Mistress Daughter [trigger warnings] [rape] [non-consent] [incest] [M/D] [physical abuse]

* Author’s note: This story has been written with a specific purpose, both in plot and grammar. Trigger warning – it contains non-consensual scenes of rape and violence. *

That was the day. The time I finally decided to catch her in the act. My own whore of a mother. I had it all planned out. I told her I was going out for the day with friends, making her believe she’d have the place to herself. I fiddled with the frame of my glasses, smirking to myself about my plan. I’d always suspected her, and it was finally time for revenge. I was certain of it. Sure, she’d spoilt me and brought me up as her sole focus. Sure, she’d been through a lot herself. But I’d always resented not having dad around. That was her fault. She divorced him when I was younger. I barely saw him since. Truthfully, that was probably a major source of my anger issues. But she didn’t exactly help that either. As sweet as she was to me, there was always something sinister. Something not right. I felt stalked. My build means I get stares from old men when I go out. But even before that started, it was her I felt looking at me. My own 48 year old mother. Ogling my body. At first, I figured she was jealous of my figure. My slim thick build is hotter than her. My breasts, way bigger than hers since she had to have them removed.

But it wasn’t just that. I could have sworn many times that she’d taken photos of me. Whenever my back’s been turned. Even when asleep. I’ve sensed her. My own mom had a thing for me. What a disgusting slut. It even got to the point that I could hear her touching herself whenever I did. Especially when I’d had boyfriends round. I didn’t think she suspected I knew. But I did. I always have. And that was the day I made it known.

I crept back into the house and listened. Moaning. And more. She hadn’t even waited long. I only realised as I got closer, that it wasn’t her own room she was masturbating in. It was mine! I’d always had a suspicion she’d done that, but knowing it was true was something else entirely. I was seething.

“Ohhh Keeley!” I heard her moan outrageously loudly. My name. Her daughter, just out of her teens. And there she was, playing with herself thinking about me. It was only as I got to the door of my room that I realised quite how bad it was. My eyes widened in disbelief. I never thought it was that messed up. There she was, her reddish hair sticking to her forehead with sweat as she laid out totally naked on my bed. With my vibrator pressed to her pussy! And my panties pressed to her mouth! Anger tore through me. It was too far. Way too far.

I burst through the door, almost twisting it away from its hinges. “You sick fucking whore!! What the fuck, mom!” I screamed. She looked me dead in the eyes as her body convulsed. I was so boiling with rage that it took me a moment to realise that she wasn’t jumping in shock. She was fucking cumming!

I went for her. I tore my favourite pink panties from her mouth and started hitting her. I lost control. First, her arms. Then, her stomach. That’s when she finally responded.

“Please, Keeley. Ughh. Please, stop. I’m so sorry. Please.”

I barely heard her words. I just kept hitting. Beating. Years of built up rage, all being released at once. It was so relieving. I felt so powerful as she started to resist. I yelled obscenities at her. The thrill coursed through me. I was..having fun. I..was wet. I was turned on. The shame hit me. For all the times I’d thought my own mother was getting off to me, I’d never stopped to admit that, in a way, I liked it.

But that was her fault too. She’d made me this way. I kept hitting her. I could even see her bruising already as I clambered over the bed. My bed. Mom kept pleading with me as she cried. She was begging me to stop. I couldn’t though. I yelled again.

“You fucking bitch!! How could you do this to me?!” I spat. I watched as it landed on her naked body. Another reminder of what I’d caught my mother in the act doing. I kicked out at her, my foot striking her pussy. Even from that, I felt how soaked she was. Ugh, a reminder of the fact I was wet too. It was so messed up. Yet somehow not as messed up as what I witnessed. There was no doubt. Between her sobs, my mom moaned. Her body shook, but not from my beating. She was having an orgasm!

“Are you kidding me?! I can’t believe my own mom is so sick!” I shouted in her face. I didn’t know what to do. It seemed like she was getting off on me hurting her. I was overwhelmed with emotions. Confused. Angry. But somehow horny. I didn’t know what had come over me, but I did it. I yanked down my shorts and shoved my crotch in her face. Pressing her against my headboard, I held her red hair and forced her mouth into me.

“Is this what you wanted, mom? You stupid whore!”

I started grinding against her, seeing the fear in her eyes. I pulled the fabric of my underwear aside, only then recognising that I’d worn another pink pair. Mom had bought me those. Probably masturbated with them too, the slut. I pressed her mouth to my cunt. God, it felt good. I realised I was wetter than I’d ever been. No, I couldn’t enjoy it. I wasn’t her. Renee, my mother. The daughter fucking cunt. I couldn’t help stifling a moan though. She was acting like she didn’t want it, but I knew she did. Of course she did! I’d just caught her playing with her old pussy on my bed.

