Rape Stories

Warning!

Their Mother, Their Slave 

by Master of female slaves

NOTE: This is PURELY fantasy. I IN NO WAY advocate incest!

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Loretta was a good looking blond of 38 who was often taken for someone a good ten years younger. As she looked at herself in the mirror, naked except for a dog collar and leash around her throat, she checked her body over one last time. Her 17 year old daughter, Angela, was a stickler for neatness and demanded that everything be perfect whenever she came home from school every afternoon. Her son, 18 year old Robert, wasn’t as finicky about the house but, whenever his sister made any sort of negative report to him concerning their mother, Loretta was made to suffer greatly.

Loretta had been a slave to her children for nearly a year now. It had all started that horrible summer day when Robert, temporarily laid up with a football injury, had been unable to mow the lawn one Saturday. Loretta had hired a local 14 year old to do it. It was a hot day and, when he was finished, she had invited him in and offered him a cool drink. As he sat there sipping it she looked at his young, muscular physique. His shirt was off and he glistened with sweat. Loretta felt herself getting wet between the legs. ---- She had also had one too many glasses of wine! Her judgment was greatly impaired. Robert and Angela were not home. She was alone in the house with the boy. One thing had led to another and, before she knew it, the two of them were naked and on the floor. Her husband had died several years earlier and her life had been mostly celibate since. The boy rode her good and left her panting and TOTALLY satisfied.

After it was over however, she realized what a terrible mistake she had made, paid the boy twice what he had asked for mowing the lawn, and begged him not to tell anyone about what had happened. He agreed and kept his promise.

Unfortunately, unbeknownst to her, her two offspring had come home and seen their mother copulating on the kitchen floor. Realizing that neither their mother nor the boy knew they were there, her son hatched a plot. He told his sister to quietly go and get the camcorder then they had secretly recorded the entire tryst. Following that they quietly slipped back out only to make another entrance about 30 minutes later. Nothing was said until after dinner when Robert said, “Hey Mom, I’ve got something to show you.” Completely unsuspecting, Loretta accompanied him and his sister to the living room where he popped the tape into the VCR. As soon as it started Loretta turned ashen, her knees turned to rubber, and she had had to sit down in order to keep from collapsing.

“I---I ---!” she stammered “I mean this isn’t what ----!”

“Hey Mom,” Robert interrupted. “It’s okay. We understand. Dad’s gone and you’ve been doing without a long time. You couldn’t help yourself.”

“Doing it with a minor wasn’t too smart though,” Angela put in.

“Now I’ve got to agree with that,” her brother went on. “That could get you in a lot of trouble, jail even.”

“Wh-why did you tape it?” the trapped mother asked.

“Like I said,” Robert answered. “We won’t tell anyone.”

“IF,” Angela qualified. “You behave yourself!”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“Well Mom,” Robert went on. “We talked it over and decided that some changes need to be made around here.”

“Changes?”

He nodded. “Yep. From now on, I will be calling all the shots. Angela will do whatever I say and you will do whatever either of us say, 24 / 7. In other words, Mom, you just became our slave.”

“That’s ridicules!” she protested. “I’m your MOTHER!”

“Now,” Angela retorted. “You are our SLAVE mother.”

“It’s out of the question!”

“Too bad,” Robert replied. Then, to Angela, “Come on, Sis, let’s take a drive down to the police station.”

He and his sister got up and headed for the door. Loretta sat there staring at both of them then, just as Robert reached for the knob, blurted, “Wait! Please!”

They turned and looked at her. There was a long silence then, hanging her head, their mother murmured, “A-all right.”

From that day on she had been the dutiful, obedient slave to her son and daughter, addressing them as “Master” and “Mistress” and being at their beck and call every minute of the night and day. They forbade her to wear clothing whenever she was home and, since the life insurance and other assets her husband had left her were enough that she didn’t have to work and since she was permitted to leave the house only when accompanied by one of her children, that was most of the time. All housework was her responsibility and neither of them ever had to get up and get anything for themselves.

Robert punished her whenever he felt like it. Technically, according to the rules her son had set down for the entire household, Angela could only punish her mother when Loretta consented to it but, if she didn’t, Angela just turned her over to Robert whose punishments were always more severe than were his sister’s (not only because he was bigger and stronger and could hit much harder but because the was much more wickedly imaginative).

