Catching Mommy: Housewife Lesbians

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Olivia: Excellent. You did good my slut. I will reward you tomorrow afternoon.

I instantly wondered what the reward would be, briefly forgetting I was not the submissive in this conversation and that I was just pretending to be my mom.

Sarah: How so?

Olivia: Don’t ask questions, cunt. Just be home at 2:00.

Sarah: Yes, Mistress.

A chill went up my spine as I pondered what she had planned for my mom next.

Olivia: I will have Katrina drop off a cheerleading outfit tomorrow morning. I expect you in it when I arrive, with pantyhose with the crotch open for easy access to your two fuck-holes.

Sarah: Yes, Mistress.

Her demands were turning me on and I without realizing it I kept thinking of myself as the sub in this devious twisted little game of hers.

Olivia: See you tomorrow afternoon…I need to go and plan the final seduction of your whore of a daughter.

Sarah: I will be here ready for you, Mistress.

She didn’t respond and I was surprised as I waited for a response how disappointed I was by no more words from her. I shook my head frustrated that I had been pulled into her web of submission and grabbed my mother’s head and began rubbing my wet, needy cunt up and down. It didn’t take long for my orgasm to hit, but it came as a shock to me when my orgasm peaked that it was Olivia’s smiling face that I saw.

Once my orgasm was done, I let go of my mother and said, snidely, “You better read your conversation I just had with your Mistress as she has big plans for you tomorrow.”

I stood up and walked out of her room, leaving her face shiny with my cum. I peeked into her room a minute later and as expected she was reading the conversation. I understood now that Mom was in way deeper than I thought and it was up to me to save her before she ruined her career and her life.

…..

The next morning, I woke up to find Mom had already left for work, to avoid the awkward day after tension. I headed to school and was not surprised to find a smiling Olivia waiting for me by my locker, the only surprise was she was alone.

“Good morning, Victoria,” she greeted, her voice so cheery it made me want to punch her in the face.

“Hi, Satan,” I quipped back.

“Now is that any way to greet someone,” she smiled, moving in front of me. “Especially someone you have a crush on.”

“Excuse me?” I questioned, surprised she used this knowledge now, and not when she was with her dimwit posse.

Leaning in towards me she whispered in my ear, her hot breath making my pussy unwillingly tingle, “I know you are a cunt-muncher, and I know you have a crush on me.”

“T-t-that is ludicrous,” I stammered, suddenly feeling weak at the knees even as I tried to be strong.

“I-I-is that so,” she mocked me as she moved away from my ear.

“You are delusional,” I retorted. “Just because the whole school falls on their knees to worship you doesn’t mean I do.” As soon as I said it I realized the unintentional sexual implication of my words.

“Interesting visual,” she smiled as she turned and walked away, leaving me rattled, my pussy wet and confused by my weakness around her.

Frustrated and horny, I slipped in the bathroom and to an open stall at the end. Lifting my skirt up, I slid my panties down and began to pleasure myself knowing I would be distracted until I came and I needed to be focused if I was to beat the devious bitch.

I had barely begun pleasuring myself when others entered the bathroom. I froze knowing that being caught masturbating was social suicide. I lifted myself up so my feet were not showing and after a few seconds I heard the voice of Becka, the senior class genius and the first girl to befriend me when I moved here say, “We are alone, Mistress.”

The word ‘Mistress’ surprised me, but the voice that followed didn’t. “Excellent! We only have a few minutes slut, so go put the sign out and get back in here.”

“Of course, Mistress,” Becka said.

I heard Olivia’s heels click-clack to the stall beside me. A moment later, Becka returned and joined her in the stall. I reached for my phone and pressed record hoping to add another piece of blackmail to my arsenal of weapons to use against Olivia.

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