Chapter 39: Vivacious Reception

Belinda moaned, her brown eyes fluttering as she stared up at her mother from her place at her chest with glassy, hazy eyes. Her body was still humming, throbbing with a deep desire that was still hungry for more.

Hungry for more, but too weak to do anything to get that more.

It was easier to lay limply in place, overcome with desire for her mother to the point that even considering anything else was too much. Staring at her mother above her was stimulating enough to make her thighs shake, as though the mere act of watching her mother was stimulating her body in some deep, irresistible way.

Lauren’s hand stroking along her hair, her soft voice whispering so gently, only made it so much better and worse. Belinda couldn’t grasp at the defiance she’d clung to before, so every new layer of gentle pleasure only made her more comfortable, and made everything she was feeling that much more welcome. She felt soft, and warm, and safe and that was becoming more inescapably true by the moment.

Her mother was so warm, and at the same time she was so cool. Her fingers along her hair, along her back, her body against her cheek, all of it felt like the ultimate expression of familial and erotic love. Belinda drooled against her mother’s chest, looking up at her with all the awe of a daughter and a pleased lover.

Every so often her mother would squeeze at her ass, caress the curve of a breast, or kiss at her forehead—or even her lips!—and then Belinda would cry out and be overcome by yet another earth-shattering orgasm.

She was so far gone that it had been over an hour since she’d thought of Claire.

“Mommy’s house…”

“…mommy’s rules…” Belinda answered the call, shuddering from the feeling of words being pulled out of her so simply. She groaned, wanting to want to nuzzle more into her mother but too helplessly trapped to do anything but feel herself become more than limp.

As though the strength in her muscles and bones could be melted by prolonged tenderness and a slow tease of lust, Belinda dissolved against her mother into something that she didn’t even have a word for. Her personhood wasn’t abandoned, but being the ideal daughter was so much more important than even remembering who she was before her mother started touching her.

“Obedience…”

“…is pleasureeeee…” Belinda’s lips shook, her eyes hazily fluttering. Her thighs clenched as her mother’s fingers trailed between her legs. She came again, so overstimulated that even the strong burst of pleasure earned little more than a sleepy mewl.

Being a good girl, her mother’s perfect little daughter, small and cradled to her mother’s chest, was so much easier than the complicated life she’d been living for so long.

There was no unrequited love.

There was no wanting to be closer to someone while wanting to shove them away.

There were no friends she liked and wanted to scream at for being close to her Claire.

No difficult classes.

No high expectations.

There was only her mother’s bare chest, and knowing that everything would be all right as long as she gave in to her mother’s tender encouragements. There was only forgetting that there was anything else every time that the rest of her life tried to resurface before her mother’s touch wiped it away again.

“You cannot…”

“…ressssisssst…!” Belinda groaned, her eyes crossing as though she were feeling something pushing in between them. Her mother squeezed between her legs again, and Belinda would have turned into a puddle against her mother’s chest if she were capable of it.

As it was, she dripped with lust, sweat, and saliva.

She stared ahead, blank and devoid of purpose except to be her mother’s perfect daughter.

It was an all-consuming simplicity that left little room for anything else.

“You want to be…”

“…a good giiiiirl… your… good… girl…” Belinda’s eyes rolled back into her head, and she shook as her mother grasped her breast and squeezed. Belinda held her breath, pressing into Lauren’s hand until it released. She exhaled, and groaned. “Good… little… daughter…”

A key moved into a lock, and the front door opened.

“I saw your car out front, so I hope you can hear me!” Vivienne, Belinda’s sister, stood in the foyer pulling off her shoes. Her eyes hadn’t yet found her mother and sister on the couch. “Sorry that I’m home unannounced. I got your messages, and I know how sometimes you have a hard time feeling like you’ve got support, so I hopped on the train to surprise you with a little…”

Vivienne noticed.

Her second shoe fell from her hand, and dropped onto the floor with a heavy thud.

Lauren smiled.

“Welcome home, Viv. Your sister was having a very hard time, you’re right. I’m taking care of her, now. Everything is alright.” Lauren’s smile, almost hauntingly warm, bored into Vivienne. It tugged and pulled at the surprised woman’s eyes, at her skin, at her entire focus.

Much like Belinda, Vivienne closely resembled her mother. Deep brown eyes, black hair—she even had her mother’s height which was enough to easily stand taller than Belinda. Unlike Belinda, or Lauren, her body was tighter, looking firmer underneath her tight jeans, and a black top so tight it fully outlined the shape of her navel. Her black hair was cut short, not quite reaching the top of her neck as it fell stylishly over her eyes.

Though hair obscured much of her face, it could do nothing to hide how intently she was staring at her mother.

“Everything’s… all right… huh?” Vivienne squirmed, and slowly stepped forward. Each step she took was a little easier. Trying to stay back was beginning to actively hurt, feeling as if something inside of her was being pulled more and more taut as it resisted the call to embrace her family.

