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“Mom, I’m sorry!” Courtney wheezed. “I meant to say no, honest, but it—it’s Yolanda…”

“I know you did, sweetheart. You’re just too much of an anal whore to turn a woman down when she wants to fuck you up the ass. But Yolanda, I thought I taught you what that meant for Courtney. You should be ashamed of yourself, missy.”

Yolanda stopped stroking, doing that much to avoid further incensing Barbara, but still enjoying the stormy roiling of Courtney’s anal muscles around the cock that the suit had made for her. It was nearly enough to get her off. And what harm could it do to get herself an orgasm now that they’d been caught anyway?

Barbara came closer and Yolanda grew vaguely apprehensive, wondering just what exactly Courtney’s mom intended to do to her. And when she got a closer look at Barbara, she got even less of an idea of what was meant for her. She could see something tenting Barbara’s nightie at the crotch, something moving up and down with each step, something that looked decidedly alive.

“Or maybe no one ever told you how to properly ask for permission,” Barbara continued, her voice soft—threateningly soft. “I know my daughter finds it arousing when you just take what you want. So is it really that you just couldn’t stand being apart from her or is it that you want what you were trying to ask for in the basement?”

“I didn’t ask for anything in the basement,” Yolanda protested, trying to pull away from Courtney.

But she couldn’t get away. Barbara was suddenly in her path, blocking her, giving her no room to pull out of Courtney’s ass. “Exactly,” Barbara said. “You didn’t have the stomach. But do you really think I could have Courtney for a daughter and not know what it looks like when a little slut like you is wondering what it feels like?”

And saying this, Barbara pulled her nightie up over her head, taking it right off and exposing her naked body. And the strap-on that gave her a hint of modesty, but seemed even more obscene, more sexual, than her bare cunt could ever be. It was big—bigger than anything Yolanda had ever tried to make Courtney take—and it scared her shitless.

“And all the times you’ve fucked Courtney in the ass,” Barbara continued. “It must be like getting a contact high of something you’re addicted to. Of course you wondered. And it’s not like Courtney could do it to you. That girl is a born bottom. So you want me to do it. You want me to sodomize you the same way we both fuck Courtney.”

Yolanda tried to pull away again, ran right into Barbara’s blockading body again, and this time felt a stinging slap on her ass that burned right through the catsuit. For all its armor, at times like these, it felt like Yolanda was wearing nothing at all.

“Would you let Courtney run riot like that?” Barbara needled. “And I didn’t say you could stop fucking Courtney either. If you want me to fuck you instead of her, it’s only fair that you be the one to take care of her needs. Or do you want me to satisfy the pair of you one after the other? Because I’m not a superhero or a teenager. I have work in the morning.”

Yolanda didn’t know—couldn’t accept—what this was. She couldn’t tell how much of what Barbara was saying about the basement was true; it felt like Courtney’s mother was referring to some half-remembered conversation, déjà vu, a memory she wasn’t sure was a dream or had really happened. She tried to convince herself it was all to do with Courtney… this was some way of Barbara domming Courtney, staking her own claim on the blonde and doing it right in front of Yolanda.

Yolanda could only go along with it. Closing her eyes, she started moving in and out of Courtney’s anus. The friction mounted, the heated pressure pouring into her body through the erection that half felt like it was dominating Courtney’s bubble butt and halfway felt like it was trapped in her burning hole. Either way, it was incredibly exciting.

Despite the unforgettable presence of Barbara, Yolanda felt her arousal quickly returning. She couldn’t help but obey its urges. Soon, she was ramming into Courtney just as hard and as fast as before. Her eyes squeezed very shut and she concentrated on the pleasure of impaling Courtney’s impossibly tight ass right up until she felt the toned cheeks of her own butt being spread open.

At first, Yolanda thought it was Courtney. She reached down to reward the blonde with a few fingers rubbing at her cunt, a little turned on by how Courtney was so submissive that now she’d tried to further satisfy the woman that was sodomizing her. And Yolanda didn’t mind a slippery finger making its way into her ass, so long as all there was to it was the fact, the spice, of being anally penetrated. That wasn’t being fucked in the ass, any more than a single finger in her twat was being fucked.

If asked, Barbara might’ve agreed with her. She certainly wouldn’t consider a single finger in Yolanda’s ass to be fucking her either.

There was a supposedly scented candle on the chest at the foot of Courtney’s bed. Really, it was a glass jar full of lubricant. Yolanda had used it to prepare Courtney and now Barbara used it to prepare her, opening the bottom of Yolanda’s catsuit just like when she had to use the bathroom… only that was decidedly not the direction the action would be taking place tonight.

As she worked her suit’s prick in and out of Courtney’s ass, Yolanda felt fingers caressing between her own buttocks. They were strong and insistent, too forceful to be Courtney’s, and then all of a sudden there was something pressing into Yolanda’s anus. She opened her eyes, looking over her shoulder desperately, her jaw dropping as she realized it was exactly what she’d suddenly feared.

Yolanda saw Barbara arrayed behind her, lodging her own horse-sized strap-on between the dark round hills of her ass. “Wait, wait, wait!” she cried out.

“You’ve waited long enough,” Barbara informed her, and shoved forward. Giving Yolanda either what she wanted or what she needed or at least what she’d given Courtney so many times.

A scream caught in Yolanda’s throat as she felt the huge, fisted intrusion bearing down on her digestive tract, ripping open the tender muscle of her anus, pushing itself into her anal passage. She nearly blacked out from the shock, but held her own cock inside of Courtney’s ass while Barbara made her feel the same thing as her willing victim. The mother didn’t stop until her huge column of dildo was sliding into Yolanda’s bowels, stretching and straining every tissue inside her until it was big enough to fit the strap-on.

“You know, Court was good enough to get me one of these sex toy gizmos from your friend Cindy. My little girl couldn’t bear the thought that I wasn’t enjoying every little facet of owning her ass. So don’t worry about your anal virginity being wasted on some stupid piece of plastic. I’m feeling every bit of pressure your asshole has to give. I think it’s actually trying to keep me out. But I’m not laying off this sweet ass until it knows how it feels to be hilted. And you know that you’re as much my bitch as Courtney is.”

And she tunneled into Yolanda until the last broad inch of her dildo was buried in Yolanda’s colon.