They also used her sexually whenever they felt like it. Robert had fucked her in every hole more often than most street whores get it and she was required to share his bed with him every night (fortunately she had had her tubes tied after Angela’s birth). Angela, being bi, had also had her mother’s face between her legs on numerous occasions.

Now she stood by the door as she was required to do whenever Angela returned home from school (Robert had an after school job and would not be home until later.). The girl walked in and, without saying anything to her naked and collared mother, handed her her books. Loretta silently sat them down. The girl snapped her fingers and began walking around the house with Loretta following silently and meekly behind her. All of a sudden she stopped and squatted down inspecting the upstairs hallway carpet. A hard knot of fear gripped Loretta’s stomach. Reaching down, her daughter picked something up and held it in front of the woman’s face demanding, “What is this?”

“I-it l-looks like l-lent, Mistress,” she replied. “I-I’m sorry. I thought I had ----!”

SMACK! The girl slapped her face and growled, “It isn’t your job to think, bitch. It was your job to CLEAN. That means you don’t miss ANYTHING! Am I making myself very clear?”

“Y-yes Mistress.”

“From now on,” Angela went on. “If vacuuming won’t do the trick, you get down on your hands and knees and crawl over every inch of carpet picking everything from between the strands with your fingers. Is that simple enough for your pea brain to understand?”

“Y-yes M-Mistress,” Loretta answered beginning to tremble. God, how she hated it when her daughter went on one of these tirades! Her son was mean and cruel but he seldom shouted and made her cringe the way her daughter did.

“Are you ready to accept punishment?” Angela queried. “Or do I want until Robert gets home and ask him to do it.”

“No Mistress,” her mother replied. “That won’t be necessary. I will submit to your punishment.”

“Then get your ass down in the basement and get across the whipping rack. I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Y-yes Mistress!”

Lord but how she hated that awful contraption! The basement had been converted into a torture / punishment chamber by her son and it was full of evil instruments of pain. The whipping rack, however, was the worst. It was a frame-like thing across which she would lie face down, her knees on the floor at one end and her arms draped over the other. There were straps on each of the four legs so that her wrists and thighs could be secured. There were also two large holes through which each of her large breasts hung. Beneath them were two ropes wound around a crank with a nipple clamp on the end of each. Loretta obediently took her position on the rack and her daughter arrived a moment later taking a whip from a rack on the wall. After strapping her mother down she then reached underneath her and applied a clamp to each nipple, tightening them down until the woman whimpered. Finally she reached down and turned the crank a notch or two stretching the breasts painfully.

“You know the routine,” she told her mother as she raised the whip into the air.

SMACK! It came down on her bare back just below her shoulder blades causing her to cry out and jump reflexively. That, in turn, caused a sharp tug on her already stretched nipples, accentuating her agony.

“Th-thank you M-Mistress!” she sobbed dutifully.

SMACK! Another blow across her bare ass with the same after effect.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

After each blow poor Loretta was required to thank her daughter. Finally, the girl paused for a moment but her mother knew it was not over. Reaching down, Angela tightened the ropes at the ends of her mother’s nipples a few more notches. The woman howled and sobbed in helpless anguish.

Then the whipping resumed!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Finally it ended. Loretta was unfastened and made to stand with her head bowed in front of her daughter, her back and ass afire and crisscrossed with angry red welts and her breasts throbbing, the nipples swollen and red.

“Am I going to come home and find lint ever again?” the girl asked.

“No Mistress!” she promised. “I swear it!”

Angela reached out and stroked the hair of the mother she had just whipped. “Did you miss me, Mom?” she then asked sweetly.

“Yes Mistress,” Loretta answered. She knew better than to say otherwise.

“That’s a sweet mom,” her daughter replied. “Get down on your knees and show me just how MUCH you are glad I’m home.”

Silently Loretta sank to her knees. Then she removed the jeans and panties her daughter was wearing and, as the girl spread her young legs slightly, her mother put her face between them and began lapping away at her young womanhood.

“Deeper Mom,” Angela demanded. “You know how I like it. Really STRETCH that tongue.”