Vivienne had no frame of reference, no ability to understand that simply looking towards her mother was tying knots deep inside of her. Every syllable of her mother’s voice tied them tighter, and seeing how powerless her sister was only made it worse.

So much inside of her mind screamed to flee, but her body was caught, tugged forward despite how much she wanted to turn away. When she tried, it was too painful.

She stumbled forward instead.

Lauren’s lips pressed to her daughter’s ear, whispering in so softly that Vivienne had no hope of hearing anything she said. Belinda, on the other hand, had no choice but to listen closely to each and every sound like it was the most important thing she’d ever heard.

“Your sister wants to be a good girl, too. Your sister needs to be a good daughter.” Lauren kissed Belinda’s ear as if to emphasize her point. The younger woman groaned. “Move behind her. Touch her. Kiss her. Tell her how good it feels. Help her move closer. Help her be closer… Be a good girl for mommy, a good daughter…”

“Yessss… mommy… good… girl… good… daughter…” Belinda groaned as not through her own will, but through obedience weaved through her deepest places, she managed to pull herself up to her feet.

Under her own power, Belinda was so dizzy she would have been stumbling, even falling to the floor. She was in a pitiful state, and her mind was barely functioning at best.

But Belinda wasn’t functioning under the control of her own mind.

Lauren was in control, piloting Belinda remotely with the words whispered into her mind. With those at the reins, Belinda was easily able to gracefully move behind her sister, her hands stroking along her waist as she whispered just loud enough for Vivienne to hear them. “Everything is alright, Viv… Everything will be so much better if you let yourself move closer… if you let mom kiss you… If you let mom make everything better…”

“H-hey…!” Vivienne quivered as she found herself taking another step forward, and then another. Belinda’s commands drove Belinda’s fingers to tease fingers teased up from Vivienne’s waistband, stroking just before the curves of her sister’s breasts. “This isn’t… why’re you… touching… me… Nnn… Why does it… hurt…”

“Because you aren’t letting us make you feel good…” Lauren spoke again, and the words were like a leash tugging Vivienne closer as Belinda’s fingers slid down to tease her sister’s thighs. “It hurts to resist your family when they just want to love you. It hurts to turn away from your own happiness… It hurts to deny yourself what you want… what you need…”

Vivienne fluttered her eyes, trying to shake her head even as her sister unzipped her pants. It was easier to move forward than to swat her sister’s hands away. It was easier to feel her eyes growing hazy, and her pussy growing slick and wet, than it was to be aware of how much she was slouching the closer she got to her mother.

Each step made defiance more difficult, and that only became more true when her sister pulled her pants down enough for Vivienne to step out of them. The room’s air wasn’t cold, but losing her pants still made Vivienne shiver.

It also revealed the dark stain on her panties.

“Mother… Lauren… Ahh…” Vivienne whined, arching forward as Belinda’s curious fingers stroked along the muscles of her tight, firm thighs. “This doesn’t… make any sense… this isn’t… nnn… right… You need to… stop… her… to… stop… f-uck…!”

Lauren clicked her tongue, shaking her head with a sad sigh. “What language, and you aren’t even whispering it while your mommy is making you feel so good…!”

Belinda’s clothed breasts, puffy nipples easily felt even through her bra, pushed Vivienne forward as her fingers snuck under the waistband of her sister’s panties. “Mommy can make you feel better… mommy can make everything better… mommy can make it so you aren’t worried anymore, so you can’t be worried anymore… it’s so… much… better…”

Vivienne groaned, her eyes rolling back into her head as she fell to her knees just in front of the couch. Belinda fell with her, and pressed in so tight and close as she kissed at her sister’s lips.

At first her sister resisted, straining against the wet, warm sensation, but when their tongues met Vivienne pressed back and groaned as she watched their mother stepping out of what little clothing she still wore.

Their kiss broke, and Belinda whispered against Vivienne’s lips as her fingers moved smoothly between her legs. “You’ll be happier when you don’t think…” Belinda sighed, rubbing her body against Vivienne’s before losing herself in another kiss before Vivienne could gather up enough of her frayed grasp on reality to speak.

When the kiss ended again, Vivienne’s voice was so much weaker. Belinda felt the tug to obey even before she understood the words enough to act.

“Help your sister kneel between mommy’s legs. Then you’ll be such a good girl…”

“Good… girl… good… daughter…!” Belinda whined, moving to push her sister forward. Soon her face was between her mother’s knees, and Lauren’s fingers were laced through her hair.

The wet sounds of lips and a tongue lost in the pleasure of worshipping Lauren’s pussy filled the room, and Lauren felt lost in an all new way.

Lauren’s pussy was wet, but it wasn’t simply slick. Like a tar pit, tasting her mother’s cunt drew Vivienne in deeper. Soon, even without her mother’s ankles pulling her forward, or her mother’s fingers pulling her hair, there would be no way for her to even attempt to withdraw.

