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Amanda quickly stripped, kicking off her house shoes and dropping her jeans along with her panties. She couldn’t take the time to peel off her shirt or undo her bra. Instead, she jerked open the door to her dresser, taking her strap-on from among the piles of neatly folded panties that camouflaged it. She stepped into the leather straps, then hurriedly uncapped the jar of Vaseline she kept with her cosmetics and smeared a handful of the lubricant on her artificial cock.

“Please, mommy, I want it so bad!” Tory moaned from the bed. As much as she wanted it, she was teasing herself even worse, running her fingertips along her flooded cleft, groping and massaging the flesh of her ass. Even her anus puckered and clenched, the hole ready to be fucked despite never being meant for that purpose.

Maybe Sam was a better mistress than Amanda had thought—she’d clearly trained the little opening well. Such a dirty girl… no wonder Sam keeps fucking her… but who says Sam needs it any less than she does? Christ, I hope Sam isn’t as much of a whore as this girl… she’s a top, or at least she tries to be. But there’s no way this needy little bottom could satisfy her. Could she? God, could Sam want to fuck her as much as I do right now…?

Amanda offered Tory the strap-on she now wore; Tory took hold of it and guided the tip to her flooded cleft. Rotating her wrist, she stirred the cockhead in her creamy opening, then pulled its lubricated heft into herself. The dildo began to disappear into Tory’s sex, her cuntlips gripping the shaft, holding it almost so tight that Amanda couldn’t put any more in.

Amanda used her hipbones as handle, grabbing on and forcing Tory’s ass to her groin. She slid her dildo into Tory’s snatch slowly, going inch by inch. Amanda stared at the back of Tory’s head while the girl shook with her entry. Tory was a dirty blonde and in the low light, her hair almost could’ve been dark. Amanda grimaced with lust, imagining that it was Sam she was forcing her strap-on into.

Tory shoved her ass back impatiently, needing every bit of the dildo inside herself. “Give it to me!” she groaned. “Shove it all in, Mommy—fill me with that big cock!”

Amanda stared down at the sight of her strap-on being fed into Tory’s slit. The girl’s labia dragged on its shaft and Amanda could tell her inner walls were sucking at the buried dildo. With a lurch, Amanda rammed the last of its length into Tory. Her belly jammed up against Tory’s curvaceous ass and she felt the heat of Tory’s groin against her body.

Amanda held the impalement for a long moment, letting Tory savor the joy of having her snatch filled to the brim. Then she worked her pelvic muscles, making the fat dildo shift inside Tory.

“Ooohh!” Tory squealed, feeling her pussy throb. Her inner muscles responded, sucking on the strap-on, tightening around it until they were molded to its contours. “Fuck me! Pour that big cock all the way into me! Fuck it up into my throat!”

Amanda held steady, her hips thrust forward, head and shoulders arched back, her hold on Tory’s hipbones firm. Tory pulled herself forward, sliding her body halfway down the thick shaft invading her, then she slammed back, taking all of the strap-on again.

Amanda moved with her now, driving her strap-on into Tory when that firm ass came back to her. As she drew out of her, Tory twisted her hips to the side, winding her soaked pussy around the dildo to eke out just a little more sensation from it.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she crooned, repeating the word every time Amanda plunged into her.

“Take it, Tory!” Amanda cried, thinking Take it, Sam!

Her imagination ran wild, driving her into even more of a frenzy than Tory’s submissive body could. Her ass jolted while she shoved the big strap-on into Tory’s cunt, stoking the fire in her to the all-consuming heat the young woman craved.

Crouching low, Amanda slid a long, rippling stroke up into Tory’s sex, running the length of the strap-on across her pulsating clit. Then she reared up and crammed into Tory from above. Tory’s ass jerked and bucked against Amanda while she took thrust after thrust however the mother wanted to give it to her.

Orgasmic cream poured from Tory’s slit, her cunt stuffed to the brim by Amanda’s thick shaft, making her pussy overflow. Tory’s ass jerked, hips churning, breasts swaying underneath her like ripe fruit as she kept up the pace of Amanda’s savage use. Her mistress was pounding furiously into her, dragging Tory back by the hips to meet her thrusts. The dildo went deep into the recesses of Tory’s body.

The well-lubricated strap-on hissed into Tory’s flooded womanhood, tilting her ass upwards as it plunged in to the hilt. Amanda’s hips swished sideways and she fed Tory a thrust from the left, then from the right, then she drove into her with another stroke along her clit. Tory’s inner walls were gripping the strap-on even harder now, convulsing with ecstasy that strangled the dildo as it went in and out. She seemed incredibly tight for being such a slut.

