“On your knees,” Mother instructed, watching Peep crawl forward into the bed.

The girl stayed near the edge, back on her hands and knees. “Ohhhh, look at Peep’s little puss,” she murmured, and she slapped it with her bare hand, making the girl gasp and cry out. “You like it, don’t you, pet? You’re so wet!”

Peep moaned, spreading her legs a little wider, arching her back. Mother chuckled, slipping two fingers into her, easily-she was like butter. She moved her fingers in and out of the girl’s wetness, turning her fingers as she did, and Peep met her motion, rocking back with her hips.

“Tell Mother,” the older woman whispered, leaning down to kiss her round, pink bottom.

“Yes!” Peep moaned when she touched her clit, finding it with her thumb and rubbing. “Oh, Mother, yes, I love it, I love it, I do!” She was rewarded as Mother’s hand drove into her harder, faster, digging deep.

They were both breathing hard, working hard, Peep’s hands clenched into fists as she grasped the bedcovers, her pink toes curling. Mother smiled, using her other hand and slipping one wet fingertip into the girl’s exposed rosebud, her asshole tight.

“Ohhhhhhh!” Peep’s whole body stiffened as she came, the force of it pressing her further back against Mother, driving every inch of mother’s fingers into her orifices as she bucked and thrashed and moaned. She collapsed onto the bed, forgetting herself, still shivering.

Mother watched her for a moment, the flushed cheeks, the round, rosy ass, the cinched waist, her corset heaving with her breath, and then she licked her fingers, smelling Peep on them. “You do need to find those sheep, pet,” she reminded her.

Peep sat up, nodding, moving to stand. Her limbs were tingling and shaky from being tied up. “Yes, Mother. I will find them and put them in their pen for the night.”

“Good girl.” Mother caressed her cheek and then sat on the bed and watched Peep fetch her crook and walk unsteadily out the door.