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Brat Control

Part 2

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This story continues from where Part I finished. If you havent read the first part, this second piece wont make as much sense.



PART II


Monique regained her composure quickly and was pleased to see her Mums head still trapped between her thighs. When she looked down though to see her Mother crying and in a real mess, hair matted and soaked with Moniques cum, eyes red and puffy, face flushed and a distant look in her eye, indicating perhaps even the onset of shock Monique was a little stunned. Even though shed fantasised about having her Mother in this position so often lately the reality of what she had done was a little more shocking than her young teenage mind had considered and she couldnt help but feel a pang of post orgasmic guilt for it.


Despite this Monique was flushed as well, her face beaming with the pleasure of the greatest and most thrilling orgasm of her life. It was the sort of erotic sensation you get addicted to, yet can never replicate no matter how hard or what you try. Monique stood up and parted her thighs releasing her Mother from the tight head scissors that she had her so viciously trapped in. Sharon was in no condition to balance herself and couldnt help but to crash heavily to the carpeted floor of her captors locked bedroom.


Pushing her regret to one side, Monique nudged her Mother heavily in the ribs with her bare teenage foot so that she was forced to lay flat on her back looking up at her cruel brat daughter who stood directly above her, one foot menacingly either side of her torso. She talked down to her now,


“Stop your fucking crying Mum or I might start to feel sorry for you and you just dont deserve that, do you? You know you had this coming? You fuck up my life at every opportunity, well now its time I fucked yours. Well fucked the life out of you anyway, you couldnt fuck up your life anymore if you tried, you dont need me to help you to fuck it up do you?”


While she talked Monique ran her big toe along her Mums face, teasing around her eyes, wiping away the tears, around her lips, under her nose. It wasnt much, but even this simple thing would humiliate her Mother even further.


“Whats the matter Mummy, is little Mo-Mo swearing a bit too much? Well it doesnt matter now youre not in charge anymore does it? No youre the one under my foot, perhaps you should give it a little kiss out of respect while I swear a little more at you. It might be a little sweaty still from that wonderful orgasm you gave me, it felt soooo good having your nose buried in my cunt grinding against my little clitoris. Dont be shocked Mummy, your daughter knows all about these things now. Although I doubt there are too many other Mums around who can give their daughters such a hand on experience in sexual education as you have for me. You know what Mummy? All this dirty talk has got me a little horny again and we havent had that talk yet have we?”


Monique pressed the underside of her toe now to her Mums lips.


“Come on Mum. Give me a kiss, right on the toe and then you can kiss all five and lick the sweat and dirt from my sole, in fact you know Im going to get you to do this daily from now on dont you? As soon as I get home from school Ill sit down in your favourite chair so that you can take off my school shoes before having a good sniff of my smelly, sweaty white schoolgirl socks, in fact I might just keep wearing the same pair so they get that nice little stain of the sole of my foot through the bottom of them, then you can peel them off and start working on relaxing my tired, hot, sweaty feet after a hard day at school. But thats all for later. In the meantime our only way out of this room is still lodged half way up my butt waiting for you to get it out for us. And no Mum, Im not untying your hands, youve already proved to me you cant be trusted.”


Sharon was in a state of shock. Shed been raped. Raped by her own daughter. She felt so degraded, so dirty, so . . . so well words just couldnt describe the depression fast enveloping her mind at this point. She was frightened of her. Confused. Shed heard accounts from women in newspapers and magazines describing how they felt after their rapes, but theyd been raped by strangers, dirty men they didnt know, of course theyd be degraded and humiliated beyond belief. But to be raped by your own flesh and blood, in its way wouldnt that be better than some person you dont know forcing themselves upon you? Wouldnt it?


A hard slap from the sole of her daughters foot across her cheek brought Sharon very quickly back to the present, and this horrifying ordeal. Monique was saying something, she wanted Sharon to kiss her toes. All Sharon wanted to do was vomit. But she was totally helpless, hands tied, injured, wrecked emotionally and Monique wouldnt let up, continuously rubbing her toe across her face until she pressed it heavily against her Mothers lips awaiting a response. Sharon stuck out her tongue, she couldnt see she had any other choice. She was not going to be smothered by her again, no way. Shed do anything she could to stop it and this small act of submission was only one step.


She submissively kissed each of her daughters toes. And when Monique ordered her to stick her tongue out Sharon did so without hesitation, forced to lay the flat of her tongue against her daughters sweaty sole and lick the length of each foot. She even thanked Monique for the privilege once ordered. As she lay flat on her back beneath her daughter, Sharon was amazed at how large Monique looked from this perspective. Monique really was just a coltish skinny teenager but to Sharon right now she seemed enormous and capable of anything. Truth was she was capable of more than just anything, mentally she had her Mother beaten and ready for the taking. Just like she had fantasised and dreamed about before the assault.


