By SuperEvil
superevil7@protonmail.com
Copyright 2023 by SuperEvil, all rights reserved
* * * * *Chapter 37
For Samantha Rollins, or Sam as she preferred, her Feminudist life was
just beginning. Being naked at the meeting had been bad enough, what
with her younger brother Hank seeing her so totally exposed, but then
she had been dragged by him and her mother into the big box store
Red-mart. She had been exposed, naked, to countless numbers of people,
including a bunch of teens around her age! The very worst of it had
been when Amanda Wentworth had discovered her naked, the most popular
girl and biggest gossip in her 7th grade class, and she expected her
nudity would be the hot topic at school that day because of that.
Sam hadn't always been so shy about her body. It was only after she had
started to develop her womanly curves a few years ago that she had
become more conscious about it. Before that, she couldn't remember
being bothered about how she looked. When she was little and still flat
chested, she had run around without a shirt on, like one of the boys,
with Adam and his friends, and her brother too, without a care. She had
looked exactly like the boys up top, so why should she care? Now she
was running around without a shirt on, or anything else for that
matter, for a totally different reason.
She appraised her
naked body in the bathroom mirror, seeing how womanly she already
looked at just 13 years old. Her breasts were already B-cups and still
growing. Her hips had widened quite a bit compared to her waist. And
her vulva, now clean-shaven, was plump and open just slightly,
especially near the top, where her clit could poke out when she got
excited. She realized that there were plenty of girls that would
probably kill to have a body like hers, but that still didn't help to
calm her nerves about having to display her femininity so blatantly.
With a sigh and a deep breath to prepare her for what was to come
today, she finished up in the bathroom and headed out to the hallway.
"Mornin' sport."
"Uh, hey dad." Sam responded by looking down at the floor beneath her.
Out of anyone that had seen her naked thus far, her dad seeing her
naked had been the hardest for her. This was only the second time she
had seen her dad since becoming a Feminudist. "Getting ready for work?"
"Um hmmm." He nodded. "Boy, maybe I shouldn't call you sport anymore,
seeing as you've grown so much." Sam could see him looking directly at
her bare breasts. "Especially up top."
"Dad!!" Sam's face went
bright red, and at the same time her eyes went wide. Her own father was
checking out her breasts! And worse, commenting on their recent growth!
The man chuckled a little. "How 'bout I call you champ? Since you're
such a champion for this Feminudism movement." Suddenly, he wrapped her
up in a tight hug. "Your mom and I are so proud of you, Sam."
Sam's face was still burning just as hot, now in a naked hug with her
own father. "Thanks, dad…" she responded as they both let go of the
hug. "Breakfast?" She asked, hoping to get out of the awkward situation
she found herself in.
"Yeah! I think your mom's making waffles." He gestured towards the steps. "Lead the way."
Sam was sure she could feel her dad's eyes on her bottom the entire
way, as she took the lead to the kitchen, but she didn't dare look back
to confirm this for herself. It would just be too mortifying for the
13-year-old girl to know for sure that her own father was checking out
her growth. Besides, there was really nothing that she could do about
it. Being a Feminudist meant all of her assets were on show and would
continue to be on show. She just felt like she would need to get used
to it.
She wasn't even sure how her mom had reached the
conclusion that she wanted to be a champion for Feminudism, but
whatever the case, Sam felt way too shy to correct her mom's misnomer.
Despite not wanting to be nude, she was really enjoying all the praise
she was receiving from her parents.
"Smells delicious Dora!" Sam's dad headed for the stove, where her mom was cooking, while she took a seat at the kitchen table.
"Henry!" The woman practically jumped to the ceiling as she felt her
husband smack and pinch her bare bottom. Just like Sam, and all the
other Feminudist mother's, she was bare naked from head to toe. The man
simply chuckled at his wife while he took a couple of the already
prepared waffles for himself and his daughter, and joined Sam at the
table.
Henry Rollins had been totally accepting of the new
rules and Feminudism once his wife and daughter had explained it to him
last night. He was sure his daughter could fully take care of herself
and take any challenge head on, and he had always supported her in any
endeavors she was interested in. This Feminudist movement was no
exception. Not only that, but it would mean he would be seeing his wife
naked a lot more often, which was a very big plus to him. Dora was
still a looker as far as he was concerned. Svelte waist, wide hips, and
a large bosom that he couldn't get enough of, that seemed to jiggle
with just any slightest movement she made. Behind, she had the ass to
match.
