I am a 40 year old typical soccer mom who leads a pretty conventional  life.  My stories are based on my fantasies.  Most deal with the humiliation of older women by younger women, in the style of my favorite authors such as Cowgirl, Couture, Phoenix Arrow and Jane Parks.   I hope you enjoy this story.  It’s dedicated to my favorite Puerto Rican bitch Miss Peaches.  I’m working on further chapters, and I’d enjoy any constructive criticism.  Contact me at soccermomcheryl@yahoo.com

This a story of a middle aged woman who gets used and humiliated by a sexy Puerto Rican girl she met online.

Peaches Chapter 1

Sitting absentmindedly stroking my shoulder length blond hair, I am sitting at my keyboard, staring blankly at my screen, as I have been since 9:00 this morning.  My body is not in that bad shape for a woman my age, although I admit I could lose a few pounds.  But my husband certainly appreciates my D-Cup breasts, which I admit have begun to sag a bit, and I know my ass isn’t what it was when I was 19.

I look at myself in the mirror, blushing instantly at what I see.  I’m sitting here dressed in my “slut outfit” as she calls it.  It consists of a 2 sizes too small white button down blouse, tied just under my boobs, and a short plaid catholic schoolgirl type skirt.  Of course as prescribed, I’m wearing neither panties nor a bra.  My hair is also done up in pigtails, and I’m wearing pink lipstick.  On my feet are a pair of white keds.  This outfit would be fine for a thin girl of 15 or 16, but on an overweight 42 year old, the adjective pathetic best describes it.  I shiver, and feel a throb in my pussy as I remember the day I went to the store to buy that outfit, but hey I’m getting ahead of myself.

As I squirm uncomfortably in my chair, my mind wanders back to how this started.  How could I a well respected 42 year old wife and mother fall so quickly and completely under the spell of this bitch?  I mean what would my husband and daughters think?  Why am I doing this to myself?  I’m going down a path to destroy everything important in my life.  I should stop this now, I know.  She is my addiction, and just like heroin, I’ll do anything for a fix, no matter how degrading. 

It was 6 months ago when we first chatted online, I remember that day like it was yesterday.  You see, I work from home twice a week (my job is just too boring, so I won’t bother telling you about it), and my boss likes to use one of the popular messenger programs to keep in touch during the day.  I had heard they had all sorts of adult oriented chat rooms available, and always told myself, “Don’t those perverts have anything better to do all day besides sit there and talk about sex?”

But this day I was bored, didn’t really feel like working, but couldn’t go too far away from my computer, in case my boss wanted something from me.  I thought, “What the hell, let me just see what chat rooms they have, it’s not like I’d actually enter one of them.”

Quickly scanning through the channels, I found the adult oriented sights.  I was aghast at some of the channel names, there was ‘FuckMyWhoreBride’, ‘BigBlackDicksForWhiteWomen’, ‘PeeSex ‘among others, ewwww !!!!

I can’t believe these perverts, I thought once again with a certain air of superiority.  I should just close this out now shouldn’t I?  Sitting here now a certain large part of me wishes I had.

Then I saw it, ‘HornyGirlsforGirls’.  Oh god these perverts, I’m closing this program right now, but instead I mistakenly – at least that’s what I told myself – clicked the title and entered the room.

Well, I’m here now, maybe I should monitor this channel, I’m a mother or 2 teenaged girls, I should know what goes on, at least I can warn them of the danger online.  The conversation online was mostly inane and boring.  Some people asking for online sex things like that.  I thought to myself how pathetic.  Plus the nicknames, things like BigAssDyke, sluttyTeen, my god!!!  I didn’t even stop to consider what people would think of my nickname Soccermom.

Then I saw her, MissPeaches, she seemed to be the queen of the room.  All the women and girls on the channel seemed to show her such respect, vying for her attention.  I still can’t explain why, but I clicked on her name.  Her profile came up.

It showed her picture, she was indeed a Latina beauty, the kind almost any man would fall for.  I had to admit to myself, I could see why the lesbians liked her.  But I’m not a lesbian, having sex with another woman is unnatural and gross…isn’t it?  Still I examined her photo.  She had long wavy reddish brown hair with blonde highlights.  She had luscious red lips accented nicely with a Cindy Crawford like mole,  that were so sexy and voluptuous.  She wore a low-cut vneck top which showed quite a bit of her ample cleavage.

But her most distinguishing feature was her eyes.  They were a beautiful hazel color that demanded attention.  I had to admit it, there was something so sexy about them…but there was also something else, I couldn’t quite put my finger on it…but for some reason I had a vaguely uneasy feeling staring into them.

Her profile was written completely in Spanish, so there was little else I could tell about her.  I just couldn’t put my finger on what it was, maybe it was those beautiful piercing eyes.  I was about to click the close button (You don’t know how many times in the past months I wish I had done just that), but instead clicked the button which said “Private Chat”.  A window popped open, and I typed in, “Hi”.

I sat waiting silently scolding myself, when my computer beeped, and the response appeared.

MissPeaches:  “Sorry puta , I’m not looking for any old sluts.”

