Date: Wed, 24 Mar 2010 10:29:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Portuguese Girl (lesbian/authoritarian  dom, oral, f/F)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts of incest
between a girl and her mother.  If this type of
content offends you or you are under the age of 18
do not read it.

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                    Portuguese Girl
                          By
                         Jan

	A noise woke me up.  The second time I heard
the bumping nose I got up out my warm bed to find
out what was going on.  My mother may have been in
trouble.

	My mother was the fourth generation
Portuguese member of a fishing family that had
migrated to the San Petro fishing village of the Los
Angeles Port.  After the canneries closed, the family
had changed from commercial fisherman to charter
game fish fisherman.  The family had remained very
close.  My mother had alienated the family by
marrying a Caucasian.  Then she disgraced the family
by divorcing him after I was born.  She had bad luck
picking men.  After my father, she married two
other abusive men that were Mexicans.

	By that time the family disowned her.  It had
been bad enough to marry a Protestant Caucasian
but marrying dark skinned, greasy Mexicans was
even worse.  Besides she was reduced to living on
welfare.  They had no respect for her way of life.

	I had witnessed these men abuse her many
times before she would get enough and leave them.
The men she dated were never any better.  I had
seen her come home drunk and get slapped around
while these men fucked her or made her suck their
cocks.  I loved her, but hated these men.  It broke
my heart to see her with cuts and bruises on her
face.

When the noise woke me up that night I had
assumed she had brought home another drunk,
bastard, and he was beating her up.

	When I opened my bedroom door and peeked
into the living-room I saw something I had never
seen before.  It was not a man she had brought
home this time.  It was another woman.  They were
obviously both drunk.  The noise that had woken me
up was the sound of the back of the sofa banging
against the wall.  The woman looked like an
Irishwoman.  She had curly red hair and freckles all
over her body.

	My mother was reclining on the sofa and the
naked woman was standing on the sofa straddle of
my mother.  She was ramming her pussy into my
mother's face so hard that the back of the sofa was
banging into the wall.  I could not tear my eyes away
from the sight of my mother clinging to the big butt
of the woman, while she lapped at the pussy covered
by dark red hair.  The room was filled with the smell
of cheap perfume and the alcoholic breath of the
two women reeked of cigarettes.  I didn't know if I
should rush to the defense of my mother or not.
She sounded like she was enjoying the sex.

	I had always thought my mother was the most
beautiful woman in the world.  She had a thick mane
of brown hair that flowed halfway down her back in
soft waves.  Her eyebrows were thick and had an
expressive arch to them.  Her eyes told a lot about
her emotions.  She had thick lips that had a nice
cupids bow.  Her lips begged to be kissed.  Her skin
had a nice olive hue that tanned very well.  I looked a
lot more like my father.

	I wished I looked more like my mother.  My
hair was almost blonde.  My eyes were somewhere
between brown and green.  My skin was pale; every
mole looked large and ugly to me.  I was just starting
to enter puberty.  I was still all arms and legs but
my hips were starting to widen and my breasts were
starting to enlarge.  They were sore all of the time
and I played with them a lot.

	I could smell the odor of my own unwashed
body on my flannel nightgown.  I showered in the
mornings, so my body odor always clung to my
nightgown.  I don't know if I made a noise or not, but
the woman pushed her body off of the wall and
turned in my direction and looked at me with a look
of drunken lust on her face.  She said, "Why don't
you come here and join the fun?"

	My mother looked in my direction with a look
of shame on her wet face, turned her head away
from me and tried to cover her nakedness with her
hands.

	I had seen her naked almost every day.  I had
even seen her naked while fucking men before.  This
was the first time I had ever seen her having sex
with a woman.  She tried to push the woman away
but the woman was having nothing of that.

	The woman slapped her face and screamed, "I
DON'T CARE IF YOUR LITTLE BITCH SEES WHAT
YOU'RE DOING OR NOT!  YOU ARE GOING TO
EAT MY PUSSY UNTIL I AM THROUGH WITH
YOU!"

	My mother hid her face between the woman's
thick thighs.  The woman clung to her hair and
worked my mother's head back and forth until he
threw back her head and moaned.  When she was
ready she stepped off of the sofa and stood there
facing me, with her legs spread so that I could see
her matted down red pubic hair.  She ran her
painted fingernails between her labia and stroked
herself a few times before she smelled her fingers,
before she stuck her fingers in my mother's mouth.

	My mother was sobbing like a baby.  She looked
so pitiful sitting there hunched over with her face in
her hands.  She meekly begged the woman to get
dressed and leave.

	The woman reached for her discarded panties
and stepped into them, but before she pulled them
up she reached over her shoulder and grabbed my
mother by the hair and pulled her head hard against
the middle of her butt.  She demanded, "Lick MY
ASSHOLE YOU NASTY BITCH, SO THAT YOUR
LITTLE WHORE OF A DAUGHTER CAN SEE JUST
WHAT A SLUT YOU REALLY ARE!"

