1950s: Naughty Bride-to-Be

Summary: Nerd teen continues her training as submissive.

Note 1: Thanks to Rebecca, the famous artist whose artwork inspired and was used for this series. Especially her series 'Housewives at Play', 'Teens at Play' and 'Hot Moms'. Thank you for access to your entire book catalogue as well as your website for this massive series.

Note 2: This is the seventh chapter of a multi-chapter story about one woman's journey of sexual submission and lesbian exploration through the decades and through several generations of family members.

In part 1, 1950s: 1st Time with a Girl, our 2015 protagonist Kimmy is given the gift of a scrapbook from her recently deceased great-grandmother, Rebecca. When Kimmy opens the scrapbook, she is shocked to find that the scrapbook is a journal of her beloved great-grandmother's sexual adventures...with drawings. Kimmy reads in awe of Rebecca's first time with a woman. Once done reading, Kimmy pleasures herself while reliving her most recent seduction of her nerdy science partner Zelda.

In part 2, 1950s: Housewives' Lesbian Society, our protagonist reads the next chapter in her great-grandmother's scrapbook. Rebecca is caught masturbating while babysitting, and has a sexual encounter with a MILF. Rebecca learns of a secret lesbian society that is many years old, and she is offered the opportunity to become the newest submissive housewife pet. To earn the privilege of being the housewife pet for her senior year, she must meet the head Mistress and service her. Lastly, present-day Kimmy, so horny from the idea of a housewife sex club, envisions dominating one of her neighbours.

In part 3: 1950s: Housewives' Pet Training, our protagonist learns about her great-grandmother's training to be a pet to a community of housewife lesbians. Rebecca is forced to suck cock for the first time (and the second time, and...), she witnesses a massive housewife lesbian orgy, gets fisted and spanked before being ordered to seduce her best friend. Lastly, Kimmy gets herself off after a long night by imagining many different MILFs she would like to seduce.

In part 4: 1950s: Lick and Fuck Best Friends, our protagonist reads about her great-grandmother's seduction of her best friend. Rebecca becomes more brazen at high school and must fulfill the task of seducing her best friend, Eleanor. Lastly, Kimmy gets herself off with a pop bottle as she fantasizes about making her good friend Camree become her public slut.

In part 5: 1950s: Moms & Daughters, our protagonist reads about her great-grandmother Rebecca's further sexual adventures as she: submits to her best friend's mother to get her permission for Eleanor to also become a community pet; seduces Eleanor again, this time so her mother can catch them in the act; gets Eleanor's mother off in front of Eleanor; at an initiation/training for Rebecca and Eleanor, learns how her own mother had been recently seduced into the housewife lesbian community; has sex with her mother: oral, vaginal and anal, both giving and receiving; establishes a Domme/sub relationship with her mother -- taking turns for who's in charge. Lastly, present-day Kimmy fantasizes about dominating and seducing her unpleasant Aunt Beth as she masturbates with a bratwurst.

In part 6: 1950s: Munching the Cheerleaders, our protagonist reads about her great-grandmother's high school senior year as she questions her fading relationship with her best friend, tries to handle all her commitments (school, boyfriend and being a housewives' pet) and even gets a night with three popular cheerleaders. Lastly, this leads to Kimmy realizing she needs to spend more time with her best friend Julia.

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Note 4: Normal text font is present day; Bold is Kimmy flashing back to one of her own sexual encounters or fantasizing about one; italics is the scrapbook story of our hero Rebecca.

Note 5: Also, please note that although I've tried to make the main characters look the same as close as possible in the illustrations, the photos are selected from a massive collection from Rebecca's website. Thus, there will often be subtle differences (freckles, breast size, etc.). That said, I don't believe it should hinder the enjoyment of the story.

Note 6: Of course, all characters in the story are 18 years of age or older.

1950s: Naughty Bride-to-be

After the shock of discovering my grandmother was an accident, thus meaning my birth was one of luck, I began admiring Mom even more.

I made a promise to myself then and there no more boys until I decided to get serious about them... which, let's be honest, may be a little after the twelfth of never. Girls were sexier, girls were more fun, girls understood another girl's body, and girls couldn't get you pregnant.

