Reader advisory: this details the first part an extended female dominance and submission session of correction, in this part all female. It is more of sensual torment than punitive punishment, although there is some hard ass spanking. If that, dominant women are not your thing, skip this and part 10! Also skip ahead if for you erotica is only about frantic fucking as, frankly, there isn't any.
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"Imagine, the Correctional Courtyard for Inn C'Est Resort!" Mum swung her arms and round gesturing at what had been the old farmyard, now part cleared, part building site. "What fun correction in the sun! And it's just so, oh so much more thrilling, teaching and receiving when correctional lessons have an audience!" She giggled naughtily. "Soon I as your mistress need to give you all a lesson in correction!"
"Yes mistress, thank you." We all replied if not at the same time, in close sequence.
"Oh my dears, if only you had each not been so naughty or disobedient. But." Mum clapped her hands. "In your own way, you each have been, and so as your adoring mistress I must apply the correction each, in your own way, need!" Again we all chirruped affirmatively.
Mum spun round again, the loosest, flabbiest of her abundant flesh struggled to help up with her exuberance. It was mums big, pendulous tits and floridly abundant mess of labia that always grabbed the eye. Well, my eye as her adoring, obedient, submissive and delightfully incestuous son.
My sister and I had been big babies and our two births in next to no time wrecked mums cunt as we forced our way out into the world. But thankfully dad liked the look and the last twenty years so had I, when I could. I had on family visits admired the obviously overripe mess of her cunt when she wore a bikini or leggings. Mum being mum she was quite unabashed to display not a neat camel toe but a messy, magnificent labial abundance, that some bikinis had, to my and latterly my sons delight, frequently failed to restrain.
But recently we had let our natural love for each other reach its fullest physical expression. I had at last been treated to the full incestuous delights of fucking the very cunt that conceives me. I had now cum in my mum many times and also her mouth and asshole for that matter. I knew mum was well past childbearing, but our mutual desire to express our love physically, our animal need to breed each other was irresistible.
I understood my own urges, I thought, well for men their masculinity normally hangs visibly represented by their balls. Well, for mum at the apex of her cunt, normally in mums fleshy mons Venus, was the wonder of her wanton womanhood. Mum had a large clitoris, a thumb like lady cock which, it seemed, drove her insatiable desire for the pleasures of the flesh in pursuit of her ecstasy of orgasm.
And of course I, well we all loved her heavy tits, skeins of stretch marks and gorgeous blue veins ran back from the crown of plump, pink plum nipples. Actually with the way they hung down it was more like teats on a milk cows udders. But oh how she loved to be squeezed, suckled and nipped to the extent it would make her get off. Bra less in public mum relished the way her big saggy boobs jiggled swung in too tight, too sheer tops. The disapproving scowls from most women and jaw dropping lust from the lovers of big tits, most men and some women, was a major thrill for her.
Indeed mum had recently discovered a love of more extreme tits play and torture. That was after a hot and steamy revenge kidnap role play where Carol bound them up in rope and hung mum from them on sex swing. We had since recreated that a few times, although not taking her full weight just on her tits, but it had definitely stretched and sagged them even more deliciously to my mind.
Oh yes, my gorgeous hot and horny whore of a mum didn't just love giving lessons in correction as mistress, she enjoyed learning them as a submissive pupil. God I was so lucky to be fucking, sucking and much more, with my majestic mother so often these past few weeks. Oh, and my sister and then our new friend Carol had joined in with our filthy family fun.
Today we had hoped to induct Suzy into our passion play, and so far she was proving a promisingly and very pleasurable willing supplicant. She stiffened noticeably as mum spoke, genuinely excited by the prospect of her first correctional. She was our friend Carol's daughter, coincidentally at the ages of 50 and 25.
And so all four beautiful women, each contrasting in age, form and looks, were here today. In this sun filled courtyard we were all quite naked and they a feast for my ogling eyes, stirring the attentions of my cock.
We were buying what would become In C'Est resort which was, first phase anyway structurally mostly complete. But the prior owners ran out of cash. We were then going to run it as an adults only resort with mum and Carol already touting for business in their incest forums. Families could come here and freely express the full extent of their physical love. And just now mum had come up with the idea for its Correctional Courtyard.
For its inaugural this afternoon we didn't have the fancy stocks, benches, star frames and the range other devices of correctional humiliation that mum saw in her minds eye. But we did had a selection of builders pallets, some picnic blankets and mums special bag. Mum had packed it for the the various eventualities of the day and so was a well stocked special bag.
Indeed the very purpose of today's visit was to get Suzy into accepting, indeed now wanting, correction. Then our dear, debauched friend her own mum, Carol, could humiliate her daughter as payback for all the years of cruel and cutting comments. Suzy was a hot little baby doll type, a willowy blonde who looked taller than she was. She was pretty, a bit, just a bit, too pretty to my eye and a youthful 25 that passed for 18. She was still a childless maiden and her body was trim, taught and tight, including as my ravaging cock had found out earlier, her perfect pert pussy. Whilst her titties we're tiny they were topped with quite extravagant cup cake nipples that easily made up for the lack of mammary mass.
Suzy was, as she knew, a smoking hot baby doll type that some men went for big time. And so even as she left her terrible teens behind her, she had continued to mock her shorter, abundantly bouncing buxom mum. For years she had cruelly ridiculed her by then divorced, single mum for being so much dumpier and frumpier.
Well of course I could see the attraction in Suzy, but I actually preferred her MILF momma who I well knew was most certainly not frumpy. The buxom, dumpy look I liked, a lot, especially after her snatch was shaven smooth and as her big tits had been rejuvenated in a desperate attempt to keep her ex. Her boobs had been tweaked, tightened and lifted, not enlarged so they were preternaturally perky for a 50 year old mum of two. But bags of fun alright, and it was just from her tits, Carol had freely given abundant pleasures to us all.
Carol, it turned out, had met mum a few months ago online in a discrete forum for mature mums with shared interests in incest. They had, literally, clicked with each other and their chat had helped fire and inspire their deepest mother love...and I was the first lucky recipient of that. I was over forty now but in good shape and sad, alone and sexless after my divorce had got chatting to mum on the phone. Slowly over months we had gone from sympathy and support for my mum in my celibacy to flirty and then gotten hotter and hornier with each other. I hadn't know in the background that mums increasingly raunchy chat was inspired by that forum and Carol especially. Well, for that I was extremely grateful to Carol.
