Mistress didn't stop until Susan's pussy bowl was completely empty of cum. It was a completely surreal moment for Jen, watching her former mother literally lick up every drop of cum from her best friend's pussy. But it also turned her on to no end. However this meant that she had to fix this. Wheeling herself over, jen pushed Susan's handle, flushing her which refills her pussy bowl back up with more cum. Mistress was about to begin again, but Jen was ready and turned herself on.
The loud noise she made startled Mistress as she panicked and ran out of the bathroom as fast as she could on her hands and heels. Happy, Jen turned herself off and followed Mistress out of the room, closing the door behind her. Mistress had completely degraded into a pet. She no longer had any desire to clean, only simply to play around. This was a problem. The house now had no maid, again.
Jen sighed, almost ready to retake the position for the day until later that night when the door bell rang, causing Mistress to bark and run over, squating infront of it with her tail wagging like mad. However, the door opened, and Susan's own mother, Brenda, had arived, dressed almost identically as Mistress save for the dildo heels being now ballet boots. She closed the door behind her and made a beeline for Mistress. Mistress was elated as Brenda began rubbingher all over, especially spending extra time gropingher tits. "Aww, whose a good bitch? Whose a good Bitch? Mistress is. Mistress is a wonderfully slutty Bitch." Brenda said as she pet Mistress, who in her excitement had begun to pee herself. "Ah no! Bad girl." Scolded Brenda as she clipped a rope onto Mistress's clit ring which Jen hadn't see before, and let her outside.
Brenda sighed looking at the large puddle. "Well Brenda, this is what you get when you praise Mistress like that" she reminded herself. She walked over to where Jen was and began rolling Jen out into the foyer to clean up the mess. Jen was excited as Brenda pulled her cord out and pluged her into the wall. Now that she had power, Jen could act independently again in front of people. She turned on her vacuum and began sucking up the puddle, happily filling her womb up with her own mother's pee.she could feel the still quite warm liquid beginning to fill her collection tanks. And she didn't stop when the pee was all gone, but continued to vacuum the house once again, although doing so did practically nothing since she had just done it. As she went about, Jen contemplated as to what was to become of Brenda later that night.