Chapter 24: Jess
I was sitting at the table, Rachel holding my arms. Jeff had just walked out, and Rachel was lying across from me, cum pooled on her back. The room smelled of sex and I had just experienced the best orgasm that I had in years, and all while my cunt was untouched.
"You are soooooooo fucked!" Rachel whispered at me, and I knew that she was right. I had perfectly good intentions: I would tease Jeff, let him dominate me, but keep the sexuality to the level of teasing. And now I knew what Rachel clearly understood: I was fucked. It wouldn't happen today. Not tomorrow either. But one day soon, despite my best intentions, I would be down on my knees, begging Jeff to fuck me.
Sigh.
I stood up and walked around behind Rachel. She showed no desire to get up from where she was lying, and if her orgasm was as good as it seemed, I could completely understand why she didn't want to move.
I looked down at my daughter's back, examining the cum pooled on it. I ran my forefinger through a puddle and lifted some to my face, smelling it before popping my finger into my mouth to taste. I hadn't tasted cum since Gary had died, and I didn't realize how much I missed it. I glanced back down at Rachel, seeing the cum pooling in the small of her back, seeing it dripping between the cheeks of her ass, seeing her own juices glistening on her pussy. It was all I could do to keep myself from bending over and licking the cum off of her.
With a deep sigh I went to the sink and moistened a towel so that I could wash her off. I went back to her and cleaned her up. When I was done cleaning her back I ran the rough cloth through her pussy, wiping up her juices as well. She moaned a little, but she was so satiated that she did not even move.
"Come to bed, my slutty daughter," I told her. That caused a shiver, and I helped her stand. I walked to her room with her and helped her to her bed, then kissed her on the forehead and said good night.
After that day, Jeff continued to come over, but did nothing sexual with me. He flirted a little, but nothing that would have been out of place if we were both wearing clothes. But of course, I wasn't. I was still determined not to go as far as sex, but I took pains to brush up against him, present my tits in his face and wiggle my ass in his general direction.
But that bastard, as my daughter calls him, ignored me. Actually, that is not fair. Jeff showed appreciation for my body and what I did with it, but that is all he did. He didn't take it any further. The bastard.
It was bad enough when he was just hanging out. On a few occasions he would decide that Rachel needed to be punished. I watched him do it, or I heard him do it, and I salivated, or, to be more accurate, my pussy salivated. I was jealous of my daughter. I wanted it to be me. I missed a hard hand on my ass almost as much as I missed a hard cock in my cunt.
When Jeff introduced Rachel to my playroom, it opened a whole new world for them, but for me it was like I was a kid with my nose pressed up to the window of the candy store and no money in my pocket. I knew I was being stupid, but how would Rachel feel if her mother came begging to borrow her boyfriend? And even though he seemed to like me, would he really want to have sex with someone as old as me. So I distanced myself, closed myself down a little, and let Jeff and Rachel have their fun.
One night I came home from work, and Rachel asked if I could come see something in her room.
"I just need to get undressed," I told her.
"Can you just come now for a minute?" she asked.
I sighed, but followed her. What she showed me did not seem that important, but it took about a half hour. After she was done, I went to my room, got undressed, then went down to make dinner.
Jeff came to dinner, and Rachel was quite happy to see him. Towards the end of dinner, Rachel said to Jeff, "Mom misbehaved today."
I looked at Rachel in surprise, but Jeff asked, "Really? How did she misbehave?"
"She came home, and she stayed dressed for a half hour before she took off her clothes, and you specifically told us that we had to be naked in the house," Rachel said.
I couldn't believe it! "But it was only because..." I started to defend myself, but Rachel cut me off.
"Did you or did you not stay dressed after you came home?" she asked.
"I did, but..." I started, when she interrupted me again.
"And what is the rule about being dressed in the house?" she asked.
"I need to get undressed as soon as I come home," I said quietly. The bitch had set me up! She had set up her own mother!
"I think that she needs to be punished, Jeff," Rachel said.
Jeff had been sitting back, enjoying the interplay between me and Rachel. He had a smile on his face, and he said, "It's true that if I don't maintain discipline, then who knows what would happen around here."
"Go get the strap," Jeff instructed Rachel. He held out his hand and pulled me up and directed me to the couch. He leaned me over the back of the couch and pushed me down so that my hands were resting on the seat of the couch and my ass was up in the air.
Oh my god! He was going to punish me. I wasn't just going to get a spanking, I was going to get the strap! I had watched him strap Rachel, and every time he did, I had to go masturbate immediately afterwards, although, to be fair, I had to go jill-off every time he punished Rachel in any way.
Rachel came running back and I heard her hand the strap to Jeff. I heard the swish as he swung it through the air, and then Rachel came to stand in front of me.
"You will get one stroke for each minute that you were dressed while you were at home," Jeff said. "How many do you get?"
I looked right into my conniving slut of a daughter's eyes and said, "Forty five, please." Rachel got a surprised look on her face when she realized that I was lying. We both knew that it was less than thirty. Nonetheless, Jeff stepped forward and started administering my punishment.
I savored the first stroke like I would a glass of cold water on a blazingly hot day. It was delicious and soothing. I counted off each one, and with each number I became more breathless than the one before. I felt myself building and building, until finally, when Jeff had reached thirty strokes, I came. My head exploded! It made the cum that Jeff gave me weeks ago pale by comparison.
I couldn't even breathe, yet Jeff kept laying the strap onto my ass. I don't know how many strokes I missed, but when I got my breath back I continued counting with thirty one.
By the time Jeff reached forty five, I was on the verge of cumming again. Jeff stopped, and I stayed draped across the couch, wiggling my ass in the air. I wanted more! How could he just stop? Jeff just stood behind me. I could feel him watching me, and I couldn't take it. Finally I said, "Please!"
"Please what?" Jeff asked.
He knew what I wanted, just as Rachel did, but he was going to make me ask! I couldn't believe he was going to make me beg for it in front of my daughter!
"Please," I pleaded desperately.
"I punished you, as is my right," Jeff said with a smile in his voice. "I wouldn't dream of overstepping my boundaries."
I looked into his eyes, embarrassment written across my face as I begged, "Please, please make me cum."
"That would be something sexual, wouldn't it?" he asked.
"Yes," I whispered.
"Well, Jess, the rules that you laid down state that sexual activity is OK if you agree," he said. "Are you agreeing that it is OK for me to perform a sexual act on you right now?"
"God, yes!" I moaned. Screw my resolve. Screw my morals. Please, just let him screw me!
I thought that Jeff would fuck me, I hoped that Jeff would fuck me, but he didn't. Instead, he took the strap and swung it underhand, and the strap slammed into my pussy lips. I screamed and came and came and came.
Jeff stood back and watched me cum, and he watched Rachel watch me cum. When I was finished, Jeff laid the strap across my back and said, "Rachel, it is your responsibility to clean her up and take care of her tonight. Thank you both for a lovely evening." And with that, Jeff walked out of our house.
Rachel watched as he walked out the door, a look of surprise and lust on her face. "That boy has entirely too much self control!" she complained. Then she helped me up and took me to my bed. She gently rubbed lotion on my ass, and tucked me into bed.
"You lied to him about length of time that you were dressed," she told me.
"You set me up to be punished," I countered.
"You needed to cum," she told me.
"You are an evil, evil daughter, and I love you very much," I said, pulling her into a hug. Then I went to sleep.