Chapter 13

Monica dug her fingers in and lifted her soft cheeks, which caused her to stifle a groan. “Yes, my daughter.”

Her grip relaxed enough to drag her fingernails across her cheeks, which left pleasant lines of red against her pale ass. “You’re daughter made your pussy wet, didn’t she, mom?”

Monica started to press her fingers between her mother’s cheeks. “Yes, my daughter.”

She closed in on her asshole before pulling her cheeks apart to reveal her tight hole. The smell of her ass was pleasant as the dark ridges played out well against her pale flesh. Her grip tightened to pull on the ridges as her mother held the voice of pain at bay.

Monica’s voice took on a commanding note. “When you finish in here, you’re going to go take your pills. Finish the glass, and don’t drink any water after. Deal with the fucking taste. Your going to ask your daughter to shave your pussy every day, mom. And she better fucking agree, or it’s your ass tonight.”

Panic could be heard clearly in her voice. “She said she wouldn’t do it again, my daughter.”

Monica pressed her cheeks apart and watched the ridges tug, which forced a yelp to escape. “Tell her you’ll kiss and lick her ass before she shaves your pussy. Tell her kissing and licking her ass is your way of trying to make up for being such a bitch of a mother. If she still refuses, tell her you’ll massage her ass at the same time, mom.”

Liz’s body trembled as her voice came out a whimper through the pain. “I’ll do it, my daughter.”

Monica released her soft cheeks and lost her pleasant view. “She’d better agree, or I fuck your ass with my big dick for as long as your mind wants me around, mom.”

She crept away without making a sound as her mother fought back tears. Liz mumbled something about doing what she wanted, but there was too much of a tremble in her voice to understand. Temptation to return crossed her mind, but had to fight back desire. Justice would be hers in time, and no temptation would get her to cross the lines to vengeance.

Monica reached the kitchen and began to set about the task of laying out her pills. She had delayed her mother in cleaning her bathroom, but not by much. She reached for a clear glass and opened her refrigerator to release the strong scent, which always made her smile. Cold piss was poured into the clear glass as she smiled.

The pitcher was returned and all she had to do was wait for her mother. Monica was going to have her mother kiss her ass, and more, to make up for all the times she wanted to tell her to do just that, but never did. This wasn’t some whim she had given into, but a carefully laid out sense of justice. Her mother would go from being a pain in the ass to something much more pleasant.

Her mother entered the kitchen without saying anything about her naked state. She was nervous about what she needed to do and Monica had no interest in lessening her state. Liz reached for the glass without so much as making a face about the scent she was convinced to be nothing more than the side effect of one of her pills.

The yellow slowly disappeared down her throat as Monica felt her bladder start to press, but ignored the unpleasant sensation. Liz reached out for the last pill and swallowed much of what remained. Without having to be told, her mother swallowed every last drop of her cold piss. There would come a time when it would be fresh, but that couldn’t be rushed. Breaking her mother was about taking carefully planned steps and couldn’t rush anything.

Liz set the empty glass in the sink as Monica spoke with a forced calm. “Do you want some water, mom.”

Her mother turned towards her and shook her head as she spoke in a nervous voice. “I’ll have water later, my daughter.”

She could smell her piss on her breath and turned away with a great deal of effort. Her mother’s breath quickened as she searched for the courage to say what was needed. Monica started to walk away to force Liz into action.

Liz called out in the closest thing to a motherly voice as she’d ever heard. “There’s something I want to ask, my daughter.”

Monica stopped and turned without moving towards her. “What, mom?”

Panic could be seen on her face as the nerves tightened her body. “You did such a good job shaving my pussy. I couldn’t do it. I’d fuck it up, just like trimming, my daughter.”

Monica’s face hardened. “If this is your way of saying thank you, don’t bother, mom.”

Liz searched for the strength to speak the words. “I’d like you to do shave my pussy every day, my daughter.”

False anger reached her face and voice. “I told you, mom, it’s never going to happen again. I only agreed because I didn’t believe you’d actually kiss my ass.”

Fear crept in to add to the panic. “Now you know I will. I’ll kiss and lick your ass first.” Monica shook her head as Liz continued with greater urgency. “I’ll massage your ass at the same time. I’ve been a bitch of a mother. This is my way of trying to make it up to you, my daughter.”

Monica fell silent as she pretended to think things over. Every passing second was an eternity of torture to her mother. Panic and fear grew as she stared at her mother without a word being spoken.

She pressed her fists against her hips and spoke with a hint of anger. “Alright, mom.” Liz breathed a sigh of relief as Monica started to walk towards her and let her arms dangle freely. “If your serious, I’ll do it.”

Monica was close enough to smell the piss as Liz exhaled a greater sigh of relief. “I am, my daughter.”

She stopped within inches of her mother’s face. “We’ll find out tomorrow, mom.”

Liz held her eyes as relief continued cross her body. “You’ll find out just how serious I am, my daughter.”