In her fantasies Monique always remained in control and while her Mum did seem helpless and unlikely to issue a challenge to her physically, Monique had seen enough catfight videos on those porn sites to see how quickly things could turn around. This wasnt like some of those stories she had read on the internet where it was almost as if in the end the Mother wanted her daughter to take control. No, her Mother was hating this and Monique knew she had to stay on top, not slowly seduce her Mother with clever words or slow dancing.


Sharon could not understand it when the next blow came. She had done everything her daughter had asked since the rape and yet Monique still stomped her foot heavily into her mothers stomach as she lay prone beneath her, a really cheap shot to an already wounded and injured opponent. Sharon gasped and coughed for air. She wanted to ask Monique why but as she blinked away the pain all she could see was her daughters bare feet in the distance walking over to her bedside table before returning, forcing her Mother onto her back and then straddling her again but this time sitting her bare young teenage arse down heavily onto her Mothers breasts. Sharon gulped in pain as her boobs were squashed heavily against her.


Monique made herself comfortable laying her weight fully back onto her Mums breasts one knee each side of Sharons head, both hands free to do as she pleased.


“I am sorry about just stomping on you Mum, but I didnt want you to get any ideas about fighting me back. Id just win too easily anyway but for now you are mine and will do as I say and that is how it will stay.”


Sharon struggled to breathe now beneath her daughter, let alone talk back.


“Now Mum, you remember our new pecking order? It went me, my cunt, then you. Do you remember what I said? No more talking directly to me anymore, You can talk to my cunt from now on given its superiority over you. Anytime you want to say something to me you are to get down on your knees look directly at your superior, my cunt, and speak directly to it. And then afterward you will give it a little kiss out of respect. Now my cunt showed you earlier what it is capable of when you makes its owner unhappy, would you like another taste, or do you agree to your new position in our lives?”


Sharon could only sob as she listened to this nonsense from her very own daughter.


“Thats okay Mum I understand that this will take getting used to. So Im going to stay here sitting on you and call Brad. You remember Brad, Mum? Hes the guy both you and Dad said you didnt want me to see, that hed be a bad influence. Well while Im talking to Brad your job is to just lay there and stare at your new superior, watch my puffy little lips, the tiny little hairs and get to know every inch of my pussy as it now owns you and it is the only way from now on you will get to ask your daughter anything. As you stare I want you to think about licking it and sucking it and cleaning it, tasting it and looking after it like it is the only thing in your life which by the time we have finished tonight it will be. If you fucking dare to take your eyes off it I will sit on your face so quickly and then you can smother in it again. Understood?”

In her state Sharon couldnt answer immediately and Monique was quick to inch her butt forward so that her pussy rested heavily on her Mums chin.


“The next time I have to shift forward it will be onto your nose and mouth if you would like that smother. And believe me I am desperate to have that feeling of you underneath me again like the first time I smothered you Mum.”


Sharon grunted her consent and in a mad panic not to be smothered again fixed her eyes on her daughters genitalia now just inches from her eye line. Above her she could hear Monique dial the number of her boyfriend. She thought about Brad for a moment, he dropped out of school last year but still hung around the group. He had a bad reputation but was exactly the type of guy rebellious teenage girls would drool over. Sharon could still easily remember the enormous argument she had with Monique over him just a few weeks earlier. Having not heard anything since, she assumed Brad had most likely just moved onto his next conquest and forgotten all about Monique.


As her mind mulled over, Sharon continued to stare at her new owner. How it had grown since she last seen it, and she started to think when that might have been. A few years back, just as Monique was starting puberty she got a rash, and embarrassedly had asked her Mum to have a look at it for her. It was hard not to get at least a little bit nostalgic as she grieved for the daughter shed lost and feared the same monster she was now trapped beneath.


Above her at first Sharon couldnt hear much of what her daughter was saying to her boyfriend but her attention was piqued once Moniques fingers came into her eye line and started blatantly masturbating the vagina so lewdly displayed right in front of her face. She heard Monique tell him she wanted to talk dirty and ask him in what position he would most liked to fuck her but was most disturbed when Monique asked him if he found her Mother sexy. She said she could organise something between the three of them if he were interested and then Sharon could suddenly hear Brads voice as Monique switched the phone onto speaker. If this wasnt all outrageous enough, Sharon was just as disgusted when Monique started to tell Brad about . . . And then suddenly it hit her:


Speaker Phone!!!


Sharon almost startled herself as she yelled, “BRAD! HELP . . .” She didnt care who was on the other end of the phone, it was her chance. Trouble was she hardly even drew breath before Monique very efficiently and with no effort shuffled forward so that her Mums nose sunk deeply into her vagina cutting off all air supply and silencing Sharons rebellion practically immediately.


