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There were many more things that Jayna had planned for her submissive, humiliated slave-sister Luna, but she thought it was time to start the next phase of her plan.
Luna needed a female role-model. It was time for Luna’s mother Carrie to learn how to be a good slut, so that she could give Luna the support she deserved.
Jayna had already begun to fantasise about raping Luna’s mother. In fact, she had orgasmed to the idea on multiple occasions as Luna had licked her pussy at night, although she hadn’t told Luna of these plans yet, for fear that Luna might panic and do something unwise.
Her first opportunity to act on these plans came the next weekend. Luna’s father, Bill, was traveling interstate to an architecture conference, leaving his wife Carrie in charge of the household for two nights. On the very first of those nights, Jayna waited until everyone in the house was asleep (except for Luna, who these days drifted in and out of wakefulness in a horny daze as her vibrators buzzed her in and out of consciousness).
Then she crept out of bed, completely naked, leaving Luna alone, and went down the hall to the master bedroom.
She knew Luna would be puzzled when she found Jayna gone, but by now Luna knew better than to ask questions of Jayna, and in any case she would likely be grateful just to have the bed to herself. She made a note to herself that if she came back and found Luna had turned herself the right way up to use the pillow, she would have to discipline the girl. Luna would need to learn that her face belonged at pussy or cock level, whether there was someone in bed with her or not.
She entered the master bedroom. It was pitch black, but she found the queen bed, and quietly slipped under the covers. She found the warm, sleeping body of Carrie, and pressed up against it, discovering to her delight that Carrie already slept in the nude.
She wiggled her naked body against Carrie’s, enjoying the feel of her small breasts against Carrie’s large maternal udders, until Carrie eventually woke up.
“Honey?” she said, in a confused voice. Jayna didn’t know if Carried thought that Jayna was her husband, or her daughter, but it didn’t matter. She leaned forward and kissed Carried on the lips while she was still confused, and to her pleasure, Carrie began to kiss her back for a few seconds before fuller consciousness arrived and she realised who she was really kissing.
“Jayna?” said Carrie in shock, breaking the kiss and pulling away.
Jayna did her best little girl voice. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered. “I never had a mother, and I got really sad in the night. Please, can I sleep with you?”
“Jayna, we already discussed this,” said Carrie awkwardly. “This is inappropriate. That’s why you’re sleeping with Luna.”
“You said it wasn’t right for a teen girl to sleep with a grown man,” said Jayna. “But Bill isn’t here. It’s just you and me. If it’s okay for me to sleep with Luna, why isn’t it okay for me to sleep with you?”
Carrie had no real answer to that.
“I’ve just been so happy here,” Jayna continued. “You’re like the mother I never had. Is it okay for me to call you mommy?”
“Ah…” said Carrie, uncertain.
“I feel so safe here, mommy,” said Jayna. “Not like at home. They say my father was a rapist and I wasn’t safe there. And then when I got into bed, you kissed me, and I thought you were going to be the same.”
She couldn’t see Carrie’s face, but Jayna could imagine the woman’s eyes widening.
“No, honey!” Carrie said. “That wasn’t – I mean, I just thought you were – it was a loving kiss. I wouldn’t…”
“You love me?” asked Jayna. “I… that feels so good. I’ve never had a parent that loved me before.”
(That was a lie. Jayna knew her father had loved her as much as any woman deserved to be loved – that is, as a fuckable cum-toilet who existed to serve cocks.)
“Of course I love you,” said Carrie. She was still tired and confused and not thinking clearly, but she knew that her foster daughter needed love.
“So there was nothing inappropriate about that kiss?” asked Jayna.
“Of course not,” said Carrie.
“Then… could you kiss me again?” asked Jayna. And before Carrie could respond, she pressed forward against the buxom, mature woman, pressing her lips against Carrie’s and pushing her tongue into Carrie’s mouth.
Jayna had thought that unlocking Carrie’s sexual side might be a slow process of conditioning and re-orientation, as it had been to get Luna to accept lesbian activity. But Jayna was surprised and overjoyed to find that Carrie responded almost immediately to the kiss. Her whole body went – well, the only word was “melty” – and she made a low slutty moan into Jayna’s mouth, and Jayna felt Carrie’s nipples begin to harden against her own breasts.