Loretta obediently probed deeper into her daughter’s dripping cavity, inhaling her feminine scent deep into her nostrils as she did. She reflected upon how revolted she had been the first time the girl had demanded such service. The idea of doing it with another female was repulsive enough but her own DAUGHTER! She begged and pleaded that she not be made to do it. She even briefly (VERY briefly!) thought of refusing but a single slap across the mouth by Robert had been enough to instantly quash that idea. In the end, she had surrendered to the inevitable and performed the demanded service.

What a contrast to today. How deeply she had been taken down the road to depravity. Now, she no longer thought of the repugnance of the act. Her only concern was to please her daughter well enough that the girl did not punish her further.

Finally Angela arched her back in the familiar way, grabbed her mother by the hair, pressing her face even more tightly against her little, furry mound, and erupted in one of her typically powerful orgasms.

After getting dressed, Angela told her mother, “I’m going to watch TV for a minute. Go bring me a coke then run a bath for me.”

“Yes Mistress,” Loretta replied meekly as she hurried to obey. She did not attempt to wipe the wet pussy juices from her face. Angela did not permit it. She required that it be left to air dry.

Loretta dutifully delivered the soft drink to her daughter, drew the bath (which had to be just the right temperature. More than once she had been slapped or back handed because it had been too hot or not hot enough), returned to tell Angela, said, “Mistress, your bath is ready,” then accompanied her daughter to the bathroom to bathe her, dry her, powder her, and dress her in a fresh pair of shorts and a top. At home, the girl preferred to wear no bra or panties. Her breasts were nearly as large as her mother’s.

When all this was done Loretta asked, “Mistress, may I begin dinner now? Master will be home soon.”

Angela nodded and her mother replied, “Thank you Mistress.”

It was awhile later when Robert arrived home. As required, Loretta was standing at the door to greet him just as she had her sister. He handed her his schoolbooks and said, “I’ve got a lot of homework so you had better get started on it right after you clean up from dinner. I feel like fucking tonight and don’t want you getting to bed late.”

“Yes Master.”

“Hey,” Angela complained. “How about me?”

“Sorry Sis,” he grinned. “But after doing Mom I’ll probably be way too tired.”

“Smart ass!” she retorted. “I meant how about my homework. When is she going to do it?”

“How much you got?”

“At least three hours worth.”

“She’ll get up three hours early in the morning,” he replied settling the matter. “How have things gone?”

Angela related the incident with the lint while Loretta stood there with her head hung. When the girl was finished, her brother glowered at their mother and asked, “Is that true? Did you leave this place looking like a pig sty when you know it’s your job to keep it clean and neat?”

“I-I’m sorry Master!” she whimpered. “It won’t ever happen again. I PROMISE! I’ve already been punished for it. PLEASE don’t punish me again!”

“Is dinner ready?” he asked.

“Yes Master,” she replied. “We were just waiting on you.”

“Come on Sis,” he said to his sister.

She followed Robert into the kitchen and sat at opposite sides of the table. Their mother stood by in the corner of the room ready to serve any desire. She was not permitted to eat with them. If the food and the service rendered by her were satisfactory, they would let her eat her dinner sitting on the kitchen floor. If not, she would go hungry that night.

Throughout the dinner Loretta faithfully served her children. It was Robert’s standing order that she must never let a particular item on either plate run completely out or any glass ever become completely empty until told that the person was finished. She was not to have to be told, she was just expected to watch and replace food and drink as needed. When the meal was finished her son told her, “You get 10 minutes in which to eat then I want this kitchen cleaned up and you started on my homework.”

“Yes Master,” Loretta replied as she dished herself a plate of food, poured herself a glass of water (all she was ever permitted to drink without special permission), and sat down on the floor to quickly consume it. After she had eaten, she quickly took care of the dishes and kitchen and got to work on her son’s homework while he and his sister relaxed in front of the TV. Robert was a high school senior and it had been years since Loretta had been in school so she had forgotten a lot from her own high school and college days. That was never accepted as an excuse from either of her kids, though. If they ever got a bad grade on a homework assignment, they put her through hell. She was required to do all their homework and do it well. The only time they ever cracked a book at night was when they were studying for a test.

