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Playing with Courtney had a cascade effect on Barbara’s work day. Usually, she took working lunches, taking a great big bite out of her workload. Well, that was in the shitter now. She ended up working late, after everyone else left and the lights went out, to wrap things up to her satisfaction.

Maybe some of it was guilt. She hated feeling like she wasn’t doing enough to satisfy Courtney, but the girl really was a grade-A slut. Barbara didn’t know how anyone was supposed to satiate an absolute anal whore like that. And hold down a job too? Forget it.

She went out into the almost entirely empty parking lot, expecting nothing but a boring drive home, but what she found was Courtney waiting for her. Her daughter sat on the trunk of her car, looking so beautiful, so needy, so desperate to be fucked that Barbara felt like she was being propositioned by a hooker.

“Hi Mommy,” Courtney said meaningfully. “You’re off work now, right? You said that—“

“Oh my God, baby… you really want me to fuck you the minute I get done with work?”

Courtney nodded impatiently.

“Have you been waiting here this whole time? It’s been hours!”

“I know, Mommy.” She bit her lip. “You still have the strap-on with you, right?” Courtney plucked at a pleat on her cute little skirt. “I changed into this… I’m not wearing underwear. You can just stick it right in me—right here.” She looked like she was about to moan. “Please, Mommy?”

Barbara sighed. “Okay, this has got to stop before it gets any more ridiculous. I don’t know if you’re exaggerating or if you really are this much of an anal slut—if you really want it this bad, you can go to Yolanda, or whoever you want to, and let them fuck your ass.”

Courtney gaped at her. “Mommy… are you sure? Doesn’t my ass belong to you?”

“Of course it does!” Barbara snapped. She drew up to Courtney and petted her golden hair. “And I love—love—being the one to satisfy you. But clearly you are just insatiable, baby, and I have to do what’s best for you, even though I’d love to be the only one treating you like the ass-fuck whore you are. So… if you think Yolanda can keep you from being quite such a desperate little slut, she has my permission to fuck you too.”

Courtney literally jumped for joy. “Thank you, Mommy! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Barbara enthusiastically accepted her hug. “Of course, dear. Love you.”

“Love you too, Mommy.” Courtney craned her neck to kiss Barbara on the cheek. “But, uhh… it’s really late and it’s a school night for Yolanda… after curfew…” Her voice shook with lust. “You think maybe… really quick… we could…”

Barbara rolled her eyes. “I’ve created a monster. Lie down on the hood, you little slut. I’ll have to go through the car wash afterwards, but it could use a layer of wax anyway.”

Courtney laid down on her back, sprawled across the hood of Barbara’s car. Barbara took her ankles in hand and pushed them upwards, back down again, so that Barbara was doubled over at the waist, her feet in her hands, holding her body in a ball with the creamy white of her ass up in the air. A delicate shimmer of arousal was burning its way out of her pussy, trickling down to wet her pink, puckered anus.

It’d healed again, which incensed Barbara. She didn’t know the next time she’d see Courtney’s ass if the girl was going to pass herself around her friend group like a party favor, but Barbara decided then and there that her last sight of her daughter’s hole would have it fucked wide enough to take two fists.

“There’s no one around this time,” Barbara said, taking the strap-on from her jacket and stepping into its harness, then tightening it at her crotch. “I wonder just how whorish you’re going to sound when you’re letting it all out. Are you going to squeal like a pig, Court?” She nudged the tip of the dildo against Courtney’s anal opening. “How much are you going to love taking it in the ass?”

Courtney squealed, but not in pain. Little things like that didn’t matter to her anymore. As the full length of Barbara’s strap-on thrust into her asshole, it seemed to her as if it were stabbing right into her belly, and she felt an equal amount of satisfaction with that discomfort.

“God, it’s so beautiful!” she cooed, her face drawn and white with ecstasy.

“Remember!” Barbara grunted, unsurprised to find jolts of her own pleasure rebounding off every bit of anal dominance she gave Courtney. “No matter how many people—nnh!—fuck you in the ass—hh!—you belong—gn!—to me!”

Courtney’s legs were steepled in the air and Barbara came down between them, brutally fucking in and out of her daughter’s asshole while biting down on her pert tits. Soon, she’d found a rhythm, driving in and out, her ass blurring up and down. With each pump into her bowels, Courtney screamed, everything inside her feeling like a burning, buttery cauldron—pure lust and sensation, nothing else, not even any pain.

“Fuck me, Mommy!” she groaned. “Shit, you fuck so good… it’s so good! You’re the best, Mommy, the best fuck in the world!”

Barbara didn’t know if she believed her sweet daughter or not, but then, that had been the reason she’d been restricting Courtney to being her anal slut for the past few weeks. Getting ass-fucked by a teenager was okay, but a mature, experienced woman knew how to really satisfy a girl. And she could tell that Courtney appreciated having her lover, her mistress, know her way around her ass. Both her anus and her sex were throbbing wildly now, ready to blow.

“Faster, Mommy!” Courtney panted. “God, please ream out my ass—I want Yolanda to feel who it belongs to the next time she fucks me there!”

That did it. Barbara devoured Courtney’s left breast and thrust into her asshole like her strap-on was a torture device. After a minute of hard sodomy, Courtney’s body tensed. She squealed that stuck-pig squeal and Barbara knew she’d made her daughter come like no one, not anyone in Courtney’s whole school, knew how to do.

“They can fuck you!” she hissed. “But they’ll never make you their bitch!”

“Yes… yes…” Courtney said in a haze, her head drifting back as she relaxed into contented, screamed-out ecstasy. “I’ll always be Mommy’s girl…”

She let go of her legs and they draped over Barbara’s shoulders, making her feel even more like what she’d done was not fuck an equal partner, but use a piece of property. “Mommy’s girl,” Barbara repeated, giving Courtney’s ass one last thrust to remind her for all time what her hole felt like when Barbara had finished using it. Its natural state—what the ass of an anal slut was supposed to feel like. But just in case Yolanda had other ideas… “Maybe your friend can be mommy’s girl too.”