Chapter 12

Monica’s eyes sharpened as she snapped out. “What makes you think I want to get anywhere near your fucking pussy, mom? Forget it. Shave it. Trim it. I don’t fucking care, mom.”

Liz’s eyes widened as panic and fear filled the entirety of her body. “Please, my daughter.”

She held her mother’s eyes as she prepared for her the next step. “You know what, mom? Kiss my fucking ass. I’m not shaving your pussy.”

Her eyes widened as she realized what had to happen to save her ass. “If that’s what it takes, I’ll do it, my daughter.”

Monica let a practiced look of confusion cross her face. “Do what, mom?”

Liz took a deep breath. “I’ll kiss your ass, my daughter.”

She widened her eyes a little to increase the false confusion. “You’ll do what, mom?”

Her voice trembled. “I’ll kiss your ass. If that’s what it takes for you to shave my pussy, I’ll kiss your ass, my daughter.”

Monica shrugged as she spoke out with a controlled voice. “Alright, mom. You kiss my ass, every fucking inch of it, and I’ll shave your fucking pussy. You miss a single fucking spot, and I won’t be shaving shit.”

She turned towards her bed and spread her legs as knees reached carpet. The mattress gave comfortably beneath her stomach as she spread a little more for her mother. Both her asshole and pussy were visible to her mother, which made her smile at the thought of Liz’s face getting close without having to force her.

Hot breath reached her cheeks as her mother positioned herself behind her. Sounds of gagged disgust could be heard as the breathing got closer to one of her cheeks. Soft lips pressed against flesh, and pleasant shocks crossed her body. Her lips moved a little as she pecked her way down to the base.

Monica called out to her mother whose hot breath and lips were working its way back up her cheek. “This would go quicker if you opened your mouth, mom.”

Liz’s mouth opened to cover more territory as the shocks continued to cross her body. Her pussy started to moisten from more than just the sensations Liz’s kisses were sending. It was her mother willing to actually kiss her ass without complaint. Monica was going to have justice as long as she remained in control.

Lips and breath reached the top of Monica’s other cheek and was calculating in her movements. Her mother didn’t want to risk missing any part of her cheeks. Liz was careful not to press to closely, since she didn’t want tongue to touch flesh. Her gagged revulsion continued throughout, but remained silent.

Liz was showing progress in breaking, but wasn’t going to happen that day. Her vile nature burned too deeply within to gouge through a few actions. This was going to take time to reach that part of her that caused her mother to despise her own daughter. The anger that burned would be cooled and replaced with something much more fitting of a mother.

Liz pulled back after her lips reached the base with the mistaken belief she was done. “I did what you asked. Will you shave my pussy now, my daughter?”

She shook her head. “Your not done, mom.”

Her mother’s breath remained in place as she called out in defiance. “I kissed your ass. I know I didn’t miss anything, my daughter.”

Monica released a controlled laugh. “I didn’t tell you to kiss my cheeks. The crack of my ass is part of my ass, mom.”

The sound of disgust was unmistakable. “I’m not kissing your crack, my daughter.”

Monica’s voice was calm, despite the excitement within. “Then I’m not shaving your pussy, mom.”

Liz’s tone showed the revulsion she felt. “I kissed your cheeks. Isn’t that enough, my daughter?”

Monica’s tone showed a touch of dominance hidden within the calm. “No, mom, it isn’t.” She started to push herself up. “You know what, mom? Forget it. You won’t do what you said you would. I’m done.”

Panic could be heard in her voice. “I’ll do it. It’s disgusting, but I’ll do it, my daughter.”

Monica shook her head. “Forget it, mom. The deal’s off.”

Panic turned to fear. “Please. Let me kiss your crack, my daughter.”

Monica’s voice was filled with certainty. “No, mom. If I’m going to shave your pussy, you have to do something else.”

Fear and trepidation could be heard in her response. “What, my daughter?”

She smiled as she lowered her chest. “Lick my crack, mom. Start at the top and work your way down slowly until I tell you to stop. Once your tongue’s on my ass, don’t put it back in your mouth until your done. Do that, mom, and I’ll shave your fucking pussy.”

Monica felt her mother’s tongue press against the top of her cheeks and started to move down faster than she wanted. She wasn’t going to correct her mother just yet, since she like the idea of Liz starting again. Between the hot breath working its way down her cheeks and the feeling of her mother’s tongue pressed hard against her crack, moisture started to leave her pussy.

Once her mother was halfway down her crack, she called out in a firm voice. “I said to lick my crack slowly, mom. Moisten your tongue and do it again.”

Her mother didn’t protest as her moistened tongue pressed against the top. Monica reached back with her hands and spread her cheeks until she felt her asshole tug. The pace was much slower as she felt the pressure of her tongue send pleasant shocks through her body. Her pussy started to drip down her thigh as Liz continued down with nothing more than gagged revulsion that grew in intensity the further down she got.

Liz was within inches of her asshole, and hadn’t pulled away. Breath followed where her tongue had been, which caused her to drip a little more down her thighs. Had it not been for closing in on the time for her mother to take her pills, she would have had her start over.