	I could not believe that my mother didn't resist
the treatment she was being subjected to by this
nasty woman.  I even wanted to come to her rescue
but stood there frozen in my tracks.

	The woman had a wicked look on her face as
she made my mother degrade herself in front of me.
She even turned to face my mother and pissed in her
face.  When she was finished peeing on my mother,
without a care about the liquid getting all over the
sofa and floor, she finished getting dressed and
headed for the door of our old duplex.

	My mother was guilt ridden about what I had
witnessed.  She even forgot about her nakedness.
She got up unsteadily to go to the kitchen to get a
rag to wipe up the piss.  She even had a bottle of rug
cleaner in hopes of getting rid of the urine smell.

	I felt a rush of pity for her and moved to help
her.  I took the cleaner and rag from her hands and
told her in a firm voice, "Go to bed!  I will clean this
up!"  She staggered to her bedroom and closed the
door without protesting.

	When I was satisfied that the sofa and carpet
would not smell like piss, I rinsed out the rag in the
sink and put it on a rack to dry and put the cleaner
back under the sink.  I gathered up my mother's
clothes and decided to put them in her bedroom for
her.  When I entered the bedroom my mother was
sprawled across the bed in a drunken stupor.

	I folded her clothes and hung them up for her
before trying to cover her up.  It was so strange
touching her.  She smelled of a mix of her perfume
and the perfume of that other woman, cigarette
smoke and now the smell of urine.  Her hair was
damp.  I wanted to give her a bath but she was in no
condition to get in the tub.

	I tried to turn her around and cover her up
with the sheet and blankets.  I was concerned about
her being uncovered, because living so close to the
ocean means the night air is very damp and it is
common for a fog to drift in before morning.  I
didn't want her catching a cold.  While I was
maneuvering her around on the bed she mumbled
drunkenly, "Don't hate me, Carina.  I can't help
myself.  I'm just a slut."

	I could not resist kissing her on the lips.  Her
face smelled like piss and the rank smell of that
woman's pussy.  I covered her naked body and knew
that I would have to change her sheets in the
morning.  I turned out the light as I closed the door
and went back to my bedroom.

	In the morning I got up and used the bathroom
and brushed my teeth before getting dressed.  I
could tell that Mom had not gotten up yet.  I
started making breakfast for the two of us.  It was
spring break, so there was no school.  I figured that
my mother would be in no shape for a big breakfast.
I opted for cooking oatmeal and coffee and toast.
The smell of coffee must have stirred my mother.  I
heard her rummaging around in her room for awhile.
When she emerged she was covering her body with a
terrycloth bathrobe.  Her hair was unruly from
sleeping on her wet hair.  She looked sleepy and
haggard.  She accepted a cup of coffee and sipped
the black coffee as if she was in pain.

	She only said, "Thank you!"  She was acting
sheepishly.

	I wondered how much she remembered of last
night.  She waddled over to the little dining table
and took her normal place while I brought her a bowl
of oatmeal with milk and butter on it.  Then I
brought a plate with four pieces of toast with a lot
of butter on them.  I made a second trip with my
own bowl and cup of coffee.  I used artificial
creamer to sweeten up my coffee.  While we ate
breakfast I could smell her pissy body and the sour
odor of her breath.

	She finally said, "I'm sorry for my behavior last
night.  I don't know what possessed me to do what I
did last night."

	Her whining annoyed me at that moment, "I DO
NOT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR WHINING,
JUST ABOUT YOU BEING SUCH A STUPID BITCH
RIGHT NOW!"

	She gave me a hurt look as if I had just
slapped her face.

	"I don't know why you degrade yourself with
every relationship you have.  Why did you let that
woman treat you that way?" I scolded her.

	She said, "I can't help myself, I guess."

	"Hell, if you have a need to be treated like that
you don't need to pick up some old barfly.  I can shit
on you, just as well."

	Mom gave me a look like she was going to
reproach me for cussing but thought better.  She
hung her head in shame while she sipped her coffee.

	While we finished eating we didn't talk.  When
we were finished I ordered her to take a bath while
I cleaned up.  She made her way to the bathroom
slowly without protesting.  I washed the dishes and
put them away before going to her room and
stripping the bedding.  The sheets smelled like piss.
I put the sheets in the laundry basket for washing
before putting fresh sheets on her bed and making
it.  Mom came into the room dressed in a cheap
dress and smelling of soap.

	I could not resist kissing her, before I told her
to get dressed.  I was assuming the role of authority
figure.  Mom didn't resist my taking charge at all.  I
left her to get dressed while I returned to my room
to make my bed.

	When I returned to the living-room Mom was
sitting at the kitchen table nursing another cup of
coffee.  She could not look me in the eye as she
sipped her coffee.  I got another cup and poured
myself a cup of coffee and added creamer before
returning to the table.  When I sat down I took a sip
to be sure it was to my liking before I addressed my
mother.

	"Mother you can't continue getting drunk and
allowing people to abuse you!"

