Sabrina awoke early the next morning, put on her robe and went downstairs to the kitchen. She found her mother there, dressed and having her morning coffee. Caroline gave her daughter a big smile, and she just looked so happy, so tranquil. Sabrina mused inwardly, "Is this what having hot sex will do for you?"
She decided, To Hell with It!, and came out and told her mother everything she'd seen. She was only slightly shocked when Caroline laughed with delight.
"You should have just barged in and spoke to us, Bree darling!," Caroline giggled. "I would have been quite happy to loan Christopher to you - he's a great fuck! Or is Vikki more to your liking?"
"MOTHERRRR!!!." Sabrina squealed, both in embarrassment and shock. Despite this, there was a slight thrill that ran through her newly-awakened body. Her nipples stiffened a bit and she felt her pussy moisten with lust.
"Chris and Vikki are students of mine at the college honey, a young couple I have quite a `rapport' with. Aren't they sexy? Ohhh, darling, can those two fuck! I am so worn out!," her mother said with a happy sigh as she drank her coffee.
Fucking her own students. Having sex with a girl and a boy. How depraved her mother was, Sabrina thought. Yet, it was this devil-may-care attitude in her mother that Sabrina found sexy and she told her so.
"I want ... I want to be more like you mother!," Sabrina said, practically shouting. "I want to be wild and unconventional, to do what feels good. I want to know what it feels like to be desirable to men! I want them to want to fuck me, to have women jealous, to be fuckable and nasty!"
"Okay darling, okay!," Caroline laughed with, not at, her daughter. "We will start the path to your corruption today." She smiled at her daughter again. "We'll have to take you shopping, get you some new clothes. Some very naughty clothes. A girl can't have too many naughty clothes. And some sexy lingerie. Every girl should have some nice underwear. Ooohhh, and a few pair of sexy heels. Any true slut should have a pair of `Fuck Me' pumps!"
Sabrina clapped her hands together in delight. "I've always wanted to have a fun, kicky, naughty wardrobe, but daddy wouldn't let me! He didn't like me to show off my body."
Caroline became intense, serious, for a brief second. "What a shame," she sighed to her daughter. "He was such a stud when I met him. Did you know that he was fucking one of my girlfriends when I first met him? One day, he walked in on my ladyfriend and I, sucking the hell out of each other's pussies. He got an instant hard-on and jumped in, he fucked the holy hell out of both of us!"
Sabrina blinked, not believing her ears. "Daddy? My daddy?"
Caroline smiled at her daughter, a smile tinged with a hint of sadness. "Your father wasn't always such a self-righteous prig hon. You can thank your precious Grandparents for pushing him into that lifestyle." The venom in her voice was tangible. Sabrina agreed with her mother's assessment of her Grandparents though. She'd only met with them a few times and hadn't been impressed. They seemed to be cold, sterile people.
Her mother's cheerful mood snapped her out of her musings. "Okay punkin', time to go shopping!," Caroline called out to her "Oh hun, by the way, when we're shopping, call me Cari, okay? I have quite a few lovers your age that we might run into, and I don't want them feeling self-conscious."