Having done so Monique was furious at herself for being so stupid, of course her Mum would yell for help in this situation. But when Brad continued to talk not mentioning it she imagined him most likely in another World, cock out slowly stroking himself, after all how often would a man have his girlfriend on the phone casually discussing the domination of her own Mother with him? But not only speaking of such a thing, actively encouraging him to participate and saying anything she could to arouse him enough into being so bold as to come over that night? So as her Mum continued to struggle desperately for breath beneath her, Monique quietly slipped the phone back off speaker and slyly continued to bait Brad into coming to her house tonight.


Sharon was certain she would be killed now struggling beneath her Daughter. Monique had clearly gone mad and was quite capable and probably would smother her to death. She kicked her legs and bucked her body like anyone would have in what could very well be the lost throes of their existence. Sharon was past desperate, her lungs screamed for air she could not give and the crushing weight of her daughter on her face, with nothing to cushion her head except the thin veil of carpet on which she lay, was slowly but so very cruelly suffocating her.


And then Monique stood up. She was still on the phone but Sharon was incapable of doing anything to resist as Monique tucked the phone so that the mouthpiece sat under her chin freeing both arms. With one free hand she grabbed one of Sharons wrists and then simultaneously her ankle and with considerable effort dragged the entire weight of her Mother gasping for air the whole time to the end of her bed. Once there she stepped over her Mum sat on the edge of the bed rested one foot heavily down on her Mums mouth and the other on her throat before flicking the phone back onto speaker and increasing the volume so that Sharon could be gagged by the sole of her foot yet still clearly hear both ends of the discussion above her.


But what Monique hadnt yet realised was that Sharon was just a puppet now. So desperate was she not to be smothered again, and so devastated and frightened now that she had been through this terror twice, Sharon could no longer resist her Daughter. Quite simply her brain had given up and the fight she had left in her, if not already gone earlier, was done. And with this understanding, Sharon felt a lot easier in herself. Some of the pain subsided as she relaxed her body now fully comprehending that she was now just the property of not only her Daughter, but that she would now have to submit and respect her Daughters private parts so that she could not be forced to endure the smothering horror of those parts ever again.


She was desperate to tell Monique, desperate to state her new found place in their lives beneath Her. But she couldnt speak right now, Monique was discussing things with her boyfriend, even without her daughters foot pressing down over her mouth, there was no way Sharon would have interrupted no matter how disgusted she might have been about the discussion she could now clearly hear above her. Didnt want to do anything to displease her new Owner. So she continued to concentrate on her breathing which was very difficult given not long ago shed been practically suffocated and was now gagged in such a way that she could only breathe heavily through her nose.


Monique finalised the details with Brad. She wasnt usually dominant with men but she couldnt help being like that right now. Having her Mum totally at her mercy she wanted her boyfriend, who she knew her Mum hated, there to share it with her and in order to make it happen, well she had to be a little dominating. Monique had spent a lot of time on the Internet lately, her desire to do this to her Mother was borne out of stories she had read on it and then further nurtured by any number of female domination sites. And the thought had occurred to her that maybe some of those boys being dominated could be Brad. Of course those thoughts were quickly quashed, Brad wasnt the type of guy who would be dominated by anyone, he intimidated people himself not the other way around. But if those femdom sites had taught Monique anything it was that once a girl controlled the males penis, she controlled everything.


So while she had worked Brad up with their little phone sex session of which she made certain her Mother could hear practically every word, she had been very careful to make sure he never cum. It was another way of humiliating her Mother that she hadnt initially considered but given what she had managed to force her Mother to do for her just using her nose bumping against her clitoris, she now desperately needed cock deep within her.


Sharon heard the conversation above her come to a close and Brad was definitely coming over. Hed be there in just a few minutes. Probably get there even faster than usual given the promises Monique had been making to him on the phone. What teenage boy full of raging hormones wouldnt be there given the way Monique had just spoken to him? And Monique had left him clear instructions, knock on her window, yes, in the usual way, her Dad wasnt home but Mum was. Thats what Monique told him while Sharon lay trapped underneath her daughter unable to move, hands still tied, and Monique using her Mother like her own personal floor to walk all over, to stand on, to humiliate, one foot still pressing heavily on her throat, the other gagging her mouth.


Monique hung up the phone and moved the foot that gagged her onto her forehead. Still sitting menacingly above her mother, looking down at her from the bed Monique smiled. It was pure evil. She knew she owned her now, and the thrill was intoxicating, the butterflies that floated around her stomach and heated her loins were unstoppable. This was brilliant, even better than she had imagined. It was hard for Monique not to touch herself. Her body was on fire, adrenalin rushed and she could feel a thin sheen of sweat start to pool in all the usual spots. Her boobs werent large, not by any stretch, but she sweated in that crevice beneath the orb where the skin had little air to breathe, it was dripping down her cleavage and it was the same down below. She could feel it especially at the top of her arse crack, and also, enticingly, where her skinny coltish leg joined her torso right next to her vagina.


