Your body falters, yet your spirit is eager and willing.
You can’t comprehend how a woman in her fifties has so much vigor, but the hungry look in her eyes and the satisfied grin tells you she’s ready for another go. Just as the two last times, she lets you rest, kissing you from the shoulder all the way to your neck.
“How about doggy-style this time?” she asks, and your wracked penis stirs back to life. She’s your first and – for now – the only sexual partner you want. You’re obsessed with everything about her; the downy nature of the baby fat on her skin, the utter elegance of her moans, the delightful laugh signaling her satisfaction, and the utterly foul language her lips utter.
You don’t know how long it has been, but during that time, you’ve heard everything from “rabid stud” to “ram me with your jackhammer”. Perhaps the greatest confession was how, despite the great power she wielded, she was the lowest of sluts before you.
And those words – in her voice, in her intonation, and with her look – bolster your ego beyond comprehension. For who are you, lowly mortal as you are, to sleep with a goddess and fill her with your seed?
Oh, because that’s another one. You figured she wouldn’t want you to drop your load on her, but not only she insisted, she almost threatened you if you didn’t fill her up. That intrigues you so much that, during this moment of respite, you’re moved to question her. “I bet you must be the same with everyone else you’ve slept with.”
She laughs, loud and profuse, while caressing your hair. “Oh, you’re such a jester! My dear, I sleep with people for business purposes; rarely do I fuck for pleasure, and rarer still am I pleased when I copulate.”
It feels strange to be lavished with such praise. Even Jessica – your own girlfriend – didn't place you in such a pedestal. It is so strange that you feel it must be a cruel joke from her part. And of course, your recent experiences have alerted you to this. “I heard that guy... Uh, Trev--”
“Ashley,” she rebukes you.
“Right, right... I heard her call you by a name. Marv.” Her eyes dim, and the world darkens around her. “Does that mean that... well...”
She turns her back on you. At first, it feels like rejection, but then she makes an odd proposal. “Touch me.”
“Ma’am, if I offended you--”
“I asked you to touch me.” You comply, and notice that the thin, odd layer of skin that can be torn to remove the skin isn’t there at all. Her back is flawless, every bit as soft and supple as the next.
“There’s no slit.”
“Exactly,” she claims, victorious. “Would you still claim I am, or ever was, a man?”
You shake your head timidly as she turns to meet you. She lays atop you, grabbing your cheek. “Would it ruin your fantasy if I told you I was?”
Your urges suddenly leave your body, and bile rumbles on your stomach. But she speaks, and your spirit stirs. “Should you care if I ever was one?”
And her aggressive, seductive pressure upon you sways your doubts away. “You shouldn’t care for what I was – if I ever was. Care for what I am now. I am Tessa, my dear – and I will always be her. If there is something of a man within me, it is courage and cruelty – and that isn’t a trait defined by how one is born, but forged in the crucible of life.”
She grabs you and swallows your mouth with her tongue. Her glorious smile is the reward for your obedience. “Now, my young colt...” She bends, leaving her derriere laid bare for you to admire, her glorious womb yearning for your manhood.
And then, your mistress commands you. “Ride me.”
--
That couldn’t be Purgatory. That was Heaven, and your only sadness is leaving her divine abode.
Tessa has asked you to leave as she dresses, You drag your feet, drained yet delighted, only to be wrapped in soft, slim arms and led by a young and vibrant voice. “Hey! Way to go, Davey!”
“Huh?” You find Cassie smirking at you, giggling. “Ah!”
“Am I that ugly?” she taunts. “Because I believe I inherited most of Mom’s good parts.”
“Sorry... It’s just that--”
“Yeah, I know. We’ve been rough with you.” She leans on your ear, cracking with laughter. “Mom really roughed you up, didn’t she?”
“Not that kind of roughness,” you admit.
“I think she likes you,” the young woman confesses. “It was great, wasn’t it?”
You push her aside, disgusted. “You’re not implying that--”
“Davey, you gotta understand that, in this house, decency took a hike. We love Mom, and she loves us. And how does she prove that? With some pussy kisses.”
You grimace with disgust. “But... aren’t you supposed to be mother and daughter?”
“To society? Yeah, sure. But we’re not her real daughters – should we care when no one’s seeing? Besides – do you really think I wouldn’t mount that goddess of a woman while screaming ‘Mommy, Mommy’ every time!? I’m thankful I can kiss the cunt I came from – otherwise, I wouldn’t be this hot and sexy!”
