Have Faith

Chapter 14

Jill admired her daughter. She was remarkably beautiful and very sexy. She knew that she shouldn't be thinking that way but she couldn't help herself. Perhaps it was all of the years of sexual activities with her sisters that had worn away the normal taboo of incest. All that she knew was that Faith was a very exciting slavegirl and she was envious of Jane.

Jill went behind Faith and unfastened the sleeve that encased her arms, allowing her daughter to flex her arms and eliminate the strain on her shoulders. Now, Faith was completely unfettered.

"Come sit with me," instructed Jill. She went to the couch and sat at one end, patting the seat next to her. Faith reluctantly moved to the couch and sat next to her mother. "Lie down. Rest your head in my lap. We need to talk."

Again, reluctantly, Faith did as she was told. Jill let her eyes roam down the girl's body and then looked her in the eyes. "I know that you find this awkward; uncomfortable."

"Yes, Mom, I do."

"Try to relax," Jill went on. She rested her hand on Faith's breast and slowly caressed it. "It can be exciting for you."

"Oh Mom," Faith whined as she felt the hand claim her breast again. "It's just so wrong."

"Maybe," said Jill. "But maybe you'll find that you like it. My sisters and I did."

"Aunt Ann said that you were the kinkiest of the three," Faith said. "What did that mean?"

Jill laughed and gave the breast a squeeze. "I'm not sure that kinkiest is the right term. I think that I am just the most adventurous."

Jill went on to explain how she and her sisters had played together since they were teenagers. It turned out that each of them was dominant, though, so as girls, they had to each take turns as the submissive. "I loved my days as a slave almost as much as my days as a mistress. I know you'll just love it too once you let go."

"But I don't want to let go," whined Faith. "I don't want to be a slave."

"You already are a slave," said the mother as the fingers grasped Faith's nipple and started rolling it back and forth. "You can't change that. So you can either get used to the idea or be miserable."

"Oh, Mama," groaned Faith. "Can't we just go home?"

Jill slid her hand across Faith's belly, marveling at how toned her daughter's body was. In fact, every inch of her body was perfect. The full breasts stood proudly on her chest and, even now as she was lying on her back, they defied gravity and arose from her chest like two giant snow cones. Her flesh was flawless and silky. Her waist was impossibly narrow but gave way to flared and extremely feminine hips. Her hand kept traveling until it reached Faith's sex and she cupped it in her palm, noticing the heated wetness that was there. "You are already home, pet. This is your home until your deal expires."

Faith groaned again, both from the words and from the way that her mother was so brazenly feeling her up. It was all so unreal. It was all so wrong.

"Frankly, I'm pleased that you made your deal," Jill continued. "It's been a long time since I've had a slavegirl. Even though you belong to Jane, I'll enjoy playing with you."

"Oh, Mama," moaned Faith again, "what will this do to our relationship?"

Jill slid her palm up and down over Faith's slick petals. Her daughter may be embarrassed at finding herself in this predicament but Jill could tell that she was also aroused by it. The juiciness of her sex contradicted all of the protests and complaints.

"I think it may expand the relationship, love," Jill responded. She drew her palm up and then extended a finger, letting it circle the little clitoris which was now standing naked and erect. "You will be my daughter again once you are released. But in the meantime, we'll get to enjoy each other as mistress and slave."

Faith shuddered as her mother continued the intimate exploration of her body. Once again, unwanted thrills surged through her body and she prayed that her body would stop behaving so wantonly. "Does Daddy know?"

"Oh, good heavens, no," replied Jill as her finger continued to tease the little nubbin. "I didn't know myself until today."

"Does he know about your kinkiness?" the girl asked. "Does he know the games you play with Aunt Ann and Aunt Jane?"

Jill started tapping the clit lightly with her fingers. She would give it a pat and then pause as she admired the tremors that it sent through her daughter, seeing the taut belly quivering with lust. "He knows that I have a wild side, if that's what you mean. But I have never included him in our games."

Tap. Pause. Quiver. Quake. Tap. Pause.

"Have you ever been unfaithful?" asked Faith. She had to get off the defensive somehow. She couldn't just always keep reacting as she was pushed further and further down the slippery slope.

"We have both had sex with others, love. Don't be so naïve. We enjoy sharing with other couples."

Faith gasped, not knowing if it was from her mother's revelation or the latest thump on her clit. She closed her eyes as images of her parents' infidelity flooded her mind. How had her world become so depraved so quickly?

Tap, tap, pause, quiver, quake. The tapping became more frequent and more steady. While one hand worked on the clit, the fingers of the other hand combed through her hair. She felt her mother's lips on her own and then felt her mother shift and suck one of her nipples into her mouth. Tap, tap, tap, pause, quiver, quake.

Faith's whole body was trembling by this point. She willed herself not to be aroused but the touching and sucking were moving her closer and closer to an orgasm. She felt her nipple being pulsed in and out between her mothers lips and felt the finger tapping incessantly on her engorged clit. She opened her eyes and gasped at the sight of her breast being sucked into her mom's mouth and then tensed and groaned as her body exploded in climax.

Jill lifted her dewy finger to her mouth and sucked off her daughter's juices. It was delicious and she was very much looking forward to tasting more of it. She knew that she should feel guilt at what she had just done but there was none of that. There was only excitement and hunger. She had long ago realized that she truly was a decadent libertine.

"Do you feel any better now?" asked Jill as she continued to comb the auburn locks in her lap. Her other hand had returned to rest on Faith's breast again and she pivoted it back and forth, letting her fingers strum over the stiffened nipple.

"Not really," said Faith. She felt the fingers toying with one nipple before Jill moved her hand to the other breast to strum that nipple.