As she spent a moment drowning in this wonderful glow, Monique was a little startled when from beneath her, her Mother spoke;


“Monique,” the voice was weak and timid, sounded scared. “M..m..may I please speak to my Superior? I think I owe Her and apology.”


So nervous was Sharon about upsetting Monique again, she rehearsed this request in her mind several times while she lay trapped under her daughters feet. And while Monique was in this mood, so willing to dominate, so willing to hurt, so willing to intimidate Sharon knew all too well how easily things might turn bad for her again. And for a second Monique had no idea what her Mother was talking about. But it quickly dawned on her that maybe this harebrained scheme was working? Shed read about it working all the time in erotic fiction on the Internet where Mothers would just give in to their daughters dominating them. But in the back of her mind this was just fiction, most likely written by a male with no idea about how the bond could be broken between Mother and Daughter. Yet here she was in real life and it was really starting to happen.


So Monique slid down off the bed and once again straddled her Mother in a schoolgirl pin hold sitting menacingly on her throat and neck, “Hurry up Mum, Brad will be here any second”.


Once again Sharon spoke lines she had carefully rehearsed in her mind while Monique had been speaking to Brad on the phone. She fixed her sight directly on her daughters own labia splayed out obscenely now in front of her; “I am sorry to have shown You disrespect, both You and my Daughter deserve better from me and from this point on I pledge to serve You in any way that Monique sees fit and in future I will only address Monique once I have addressed You first.” If the smotherings Sharon had endured hadnt fucked with her mind so badly, it was almost laughable a grown Woman speaking to her daughters vagina so lewdly displayed right in front of her face like this. Certainly Monique thought it was the funniest thing shed ever heard and only wished she had recorded it on her iphone for all prosperity. If she had more time before Brad was knocking on her window she would have made her do it again right then.


But instead she told her Mother to kiss it, a nice passionate kiss including tongue, and all would be forgiven. That she could accept her apology so long as her Mother now understood her proper place in this household. With a hint of finality and as she stood up grabbing a handful of her Mothers hair at the same time to drag her up with her, “My cunt now owns You Mother. You can continue to refer to me as Monique for now, but you must call your Superior in future Mistress. My pussy is now your Mistress Mum, you are to ensure you do everything you can given our environment with Dad and the kids around, to serve her well. And if I ever tell you that your Mistress needs you for anything you are to drop what you are doing, bow down onto your knees before Her and wait further instruction. From now on the 45 minutes from the time I get home from school is time you need to dedicate wholly to Your Mistress. This means you are to find someone to pick up the kids and keep them from getting home until after 4pm or whatever time I allow it. Organise your Mum or sister to pick them up and hold them for you, it will be easily organised and if it is not organised come tomorrow afternoon then I will smother you as punishment for every minute you neglect your duties to your Mistress. When I get home from school I dont want those two little shits anywhere near this joint until I have cleared it, is that totally understood?”


Monique had marched Sharon over to the walk in robe by her hair and unceremoniously dumped her on the floor among her shoes and clothes strewn everywhere, much like any teenagers wardrobe. For the first time now she was confident enough to untie her Mothers wrists.


“Now Mum get undressed and dont make a sound until I come back for you, if you do make any noise at all it will make your new Mistress very very unhappy and the one thing youll find your new Mistress enjoys more than anything in the whole World is having your nose trapped inside her. Your Mistress wont hesitate to punish you by forcing you into that position again and again and again until you learn you are here now to only please Her and nothing else, is that understood?”


As Sharon sadly nodded her head in agreement and submission to her daughter there was also the unmistakable tapping on the window. Brad was here and over the past few weeks that tapping noise was one of the sounds Monique had come to enjoy most. She had been very active with Brad sexually, it was hard not to be having read all these stories and while she plotted her Mothers downfall, she was always so damn horny, not that every teenager in the World isnt constantly horny, but it was so much better to get her pleasure from a big hard cock than masturbating herself furiously as she would do any night Brad couldnt sneak in.


Brad was surprised at the lights being on, normally everything was dark when he snuck in through the front window but tonight was different. He knew that by the phone sex Monique had given him. And her computer hadnt been switched on either. Usually it was flickering in the dark when he arrived, Mo had found some porn sites and this was what really switched them both on whenever he visited. Yep, there was certainly something very different about tonight. Hed hardly crawled in the window before Monique was all over him, kissing, touching, feeling, undressing. Hands down his pants, tickling his balls, like any normal teenager Brad couldnt help but spring hard immediately. He hadnt even had a chance to notice that his girl was totally naked. Hed never really seen her naked before given the lights were always off, the fact she was pretty skinny and still growing into her body didnt worry him in the slightest.


