GIRL TIME - A MOTHER & DAUGHTER STORY
By Muscle Fan

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My mother and I live in Orange County, California, where people put great
emphasis on their physical appearance, what they wear and what they drive.
This mind-set has been our 'bread and butter' for several years now. My mother
has a lucrative dominatrix practice, catering to the men and women who can
afford her rates, as well as selling real estate. Which is more lucrative, you
would have to ask her, but I suspect it's more the domination than the real
estate.

Margo, my mother, and I live in a sprawling ranch style home set well away
from other neighbors. We look more like sisters than mother and daughter. My
name is Zoe, and this is my story.

Margo is a statuesque woman who turns heads when she enters a room. Men and
women lust after her. This suits her well whether she is in the roll of
dominatrix or selling a home. She keeps her blonde hair cut short, spiking it
to give it a wild appearance to match her personality. She has broad shoulders
and a narrow waist, and while I am more muscular than my mother, she is no
pansy. I've seen her crush a metal model airplane that was sitting on an
executive's desk with one hand, and laugh in the man's face when he protested.

My blonde hair is short as well, resting against my well-defined trapezius
muscles and broad shoulders. I stand a few inches shorter than my mother, but
have perhaps thirty pounds of muscle on her. I train every day in my gym,
lifting heavy weights, teasing and pushing my muscles to their max. Besides
owning a gym, I'm a personal trainer and sponsor several of my clients in
bodybuilding competitions each year.

Occasionally I accompany Margo on her dominatrix sessions. One session
involved a well to do executive and his wife. We arrived at their spectacular
home in Newport Coast at dusk. Margo, clad in a black body suit and three-inch
stilettos rang the bell. I stood behind her, carrying a tote with her
'equipment.' As we stood there, I couldn't help admiring my mother's shapely
ass, accentuated by the black spandex.

Margo rang the bell a second time and I heard footsteps hurrying to get the
door. Once the door swung open, a petite brunette in fishnet stockings, bra
and panties greeted us. "Hi, welcome, please come in, I'm Tammy," she said,
holding out her hand for Margo to shake, "Hal is in ... " and she was roughly
pushed aside by my mother who strode through the door as if it were her house.
Tammy didn't fall, but caught herself on the door as she stared at Margo who
walk to the center of the marble foyer and turned in her direction.

"Here's the rules, slut," my mother told Tammy, "never keep your mistress
waiting, always address me as Mistress Margo and you will obey whatever
commands I or Mistress Zoe gives you, do you understand?"

"Ya-yes," the woman said averting eye contact.

Margo looked at me and gave a slight nod. I dropped the bag I was carrying and
grabbed the woman's chin in my hand and swivelled her head so that she looked
at my mother and hissed in her ear, "That's yes, Mistress Margo, bitch."

"Yes, Mistress Margo," she said timidly.

Margo turned on her heels and went in search of Hal, the man of the house. She
walked through an open set of double doors into what could only be described
as a huge living room. A stone fireplace and hearth dominated the far wall.
Hal was standing against the mantel, wearing khaki pants and a polo shirt. At
the sight of my mother entering, a broad smile spread across his face and he
walked forward, his hand outstretched.

"Thank you for coming," he said as my mother reached forward taking his hand
in hers, "I can't tell you ... " and my mother quickly stepped into the man,
extending one hip into his midsection, sending the man quickly to the carpet.

Hal lay flat on his back, blinking his eyes, not really realizing what had
just happened. Still holding his hand, Margo said, looking down at the man,
"Shut up and listen, wimp, from now on, I'm in charge, do you understand?"
When he didn't answer immediately, she put a stiletto covered shoe on his
crotch. "Do you understand," she repeated, "I'd hate to have to crush your
balls so early in the evening," and laughed.

I had a handful of Tammy's hair in my fist, and the woman put a hand to her
mouth stifling a gasp as she watched her husband be thrown to the ground.
"Please don't hurt him," she blurted. Margo looked up at me and I stepped in
front of Tammy. With my free hand I ripped the panties from her hips and
wadded them into a ball and placed the gag in her mouth. She whimpered as I
poked the remaining fabric through her lips.