"Oh, don't be such a fuddy duddy," mocked Jill. "This will be the time of your life. You'll see."

"Well, if you liked being a slave so much, why aren't you one now?" asked Faith. "You could take my place if it's so enjoyable."

Jill laughed. "Actually, I was supposed to be the slave on this trip. We still rotate as the bottom. But it seems that they already have a girl so my turn will have to wait."

"Arrgggghhh," growled an exasperated Faith. "You are impossible! I had no idea that you were so perverted!"

Jill laughed again. "You are right. You have no idea. I could make a stone blush." She emphasized her point by giving Faith's breast a squeeze, causing her daughter to cringe.

"Darling, these are wonderful," Jill continued, giving one breast and then the other a squeeze. "I'm going to have hours of fun with these babies." She started slapping the bottoms of the breasts with her fingers, causing them to bounce on Faith's chest. She enjoyed the sound of her hand striking the firm orbs and watching the animated movement of the twin mounds of flesh. "These were designed for fun. I can't get over how firm they are. I mean, I knew they were firm from when you go braless. But I had no idea how delightful they are. Has Jane talked at all about getting them pierced?"

"Mom!" protested Faith. "How could you even think such a thing?"

"You would look so exotic with a ring in each nipple; maybe some wide gold hoops. Oh, I'm getting wet just thinking about it."

"You're impossible, Mom. I can't believe you just said that. And I can't believe that you would even consider mutilating my body."

"Oh pish! You got your ears pierced and you didn't consider that to be mutilation. This would just be one more decoration for your beautiful body. Yes, I think a ring here." She pinched one nipple. "And a ring here." She pinched the other nipple hard enough that Faith gasped.

"Maybe a tattoo here," Jill traced her finger over Faith's mound. "Of course this would all have to go." She grabbed a tuft of the short pubic hair that had started to grow back and tugged lightly.

"Mom!"

"Yes. A little dragon with its mouth open at your clit. Or maybe a decorative script that says ‘Mom's slave.'" Jill was enjoying shocking her daughter. And she was thoroughly enjoying being able to take advantage of the delightful naked charms.

"Mom!"

"And one more ring here." She punctuated her sentence by gripping Faith's clit and pinching hard, causing the girl to yelp in pain. "Or another gold hoop. That would look stunning."

"Mom!"

Jill raised her hand and brought it down, spanking Faith's sex hard. The wet slapping sound echoed throughout the room, only to be covered by Faith's scream. Jill then started to lovingly caress the slick petals, trying to soothe her daughter's pain. "Hush, little girl. Let Mama worry about things."

"M…" Faith started to say but stopped herself, not wanting to incur another spank. She raised her hands to cover her sex and rub the punished flesh.

"Hands down," Jill instructed. "Don't ever let me see you covering yourself."

"But Mom, it hurt."

"That's nothing," Jill replied. "Wait until Annie gets a hold of you. She's the little sadist in the family."

"And you aren't?" asked Faith with a sarcastic tone.

"No, actually I'm not," Jill remarked as she moved her hand to cover Faith's sex. She gently rubbed the punished flesh, enjoying the slick softness.

"What are you then?"

"I'm not sure there's a name for it. I like a little pain now and then. But I'm more into delicious humiliation. And I have been loving all of your blushing."

"Well this sure is humiliating enough," agreed Faith. "I can't think of anything more embarrassing."

"Oh, I'm sure we'll come up with something," Jill grinned. "You shouldn't have any trouble with Jane, though, as long as you behave. She's mostly just into control."

The three sisters were a lot alike in many ways. Jill was the oldest at thirty eight. Jane was thirty six and Ann was the baby of the family at thirty five. All were beautiful with naturally blonde hair and shapely figures. Each of them maintained their bodies well through diet and exercise.

As they rotated the roles of slavegirl and dominants, they had each gravitated to a different aspect of BDSM. They had to be careful about how far they went with each other, though, because they knew that they would soon be on the receiving end.

It was always best when one of them had a slavegirl that they could share. Then, there was no fear of reprisal. It's not that they ever got too extreme. But having fresh meat allowed them to exercise their creativity. Jill knew that Faith was in for some interesting times.

"Jane tells me that you are still a virgin."

"Yes, Mama, I am."

"I assumed so. But it's nice to know." Jill continued to move her hand over the dewy folds of Faith's sex and had slipped a finger into her. "Do you want to remain a virgin?"

"Not all my life," replied Faith. "I want to get married and have children some day."

Jill slipped a second finger into the girl, causing Faith to suck in her breath and squirm a bit. "If I'm not mistaken, Annie is already dreaming up some scheme to deflower you. I will tell her not to unless you want to lose your cherry."

"Thank you, Mom. But I think Aunt Jane already told her."

Jill moved her fingers in and out of Faith and then started rubbing the girl's clit with her thumb. Faith's face turned crimson as she realized her mother was masturbating her again. She closed her eyes at the shame of what was happening to her, trying to block out the world.

"Open your eyes, little one. Look at me while I play with your succulent body."

Reluctantly, Faith did as she was told and saw her mother smiling down at her. For some reason, her mother looked different now. She was still a beautiful woman. But now, she had a devilish, almost devious, look in her eyes. Although she still looked loving and warm, there was no sign of innocence.

Faith watched in horror as Jill lowered her lips to her full breast again and captured the nipple. While one hand skillfully moved Faith toward orgasm, the other one snaked a finger into Faith's mouth, pumping it in and out in unison with the ones between her thighs. It was beyond obscene in Faith's mind, but that did not prevent her from experiencing an earth shattering orgasm.