I was indignant, I should have just closed the window, but I had to defend myself.  “First of all, don’t call me a slut, I’m anything but a slut.  I’m an educated professional woman as well as a mother.  Second of all, don’t flatter yourself, I’m not a lesbian, I had just wanted to ask you a question.

MissPeaches: “Yea right, you old cunts are all the same, always acting so high and mighty, but you’re all just aching to eat young sexy puss.”

Biting my lip, and thinking once again, why don’t I just close the window.  But for some reason I felt I needed to defend my honor.  “Well, it’s not like that, I have 2 teenaged daughters, I was just monitoring the activity in this channel”, I typed.

MissPeaches:  “Did you look at my picture, and read my profile?”

SoccerMom: “Well, I saw your picture, but your profile is in Spanish, so I really couldn’t read it.”

MissPeaches:  “Just to let you know then, I’m 19 years old and I work as a stripper.  Do you think I’m sexy?”

Soccermom:  “Well, yes you’re attractive.”

MissPeaches:  “No puta, I mean sexy, would you like to see another picture of me?”

Soccermom:  “Yes.”  (Did I just type that?)

Up popped a box asking me if I wanted to download a file.  A million thoughts ran through my mind, “why was I a respected middle aged woman doing this? “ But once again instead of closing it, I clicked download.  After it finished downloading, I opened the picture and gasped out loud.  The picture was from the neck down, of a topless  woman in a red thong. I gulped, those breasts were beautiful and she was wearing a sexy belly-button ring.  My face felt flush, I had to admit it, I was a little shaky.  I had never felt like this  about another woman.

MissPeaches:  “Well puta, what do you say now?  Do you think I’m sexy?”

My hands were shaking, I was so glad she couldn’t see my reaction, trying to regain control I typed, “Your body is quite attractive, I can understand why both men and women would be attracted to you.”

MissPeaches:  No, I mean sexy.  I bet that fat ugly cunt of yours is already wet from looking at it.

“OK that’s enough, someone should put this Latina little bitch in her place.” I think to myself.  But I don’t respond.

MissPeaches:  I’m right aren’t I?

Biting my lip, someone should really smack her, but again silence from me.

MissPeaches:  “Well?”

Again silence from me.

MissPeaches:  “Well, I guess the cat has got your tongue, goodbye.”

Soccermom:  “No wait.”

MissPeaches:  “Well, are you going to answer my question?”

Soccermom: “Yes.”

MissPeaches:  “Yes what?”

Soccermom: “Yes it is. “

“What are you doing?” I think to myself.

MissPeaches: “What is?”

Soccermom: “My umm….my pussy is getting wet.” (Horrifying myself that I’m even typing this)

MissPeaches: “You’re what?  You don’t have a pussy, I have a pussy.  What do you have?”

Soccermom: (gulp) “A cunt.”  (Stop this now control yourself.)

MissPeaches: “That’s right, mommyslut, you’re learning.  Now puta tell me what you are wearing?”

Soccermom: “Ummm, just a pair of jeans and a sweater.”

MissPeaches: “I mean everything stupid.”

Soccermom: “Oh, (blushing), well a bra and panties as well.”

MissPeaches: “Well, if you want to talk with me, you are way overdressed.  Remove all over you clothes, and I do mean ALL.”

Soccermom: “Ummm, ok, let me just go and close my blinds.”

MissPeaches: “Did I tell you to close the blinds?”

Soccermom: “No, but I don’t want anyone to see me.”

MissPeaches: “This conversation isn’t about what you want, it’s about what I want.  If you can’t understand that then I have no use for you, goodbye.”

Soccermom: “Wait sorry, don’t go.  I’m undressing.”

MissPeaches: “Well hurry up, I don’t have all day.”

I began to undress, asking myself once again, what has gotten into me?  Why am I letting her treat me like this, why am I really undressing?

Soccermom: “Ok…I’m undressed.”

MissPeaches: “Tell me, is that smelly cunt of yours getting all wet and messy.”

Soccermom: “Yes.”

MissPeaches: “You’re not to touch it unless I give you permission, understand?”

Soccermom: “Yes.”

MissPeaches: “Now describe yourself, and don’t leave a single detail out.”

Soccermom: Well, ummm, I’m blonde, 5’6”, 135 lbs, 36c.

MissPeaches: “What are you stupid, I said everything, describe your tits, including your nipples, and don’t forget that ugly cunt.”

Soccermom: (Blushing more) “Well my tits are fairly large, I guess the size of small grapefruits, my nipples are pink about an inch in diameter. My…my cunt has a blonde bush.”

MissPeaches: “And how much did you say you weighed?”

Soccermom: “Umm, I think around 135, but I haven’t weighed myself in a while.”

MissPeaches: “What!!! When I ask you a question, I expect a complete and correct answer.  I think I’m wasting my time with you.  I asked you your weight, and you told me you GUESSED it was 135.  Now listen, and listen good, you are to go get on a scale immediately and report back on your exact weight.  This is your last chance, screw up again and this conversation is over.”

As I got up and meekly walked to my scale, I asked myself once again, “Why am  I letting her treat me like this?”  However, deep down I knew the answer, for some reason this young bitch was turning me on beyond belief.  I didn’t even understand why, and I hated myself for it.

Soccermom: “I’m back.”

