Laker Girl 11

Amanda moaned as she spanked Tory, her cunt feeling hotter and more engorged with each slam of her palm. She stared down at Tory’s luscious nudity, delighting in how young and tender her flesh was—it looked like it was pleading to be toyed with. Amanda trembled all over with lust as she brought her hand down on Tory’s ass again, her free hand on Tory’s back, holding her down for more punishment.

There was a tingling heat mounting in the palm of her hand; Amanda felt the same heat in Tory’s ass when she spanked it. It was exhilarating, addictive, making her bring her hand down on Tory’s flesh all the quicker so she could feel more of that thrilling spark.

Tory sobbed and moaned, but with a kind of acceptance, or at least perverted enjoyment. She could tell that the more Amanda spanked her, the more turned on she was getting. They both were—her little cunt dripping with fresh juice. She might not be able to get fucked by Sam, but she groaned with desire at the thought of having Amanda sodomizing her instead.

The heat from her smacked ass ran into her pussy like water from an overflowing bowl. Tory was on fire there, in both her sex and her ass, all hot and wet as she lay submissively across her new mommy’s lap.

Amanda felt Tory’s sweet body melting and stopped the spanking, worrying they were both liking it too much, that she might actually go so far as to harm Tory in the name of prolonging this pleasurable high. Or at least ruin the punishment by getting Tory off.

But it was still just as good having Tory splayed over her lap. She was all feminine aroma and honeyed skin. Amanda would’ve been content to stay there with her, taking this sexual candy into her arms, happy never to move so long as this… bliss in human flesh was hers.

Amanda strained to cool her voice enough to hide the lust in it. “Alright, Sam—now you’ve seen that there are consequences for your actions. Go to your room and hit the books. Tory is going to stay right here with me, where I can keep an eye on her, so don’t even think of sneaking out to get more of this ass.”

“Yes, mom,” Sam said desultorily. “But if I get my homework done, and if Tory does her chores—“

“I said no Tory for the rest of the day and I meant it. You can play with her tomorrow, maybe, so if I were you, I’d get all my work out of the way so you can have her first thing in the morning. And the same goes for Tory.”

Sam gave Tory a heartbroken look—one that Tory was too flush with arousal to properly return. The blonde looked absolutely drunk on how Amanda had beaten her ass; only conscious enough to be anticipating Amanda following through on this sadistic foreplay.

“Let’s just get all this stuff done so we don’t have to worry about it, okay?” Sam said, almost mewling. But how could she be forceful when Amanda had just made Sam’s girlfriend into her bitch? “It’s almost evening now, so we can go to bed early and then wake up early and you can be my cock-holster again, ‘kay?”

Tory nodded absently. “Yeah… okay… sure…”

Amanda gave Tory’s ass a reassuring, soothing caress. “I’ll help you with your chores. It won’t take that long.”

It didn’t, as it turned out. Between the two of them, Tory’s maid duties were soon complete. But Amanda was firm that her punishment of Tory and Sam not seeing each other stood. Instead, she roped Tory into helping her clean out her closet.

Tory dutifully did whatever ‘mommy’ told her. It felt weird to her—she usually hated anyone telling her what to do—but it was so different with Amanda. Amanda wasn’t some petty tyrant. When she punished Tory, it was like she knew how good it felt… somehow made it feel good… the same way Sam had made Tory like being fucked in the ass.

“Okay, anything that looks like it hasn’t been worn in a while, goes in the giveaway box,” Amanda explained. “I think you’ve got a pretty good idea of what my fashion sense is these days, so look for what doesn’t fit and feel free to force me to make a case for it. If I really want it, back into the closet it goes. But rake me over the coals a little—I know you’re good at that.”

“Yes, mommy,” Tory grinned at her, liking the praise as much as she had the nasty punishment. The second word slipped out of her and if Amanda noticed, she didn’t say anything.

Amanda felt a little bad about forcing Tory into make-work. It was one of those things that, as a young woman (younger woman), she had sworn she would never make her kids do. But she felt it was good for Tory to take her mind off her punishment.

Anyway, it wasn’t strenuous work. She spent at least as much time reminiscing over her old clothes as she did actually boxing them up.

Then Tory came out of the walk-in closet wearing a tight-fitting white top. It swooped down one shoulder and over the half-exposed curve of the opposing breast. Her skirt was skintight, highlighting every slope of her generous ass with as much aplomb as the top showed off her chest.

Amanda gaped at her. “I haven’t worn that since I was in college,” she said, in lieu of admitting just how good Tory looked in it.

Tory giggled and did a spin for her, hands on her hips, her blonde hair bouncing about her shoulders. “You must’ve gotten laid like crazy.”

“Oh, I could’ve, but I didn’t,” Amanda assured her. “Quality, not quantity. I suppose you think you’re going to go out in public dressed like that?”

“Why not? These days, it’s just about modest.”

“Yeah, but you’re not.”