At this point, I let go of her hair and pulled my sports bra over my head so
that I was bare chested. I tightened my chest muscles all the while watching
Tammy look at my striated muscles. I raised my arms and struck a double bicep
pose. With that, Tammy's eyes widened, taking in my trapezius muscles and my
huge biceps. At one time I measured my flexed biceps at eighteen inches, but,
I thought, 'I'm probably closer to nineteen inches now.'

"Do you like what you see, my little mouse?" I asked, and Tammy nodded. I
smiled, "Good, because if you're a good girl, I'll let you see more and maybe
pay homage to your muscle goddess, would you like that?" She nodded
vigorously. I relaxed my arms and stood aside so that she could watch Margo
dominate her husband, "Now watch Mistress Margo," I said.

Margo had let go of Hal's hand and said, "Roll over and kiss my toes, slave."
He looked up briefly at his mistress and then rolled on his side and then his
stomach. Margo extended her foot, encased in a strappy stiletto. Hal began
kissing her toes, the nails of which were covered with black nail polish.

Margo shifted feet and Hal kissed and licked the newly extended foot. Mother
unzipped her body suit, lowering the zipper pull to just below her breasts.
Her large tits were now barely contained within the body suit.

"On your knees, wimp!" Margo commanded. Hal got to his knees, looking up at my
mother. "Unzip me," she said. Hal reached up slowly to pull on the zipper pull
and she batted his hand away. "Use your teeth, sissy boy," she said. I watched
as Hal blinked several times and then craned his neck to reach the pull. He
moved it slowly downward as my mother stood with feet apart, her hands on her
hips, looking every bit the dominant mistress that she was.

Hal reached the end of the zipper at my mother's crotch and she shrugged her
shoulders from the skin tight material. The top of the body suit fell to her
hips and she put her hands behind her head, allowing the suit to fall
completely to her ankles. Stretching her elbows wide, she said, "God it feels
good to be out of that suit."

It was arousing watching my mother work and I stole a glance at Hal's crotch,
where a bulge appeared signalling his arousal.

Margo stepped out of one of her shoes, expertly removed the bodysuit from that
leg and then stepped back into the shoe. She did the same with the other leg
which left her naked except for the stilettos.

I moved behind Tammy, and unfastened her bra. I tossed it on the floor as I
brought my chest against her back, my small breasts touching her just below
the shoulders. I reached around from behind and cupped her pubis with one hand
while I twisted one of her nipples between my thumb and index finger. "Isn't
Mistress Margo gorgeous," I whispered in Tammy's ear. She mumbled,

"Uh-huh" as she looked at the naked Margo standing over her husband.

"Uh-huh, who," I asked, flicking my tongue into her ear.

"Uh-huh, Mistuss Zoe," she said softly, it coming out as a muffle with the gag
in her mouth, her eyes closing and her head lolling back against me.

"Would you like to see your husband suck on Margo's clit?" I whispered. She
whimpered through her gag, but nodded. I smiled to myself, applied a little
more pressure to her nipple and whispered again in her ear, "I thought you
would," and chuckled.

"Smell my pussy, bitch-boy," my mother said, "smell the cum from my other
slaves." This wasn't true, as we had come directly from home, but I knew she
wanted to humiliate this corporate giant as much as possible. "I want you to
suck that cum from my pussy, clean my pussy, and swallow those other slaves
cum," and she ran an index finger along his cheek.

"Yes, mistress," Hal said meekly.

"Good," my mother said as she brought her pubis close to his face, and then
holding the back of his head, held his mouth fast to her pussy. "Tongue me!"
she said loudly as she rode his face, "Stroke my clit with that worthless
tongue of yours."

Tammy and I watched this erotic tableau unfold in front of us. "Are you
getting off on watching your husband suck Margo's clit," I asked.

"Hmm-huh," she mumbled.

