One moment Becky was driving her friends home after a day of filming themselves having sex, the next she was jogging back from Charlotte's instead. The confusion only lasted for a second, and then she remembered how fitness was extremely important to her family. The sexiest bodies attracted the sexiest cocks, her mother always said.
As soon as she was in the house she stripped off her clothes. Her mother may be a sex-crazed pervert, but she was no less strict in her rules. It's just that the rules were different to most Asian households. Nudity was mandatory. No working on assignments until she'd masturbated. No less than two boyfriends at all times.
Like all daughters, she rebelled. She studied hard, got into a good college, and intended to move away from home. Then she turned 18 and got the hornies really bad. Her tits, tiny A-cups at the time, ballooned out to the giant G-cup cantaloupes she was proud of now. Her sex drive exploded with it. It distressed her to be so distracted by thoughts of men and shemales, with their thick juicy cocks and delicious cum, but unless she found release she couldn't concentrate on anything. And that release lasted for less and less time as the weeks of fucking different people rolled by.
For a time she cried herself to sleep with her fingers buried in her snatch, wondering why this was all happening. But by the time she discovered that her mother was mixing Amy Cunningham's protein powder into her food, she no longer cared that she was turning into a massive slut. She loved it. Constant thoughts of sex had twisted and perverted her mind and she revelled in her own corruption.
She entered the kitchen. The protein powder was already on the counter so she grabbed a glass from the cupboard and a vibrator and spoon from the drawer. Two scoops, water from the tap, and stirred with the vibrator in to shake. She sucked the vibrator clean, slipped it into her loose snatch, squeezed her dickmilking muscles to hold it, and downed the sluttifying liquid.
Her tits, sagging slightly from the jog, firmed up again. Her nipples engorged with blood and extended an inch from her heaving bosom. Droplets of milk beaded and dripped.
'There you are,' said Maggie, entering the kitchen fresh from her workout. Her hefty cock slapped from thigh to thich as she walked. 'You'd better have been out fucking one of your boyfriends as I don't see any entries in your masturbation diary.'
Becky gripped the counter. The protein was firming up her butt and her clit was bulging. 'I was.. fucking... Charlotte.'
'That don't count. Charlotte your fuckbuddy, not boyfriend. I thought we'd agreed that you'd be a good whore from now on.'
'Yes mother. Sorry mother.' Becky panted.
'Go and masturbate to some porn. Two hours. Ten orgasms. And give me your phone. I choose which of your boyfriends you fuck after.'
Becky nodded and passed her phone. Every step towards the living room threatened to push her over the edge, but she knew it wouldn't count for her ten if the porn wasn't on. As much as she loved to orgasm, ten was still an exhausting amount to coax from her body.
She made it, barely. Her body was dripping with sweat, adding to the heady scent her mother had left behind in the room. With an unsteady hand she grabbed the remote and switched the TV on.