"Waffles!" The youngest Rollins child, young Henry Jr.,
or Hank as he had come to be known, burst into the room excitedly. He
ran over and gave his naked mom a great big side hug.
"Yes,
waffles." Dora said, trying to pry her 11-year-old son away from her.
She couldn't help laughing at his enthusiasm, that is until one of his
hands suddenly slipped in between her legs, over her sex, and her eyes
went wide. "Ummm, go sit down, Hank." She squirmed nervously, unsure if
her son had touched her there deliberately or not, but wanting him to
stop. "I'll bring you your breakfast in a minute, ok, sweetie."
"Ok, mom." Hank scooted over to the table, a mischievous grin on his
lips. Before he sat down, he eyed his naked older sister up and down
with amusement. He wanted to tease her about her nudity so badly, but
wouldn't dare in front of their father.
"Hey slugger." His dad
greeted him, pushing the chair next to Sam out for him. He knew that
this must be quite the experience for his young son, having his own mom
and sister go naked, but he didn't want to make a big deal out of it.
The man had grown up in a household where nudity was never a big deal,
and had seen his younger sisters naked on many occasions, along with
his mom naked occasionally too. It was Dora that had a taboo view about
nudity up until this point, but he was glad to see that had changed.
"Little League tryouts are coming up."
"I know!" Hank smiled at his dad, happily accepting the plate of waffles from his mom.
"Ah, dang, forgot my briefcase again." Henry said, scooting his chair back. "Be right back."
With his mom busy, back at the stove, and his dad absent from the room
now, Hank took the opportunity to get a little taunting in at his big
sister. He leaned over and whispered into her ear, "You've got to be
naked! You've got to be naked!" Almost singing his words in a teasing
tone to her. Then he leaned back and giggled at her with a shit eating
smirk on his face.
Despite herself, Sam couldn't stop blushing
about her brother's teasing. She gritted her teeth and said, "Shut up!"
in a quiet tone to him. "I do not…" She pouted, though wondering if
that was really true. Would her parents really let her get dressed if
she asked, she wondered?
"You're a Feminudist. Of course, you have to be naked!" Came Hank's reply, loud enough for their mom to hear.
Their mom had just finished making her own waffles and was coming over
to join them. "What's this, Sam? You don't want to be a Feminudist any
longer?"
"Weeeeell," Sam drew out the E, sucking in a little
air nervously. She hated disappointing her parents, and that sad look
her mom was giving her wasn't helping. "No, no. I still want to be a
Feminudist, mom." She replied, immediately thinking that her answer
could have been a big mistake. What if this was the one and only chance
she got to get out of being naked?!
Hank was suddenly giving
her a great big hug from the side. "You're so brave, Sam! No one looks
better naked than you!" He sang his praises to her, though she knew
that he didn't really mean it. It was all an act so that he could tease
her for being naked in front of their mom. She got confirmation of
that, as he let go of the hug, his hand first pinched one of her
nipples on one breast, and then jiggled her other breast from
underneath.
"Hank!" Sam complained, giving her brother an angry scowl.
"Hank, did you just?!…" Their mom asked, in a flustered tone.
Hank turned back to his food and took another bite, saying, "Mom, it's
no biggie. Some of the other boys at the meeting were telling me they
get to touch their Feminudist sisters like that all the time." He gave
his mom a smug grin.
"T-that doesn't sound right… I think I better send a text to Mrs. Larson about this."
"Mom, that's not…" Sam sighed, knowing exactly what Mrs. Larson would
say. "That's not necessary. Hank's right. The boys in a Feminudist
household are allowed to explore the bodies of the girls. It's to help
the girls get more used to being naked…" She felt her face burning,
feeling like she was basically giving her brother total justification
to touch her all he wanted, but what could she do? Mrs. Larson would
have said the exact same thing.
"Oh, well, um…" Their mom blushed deeply at the revelation. "Um, carry on then…"
Emboldened by what had just been said, Hank's smile grew three times
bigger as he grinned at his naked sister. He knew he could basically
get away with touching her as much as he wanted now. "Mom," he whined,
"I can't see Sam's pussy with the way that she's sitting. Make her turn
and face me…"
"Sam?" was simply all the woman said, though she seemed mortified to ask.
