The real Mother Goose

“Not you, precious,” Mother admonished, chucking Toby, the boy cat, under the chin. He purred, tilting his orange head to the side and rubbing it against her hand. The face that stared back at her with large, gold eyes was quite human.

“Mrowr,” he said, licking her fingers with his rough tongue as Blue held out the cat o’nine tails.

“Later,” Mother whispered to the catboy, leaning in and kissing him on the cheek.

He curled up on the bed, his tail swishing as he watched his mistress stand and approach the two young humans.

“Please, Mother,” the little redhead begged, her eyes flicking between the two figures standing in front of her. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just trying to keep Jack from getting into trouble!”

“Perhaps,” Mother agreed, holding the thick, black leather straps of the cat o’nine tails up to the girls pale skin. She let them trail over her bare shoulder. “But I think there’s more you’re not telling me…”

“No,” the girl whimpered, shaking her head, her red hair flying around her flushed cheeks. “I swear, that’s all!”

“Blue, unchain her,” Mother instructed, watching as the man unhooked the girl’s manacles. She rubbed her wrists as she stared up at Mother with wide blue eyes.

“Would you like to undress her, Blue?” Mother gave him a sideways smile.

“Yes, Mother,” he agreed, moving his big hands over her corset.

Instead of turning her around, he pulled her in to his big body, pressing her full breasts to him as he roughly untied and loosened the corsets’ strings, tugging it down her hips. Her panties were white and sheer and he pulled those off with the stockings.

She stepped out of her shoes, allowing him to pool her clothing at her feet.

His eyes moved over her body as he grabbed her shoulders, holding her at arms length. Her pink-tipped breasts pointed straight towards him. The gentle curve of her waist and hips drew the eye downward to the swell of her thighs, trembling as she tried to press them together to hide her sex. A soft triangle of bright red hair pointed like an arrowhead between her legs.

“Lovely, isn’t she?” Mother smiled, her eyes caressing the girl. “Doesn’t she make you want her?”

“Yes,” Blue agreed with a nod, taking a step back from the girl and removing his hands so suddenly that she stumbled and nearly fell.

“What do you think, Jack?” Mother cocked her head toward the young man.

His blue eyes dropped to the floor.. “We’re not allowed, Mother…”

“Indeed,” Mother murmured in agreement, seeing the tremble in Jill’s mouth at his words. “But she’s still a beautiful girl, isn’t she?”

“I…I suppose.” Jack’s eyes moved sideways to look at Jill’s nude form.

“Mm-hm.” Mother nodded, looking back and forth between them. “Look at her, Jack. Look at those ripe, firm breasts.”

Mother trailed the thick, black leather straps over the girl’s nipples, making her shiver.

“And she has a beautifully wet little cunt, Jack,” Mother went on, sliding the handle of the cat between the girl’s legs, forcing her to spread them with a soft moan.

“Have you seen it?”

“We’re not allowed…” Jack said again, watching as the black handle moved back and forth, slapping Jill’s flesh, making her open wider.

“Yes, so you mentioned,” Mother murmured, parting the soft, red hair between the young girl’s legs with the handle of the cat. Jill sighed, closing her eyes as the stiff nub of the whip’s handle found her clit. “But you didn’t answer me, Jack. Have you seen her pretty, pink pussy?”

Jack’s face blushed bright red and he shook his head. “No, Mother.”

“Hm.” Mother moved the handle back and forth against Jill’s clit, making her moan and spread a little more. “Is that true, Jilly?”

“Mother!” the girl gasped as the older woman slipped the hard handle of the whip between her lips, forcing it slowly inside.

“He has a fine, big cock, you know.” Mother leaned in to whisper in the girl’s ear.

The girl whimpered, shaking her head as she lowered her eyes to the floor, her hair like a red curtain around her face.

“Yes.” Mother nodded, moving her hand away from the cat o’nine tails. “You do know, don’t you?”

“No, Mother,” Jill cried.

“Don’t let that drop to the floor,” Mother instructed, watching the heavy black straps sinking slowly down the girl’s legs as the handle slid out of her wetness.

“Oh please!” the girl protested, but she tightened her muscles, halting the slide of the whip. Her tender, pale thighs trembled in protest.

“Good girl,” Mother said with a nod, moving toward Jack with a small smile playing on her lips.

“I don’t think you’re telling me the truth, Jack,” the older woman said with a sigh as she began to work the buttons on his shirt. He strained against the manacles around his wrists, twisting and turning, but it was no use.

“In fact, I’m almost sure of it,” Mother murmured, working the fastenings on his breeches and sliding them down to reveal his stiff member. It was pointing toward Mother’s own exposed dark triangle.