I slowly inserted my index finger between Tammy's labia and she was moist.
'She is getting off on watching,' I thought, and so was I, if truth be told. I
pressed Tammy's body harder against mine.

I pulled my shorts down with my free hand, my other stroking the woman's clit.
"Hmm," she cooed as I toyed with her.

My clit, which is large even when not aroused, was now nearly three-inches
long and as big around as my thumb. I held it and guided it between Tammy's
buttocks. "Hmm," I cooed in her ear, "can you feel me?" She nodded as I slid
my clit in and out of her buttocks. Rhythmically I rode her ass.

"That's it, bitch," Margo said, "that's it, Mistress Margo is going to cum,
take me," and she climaxed, her hips shuttering, her muscled legs quivered.
She held his face against her and I thought the man would gag as she sent a
wave of cum into his mouth. "Yeah, baby," she said, "Oh yeah." She released
her hold on the back of his head and he slumped to the floor at my mother's
feet. Drops of her ejaculate fell on his face, but he didn't wipe them away or
seem to notice. "Mistress Zoe, get my bag," my mother said.

'Damn,' I thought, still running my clit between Tammy's buttocks, 'why can't
she wait till I take care of my pleasures?' "Yes, mistress," I said and went
to the entryway where I had left our bag of 'equipment.'

When I returned, Tammy still stood where I had left her, sobbing quietly, and
Hal was still on the floor. The man, for all appearance of being in good
shape, seemed to be out of breath. Margo now stood at the fireplace with an
elbow on the mantle similar to Hal when we had first entered the room. She
looked magnificent; tan with no lines, lean muscles, flat muscular abs and
large firm breasts with no sag.

I walked slowly to where my mother stood and handed her the bag. "I'm sorry I
interrupted your fun," she said, "but would you mind if I serviced little
Tammy there?" I followed my mother's stare and apparently this made Tammy
uneasy as she began to shift from foot to foot.

"Not at all, Margo," I said softly, "They're your clients, watching you
dominate Hal just made me horny." Mother smiled and then opened the bag and
withdrew her strap on dildo. She stepped into the straps and tightened the
Velcro. The twelve-inch phallus stood out from her pubis, erect and proud. "If
having that pussy suck mine made you horny, perhaps you'll get off watching me
screw this bitch," Margo said.

Moving around me, she approached Tammy slowly, who upon seeing my mother and
the dildo, closed her eyes. I looked down at Hal. 'I wonder how well-endowed
he is,' I thought, 'probably not twelve-inches.'

"Lay down," Margo told Tammy. Tammy still had her eyes shut and Margo gently
slapped her cheek. In the stillness of the house the slap sounded like a
gunshot and Tammy's eyes flew open. "Look at me when I talk to you, bitch,"
Margo said, "Lay down!" Tammy squatted and then lay on the carpet. Margo, with
one foot, moved the woman's legs apart. "Tight little pussy," Margo said to no
one in particular, "Do you think you can handle my cock?" Tammy still with the
gag in her mouth shook her head. This elicited a laugh from Margo who said, "I
didn't think so either, but we'll try, won't we?" Margo waited and finally
Tammy nodded. "Good, girl," my mother said as she sank to her knees between
Tammy's legs.

As I watched, Margo poised the head of her dildo at Tammy's pussy lips and
gently pushed forward. I had seen my mother impale a woman with her
'equipment' once; causing bruising and bleeding, but fortunately for Tammy,
Margo entered her gently.

Hal rolled his head to the side so that he could watch, and as he did, he
unbuckled his pants and unzipped the fly, exposing himself. His five or
six-inch cock sprang free and he gripped it and began to stroke himself
slowly. Apparently the sight of his wife having sex with another woman was
making old Hal horny. Neither Margo nor Tammy took note of this.

I fingered my clit and gave it a couple of playful strokes, and then, going to
where Tammy lay, I straddled her head, looking down at my mother pumping her
hips as she drove her dildo deeper and deeper into Tammy. 'I need to climax,'
I thought, 'this is making me aroused.'