"But, mom…?" Sam let out a whine of her own, but knew she wasn't going
to get out of this. With a grumble, she turned her legs and torso to
face her younger brother and spread her legs as wide as the chair. For
her troubles, her brother stuck his tongue out at her before looking
down at her privates between her legs with another large grin. Sam
looked at her mom again, but apparently the woman had missed the boy's
teasing, instead staring at her plate of waffles with a deep blush of
her own, obviously embarrassed at her daughter's explicit exposure.
Hank wasn't deterred by his mom's blush. He was in fact enjoying just
how embarrassed both his mom and sister seemed to be about the whole
situation. Wanting to embarrass his sister even more, he reached his
left hand down, and placed it high up on her thigh, smiling annoyingly
at her. "Wow, Sam. Your clit is showing again…"
"It is?" Sam
looked down at herself, her face a deep crimson now. As if taunting her
too, there was her little clit, poking itself out of its protective
hood and her lower lips, with a shiny little glint on the tip because
of her wetness.
"Sam, that's perfectly natural, as we talked
about last night…" Dora tried to make her daughter feel better, but she
couldn't help squirming in her own seat, knowing she felt just as
turned on as her daughter about being naked. She just hoped her
children hadn't noticed. "Nudity can be exciting the first few times
you experience it, but it's nothing to be ashamed about…" she tried to
recall some of the rhetoric she had heard at the Feminudist meeting
last night.
"Hank!!" Sam suddenly complained. Her brother's
hand had migrated to touching her outer pussy lips. "Mom, he's touching
my!… My!… My pussy!" Her eyes were wide with outrage.
"Well,
um, I'm sure he's just curious again. He doesn't have one of his own.
Just give him some time to get a feel of it and get used to it being
bare, and I'm sure he'll get bored about the whole thing soon." Their
mom said, though, Hank was sure he would never get bored with this. Sam
was just forced to sit there in utter mortification, while her younger
brother explored her lower folds with abandon.
"What did I
miss?" Henry asked, coming back in to sit at the table next to his
wife, with a large grin. He wasn't able to see the other side of the
table and what his son was doing to his daughter at the moment.
"Um, nothing, dear." Dora gulped, not sure how her husband would feel
to know their son was exploring their daughter's private parts at this
very moment. "Hank, maybe you should…?"
Sam let out a little
moan, interrupting her mom's words. "Mmmm!… Please…" she sighed,
leaning her shoulders back and wriggling her hips as her brother
massaged her pussy in just the way she liked it. She was getting really
turned on by what her brother was doing, despite her humiliation from
it. Again, her own brother was touching her privates with her mom's
permission, just like in the car last night!
"I'm playing with
Sam's pussy, dad!" The boy looked at his dad with an excited grin,
displaying absolutely no shame for what he was doing, before focusing
back on his sister's little love hole.
"You're what?" His dad asked, stunned.
"It's a part of, um, Feminudism, dear." Dora tried to explain, but she
couldn't bring herself to look her husband in the eye while speaking.
"So that the, um, girls can, um, feel more comfortable and confident in
just their skin…" Her voice trailed off as she spoke, but she could
feel her nipples getting even harder at the idea, and her pussy ached,
so she made a little wiggle in her seat. Her face burned, as she could
see out of the corner of her eye that her husband's smile was getting
even bigger.
"Is it now?" The man gave a contemplating look to
his wife, rubbing his chin. "I didn't see that in the brochure last
night when I was looking it over… But if you say so. Spread your legs
open for me then, honey."
"Henry, not in front of the child–
Ohhhh!" Dora let out a loud gasp as her own pleasure button was
suddenly touched by her husband, unable to stop herself from melting
into his touch. She had felt turned on all morning being naked in front
of him, and couldn't resist him, despite her usual modesty.
It
wasn't long before the ladies were cumming at the hands of the Rollins
men. Both of the males wore large grins as their respective girl's hips
bucked wildly, until they could take no more. Both Rollins ladies
slumped over in their kitchen chairs as they caught their breath,
totally spent.
"You seem a lot more relaxed now, champ." Henry
commented towards his daughter as he resumed eating his breakfast. "You
too, honey." He added with a smile to his wife. His wife just nodded at
him, embarrassed about how far everything had gone that morning.