Brad just knew she was hot for him and willing to put out like a little whore and to him at this stage nothing else really mattered. When Monique broke their kiss it was only to slide down to her knees slowly kissing him all over, Brad ripped off his top showing his tight teenage body, not an ounce of fat and really starting to muscle while Monique unzipped his trousers and slowly pulled them down. She kissed his penis though his jocks and quickly discarded them with more than a little disdain. Tonight Monique was only interested in the main course. Brad was leaking pre-cum everywhere at this point and he nearly cum right there when Monique looked up at him while she slowly and seductively licked over his head and pisshole. She was able to attach a string of pre-cum from the end of his penis to the tip of her tongue and when the thin layer of mucous broke she greedily slurped it up.


Sensing Brad wasnt likely to last very long given her earlier phone call and the fact she was about to introduce him to her new slave, Monqiue stood up and whispered into his ear,


“I got Mum right where I said, right how I said I would lover. This is way, way better than any computer porn. Come with me,” and she grabbed his hand dragging him over to her walk in robe.


Despite her hopeless arousal Moniques mind was working quickly and remained sharp. She knew Brad wouldnt last more than a few moments before he exploded in these circumstances. And she was desperate for a good hard fucking so she planned to feed her Mother first, she could take the first load before she reheated his arousal and climbed aboard for a second helping. She quickly looked down at his erection, shed never really looked at his dick much before but it almost looked painful as its head bulged an angry purple in places desperate to spew forth its load. Her Mum should be grateful, it wasnt going to take more than a few strokes before his cum would be all over face and mouth.


Sharon was cowering in the corner when Brad and Monique pulled back the door and stood over her. Shed heard bad things about this Brad guy, and only a few hours ago would have been shocked and disappointed to find out what Monique had been doing with him behind their back and despite the warnings both she and her Father had given her. She knew of Brad, she heard about the bullying, about the common assaults, talk of vandalism and that if hadnt left school last year he would have been kicked out anyway. She feared him and hated him for helping to drive this wedge between her and Monique, and reasoned that he was at least partly to blame for Monique even planning this night to begin with.


But despite all this she couldnt help but to think he just a little lamb as she looked up at him from the ground. Butt naked, and with Monique very clearly in charge of the situation, clearly out of his comfort zone for the moment. They were both naked in front of her.


“Now Mum whenever I bring home boys in future, you are to greet them all the same way. Crawl over here and kneel in front of us, I dont think youve ever met Brad before, despite your judgements about him in the past. Youll find he is very sweet and that his cum tastes like . . . well youll see. Now say hello to Brad like a good little puppy Mum and kiss his feet, tell him how much of an honour it is to have him in our house and also dont forget to thank your Mistress for allowing you the privilege of even being in the same room as him.  You see Mum,” and as she spoke Monique grabbed her Mother by the ear forcing her to kneel at eye level with Brads penis, “this here is your Mistress lover. And what makes your Mistress happy ought to make you happy as well. Is that clear?”


Sharon looked directly at the rock hard penis in front of her. She doubted shed ever seen one so aroused and so ready to explode.


“Now your Mistress wants you to wrap your lips around its head and slowly lick your tongue over it. Slide it up and down your throat make it nice and wet and see if you cant coax out at least some of that load so that your Mistress can be properly served by it when the time comes.”


Sharon couldnt help but be struck by the irony. Her own daughter instructing her on how to give head, she figured shed given dozens of blow jobs to guys throughout her sexual life, she imagined Monique had perhaps done it once or twice. But her own mind now was so fried by the smotherings, the physical assault, the emotion, that Sharon was going to give this teenage boy she not only hated but also feared the best head job she possibly could.


At first contact Brads knees just buckled a little and he couldnt help but stifle a groan. His cock was so sensitive that having his girls Mums tongue on it felt like nothing he could possibly have ever experienced before nor was he likely to ever again. He closed his eyes and just imagined for a second this unreal scenario, Monique whispered in his ear to just let it go she wanted her Mum to taste him, for him to spew his semen all over her ugly face, that she deserved it for not letting them be together, she deserved it for hating him enough to not allow him in the house, for not trusting him around her little kids and with her words, and with her Mums mouth now sliding up and down his cock, Brad couldnt help but to regain his dominant senses.


He stepped forward and over her shoulder with his right leg as she knelt beneath him bending Moniques mother in a way that her head was forced back uncomfortably so that she was trapped and as he pressed his weight forward her head and neck was forced further back so hed be able to not only squirt down her throat but all over her face as well. Monique now drifted away from them both using the sidewall of the robe to support her rapidly weakening and constantly tingling body, hands masturbating herself as she watched her boyfriend use her Mum for his pleasure. Sharon groaned not only at her awkward position trapped beneath Brad but also the total loss of control, she no longer was giving him a blow job, he was now raping her mouth.


