a strap-on (switch to Caroline POV)

You lie there on your daughter's bed, nude, eager, your breasts heaving with anticipation, one hand gripping her diary. All you can think of is the many ways that you could possibly demonstrate to your pretty, little girl that she is, in fact, a slut, and quite ready to take it hard in her ass.

For a split second you wonder if this is wrong. Then you laugh to yourself. This is what you've become. Someone who has to wonder if taking her own daughter's ass is wrong. Of course it is. But it's too late to do anything else. You're too far gone. And soon, Zoe will be too.

The door opens up. It's time.

But it's not. It's just the master, tossing something at you. A strap-on, from Shannon's closet.

Damn, your older daughter is quite the wild slut. You can't wait until she's a part of this too.

But right now, your focus is on Zoe. Sweet, young, Zoe, who wondered in her diary if anal sex was something that only porn stars and sluts do. You smile. When she walks in on you naked and used on her bed, she'll understand that she's inherited a level of sluttiness she never knew existed.

How will she react when she see's you naked and used on her bed, you wonder.

But there's little time to wonder. The door is opening again.

And there stands Zoe, pretty, big eyes, the same color dark blonde hair as yours, a little curlier, in a tight little top, wrapped around her a-cups, intentionally revealing more than a little skin at her midriff and then tight, skinny jeans.

She stares at you. Is she going to be shocked, terrified, humiliated? She barely reacts at all.

"What's going on, Mom?" She asks. The word 'mom' echoes in your ears. Once upon a time, perhaps, you were her mom. Now you're just the cunt who's going to destroy her.

"Just reading your diary hon." you answer playfully.

"Mom?" She seems more confused than angry.

"Just reading your diary and getting off." You smirk again.

"M....mom?"

"There's some hot stuff in here. Is that dumb boyfriend of yours really fingering your ass?"

"M..."

"Get over here now!" you order in your most serious, severe, mom voice. And Zoe obeys. She's had a lifetime to learn that when mom sounds like that you simply obey. You sit up on the bed. "You're going to be punished." You say. You can tell that Zoe doesn't really understand why, or how, or what's happening. You've thrown her off her axis a bit. "Bend over my knee" You order.

"M....mom?" She whispers. You sense just the slightest bit of arousal in her mannerisms. The way her eyes open wide, the way she shifts from one foot to another. You know because that's what you do. It never occurred to you, since you never expected to see Zoe aroused, that in those moments, she'd take after you as well. She bends over your knee.

And you slowly pull down her jeans, revealing her ripe, young ass. You give it a spank.

"Do you suck your boyfriend's cock?" You ask. Another spank.

"Y...yes"

"Do you fuck him?" Another spank.

"Y...yes"

"Do you like it when his finger is in your ass?" A hesitation, then another spank.

"Yes!"

"Do you want his cock in your asshole?" a hard spank.

"Yes!"

"Then why don't you take it?" Spank

"I don't want to be a sl..." she braces for another spank. You give it.

"Do you think your mom has ever taken it in the ass?" You ask.

"I don't know." Zoe answers. The response is greeted with a spank. "Maybe... yes... yes."

"Why do you think that?" You ask less demanding an more playfully

"Well... you used to be pretty when you were young so maybe...." that response deserves the hardest possible spank. Zoe yelps and you almost think you hear her whisper, "yes"

You stop spanking just long enough to slip your middle and ring finger between your lips and you shove them all the way down your mouth, making sure to get them very, very wet.

"Do you think your mom is a slut?" you ask.

But Zoe doesn't have time to answer before you spread her pale, young ass cheeks and slide both fingers deep into her anus.

She whispers again. "Yes" But you're not sure if that's an answer to your question or a reaction to your fingers inside her.

"If you're already a slut like your Mommy, shouldn't you embrace it?" you ask.

"Yes!" This time it's more audible. This time she wants you to hear.

"Shouldn't you want nothing more than to be a slut?"

"Yes!"

"All the time?" Your fingers slide in and out of her asshole. Her body shakes and shudders. The same thing yours does when you're happy.

"Yes"

"Then tell me." You take a deep breath. "Who do you want in your asshole?"