"Yes, dad. I think that's exactly what I needed this morning…" Sam
answered him, with a satisfied blush, surprising both parents,
especially her mom. Then she gave her younger brother a great big hug,
and a kiss on the cheek, eliciting a genuinely happy grin from the boy.
Chapter 38
“Abigail!!!! What did you just say!?!?!” Her mom demanded to know, as
she stepped down from the last stair. She appeared to be fuming mad.
“MOM!?!?!” Abbie squirmed, sure she was about to be in the worst
trouble of her short life. Her hands were still secure behind her back
with her brother’s belt, so she could do nothing but stand there with
her mouth hung open, and her eyes stretched wide as her mother stared
at her. Her brother had been playing a twisted little game with her. A
game that had left Abbie in horny shambles. Every time her brother had
asked her a question, either he or her boyfriend, Blake, would make a
pleasurable little wiggle on her clit. As the game had progressed,
Abbie had become unbearably horny. Just as she was about to cum, her
brother had said the game was over, planning on leaving her horny and
desperate. In one final plea, Abbie had begged her boyfriend to get her
off in exchange for blowjobs any time he wanted, and apparently her
mother had just heard her plea.
"I'm waiting, young lady!!" Mrs. Larson said, tapping her foot with her arms crossed.
Before Abbie could respond to her mom, Blake had interjected, "We were just playing a game!'
"A game where Abbie gives you a blowjob!?!" The woman responded to him with a wide-eyed glare.
"You heard that?" Abbie asked with a small voice, hanging her head,
having confirmation of what she had feared the worst. Her mom had heard
her offer unlimited blowjobs to Blake.
"Explain! Now!" Mrs.
Larson gave her teenage daughter a glare, with one hand firmly planted
on her hip and the other pointing accusingly at Abbie's boyfriend.
"Mom, please, it's not like that! Adam did this to me!" Abbie pleaded
with her mom, tears in her eyes from the unbearable arousal she was
still feeling, along with the unfairness of the whole situation. It had
been her brother's stupid game that had led to her feeling so desperate
that she would have done almost anything to cum at that moment. It was
his fault she had made the offer to her boyfriend like that, she
thought. Even now, her loins were still screaming at her in desperation
and all she wanted to do was touch her horny little slit, but with her
hands still securely held behind her back, she could do nothing but
wriggle.
Mrs. Larson's attention turned to her younger son. “Adam?”
Adam was nervous at first, seeing how mad his mom seemed to be, but he
quickly realized her anger was directed towards Abbie. "Mom, Abbie was
just playing a little game with us." He gave his sister a little covert
smug smile, knowing that he was not the one in trouble.
"Game!? It wasn't a game, mom! He was practically torturing me!" Abbie
let out with a whine, still struggling with her bonds that kept her
arms in place.
"What game?" Their mom demanded to know, folding her arms in an annoyed stance, unsure who to believe.
"It's called… It was, kinda a truth game… What if I just show you,
mom?" Adam took a step towards Abbie, who's eyes went wide with panic.
She certainly didn't want to play this game anymore, and tried to back
away from him. She ended up backing into the wall, out of any space to
flee.
"Mmmmm!… No, Adam… Please! No more…" Abbie let out a
moan as her brother's fingers started to explore her folds again and
found her aching clitoris. Then she could do nothing but beg, as it
seemed she was about to be forced to face another round of her
brother's new sadistic game.
Blake came over, putting a
supportive hand on her shoulder. "It'll be alright, Abbie. Don't
worry." He gave her a smile, trying to reassure her.
“See mom,
I just touch Abbie’s clit like this, and then wiggle it while asking
her a question. Watch.” Adam explained, as he demonstrated the game to
his mom. Abbie lost all sense of herself as she let out a loud moan.
Her brother had just made another wiggle on her overexcited clit. "Did
you do all the homework you were supposed to do last night, Abbie?" He
asked a simple question, not wanting to get into the more shameful
questions he had been using before in front of his mom.
"Oh!!
God, yes!! I did! Now, please let me cum!!" Any shame she felt to be
saying something like that in front of her own mom was overwritten by
her desire and desperation, and the unsatisfied ache in her pussy.
"Adam." Their mom said sternly, making a gesture for him to move out of
the way. Not wanting to be in trouble, he quickly complied.
