I gazed out the window watching the snow flakes tumble from the sky. How I wished it wasn’t storming. Stephi was coming home for the Christmas Holiday and I found myself anxious to see my daughter again. A smile came to my lips remembering our time spent together during the summer. We had developed a special kind of relationship. We had spent the remainder of the summer exploring each other completely, mind, body and soul. Just thinking of her delicious pink cunt made my own ache with need. Shaking my head I moved away from the window and moved into the kitchen thinking keeping busy would help pass the time until she arrived.
As I stuffed the turkey with stuffing I could not help but imagine stuffing Stephani's sweet cavity with my own tiny fist. I had thought so much of how we would spend our time together and my body almost ached with need and anticipation. Imagine my surprise when I had gotten a call from her this morning asking if it was ok to bring her roommate home for the holidays. At first I felt a great disappointment because I wanted her all to myself. Would all my holiday plans be ruined? Then I remembered that Tara had introduced Stephi to her desires for other women the possibilities of an exciting weekend increased. Again I was looking forward to this visit very much. Since Summer I had purchased a few new toys and had kept them tucked safely away in my dresser drawer just for this occasion.
From an online catalog I had found a vaginal spectrum like they use in a doctors office when doing a female exam. I had spent many nights masturbating to the thought of those cold clamps stretching my daughter's walls wide. Among my other purchases was a ball gag that would look lovely in her hot slutty mouth. I had also ordered a leather crop as well as adjustable nipple clamps that had heart shaped weights to attach for added pleasure. Covering the now stuffed Turkey I remembered, my latest purchase was made as an afterthought once finding out Tara would be joining us.
I heard the car pull into the driveway. Washing my hands quickly I found myself almost running to the door. Flinging it open there she was, so beautiful in her youthful perfection. My arms reached for her, drawing her to me, my lips boldly finding hers. There was nothing motherly about the way our lips met and crushed together. My daughter knew without a doubt it was her Mistress now who drank from her mouth. For a moment it was as if no one else was there as we embraced and ground our bodies together. Then as if in unison we pulled apart and I turned to look at Tara, "Hello, I am, Deb, I'm so glad to finally meet you."
Tara seemed almost cold in her greeting to me. I was puzzled for a moment but then once I realized that she felt threatened by me, another dominant woman I had to smile. I would be sure and take care of that right off the bat. This was my home and there was only one Mistress. Me.
The two girls, with bags in hand, entered the house. I noticed the subtle differences between them, my daughter petite and blonde with long flowing strands that tumbled down over her heart shaped ass. Tara was a beauty in her own way. She was dark skinned, Perhaps Asian.? I could not be sure. She was short yet her build was stocky. Not overweight. Her breasts were small and barely a handful for my own small hands I was sure. The swell of her hips a beacon that she screamed she would look lovely splayed wide open. Her lips were thin and her chocolate eyes seemed to speak of unknown depths. The contrast between the girls was sharp yet complimented each other as well.