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You've spent the last year in a scholomance, you've been the target of murder attempts, magical disasters and no end of near-death experiences, and this is without a doubt the worst day you've had in a long time.

It's not like you weren't expecting this, but even all the time you spend psyching yourself up couldn't prepare you for just how obnoxious an evening with Liz's family would be. If you hadn't augmented your calm, you think you would've put her mother through a window by now. She's spent the whole evening fluctuating between stories about how much better Liz is than you, insults about your appearance, and tales about what a nice boy Liz's ex was, and how much better the two of them went together.

So now here you are, still fuming, lying in a drafty spare room, on the opposite side of the house from Liz's room, because her mother “doesn't want that kind of thing in the house.” Maybe you could creep across to Liz's room, have some fun right under her parents' noses, but she seemed so eager for you to all get along, that you wouldn't want to risk ruining things further.

For her part, Liz seemed to get more and more quiet and withdrawn as the evening and its avalanche of insults continued, which her mother seemed to take as proof that Liz agreed with her. Honestly, you don't know, you've never seen her quite like that before, maybe she's still scared of her parents on some level. Part of you wants to go to her, hold her close, stroke her hair, and tell her she doesn't need to be afraid of them, but here you are, being the good girlfriend, trying not to fuck things up.


You don't know how long you've been lying here, a few hours maybe, the downside of hardly ever needing to sleep is that you don't really get tired enough to force yourself to. But you're distracted from trying to bore a hole through the ceiling with your glare alone by a quiet knock on the door.

Pleased for an excuse to stretch your legs, though worried you might be about to suffer a midnight bitchfest from Liz's mom, you slowly climb out of bed and make your way to the door. Opening it a crack. To your pleasant surprise, it was Liz herself, shyly standing in your doorway, shifting from foot to foot, not quite making eye contact with you.

“What's the matter, I know that look,” you sigh, smiling all the same, glad to see her.

“I'm sorry Mistress, you went through so much this evening, and it's all my fault for bringing you here.”

You pull her into a hug, silencing her apologies. “It's not your fault, I can't blame you for what your mother does. I knew what I was getting myself into when I came here.”

“But still, I can't believe she talked to you like that, NO-ONE should talk to my Mistress like that,” Liz whispered, looking up at you, a fierce look in her eyes you've seen before.

“It's okay, we're leaving in the morning, let's just put it behind us.”

Liz shook her head, the look not leaving her eyes. “Mistress, I have a surprise for you. I think you'll like it.”

You raise your eyebrows, starting to ask what this surprise could be.

Liz gives you a coy smile. “It's not here, it's downstairs.”

Liz takes your hand, leading you out of your room, spurred on by curiosity, and a little bit of trepidation, you've seen how Liz can get when she's in this sort of mood. You pick your way through the dark, silent house, down the stairs, and across the ground floor to an extension on the back. Liz's smile widens into a grin as she nudges the door open to reveal a soundproofed room, looking like some sort of music from by the piano against the wall, the expensive sound systems and racks and racks of records and CDs. You guess someone in the family must have a soft spot for music. 

Of course none of this holds your attention for long, with the figure lying on the carpeted floor of the room, hands behind her back in a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, ankles bound, trying in vain to speak through the ball-gag in her mouth. Liz's mother looks up at the two of you with equal parts rage and fear. Her attempts to squirm loose have achieved nothing more than to make her overly expensive nightdress ride up, exposing slim, pale legs. You can certainly see Liz in her, as you gaze over her.

Liz, still holding your hand, guides you into the room as you try to make sense of all this. Shutting the door behind her. “She's been very bad, Mistress. Just because she's my mother doesn't mean she can talk to you like that. No-one can talk to you like that. Should we... punish her, Mistress?”

Liz looked up at you hopefully, though you could spot the slight hint of nervousness in her eyes. You had punished her for rash actions before, after all, but after all the shit you'd put up with from that woman tonight, you couldn't turn this down.

Liz's worried smile turned into an overjoyed grin as she saw the expression on your face. You had to admit, you were going to enjoy putting that woman in her place. It didn't hurt how pretty she was, the same pale, slim figure as Liz, the same hair, similarities in the face, although you hoped Liz wouldn't develop those frown lines you could see starting to appear from a lifetime of being perpetually offended.

You feel a hand slip inside the jogging pants you'd put on to help stave off the chill of the spare room. Liz's hand finding its way to grasp your cock with practised ease. She started to stroke it, pumping up and down in slow, languid motions as you felt yourself start to harden. 