"Interesting game you've come up with. Let's see if it really works."
All three teens were shocked as suddenly Mrs. Larson shoved her hand
between Abbie's legs.
"MOM!?!?" With no place to go, Abbie
could only shudder and squeal as her own mom manhandled her most
sensitive bits. Being so engorged, her clit was easily found, eliciting
another uncontrollable gasp of pleasure from the girl. "Mom! Noooooo!"
"Now, you're going to answer some questions for me, young lady!"
Abbie's mom spat with anger. Then she started wiggling her finger,
eliciting shame in Abbie like she had never felt before! Her own mom
was touching her privates and giving her pleasure! "Have you ever given
a blowjob before? To anyone?"
Abbie tilted her head back, her
legs alternating bouncing up and down, almost like she was stomping her
feet, but not hard. It would be so shameful for her to orgasm at her
own mother's hand, and she was going to do her best to keep that from
happening. Only, the pleasure wiggle didn't stop, and Abbie could feel
herself about to go over the edge. "Yes! I have!" She finally exclaimed
when she could take no more. The wiggling on her clit came to a
complete stop, and Abbie was spared the shame of orgasming for her own
mom, at least for now.
It only took a beat before Abbie's clit was screaming in pleasure again. "How many times? And to whom?"
"Only Blake!" The girl panted, trying to stop her own body from
carrying out its natural reaction to hump her hips. "Just a few times!
I don't know exactly! Please!"
This time, Abbie received no break, as her mom just continued to rub her overstimulated clit. "Have the two of you had sex?!"
"Yes! But mom, please!!…" Abbie could no longer control herself, as she
began humping her mom's hand. "Mom, I'm gonna!…" Abbie cried out, as
suddenly the pleasure stopped just as suddenly as it had started, and
her mom took a step back. The 14-year-old girl was left humping the air
with her hips once again, in total horny desperation. "Please, please,
please!" Abbie begged, her voice rapid and horse.
As soon as
Abbie calmed back down she looked up at her mom with pleading eyes,
sure she was in the worst trouble of her life, but saw that her mom's
stance had suddenly softened a little. "You're, um, not mad?…"
"Oh, I'm mad," Mrs. Larson said calmly, "but I was a teenager once
before too." She crossed her arms and sighed. "Did you two use a
condom?"
Abbie nodded her head rapidly, while Blake answered, "Yes, Mrs. Larson."
"Good. Look, I'm not mad that the two of you had sex really. What I'm
mad about is the fact that you saw Blake's privates, Abbie." She turned
to Blake. "When the two of you have sex in the future, I would
appreciate it if you kept your clothes on. Abbie is too young to be
looking at your penis."
"What? But… How am I supposed to do that?" Asked Blake.
"You can pull it through the fly in your pants, can't you?" Mrs. Larson
said, matter-of-factly. "Now Abbie, turn around and bend over at the
waist… Spread your legs wide." Abbie took up the shameful position,
knowing she was showing her privates fully to her mom, her brother, and
her boyfriend. She couldn't have even used her hands to shield the view
if she wanted, as they were still firmly tied. Even more shamefully,
she felt her outer lips part as she spread her legs wide, because of
how horny and wet she still was, and she knew they could see even the
inner parts of her pussy now. "There, see, in this position you have
full access, but she won't be able to see you at all."
Abbie was allowed to turn back around. She let out another whine, before saying, "But mom!! That's totally not fair!!!"
"I thought it was a good compromise." Her mom said back with another
glare, obviously not in the mood for a discussion on the matter. "It's
either that or you can go without sex until you are 18 and out of this
house, young lady…"
"Ok… I'm, uh, sorry, mom…" Abbie gulped, but nodded her head. "That sounds reasonable."
"Good. I’ll make an appointment with the doctor to get some birth
control for you. Now it's on to the matter of your punishment."
"Punishment!?" Abbie's eyes went wide with fear. The last time she had
almost faced a punishment, her mom had threatened to have her brother
whip her behind with his belt. The very same belt that still secured
her hands behind her back at that very moment. The fact that his belt
was already here and easily accessible made Abbie shudder in terror.
"You didn't think I was going to let you off with nothing. Alright, Abbie, how many times have you and Blake had sex?"
"Um, twice…" All the color drained from Abbie's face as she answered.
