Chapter 11

A look of shock crossed her face as the words sank in. Liz had no way out and it showed. She leaned towards her daughter as she reached up to take the large shaft in her hand to guide it where her daughter wanted it. Lips parted around the slick head and cried out from the discomfort.

Her lips glistened as the head vanished and started to move her head back and forth. There was anger in her eyes as she stared at her daughter, but knew she must continue until Monica decided it was time. She didn’t need a real dick to know her mother was doing a horrible job sucking dick.

Monica stared into her mother’s eyes as her head rocked back and forth. “You’re a shitty cocksucker, mom. But don’t worry. You’ll get to practice with me before you suck J’s dick. That’s one of the things he’s always wanted you to do. Ever since he learned how good getting his dick sucked felt.

“He’s been waiting a long time to feel your lips wrapped around his shaft. You’re going to practice until you get it right. You wouldn’t want to disappoint your son, would you, mom?

“That’s enough, mom. Get your fucking mouth off my dick.”

Liz pulled back to release her coated lips, but held onto the shaft. The anger was still in her eyes and had returned to her face. There would come a time when nothing of the sort could be found.

She stared down at her mother for several agonizing seconds. “You wanted J ever since he was a little boy. You wanted to be the first to suck his dick. You wanted him to lose his virginity to you. Admit it, mom. You wanted to be a whore for your own fucking son.”

It was fear that drove her to respond. “Yes. I wanted to be a whore for my son, my duaghter.”

Monica let out a soft laugh. “Maybe it’s time to stop calling your daughter all those things you should be called. She’s not the fucking whore. You are, mom. Isn’t that right, cunt.”

Liz couldn’t look away, and knew the consequences of not answering. “It’s true, my daughter.”

She glared down at her mother as the next step of the plan revealed itself. “In fact, mom, why don’t you stop calling her a worthless whore. She’s your fucking daughter. It’s her that took you in, not J. J would have left you locked up in that shithole forever. She’s letting you live here in her house.

“Treat her with some fucking dignity, mom. Who knows? It might be enough to make me go away.” She watched relief cross her mother’s face. “If not, we’ll continue to have all sorts of fun.

“Since you can’t tell the fucking difference between me and your daughter, better play it on the safe side. Answer her the way you answer me. Understood, mom?”

She nodded quickly and spoke through a renewed fear. “I understand, my daughter.”

Monica held back the urge to force her dick back into her mouth. “Your trim looks like shit, mom. Have your daughter shave your fucking pussy, or get fucked in the ass tonight. In fact, mom, tell her you do a shitty job trimming your pussy and want her to shave it.”

Her voice trembled. “I understand, my daughter.”

She grinned down at her mother’s fearful face. “You’d better ask her fucking nicely, mom.”

Her voice was filled with concern for the only person in the world she cared about, which was herself. “What if she refuses, my daughter.”

Monica laughed as her voice echoed against the walls. “Then you better get real fucking creative. I know that’s difficult for you, mom, so I’ll help. When you ask her to shave your fucking pussy, you better sound fucking sincere.

“Whatever she tells you to do, mom, offer to do it in exchange for shaving your fucking pussy, mom. If she tells you to go fuck yourself, tell your daughter she can do it. Whatever her answer, offer to do it no matter what, mom.”

She pulled away from her mother’s widened eyes and left the bathroom. The door closed behind her, and smiled as she took off the strap-on. Muffled sound of water could be heard on the other side of the closed door, and silently put her dick and lube back in place.

Monica climbed out the window and dressed where she had set her clothes. She jogged to her car and smiled as she got in. Her mother would break in time. She would have her justice.

The drive into town and back was nerve-wracking as she fought traffic and lights much of the way. Her knuckles were white from gripping the wheel, and wondered how it was possible to not get a single green light. Monica should’ve hit at least one, but they were all red. Every fucking one of them.

Traffic didn’t start to clear until after she hit the last of the red lights on her way home. The last few stop signs to her house were devoid of any cars other than hers. Monica’s grip lightened as she turned down her road and knew she wouldn’t see anyone else. She breathed a little easier as she pulled into her driveway and parked her car without looking to see if her mother was watching for her.

Her bra dug in uncomfortable as she got out to get the groceries in the back seat. She wanted to take the fucking thing off, but perishables couldn’t wait for pleasant freedom. With keys in her purse and bags in her hand, she headed towards her front door with a plastered on face of calmness. If her mother was watching, there could be no sign of what she had planned.