("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2000. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Lisa's Mother by John Jabbin (jjabbin@yahoo.com) *** Joyce was transforming into a submissive wife right in front of me. She carried herself differently. She noticed me watching her. She began to position her body in flattering ways for my viewing. A submissive red- headed fox is just about the most wonderful thing in the world. (MF, wife, d/s, mast) *** Author's Note: I've received some good feedback on the Lisa stories so far, but I'm a greedy bastard. I want more -- much more! The only reason I post these stories is so that people like you will tell me what they think of them. If you want to read more, pay the price by letting me know you liked the product of my warped mind. Any comments, bad or good, are welcome. Write me at the e-mail address above. If you're a minor, don't read this. If it's illegal in your country to be in possession of stories about sex, please destroy all copies of this work. Practice safe sex reading please. *** Lisa's Mom Frankly I couldn't believe what I was seeing. After introducing my daughter to the joys of Daddy-love, I had decided to give my wife an ultimatum. For fifteen years she had been cold to me, often denying me and being in many ways disrespectful. But now that I had gotten a taste of what having a warm, willing pussy around the house would be like again, I had decided to lay down the law to my wife. Let her take it or leave it! Initial indications were that she was going to take it! After I had thrown her on the bed and had my way with her beautiful body, I had laid into her ass with my belt, demanding that she get up and fix me some dinner. When she had tried to dress, I roughly pulled her selections out of her hand and pulled out some of my favorites instead. I allowed her to only wear a pair of red thong panties and a very short, very tight T-shirt. When she was dressed in that, I had swatted her ass and sent her off to the kitchen. Once in the kitchen she had demurely asked what I wanted to eat. Since I didn't want her preparing anything that took too long, I told her to fix us both the best sandwiches that she could from the ingredients we had. She quickly went to work, stepping tenderly from refrigerator to counter. I'm sure she was a little sore from her earlier treatment. As Joyce fixed the food, I contemplated further ways to immediately start setting a better tone around the house. The first thing I decided to do was to further enhance Joyce's wardrobe. I got a pair of scissors from one of the drawers and pinned Joyce against the counter. Telling her to hold still, I began to trim her T-shirt even shorter. By the time that I was through with it, the length of the shirt had been altered until it just barely covered the undersides of her large breasts. I sat the scissors down and slid them down the counter away from reach. Then I let my hands roam over Joyce's firm stomach and ass, occasionally reaching upward to grab a warm handful of tit. "You're a beautiful woman, Joyce. From now on you're not going to be hiding your body from me, you understand? You've got great tits and a nice ass and I intend to be enjoying them a lot from now on. We'll start with this wardrobe for now. I may decide I want you to wear nothing at all!" "But John, what about Lisa? It will be embarrassing for Lisa to see me walking around the house like this." "You don't even know your daughter, Joyce. If I tell Lisa this is the way it will be, she'll be fine with it. Your daughter is growing up to be a fine looking girl herself. Maybe one day she'll look as good as her mother. I want her to learn to use what she has. Now finish those sandwiches." Then I gave her what was fast becoming a traditional firm slap on the fanny. I sat at the table in the kitchen, watching my wife prepare our sandwiches and I couldn't believe my eyes. Talk about the demise of the Ice Queen! Joyce was transforming into a submissive wife right in front of me. She carried herself differently. She noticed me watching her. She began to position her body in flattering ways for my viewing. A submissive red-headed fox is just about the most wonderful thing in the world! "John, what would you like on your sandwich?" "We've been married seventeen years now Joyce. I can't believe that after all this time, you don't know what I like on a sandwich. Now I want you to go back to that counter and remember every time you've seen me make my own and every time I've ever commented on what I like. Then you make me a sandwich. If it's not good, I'm going to bend you over this table and take my belt to you again." That got her scurrying. Hard as it was to believe, it almost looked like Joyce's ass actually blushed at the thought of getting another spanking. I could barely see the strips I had given her before. They had mostly already faded away. Damn, her ass looked good in those thong panties! She fretted. She fussed. I enjoyed the view! Eventually though, she had what she hoped would be a sandwich that would pass muster. When she brought it to the table, I looked at it speculatively. The more I looked at it, the more fretful she became, dancing from one foot to another, her bottom twitching. "I thought I told you to make yourself one, too?" "I'm not hungry, John. Please eat without me." "No, Joyce. I want the pleasure of your company as I eat. Fix yourself something and bring us both something to drink as well." I didn't think I'd ever be the type to sit and wait for someone else to bring me something. Usually, I'm a man of action. If I want something, I get up myself and get it. But I must say, I was learning to enjoy having Joyce wait on me and try to anticipate my needs. And, unless I missed my guess, she was learning to enjoy it too. She quickly came back with her own sandwich and two glasses of milk for us. An interesting choice. I love milk, but I happen to know that Joyce doesn't particularly care for it. I also happened to notice as she came toward the table that the front panel of her panties was damp with moisture. I wonder how long it had been since Joyce had soaked her panties? We both picked up our sandwiches, but Joyce only brought hers to her lips. He eyes were wide and frightful. I took a healthy bite out of my sandwich, but kept my visage plain and undemonstrative. I had already determined