(There was no answer for several minutes as I sat naked waiting for her.)

MissPeaches:  “Well tell me then, what do you weigh?”

Soccermom: “I’m 148.”

MissPeaches:  “(LOL) Oh god you’re a pig, una gorda.  Why am I wasting my time?  From now on when you refer to yourself, I want you to preface it with ‘this pig’.  For example, “This pig weighs 148 pounds. I also want you to treat me with respect, I want you to call me Miss Peaches.  Understand?”

Soccermom: (gritting my teeth and thinking bitch) “Yes Miss Peaches.”

MissPeaches:  “Good piggy, now I want you to pinch and pull those slut nipples, to get them nice and hard and pointy for me understand?”

Soccermom: “I understand.”

Soccermom: “I mean, this piggy understands.”

I begin pinching and pulling my nipples.

MissPeaches:  “Now tell me about your family, you said you had 2 daughters, how old are they?  Also are you married?”

The warning bells were ringing loudly in my head, why couldn’t I just close this fucking window.

Soccermom: “Yes Miss Peaches, I’m married, and my daughters are 16 and 17 years old.”

MissPeaches:  “I want to see your family, send me a picture of your whole family right now.”

I had to put a stop to this right now.

Soccermom: “Sorry, I can’t.”

MissPeaches:  “I ask you for a simple thing, and you refuse .Then, goodbye, get your fat slutty self dressed, and don’t ever bother me again.”

Soccermom: “No wait, please, I’ll send it to you.”

I begin searching through my computer, until I find a picture.  It had been taken on Easter Sunday with all of us dressed for church.  I pressed the button to send the file to Miss Peaches silently cursing myself again for taking this step.  As the picture was loading to her computer the response came.

MissPeaches:  “Good slut, you may finger that nasty cunt of yours while this picture is loading, but don’t you dare cum.”

Totally humiliated, but out of my mind I instantly began fingering myself, first with one finger, then with 2.  I couldn’t believe how wet I was, I knew the slightest touch to my clit would cause an instant orgasm.

MissPeaches:  “Oh my you’re such a fat ugly slut, I bet your husband can’t even stand the thought of fucking you anymore.  You’re daughters are cute though, are they sluts just like their mommypig?”

Soccermom: Continuing to finger myself, I began typing with one hand. “My daughers aren’t sluts, they are good girls.”

MissPeaches:  “Don’t fool yourself, daughters always take after their mother, if the mom’s a slut so are her offspring.  You’re the mommypig and they are your little piglets.  Now you’ve been a good slut, do you want a good cum puta?”

Soccermom:  Although I bristled at the insult to my daughters, I was so in need of an orgasm.  “Yes Miss Peaches, I want a good orgasm.”

MissPeaches:  “What are you willing to do for it?”

Soccermom:  I thought of arguing, hadn’t I done enough already, but instead I typed, “Anything.”

MissPeaches:  “Ok, then we’ll see.  You have 2 choices.  Choice number one, you can rub your clit right now and have an orgasm.  Choice number 2, you can go in your oldest daughter’s room, and put on a pair of her panties, lay on her bed, and finger yourself to orgasm on her bed.  You can do either one, however if you choose option number one,  then this talk was a one time only deal.  If you ever want to speak with me again, then you must pick choice number 2.  I’ll never speak with you again until I receive a picture of you masturbating yourself in your daughter’s bed. Now which is your choice?”

Soccermom:  Waves of intense shame washed over me as I typed, “I’ll take choice 2.”

MissPeaches:  “Good cunt, get going and have fun. Next time you see me online, I want the picture.  Don’t you dare even think of contacting me without it.   Now get to work and don’t you dare disappoint me.”

And with that the window closed.  I continued to finger myself as an argument raged inside my head.  Just let yourself cum, please let this be the end of it.  However I continued to stare at Miss Peach’s sexy pictures, and I knew I really had no choice.

I stood up and retrieved my camera from the desk drawer where it was stored.  Carrying the camera, I slowly took the walk of shame down the hall to my daughter Megan’s bedroom.  To compound my embarrassment, I noticed my juices were flowing freely down my legs, to the point I was nervous that I would drip on the floor.

I finally entered Megan’s room, noticing it as if it were the first time.  Seeing  the posters as well as all the bright colors made me reflect on the depravity of the act I was about to perform.  The need for my orgasm was so strong, that I shut off the rational portion of my brain.

I began to rummage through her underwear drawer, trying to find a pair she didn’t wear too often and wouldn’t be missed.  I was also keenly aware that my choice must please Miss Peaches.  I finally settled on a light blue lace thong.  I picked up the panties, god they looked so tiny, they might rip straight away if I put them on.

I set the camera on the dresser, pointing at my daughter’s bed.  I checked to make sure it would pick up the action.  I then set the camera on automatic, so it would take a new picture every 10 seconds.  I then took the panties, and began sliding them over my legs, gosh they were so small.  I finally managed to get them on, believe me they were stretched to the limit.  The feeling on my clit was intense, I almost came from the pressure they were putting on me.

Hurriedly, before I chickened out, I lay down on Megan’s bed and then spread my legs.  There was already a huge wet spot in the crotch.  From my position propped up on her bed, I could see directly into her mirror.   Along side the mirror were pictures of her as well as some of her friends.  The sight of me sprawled out on the bed juxtaposed to the innocent pictures made this act if possible feel even more depraved.