After awhile Robert got bored with the TV and went online. The computer had been his mother’s and, in times past, she had only allowed either him or his sister to use it under her supervision. Immediately upon being enslaved by them, however, Robert took it over and banned their mother from it.

“Hey Sis,” Loretta heard her son call his sister. “Come look at this.”

“Cool!” she remarked after coming and looking over his shoulder. “I’ll bet being hung up like that really hurts!”

“Yeah,” her brother agreed. “Hey, think we ought to get Mom’s nipples pierced and put rings in them?”

Loretta felt that old knot of apprehension form in the pit of her stomach.

“Might be a good idea,” the girl agreed. “I’ll bet being hung up by them so that she has to stand on her tiptoes would be a LOT more effective punishment than the whipping rack.”

“Yeah, and think how much fun it would be to make her crawl around on all fours with weights hung on them.”

“Awesome!”

A tear ran down Loretta’s cheek. That stupid moment with the 14 year old had not only resulted in her being enslaved, it had also resulted in her two children turning into cruel young monsters at whose complete mercy she was.

After homework was done, Robert mad e his mother get in the shower with him and see to showering and drying him. His cock was already starting to get hard so she knew what was in store for him. Then he gave his mother a few minutes in which to get cleaned up, ordering her to take special care in washing her behind. “I feel like giving it to you up the ass tonight and if you get any shit on my cock, you’ll be licking it off.”

In a short while Loretta climbed into bed with her son. She got on all fours without having to be told to do so and he said nothing as he knelt behind her. The ass fuckings he gave her were always the worst of all the ways he banged her. He seldom bothered to use any lubricant and it always hurt like hell (In the beginning it had felt like he was tearing her apart but after awhile, as her rectum became stretched from frequent use, it became bearable. It was still an agonizing ordeal however). Tonight she knew it was going to be especially so due to the whipping Angela had given her earlier. In his usual fashion, Robert spread his mother’s ass cheeks then PLUNGED into her. Loretta bit her lip in order to keep from crying out. Cries of pain annoyed him and usually resulted in him slapping her ass or cuffing her across the back of the head. As usual, once he was inside and banging his mother, Robert grabbed two fistfuls of her long blond hair, using them as reins as he thrust in and out and wrenching her head back painfully. Finally he shot his load and pulled out (using no more gentleness than he had going in!). Without having to be told, Loretta knew that it was now her duty to lick his cock clean. Fortunately, because of her thorough cleaning of her bunghole, there was no fecal material on it, just cum. When she was finished, Robert said, “Better try to get some sleep, Mom. You have to be up by 3 to do Angela’s homework.”

“Yes Master.”

“Just be careful when you do get up not to wake me. If you do, I’ll beat your ass.”

“Yes Master.”

Loretta was hoping to get at least a few hours sleep but after she had been asleep only a short while her son slapped her hard on the ass as she lay on her stomach and commanded, “Turn over, I feel like fucking again.”

As always, his mother obeyed. Though still groggy from sleep, the woman knew what was expected of her. Robert was never satisfied with her just lying there and taking it. He required her to actively participate. She gyrated her hips so that she matched his thrusts with those of her own. She kissed him and stroked his head and shoulders.

“I’m the best you ever had, aren’t I Mom?” Robert asked.

Loretta knew what she was expected to say. Remaining silent or contradicting him were not options open to her. “Yes Master,” she dutifully replied. “You are the best I ever had.”

“Dad was just a weak dicked faggot compared to me, wasn’t he?”

God, how she hated being forced to verbally denigrate her late husband who had always treated her with kindness and respect. “Yes Master, your father was a weak dicked faggot compared to you.”

Finally, after banging his mother for what seemed to her forever, Robert reached his zenith and pumped his seed deep within her. Afterward there was the obligatory oral cleaning of his manhood. Then Loretta was looking forward to going back to sleep for another hour but her son told her, “It’s already two. Go ahead and get your ass up and get started on Angela’s homework. She said she had three hours worth but, for a dumb ass like you, it will probably take longer.”

“Yes Master,” she murmured as she hauled her weary self out of bed.