The knowledge that my great-grandmother, the woman I'd loved the most in my life, had wanted me to be her submissive grandchild really had me horny as fuck.

This led to my making a decision not to read any more of her scrapbook until I had at the very least planted some seeds with my hot teacher Mrs. Walker... who had caught Julia between my legs at school a couple of weeks ago and didn't give us crap at all... which made me wonder if she was a little bi-curious. Since then she'd avoided eye contact with me, which only enhanced my theory she may want to cross the line and have some same-sex fun.

Truth was, originally, Mrs. Walker, although beautiful, hadn't been on my list of potential prey. She was a good teacher, married, and someone I respected. Yet the more I thought about it, the more I thought that made her the perfect choice for my next seduction.

Truth also told, until she'd caught me in flagrante, my next prey had been the principal... she was cute... but kind of a bitch... and I enjoyed the idea of taking her in her own office.

Although I was a lesbian and I loved the idea of seduction... until Mrs. Walker had caught us and after reading more of great-grandmother's diary, I'd been able to mostly stay focused at school. I wasn't some horn-dog boy who thought about sex 24/7.

Yet, as I stared at Mrs. Walker teaching us about quadratic equations, I couldn't help but fantasize about doing her.

I imagined her on her desk teaching us some biology instead of algebra (which seriously, what the fuck is the point... when will I ever use algebra in the real world?).

Or giving us an up close and personal look at the inner workings of a sweet pussy.

Yet I couldn't quite read Mrs. Walker. At times I imagined her to be a natural submissive: she was caring, liked to help, and something about her just screamed that she needed to be told what to do.

Yet on the other hand, if you pissed her off or didn't do your work, she could crush you like a bug. The idea of her as a dominant was also pretty hot. The idea of her wearing a strap-on and ass fucking the cheerleader bitch Ann was a pretty hot scenario I created in my mind.

Ann was someone high up on my list to knock down from her high school pedestal and put her on her rightful position on her knees before me.

And although I preferred to be in charge during my sexual encounters, I did sometimes enjoy a tasty twat treat. And for whatever reason, I was sure Mrs. Walker would taste delicious. Plus, the idea of eating a teacher on her desk was one of my biggest forbidden fantasies.

I mean doesn't that look like fun homework?

Fuck algebra... give me this any day.

Anyway, after a couple days of fantasizing about Mrs. Walker becoming my pet, or perhaps just mutual cunt munching buddies, I came home hot and horny... thus I did what I'd been doing since I received great-grandmother's confessional diary, I read the next story.

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Now Kimmy, I don't want you to feel sorry for me. Being pregnant, although exhausting, didn't slow down my playtime at all... although it did change the dynamics of my life.

I had to marry.

I had to become a housewife.

I had to end up living the stereotypical 1950s life of a woman... at least that was my image portrayed before my boyfriend, who then became my husband.

Truth was... the months before the wedding... were pretty fucking wild.

First, you don't show for a while... so I kept playing submissive pet for different members of the community as well with some of the cheerleaders. I also kept exploring every aspect of lesbian play with my best friend Eleanor and had Mom-daughter time regularly.

If anything, the further along my pregnancy became, the fucking hornier I became... but before the wedding... which was planned when I would only be four and a half months pregnant (I wouldn't even be showing when I walked down the aisle... most of my family oblivious to my predicament), I got to be the community pet.

MRS. JONES & EXPLORING MY DOMINANT SIDE

Mom, whose pussy became my morning breakfast, sometimes lunch, often dinner, dessert and always a bedtime snack, sent me over to her good friend Becky Jones, a mother of two children in elementary school, whose husband had somehow lost interest in her. Stupid fucking man.

I arrived and she gasped, "Your Mom sent you?"

"Is that okay?" I asked.

"I can't believe she sent you," she said, looking at me dressed in pigtails... my perky hard nipples poking through my white t-shirt. "I mean, you've always been such an innocent."

"Not so much anymore; Mommy and I have gotten very close lately," I smiled.

"Rebecca, do you even know why you're here?" she asked.

"I'm here to do what your dumb husband won't do anymore," I said bluntly. "Eat your pussy and fuck you hard."