	Mother started to whine with one of her
typical excuses.  That angered me so much that I
swung my arm all the way from the back of my body
to slap her face so hard that the side of her face
was instantly red.  She made no effort to retaliate,
while she started bawling like a baby.  Her behavior
angered me even more.  At that moment I actually
hated her.  I pushed my chair away from the table
and grabbed my mother by the arm and dragged her
out of her chair.  I forced her to lie across my lap.
She had not resisted until that moment.  When she
figured out that I was about to spank her she
started to struggle.  That was when I placed my left
leg over her back, trapping her between my legs.
Then I flipped her dress up over her back, exposing
her ample derriere to my view.  Her butt was
covered by cheap white rayon panties.  I pulled them
halfway down her thighs.  She was continuing to
struggle until I delivered the first blow with the
palm of my hand.  I continued raining blows on both
cheeks of her ass until they were both bright red.
She had stopped struggling and had been reduced to
a sobbing child.  I had no sympathy for her behavior
at all.

	She was draped so far over my right leg that
her legs were not even touching the floor.  I was
able to even see her vulva covered with her dark
pubic hair.  I had a feeling of such power over her
that I could not resist taking the first two fingers
and sticking them into her asshole while sticking the
two smaller fingers into her cunt.  Mom stopped
struggling while I masturbated her.  She stopped
crying and started moaning like the slut she is.  She
even had a climax.

	When I let her slide off of my thigh, she fell
to the linoleum floor practically under the table.
She was facing me and rested her hands on my
thighs and wedged her head between my thighs.  She
started slobbering all over my panty clad pussy.  I
spread my legs even farther apart for her.  Mom
used one hand to pull my panties aside to expose my
cunt to her hungry mouth.  She used her tongue to
bring me to a very exciting climax.

	After that I led her to her bedroom where we
undressed each other.  I made her lie on her back so
that I could mount her head and feed her my cunt
while I inspected her pussy.  It was thrilling to
inspect the opening I had been pushed out of a little
more than a dozen years ago.  There was something
special about the smell of her pussy.  I could not
resist sticking my nose into her moist cunt.  My nose
was filled with the slimy juices of her cunt.  When I
moved my head up to line up my mouth with her cunt
I stuck my tongue in her canal and started shaking
my head around in circles to give her the full benefit
of my stiff tongue.  She was doing her best to
satisfy me while she moaned into my pussy.

	I supervised the action for hours.  She did
everything I demanded.  When I remembered about
that nasty redhead making my mother lick her
asshole I could not resist demanding that Mom do
that to me.  It was so exciting to feel my mother
slobbering all over my asshole before she stuck her
tongue into my hole.

	Mother was the one to retrieve a couple of sex
toys for me to use on her.  There was a battery
powered rubber coated dildo that was hand held and
another latex rubber strap-on dildo.  I spent the
rest of the morning using both of them to fuck her.
I have no idea how many times she climaxed before
hunger forced us to get some rest and fill our
tummies.  I had decided that it was my turn to make
her please me.  I didn't want her to use the dildos as
much as I wanted her to prove her subservience to
my will by making me cum with her mouth and
tongue.  I loved the feeling of power over her by
taking hold of her hair, like the reins of a horse, to
direct her head around to ensure that I got the
most pleasure out of her eating my pussy and
asshole.

	I moved into her bedroom that weekend and
assumed total control of her.  There were no more
nights of drinking with her bringing home nasty
people to abuse her.  I was giving her all of the
abuse she could handle while enjoying the use of her
mouth to please me.  I even got around to indulging
in some sex play by making her wear sexy underwear
and slave paraphernalia like dog collars and leashes.
I would tie her to the bed so that she could not
interfere with me abusing her while masturbating
her to distraction.  I would even pee into glasses and
make her drink it.  The nastiest thing I ever did to
her was make her get into the bathtub and give her
an enema.  When I finally allowed her to let go she
shit the dirty water all over the bottom of the tub.
I made her bath in the dirty water.  She smeared
the brown water all over her lovely breasts, pussy
and legs.  I made her sit in the dirty water until the
foul smelling stuff started to dry on her body
before I allowed her to wash the dirty water down
the drain.  Then I allowed her to take a bath and
clean up.

	I relished the amount of control I had over
her.  I knew that Irish woman she had brought
home.  I invited her to come to our house and
allowed her to watch my mother degrade herself as
she gratified any sexual demand I made on her.  I
even ordered my mother to service the redhead's
pussy while I fucked her from behind with a strap-
on.

	I found that so satisfying that I started
allowing other women to use my mother while I
directed the action.  Sometimes I put her in
restraints while other women ate my pussy in front
of her.  I loved having two nasty older women
sucking on my tits while a third woman ate my pussy.
I even got our social worker involved in the action.

	I was becoming a true dominatrix.  I dressed
the part, leather corsets that pushed up my breasts
to make them as large as possible, thigh high leather
high heeled boots.  I let my hair grow as long as
possible.  I only trimmed off the split ends.
Eventually my hair was so long that I could sit on it.
I even started getting tattoos that demonstrated
my position as a woman in charge.  There was a
tramp stamp on the small of my back and a female
red devil cutting the edge of my pubic hair.



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