I kicked her again, right by her clit, I thought. I felt her cry with pain, muffled into me. It felt good. Not only the touch, but the control I had. I humped her face, frustratingly wanting more. I wasn’t about to let her know that though. As far as she was concerned, I was punishing her.

“I know this is what you wanted, you fucked up hoe! Fuck you, renee!”

I used her name deliberately. I knew it would humiliate her, but I guess it was partly so I didn’t have to think about the fact it was my own mom licking my pussy. She really was too. I’d never felt anything like it. It was like she’d let herself go, accepting that I knew what her depraved desire was. I tried so hard to hold off, but I knew. My legs were shaking. I was going to cum. And not just cum. I knew my body, and I knew I was about to squirt.

All I could think about was how messed up it was that I was making my mom eat my cunt. Not just making her. Forcing her. And she’d begged me to stop. It was rape. It was so wrong. Sick. But I was about to have one of the strongest orgasms of my life. I let go myself.

“Fuckk, you’re a bad mommy! Eating your daughter’s cunt!”

That was it. I was inside my own head. I practically collapsed on hers, my body convulsing. I flooded her face. In that moment, I didn’t care anymore. I wanted her to take it. To feel all of me.

“Take it, drink my cum you depraved cunt!”

I was gushing. It just kept coming, covering her. If my eyes were open, I’d have been able to see the way I was soaking her hair. Her face. My bed. I moaned like a whore myself, all the way throughout. I used whatever strength I could muster to press down on her. She was bigger than me, always had been. Taller and more weight on her. But I made her my bitch. It felt right, somehow, despite how wrong it was. Usually after cumming, that was the time any guilt would hit. But all I felt was pride. Power. It was too soon for the shame.

I pushed back, hearing her breathe deeply. I had no idea if she’d cum again from my abuse of her. I’d been wrapped up in my own pleasure. I just glared. Mom had made me do it. I couldn’t have her believing I liked it, despite how powerfully I’d cum.

“You’re disgusting” was all I managed. Mom looked ashamed. She mustered another “sorry” and looked away. I stood and grabbed her by the throat, making her look at me one final time. I looked into her eyes, unblinking, before shoving her aside by her cheek. I wanted mom to be in no doubt how I felt about her. I left her in my mess of a bed and went to take a shower.

My mind raced, as I tried to cleanse away what I’d done. If I was honest with myself, I couldn’t even bring myself to feel bad about beating her. Mom only seemed to like that anyway. I wasn’t even ashamed at making her lick my pussy. It was so bad. I knew how wrong it was, but I just didn’t feel bad about it. The shame I had, was that I liked it. Loved it, even. How fucked up was I? That was all I could think about. Replaying the moment I squirted all over her. Even the moment just before, when I lost control and called her a bad mommy. I had to admit, I said that the way I did because of how turned on I was. I was going to cum hard anyway, but that had tipped me over the edge.

I couldn’t help slipping my hand down again thinking about it. Is that what I was now? An incest whore, just like my mother? No, that couldn’t be. I wanted more, really I did, but I couldn’t let it happen.

When I returned to my room, it was spotless. I dried off and made sure to leave it a while before leaving. I just sat there, thinking. Sure, what I did was wrong. But mom had started it. Even if I did nothing sexual with her again, surely there was no harm in controlling her the way I’d loved so much. I was the boss of the house, not her. That’s how I decided to continue. I knew she wouldn’t say a word unless I brought it up. She feared everything. From then on, especially me.

When I finally went downstairs, mom looked at me with such pained guilt. Shame. I just demanded to know when my food would be ready. That took her by surprise, making her stammer. I just laughed a little, smirking, before her real answer. Simply put, I’d enslaved her.

It only took me two days to have another idea. Something sexual. So hot, but not incest. It wouldn’t have anything to do with her. But it would sure crush her. Admittedly, that would be my focus too. But it wasn’t wrong. It was something most 20 year old girls did. Invite a guy round to fuck. Except, most girls made sure their parents weren’t home. I was going to make sure mom was. I wanted her to hear me. To listen to me moaning. To rage with jealousy that it wasn’t her I was cumming for. She was never going to have me in the ways I guessed she’d thought about. But others would. I hopped on tinder and set up my profile. I didn’t need to say I was just looking to fuck. I just made it obvious with my photos. Every single one showing off my big boobs. My straight brunette hair parted by them. Sometimes, I even turned myself on feeling like a slut. I didn’t have to wait too long for a few matches. I was just liking any good looking guy that had probably had experience fucking girls from tinder. I did feel slutty, but excited.