Her tentativeness broke as she laughed, "I see you're just like your Mother."

"Like Mother slut, like daughter slut," I shrugged as she invited me in.

Once inside, I pushed her against the wall and kissed her, Mom having explained that Mrs. Jones was very submissive and wouldn't make the first, or for that matter, any move. Mom had also explained that although I was generally a submissive and a very good one at that, there would be times in the community or elsewhere where I would need to be more assertive... perhaps even the dominant. This was my first test of that role.

She melted into my kiss. I broke the kiss and said, "You're very beautiful, Mrs. Jones."

"Thank you," she trembled as she looked into my eyes.

I lowered myself before her and pulled down her panties from beneath her long dress.

"You're wet," I purred, noticing a wet spot on her panties.

"I'm so embarrassed," she said, looking down at me.

"Don't be," I rebuked her sternly, as I moved a finger to her pussy, "getting wet thinking about eating teen pussy and getting fucked by me should be a turn on."

"I still can't believe Cathy sent you," she said, her body trembling from my touch as I just traced her wet lips.

"Are you disappointed?" I asked, knowing she wasn't, but wanting to hear her say it.

"God, no!" she stressed. "It's just I had heard there was some incest in this secret lesbian society, but I never imagined Cathy and you."

"I love eating Mommy's cunt," I purred, to the mother of two children in elementary school, both at a day camp today, allowing us this alone time. I added, "Actually, I love eating any Mommy's sweet cunt. For instance..."

I leaned forward and licked her pussy as she moaned, "Oh, God! Yes."

"Such a yummy Mommy cunt," I whispered, as I parted her pussy lips and explored.

"Don't stop," she moaned.

"Don't stop what? Eating this yummy Mommy cunt or talking so dirty?" I asked, as I flicked her clit with my tongue, making her moan loudly.

"Both," she answered as I expected.

"I want you to come all over my Mommy-cunt-eating face," I said, as I slid a finger inside her while licking away.

"Oh God, you're such a good bad girl," she moaned, as I pleasured her inside and out.

I loved the oxymoronic description of me. A 'good bad girl'. It seemed perfect. As I explored my sexuality, I'd become an enigma even to myself.

"You be a good Mommy and give me your cunt cum," I continued, sensing she was close already, and knowing the power nasty words had over her.

"Oh yes, eat my cunt, finger bang me," she moaned, leaning against the wall while arching her back.

"Such a delicious cunt," I approved, as I attacked her clit.

"Oh yes, yes, don't stop, you dirty cunt-eating slut," she ordered surprisingly, as she grabbed the back of my head and began grinding on my face, even this prim and proper woman letting loose when given the right stimulus.

"Ride my face, Mommy," I encouraged, although I have no idea if she heard me in my muffled state.

I fingered.

I licked.

She came. "Fuck!" was all she uttered, as her body trembled and my face was plastered with her cunt cum.

I lapped up her creamy cum like a good bad girl until she let go and said, looking down at my glistening face, "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry," I said, standing back up and kissing her. "You can ride my face any time you want, you sexy Mommy slut."

"I just can't believe this! You're now so naughty," she giggled, as if she were the schoolgirl and I the older woman.

"You think so already? Wait until I get you into your bed," I foretold, kissing her again. "Lead the way, Mommy."

"I still can't believe I'm doing this with you," she said, shaking her head as I took her hand.

"Believe it, Mommy," I said, "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

"Oh God," she said, as she led me down the hallway.

"You'll soon be screaming those words," I promised with a wicked smile she couldn't see.

"It really is like mother, like daughter," she said, as she led me into her bedroom.

I laughed, "Indeed." I then asked, playing on her obvious incest turn-on, "Do you want to eat your little girl's cunt?"

"Oh God," she repeated, in constant shock at what was happening.

"What Mommy?" I asked, posing at her innocently, "does Mommy not want to eat her little girl's cunt?"

"Oh God, yes," she answered, my role play really drawing her in.

"Lie on the bed, Mommy," I ordered.

She quickly got onto the bed and lay down.

I climbed on top of her, having arrived in her home without bra or panties of course, and straddled her pretty face. "Eat me, Mommy."

"Oh God," she repeated, before she began licking.

