Texas Momma Whore Ch. 04

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My alarm sounds at 7am and I rise from my bed. I’m a bit sore, but overall pleased at the cause. You see, as of last night I became a slave whore to my son and daughter (Texas Momma Whore Ch 1-3).

I move to my bathroom and seeing the shaving cream and razor, fondly remember my daughter shaving away my pubic hair last night. I step into the shower and take stock of my situation. Last night was the first time I have had sex with another person since my husband died in an accident three years ago. His untimely death was totally devastating to the kids and me. Being younger, they were able to learn to cope with the loss much better than me.

My husband was a very successful investment banker. As such, I never had to work and stayed home to raise the kids, our daughter Stacy and our son Isaac. As fate would have it, my husband was very over insured. I also collected a rather large settlement in the lawsuit that I filed because of his death. The company where he worked was very supportive. With their continued assistance, I have made investments that insure the children and I will never have to worry about money for the rest of our lives.

What I did have to worry about was getting on with the rest of my life. My husband was raised in a family where the women were dutiful, actually submissive to the men. My own mother had raised me in this fashion so I was extremely happy when we were married. However, being a very creative and smart man, my husband found ways to expand on the duties he expected of me.

It was nothing for him to have some of his friends over and have me strip for them to show off my body. I would then be required to service each of them under my husband’s watchful eye. At any time should I fail to please him, even in front of guests, he would punish me. By the end of our first year of marriage I was comfortable with my place and enjoyed serving my husband and doing as he wished. I would never complain or say no. I truly loved him. Then he was taken away from me. So for the last three years I sat around becoming increasingly depressed. I longed to be directed, controlled. I needed to be used, to feel wanted in the manner I had grown accustom.

I climb from the shower, cleaned up the bathroom, made my bed, and went to the kitchen wearing a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Stacy and Isaac gave me no instructions for the morning, so I started to try to get the house as clean as possible from the activities the night before.

We lived in a modest home in San Antonio. The house was actually paid for before my husband passed and I just decided to stay there. Although we had plenty of money, I always stayed safe being frugal when I shopped. Yes, there were some splurges on birthdays and at Christmas, but for the most part, we lived a normal middle class life, even though my bank account would put me closer to upper class.

I sat at the table sipping a cup of coffee wondering how much control the kids would actually take. I did have one thing that I would not tell them. I had a secret bank account with $100,000 in it. So even if they wasted away all the other money, I knew I would still have money to live on. That left me free to consider what other changes they would make.

A little after ten they came down the stairs. escort kartal I stood to greet them and Stacy took my purse from the table and opened it. She thumbed through my pocket book and pulled out several credit cards and my driver’s license.

“We’re going shopping. We’ll be back in three hours. Be ready to go out then. Dress conservatively. And for God’s sake clean this pig pen up,” she told me walking out the door.

I heard our old Chevy start up and rumble down the driveway before heading down the street. I looked around and wondered what pigpen she was talking about. I move down the hall and find a note on her door.

“Clean both bedrooms and the bathroom. Bag all the clothes you find on the floor and have the Mission pick them up. If you know what is good for you, you will do a good job.”

I open her door and see her room is totally trashed with clothes all over the floor. As I look around, I realize that she has taken almost all the clothes out of her closet and dresser and thrown them on the floor. That would explain why they were going shopping. For new clothes. The same condition was found in Isaac’s room. I also noticed that the screen saver on his computer was a picture of me he took the night before with me licking my own pussy juice from my fingers.

With only three hours, I got busy and bagged all the clothes and put them in the garage. I made a note to remind myself to have them picked up the next week. With the clothes picked up, the rooms weren’t in very bad shape and I got them straightened quickly. The bathroom was another story. The floor was wet and there were towels and bottles everywhere. It took an hour just to clean that mess up. I looked at my watch and literally ran to my bedroom to change, putting on a pair of jeans and a nice top. With sneakers on my feet, I went back to the kitchen just as the Chevy pulled in the drive.

The door opened and Isaac and Stacy walk in, almost ignoring me. They both go to the refrigerator and grab a cold drink before turning to me.

“We got some stuff in the car, whore. Go out and bring it in then we’ll get going,” Isaac tells me.

The back seat and trunk of the car are filled with boxes and bags. For the most part I can tell which room to put them in from the stores they were purchased from. I get all the packages out and return to the kitchen. Stacy is sitting at the table smoking a cigarette, a habit I didn’t even know she had. Isaac was standing by the sink leaning back against the counter.

Stacy takes a drag from the cigarette and blows the smoke in my direction looking at me, something her Father used to do to me.

“Isaac is a bit anxious this morning, whore. Get over there and suck his cock so he will calm down for awhile,” she instructs me.

I move to Isaac and kneel before him. I open his pants and free his cock, which I immediately put in my mouth. I suck on it slow and gentle waiting for it to reach it’s full size, then I slide my mouth up and down. I can tell Isaac is enjoying my efforts as he occasionally moans when I either take him deep or suck and lick on the head of his dick.

“For God’s sake would you hurry the fuck up whore,” I hear Stacy say as she moves in behind me, “I’ve got things to do and I don’t maltepe escort have all day to wait for you to finish sucking his cock. Here let me help.”

I start to move away wondering if Stacy was actually going to blow her own brother. Instead, she grabs the sides of my head, holding two fistfuls of hair in her hands and shoves my mouth back and forth over my son’s swollen cock. She moves me fast, making me take him in my throat and then pulling me back to the head of his cock. Isaac is really moaning now as I feel my nose buried in his curly pubic hairs and then pulled back again.