But I was beyond control.  I just started rubbing myself like a bitch in heat.  In what felt like seconds, I began to feel an orgasm building.  It took control of me like a tidal wave.  I began bucking and shaking and moaning simultaneously.  The orgasm lasted forever.  When it was finally over, I collapsed in a mass of sweat on her bed almost passing out.

Shaking myself back to life, the lust was gone, and all that remained was the shame.  I quickly got up, to grab the camera.  As I was about to leave my daughter’s room, I turned and looked at her bed.  There was a gigantic wet spot.  The shame and revolution over took me, as I collapsed on the floor on my knees.

End of part 1

I am a 40 year old typical soccer mom who leads a pretty conventional life. My stories are based on my fantasies. Most deal with the humiliation of older women by younger women, in the style of my favorite authors such as Cowgirl, Couture, Phoenix Arrow and Jane Parks. I hope you enjoy this story. It's dedicated to my favorite Puerto Rican bitch Miss Peaches. I'm working on further chapters, and I'd enjoy any constructive criticism.

This a story of a middle aged woman who gets used and humiliated by a sexy Puerto Rican girl she met online.

Peaches – Chapter 2

I was consumed with guilt following my chat session with Miss Peaches. I don't know what came over me that day. I'm not a lesbian, and have never been with a woman, so I don't know why I got so turned on by that Puerto Rican hottie. She turned out to be such a total bitch. I couldn't believe how she degraded me, and I don't know what came over me masturbating like that, on my daughter's bed, wearing her panties. I was disgusted by my own actions, and swore repeatedly that it would never happen again. I'd never repeat that ugly incident, NEVER.

Then my mind went back to the pictures I had taken, I realized that I hadn't even deleted them from my camera. My face went flush momentarily, thinking of the serious consequences had my husband or one of my daughters seen them. Better delete them right now. With hands shaking I retrieved the camera from my drawer, and hooked it up to my laptop. I downloaded the pictures. Up came a slide show of all of the pictures from the camera. "Don't even look at them, just press delete", I told myself.

I just couldn't help myself, I took a quick peak; there were 10 pictures in all. I gulped noticing myself frigging myself in my daughters blue thong. My blonde pussy hair poking out the sides, and the crotch of the panties was soaking wet. I felt an electric jolt to my crotch, and I knew instantly that looking at these pictures was a mistake. The feelings of humiliation came flooding back to me, also the feelings of intense pleasure. I knew instantly, I craved more; I had to talk to Miss Peaches again.

Automatically, I opened my chat program, and went to the chat room where I first met Miss Peaches; half hoping she wouldn't be there, but half desperately hoping she would be. I saw she was there, and my heart skipped a beat. With shaking hand, I clicked on her name and brought up the private chat window. I typed in, "Hi, Miss Peaches", and waited. First for 5 minutes, and then 10 minutes, but there was no response. Desperate now, I typed, "I have the picture you wanted."

A response finally came back.

MissPeaches: "I have no idea what you're talking about. Who are you?"

My heart dropped, I was crestfallen. Was it possible that this woman, I was so desperate for; that I'd thought about thousands of times in the past 2 weeks didn't even remember me?

Soccermom: "Ummm, we chatted a couple of weeks ago, you asked me to take a certain picture of myself and send it to you."

MissPeaches: "Listen puta, old sluts like you contact me all the time. I don't have a lot of time to waste. Well ok you have a picture, let me take a look."

I quickly without thinking sent a picture of myself. This picture showed me in the throws of my orgasm, writhing on my daughter's bed. I was ashamed, since not 15 minutes earlier; I was ready to delete these photos. Now I was sending them to Miss Peaches, desperate for her approval. I waited expectantly for 5 minutes; finally there was a response.

MissPeaches: "Oh yes I remember you puta, you're the old slut who loves wearing your daughter's panties and masturbating on her bed."

My first thought was to protest, "I didn't want to do that you bitch, you forced me to." But instead I typed, "I did that because you wanted me to Miss Peaches."

MissPeaches: "Yea, right puta, if you say so. Either way, I'm talking with some young sexy bitches today; I don't have time to waste on an old fat slut like you. Besides, you're as hairy as an ape. I like my sluts clean shaven."

My heart was broken, I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. I knew now was my chance to gather my last bit of self respect, close the window, and never talk with Miss Peaches again. However, my pussy was betraying me; she had awoken something in me that I just couldn't shut off.

Soccermom: "Pleaaaseee Miss Peaches." (Oh why am I doing this.)

MissPeaches: "Oh god you're disgusting. Why do I waste my time on these charity cases? You probably smell like shit too. Well if you want to have even a chance of talking with me here is what I want you to do. First take a shower, and clean off that smelly body. Then, I want you to shave that disgusting cunt completely clean. When your done come back. Oh and by the way save that disgusting cunt hair. When you're done, I want a picture of your bald cunt, and another one of the hair you cut off."

Once again the rational part of my brain, told me that enough was enough, and that I should just tell this bitch off, and get out of here. But of course that's not what I did.

Soccermom: "Yes Miss Peaches."