"That's it, Mommy," I moaned, feeling a strange rush at being the one in charge. No doubt I was submissive... but this role reversal was a bit of a rush.

Although she may have been shocked when she realized it was me who'd been sent to have sex with her, and had been timid when I first kissed her, she came alive when I devoured her cunt... yet that was nothing to the way the light bulb burst into incandescence the minute my cunt was above her. She ate me like I was her last meal: aggressively using her tongue and lips.

"Oh yeah, Mommy," I said, my orgasm building pretty quickly. "You're an amazing cunt muncher, Mommy."

"Come on me, my little girl," she begged as if I were her nine-year-old daughter, as I lifted my dress up and over my head so I could watch her.

"You're so hot eating my pussy, Mommy," I moaned loudly.

Another minute later, I was coming all over her pretty face. She lapped up my cunt cum like I had hers... eagerly.

Once my orgasm was spent, I got off her and asked, gazing down upon her glistening face, "Did you like it, Mommy?"

"It was delicious," she said, looking up at me in a lustful, satisfied daze.

"What was?" I asked, as I went to the bag and reached into it for my strap-on.

"Your wet cunt," she answered, any nervousness or insecurity now gone... the power of teen pussy being godlike.

"You can snack on it any time, my sexy Mommy slut," I offered, as I donned the strap-on.

"You may want to move in," she smiled, as I tossed her a bottle of lube.

I laughed, "Your hubby may wonder?"

She sat up and laughed, "He probably wouldn't even notice."

"Not notice another wet cunt in the house? Men," I sighed.

"Men," she agreed.

"Get that dress off, Mommy," I ordered.

"Yes, baby," she said, as she began taking it off.

As I posed with my massive cock, I asked, "Ready for your lesson, Mrs. Jones?"

"Definitely," she said, tossing her dress onto the floor.

"Pussy or ass?" I asked. "My Mother said you were a nasty ass fucking slut."

"I need to hear what you two talk about," she said, shaking her head.

"Mostly it's the sound of licking," I replied playfully, as I got onto the bed.

"Pick a hole," she said, as she got on all fours.

I smiled, "Eenie meenie miney moe," before I slid into her pussy.

"Oh yes, fuck me," she moaned, as this was a fucking session... not a making love session.

I slammed into her hard.

She begged for more.

I fucked her so hard and fast I could feel sweat pouring down off me.

She came a second time.

I pulled out, generously lubed my cock, and slid into her ass.

She came a third time.

I took the strap-on off, laid on her bed and she returned the favour, giving me two more orgasms with her amazing tongue.

As I got dressed, she said, "Same time next week?"

"It's a date," I agreed.

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MRS. JOHNSON'S OVERNIGHT BABYSITTER

When I went to babysit for Mrs. Johnson, she requested I stay the night, as she wouldn't be home until at least two am and would likely have had a few drinks, and she lived on the other side of town (and her husband was gone for a couple of days).

I agreed, assuming she was another of the secret society of lesbian MILFs... but then she didn't ask me to go down on her or want to go down on me. Perhaps she wasn't a member. Perhaps she was normal. Normal seeming like a distant memory.

I actually fell asleep before she got home, and it wasn't until the morning when I discovered I'd been right in the first place. She was a member of the secret society.

"I brought you breakfast in bed," a voice said, awakening me.

I groggily opened my eyes, and as I went to sit up, I banged my face on something soft and wet. This got me instantly awake, as an unmistakable pussy was directly above me.

She repeated, "I brought you breakfast in bed."

I said, just before I began to dine on the best breakfast ever (usually it was Mom... occasionally Eleanor or someone else), "Did Mom tell you this is the breakfast she brings me every morning?'

"She just did five minutes ago," Mrs. Johnson replied.

"Mom's always looking after me," I added, before I began licking.

"A mother's work is never done," she moaned.

It was a leisurely breakfast. I licked. I probed. I teased.

She moaned softly before she revealed, a few minutes into my breakfast, "Your Mom seduced me into the family."

"Sometimes I still can't believe Mom is a part of this," I said, between lapping. I added, "Other times I believe it wholeheartedly."

"She's a woman of many different personas," she agreed, before adding, "I suppose we all are."