She gives you something else to lick

As soon as you licked the spill clean up off the floor, she finishes her praises of her good kitty girl. Your face is beat red, feeling so much shame, terror, and arousal that you are paralyzed on the brink of tears. So when the older beauty walks back around you and sits in her chair, legs apart and robe open, you stare like an idiot.

“Well? My god you are a brain dead bimbo aren’t you. Here! Now!”

She reaches forward, grabbing your hair and pulling hard, forcing you to crawl forward face first into her muff. “Enjoy some more cream kitty.” She commands, and you nervously start lapping her up. It dawns on you this is the same Pussy you caught your mom licking last night… shit you really are going down her path! Are you gonna end up like… your thoughts trail off as she starts giving instructions how to lick, where to suck, what rhythm to use and how to change it up. You obey, unable to think past following every precise instruction. You think you hear people leave the room, but buried between her thighs under your kitchen table you have no idea.

Soon the intoxicating aroma of her cooch, the following precise orders from someone praising and humiliating you, drops your mind from any remaining form of rationality deep into a subspace trance. You feverishly lick to her orders, which she finds harder to give as she reaches the edge. You are so fixated, so aroused, your mind is totally on the task at hand as your 18 year old body starts to hump the air. Finally, she grabs your hair painfully tight, burying you with no chance for air as she muffled her own screams of ecstasy.