Loretta finished her daughter’s homework then began her morning routine. She bathed and brushed her hair then it was time to awaken her children in the manner they had long ago dictated. Angela was always first. Robert preferred to sleep until the last possible minute. Going into her daughter’s room she gently pulled back the covers. As always, the girl was on her back, nude. Loretta knew that the morning wake up sex could not be just the sort of quick cunt licking she had given her the afternoon before. It had to be a complete act of girl on girl sex. Bending down, she kissed her gently on the lips. Then she lowered her mouth to one of Angela’s young breasts and, filling her mouth with it, began to suck and lick. Angela began to stir just as Loretta moved to the other breast. Patting her head, Angela said, “You’re such a good little tit sucker Mom.” Loretta kissed and licked her way down her daughter’s taught abdomen and, as she neared the bottom, the girl accommodatingly spread her slender legs. Her mother’s face was soon buried in her groin as she lapped at her snatch, reaching up and playing with her breasts and nipples with her hands.

“Mmmm!” Angela purred as she arched her back so as to press her cunt harder against Loretta’s tantalizing tongue. In a few minutes she had her morning wake up orgasm. When it was done she told her mother, “Go wake up Robert now.”

“Yes Mistress,” she replied.

Her son was sleeping on his stomach and waking him to ask him to turn over so that his mother could get to his cock with her mouth was strictly forbidden so she did what she always did in this situation, she began kissing and licking his tight, muscular ass. She buried her face in the crack and snaked her tongue down into his rectum. When he was awake enough to realize what was going on, he turned over onto his back and let her finish up on his cock. Once she had serviced him and licked him clean it was time to prepare her children’s breakfast. She wasn’t permitted any breakfast, cum and pussy juice was considered breakfast enough for her.

Just before they both left for school Angela told her, “I had better not come home and find this place the kind of dump it was yesterday.”

“You won’t Mistress,” her mother replied. “I promise.”

“If she does,” Robert put in. “You and I are going to have a little one-on-one session down in the basement.”

“Y-Yes Master!”

Loretta worked all that day, not even stopping for lunch, eating an apple as she cleaned. After vacuuming, she indeed did crawl around on her hands and knees examining every strand of carpet and extracting whatever the vacuum had missed with her fingers.

That was Friday and Robert was off from his after school job on Fridays and Saturdays so both he and his sister walked through the door together. After Loretta had taken the books and put them away, Angela snapped her fingers and her mother meekly followed behind her as she inspected every room. When she was done she just stood there in silence enjoying the apprehension and fear in her mother’s face. Finally she said, “It is satisfactory. See that you keep it that way.”

“Yes Mistress,” Loretta said as she sighed with relief. “Thank you Mistress.”

“Go get my bath ready.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Not tonight,” Robert put in. “You’ll have to do it yourself. I’ve got something else for her to do.”

“Dammit Robert,” Angela complained. “It’s a pain in the ass having to bathe and dress myself!”

“Keep talking back to me,” her brother warned. “And I’ll take you down in the basement and give you a REAL pain in the ass.”

His sister’s demeanor changed instantly. “I’m sorry. I was only kidding. I’ll go start the water running right now.”

Robert turned to his mother. “Go get me a beer and meet me in the living room, I’m going to let you take a cock ride.”

“Yes Master.” Then she went to get her under age son one of the beers with which she was required to keep the refrigerator stocked for him. When she joined him in the living room he was seated on the sofa, his cock out and rigid, pointed upward. Wordlessly, his mother handed him the beer then straddled his lap and began sliding up and down his pole while he relaxed, sipped his beer, and let her do all the work.

SMACK! Without warning Robert slapped her.

“You’re supposed to be riding that cock, not just sitting in my lap,” he complained to his mother. “You’d better start moving your lazy ass and do some serious bouncing or we’re going to take a trip down to the basement!”

“Yes Master!” she replied as she speeded up the tempo of the fucking considerably. “I’m sorry Master!”

As she humped his pole at a tempo which soon had her sweating and panting, Robert sat his beer down and, reaching up, began pinching, twisting, squeezing, and pulling Loretta’s large breasts. Her son was never satisfied with just playing with them, he had to make it hurt. Inflicting pain on her was almost as much a turn on for him as dominating or fucking her. She clenched her teeth and endured the agony in silence.