“I can't wait to see you teach her a lesson, Mistress,” Liz whispered, as her other hand grasped the waistband of your pants, slipping them down past your rising erection.

Until then, her mother had remained restrained in her protests, but faced with the sudden appearance of her daughter's girlfriend's unexpected cock towering over her, she panicked. You watch with amusement as she starts to writhe and squirm, her eyes locked on your cock as Liz's hand pumps it to its full size. Her mother's futile struggles achieve nothing more than to drag her nightdress the rest of the way up over her ass.

Liz giggles at her struggles, “Look at that slut, Mistress, trying to strip the moment she sees your beautiful cock.”

You smirk, enjoying the sight of the proud woman in her humiliating position for a moment longer. “I think it's time to start her punishment.”

Liz beams as you direct her to pull out the music stool from under the piano, reaching down to pick up her mother under one arm. She thrashes and kicks as best she can, but with how much time you've spent strengthening your body, her efforts may as well be a gentle summer breeze on your skin.

Sitting yourself down on the stool, you lay Liz's mother across your lap, enjoying the feeling of your erection pressed against the silk of her nightdress and the warm skin underneath. As it becomes obvious to her how little hope she has of escaping you, her thrashing becomes less pronounced, her sounds of indignation replaces with whimpers. You reach over to her panties, dragging them down to her knees, exposing her to Liz's curious eyes as she crouches down to watch. You don't have a good view yourself, but Liz gives a little gasp as you unveil her mother to her.

“Mistress, look at this,” Liz smiles, reaching out with two fingers to brush the exposed lips, provoking a squeak and a squirm from her mother. Withdrawing her fingers, she holds them up for you to see, the fingertips covered with moisture.

“I guess you two have more in common than I thought,” you joke, as you reach down to test out her mother's pussy for yourself, running a finger gently along it, stopping to stroke the clit. As you do so, you invoke more cute little squeaks and squeals from her gagged mouth, her futile struggling achieving nothing more than to grind her smooth stomach against your cock. You sigh with pleasure from the sensation, a dribble of precum staining the expensive nightdress.

Deciding you've teased her enough, you withdraw your hand, raising it up above your head. You hold it there for a few moments, waiting for her confusion to get the better of her as she glances up at you, a puzzled expression on her face, puzzled, and perhaps a little lusty.

You smirk, you have no intention of denying her, and you bring your hand down on her pale ass cheek with a resounding smack. She cries out through the ball gag, but the soundproofing of the room absorbs it effortlessly. You think you've gotten pretty good at this with all the practice over the past year, as you bring your hand back up for another one. Liz's mother looks up at you, shaking her head in panic, you smile back at her as you bring the hand down again, the clap reverberating around the room.

“I wonder how many a naughty little slut like this one deserves,” you chuckle, winding up for another.

“More than that, Mistress, she's been very bad,” Liz replies, and you glance over to discover her masturbating openly at the scene before her. The very same fingers that were slick with her mother's juices now working their way into Liz's pussy.

“You heard my pet, you've been very bad,” you whisper in her mother's ear, bringing your hand down for another solid smack.

You aren't sure exactly how many you gave her, but by the time you're done, her pale buttocks are rosy. You pick her up off your lap, lowering her back down the carpeted floor to admire your handiwork. Her eyes are half-lidded, her chin covered in drool, she writhes insensate on the floor, her legs spread and her pussy visibly dripping.

“Would you look at that, now I know where you get it from,” you laugh.

Liz is admiring your handiwork with rapt attention, her skin sweaty from her exertions.

“I think she's ready,” you grin, kneeling down behind Liz's mother, taking her gyrating hips in your hands and lifting them up, her ass in the air, leaving her front half on the floor, her face on its side, drooling freely through the ball-gag.

You rub the head of your cock against her pussy lips, taking your time. You look over at her face to see if she's reacting, but she still seems somewhat dazed from the spanking. You can't imagine how frustrated she must have been that she's so out of it after something like that. You chuckle, getting a solid grip on her hips as you push into her, feeling her warmth surround you. She's not at tight as Liz, or Lunch, or Sam, but it still feels damned good. You start pumping slowly, driving into her with slow thrusts, going deeper and deeper each time until your balls are slapping against her.

The sensation starts to draw Liz's mother out of her post-spanking haze, her dazed expression clearing, being replaced with one of semi-restrained lust, although she still has the presence of mind to try and look offended and angry during the rare moments she can stop moaning and bucking her hips back against you.

“Mistress, may I join in?”