"Boys, pull her away from the wall and hold her by the shoulders. Each
of you are going to give her 14 spankings, for a total of 28." Mrs.
Larson stood there with her arms crossed. "Get moving!" She said
forcefully when none of the teens had moved an inch.
Abbie
took a small few steps away from the wall, while Blake and her brother
came over and placed their outer hand on each of her shoulders, with
the girl in between them, leaving their inner hands to do the spanking.
"Good. Each of you will alternate spanking her until each of you reach
a count of 14. Adam, you begin."
Abbie didn't have time to
brace herself, as she suddenly felt the sting of her brother's hand on
her left cheek. She let out a little yelp, more startled than in pain
from the blow. "One." Adam spoke.
"One." Blake copied Adam,
targeting her right cheek instead of her left, but this one felt like
it had a bit more bite to it than her brother's. "Sorry, Abbie…" Blake
whispered in her ear. Abbie looked at him with sad eyes, but nodded her
head. She didn't blame him for this. She didn't blame anyone but
herself. She felt like she deserved this punishment, not for what she
had done, but for letting the truth slip to her mom.
"Six!"
Adam called as the count rose. Already Abbie's backside was starting to
really sting, and she hadn't even made it halfway through the spanking.
By the time Blake reached ten, she was blubbering, with tears streaming
down her rosy cheeks. If the boys weren't holding her firmly she would
have probably tried to flee by now, even in pure self-preservation.
"Twelve!" Blake called, and she knew she only had two more from each
boy. Just four more in total and this would all be over, she thought.
She almost got a second wind, holding herself up a little straighter,
realizing she was going to make it.
"Very good Abbie. You took
that well. I hope you understand why I had to give you this
punishment." Her mom came over and held her in a hug, while Abbie just
wept into her mom's shoulder. After a minute she said, "Boys, bring her
oven to the couch and hold her tight to comfort her, ok?" undoing the
binds that held Abbie's hands behind her back.
The boys both
took her hand and led the crying girl over to the couch. Abbie made a
little wince as her tender bottom made contact with the cushion, but
soon she was feeling better already, as the material of the couch was a
soft, cooling, leather. Both boys sat on either side of her, wrapping
her up in a tight hug, and Abbie just let herself melt into their
embrace, enjoying their comfort and support.
Soon Abbie's
tears came to a complete stop, but she still didn't let go of her
brother or her boyfriend, instead choosing to hold them even tighter.
Mrs. Larson couldn't help getting a little smile at the sight of her
daughter enjoying the hug, as she sat down in the chair across from the
couch. "There, now, Abbie. I'm very proud of you. You took your
punishment gracefully."
"Thanks mom." Abbie gave her a smile
in return, as she looked up from where she had her face nestled in her
boyfriend's neck and shoulder.
"But we still need to talk about your other punishment."
"Other punishment?!?" Abbie's eyes went wide again, as she had thought it was over.
"Your punishment for offering to give Blake a blowjob."
"Mom, please! Wasn't that enough??" Abbie begged, the tears coming back
to her eyes. "You don't know how it feels, to be teased and tortured by
that game!" She started to plead, trying to make a defense for herself.
"I would have said anything to get them to let me…!" Abbie couldn't
bring herself to use the word cum in front of her mom.
"I'm sorry, Abbie, but I just don't believe you." Her mom's glare was starting to come back.
"Then you try it and see if you can take it!" Abbie yelled, one last desperate attempt to save herself from more punishment.
Mrs. Larson got a stern look on her face, and Abbie thought she had
made a grave mistake, but then her mom said, "Sure, Abbie. I'll do it,
if it will prove to you that you deserve to be punished again for your
nasty behavior."
"Um, yeah…" Abbie responded, not believing she had just convinced her mom to play her brother's twisted little question game.
“Adam, come over here. You can ask me 10 questions. No more, and no less.” Mrs. Larson proclaimed, as she stood back up.
“Ummm, are you sure?” Adam received a stern nod from his mom, so he
quickly rushed over, picking up his belt from the floor along the way.
“Put your hands behind your back, mom.”
“Why?” She asked with a confused glare.
“It’s part of the game. I need to secure your hands behind your back.” Adam explained with a smile for his mom.
“Fine…” His mom said with resign, placing her hands behind her back.
