Head over to her daughter's bedroom

"Yes" Caroline says, smiling. She glances over at her clothes, and you can tell that she's wondering if she's allowed to dress for the trip next door.

You shake your head, and detect a slight smile in her reaction. "You're lucky if I don't make you crawl over there on your hands and knees."

But you don't. All in good time.

So you walk the ten feet over next door, with Caroline next to you, nude, her pussy glistening, her nipples hard, and skin goose-pimpled in the cold air.

No one notices you. Too bad. Maybe next time.

Once you get into the back door, you assess your surroundings. You're in her kitchen. A lovely, sterile suburban kitchen, right out of a magazine. Of course, it is.

Caroline jumps up on the table and spreads her legs, eagerly inviting you into her cunt.

You walk up to her, straddling her thighs.

And give her a smack across the face. She grunts just a little. "Good girl." you say. "I approve of your eagerness. But I get to decide where and when we do it, understand?'

"Yes"

"Good." You smile. Time to test out the waters a bit more. "Now take me to your daughter's room."

Caroline nods. She doesn't hesitate. She doesn't flinch. She is immediately agreeable. She's learning.

She heads up the stairs, down a hall and opens the door into a room. No one is there. It's just you and Caroline standing in the room.

Which is purple, pictures of rainbows and kittens hang on the walls. Stuffed animals are tossed on a few chairs and dressers. A poster of Taylor Swift is in the corner. A big silver Z hangs on the wall above the bed.

You glance around for pictures of the girl. But there are none. Of course there aren't. Teenagers today don't print out their pictures. You sit on the bed. It creaks.

"You may talk." you say to Caroline. "tell me about your daughter."

Caroline smiles. "Her name is Zoe. She's 18 years old, a senior in high school. She likes art, she's really into sewing..." her excitement shows. Despite the fact that she's being corrupted, degraded, she's still a mom talking about her girl. It's adorable. And you can't wait to transform it into something dirty.

"Find her makeup" you interrupt her. So she stops talking and does as you ask. It's not hard. It's scattered about on the top of a dresser. Caroline walks over to it and glances at you. "Put on her makeup. Put on her lipstick. Put that scrunchie in your hair."

So she does. Zoe's makeup has glitter in it. Of course it does. Her lipstick is pink, not hot pink, but more pink than any grown adult woman would ever wear.

Caroline looks over at you once she's done. You wonder just how much she resembles her daughter right now. You'll find out soon enough.

"Should I put my hair in pig tails?" She asks playfully.

"Does your daughter wear pig tails?"

"No, usually just a pony tail." She says.

"Then do that."

And she does.

"Good, now come over here." You direct her toward the bed. "All fours" you say, and she obeys. You're fully in the moment now. "Your name is Zoe. And mine is Daddy. Understand?"

"Yes Daddy" Caroline answers, again without hesitation.

You feel your body warm with anticipation. You're anxious. You're in control. "Beg me to fuck your ass."

"Please fuck my ass Daddy" Caroline says, her voice breathless. You're not sure if she's shocked by your request or not, but she seems to enjoy it. "Please Daddy. I want your cock in my ass so bad."

You smack her ass. Hard. She yelps. You're pleased. Your cock is hard.

You spread her ass cheeks and spit down onto her crack. She let's out a slight "mmm"

Then you pull out your cock. It's gotten so very hard again so very quick.

"Please Daddy. I've dreamed about this moment so many times."

You hold it up to her asshole.

"Shove it in my Daddy. Fill me. I want to be your little slut."

You shove it in.

"FUCK DADDY! YES!"

And you begin to thrust into her. Then again, then again. Her ass is plump, but her asshole is so very tight.

"Has anyone fucked you in the ass before Zoey?" You ask, as the sound of your flesh slapping together fills the room.

"No Daddy" She begins to pant.

"Do you think anyone has fucked your mommy's ass before?" You ask.

"Probably. Mommy.... is very dirty... which is probably why.... I'm very dirty.... and.... OH FUCK!" She can't speak any longer. She just grunts and whimpers as you continue to thrust your cock into her ass.

You slide your hand up and down her sweaty back. grabbing onto her waist and hips.

She reaches over, grabs a pillow and bites the corner. But her muffled whimpers are still audible.

And it's not long before you're ready to cum. You try to hold off for a few moments, enjoying the sensation of fucking her ass too much. But you can't hold off too long.

"Turn around and suck my cum out of my filthy cock." you demand.

And immediately Caroline slides her ass off your cock and flips around, as if you've just offered her the most wonderful thing in the world. She's blind with desire and excitement as she slides your shaft into her mouth, and it explodes with seed.

Your eyes roll into your head for a second. But there's no time to get lost. You still have to act. You grab her by the throat.

"Don't swallow it" You demand.

She stares back up with you, desire and sweat in her eyes.

You slap her face with your other hand. "Don't swallow it." Again you slap. She nods, or at least tries to.

She holds your jizz, what felt like a gallon of jizz, in her mouth.

"Go over and spit it on her mirror." you order.

And again, there's no hesitation. Caroline jumps off the bed, walks up to Zoe's big desktop mirror, and let's the cum fly from her mouth, like buckshot all over her daughter's mirror.

She turns to look back at you, panting, some cum and saliva dripping from her mouth. She smiles. You know she's naughty, but doubt she's ever done anything quite like this. She's progressing nicely.

"Your little girl will come home today and look at herself, never knowing what exactly happened. Never knowing that she's looking at what she would look like covered in cum that her mom sucked out of a cock that was in her ass, as she was pretending to be her little girl."

Caroline takes a deep breath.

You continue. "That is... unless we tell her."