Before I could lower myself to Tammy's face, Margo began to toy with my
swollen clit using her tongue. This was the first time that she had oral sex
with me. "Hmm," I said softly as she sucked on my engorged clit. She was
matching her copulation with the thrusts of her hips. I knew that my climax
was moments away. "Yes!" I said as I felt myself nearing the brink, "Yes!" I
said one more time before exploding.

Drops of my cum dotted my mother's chin and dribbled to Tammy below. Margo
slowed her pace having climaxed once again, this time using the rubberized
dildo on Tammy. My mother gave my clit a final kiss and a flick of her
marvellous tongue and got to her feet.

We looked between Tammy and Hal, both on the floor. Tammy lay exhausted and
Hall, still on his side, had a small puddle of cum on the carpet. "Well," my
mother said, "It looks like we have two satisfied clients, don't we Mistress
Zoe?"

I smiled and said, "Yes and a couple of satisfied mistresses too," and
laughed. Mother laughed as well.

Margo unfastened the Velcro straps from her strap on and retrieved our tote
bag. Before putting the sex toy in the bag, she went to Hal and said, "Here,
lick this clean, your wife's juices are all over it." He took it from her and
licked the rubber shaft as if it were a lollipop.

"That's enough!" Margo said, taking the strap on from Hal, "Do you have our
money?"

"Yes, mistress," he said and rolled onto his side and then got to his hands
and knees.

"Come on, we don't have all night," I said, now in a hurry to leave.

He went to a desk against one wall and brought back a checkbook. "What the
hell is this?" Margo said, ripping the checkbook from the man's hand, "I
specifically told you cash!" she roared, holding the checkbook up before
throwing it against the wall. Mother always made it a policy to have her
clients pay in cash so that there was no tracking of payments for services
rendered. "How much do you have here in the house?' mother said looking around
the living room.

"I - I don't know, mistress," Hal stammered, "I have some, maybe, in our
safe."

"Where's that," Margo asked.

"In the bedroom," Hal said.

"Let's go see what you have," Margo said.

Tammy looked up and I said, "You too, bitch, let's go."

The four of us walked to the master bedroom, Hal leading the way, followed by
Margo, and then Tammy and I bringing up the rear. "Where's the safe," Margo
asked, once we we're in the master suite.

"In the closet," Tammy said, "it's in the closet."

"Let's go," Margo said, giving Hal a push in the shoulder towards the closet
door.

Tammy and I stood at the closet door as Hal knelt in front of a safe at the
far end of a large walk-in closet. I was looking at the clothes, neatly
aligned and arranged by color, Hal's on the right, Tammy's on the left.

"What the hell!" I heard my mother exclaim and turned to see her push Hal to
the floor while she grabbed something from his hand. When she straightened up
she held a gun in her hand, a lethal looking semi-automatic. "Can you believe
this," Margo said, "he was actually going to try and shoot me."

"No, please, Margo, I was just moving the gun out of the way to get your
money," Hal said.

She tossed me the gun and turned back to Hal who was now curled in a fetal
position at her feet. With one hand she grabbed a fist full of his shirt and
brought him to his feet. With her free hand, she slapped him once, then again,
and yet a third time. His cheeks reddened, and he began to whimper. A thin
trickle of blood ran from the corner of his mouth. "You were just moving it,"
my mother hissed, "I should jam that gun up your ass, would you like that?"
The man shook his head vigorously.

I pushed the magazine release on the frame of the gun and then removed it from
the gun butt. Quickly with a flick of my thumb I pushed the cartridges from
the spring-loaded clip. They landed quietly on the carpeted floor. Once the
magazine was empty, I bent it in half and tossed it to the floor and then
followed it with the empty gun.

"Get the money," my mother snarled and shoved Hal in the direction of the
safe. The man landed hard on his knees. When he turned he held up three banded
stacks of cash. Margo took the money from him and turned to me and said, "Zoe,
do what you want with these two, I'll wait for you in living room," and she
walked out of the closet.

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