Soon they were secured tightly, and despite being the authority in the
room, Susan couldn’t help squirming a little to be in such a position.
She realized she was now vulnerable to whatever her son wanted to do
with her. Her nudity was suddenly at the forefront of her mind, as the
way her hands were held behind her back made her medium-sized breasts
jut out quite a bit from her chest, and she felt as if she were on
show, much more than at any other point since she had started going
nude.
“Ok, Blake, you handle the other stuff while I ask the
questions.” Adam said with a smug grin to his sister’s boyfriend, who
eagerly came over to join them.
“Wait, what!?!” Mrs. Larson
started to protest, but Blake’s hand was already in between her legs,
exploring her folds and finding her clit. She blushed deeply as he
fondled her, having expected her son to be doing the touching and not
her daughter's boyfriend.
“Feels just like Abbie’s.” Blake
said with a smile, eliciting a tiny giggle from the girl still seated
on the couch. Abbie felt a bit amused at how things had turned around
suddenly on her mother.
Mrs. Larson made a glare towards her
daughter on the couch for her laugh, but then shook her head and said,
“Let’s just get this over with.”
“Alright, mom, first question. What is your full name?” Adam started with an easy question.
Blake made the required wiggle on the woman’s clitoris, which elicited
a small gasp from her. “Ahh…” After a moment to collect herself, Mrs.
Larson answered, “Susan Marie Larson.”
“Good. Nine questions
to go.” Her son said, still smug in his demeanor. Either way he felt
like he would win. Either he would get to punish his sister some more,
or his mom would crack, and give in to any demand he could think of to
let her cum. “Next question.” He said, and Blake started wiggling his
finger. “How old are you, mom?”
“Ohhh…” Susan wiggled her hips
a little, despite trying to stop herself. “You can’t ask me that! It’s
not polite to ask a woman her age. Ask me something else!”
“Blake.” Adam made a gesture, and suddenly the 14-year-old boy was pawing at the woman’s tits.
“Hey! What are you doing?!?” Susan tried backing away, squirming at the
sudden touch of her breasts, but Blake stuck with her. She backed all
the way up until she found herself up against a wall, just like her
younger daughter earlier. Susan couldn’t help squirming greatly, as the
boy stroked her hard nipples. For as long as she could remember, her
nipples had always been one of the most sensitive spots on her body.
“Please!”
“Just answer the question, mom.” Adam grinned as he came closer.
“Yeah, mom. If you don’t answer a question truthfully, then they play
with your boobs until you do. It’s how the game works.” Abbie had come
to get a closer look too, tickled about the way her mom was already
reacting to the game. It was only the second question, and her mom was
already on the back foot. She was confident her mom would crack, and
she wouldn’t have to face another punishment.
“38! I’m 38!”
Susan finally declared, her heart beating fast in her chest. Blake let
off her nipples, and the woman got a small breather. Already she felt a
wetness seeping out of herself down below, and she realized there were
eight more questions to go!
She gave another gasp as Blake
found her clit again. It was quite a bit more sensitive now, after that
nipple massage from the teen boy. “Next question.” Adam said with
authority, relishing his position of power he held at the moment over
his own mother. “How old were you when you first had sex?”
“Mmmmm!” Susan moaned for the first time, the wriggle starting to feel
really pleasurable on her clit. “Adam, that’s really not an
appropriate…” Her tits were once again the target of Blake, and she
couldn’t stop herself from letting out a little squeal as his touch.
“Blake!” He started flicking his index fingers up and down on the hard,
sensitive points, and Susan’s knees almost buckled. “15! I was 15 years
old!” She howled, the pleasure too much for her.
All three
teens were smirking at her, as Susan looked up after catching her
breath. She was starting to think she had made a grave mistake,
agreeing to play this game.
“And after all the torment you
gave me over it!…” Abbie’s smile looked the smuggest of all. “Adam, can
I have a turn asking mom a few questions?”
“Of course, Abbie.” Adam grinned back at his sister, with a nod.
Abbie took a step forward, savoring the pleading look her mother was
giving her. Her mom was the one responsible for the new rules as far as
Abbie was concerned, responsible for every moment Abbie had spent naked
and embarrassed. Now Abbie had the perfect opportunity to get a little
revenge on her mom. “Mom,” Abbie started, and Blake stroked the woman’s
clit. “Were you ever embarrassed to be naked in front of all of us? In
front of Adam, or Blake…” She giggled. “Or even Timmy?”