“You’re saying that because of the skins.”
“I’m saying this because I’m a grateful daughter.” She swerves toward you and holds you closer, slamming her groin towards yours. “You should understand something, Davey boy. It doesn’t matter who we were. What matters is who we are.” She stands back, giving you a good look from top to bottom. “Say, we haven’t introduced ourselves. My name’s Cassandra. Mind if you become my fuckbuddy?”
“Uh...”
She grabs your hand and shakes it vigorously. “Just say yes! Once Mom gives you a phone, we’re gonna share numbers! And just so you know...” She shoves your finger upon her labia, thrusts it deep, then takes it out to suck it. “For you, my cunny’s open 24/7.” She then slams your hands on her ass, snickering. “My bussy too.”
And then, with the same drive as her mother, Cassie thrusts her tongue at your mouth, savoring it. “Mmm. I like this, bestie. I like this a lot...”
--
Your little soiree with Cassie is soon interrupted by Tessa, who beckons both to follow her. She wraps her arm around your waist, leading you into a tunnel hidden under the basement that connects her house to another one about four houses away.
As you enter the chamber, the stale smell of brine assails your nostrils. Hanging from coat racks are piles upon piles of female skins, organized as if clothes. Blondes, brunettes and redheads; with pale white skin, deep chocolate tones and everything in between, small and tall, curvy and thin – if you dream her, she is there.
But she takes you further towards a display case where five skins are exhibited. Cassie jabs your ribs, cackling with manic approval. “Way to go! Mom, you’re really letting him choose one of the Five!?”
“Only the best, my dear Cassie. Only the best.”
“So...” You point at the five skins – two brunettes, two blondes and a redhead – and ask. “What’s so special about them?”
“They are the crown of my collection,” she affirms. “My highest-paying escorts. Each one a small fortune to hire.”
“And no one but Mom can wear them,” Cassie adds. “If we’re good, Mom gives us a discount with them.”
“Are they that special, ma’am?”
“Call me ‘Tessa’,” the mistress insists. “Or better yet. Call me ‘Mom’. I want my favorites to treat me like I’m everything for them.”
“Alright... ‘Mom’.” It’s weird to treat someone of her stature with such a close appellation, but you fear her reprisal if you don’t humor her. “Is there a catch to this?”
“A couple, but none that will seriously hinder you.” She grabs one of the brunettes, her breasts perky and engorged, holding her like a fine dress. “Like I said, I want you to enter their business. When I call you, you will answer. You will be with whoever hired you, and you must please them. I do have some rules for your protection, but other than those, you belong to them for as long as they pay.”
“Providing them happiness,” you remark, recalling your earlier discussion.
“I like his attitude,” Cassie claims, gently slapping her lips. “I mean – her attitude.”
“Does that mean I have to live as them?”
“And why not? Other than my calls, you’re free to do with your choice of life whatever you want. I think we had agreed beforehand – if you wish to pursue studies, I will gladly assist you. Once you make your choice, she is yours.”
“With some strings attached.”
“But not hindering ones. Of course, there is one client you must appease above anyone else – when they call, you will stop everything you’re doing and answer to them.”
“Who’s that client?”
Tessa looks at you with checked anger. “Me.”
“Should’ve seen it, bestie. You’re taking one of her favorites.”
“So... if you want me there, even if I’m on the other side of the world--”
“As long as you’re not dead or kidnapped, I want you here. And if it’s the latter, I’ll move heaven and earth to find you. I want you to understand, my dear – I am lending you to others for our own benefit, but I own you. You are my personal bitch, and if I want my personal bitch to lick my cunt clean, you will do it. If I want you to eat my juicy ass, you will not question it. You, my dear? Are my property. Have we made ourselves clear?”
Her demand is frightening, but it comes with some insane benefits. “Sounds like a good time.”
She grins, grabbing your jaw and dragging you closer. “And that’s the reason why I’m willing to part with one of my beloved, my dear. I wouldn’t want anyone but you to wear them.”
Tessa stands back, drawing the black pen. She hands it to Cassie, giving some instructions. “You know what to do.”
“Yes, Mom.” Cassie tilts her head, grimacing. “Sorry, bestie. Can’t be too careful.”
She points the pen at you and gives her farewell. “Nighty-night, bestie! You’ll love it when you wake up...”
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