Jenny took a deep breath, picked up a tissue from the box at the top of the stairs and wiped her inner thighs again, before slowly making her way downstairs and through the doorway that lead into the dining room. It felt weird being naked in her dining room with her mother in the kitchen just a few feet away.
The house had an open plan kitchen / dining room which meant that whoever was cooking could still talk to those at the table. The dining table had 6 identical leather seats, 2 on each side and one at either end, or at least it used to.
Jenny whimpered when she saw how the curse had changed the seating arrangements. Where there had once been a sixth chair facing the doorway now stood what looked like a converted gynaecologists’ chair. The two stirrups were set at a wide angle and the back was reclined. Just below where the stirrups joined the chair there was a funnel and beneath it Jenny’s mother had placed a bucket. It was also raised much higher than the rest of the chairs, with its bottom sitting slightly above the surface of the table. Jenny knew that when she climbed onto it and placed her legs in the stirrups her pussy would be displayed to everyone at the table and anyone in the doorway.
But that wasn’t the most worrying part, what really worried jenny was the new device that seemed to adorn the centre of the table. There was a long oblong in the centre of the table with its shortest edges facing the ends of it. At the edge facing the new chair was a dildo and it seemed to be attached to a piston, Jenny gulped. The Juice from her pussy started to drip down her thighs again.
“Ah, there you are!” Her mother said walking around the island worktop and into the dining area where Jenny stood in a state of shock. “We need to get a move on, school starts in 20 minutes and it’ll take me about 10 to drive you!”
“I’m not very hungry.” Jenny said backing away; there was no way that she was climbing onto that.
“Don’t be silly!” Her mother laughed, “You know that breakfast is the most important meal of the day!” Jenny didn’t respond, and then her mother’s smile lost its edge.
“I asked you if you wanted breakfast upstairs and you said ‘yes’. I’m about to eat mine and we’re not going anywhere until you’ve had yours.” Her mother raised one eyebrow as an inquisitive gesture that clearly showed what she expected Jenny’s next move to be; she pointed to the new chair.
“So stop being silly, come over here and have your breakfast!” She’d raised her voice just enough that Jenny new that she was starting to get annoyed.
Jenny tentatively took a few steps forward into the dining room, her heels clicking on the floor. She thought she saw her mother lick her lips as she walked closer but she ignored it as imagination.
Jenny climbed onto the chair, it was strangely comfy under her bare butt and as she lay back onto the reclined backrest she felt even more comfortable. She discovered that her head found its way into a support that raised it and forced her to look back down at her nude body and at her mum sitting at the table round the corner on her left.
Jenny’s legs and feet hung limp of the end of the table until her mum gave her an annoyed glance and then pointed to the clock. She quickly lifted them and placed them in the stirrups; spreading her wide and exposing her now spread pussy to the dining room doorway. She looked down at her bald girl slit and realized why there was a funnel under the chair. He spread pussy was completely full with juice! As soon as she’d spread her legs it began to dribble out in an impressive stream that ran down her ass and into the funnel. Faintly she could hear the unmistakeable sound of drips hitting the bucket.
She looked past her pussy and her mums smiling face at the large dildo that was now aimed directly at her gaping vagina. Her mum flicked a switch on the top of the black oblong and suddenly the dildo burst to life, vibrating wildly. Then the piston it was mounted on started to push forward until it filled Jenny completely! The vibrating was so intense that she started to scream with pleasure, it was too much.
Her mother smiled and then looked down at her own breakfast, realising that she had forgotten to put any milk on her cereal she looked at her orgasming daughter. Jenny watched her mother through blurry eyes as the torturer in her pussy continued to hum bringing her to a second mind shattering orgasm.
Her mother stood and walked over to the side of her daughter, avoiding the foot that was thrashing wildly at the end of the left stirrup. “I need some milk Jenny” she said; Jenny came, hard, at hearing her name and then a second time because of the sensations in her cunt. She was just coming down from her orgasms when she realised that her mother had attached strange hoses to her nipples!
She tried to twist away and get her legs out of the stirrups but she couldn’t. She wasn’t allowed to stop anything that was being done to her she remembered, damn Kyle!
Then there was a sudden suction in the hoses and she felt a strange sensation as milk started to flow freely from her nipples. The pleasure caused by this was enough to send her over the edge again!
She helplessly watched as the milk was sucked up the tubes and behind her head where her mother was standing. She tried to see what was going on but couldn’t get her head back far enough.
Then the suction stopped and her mother removed the hoses. Jenny saw her walk back around in front of the spasming Jenny and sit down to eat her cereal. Jenny realised that her mother had used her milk on her cereal and now she was eating it!
Jenny had another orgasm as she sat in her new chair; all she could do was clench her hands into frustrated fists and grit her teeth, while her mother happily chewed away at her morning cereal.
Breakfast continued like this for another 5 minutes and jenny came at least 6 times more before her mother finally turned off the machine and moved back into the kitchen to put her bowl in the dish washer.
Jenny threw her head back and let out a frustrated yell; she was just on the edge of another orgasm and decided to finish herself off with her fingers. Her mother returned and picked up the bucket from between Jenny’s spread legs; it had about half a pint of Pussy juice at the bottom! Jenny noticed her watching as she fingered herself to relief once again.
“Hungry were we?” her mother asked suggestively. Jenny didn’t care anymore as she came and laid back and tried to recover.