Amanda was teasing her, but there was a nervous truth to it. It felt almost too good to be true that such a gorgeous young woman had fallen in with her daughter. Sam was a very lucky girl. But Amanda wished her girlfriend wouldn’t dress so provocatively. It made it easy to get mixed up between what she had done to discipline Tory… and what might be done to satisfy her.

“You’re one to talk,” Tory retorted. “I admit it, I deserved to be punished with that spanking… but weren’t you a little disappointed it wasn’t Sam that needed a spanking?”

“Excuse me?” Amanda asked, feeling like she should cross her arms, put her hands on her hips, but she was too stunned to move.

“I mean, not that you’re a sadist or anything—I wouldn’t ever want Sam to get hurt. It’s great that she’s so well-behaved, because I couldn’t take going abstinent again… but she just has that nice, fat ass on her… I think it might be better than mine. I love the way she fucks my hole, but part of me wishes that it had turned out the other way and I got to be the one who ass-fucked her… that amazing ass she’s got on her… I guess that’s not an option for me, but for you… God, how lucky would Sam be to get sodomized the same way I did?”

Now Amanda did manage to fold her arms across her chest, her fingers tightening like vises into her biceps. “Sam’s my daughter. My daughter.”

“I know she is!” Tory told her. “Which sucks for her, because she has to miss out on how great it feels to be ass-fucked by you. But it means I get all of it: All your lust. All your punishment. I’m your bad girl… your naughty little whore… and you can give me all the fucking you can’t give her.”

“I don’t want to fuck her!” Amanda insisted. “I love Sam, she’s my daughter, I’m her mother…”

“You’re my mommy too,” Tory interrupted, turning around to face away from Amanda, looking over her shoulder at her so her Cheshire cat smile hung over her luscious ass, the abundant heft of her buttocks obvious even through her skirt. Tory had way more curves there than Amanda had ever had. The hem of the skirt was just about teasing the lowermost slopes of Tory’s buttocks. “I’m your good little girl, your bad little girl, whatever you want me to be. But whatever it is, I’m the only girl you fuck. Does that mean you like me better than her? Am I your favorite? Or do I just have your favorite hole?”

She pulled her skirt up over the twin ovals of her heart-shaped ass to show off that she wore only pantyhose under them. The sight of all that smooth, plentiful flesh underneath such slender covering made Amanda’s pussy twitch hungrily.

And why shouldn’t she give it what it wanted? What Tory wanted? The girl had nearly committed arson because Sam wasn’t yet a good enough mistress to handle her. Who was to say that her troublesome willfulness now—this sexual addiction she and Sam shared—wasn’t because Sam still couldn’t properly dom Tory? Maybe Amanda should step in again, giving Sam the help she needed to top Tory until Sam was good enough to satisfy her on her own.

Eyes narrowing, Amanda decided that more playing around, more teasing talk, was precisely what Tory didn’t need. The girl needed to know her place, and that was being a cockholster, no matter whether it was to mother or daughter. She shoved Tory onto the bed, not even thinking that she usually shared it with her husband, and pulled Tory’s pantyhose down to her knees.

“Oh shit, Mrs. LaRusso! You’re going to give me a run!” Tory cried, loving every minute of it.

With her stockings off, Tory covered her pussy with her hands. Her skirt stayed up around her waist and Amanda moaned aloud at the sight of her, bare from the waist down, obscenely exposed but teasingly covered. Maybe she should’ve gone easier on her daughter for being addicted to fucking this little slut.

“Turn over,” Amanda whispered to her, voice husky with desire. “If you’re going to act like a bitch, I’m going to fuck you like a bitch in heat!”

That was fine with Tory. She couldn’t imagine a position she wouldn’t love getting fucked in. Especially this one. Both of them knew that with Tory’s back to her, Amanda could more easily imagine her daughter in Tory’s place. Tory didn’t say so because she’d pushed her luck far enough and didn’t want to go so far as to deprive herself of her oncoming sexual satisfaction, while Amanda couldn’t bear to admit it.

It’s just the best way to fuck her, she told herself. I’m not going to think of Sam. I’m just going to give this whore the fuck of her life. And I would never do that to Sam, she’s a good girl, she’s my daughter, she doesn’t deserve—or does she? Oh God…

Amanda almost wished she could stop and sort out her roiling feelings, but she was too turned on. She needed to fuck Tory and Tory definitely needed to be dominated before she spewed anymore nonsense about Amanda wanting to fuck her daughter, her daughter’s big succulent ass…

Tory twisted around, turning her luscious ass towards Amanda. She rested her head in the center of the sagging bed, imagining she could smell the body scent of her older lover from so many nights spent on that mattress, and reached back between her thighs to open her slit. Her other hand went around her waist, fingers digging into an ample cheek and pulling it aside to display her asshole the same way. Tory couldn’t make it more obvious—her holes were Amanda’s, to do as she liked, and the blonde practically writhed as she waited on all fours for her mommy to take what was offered to her.