Almost as tight as a virgin would be, Amanda thought, shuddering and growling, her eyes half-closed, her fantasy cajoling her too much to focus on reality. Almost as tight as my daughter must be—she’s never taken a strap like this whore has!

Amanda banged the strap-on in viciously, grunting and panting, shaking all of Tory’s lush body with each potent thrust. Her hands slid up Tory’s flanks and cupped her jiggling breasts, squeezing their luscious weight and pulling at the hardened nipples. But Tory’s chest was bigger than Sam’s. Sweet as their heft was, it didn’t fit with the intoxicating fantasy that had hold of Amanda. She brought her hands back to Tory’s fat ass. That, at least, met with the approval of the incestuous lust she felt.

Tory rose to the heights, gasping, sputtering. As good as Sam was as fucking her, this was the best sex she’d gotten in ages, even if it wasn’t in her ass. She had no idea the reason, of course. How could she know that Amanda’s wild lust for her was really for Sam, the woman’s own teenaged daughter? Her mind was far from capable of that level of thought at the moment. Not that Tory would care if she knew. As long as her pussy got fucked hot enough to smoke—that was what mattered to her.

Amanda’s toned thighs clapped against Tory’s meaty buttocks like a battering ram, slamming into her resilient flesh while the lengthy dildo slid inside her. Amanda pulled back out, fighting the clinging suction of Tory’s wet hole until only the tip of the strap-on was still inside her. Then she gave it to Tory again, all but the hilt, fucking her pussy into jelly.

Tory’s blonde head twisted from side to side. As each ruthless lunge of Amanda’s hips drove Tory forward, the girl was worked against the bed’s headboard, jammed against it. Another deep, demanding thrust and Tory half-expected the tip of the dildo to come out her mouth. She felt as if she were impaled on Amanda’s strap-on. Spiked on it like a pig on a spit.

And when Amanda withdrew, her cunt was wrapped so tightly around the strap-on that it felt to Tory like Amanda was pulling her snatch away from her. Then Amanda was inside her again, dragging Tory’s cunt back to her womb.

Amanda’s palms spread the ample cheeks of Tory’s ass, exposing the tight pink sphincter. Much as she preferred to fantasize about fucking her daughter, Amanda had to moan at the thought that this was the hole that Sam was so obsessed with rutting. Only it wasn’t nearly as ruined as Amanda thought it should be. Maybe all the karate stuff was helping Tory to heal. Or maybe Sam didn’t really know how to properly sodomize an anal bitch like Tory. Amanda so wanted to show her. Either on Tory or on Sam’s own thickly toned ass.

Amanda was on the verge of abandoning Tory right then and there, going to find her daughter and really disciplining Tory by letting her have neither of the LaRusso women, but only getting to watch as they enjoyed themselves without her… but Tory was at her peak. Her cunt detonated, her whole body shuddering violently.

“Oh! Oh! I’m there!” she wailed. “I’m coming from being your bitch! I’m getting off on being your cock-holster!”

Amanda shot out of her daydreams to look down at Tory’s snatch melting, turning liquid around her driving strap-on like a wax candle as the wick burnt down. The dildo slid in faster as Tory’s folds finally relaxed, letting it shoot inside her cunt like a bullet fired from a gun. Amanda slowed to a stop, worrying Tory down from the heights she’d attained, only gradually bringing a halt to the ecstasy Tory enjoyed.

All of a sudden Amanda felt guilty, like she’d slighted Tory by imagining her daughter instead of concentrating on this girl. That wasn’t fair to Tory, her and all her abandonment issues.

And Tory, noting Amanda’s sympathy for her without being able to discern the cause of it, immediately pounced on the opening. “I need to come again, Mommy. Could you suck me? It’s not like you’re some guy and you shot all inside me. It’s just my cunt. You can suck all my cream out. You like the way I taste, don’t you? Try it, Mommy. Eat my cunt!”

Distracted as she was, Amanda refused to let Tory get away with any brattiness. “Was that you telling me what to do, little girl?”

Tory groaned. She didn’t regret her return to form, only hated the thought that she wouldn’t feel Amanda’s tongue on her throbbing clit, fucking into her snatch. “I was just asking nicely. Please, Mommy. My cunt is all yours. Please suck me clean like I’m a good girl. I am a good girl, right? I was so good getting down on all fours so you could fuck me…”

“Yes,” Amanda mewled. “You were a good girl…”

She spun Tory around, dropping the girl on her back, and dove between her thighs. Grabbing her creamy ass with both hands, she lifted up Tory’s well-fucked crotch. One breath and the scent of Tory’s copious usage, her splayed lips, her aroused wetness, it all came rushing into Amanda’s senses. Then she hesitated.