I quickly got up from my desk, and removed my clothes. I got in the shower, although I had just showered that morning and didn't need another one. Why didn't I just tell her I took a shower, she'd never know. But somehow I had this irrational fear that she would know, and if she found out, she'd never talk with me again.

After my shower I took my towel and dried off. It was time to shave. Normally I groom myself in the shower, with a razor and shaving cream. But Miss Peaches told me to save my hair as proof. I took my makeup mirror and lay it on my bathroom floor. Then I retrieved my husband's electric razor. I squatted over the mirror, and began shaving, taking care that the hair would fall onto the mirror. I don't know whether it was the vibration from the electric razor, or the humiliating position I was in, but I could feel myself getting very wet.

When I was satisfied that my cunt was completely bare, I retrieved the camera, and snapped a picture of my hair clippings. Then I took another one of my bare cunt.

I quickly uploaded both pictures to Miss Peaches, and waited. Finally a response came.

MissPeaches: "(LOL) look at that fat ugly cunt of yours. You are a big fat ugly pig. Well what is it that you want from me?"

I was desperate, I humiliated myself beyond belief, and just for Miss Peaches' approval, and she still wouldn't talk to me.

Soccermom: "I, I just wanted to talk with you, I thought maybe we could be friends."

MissPeaches: "(LOL) Oh puta, you can't be my friend, I only like young sexy girls, the only reason I ever talk with old sluts like you is when they entertain me. What are you willing to do to entertain me?"

Soccermom: (Biting my lip) "Anything."

MissPeaches: Well let's see about that. First let's decorate you, go to your daughter's room, and get her favorite red lipstick, and don't tell me she doesn't have any because I know she's a slut just like you. Also, get a black magic marker, and hurry bitch.

Knowing it was senseless to argue. I quickly retrieved both items.

Soccermom: I'm back, Miss Peaches.

MissPeaches: What took you so long, slut. Never mind, it's time to start decorating yourself. I want you to completely color in those cow nipples of yours with the lipstick. Make it nice and messy. When you're done with that, I want you to color that slut cunt and asshole completely. I want you completely covered, and don't forget, make it thick and messy.

Once again, I knew it was senseless to complain. I was getting to the point where my desire to cum overruled all reason. I began slathering the lipstick all over my nipples, my cunt and my ass, until I was completely covered. I looked like a perverted clown.

Soccermom: I'm done Miss Peaches.

MissPeaches: "OK puta. Now take the marker. On one of those cow udders, I want you to write SLUT in large letters. On the other write PIG. On that fat stomach, I want you to write SMELLY CUNT and draw an arrow down to that smelly cunt. When it's complete, I want to see a picture of you."

I wanted to protest. Oh why couldn't she be nice to me? With tears in my eyes, I got to work on my degrading task. When it was complete, I took a picture and sent it to Miss Peaches.

MissPeaches: "Oh you look so ridiculous; I can't believe what a slut you are. That fat cunt getting wet puta?"

Soccermom: "Yes Miss Peaches."

MissPeaches: "You want to cum?"

Soccermom: "Yes Miss Peaches."

MissPeaches: "Do you remember how you did it last time?"

Soccermom: My thoughts went back to that shameful day 2 weeks ago; me laying on my daughter's bed, wearing her panties and masturbating. "Yes Miss Peaches."

MissPeaches: "Do you want to do the same thing again?"

I wanted to scream out NO, but I knew deep down inside the answer she wanted. Anything else and I feared she'd stop talking with me.

Soccermom: "Yes Miss Peaches."

MissPeaches: "Giggle, Are you sure?"

Soccermom: "Yes Miss Peaches."

MissPeaches: "I don't think you really want to. Just forget it, goodbye."

Soccermom: "No please Miss Peaches, I really want to."

MissPeaches: "Well, why don't you beg me stupid?"

Soccermom: "Please...please, please let me put on my daughters panties and masturbate, please I want to soooo bad." (And at that moment it was so true.)

MissPeaches: "You're pathetic, with a mother like you your daughters have no choice but to grow up as sluts. Some day they'll be begging me to lick my ass just like you want to, huh piggy?"

I didn't dare respond to that last question. Instead I repeated my prior plea.

Soccermom: "Please...please, please let me put on my daughters panties and masturbate, please I want to so bad."

MissPeaches: "Wait I have a better idea. Here's what I want you to do. First, I want you to return the lipstick to your daughter's room. Don't you dare throw it away. Next time you see her wearing it, you'll know just where it's been. Then I want you to go into each of your daughter's rooms and retrieve a pair of panties from each hamper.

Shamefully, I did as told, I returned with 2 pairs of soiled panties.

Soccermom: "I'm back Miss Peaches." MissPeaches: "OK, put one pair on, and set your camera to automatic, we're going to need some pictures."

I set the camera, and squeezed myself into one of the panties. Once again the sensation in my clit was instantaneous.

Soccermom: "I'm ready Miss Peaches."

MissPeaches: "OK, now start licking the crotch of the other panties; make sure you get it nice and wet. Of course, I want you to make sure you get some nice pictures."

I began licking the crotch of my daughter's panties, completely horrified, and completely turned on at the same time. The camera recorded my utter degradation. I uploaded the picture to Miss Peaches, and waited expectantly for her permission to cum.