“Let me know when you are going to cum so I can hold the whore still for you,” Stacy tells Isaac still fucking his cock with my mouth.

Unable to control the action, my spit begins to dribble down my chin and from the corners of my mouth. Isaac begins to swell as he warns his sister he is getting ready to cum. She reaches down and rubs his hairy balls as she presses on the back of my head to keep Isaac’s cock deep in my throat. I work my tongue as best I can around his cock and soon feel him throb as he shoots his hot, creamy load down my throat. Years of guidance and practice with my husband keeps me calm and I continue to swallow until Stacy pulls my head back. I take a deep breath as Isaac holds his cock, wiping the last of his cum on my lips. He pushes back into my mouth and I lick him clean before getting his pants back on.

“Is that what you were planning on wearing?” Stacy asks me.

“Well…well…” I stammer.

I am totally caught off guard as Stacy lashes the side of my face with the palm of her hand.

“You fucking whore. Don’t you even remember what you are supposed to call me?” she demands.

“Yes, Mistress Stacy. I remember. I’m sorry I forgot,” I offer.

“Well which is it you stupid cunt. Do you remember or did your forget?” she yells at me.

She grabs me by the hair and literally pulls me to my bedroom. Once there she shoves me onto the floor and opens my closet door.

“I certainly hope you are not going to be more trouble than you are worth. You better learn real fucking quick how I want things done around here,” she berates while pulling clothes out of my closet and throwing them on the floor.

“Here. This is better. Put this on,” she says holding a short-skirted sundress. “And these,” she says throwing a pair of open toed sandals at me.

I pull off my shirt and jeans and start to slide the dress over my head.

“No underwear. Just stop right there,” Stacy instructs.

I freeze where I am and feel my daughter unhooking my bra and literally ripping the straps off me and tossing it aside. She pulls my panties down and I lift my feet to let her take those off me as well.

“Now hurry up and get changed. And fix your lips too. It seems they got a bit smudged while Isaac was fucking your face. Wear bright red, it will match the dress nicely. And some nice perfume too,” my daughter says before walking out of my bedroom.

“Yes, Mistress Stacy,” I respond, although she is already down the hall.

I quickly get myself ready and return to the kitchen. Stacy and Isaac are both looking at the newspaper, neither looking at me as I enter the room.

“Go wait in the car, whore. pendik escort bayan We’ll be there in a little bit,” my son instructs me.

I walk out to the driveway, get in, and sit down. I patiently wait wondering what is in store for me next. After about twenty minutes my children appear. Isaac starts laughing loudly, but I don’t know why.

“God you’re right, Sis. She is a stupid cunt. Get in the back seat bitch. You don’t drive me anywhere,” my son tells me opening the driver’s door.

I blush from embarrassment and quickly move to the back seat. Isaac starts the car and we head down the street. I want so badly to ask where we are going, but know better. I am already in trouble for cumming last night without permission and Stacy has already shown me that she isn’t going to let me get too far out of hand.

“Sit in the middle,” Stacy tells me. I scoot over and she turns in the passenger seat. “Pull your skirt up, whore. Now spread your legs for me. Very good, slut. Now finger your cunt for me. We have a bit of a ride and that will keep me entertained.”

I slowly slide a finger along my slit. It feels strange not having any hair around my pussy. I haven’t kept it shaved for the three years since my husband died. I close my eyes and start to lose myself in a dream world of sexual submission. One that I am quickly brought out of.

“Open your eyes whore. I want you to look at me while you play with yourself. You’re playing with yourself for my amusement, not your pleasure,” Stacy orders.

“Yes, Mistress Stacy.”

I look deep into her eyes. So sweet and innocent. So mean and determined. Oh, I do love her so much. She is the control I need in my life. I have waited three years for this. I will do anything for her. I steal a glance and notice Isaac has the mirror tilted down looking at me fingering my cunt. I would do anything for him too. Oh, god I’m going to cum. In the backseat of this car, driving down the highway, with my two children watching, forcing me to pleasure myself for their amusement. Oh, Oh, Oh…

“Stop!” Stacy yells loudly. “Don’t you dare fucking cum without my permission. Keep your hand right where it is. Did I tell you to cum?”

“No, Mistress Stacy, you didn’t.”

“And you were about to cum, weren’t you, whore?”

“Yes, Mistress Stacy, I was.”

“And what were you thinking about? What thought was going through your mind as you were getting ready to displease me?

“I was thinking of you and Master Isaac. How happy I am that the two of you will be controlling my life from now on. I was thinking about how much I enjoy serving and pleasing you both. I will do anything the two of you say. Anytime, anywhere, as long as I know you will be here to take care of me,” I admit quietly, still shaking from the near orgasm.

Stacy’s eyes soften a bit as she looks me in the eyes. She reaches out for my other hand, which I give to her. She squeezes my hand softly before speaking to me again, still looking past my eyes and into my soul.

“Cum for me now, my sweet little whore.”

I pinch my clit once and then rub it maybe three times before I hold my Mistress’s hand tightly, screaming loudly as I cum. Once I finish, she let’s go of my hand. I’m a bit surprised when she takes my other hand and guides it to her mouth, licking her mother’s pussy juice from my fingers.

“When we get where we are going, we’ll find out if you are willing to do whatever we say.”

And with that, her evil grin returns with a giggle. I almost came again.

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