Awaking pleasure.

Lacy woke up the next day as the sunshine beamed through her window and landed across her naked body. She rolled off her bed and stretched out her arms as she stood and walked across to her dresser. She wasn’t fully awake but as she opened her drawer. Looking into it, the previous days’ events came crashing into her mind. Her body shook and her face blushed red. She turned to look at her herself in the mirror on her dresser. Her legs quivered as she brushed her hand softly across her backside. The redness was almost non existent though, she could still feel the sting of her humiliating punishment. Looking at her rear in the mirror, she bent ever so slightly forward and spread her ass apart. She gazed at her most intimate parts, her lips parted slightly as she watched herself become wet.

Her mind was racing, she didn’t know what she was doing, well she did but she couldn’t believe it. She was letting her lust and arousal lead her as her hand slid down to her lips. She felt her juices as she slowly circled her fingers. Why was she so wet? What was she doing? Where two of a million thoughts racing through her mind. Slowly she pulled her hand back up letting it rest between her bum. She bent forward more and pressed her middle finger, slicked in her own wetness, down against her anus. She took a deep breath then she pushed her finger into herself.

“Oh fuck!” - Lacy.

She immediately covered her mouth with her free hand, she didn’t mean to say that aloud, especially not that loud.

Amanda was in the kitchen making breakfast when she heard her youngest exclaim an expletive. She turned to her eldest and asked her to go check on her sister.

“Make sure she’s okay” - Amanda

Natalie nodded and practically flew out of her seat. Though when faced with the stairs her flight shifted into tip toeing as to make the least amount of sound possible. Creeping closer to her sisters room she could hear what could only be described as muffled moans. Natalie held her ear to Lacy’s door.

On the other side lacy was still looking at herself in the mirror. She was slowly pumping her finger in and out of her newly unvirginized asshole. She bit her lip and moved her hand down from her mouth, believing she could remain quiet enough as her free hand made its way to her throbbing clit. She felt herself surpassing the point of no return. As she declined hard into her first anal orgasm her attention was drawn to the edge of the mirror as she made direct (reflected) eye contact with her sister who stood with her trademarked sinister smile in the doorway.

“Uuuhhhhh fuuuccckkkk noooooo!” - Lacy

She fell to her knees in in front of her dresser, face red and eyes glued to the ground. She was too ashamed to look up at her sister as she slid her finger out of her backside and covered her nakedness with her arms. She didn’t know what to do and didn’t think she could be any more humiliated. Of course she was wrong. Her heart almost stopped as she heard Natalie yell out to their mom.

“She’s okay mom, she was just playing with her arsehole!!” - Natalie

“Okay, tell her to wash her hands real good and then come down for breakfast!!” - Amanda responded.

“You heard her slut, go wash your hands then come downstairs.” - Natalie

Lacy hated that word but didn’t respond, she just waited for Natalie to walk away before pulling herself up on her feet. She begrudgingly pulled an outfit out of her dresser. She slipped on a tube top that just covered her boobs but did nothing to hide her nipples, her lower half was covered with a skirt so small she thought it belonged to a doll. It just barely covered her and definitely would not cover her if she was to bend over or sit down. She grabbed a thong a thong and headed to the bathroom to clean up before putting it on.

She sat on the toilet to pee. She shivered at the new sensation of cold air blowing against her loosened anus. She tried not to focus on it as she finished peeing and then wiped, then wiped again and again. She wiped a final time before realizing that she wasn’t wiping away pee anymore and she would not be getting dry any time soon. She washed her hands, spending extra time on her middle finger. Before sliding the thong, which she just now realized was a crotchless thong, up her legs before heading down for breakfast.

“Oh good, I was just about to send your sister back up for you. We were worried you got distracted playing with yourself again.” - Amanda

“God can you not talk about it?” - Lacy

“Quit acting like a prude, you were the one knuckle deep in your ass this morning instead of helping make breakfast.” - Natalie

Amanda laughed as lacy tried to hide her face in arms.

“Knuckle deep? Haha. Well I’m glad you’re finally embracing your sexuality, it’s about time. By the way I love the outfit you chose today, which panties did you choose?” - Amanda

Lacy prayed to every god from every religion she could think of, asking for her existence to end. At the very least she wished that Thanos’ snap was real and she was included in the half that turned to dust. She would give anything to turn to dust.

“Stop talking! Let’s just eat, seriously!” - Lacy

“What’s up your ass, oh right, you are haha, or is the lack of something up there that’s got you in a butts mood” - Natalie was proud of herself for that last bit.

Just like Natalie, Amanda couldn’t stop laughing after what her daughter just said. Lacy didn’t have a response. It didn’t matter though, she thought to herself, no matter what she says they’ll just turn it against her and like always she’ll be the butt of the joke.

Lacy just tried to block out the laughter that surrounded her as she grabbed two pieces of French toast and a banana to slice over top to help her feel less guilty about all the sugar she was about to consume.

After what seemed like an unnatural amount of time, her tormentors ceased laughing long enough to get their food as well. Though, giggles still persisted throughout the meal. After that breakfast was uneventful till the end. Lacy had stood up and put her plate in the dishwasher and headed for her room but was stopped by her mother.

“Before you run off, you didn’t answer my question from before. What panties are you wearing today?” - Amanda

“Uh the black ones.” -Lacy

“Well which black ones? The lacy ones, the mesh ones, the slingshot one, or the one with the pink bow?” - Amanda

“I don’t know they’re just black. Why do you care?” - Lacy

“Because I’m your mom and I care about how my daughters choose to dress themselves, because you both, no matter your age, reflect back on me as a mother. And I’d watch your tone young lady unless you want a repeat of last night.” - Amanda

Lacy couldn’t believe it, how she dresses reflects back on mom??? She’s the one who took all of her clothes away and is making her dress like a... a slut. Lacy hated that word and hated to think of herself in that way but her head was spinning with embarrassment, shame, and frustration. She was about to give her mother a mouthful until Natalie stepped in and yanked her skirt up.

“There, was that so hard Lace?” - Natalie

Amanda examined her daughters panties. Lacy had worn the black crotchless thong, it perfectly framed her glistening pink cooch and swollen clit.

“Bold choice, I’m glad you’re not hiding yourself away like you used to in those granny panties anymore. I’m sure everyone who sees you will love your improved outfit.” -Amanda

Lacy grabbed her skirt and yanked it down. She was about to scream but was caught off guard by the everyone comment. It was bad enough with just her mom and sister and the salon lady. How is she gonna live with going to school like this. Lacy’s mind was spinning, she didn’t respond and instead ran up to her room and buried her face into her pillows. Her life is over.