And as Brad forced his shaft down Sharons throat pumping her mouth for the third, fourth and fifth stroke, she couldnt help but suppress her gag reflex before feeling the head of his penis bob against her tongue and a second later her throat flooded with hot gooey semen before he pulled out of her mouth and painted her face with the rest of his load. He unsteadily untangled the bitch beneath him from underneath his leg where he had her trapped and she fell to the floor eyes tightly closed where a glob of semen sat right next to the bridge of her nose.


Now that he had cum, Brad felt back in control. He turned around to kiss his girlfriend, and whispered in her ear,


“This is the hottest fucking thing Ive ever seen babe. We own her now. I want you to get down on your knees and lick that shit off your mothers face for me like a good girl. Im going to ring some of the boys and get them to come around to use her as well.”


Monique was buzzed but there was no way she wanted anyone else involved in this.


“Not tonight lover, well get the boys around another time for a full on orgy where Mum can be the guest of honour. Tonight I just need your hard cock inside me, a real good fuck, Ive already used Mum for all I can. But keep watching babe . . .”


Monique loved the idea of licking the semen off her own Mother. She slowly, seductively dropped to her knees and made sure to wiggle her arse for her boyfriend as she crawled to where her Mother lay, forced her on her back, straddled her entire body so her own pussy lined up against her Mums, and started to grind herself against it while she slowly licked the now cooling semen from her Mothers face. Once she was done she looked up at Brad and licked her lips, mustering the most smoking hottest sensual look she could muster and was glad to see the young teenager was already hard again.


She crawled back over to him and slowly kissed up his leg, licking his shaft, teasing his head until she traced kisses all the way up his tight young body until their tongues were once again intertwined. While they embraced she started to push him back out of the robe into the bedroom so they could lie down together on her bed breaking the kiss just long enough to order her Mum to follow them on her knees.


Sharon heard the order and duly obliged. Shed regained her breath although not her senses as she remained desperate to keep her new Mistress from getting upset again. For the first time Sharon had a new feeling, and while the part of her mind that remained sane was sickened by it, she couldnt help feeling aroused by what they had done to her. She hated the rape, the rapes, choking on his vile cock, suffocating in his ejaculate, but then to have her new owner so casually crawl over to her, to feel Her tongue on her face as she cleaned her of his semen, to watch her embrace and kiss him to see her new Owner so happy. Well it just made her tingle. She kept telling herself she hated this, hated what they were doing, and not to give into it but her libido was going to a different place.


While they lay on the bed kissing, Monique motioned for her Mother to come and join them using her index finger only. She pointed to her arse and parted her cheeks.


“Its time for you to get the key Mum. I want you to hold my cheeks open with your hands while you dig it out of my arsehole with your tongue. If youre lucky I might arch my back a little for you to gain easier access while I am with Brad but I first want you to savour the taste. Savour the taste of my pussy as it drips between my legs, savour the sweat from between my cheeks and finally savour the taste of your own daughters dirty little arsehole. Remember the taste Mum, as for you this is the taste of defeat. Your tongue up my arse is your final initiation Mum. To feel your tongue in such a dirty place is one thing that will make your new Mistress most happy.”


Sharon was hesitant as she continued to battle with herself. She couldnt be smothered again but this was so wrong. And what made it worse was that for the first time Monique wasnt forcing her to do it, she was asking her to do it of her own volition. Hold the cheeks apart herself. Get the key herself. She wasnt tied nor trapped, just asked to do it. To make her Mistress happy. It was a new line to cross and Sharon got the feeling once she crossed it that she wouldnt go back.


But Sharon had got to a point where her mind was in a similar place that led Monique to do these things to her, her brain no longer could determine right from wrong just arousal from non-arousal and the same irrational thought that led Monique into initiating this whole thing, the same sexual urge, was the same thing that had Sharon crawl up onto the bed slowly behind her teenage daughter. And while she busily kissed and fondled the boyfriend Sharon had forbid her from seeing, Sharon lay down with her head right between her daughters legs on an angle that afforded her the best opportunity to pull apart Moniques arse cheeks and delve with her mouth and tongue into her anus to dislodge the by now shitty key from up her butt.


Sharon hadnt even made contact before she smelt her Daughters arousal. When Monique raped her earlier that night, Sharon could hardly breathe never mind control her senses but this was the same smell of which her own face already reeked and she could breathe it in clearly now as she inched ever closer to the tight little bud that was her Daughters arsehole. At first Sharons licks were understandable tentative, anyone who has ever performed anilingus was tentative at first, and she couldnt help but recoil at her first taste. It was one of a sharp tang, as was her 2nd, but as she continued to lick around the anus and started to prod her tongue inside the little opening, all she could really taste was her own saliva. So armed with the added confidence of a neutral taste rather than the horrid shitty experience she had expected, Sharon took to her task with some relish.


