Chapter 16

With clear glass in hand, she headed towards the sounds of the shower. Her mother spoke all of her vulgarities with the mistaken belief she was safe. Liz should’ve known better than to believe she was safe anywhere in her daughter’s house.

Her mother was starting to rant to herself about the indignity of being forced to lick her daughter’s asshole. She was disgusted by the entire ordeal and cursing in hopes of not being heard by her daughter. Doubt about the delusion was starting to creep in, but Monica was going to set her straight.

Monica’s voice overrode everything else within the room as she spoke with false anger. “Turn the water off, cunt.” Her mother was startled by the interruption as she silenced beneath the still running water. “I told you to turn the water off, you stupid, fucking whore of a mother.”

The water turned off as Monica pulled the curtain back with her free hand. Her hair dripped down her face and nipples as her eyes widened. The scent of soap and shampoo drifted to her nostrils as she glared at her mother.

Monica spoke with a commanding voice. “Quit bitching about indignity, you worthless whore of a mother. Quit blaming your daughter for your delusion, you sick, fucking cunt. You think your daughter wanted you to lick her asshole? She doesn’t like it anymore than shaving your pussy? Your daughter doesn’t enjoy any of this. Unlike you, cunt.

“You should be grateful she showered before having you lick her asshole. She didn’t have to. How do you thank her, you arrogant cunt? By taking it out on her from the safety of the shower. She can’t hear you, but I can, you stupid, fucking whore of a mother.”

She shook her head as fear of punishment gripped her. “I’m sorry, my daughter.”

Monica let loose with a false wrath. “No, your not, whore, but you will be. Maybe not you, cunt, but your asshole will be by the time I get done fucking it with my big cock.”

Liz started to tremble as her breath quickened with wide eyes, and spoke in a panicked voice. “Please don’t. Not that, my daughter.”

She grinned through the false rage. “Yes, you stupid, fucking cunt, you worthless, fucking whore, I’m going to fuck your ass hard. Once I’m good and deep, I’m going to pull out and force it down your fucking throat. Then I’m going to start all over again, cunt.”

The tremble increased as the words sunk in and cried out from the terror. “I’ll do anything. Please don’t fuck my ass, my daughter.”

False rage calmed to be replaced by cooling anger as Monica’s voice softened a little. “Anything, you worthless, fucking whore of a mother?”

Her panicked breaths continued as a glimmer of hope reached her face. “Anything, my daughter.”

She let out a soft laugh as false anger was replaced by a smirk. “We’ll just see about that, cunt, won’t we, you worthless excuse for a mother.”

Liz slowed her breathing as hope continued to fill her body. Monica set the glass down on the sink as she reached for her mother’s towel and threw it at Liz’s face. Her mother almost missed it, but did manage to catch it before it hit the wet base of the tub.

Monica’s voice was calm as she continued to smirk. “Dry yourself off, cunt. We’re about to find out just how serious you are about saving your asshole from my big cock, you vile excuse for a mother.”

Her mother started to dry herself off under the watchful eye of her daughter. Neither said a word as the towel started to do its job. The dripping lessened until only her hair remained damp. Panic and fear could be seen in every action she took, which caused Monica to fight off a real smile.

She snapped at her mother, which caused her to jump a little. “Wrap your hair up, and tell me what you have between your legs, whore.”

Fear controlled Liz as she forced herself to speak the words. “I have a cunt, my daughter.”

Monica let out a harsh laugh. “That’s right, cunt. What does your daughter have between her legs, whore.”

A slight tremble reached her voice as she started wrap her brown rooted hair. “A pussy, my daughter.”

She responded with a controlling note. “Why does she have a pussy and you have a cunt, you stupid, fucking whore.”

Her face reddened as the tremble grew. “My daughter’s not a whore, but I am. I’m a worthless whore of a mother. That’s why she has a pussy and I have a cunt, my daughter.”

Monica’s voice firmed as she glared. “That’s right, you miserable excuse of a woman. Get out of the tub and look at my tits, you worthless whore.”

Liz stepped out of the tub and stared at her daughter’s hard nipples as Monica’s voice took on a harsh tone. “All those years you called your daughter ugly as you watched her. Jealous that she had your son and you didn’t. You weren’t just jealous of her relationship. You were jealous of her body. Weren’t you, you fucking cunt of a mother?”

She nodded as her voice was forced to reveal the truth. “Yes, my daughter.”

Monica smirked as Liz’s eyes remained fixed in place. “You weren’t just jealous of her body, whore, you desired her body. More than you desired your son’s body, you desired hers. You couldn’t accept that you wanted to touch her, have her do all those disgusting things to you, could you, whore?”

Liz shook her head as tears started to fall. “No, my daughter.”

Her voice softened. “That’s why you want her to shave you. Your daughter has to make contact with your cunt. It makes your clit hard, doesn’t it, you incestuous, fucking whore of a mother?”

Tears continued to fall as Liz’s voice lowered to almost a whisper. “Yes, my daughter.”

Monica snapped at her mother, which caused her to jump. “Yes to what, cunt?”