I even made sure to be around mom when browsing. I even asked her what she thought of some of them. I didn’t get much more than a “he looks nice, Keeley” but it was written all over her face that she was jealous. Or just felt awkward, I didn’t know. She hadn’t been so awkward with things like that before what I did to her. But that didn’t matter. I got a few messages, some blatantly open about just wanting to fuck me. It was objectifying, but it was what I wanted in a way. I felt easy messaging back, but that was what I wanted mom to feel. That I was an easy slut, but not for her. She’d only ever be able to listen to others enjoy me properly.

As it turned out, the guy was free the next day, which was perfect. Not much had gone on between me and mom by then. She’d always spoilt me, but it had gone up a level for sure. It didn’t seem to matter how rude or mean I was. She still did everything she could for me. I’d heard her crying in her room a couple of times. I’d heard her masturbating too. Well, she was really going to get something to masturbate to, if she was perverted enough. I didn’t even tell her he was coming until he turned up. He was handsome, and he clearly knew it. There was a smugness to his face when I opened the door to him. He had good teeth though, and nice dirty blonde hair and that was enough for me to go with it. I’d got pretty horny already, in anticipation of what I was going to do. He did seem a little weirded out by mom walking by, though he did introduce himself politely as Connor. Mom looked surprised herself, but I could tell it affected her. She tried to make conversation but I shot that down, insisting we were going to my room.

I didn’t give Connor time to protest at my mother being in the house. I just pressed him to the wall the moment we were in my room. I even left the door ajar, knowing what it would do to mom. Connor started to speak so I shut him up with a kiss and started to grope his crotch. That worked, of course. Most men stop caring about much else the moment you play with their dick. At least, most men like Connor. Through his pants, he felt like a nice size. I didn’t waste too much time finding out for sure. After he’d begun kissing my neck, I dropped to my knees, looking up at him with a devilish smile. I bit my lip and squeezed my breasts together to give him a perfect view of my cleavage. Connor’s expression told me how much I was turning him on.

“Do you like them?” I teased, partly hoping mom was listening enough to hear.

“So hot,” was all Connor muttered as I gripped his pants and moved them down beyond his dick print. I looked at him with my mouth open and wide eyes as it sprung free. All men loved that. He was probably average, maybe just over, with a smooth straight look. Perfect for me. It would be comfortable and definitely feel good if he knew how to use it. I felt it with one hand and tilted it up a little, enough to get my face underneath.

“Such a nice cock,” I said, before taking one of his balls into my mouth and sucking a little, allowing the weight of him to drop onto my face. I heard Connor exhale loudly to my touch and words.

I hoped mom was listening too. I wanted her to hear that I enjoyed his cock. Something she could never truly give me, even if I wanted her to.

Keeping him against my face, I licked slowly below the base all the way to the head, giving a little giggle at the end. I’d always loved sucking dick. With a moan, I took the head completely into my mouth, allowing my tongue to swirl around it with a little sucking. Annoyingly, it seemed like Connor was the pretty silent type. At least that would mean any noise mom heard would be from me.

“You taste good,” I exclaimed seductively, just before pushing my way down his shaft as far as I could. I was pleased he was shaved, or it might not have been so fun. That was when I really turned it on. Normally I enjoyed teasing, but I wanted a pretty quick thrill. I started expertly throating him, working my way up and down with good rhythm. I reached a hand up under his shirt to feel his abs tensing. I could hear him moaning quietly, but what I really wanted was to get his cock coated with my spit. That was the sound that could’ve been heard beyond the walls of my room. My throat accepting his dick and making it wetter and wetter. Though perhaps still not as wet as me. I always got wet from cock sucking, but I could feel myself soaking through. It was that added suspicion, that mom was right outside listening to me please this stranger. Probably touching herself. I had to admit that was the reason I was so worked up.

I kept going, feeling his cock twitch in my throat. I got the feeling he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer if I didn’t stop. I certainly couldn’t let him cum. I still needed him to fuck me. I slowly pulled away, being sure Connor watched the way my spit still joined my lips to his cock. I waited for it to collapse onto my chin before giggling again and gathering it with my finger. I slurped it into my mouth with a loud moan. Connor’s face was priceless. I got the impression he hadn’t been with a girl so keen and in control before.

As I stood, I pulled his shirt over his head and then sat down in his lap, pushing him onto my bed, his cock being teased by my clothed ass. I threw his shirt at the door, thinking that would hold it in place. Connor finally realised he could move for himself and felt my tits a little before taking my top off too. I hadn’t worn a bra, so I shook them in his face. Connor latched onto a nipple and I moaned loudly. I humped against him as I worked to loosen my jeans. His mouth felt so good. It seemed like he did know what he was doing after all. I was too horny to wait much longer though. I leant forward, right to his ear. I stared at my bedroom door, imagining my mom right on the other side listening like the perverted whore she was.