As Loretta continued to ride her son’s hungry cock, Angela walked into the room dressed in a bathrobe, having just finished her bath. Silently, she sat down and began watching the show. The more she did, the hotter she became. Before long, she had her robe up and her panties off rubbing her crotch. When finally her brother had shot his load, she asked, “Are you done with her?” He nodded. “Can I have her now?” she asked.

“Soon as she cleans me up and gets me another beer,” he replied.

“Do it,” she ordered her mother. “Then crawl over here and get started on me.”

“Yes Mistress,” Loretta replied as she got off Robert’s lap and knelt down to lick him clean.

“God!” Angela complained after a few seconds. She now had her free hand inside her robe playing with a breast while the other one continued to work her cunt. “Can you work any slower? SPEED IT UP!”

Loretta began licking faster then, when she was done she fetched her son a second beer and started to walk to her daughter.

“You stupid bitch!” the girl shouted. “Learn to pay attention. I said CRAWL!”

Instantly Loretta dropped to her hands and knees and proceeded on all fours.

“Never mind kissing or tit sucking or any of the preliminary bullshit,” she said. “I’m too hot for that. Just dive in and start licking.”

Loretta obeyed and, as worked up as the girl was, it only took a few minutes of vigorous cunt licking for her mother to bring her to orgasm. When she was done, Angela said to her brother, “You know, Robert, this bitch is getting a little lazy and inattentive. I think she needs a trip to the basement, don’t you?”

“Couldn’t agree more,” he said. “Besides, I need to see if the probe battery is good and charged.”

“OOOOOHHHH!” Angela cooed. “That’s my favorite!”

Loretta’s face suddenly lost all its color. Crawling over to her son, she kissed his feet then, kneeling in front of him, begged, “Please Master! Please don’t do that! Whip me until I’m raw if you want! Beat me senseless! But PLEASE don’t strap the probes on me! PLEASE DON’T!”

“Get your ass down in the basement,” he replied, completely unmoved by her pleas. “Or I’ll drag you down there by the hair and, if I have to do that, you’ll spend twice the time in them then I have planned now.”

Beginning to sob and tremble, Loretta made her way to the basement with her son and daughter close behind her.

Once in the basement Loretta was strapped by her wrists and ankles upright to a wooden frame in a spread eagle position.

“Oh please, Master!” she continued to beg her son. “In the name of God, don’t do this! i’ll never be lazy or slow or fail to pay attention ever again, i SWEAR it! PLEASE DON’T!”

Angela fastened a belt around her waist. From the back of it hung a strap with two long, copper probes on it. The girl pulled the strap between her mother’s legs, inserting the probes into her cunt and rectum as she did, then fastened the loose end to the belt in front. On the end of each probe was a cable leading to a box containing several batteries. There was a dial on the top of the box. There were also two more cables attached to the box with clips on the ends. These Angela fastened to Loretta’s nipples.

“Master!” their mother continued to plead. “Please don’t!”

But the boy ignored her pleas. “Give her just a little tickle,” he told his sister. “Just enough to get her attention.”

The girl moved the dial slightly to the right.

“AAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHAAAAADDDDDDD!” the captive woman screamed as her body jerked and convulsed as the electricity shot through it. After letting her dance helplessly on the frame to which she was strapped for a few seconds, Angela turned the dial back to the left shutting off the current. Her mother slumped limply on the rack, panting, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Robert took hold of her chin and raised her face. “Have you learned your lesson?” he asked.

“Y-yes M-master!” Loretta blubbered. “OH YES!”

“I believe you,” he replied. “But I think you need a little something to keep you from forgetting it.” Turning to Angela he said, “Again, this time a bit stronger.”

“UUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHH!” Loretta cried out as, once again, her daughter shocked her, this time longer and with higher voltage. When the current was turned off this time the woman was released from the probes, clips, and straps. She immediately dropped to her hands and knees and crawled to her son, kissing his feet and thanking him profusely for ending her punishment.

“Get your lazy ass in the kitchen and get dinner ready and it had better be good and ready pretty damned quick if you don’t want to be brought back down here.”

“Yes Master! Thank you Master!”