Should she stop? Continue? Deal with her feelings for Sam, whatever they were, or reward Tory? Did Tory even deserve a reward for being so manipulative? Or was the important thing that she knew she was a cock-holster and acted accordingly, like the purpose of her life was getting fucked by a LaRusso?

Sensing her indecision, Tory reached down to spread her labia lips open for Amanda. “Am I still your good girl, Mommy?”

Amanda couldn’t resist her anymore. Her tongue spilled out of her mouth, flattening to wash over Tory’s glossy folds.

“Oh yes!” Tory moaned. “That’s it! Lick me everywhere! Tongue my asshole! I love it! I love being your good girl!”

She pulled her knees back, offering the puckered opening of her ass to Amanda’s tongue. Amanda gave in, thrusting her face into Tory’s buttocks, her head bobbing and tossing as she lapped at Tory’s anus. She bathed it in warm saliva.

Tory cupped the back of Amanda’s head, her arm muscles pulling with convulsive shudders. She seemed powerless not to force Amanda to her asshole with the savage lashings of anal pleasure she felt.

Her hips bucked, grinding her ass into Amanda’s face, while a flood of warm juices ran from her pussy, trickling into Amanda’s features while she kept tonguing Tory’s asshole, eating it like a hungry dog. The mother licked and slurped like she couldn’t get enough of this anal space Sam had loosened for her.

“Do my ass!” Tory hissed. “Please, Mommy, do my ass!”

With a low growl, Amanda rolled Tory onto her belly. A harsh slap across Tory’s buttocks compelled her to reach back and pull her cheeks apart for her mistress. And Amanda stared transfixed at the winking little grommet of her asshole—the hole that Sam had become addicted to fucking.

“Please suck it!” Tory cried, halfway between whinging plea and bratty complaint. “Eat my asshole and get me off!” She only barely seemed to remember her own submission, the same way Amanda found it hard to remember whether she was dominating Tory or her daughter.

Amanda swooped down on her, licking her way from Tory’s sopping wet cunt up to the cleft of her ass. With the cream she’d tongued from Tory’s sex, she pushed at the girl’s anus, lubricating her with her own juices.

“That’s it!” Tory cooed. “Get in there! Oh God, your tongue’s amazing! Your tongue’s meant to lick my ass!”

Amanda snaked the entire length of her tongue into the grip of Tory’s hole. Immediately she was fucking it in and out of Tory’s rectum, pitching it in and reeling it out with long, stroking licks.

Tory felt a shattering climax well up inside her, lift her up and then slam her down. “Son of a bitch—fuck my ass!” she moaned, unable to hold to any kind of decorum. Her submission was intact, it had just become sheer bodily need. She would’ve done anything Amanda asked for her anal ecstasy—anything at all. “Damn you, fuck me in the ass!”

“Such a dirty girl,” Amanda sighed, feeling her reeling senses return to her as the orgasm sorted out their hierarchy. As much as Tory enjoyed herself, she was still the bottom. And as hard as Amanda made her come, she did not serve Tory. She did what she wanted.

And now, she wanted to do to Tory what Sam had done to her. She wanted to show Tory what it was really like to have her ass belong to her mistress.

Her hands straddled Tory’s waist and she pressed the rigid strap-on against Tory’s saliva-slick anus. With a hard grunt, Amanda pushed the dildo into the grip of Tory’s rectum. But it wasn’t quite that easy. At least, not for Tory. Amanda swayed her hips so the phallus didn’t go in, but slipped one way, then the other. Tormenting Tory with anticipation that went unfulfilled again and again.

“Please, Mommy, please, please, please!” Tory moaned—as was par for the course now, a little punishment brought on all sorts of politeness from the brat. Maybe Sam had been neglecting her duties as Tory’s mistress; spoiling her rotten instead of truly disciplining her. “I’ll be good, I’ll be such a good girl, just please fuck me in the ass, PLEASE!”

“You’ll do as you’re told?” Amanda asked, torturing Tory by teasing the dildo into Tory’s sphincter, only to make it veer away at the last moment, sliding between Tory’s girthy buttocks like a hot dog into a bun.

“Yes! Yes! I’ll do everything you tell me to do!”

“Even if I tell you not to let Sam ass-fuck you?”