MissPeaches: "Oh puta, you did so good. I'm so proud of you."

In spite of myself my heart beamed with pride.

Soccermom: "Thank you Miss Peaches, ummm well I guess I get my reward now, right?"

MissPeaches: "Grrr, always...cum, cum, cum. You are such a slutty bitch. If you want to talk with me again you must learn some self control."

Soccermom: (My heart dropped.) "Yes Miss Peaches."

MissPeaches: "OK, here's how it's going to be. If you want to cum, go right ahead, of course you realize it will be completely over between you and I."

MissPeaches: "No Miss Peaches, I don't want it over, I NEED you." (Oh my god it was true.)

MissPeaches: "Well then, here's what I want. Send me your phone numbers, all of them right now, home, work and the office."

I knew it was a horrible mistake, but I was out of control, I immediately sent Miss Peaches my contact numbers.

MissPeaches: "Good girl, you may have some promise yet. Also, I have a list of other things I expect of you, if you wish to speak with me again. There will be no compromises, if you don't agree that's fine, but obviously we won't talk again. Please write this down word for word. I want you to sign your name at the bottom and keep it with you at all times."

I stared at the screen looking at the list horrified, but realizing I was completely hooked, I had to follow this path to see where it would take me.

MissPeaches: "Do you understand everything puta?"

Soccermom: "Yes, Miss Peaches."

MissPeaches: "Good girl, now it's time for me to go. One other thing, no shower or cleaning up until tomorrow morning, I want you to stay in your makeup overnight. Goodbye piggy."

And just like that she was gone.

End of Chapter 2.

I am a 40 year old typical soccer mom who leads a pretty conventional life. My stories are based on my fantasies. Most deal with the humiliation of older women by younger women, in the style of my favorite authors such as Cowgirl, Couture, Phoenix Arrow and Jane Parks. I hope you enjoy this story. It's dedicated to my favorite Puerto Rican bitch Miss Peaches. I'm working on further chapters, and I'd enjoy any constructive criticism.  YOU can email me at soccermomcheryl@yahoo.com.

This a story of a middle aged woman who gets used and humiliated by a sexy Puerto Rican girl she met online.

Peaches Chapter 3

1) Absolutely no orgasms without permission, you are not even to think about touching that smelly cunt.  No orgasms even with your husband, if he insists on having sex with a pig like you, which I can't see how he would, you're only allowed to pleasure him through oral or anal sex.

2) You must shower frequently, at least twice a day, to keep your piggy body from smelling so much.  You must completely shave that fat cunt every time you shower.

3) You must not wear a bra or panties when home.  You may wear them to the office under the following conditions.  You may only wear one of the 2 pairs of panties you took from your daughters' hampers.  You may also retrieve one bra from your daughter's hamper.  You may only wear that one.  If you can't find one that fits, then too bad go without.

4) You may wash the bra and panties on Sunday evening, and only Sunday evening.  You may not wash them in the washing machine, hand washing only.  In between Sunday washings, you may feel free to clean them with your tongue, you'll probably need to do that, as your smelly cunt will be sure to get them gross fast.

5) You must keep the following items with you at all times, digital camera (camera phone is fine), both pairs of your daughters panties, the bag of smelly cunt hair you shaved this morning, a black magic marker, a red magic marker,  and your largest vibrator.

6) Don't even think about contacting me!!! If I want to contact you I will, but otherwise keep that fat smelly piggy body away from me.

And follow those rules I did, for 2 agonizing weeks.  Filled with fear and shame, I followed Mistress Peaches orders.  I felt totally degraded, afraid that I would be discovered, and totally ashamed of myself.  All of her rules were designed to strip away my dignity, and that they did.  But by far the most difficult, was rule 6, not contacting Mistress Peaches.

As the time passed, my mind was a rollercoaster of emotions.  One minute aching for Mistress Peaches, the next praying she would never call again.  As the days became weeks, I became surer that she wouldn't contact me, and I began to feel a sense of relief.  Early on, every time the phone rang, I'd jump fearing/anticipating her call.  After all, I foolishly gave her my home, work and cell numbers.  But still I had been following her orders.

But her control over me was waning; I began to seriously ask myself why I, a grown, professional mom, was acting like this.  It was time to put an end to it.  It just so happened that an old friend had called me the day before, and we planned a lunch date that day.

As I sat at my desk at work, anticipating meeting my friend Sue, I thought to myself, "Maybe today is the day to free myself from this horror.  I'll throw away this dreadful list, and empty my purse of these humiliating items."  Time and again, I've been on edge fearing someone would discover the horrible items I had with me.  "Yes today is the day.  I'll throw away all of these items before I meet Sue, and resume my perfectly normal life."

I looked at my watch, it was 11:45, Sue should be calling soon; to let me know where we were going to meet.  When my office phone rang, my spirits lifted, "Just like Sue punctual as ever", I thought happily as I lifted the receiver. "Hello", I answered cheerfully, awaiting Sue's response.

"Hello puta, did you miss me?”, came a heavily accented Hispanic voice.  It could only be one person.