As Sharon started to really push her tongue hard against its objective, Monique relaxed her anus and couldnt help but stifle a little squeal of delight as she felt her Mums tongue sucked inside. For a minute Monique stopped concentrating on the pleasure she was gaining from kissing her Boyfriend and experimented with the feeling inside her bum hole. A few moments later she realised she could easily trap her Mums tongue inside of her, well until Sharon panicked and pulled her face away, but a few more moments later and Monique felt the tongue once again prodding at her hole. She sucked it in again and this time held it, Sharon obviously not so shocked the second time and did not pull away, but instead started wiggling her tongue inside her own daughter, bringing Monique untold pleasure.


Sharon was now touching the key with her tongue but could not work out how on Earth she could dislodge it. There was no way she could just lick it out, but then having tongued her daughter for a few minutes now, the teenager was able to assist by relaxing her anus in the same way she might do to go to the toilet and Sharon, understanding what was happening, sucked heavily against the hole effectively creating a vacuum that dislodged the key straight into her mouth.


As soon as Monique felt the key slip out she broke the kiss with Brad and instructed her Mum to leave the key in her mouth and to suck it clean before presenting it to her with her tongue out while kneeling down beside the bed. Horrifically this time Sharon could taste her Daughters poo as she sucked the key clean before climbing off the bed and crawling to her Daughters side and raising onto her knees to present the key as directed, tongue out.


Sharon hadnt even considered the freedom this key represented. Her pussy was aching with excitement now as she awaited the next instruction from her new Owner and she did not give one thought to using the key to unlock the door and call the police as she had planned when she was so frightened earlier. Not only was she no longer frightened but she was desperate to please not only her Owner, but also her very own Mistress. Sharon had already started to plan how she might be able to arrange to have the house free for Monique when she got home from school each evening as instructed and about how she might even be able to find day care for the twins to give Monique and her Mistress as much time as She needs.


Monique deliberately ignored her Mother kneeling beside her bed while she whispered into her boyfriends ear. She wanted him to fuck her, and to give it to her hard, she had never been so desperate for a dick inside her before. But there was a certain way she wanted it done, a way in which she had fantasised about a dozen times prior and to achieve this fantasy they were going to have to roll off the bed to give Sharon the opportunity to lay on the bed beneath them.


In her fantasy Sharon had considered every last detail of this aspect of her night. If everything went to plan, well to be honest everything had exceeded her planning, but if she was to get this far with her Mum, then she knew exactly how she wanted her. So instructions were issued to Sharon to lay on the bed with her feet at the same end as the pillow and the top of her head toward the foot of her bed. Next was Moniques turn to take up her position, she faced the top of her bed toward Sharons feet and squatted on her knees right above her Mums face lowering herself so that Sharon had access to her Mistress with her tongue while Brad was asked to lean into the foot of the bed and fuck Monique from behind.


It was awkward for Brad at first, he was too damned horny to get his aim and more than once Monique panicked as he prodded at her arsehole but eventually he was able to slide into her moist warm vagina while beneath him Sharons hair tickled his thighs. He could also feel his Girlfriends Mums tongue at various time flick his balls while he buried himself deep inside Monique with Sharon erratically flicking her tongue at the clitoris above her. Sharon could no longer hold back herself either now.


While her Daughter and the Boyfriend she forbid her from seeing fucked themselves silly on top of her face, Sharon reached down for her own clitoris and began rubbing frantically. Her libido had officially won the battle for supremacy within her own mind and with this act of self-passion Sharon realised she was no better than Monique. It wasnt without some horror that she remembered her other two kids asleep at the other end of the house. But it wasnt until she had the deepest most shattering orgasm of her life that the tidal wave of shame really hit home.


And while this debauchery continued atop her very own face Sharon remained trapped, now sated, she could no longer care less about her Mistress or the threat to her wellbeing, all Sharon wanted was to be released so she could go have a long hot shower to scrub the nights immorality off her as best she could. She yelled at the young couple to get off her but they were deep into the throes of passion and couldnt hear her. Brad was showing some impressive stamina for a teenage boy no doubt helped by the earlier release he deposited onto his Girlfriends Mums face. Monique too was holding off her own building orgasm until she heard Brad grunt and as he shot his load deep inside her womb, the feeling of the warmth of the semen filling her so dramatically was enough to take her right over the edge as well.


As the kids rolled off Sharon who by now had regained her full horror over what had just happened, she stumbled up herself and made a grab for the key which Monique had left on the dresser beside the bed before racing for the door and leaving. Monique saw her go but couldnt care less right now, her fantasy of dominating and beating her Mum, of degrading and humiliating her, just like the erotic stories she had read on the Internet was now complete. Suddenly exhausted she fell asleep on the chest of her boyfriend, neither of them now to be disturbed again until the morning.


