting yourself for chastisement?"
"I'll remember next time." She grunted as the first quirt
burned across her asscheeks. Soon all thoughts evaporated as
she became engulfed and engrossed by the burning pain. She
began to fear the quirt was a bit more vicious that she
could tolerate and she started to scream in her agony and
tried to twist away from the onslaught.
Tears were streaming down her face when Zeta finally
stopped. The daughter sat down on the bed and demanded. "Get
these boots off of me, my feet are sweaty and swollen."
Having kicked out of her panties during her ordeal,
Roseshannon rose and shrugged off the dressing gown that
barely clung to her shoulders to become completely naked in
front of her daughter. The exposure of her huge breasts
caused a flicker of desire across her daughter's face. "You
really look good naked, Mother, I think I'll make you stay
that way all the time. That would keep my little pussy moist
and you'd get to suck it a lot more. Have you ever been
spanked on your big titties? "
Horrified by that thought, Roseshannon swung her leg over
her daughter's extended boot and purposely pushed her
crimson streaked ass right in her daughter's face to take
her mind off the thoughts of whipping her breasts. She
pulled on the heel. Zeta placed her other boot on her
mother's painful posterior and pushed to aid in the effort.
The excruciating pain prompted the mother to pull harder and
the boot finally released. They repeated the process with
the other boot but this time the foot against her sore ass
was sock soft. Roseshannon removed the white socks and began
to massage the tiny feet of her daughter. On impulse she
brought one foot up to her mouth and started to suck on the
toes, hoping to ingratiate herself and soothe her daughter's
anger. Then the sweat and the odor and the degradation of
what she was doing began to assail her senses and heighten
her arousal. She could not help but lick and suck
lasciviously.
"Oh, Mother, you are so disgusting. Do the other one now and
then help me off with my riding britches and maybe I'll let
you suck the sweat from the crack of my ass."
Thrilled by the depraved notion, Roseshannon tried to appear
reluctant, "Zeta, you would never make your mother do a
thing like that, would you?" The daughter stood up with her
ass in her face as the mother reached around and hurriedly
unbuckled, unzipped and pulled off her britches. Then Zeta
bent her lithe body over the bed, assuming the exact
position her mother had earlier. Reaching back with both
hands, she pulled her firm cheeks apart. "No, Mother, I
would not make you but I will let you."
With a cry of servile surrender at this ignominy,
Roseshannon plunged her face between the spread cheeks and
pushed her hot, rasping tongue deeply into the proffered
asshole. She could barely control her raging breath as she
furiously fucked her tongue in and out. More alive than she
had ever felt, it was as though all the events of the past
few weeks had transpired to bring her to this final,
ignoble, absolutely exhilarating act. All else paled in
comparison. God help me, I love her ass as much as I do her
pussy!