Lightening striking, bombs exploding in my head, I was struck motionless.  Although I had never actually heard her voice before, I knew exactly who it was.  It was Mistress Peaches.  Just when I was about to free myself, she burst back into my life.  I couldn't speak, I couldn't do anything.

I heard her loud giggle, "What's wrong, puta, cat got your tongue?"

"What...What is it you want?", I managed to stammer.

"Oh puta, is that a nice way to speak with your mistress, I guess, I'll just hang up now and leave you alone."

"No please, don't", I couldn't believe I was descending into hell so quickly.

"Well puta, let me think about it.  I'm bored today, none of my young pretty friends are around, so I thought I might play with my old pig slut.  Have you followed my instructions?"

"Ummm, yes I...I have...but...you see, I have plans today.  I'm supposed to meet an old friend for lunch".  I heard my voice, sounding almost instantly like a frightened child.

"Well your plans have just changed puta, after all you would rather be my slut, than meet some silly friend for lunch right?", came Mistress peaches question.

"Yes", I replied resignedly, horrifying myself that she could draw me back so quickly and completely.

"Well, now you have your chance.  But first, I need to know that you're not lying to me.  You said you were following my orders right?"

"Yes", came my one word reply.

"Well you are going to need to prove it.  Slide your panties down to your knees.  I need a picture of the panties, to make sure you're wearing the ones that I approved. Also, I will need a picture of that slut hole.  I need to know if my piggy has learned to groom properly."

I whispered into the phone, "I can't do that, I'm at my desk at work".  But at the same time, I could feel that familiar heat building in my crotch.

"I don't care where you are.  Just do what I say, or we will NEVER, talk again", came her harsh response.

"Yes Mistress Peaches", was my reply.  I was horrified, but I looked around, to make sure no one was looking, and shamefully slid my panties down.  Using my camera phone, I took a picture of them, and another one of my bald pussy.  "I did it Mistress Peaches".

"Good puta, but I need to see", came her reply. she gave me instructions on where to send the pictures. "Now keep your panties at your knees, until I see the photos".

"Yes Miss Peaches", I replied resignedly.

"Now, take the other items from your purse, and dump them on your desk".

I knew I should put a stop to this.  I'd never be able to explain this.  But instead I emptied out my purse.  I saw my 'spare' panties, my 9" vibrator, and of course that disgusting bag of hair. 

"Oh god you are such a filthy desperate pig, aren't you?  Aching so much to taste Mami's sweet pussy you'll do anything won't you?”  Miss Peaches replied.

I had no reply, what could I say, just then I heard noise, and saw Joyce from accounting walking down the hall.  I was mortified, what would I do, if she came over to my desk?  How could I hide my situation from her?  But to my relief, she turned a corner and headed off in another direction.

"You've been a good girl, and today if you're lucky you'll have a special treat".

My heart brightened at hearing these words.  Although, part of me, still wished I had the power to just hang up.  "That's if you are a good girl and follow my directions.  Are you going to be a good girl puta?"

"Yes Miss Peaches", was my pathetic reply.

"Good, you’re going on a little shopping trip", stated Peaches. "I've just emailed instructions, to your work email address.  Before you read them, you must remove your bra and panties, right there at your desk.  When you receive my instructions, I want you to print them out.  You must follow them to the letter.  It’s almost 12:00 now, you have until 2:30.  I want pictures of everything emailed back to me.  If you don't follow my instructions completely, or don't finish by 2:30, you'll never hear from me again."

And just like the phone went dead.

Blushing brightly, I slid my panties off, and began working my bra off as well.  Trying to work quickly and quietly, I knew if someone caught me, I'd never be able to live it down.  Just as I finished with my bra, I saw the email from Miss Peaches.  The subject was, "Is that Smelly cunt of yours all wet Cheryl Masters?"  God, she had used my real name, I shivered at the thought of the email police in the office finding that, and how would I ever be able to explain.  The next problem was printing; I didn't have my own private printer, that privilege was reserved for the execs.  I had to print it in a common print room, and run and get the note before anyone else could see.

Just as I pressed print, my phone rang, I reflexively picked it up, without thinking.  "I’ve been trying to get a hold of you, but all I get is your voicemail.  Who have you been talking to?"

Oh shit it was my friend Sue, not 10 minutes ago; I was looking forward to a nice normal lunch with her, now I had completely forgotten.  "Oh Sue, gosh I'm so sorry, I forgot to call you...ummm well I can't make it today, my boss called an emergency meeting, I'm sorry, we'll have to reschedule", I told Sue.

I could tell Sue was a bit aggravated, but well what could I do?  Suddenly I noticed, Emma, my boss’s bitchy secretary walking in the direction of the print room, and I panicked.  "I have to go now Sue, bye." And just like that I hung up the phone, and raced to the print room.

Emma gave me a funny look as I whisked passed her into the room, it was only just then that I realized with no bra on, and running like that I must've been some sight.  I rushed in and quickly grabbed Miss Peaches' email, and rushed back to my desk.

I sat down, and read it with horror, could I possibly do what she told me.  I gulped, part of me wanted to rip it to shreds, and forget about the whole thing, but there was a warmth between my legs, that I could no longer repress.  I could feel my juices already beginning to flow.