“What? No. Why would I?…” Susan responded, but Abbie cut her off.
“Blake, I don’t think she’s telling the truth, do you?” The sides of Abbie’s lips twisted up into another little smirk.
“No, I don’t believe she is…” Blake responded, enjoying the look on
Abbie’s face. Blake was taking pure joy at teasing Mrs. Larson in this
manner. Mother and daughter both looked quite similar, especially
naked, so Blake was attracted to Susan's body for the very same reasons
he was attracted to Abbie's.
He only had to stroke her tits
and her nipples for a second before Susan was squealing again. “Yes!
Ok, ok, I was embarrassed a little to be naked in front of everyone!”
“I think she’s telling the truth, Blake.” Abbie said, very pleased with
herself, as her boyfriend stopped. “Ready for the next question, mom?”
“Maybe that’s enough…” Susan panted, sure she had made a mistake now. “I think I get your point, Abbie.”
“Oh, no, mom.” Abbie smirked, an evil glint in her eye if Susan had
ever seen one. The woman realized she was totally at her daughter’s
mercy suddenly, as she tried to pull her hands free. Struggle as she
might, she couldn’t get lose though. “You still have so many questions
to go.” Abbie surprised everyone with her actions next, as she suddenly
stuck her hand in between her own mom’s legs! “Now let’s see how many
questions you can really take.”
“Abbie… Please…” Susan begged
under her breath, wondering how the tables had turned so completely on
her. She had just been doing this to her daughter earlier.
Abbie had never felt quite such power before, especially over her own
mother, and she was going to milk every last drop of it she could while
she had it. “Do, you ever feel horny to be naked in front of
everybody?” The 14-year-old girl asked, tickling her mom’s clit. Susan
couldn’t hold back any longer, humping her daughter’s hand.
“Abbie! Please!” Susan begged, but Abbie wouldn’t hear it. Instead, she
brought one hand up to her mom’s nipple, stroking it vigorously, while
rubbing circles on her mom’s most sensitive clit. “Yes, I do!! I feel
horny right now, Abbie!!” Susan answered, with tears in her eyes. The
thought of cumming by her own daughter’s hand, in front of her son and
her daughter’s boyfriend no less, was making Susan feel humiliation
like she had never felt before!
Abbie slowed down, but didn’t
stop teasing her mom’s nipple or her clit. “We’ve reached the lightning
round now, Susan. I’m going to give you rapid fire questions, and it’s
your job to answer truthfully. Got it?”
“Mmmmmm! Yes! Yes!” Susan nodded, the pleasure in her loins and on her breasts almost unbearable.
“How many blowjobs have you given in your life?!”
“I don’t know? Too many to count!” Susan wriggled, grinding her pussy into her daughter’s hand.
“Guess!”
“100? 200?” Susan twisted and turned.
“How many times have you had sex?”
“I don’t know? The same? 500?” Susan stuttered, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Her orgasm was imminent.
“Who have you had sex with?” Abbie asked what would end up being her final question.
“Your daddy! Only your daddy!” Susan wailed, suddenly convulsing almost
violently. She was cumming at the hand of her own daughter, unable to
hold back her orgasm any longer! “Abbie! No!” She felt frustration
beyond belief as Abbie took a quick step backwards, no longer
pleasuring her needy pussy. Susan could do nothing, collapsing to her
knees in despair, shamefully wishing her own daughter was still
stroking her pussy. Susan's now lonely pussy humped the air with a need
like she had never felt before, but it was too late. Her own daughter
had just ruined her orgasm, and she looked up at her with tears in her
eyes, while Abbie looked back in stunned silence. “Abbie… Why?…”
She looked down at the floor beneath her for a long while, in total
humiliation like she had never felt before in her life, collecting her
thoughts. She finally looked back up at Abbie with sad, but
understanding eyes. “Alright, Abbie. You win. You’re right. That game
is torture…” She gave her daughter a small smile of apology.
“Then you won’t let Adam play it with me anymore?” Abbie asked hopefully.
“Oh no.” Susan smirked. “I think we’ll just have to make a few minor
tweaks to the rules…” Abbie gulped as her mom seemed to get that same
evil glint in her eye that Abbie had given her earlier.