I was going to like what she had made. Even if it was terrible, it was time to start adding some sugar to the spice. Joyce was already hopping to my every command and getting wet between the legs. I was determined to keep up this trend, but I didn't want to push her over the edge. But, it surprised me that she really did make an excellent sandwich. All my favorite ingredients! Imagine that! Once again I remembered how smart and intelligent this woman was. I would have to be sharp to keep her on her toes! Without even discussing the quality of the sandwich I demanded, "Tell me how your nipples feel right now." She looked puzzled, taken aback. That's a good sign. "My nipples? What do you mean, John?" "Your nipples. The buds at the tip of your breasts. They look painfully erect from here. Tell me how they feel." "Oh, John! Must I?" When I nodded, she continued. "You're right. They are very hard and sensitive just now. Painfully erect, you said. That's right." "Good! While we eat, take one hand, reach underneath your shirt and play with a nipple. I want you to tell me what it feels like to lightly caress your nipple as I watch you do it. "Oh God, John!" Joyce exclaimed. She blushed even deeper than before, but her hand began its tentative stretch underneath her shirt. Her breathing became more ragged. She began to squirm in her seat. It was really very delightful to watch, though I tried to appear nonchalant on the outside. Joyce laid down her sandwich, closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations of her breasts. "Tell me what it feels like! Tell me what you're thinking, Joyce." I saw a shudder run through her. "My nipples feel like they're on fire, that's what. They feel hard and hot and I can hardly stand to touch them." I pushed my chair back. Just as I thought, the front panel of her red panties looked almost black. Reaching down to grab a leg on her chair, I pulled it sideways until she was no longer facing the table. She was facing me now. The movement of the chair had startled her, but when her eyes flew open and she saw that I could see her better this way, another shudder of pleasure passed though her body. "Hook your ankles behind the chair legs. That's good. Spread your legs out now. Excellent. Now tell me how your cunt feels, Joyce." "Oh, John! That's such a vulgar word!" "Like hell it is. Cunt is a beautiful word. And you have a beautiful cunt, Joyce. I've never had a cunt that fits my dick as well as yours does. Tell me how your cunt feels." "Oooh, John! It's aching! My ... cunt ... is burning up. Please touch it!" "I want you to touch it. I like watching you touch your breasts. I want to see you touch your cunt too." Amazingly, her hand fell to her lap without any hesitation. Her left hand was caressing her right breast and her right hand came to her lap and snaked in under the side panel and began to touch her pussy. I had never seen Joyce masturbate herself like this. I had never seen any woman do it. Almost without thinking, I made a mental note to have Lisa do this the next time we were together. It was very exciting to watch. Joyce's hand was not moving as fast as a man's hands would do while masturbating. Each stroke, each caress, was longer, sliding as it did up and down her wet vagina. Occasionally she would stop and concentrate for a short time just at the top of her cleft, rubbing her clitoris between two fingertips for a moment. Then her hand would dive again for several long strokes up and down her labia. All this was done behind the screen of the sopping wet front panel of her panties. I started to demand that she remove them, then I decided that it was even sexier that I couldn't see it all. I wanted to touch her in the worst way, but I knew if I touched her, I couldn't stop myself. If I touched her, I'd throw her over the table and fuck her brains out again. But I thought of something else that would be just as nasty. I got right up close to her and began to whisper in her ear. "You look very nice playing with yourself, Joyce. I didn't realize I had such a hot wife. I didn't realize that my wife's cunt was so hot she couldn't keep her hands off of it. If I had known you would be this hot, I would have held you down and fucked you a long time ago. If I had known I could light your fire by taking a belt to your ass, I would have done it years ago. I'm gonna fuck you all the time from now on, Joyce. You're gonna be a well-used wife from now on. I'm going to fill you so full of my cum you'll be gargling in it. "I'm going to start training you, Joyce. I'm going to train you to cum on demand. You want to cum, don't you Joyce? You want to feel a warm, lovely orgasm spread from your center and burn its way through to your brain, don't you? Are you close? Are you about to cum?" "Yes, John! Close!" "Stick a finger inside. I want you to imagine that your finger is me, filling you cunt full with my dick. I want you to feel your cunt full of my cock. Imagine you can feel my sticky semen inside of you already. Imagine it shooting out of my cock, filling you full. Taking away your hunger. Taking away your loneliness. Imagine feeling so full of my cock that you feel it in the back of your throat. Can you feel it Joyce? Can you feel my cock?" My wife slumped forward in the chair, her fingers digging deep inside herself, and I saw her climax rip out of her in the most violent way imaginable. The cords of her neck were strained and visible. Her nipple that she was squeezing was exposed and it was hard and throbbing. She let out a deep, rattling moan that filled the whole room. It seemed to come from so deep within her that it vibrated my guts. The room was suddenly awash in the rich, loamy odor of wet cunt. She held the strain for a very long time and then just as swiftly, it was done. I looked down at my wife, amazed. Where had this sensuous creature been the last fifteen years? Had all it taken was being firm with her to draw such a response? I didn't know the answers yet, but I was damn sure going to find out! I picked my wife up off the chair in one swoop. She clung to me, her eyes shyly meeting mine. "That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life, Joyce." "Shut up and fuck me, John." So I carried her back to our bedroom. And I did! END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. 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