I looked down at the note.  "First, you've been a bad girl, I called you out of the goodness of my heart, and you told me you were busy.  So you'll need to be punished, nothing major just something so you remember your place.  I want you to cut the first 3 buttons off of your blouse, you'll be quite a site walking around braless, with your shirt half way open won't you.  Good, then maybe next time, I won't have any disobedience."

I did as instructed, cutting the buttons off of my expensive blouse, ruining it, and then looked down at the note again.

"Throw your buttons in your waste basket, along with the bra and panties you removed, you won't be needing them (of course, don't forget to take a picture)", read the next instruction.

"I hope you are being a good girl puta, and following my instructions.  Next I want you to drive to the nearest pet store, don't read this note any farther until you get there."

I arrived in the parking lot of the pet store.  It was one of those Giant Pet stores that have been popping up all over the place recently, the sign read, "Pet Smart".  I took out Miss Peaches note. 

The next instruction read as follows.  "Go in the pet store you stupid cunt.  You are to pick out a nice pig collar for yourself, and don't forget to try it on inside the store to make sure it fits."

Shakily I got out of my car, trying as best I could to keep my breasts from showing with the top buttons removed from my shirt.  I quickly scanned the parking lot making sure no one I knew was around.  A little flustered I entered the store, and began looking around, but I couldn't see where the dog collars were.  Frantically I began walking up and down the isles. 

I wasn't looking where I was going, and I nearly knocked over the girl working there. She couldn't be more than 17, short cropped red hair, nice figure. "Can I help you?", the

girl asked, getting a good look at my outfit. Her face was a mixture of shock and amusement, and she actually stifled a laugh as I stood there.

"I...uh...I need to find the collars" I said, never looking up.

"Yeah. Aisle 5", came her bemused reply.

I felt the girl’s eyes boring into me as I made my way to aisle 5. I picked out a black leather collar with rhinestones on it. Thankfully it fit as I quickly put it around my throat to make sure. I took it off and headed to the register. The girl, Heather, was there.

"Find what you needed?" giggled Heather.

"Uh...yeah...thanks” I whispered as I quickly paid.

As I was leaving, Heather called out, "Miss they sell bras next door. Looks like you need one of those, too." My face burned bright red and tears welled up in my eyes as

I made my way back to my car.

I thought to myself, "I just can't do this anymore; I just want to go home, have nice bath and glass of wine and forget about all of this." 

But instead I picked up the note, and read the next instruction.  Miss Peaches must have been able to read my mind.  "Got the pig collar fatty?  Good, I bet part of you is ready to chicken out and just go home.  But I bet that fat cunt is soaking wet isn't it?" And she was right.

"It's best if you leave the thinking to the real woman here, right puta?", read the next line.  "It's time to fix that hideous wardrobe of yours...".  I continued to read the instructions until the end.  When I finished them, my body shook, I burst out crying, "Could this really be happening to me?”   I knew I was descending into hell, from which I might never return.

However, 30 minutes later, I had regained my composure as much as possible, I found myself in the mall, in one of those stores that catered to teenaged girls.  In fact my daughters shopped at this store quite frequently.  I began to browse through the racks of clothes as instructed.

I looked around in even more horror now. How can I be expected to wear these things? It's just not possible. But again, my pussy betrayed me and I began picking out the clothes according to Miss Peaches instructions. They were at least a size too small, and juniors. I would look like one of those pathetic soccer moms desperately trying to be cool. I had  a white ruffled skirt that would barely cover my ass and a blue baby-t. As I walked back to the changing room, I was horrified, there were several girls standing talking, giggling ect, and I recognized them, instantly as classmates of my daughter Megan's.

I put my head down, and tried to walk past them unnoticed, until I heard a melodic voice, "Oh hi Mrs. M, is Megan with you? She said she might meet  us here today."  It was Cindy, an acquaintance of my daughter Megan.

Fighting the urge to drop everything and run, I turned, and feeling my face turn bright red.  "Ummm, no I...I'm just trying on some of the these things for myself."

Cindy finally got a close look at me, with my boobs hanging half way out of my shirt, and her facial expressions went through the familiar phases, of confusion, shocked recognition, and vague amusement. 

I horridly entered the changing room, as soon as I was inside I heard the girls burst out laughing, "Did you see that?", they squealed. 

My mind was filled with shame and lust.  As I reread the final instructions from Miss Peaches.

"When you get into the dressing room, try on your new slut outfit, and don't forget all of your accessories."

"Then I want you to take a marker from your purse and write, "Property of" on one tit, and "Mistress Peaches" on the other. After that, it's time for your reward. Get on your knees and you may come, thanking me for your pleasure the entire time. Use your slutty fingers to get yourself off you pathetic mommycunt."

I dropped to my knees with reckless abandon began stroking my clit, and thanking Miss Peaches.  In no time, I was ready to cum; I felt my juices soaking through the dress.  Just as I was about to cum, I heard a familiar voice. Then I heard Cindy just outside the changing room say, "Oh hi Megan...guess what we just ran into your mom."

As all of the girls burst out laughing, I burst into an uncontrollable orgasm, one I had waited weeks for.  My body shook and spasmed out of control, until I fell down onto the floor of the changing room.

End of part 3.