Tory moaned in dismay. But: “Yes, even that! You’re my mommy and I’ll do what you say! I know you’re Sam’s mommy too… she has to do what you say too…”

Amanda shut her eyes. Hearing Tory say that was far too arousing for her to hold herself back any further. “You have my permission to put your hand on my cock and guide it to your ass.”

Practically hyperventilating with lust, Tory reached around her hip and grabbed Amanda’s strap-on. She held its tip right against her asshole.

“Now please, mommy, PLEASE let me get ass-fucked? I wanna be your anal bitch!”

Amanda exerted a steady pressure, eyes trained on Tory’s asshole, watching for the exact moment when the tip of her strap-on entered the tight opening. Then, finally, it slipped inside. Mother and submissive looked at each other wild-eyed as the dildo went further and further into Tory’s receptive ass.

“Oooooh!” Tory keened.

“Does it hurt?” Amanda asked.

“No,” Tory said in a small voice. “Don’t stop—it sort of does. But it feels good. It feels good being ass-fucked by you…”

Amanda kept going and going until her strap-on was buried to the hilt in Tory’s ass. Then she lifted her body up and looked down at where they were joined. The sight of her cock stuffed up Tory’s ass while her pussy gaped empty was spectacular. She wished she could show Tory. Hell, she wanted to show Sam. But she was just too turned on. Teaching Tory a lesson had gotten to her too.

Without any more delay, she started pumping.

“Ohhhh, MMMH!” Tory moaned even more desperately than she had when Amanda had been fucking her pussy.

Amanda kept watching the show, seeing the thick dildo piston in and out of Tory’s splayed asshole. She loved the sight and grew more enthusiastic with each stroke the girl took. She could only barely take her eyes off Tory’s anus to see her face, flushed and contorted with ecstasy. The girl lay under Amanda, writhing with her enjoyment of being sodomized. To Tory, it didn’t matter how much it hurt. Being an anal slut was worth the pain.

“Rub yourself off,” Amanda ordered her bitch.

“Yes, Mommy, whatever you want!” Tory said excitedly.

Now Amanda had the added pleasure of seeing her bitch stroke herself off, hand between her legs and middle finger rolling inside her slit. She kept fucking her teenage whore thrust by thrust, making Tory split her attention between playing with herself and taking Amanda’s thrusts up the ass.

Tory’s orgasm hit her like a truck. With her ass stuffed and her pussy being fingered, the blonde ground her hips back and forth, her eyes tightly shut and her lips apart. Totally out of control, Tory gasped, breathing harder and faster as her rapture rode through her lush body. Her fists clenched, every muscle in her body taut as she actually squirted, bucking so hard that she almost threw Amanda off her back and down to the floor.

Tory clenched her buttocks together as Amanda pulled the dildo away from her, then relaxed them as best she could when Amanda thrust back into her, making her hungry hole swallow every shafting inch again. Tory circled her ass on the hard strap-on and her own jilling hand until she experienced another, even more powerful orgasm.

“Aaahh!” she wailed. “I’m coming! Don’t stop fucking my asshole! You’re making me come!”

Amanda kept sliding the dildo into her until Tory’s body gave out, her orgasmic spasms subsiding. Tory sagged down to the mattress in satiation. Even after all her time with Sam, she wasn’t used to such frenzied play.

Amanda withdrew the strap-on, popping it out of Tory with a sucking noise, leaving Tory feeling empty. She still wanted to fuck and could hardly give into her tiredness long enough to wait until she was used again.

Tory squeezed her asshole shut, or tried to at least, enjoying the sensations she felt when her sore opening convulsed—the aching muscle of her sphincter attempting, but not quite achieving the tension to close up her gaping anus.

Tory grinned down into the bedspread, gratified to know how well-used she was. It had to be pleasing to Amanda to see her with her asshole opened up so hugely; Sam always got off on that. Now Tory felt addicted to the sensation herself, the knowledge that her asshole was gaping open because she’d aroused her mistress enough to wreck her ass.

“Go to sleep now. That ass can’t take any more tonight. At least, not from me,” Amanda said, patting Tory’s quivering ass with a bit of sadistic glee. Sending ripples through the meat of Tory’s buttocks to her clearly tender anus furthered the girl’s soreness—reminding her both why she should never backtalk her mistress and of all the satisfaction she could get from being a good girl.

“Are you going to spend the night with me, Mommy?” Tory asked, whimpering a little at the pain—and at the prospect of getting her ass fucked once more the moment Amanda woke up.

“No, baby. Just because you can’t take any more doesn’t mean… just go to sleep. You’ve been punished enough. It’s time I discipline someone else, someone who’s needed it for a while.”