CONCLUSION


The next morning Brad left the same way he come before anyone else had a chance to wake up. Monique showered and got ready for school, the hem of her uniform already well above the level that her Mother considered acceptable. It was almost as Monique was challenging her Mum to say anything. The kids had slept right through the commotion and carried about their morning cartoons knowing no different. It was actually very easy for Monique to corner Sharon in the kitchen briefly while they remained in the other room. Monique knew from the stories she had read that she needed to retain her authority, she wanted her Mother to stay frightened of her, to feel bullied by her and to continue to submit to her.


Sharon saw Monique slide her chair out from the table and walk over to her at the sink but she still wasnt ready for Sharon to grab a handful of hair and shrieked as her head was painfully pulled back so that her daughters face loomed right above her. Monique swiftly moved one finger over her mouth to quieten her,


“Shut up Mother, surely you dont want the kids knowing about our new arrangement, do you? Have you forgotten about your new Mistress? Remember you need to keep her happy, and that will always include a good morning kiss at the first opportunity. And here we are, I can see the kids, they are intent on their cartoons, youve got more than enough time to get down on your knees, put your ugly head under my skirt and kiss your Mistress. First a little peck on my panties to wake Her up and then pull the panties to one side and then a proper kiss good morning, including tongue.”


Monique pulled down sharply on her Sharons hair again forcing her Mums head back further and spat right into her face,


“And there is your good morning kiss from me. Now get down on your knees like a good little Mummy slave, if you dont I will call the kids in here to watch me beat you up again.”


Sharon was openly sobbing by now. She wasnt ready for this. Not yet. Not after the rapes. And then there was more pain as Monique carelessly tossed her to the floor by her hair. She knew she had to do this quickly so she hopped up onto her knees lifted her daughters own school uniform skirt and felt it flutter back down over her head as Monique grabbed the hem to make sure her Mother was as humiliated as possible. She pressed her lips firmly against her daughters mound and kissed the outside of the pretty pink panties before her. While Monique had showered and was clean, once Sharon pulled the panties to one side she was horrified at the level of arousal this was clearly bringing her daughter. Once again she tasted that arousal as she bid her new Mistress good morning.


Satisfied, Monique stepped away and left her Mother there cowering on her knees,


“Remember Mum, when I get home from school the kids are to be gone. Just you and I in the house. Ive been wearing the same socks for days so you can fully expect to be cleaning my Feet when I get home as well as servicing your new Mistress. If I get home and those little shits are here I will beat you again and force you to service your new Mistress in front of them. And I know neither of us want that, do we?”


Monique left and Sharon tried to regain her composure. She had already made up her mind as she rang her Mum to organise to leave the kids with them for the day. This wasnt a safe place for them to be while Monique was acting this way, well the Girl who used to be Monique anyway. Sharon knew the monster that had replaced Monique would make good on her threats and she knew better than to have them home that evening . . .


Monique floated through the day. She didnt spend that much time at school instead choosing to meet Brad so they could make out through her lunch break. Brad wanted to come back home with her that afternoon but Monique insisted he just be patient. She told Brad she wasnt sure how her Mum would react to the new order in their house, if she was going to be the good little submissive pet Monique thought likely then it wouldnt be a problem. But Monique didnt want Brad there in case she got home and her Mum had decided to rebel.


Moniques excitement grew as she walked toward her house through the sleepy court in which they lived. Her Mums car was in the driveway and there were no signs of the kids. But as she pushed the front door open and saw three strange men and a woman waiting inside as well as her Mother she immediately sensed trouble. Monique turned to flee but there was suddenly a guy behind her as well.


Monique ran straight into her Dad.


Sharon cried openly as Moniques own Father led the teenager back into the living room. One of the men spoke,


“Monique, I am Inspector Russo, this is my partner Dan Heedly and these are Rob and Rachael from Human services. Weve spent all day here with your Mother and would like to hear your side of the story. Usually wed arrest you immediately and take you back to the station but given your age and by request of your parents we can interview you here in front of Human services. Once we have your statement Monique you will need to leave with Rob and Rachael, they will take care of you from here.”


Sharon took one hard look at her daughter as her husband embraced her as they left the room to go back to pick up the kids. The Inspector had told her they would have the house cleared within an hour and Human services had given Sharon all the information she wanted about what would happen to her Daughter now. A final glance at one another before Moniques eyes started to well and she sobbed hopelessly in front of these strangers. Monique was frightened now, she had given some thought to the consequences but wasnt expecting anything like this. She didnt think her own Mother could or would press charges, Monique was supposed to be in control.


And in the Youth Centre she was. Sure it took a few months but it was ingrained in her personality, this exterior of a tough young female. Even though she was skinny, she was smart and was able to circle with the right gangs inside the centre always steadily rising to the top. It was easy for her to find submissive young Girls to dominate and whenever she did she was able to close her eyes and fantasise that it was her own Mother she was bullying as another young body suffocated beneath her insatiable pussy.


THE END.




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