You almost didn't hear her, focused as you were on the sensations of her mother's pussy. Liz appears beside you, stripped of her clothing, and with her feeldo standing erect. You smile, taking a hand of Liz's mother's hips to caress the feeldo, making Liz shiver with pleasure. “Of course, why don't you take that cute cock of yours and see how good of a cocksucker your mom is.”

Liz grins, leaving you to ponder all the strange things you've said this past year which you never thought you would. Liz's mother's expression once again becomes one of shock as Liz comes into view, red dildo bobbing from her pussy inches from her mother's face as she works to undo the ball-gag. For a moment you're worried that her mother might scream with the gag removed, but she seems too shocked to do more than moan in time with your thrusts. Considering how put out Liz was by your desire to fuck Dimitri, you're a little surprised by the complete lack of hesitation as she slaps the feeldo against her mother's lips, letting out a satisfied sigh as the lips part to allow her access to her mouth.

Liz isn't being as gentle as you, and her mother's licking and sucking quickly gives way to throatfucking as Liz grabs the back of her head and forces her further onto the feeldo. You're a little worried she's going to go too far and hurt her, as you listen to the gagging sounds of Liz's cock in her mother's throat, but since her hips are still thrusting back onto your cock relentlessly, you suppose she isn't that upset by her situation.

You start to pick up a rhythm, You and Liz thrusting at the same time, spearing her mother between the two of you as she squirms and groans and gags under you. You start to feel it building up, your balls tightening, and you can tell from the look on Liz's face that she feels the same. You lean forward, reaching a hand out to Liz's cheek, as she leans towards you, the two of you meeting above her mother's back to kiss passionately as you unload into her, moaning as your cum pumps out in thick bursts.

You finally break off the kiss, a string of drool between your lips as you part. You pull your softening cock out of her mother's pussy, a trickle of cum following it, and see Liz doing the same, wiping the fake cum and saliva off her feeldo onto her mother's cheek as the older woman moans, coming down off an orgasm of her own. 

As you sit back and relax, content in your afterglow, you notice the first rays of sunlight peeking through the thick windows. Liz obviously noticed as well, as she jumps up in panic, the now-soft feeldo flopping freely. “Oh crap, I need to get her back to bed before anyone wakes up. Uh, I need to clean up this cum too, and get her in a shower.”

You start to offer to help, but Liz shakes her head. “Don't worry about me, Mistress, you just get back to your room, me wandering around first thing will raise a lot less questions. I can fix all this with some magic.”

You shrug, giving Liz another kiss as you dress yourself, intending to stop by the bathroom and clean yourself off before you went back to your room. Liz's mother for her part was sitting in a puddle of your combined juices, an unreadable expression on her face.

“Oh, one more thing,” Liz says with a grin, you raise an eyebrow as she reaches into a bag sat in the corner of the room and pulls out a rather large black dildo. Her mother looks up at it wide-eyed. “Do you like it? You should, it's an exact replica of my Mistress' cock, I had it made especially.”

You can't help but wonder when she did a thing like that, but you guess if anyone would know how to make an exact copy of your cock, it would be Liz. “Now what I want you to do is practice with this for next time we come to visit. Because next time, Mistress is going to want to fuck your tight little ass, and I don't want my Mistress to be disappointed.”

You can't help but chuckle a little as you watch this, Liz's grin has turned as evil as you've ever seen it. Her mother reaches up from where she sits, taking the dildo carefully, almost reverently. Liz smirks, returning to getting everything cleaned up. You smile, shaking your head in bemusement and heading out of the room to go get cleaned up.


Liz's father is out here to say goodbye to you this morning, although he looks more relieved that you're going than anything else. You're all ready to go, but apparently you're supposed to wait for Liz's mother to appear, and so far she hasn't. Liz sighs impatiently, glancing at her watch.

“I'm sure she'll be down in a minute, she was pretty tired this morning. I don't think she slept well.” Her dad explained, looking back at the door, a look of relief on his face as Liz's mother finally appeared.

You couldn't help but notice as she made her slow way down the path towards you, that she was walking rather awkwardly, and you had to suppress a grin as you realised what was giving her so much trouble. You certainly hadn't expected her to start 'practising' so soon. Her voice came out slow and deliberate, she was doing well at not showing any reaction to how she felt right now, you had to give her that. “It was... lovely to meet you, Max.” she said, nodding at you.

Liz's dad's expression turned to one of shock at the sudden politeness of her mother. “Do be sure and visit again... soon,” she said, still looking every bit the proper woman, although you did notice the hint of a blush creeping into her cheeks.

It was all you could do to keep a straight face as you said your goodbyes, teleporting back to the tower and leaving Liz's mother to contemplate her next 'punishment'.