Pussy burned through her mind, blotting out unimportant things like her personality, her desires, and her inhibitions. The smooth texture wrapped around her brain, clenching and crushing any resistance she might be able to gather up to struggle in the future. The more Vivienne experienced her mother’s pussy, the more she gave herself to her mother’s pleasure, the less she could exist for any other purpose.

Belinda rubbed against her back, and squeezed at her shrink-wrapped tits. She moaned, still lost just as deep in her mother’s control in that moment as she had been curled into Lauren’s chest.

No one part of Lauren’s body, no one touch, no singular sound of her voice, was a trap for her daughter’s.

Each experience she could bestow was another trap that bound them tighter.

Taste knotted up Vivienne with obedience just as the pull of her mother’s fingers in her hair. Her mother’s ankles tied other threads tighter, leaving little room for her mind to struggle—not even for the sake of friction.

Feeling Belinda at her back, Belinda’s fingers between her legs, and hearing Belinda’s desperate moans only made it that much worse. Her sister was willful and stubborn, and while Vivienne was unable to consciously utilize her memories some things she knew on a level that was deeper than recalling evidence to back it up. Being touched by her sister, being fucked by her sister and forced to pleasure her mother was an irresistible combination.

Like Belinda before her, Vivienne’s mind was more than simply dissolving in response. Parts of it were being wholly subsumed, bent to serve the irresistible pull of their mother.

“That’s right… Sisters should love each other… Daughters should love their mommies… M-mommy’s house…” Lauren’s voice was dreamy, caught between the daze of her own obedient arousal and the pleasure of her daughter’s touch.

“M-mommy’s rules…!” Belinda moaned into her sister’s ear as her fingers moved quicker, rubbing harder. All that drove Belinda was a desire to show her sister her purpose, to force her sister to accept their mother’s love just as completely as she had. There was no room, for doubt, or uncertainty, or taboo.

There was only room for knowing that everything her mother said was true, and it was good that it was true.

What little of her understood that Vivienne was there for her only made her want to make Vivienne feel better that much more. Belinda had been feeling so much turmoil before Lauren took it all away. As much as she might not have originally wanted her will subsumed, now, as she suckled and nibbled at her sister’s arched neck, she could want nothing more for both herself and her sister.

“Mommy’s house…” Lauren spoke the words slowly, drawing out each small sound in a way that shook through both of her daughters’ bodies, and their libido’s.

“…Mommy’s rules…!”

Lauren’s temporarily loosened grasped allowed both sisters to moan together in perfect unison before Vivienne was once again smothered by her mother’s pussy and trapped by her ankles digging almost painfully into her back as Belinda’s fingers stroked her clit.

Gears grinded deep inside of Belinda, but she was unable to understand what that feeling meant as she nuzzled into her sister’s clothed breasts, kissing at them as her fingers continued to drive her sister closer and closer to her first orgasm. Her mother wanted Vivienne to give in, to feel good, to be happy like Belinda was, and she wanted that too.

She was incapable of anything resembling thought, but desires, and passion, still pulsed inside of Belinda and drove her forward as obedience held her bound right where she needed to be.

“Obedience…”

“…is pleasuuuuure…!” Belinda moaned it for her mother, but also, to train her sister. Vivienne moaned it a moment later before being pulled back into the addictive depths of her mother’s irresistible pussy.

“You cannot…”

“…Resssissssst…!” The words shuddered through Belinda as they used her like a conduit, and then echoed from Vivienne’s a moment later.

Lauren sounded so tired, almost as though she’d been up for days. Though her hands in Vivienne’s hair, and her ankles at her back showed no signs of weakening or letting go,

“You want to be…”

“A good girl! A good… daughter…!” Simply speaking the words was enough to send Belinda over the edge, and the same sapphic, sexual energy echoed through her sister as Vivienne came screaming the same words with her eyes rolled back into her head.

Before her afterglow was over, Vivienne was already right back to licking and sucking at her mother’s pussy. Her eyes were melted shut, and her body rolled into Belinda’s touch and the mere presence of her mother. All three women were dissolved in lust, and the intimacy of their connections that were now so much stronger than they’ve ever been before.

Lauren groaned. She’d been feeling faint, tired, and drained even before Vivienne returned home unexpectedly. The feedback loops of sexual energy made possible by the knots tied in her by the Mins took their toll, and it was harder for her hands to hold Vivienne’s hair.

As they began to loosen, Belinda shifted so her hands could take their place, keeping her sister’s face buried between her mother’s legs.

She even moved her lips beside her sister’s ear, and carried out her mother’s will to make her sister every bit as helpless as she was.

“Mommy’s house…”

“M-mommy’s rules…!”

Belinda and Vivienne lost themselves to their mother, and each other, until all three of them drained every last drop of lust and energy they had to give, and slept together on the floor and the couch.

Not a one of them had ever felt so wholly satisfied.