Author: DrMom - sonofkr@yahoo.com
Title: Karen is Willing - Part 2
Keywords: FF FFgb ped voy sub dom caution
Summary: Karen, a mother of two, finding herself 
in dire straights has moved in w an old friend who 
is now a madame for the DC elite. In part 2 Rachel
is setting rules and pushing limits with her new
lesbian toy...er...lover.

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Having Karen around was a delight. She cooked and 
cleaned and learned to eat pussy like a pro. Her 
children were also delightful. They were well 
mannered and beautiful. Rachel loved to buy them 
clothes and play dress-up with them.

She bought Kara little short dresses and skirts, 
lacy panties and bras, thongs and lingerie from 
the Ukraine where her size was made. Karen 
objected when she saw her 8 year old daughter in 
skimpy lingerie but Rachel just wrote her another 
check, told her it was fine, and Karen withdrew 
her objection. Soon she was clapping at the mini 
fashion show as Kara tried on her new outfits for 
her mother and brother.

Karen was turning out much more submissive and 
eager to please than Rachel had imagined. This 
encouraged Rachel to test her limits. Every day 
she pushed a little further.

The first Friday after Karen and the children 
moved in, Rachel hired a sitter and took Karen 
out to eat. Karen had been shopping earlier and 
wore a new short black silk and lace halter dress 
that showed off her legs and generous cleavage. 
It was also loose enough to feel daring when the 
wind caught the skirt.

Rachel wore a tight pair of black slacks and a 
matching sleeveless vest with a plunging neckline 
and lace back that would have been indecent on 
Karen. It gave her smaller breasts decent 
coverage though it did show sides and inner.

At seven on the dot, the driver arrived. Rachel 
and Karen greeted the driver, got in the back and 
started making out immediately.

"You look so fucking sexy tonight," Rachel said, 
squeezing a big lace covered tit. "I could fuck 
you right now."

Rachel slid a hand under Karen's skirt to her hot 
pussy. Karen moaned, "Maybe we should wait..."

"I don't want to fucking wait," She gripped the 
hem of Karen's panties and pulled them down to 
mid thigh. "I wanna fingerbang your slutty little 
cunt. Would you like that? Your pretty pussy 
fucked right here in this car?"

"Yes!" Karen moaned as a finger slid up and down 
her wet slit. "Fuck me like a slut right here."

Rachel obliged and soon Karen was whimpering her 
way to an uncontrollable orgasm. The driver 
stayed safe but Rachel saw his eyes in the 
rearview mirror the couple times she glanced up. 
They had been kissing but when Karen started to 
cum Rachel pulled back and whimpers turned to 
cries. Juices ran over her knuckles and soaked 
the back of Karen's skirt and the leather seat. 
Rachel's hand made lewd sounds as she 
fingerfucked the overflowing cunt.

"You like that, slut?"

"Yes!" Karen cried.
 
They kissed and Karen licked Rachel's fingers 
clean. They finished as they arrived at their 
destination and Rachel turned to the driver.

"Was that a sufficent tip?" He nodded but she was 
already grabbing her clutch and stepping out. She 
held Karen's hand as she helped her out. Karen 
looked around and started to pull her panties up. 
"Drop them on the sidewalk."

"O...okay," Karen pushed them back down and let 
them fall down her legs. They caught on her heels 
and she had to step out of them.

"Now pick them up and put them in your purse." 
Karen obeyed.

"The back of my skirt is wet." Karen looked 
anxious.

"It doesn't matter." Rachel ran a hand over the 
ass of her skirt, feeling the cooling cunt 
juices, "Just don't sit on it in the restaurant 
and you'll be fine."

---

Walls of modesty began to crumble. Rachel told 
Karen that she preferred to wear panties around 
the house and would continue to do so, regardless 
of the children's presence. Karen just thought 
about all the nice clothes Rachel was buying her 
and decided house rules could be her rules too.

The kids got into it and a common sight became 
the entire family in panties and underwear 
watching tv or eating dinner or sitting on the 
deck.

