1. Mother asked her Boyfriend to Disapline Me


    Date: 12/6/2015, Categories: BDSM, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: MarieL, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    his affection for her had been whetted, now she allowed him access to me, 'Give him more control over me, and he would love her more'. 'You heard your mamma girl, get those pretty little panties off', and as he spoke, he turned his head back and looked at my mother, who just sat there frozen to my pleas, her shaking hand gripping her glass, she was picking up on the powerful sexual tones now firing this bestial man, she was caught up in his lusting for me. 'Do as he says', she said, her voice thick like treacle, 'Do everything he says, he is your daddy from now on'. There was a powerful undertone rippling across the room, even my nipples were hardening, as I rose shakily to my feet, my body had adopted a subservient and submissive posture, my heart pounded in my chest, and as I rose I caught my image in the full length mirror on the wall. My green sided tank top, with its muslin back, was see through, so my lack of protecting brassiere, clearly showed my vulnerability, my nipples were obviously hard, and possibly sending the wrong message to him as he fixated on those bl**d engorged erogenous peaks of femininity. My long legs clad only in a pair of yellow football woollen socks, were pulled high to just under my knee, where they were turned over to show three unequal black stripes The short denim skirt and white cotton panties, which my hand was now engaging, my thumbs hooking the elastic, and as I bent low, I could feel with every centimetre as I bent, a rush go through me, ...
    as the taut elastic dragged my knickers over my tomboyish narrow hips, and down my long thighs. I stood up, holding my cotton panties in my outstretched hand, I swallowed hard, feeling a little ashamed, and a little urine trickled my my exposed inner lips and ran down my inner thigh. He now stood side on to my mother, his cock was straining at his denims, and my mothers eyes were fixed on it, as my own were also, a mother and her daughter were at his mercy, and she drank deep from her glass, as he took my scented underwear and put them in his pocket. 'Take that little skirt off', he struggled to say the words, 'I want to see what I am hitting', and as my trembling hands went to the button to undo the restraint, that covered my modesty, he looked back again at my mother, but she just dropped her eyes, knowing fine well that she had unleashed a primeval urge in this man, and she was now powerless to stop him, she just raised her glass again, and surrendered her daughter to him. My little denim skirt fell away with consummate ease, the weight alone and like of womanly curves ensued it passage down to my ankles, 'Face the door', he groaned as my vision filled him with unbridled passion, 'On your fucking knees', he said, then mother spoke up for the first time, not in my defence, but in her sadistic surrender of me, 'Let me see your cock as you hit her', she said as thickly as her last comment, I was not looking as I had turned to face the glass panelled door, I was dropping to my ...
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