Helen has a little discussion with Sofia

The residents of the beach house left their bed much later than usual, their already short night hadn’t been very restful. Amanda and Richard had enjoyed their usual round of kinky action, their lust-fueled by the strip club events despite none of them knowing the other was there. Stacy had trouble finding sleep too, her mind replaying the events with Amanda over and over. She had to use her fingers twice last evening to calm the heat in her loins and she could still feel a dull horniness after she woke up.

« Damn, I really wish I have dildo right now, » she thought, not remembering how she despised these before.

Meanwhile, Helen was far more conflicted about these new feelings than her daughter. She had always considered herself to be a prim and proper wife and mother, but seeing her naked in the bedroom’s large mirror was shaking her views. Dishevelled hair, erect nipples capping her large tits, a wild glare in her eyes… Her reflection reminded her of her dream at the Varko’s house when she saw a latex-clad version of herself in the mirror. "And that damn tramp-stamp ! " she thought, turning her back toward the mirror, "I look like a whore with this. I’m gonna have a word with that east-European bitch!" A tingle coming from her inked skin made her shiver, she couldn’t help but remembering the wild time she had dominating her husband. "Poor Kent thought he was in control, " she smirked, "I really tired him out last night. "

Turning her head toward the bed, she smiled when she saw a distinctive bulge under the sheets, her sleeping husband apparently recovered some stamina. Helen licked her lips as she moved toward the bed, hips swaying more than usual, time to wake him up with a treat.

***

"I can’t believe it!" Stacy said to Amanda, her eyes on her mother’s back. "She always said tattoos were bad, that only sluts or attention-seeking people get them. And now she has a tramp stamp on her after getting drunk last night."

"Yeah, Sofia has a talent for bringing out people’s hidden personalities and showing them some real fun," Amanda answered. Both of them were catching some rays near the Varko’s pool. Arman had invited Richard and Kent for some work-related meeting and the two women had gladly accepted Sofia’s invitation to enjoy the pool. At first, Helen thought of refusing, still pissed at her. But finally, she came over too.

"I can’t believe you did that to me !" Helen exclaimed, trying to not raise her voice too much. "I look like a whore with that!"

"Helen please, calm down," Sofia said, never losing her calm and seductive attitude as she talked to Helen. "I didn’t do anything to you, it was you who insisted to get a tattoo after seeing these tattooed biker chicks at the bar."

"Wh-What, no I never…" Helen stammered. She tried to remember the previous night but her memories were fuzzy. She vaguely remembered some of the women having tattoos and piercings, which gave them a slutty look but she wasn’t like them.

"I was drunk, you shouldn’t have let me do this. And the pattern, it’s so… so… If only it was something cute or elegant !"

"But Helen, you were shown a whole range of designs to choose from, including roses and cute fluffy kittens. You surprised me when you chose the devil design. It must have spoken to you in some way," the raven-haired beauty said with a soothing tone.

"And it’s not the only wild thing you did yesterday," she added with a mischievous smile.

"Oh lord !" Helen said with a horrified tone. Staring at Sofia’s phone, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. The video was showing her, on her hands and knees in a filthy alley, being roughly fucked by some stranger. A dreadful feeling invaded her as she saw herself being dominated, shrieking in delight like a bitch in heat. She wanted to scream, to run away, far from Sofia, far from this island. She cheated on Kent with a complete stranger like a common whore. "No wonder I have a tramp stamp. I’m just a tramp," she thought.

"And it felt so good," she thought. She didn’t know where this came from but seeing herself getting fucked like this made her horny, she could feel a dull heat radiating from her tattoo, enveloping her. Her mind was in turmoil, split between shame and her growing desires. Helen’s excitement wasn't missed by Sofia, the busty woman smiling as she saw Helen’s nipples hardening against her sundress and her eyes losing their focus. She put her hand on Helen’s lower back, repressing a moan when she felt the cursed tattoo’s dark energy fueling Helen’s lust. "Damn, I can’t wait to see this whore’s head between my thighs," Sofia thought. "As soon as the others leave, I’m gonna fuck Arman so hard."

"Don’t worry my dear," Sofia said. "We all make some mistakes, but I assure you your secret is safe. And between you and me, you seemed to enjoy this a lot, right?"

"I-I don’t…" Helen spluttered, her eyes still on the screen. Seeing herself on her knees drinking the biker’s load made her mouth water. She instinctively licked her lips, remembering the taste of the man’s seed in her mouth. "God I should suck Kent more often," she thought, forgetting her worries, Sofia’s soothing voice a distant sensation.

"Helen, are you with me?" Sofia exclaimed, pulling her out of her erotic daydreaming.

"Ah, s-sorry."

"Listen dear, don’t worry about that, no one else will see this. And as for the tattoo, it will be your little souvenir. We should join Stacy and Amanda and enjoy the sun."

"Yes, you’re right sorry," Helen answered, blushing deeply as she tried to remember why she was so angry with Sofia. Both women joined the others, Helen removing her dress so she could sunbathe in her tiny white bikini. She didn’t say anything when her daughter removed her bra, sunbathing topless like Amanda. But Stacy noticed her mother’s panties was almost entirely transparent, thanks to Helen’s arousal.

"I wonder what they were talking about before," she thought. "God I shouldn’t look at her, it’s not right." But she didn’t stop staring.