Loretta was on her very best behavior the rest of the evening, terrified of being taken back down to the basement. After dinner she was given a few table scraps and only five minutes in which to consume them but she wolfed them down and blubbered forth her profuse gratitude to her children.

“Hey sis,” Robert said to Angela after their mother had finished the kitchen clean up and joined them in the living room. “How come you don’t have a date tonight?”

“Frank had to work tonight,” she replied referring to her boyfriend. “We’re going out tomorrow. How about you?”

“Same here,” he answered. “Janet has to work too.”

“Say,” Angela said. “I’ve got an idea.” With that she whispered something in his ear.

“Yeah,” he said smiling. “That ought to be a gas!”

With that, he got up and left the room. A few moments later he returned with Ruff, their large male retriever on a leash. “Mom,” he commanded. “Get over here.”

Loretta obeyed and immediately the dog began sniffing around her pussy. Reflexively, she tried to push him away and cover herself but her son shook his head and said, “UH-uh. Hands behind your back and open your legs.”

“M-Master?” she asked in shock. “You can’t really ----!”

SMACK! He slapped her across the mouth then grabbed her by the hair and wrenched her head back, “Bitch! Don’t you EVER tell Me what I can or can’t do! That’s what I tell you! Now do as you were told or it’s back down in the basement you go!”

Beginning to tremble, Loretta placed her hands behind her back and moved her feet apart as her son let go of her hair. The dog immediately resumed his sniffing. The woman whimpered as she felt his cold, wet nose rubbing against her most feminine area.

“Awesome!” Angela remarked. “He really wants it. His cock is already up and ready!”

“Down on all fours Mom,” Robert commanded.

She couldn’t believe she was being forced to do this but she also knew that she dare not protest. She assumed the required position and shuddered as she felt the canine nose thrust between her legs to be followed shortly there after by his wet, slobbering tongue lapping at her cunt. Finally, the animal mounted her from behind, his dog cock being thrust inside her and the nails of his front paws digging into the tender flesh of her bare back. She sobbed and wept as he humped her as he would any other bitch as his slobber dripped onto her neck and his rancid dog breath swept over her. Finally, he pumped his dog cum into her and dismounted.

“That was great!” remarked Angela.

“Hey Mom,” Robert said. “From now on, any time Ruff comes sniffing around you, you get down on your hands and knees and give him what he wants, you got that?”

“Y-yes M-Master!” she sobbed. She had just been reduced to what had to be the lowest level a human being could occupy. Not only was she a slave to her own children, she was now slave to an animal as well!

That night Angela convinced Robert to let her have their mother in her bed. As both naked females lay there together the girl asked Loretta, "Mom, you remember when I was little and you used to take away toys I left out for a week at a time?"

"Y-yes m-mistress." she replied tremulously.

"Well," her daughter continued. "I didn't like that. I also didn't like it the time you discovered myself and Frank making out and grounded me for a month. You didn't even let Me talk to him on the phone. Do you remember that?"

"Y-yes m-mistress. I'm sorry! Please don't punish Me!"

Angela moved her mother's hand to her groin and the woman dutifuly began stroking her wet slit.

"Mommy," the girl began. "When I get pissed off I don't get over it until I get even."

"P-please!" her mother pleaded. "Please don't hurt me, mistress!"

"You know," Angela went on. "In another year, Robert will be gone off to college. It will just be you and Me here then. Do you realize how many things I want to do to you that he won't let me now?"

"P-please mistress!" Loretta continued to plead. "Please let me make you feel good! PLEASE stop being angry!"

"I think that after he leaves," Angela went on. "I might just turn you into a money making little cunt. I'm thinking of renting your ass out on the street and anytime you don't make enough, we take a little trip down to the basement. Now I think I'd like to be done by a good little mommy slave."

"Y-yes mistress!" Loretta murmured as she passionately kissed her daughter then lowered her mouth to one of her young breasts.

The following morning Loretta was again dog fucked then commanded by her son to get dressed. The three of them drove to the local mall where Robert told his sister, " I liked you plan to turn mom into a whore. Wait here."

With that he shoved his mother into the men's room and shoved her down onto her knees and told everyone, "Anybody want this cunt to suck his cock? Five bucks a pop!