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Justine walked in the door a little past five. She was giddy from excitement. Isaac (and the other owners of the Dragon Lounge) had been pleased with her performance. She had danced for them, stripping down to nothing, as would be expected if she danced on stage. She had read the lust in their eyes, and she knew that had they been less reputable men, they might have taken advantage of her. But they knew how to run a business, and they knew never to consume where you worked.

"I'm home!" she called out to Tina.

There was no answer. Justine, somewhat concerned, began to check every room.

"Tina, I..."

She found her in the computer room, on the bed, the camera aimed at her. Justine froze. Tina was completely naked, save for the belt she wore, where the strap-on (the same Justine and the escort had used on Tina a few days before).

"What are you doing in here?" Justine asked, accusatory.
"Come here mom..."

Justine walked forward, ready to take matters into her hands, but Tina stood up, her gorgeous figure suddenly fully in view of her mother. Justine paused.

"Take off your clothes, mom..."
"I beg your pardon...?"
"I said: take off your clothes."
"What is this?"
"This is me taking charge..."

Justine was frozen on the spot. She was confused at her daughter's reaction. Tina understood and started explaining.

"Yesterday, you did nothing while you watched horny boys and men fucking me senseless... you told me I had to do it, and I did."
"Rightly so..."
"But you did nothing to help me... you just watched them come all over me... you got off on it."
"So did you."
"That's not the point mom... get undressed... get on the bed."

This sudden defiance, as surprising as it was, made Justine extremely horny and wet. She complied with the order, dropping her dress, bra and panties to the floor (her shoes were already off), and moving towards the bed. Tina caressed her mother's buttocks.

"Now," Tina said, "I don't have sixteen hard dicks to fuck you with, but I do have this artificial dick which won't stop after it's done..."
"...are you really going to do it?" Justine asked, almost tempting fate.
"You think I won't? You think I won't fuck my own mother with the strap-on?"

It wasn't a game at all, and Justine couldn't help but be already wet, staring at the beautiful frame of her daughter, imagining what was bound to happen next.