Disclaimer- A work of fiction based on a mix of my fantasies, feelings and experiences. Nothing in this story has happened…yet.
Now’s the time, right?
She’s already started looking for a second job and keeps mentioning how money is tight. To her credit, she’s made a lot of sacrifices over the years to cut down on expenses: no more trips to the mall or big box stores, she sells what she can part with and donates her hair whenever it grows long enough.
It doesn’t sound like much but if you lived it, you’d know it fucking sucks. It’s the dejected tone in her voice, constant revisions to her resume, application after application, how the hopeful expression of an interview offer turns into another dim and dead end upon rejection.
So, what better time to tell your mom you’re ready to become a whore?
Sometimes I think it’s not even my own idea. Maybe she’s been dropping hints, planting seeds subconsciously for this to bloom in my head naturally?
She has never been shy about her opinion of me and has no problem tells me to lose weight, indirectly. Asking if certain pieces will be big enough for me to wear, poking my stomach through my shirts, suggesting that her clothes can fit me now, ordering clothes a size up for me, telling me that I have a big appetite whenever we eat together. Tells me to look nicer and go out on dates so I can find a man, directly. Giving me clothes I didn’t ask for and taking some away to “make room” in my closet. She doesn’t let me cut /her/ hair either, which is fair since she’s spent so much money keeping me healthy all these years to grow and maintain it. Our hairdresser has learned to refer to her, and her alone, for my hairstyling after years of my unsolicited comments and complaints about my hair. I can see that he feels bad for me but he doesn’t interrupt her anymore. Technically, she’s the customer and the customer is always right.
Good, old-fashioned motherly manipulation. Nothing out of the ordinary. All mothers buy their adult daughters bodysuits, skirts, dresses, rompers and heels from Fashion Nova and encourage them to wear more makeup all the time, I think.
It’s not like she buys me these clothes, demands me to try them on and praises me while taking pictures to associate her acceptance and respect for me based on my hyper-feminine. Right?
Of course not, that’s dumb. She wants me to look and feel good, every mother wants that for her daughter. And I do, I’m the happiest when she’s happy with me. My self-worth is so high when she dresses me, much higher than when I dress myself. So I need to repay the favor and make her happy, too.
I don’t say this cavalierly either: it’s a serious decision to go down this path. It’ll change everything about me physically, mentally and emotionally. Every ache of my jaw, stretch of my asshole, tit pic, ball gag, strap-on, piss taken on me; whatever I have to do for her? I’ll do it.
She doesn’t have to know her daughter is whoring herself out to internet strangers in her old bedroom once her mom leaves for work. Letting them all have a turn to tease her remotely, controlling the vibe in her pussy as she begs for release. And if they don’t want her to touch herself? She’ll ties her wrists to her bed frame, brace her thighs apart and let them enjoy the view. Her lustful whines, shiny and leaky wetness dripping from her puffy and sensitive clit captured in 4K for her eager viewers. Sitting in her own slickness as it forms a dampening puddle on the comforter. Nothing more than a bitch in heat, putting on a show for her masters.
She might worry when I take up a part-time cleaning job a few towns over. Once I explain that I only take on women-only households, which is so small in number that I can manage working them a few times a month, she’d breathe a sign of relief. Nothing bad can happen between women. Or so she thinks.
It could be true that women feel more comfortable employing other women. Less of a physical threat than a male employee, the stereotypical woman’s touch and quality when it comes to something as detailed as housework, and overall happiness of supporting another hard-working woman.
I hope not.
Power is power. Women with it can act the same way as men. Groping and sexual assault are equal opportunity actions. It might be even easier for them to get away with it.
If my boss saw me struggling to reach over the counter to dust, I wouldn’t question her coming up behind me and putting her hands on my waist. She’s only trying to make sure that I don’t miss a spot.
And if she prefer I remove my uniform when using bleach in the bathroom, I’d have to comply. Staining my uniform would be unprofessional and working in my panties isn’t as embarrassing as I think it is. When she disrobes down to her underwear too, it’s a sign that she cares about my comfort too.
When she lowers me down to my knees and drops her panties, I can’t really refuse. In the time it takes me to say that word, she’d already have a replacement in my spot. She knows I won’t say no so she can call me every degrading name in the book, pinch and pull at me, beat me with a broom for not leaving her house spotless; she has all the power and I just have to take it.
So, I bury my tongue in her ass, as deep as it’ll go. The hand gripping the back of my head and pulling my roots is the same one that signs my checks. It’s only a little humid and fragrant being stuck between those cheeks. She’s nice enough to let me come up for air every now and then. As long as I keep it up, it’ll be over soon enough. It’s still part of the job, cleaning is cleaning and I signed up to do a thorough job so I’ll see it through. When she lets out a low groan and guides my tongue from her pussy to her asshole, grinding down hard like I’m a toilet roll to clean her ass, I’m still the winner. Even after all that because I know it’s worth it. Everything I go through: the pain, humiliation and abuse is worth it to give her a better life.
My mother would be completely oblivious to it all. She doesn’t know what the hell reddit is, or social media for that matter, and same goes for her already small social circle. As long as her bills are paid, what difference does it make to her if her daughter is a whore?
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mpkqov/and_a_daughter_is_a_whore