It seemed that housewife Carrie had been a bit sexually repressed. Possibly she had already had sexual thoughts about women, or teen girls, or even Jayna in particular. Jayna wondered whether Carrie might have gone so far as to fantasise about her own daughter.
She kissed and kissed, and Carried allowed her to do it. She may have been blushing, in the darkness, but she didn’t stop her foster daughter from kissing her. Jayna pressed tighter against her foster mother, crushing Carrie’s tits against her own, and wrapped her arms around Carrie, running her fingers through Carrie’s hair and up and down her naked back.
She managed to get one of her knees between Carrie’s legs, and pushed it up against her foster mother’s groin. She was pleased to find Carrie’s cunt was wet enough to leave moisture on Jayna’s thigh. Carrie made a little noise of humiliation when Jayna made the discovery.
She began to hump against Carrie, pushing her thigh hard into Carrie’s pussy, pushing her tongue further into Carrie’s mouth, until she judged that Carrie was completely lost in a haze of lust and unable to think about anything but her cunt.
Then she pulled back.
“You know,” she said. “My mother never breastfed me. She left before she did that. I’ve always wondered… what it was like.” She ran a hand lightly over Carrie’s large, firm breast, casually flicking at her hard nipple and making Carrie mewl with lust. “Could I… try with you?”
Carrie made only a choked noise of slutty need, unable to find words. She knew that this was all wrong, and absolutely NOT how she should be behaving with a 19-year-old girl that she had parental responsibilities to – and yet her relationship with Bill had become sexually unsatisfying, and it had been so long since *anyone* had made her aroused, and her pussy was so wet…
Jayna took this as consent, and slid down Carrie’s body, to take one of Carrie’s thick, perky nipples into her mouth and begin to suck.
Almost immediately milk began to flow into her mouth. She jerked back – she had never actually sucked at a lactating breast – and said, “Milk!”, unable to think at that moment of what else to say.
If the milk had surprised Jayna, it surprised Carrie even more. “Oh my God!” she gasped. “I’m so sorry! They haven’t done that in years!”
Jayna knew better than to let this chance escape her. “It’s okay,” she said. “It tastes good. They say your milk comes back when you really, really want to feed someone…” (Or sometimes when a woman is very aroused, she thought, but didn’t say.) She put her mouth back to Carrie’s nipple and began to suck eagerly.
At the same time, she reached down between Carrie’s legs – and the slutty MILF didn’t need any coaxing. She parted her thighs immediately, and Jayna was able to cup Carrie’s soaking wet fuckbox and slip two fingers between her slippery labia and up inside her sluthole.
Jayna fingerfucked Luna’s mother as she sucked the milk from her udders. There wasn’t much milk in either breast, but Jayna now planned to increase that production via regular milking. With tits like these, Carrie was born to be a cow, and Jayna would help her achieve that destiny.
From time to time Jayna would pull her fingers out of Carrie’s cunt and lift them to Carrie’s face. Sometimes she would press them against Carrie’s lips, and Carrie would obediently suck her sex-juices off them. Other times she would wipe them across Carrie’s face, smearing her with her own slut honey, and Carrie would moan in lust and degradation, pushing her tits harder against Jayna’s eager mouth.
As Jayna felt she was reaching the last of the milk in Carrie’s second boob, she began to intensify her fingerfucking, and soon she heard Carrie make a shuddering gasp, and her cunt muscles began to squeeze at Jayna’s fingers, and then Carrie was cumming – cumming from slutty lesbian sex with her foster daughter.
As she shook, Jayna moved back up her body, and kissed her again on the lips, keeping her mouth locked with Carrie’s until the older woman had recovered from her orgasm. Then she broke the kiss and said, “I love you, mommy.”
She could feel Carrie burning with guilt and shame – and that was exactly how a woman should feel, all the time, so she smiled with contentment, and fell asleep against her naked, mortified foster mother knowing that the world was moving in a good direction.
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please dont stop thisstory now. it needs moreeeeee
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