Rachel told Karen she did not believe in locked 
doors. Bed and Bathroom doors rarely closed. She 
had squat toilets and it became common to walk by 
one and see Tommy or Kara squatting down taking a 
piss. Or for the children to walk by and see 
mommy taking a shower, soaping her large breasts, 
rubbing her pussy or asshole with the shower 
puff. Or to see Rachel and Karen showering 
together. 

Walls of socially constructed gender fell. When 
one day Tommy tried on a pair of his sister's 
silk panties and came into the living room, his 
little cock bulging under the shiny material only 
a bit, Karen started telling him to change but 
Rachel spoke up, "Let him wear whatever he likes. 
I think he looks cute. If he's comfortable, you 
should be too."

Karen looked at her and Rachel nodded. She meant 
it. Rachel knew Karen. Karen only really cared 
because of appearances, what people might think, 
but if Rachel said it was okay... Soon dress-up 
wasn't just for Kara and her mommy. Tommy began 
getting lacy camisoles and thongs. Lacy teddies 
replaced furred ones. Seethru babydolls replaced 
nightshirts and thigh high stockings replaced 
socks. Skirts replaced cargo shorts. Bikini 
replaced trunks. 

---

Sexual walls began to erode. All four of them 
watched a movie together a few weeks after Karen 
moved in. Tommy and Kara lay on the floor while 
Rachel and Karen took the couch. Rachel started 
kissing Karen's neck part way through the movie. 

"I shouldn't," Karen whispered as her host's hand 
slid between her thighs.

"You really should, slut," Rachel said and 
grabbed a fistful of panty covered pussy.

"The children..."

"Bitch, I don't give a fuck. Kiss me."

Rachel and Karen began making out behind the kids 
who were engrossed in the story on the screen.

"Oh my god," Rachel whispered as she squeezed 
Karen's cunt, "Your pussy is getting so wet, you 
dirty whore."

"I can't help myself, I love you..." Karen 
whispered back between kisses.

"Say you're my slut," Rachel twisted Karen's 
nipple causing a moan, "Say it!"

"I'm your slut," Karen hissed, trying not to cry 
out under her lover's hands. "I'm your dirty 
dirty slut!"

"Say I own you, say who owns you, say you're my 
fuck slave, say my name," Rachel said before 
shoving her tongue into Karen's ear.

"You own me," Rachel twisted the other nipple, 
harder than before, "Rachel owns me! Karen -Ah!- 
is Rachel's fuck slave!"

Rachel pulled back and looked her in the eyes. 
Karen almost understood. 

When Karen realized the kids had abandoned the 
movie and had started watching them, she tried to 
pull away but Rachel told her, "It's fine. It 
doesn't matter. They can watch."

Karen paused a moment before Rachel shoved her 
tongue down her throat. If Rachel said it was 
okay...and then she was back into it even harder 
than before. The idea of being watched had never 
turned her on before but it did then. 

"I want to feel your pussy against mine, slave," 
Rachel said as she nibbled her lover's ear, "Take 
off my panties."

Under the eyes of Tommy and Kara, in the glow of 
the TV, Karen pulled the woman's panties down her 
legs and off, then removed her own. The two 
sweaty women ground their pussies in a lewd 
display. Karen's waxed smooth pussy against 
Rachel's harsh new stubble. They moaned and made 
the obscene wet noise of cunts fucking.

Soon the two were grinding their crotches to 
simultaneous groaning orgasms.

---

After that night clothes became completely 
optional. The two women lost all inhibition 
around the children. Fingering each other to 
orgasm in front of Karen's two cartoon watching 
kids became a morning ritual. Marathon fuck 
sessions without regard for the kids could lead 
to Karen forgetting to feed them for hours or 
days. She didn't care as long as there was money 
and sex and someone to tell her what to do.

sonofkr@yahoo.com

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The author hopes you enjoyed what you
read and that you understand the difference
between reality and fantasy. Yay for
the first amendment. Don't have sex 
with kids.