Denial

You wake up with a dampness between your legs. Nope. Just take off your panties, throw them to the side of your room, and not think about that dream. You were NOT curious about being a **** to some strong, beautiful, women. And you WEREN'T feeling hot at being **** to do things as said women humiliated you.

Leaving your room, you start making your way towards the kitchen but you stop when you hear a faint something in the hallway. Its coming from your mother's room. There's a definite panting sound accompanied with a low, steady, humming. You stare at the door for a moment trying to focus on what it exactly is you're hearing.

"Please let me rest mistress. You've been having me - ugggghhhh," your mother crys into a low groan of an orgasm.

"Do you deserve to have any sleep you fat slut? If you're tired already, maybe we SHOULD wake one of your brats up," she taunts with laugh, "you're lucky for these cow tits. They're the only reason we keep you around," a statement that's immediately followed by a yelp. Did she bite your mother right then? Or did she do something else? You had to know!

"Maybe you WANT us to enslave one of your daughters," the woman accused, "imagine the rebelious one crawling along the floor with you. Her mouth finally being put to good use between my legs."

You find yourself subconsciously rubbing your hands between your legs. Fuck! You had to accept that you were awakening to something here. You mother pleads, "Ouuuuuuuu- God please. Have mercy!"

You don't think she even cared about not making noise anymore. You're too focused to notice Karen creeping up behind you, wearing your mom's robe.

"Well good morning you! What's got you up so early?"

Any of the rebeliousness you usually have is gone, completely thrown off from how you saw her last night. "I, um, I heard a noise."

"Oh? So you came to save your mother," Karen then turned you around by the shoulders, "or to join her?"

This left you completely stun-locked, she just casually confirmed what her and that other woman were doing with your mother. I mean, who does that? Karen continues, "its a game your mother loves to play with us."

"Bullshit! Why would she just let you do things like that to her?"

With an air of superiority she answers, "Because she's a **** at heart... Who likes to be treated as such."

Your heart beat faster at that, did your mother... LIKE being a sex ****? The fire between your legs was here in full ****.

"You know, if you go through that door, there's no going back. Me and Charlotte, will do whatever we want to you. Just like we do to your mother." Almost on cue, you hear a small cry of extacy from the closed door.

With a growing grin Karen breaks you from your thoughts, "how about we make a deal?"

With wide hazel eyes you glace up towards her, "What kind of deal?"

Leaning down, she lets her dirty blonde hair brush against you before purring, "if you strip your clothes off here, and walk through that door... you can enjoy the pleasures your mother does."

You stood in front of the door, the sounds of the Charlotte mocking your mother echoing as Karen rubbed your shoulders behind you. "You know what you want. Just turn the knob."