“I want you to fuck me, better than you’ve ever fucked anyone before,” I demanded.

I got up and yanked my jeans off, fully displaying myself to him. Only in my panties. The same pink ones mom had been sniffing when I caught her. They were truly soaked through as well. That’s where Connor’s eyes were aimed despite the rest of me being naked. I went to my drawer quickly and got out a condom. I prepared it and made him watch me put it in my mouth. He looked puzzled until I knelt again and he realised what I was doing. I couldn’t pretend it tasted nice, nor that it was a simple technique. But no guy had ever complained about wearing a condom when I’d put it on him with my mouth.

I fixed it with my hand and practically leapt on my bed behind him. I wanted him to take me doggystyle first. Not actually my favourite position, but the sounds of him pounding my asscheeks were what I was really after. Loud and unmistakable.

“What are you waiting for?” I teased, wiggling my ass as he got into position. Connor pulled the lace aside and pushed inside of me. God, it felt good. I let out an exuberant moan and immediately pushed back against him. He said nothing but did let out a little moan himself, then began fucking me. His strokes were long and timed well and I knew right away it was going to be good. Mr silent did know how to fuck after all. I moaned with every thrust. It felt great, but I was definitely exaggerating somewhat for the benefit of mom hearing me. I wanted her to know I was loving it. With a stranger, not her.

Apparently Connor wasn’t ready for that. “Isn’t your mom going to hear us?!”

“Just shut up and fuck me!” I retorted without a care. I wasn’t going to tell him that was the aim, but he’d certainly know I didn’t care if she did. I went back to moaning like a cock craving whore, desperate for more. Even if mom wasn’t right outside, she’d have heard from anywhere in the house. Connor kept the pounding up and I sensed he started not to care either, willingly letting himself slap hard against my ass. I was loving it. I felt it building inside me. I hadn’t always cum from penetration alone, but I knew I would. I was so ready and not afraid to let him know it.

“Yes yes yes, fuck I’m going to cum! Don’t stop, right there!” I practically shouted.

It was as though I’d pushed myself over the edge. He was hitting the right spots just perfectly, but I was already inside my own head. That was it. I came, hard. Connor didn’t let up, gripping my hips as my face dropped to my bed, unable to hold myself up. It felt amazing, to the point I almost lost myself. But I wasn’t done. I couldn’t help moaning more as Connor continued using my pussy. It took me a moment, but I got my breath back and told him what was going to happen.

“Lay down, I’ll ride you.”

He did as I asked. Well, told. I took a look at how wet I’d made him and smiled. He was glistening. He gave me a hot look that made me even more of a mess as I climbed onto him. Normally I liked facing the guy so they could touch my tits, but I faced away, to the door. I didn’t really care about Connor. I just wanted my mom to listen. That was my focus. It was then I noticed that it seemed to be open much wider than before. There was no doubt. She was right outside.

It didn’t take me long at all to find my bouncing rhythm. It was my specialty. My bed was creaking massively and I wasn’t even sure it would take it. But I didn’t care. In fact, it would almost have been fun to break it and make mom buy me a new one. But it did just about manage. It was Connor that gave in first.

“I’m going to cum,” he announced.

But I had a plan for that. I rushed off of him and pulled my drenched panties down to just above my knees. I practically snatched the condom from his cock.

“Cum here,” I ordered him.

Connor seemed somewhat confused by my sudden action. I hadn’t exactly done it in a sexy way, but that didn’t particularly matter to me at that point. I just wanted him to cum in those pink panties. I jerked him off, sensing my withdrawal had eased his urgency to cum. So I went back to being sexy.

“Please, I want it. Please soak my panties even more. Cum for me.”

I pouted and groped my tits with my free hand as I begged. I could tell from his expression that was it. He groaned as I felt his cum pump through his cock. I aimed him right into them, smiling as spurt after spurt filled them up. I moaned at the sight, making it clear how much I loved it. But I was done with him. I licked up the couple of drops he’d got on my hand, and slipped my cum drenched panties off. I’d thought about leaving them for mom to discover, but knowing she was there was too much. I took it to the next level.

I rushed out the door, completely naked, and found her just around the corner. She was clearly a flustered mess, like a deer in the headlights being caught in the act. Her jeans weren’t even fully done up yet. I raged again. I strode up to her and shoved the panties in her mouth.

“Here bitch. I hope you like the taste of our cum, you fucking pervert!” I shouted at her and stormed away. Then I moved on to Connor. I grabbed his clothes and threw them at him.

“You can go now,” I said abruptly, but quietly, feeling empowered having got what I wanted.

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