"Go eat out your mom"

Paisley’s mouth drops in shock (although probably also because she subconsciously knows she’s going to need it open for a while).

“C’mon,” you say in a cruel, nasty tone, “If you’re curious about being a cunt-eater, now you get to.” It's a brilliant idea. What better way to ruin the temptation of a woman’s slit forever then associating it with the memory of being **** to dyke-out on her own mom?

With a very confused expression (struggling to let go of her youthful naivety and embrace a man's demands), she glances over at her mom, probably thinking she’ll save her in this situation. But while Susan might be a bad mom, she is clearly a good, obedient, patriotic slut, and she’s already pulling her dress up to her hips, spreading her thighs, and sliding her panties down to her ankles. Still, she clearly knows who’s in charge here.

Paisley then turns her big doey, **** eyes to you, filled with waning hope that maybe you’ll change your mind and her very first sexual experience doesn’t have to be this.

“Now!” You say harshly.

Slowly, the teenager crawls across her bedroom floor to where her mother’s open legs, wet maternal slit, and trim, fiery pussy waits for her. She hesitates and looks up at her mother once more.

(Aside: What's up with this family and not shaving themselves fully? It would be enough to suspect they're a bunch of libtard feminists if they weren't being so obedient right now)

“Are you a good obedient girl or not?” Susan asks, clearly very nervous but excited. “Then stop thinking and start doing.”

Tension is thick in the room; Paisley’s bedroom, filled with pink bed sheets and purple curtains, and stuffed animals, probably almost all purchased for her over the years by her mom; her mom whose eager slit is now inches from her young tongue.

The young girl moves her face forward slowly. Her mother slides her long fingers into her daughter’s hair, grabs a handful and shoves her head the rest of the way.

“Mmmmm” immediately she lets out a moan, “Yes!... Lick! Lick!” Paisley’s jaw gyrates into her mother’s cunt as Susan gyrates her crotch at her daughter’s mouth. “Deeper!” She shouts through clenched teeth “Deeper!”

Clearly Paisley is struggling to follow your orders to their fullest. If she needs some help committing all to her mother’s gaping hole, you can provide that help. You walk over, position yourself behind the teenager (who is on all fours) and take out your cock. It’s hard. The sight of mother and daughter locked in a forbidden act by your order is hot, even if their red-haired beauty isn’t as patriotic as it should be. Still, you remind yourself, you're not doing this for your own pleasure, but for the greater good that is America.

You hold your cock up to Paisley’s soft, young twat, feeling fairly certain this will likely be her first cock. It’s a fitting punishment that she’ll have to experience it while suffering the humiliation of tasting her mother on her tongue.

Then you shove yourself inside her. She screams a muffled scream that only gets more muffled as you begin to thrust with abandon, shoving her face deeper and harder into her mom. She's amazingly tight. Her pussy practically pushes back at you. You place your hands on the girl's slim, sweaty hips and thrust harder.

After a few minutes of muffled screams and powerful thrusts, you feel like your cock has planted itself securely inside the girl. You reach over, grab a handful of her messy red hair and pull her face back. Her tongue stretches out toward her mom's cunt, aching to continue.

"Do you like being a sick lesbian slut?" You ask with a laugh.

Paisley is clearly exhausted. "I... I don't know." She doesn't realize that any pleasure she's feeling is pleasure at filling her natural role as a man's obedient inferior. Her mom clearly gets it. Susan's mouth is open, her eyes are glazed. Her brain has shut off, as it should when in the presence of a commanding cock.

You should probably give the girl a few more commands to make her understand. So you say, "Give your mommy a kiss."

Paisley raises her face up to her mother's. Their tongues tangle together almost instantly. It's a long, saliva-filled kiss. You hope Susan appreciates tasting herself on her daughter's tongue. You doubt her husband Jim could ever make her do such a thing. That man has truly neglected his family.

"Now suck her tit." You demand.

And Paisley's face quickly slides down to her mom's chest. Susan pulls the top of her neckline down, exposing a magnificent breast and hard, eraser-shaped nipple. Paisley wraps her pink lips around it and begins to suck. Susan lets out a deep, sultry moan.

You smile. "Is it nice to feel her doing that again, Mommy?" You ask. Susan's head nods like she's a fucking bobble-head doll.

You're enjoying the show so much you almost don't notice that you've slipped out of Paisley's little twat. You grab your cock to push yourself back and and notice it feels slicker than expected. Glancing down at it confirms what you've suspected all along.

"Enough!" You say and Paisley immediately pulls her mouth off her mother. She's getting it. Just needs a few more good instructions to follow. "Clean me off." You demand.

She flips her small, tired frame around fast, her face suddenly an inch from your throbbing cock. She doesn't hesitate at the realization that it's covered in the blood of her broken cunt. She simply wraps her lips around the head and pushes them down. You wonder if this is her first blow job. She's not particularly skilled, just sliding her lips up and down, but she's trying her best.

"All the way down." You say.

Again, Paisley obeys. You feel the head of your meat slip past her tonsils. You feel her exhausted body tighten and wretch. But she makes no attempt to relent. You think you've finally gotten through to her. You glance up at her mother who simply watches dumbfounded. Sometimes living in a patriarchal world is a real annoyance. You're lucky that your wife Amber is very intuitive. She understands what you want before you even say it. But too many low effort sluts need everything spelled out for them. Such is the burden of being the sex that makes all the decisions.

"Don't just watch. Clean up your daughter." You say.

Susan nods and slips her self down to the ground where her daughter's messy, juicy, bloody pussy waits for attention. She starts giving it long deep licks.

You feel yourself ready to explode down Paisley's throat when a thought enters your mind; an unavoidable thought.