A Mothers Struggle

Chapter 1


"Well, you're such a JERK!"
Seemed to echo throughout the house.
Janna (the first daughter) seemed to be arguing with her boyfriend over the phone. He seemed to
have made out with another girl at a party he went to and was ratted out by Janna's best friend.

*Sigh, not this again.
Thought Clair (the mother of two) as she was annoyed by both the noise and her daughter's
distress as she washed the dishes.
*I wish she'd just break up with him and move on, he always gets into this kind of thing, then they
complain over the phone a lot to then it ends with her in tears... Guess I'm just glad little Sasha is
over at a sleepover tonight.

The argument continues as Janna walks around the house complaining on her phone as her mother
begins to finish up the dishes.
"...You know what, you, you can just go Fuck your Self!"
Janna shouted this as she passed the kitchen where her mother was, her mother hearing this, perked
up straight, her expression turned blank as she stood there, almost frozen in place. Janna to caught up
in her emotions to notice her mothers odd behaviour, to which Janna stormed off to her room sobbing.


Clair's expression gaining personality again, but this time it was slightly flustered.
She looks down at her body, her large F cup breasts moving up and down to her breath, following
them down to her wide child baring hips and crotch. Her eyes then glaring at her right hand, as it
still clutches the sponge she was using to clean the dishes.

It was that exact hand that now swiftly forced it's way down her pants.
Clair's expression gave a subtle lewd-filled smile as it let out an erotic moan as the wet sponge
mashed up against her willing slit, making a sloshing noise as it smooched and rubbed so quickly
that all the water still in the sponge, exploded from it and stained all around the crotch of her pants.

The more she'd rub, the bigger the stain would get and with it, the wetter she'd get.
Her other hand decided to follow the other hand and began to finger herself as she rubbed with the
sponge with total passion.


Clair fully giving into this without resistance, as this is what happens. She has this emergence urge to
follow Any command. She can hold off a command she can see coming, but a sudden instruction
like with her daughter, she can't help but be compelled to obey. She just wants to be commanded, but
most of all by her Master, who she doesn't know, all she knows that she must have a Master...

She couldn't explain why she wanted to obey him, she can't even remember being enslaved or anything
like that. She knew she wanted nothing more then to obey his words, but she still can't help but follow
most commands she is given. A mother of two kids, an officer worker in a bank, having a good house
and life... wishes to be nothing more then a slave for her Master.


Thinking about her master pushed her to that final piece of ecstasy, causing her to cum heavily into the
sponge, her juices leaking and being absorbed into the sponge. Clair panting at the experience as she
pulls her hands out from her cooch, plopping the cum filled sponge into the sink as she regains her self.

Looking at the giant wet spot on her crotch that spread down the middle of her legs.
Sighing in both relief, annoyance and pleasure as she proceeded to waddle to her room to change her
self before getting ready for bed.



To Be Continued.