Date: Mon, 26 Jul 2021 17:42:53 +0000 From: Helen Adams Subject: Dom Daughter This short story features incest and a dom/sub situation between an adult daughter and her mother. Comments and feedback are very much welcomed at allseeingpigeon@outlook.com Please, if you can, donate to http://donate.nifty.org/ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- I gave my naked mother a hard shove. She stumbled and fell face-down on the bed, turning to look up at me. I put my hand on her face and shoved it back toward the bed. Mum was 41. She had a soft, fat body, pillowy tits, and shoulder-length brunette hair that was perfect for grabbing. But right now I was focussed on her arse, because I was going to spank her raw. I was 23. We both had long, dark hair, and we were the same height -- but I was slim, with firm C cup breasts and a smoothly shaven pussy. I'd been fucking her for almost a year now, ever since a drunken New Year's Eve party at home had shown me how much of a needy, submissive slut she was. I ran both hands over Mum's round arse, digging my fingers into her flesh. Her skin reddened. I gave her a single hard slap, watching her cheeks jiggle. She tensed then relaxed. I spanked her again, and again, and before I knew it minutes had passed. No rhythm, so she couldn't anticipate the next slap. Her skin turned first pink and then red; she gasped with each spank, then yelped, then cried out. The sounds were music to my ears. My clit was throbbing, and I knew that if I slipped a finger inside my pussy right now, it would come out dripping. I yanked my mother's legs apart. She tried to wriggle away. "Hold still, bitch," I growled, getting a hand underneath her so I could roughly cup her cunt. My fingers squelched past her smooth lips and along the length of her crease. She was soaked. "You like it when I spank you," I said, pulling my hand out and climbing up on the bed. I got my other hand in her hair and tugged, pulling her head back so I could shove two of my wet fingers in her mouth. "Greedy slut. Taste how wet I've made you. One day I'm going to make you cum just by spanking you." The eagerness with which she sucked my fingers belied her reluctance. It was part of the act. She resisted... I pushed... we both got off. I finger-fucked her mouth, seeing how far I could push them down her throat before she gagged. I did it again and again, then finally pulled out. "Turn over." She was slow to comply. I spanked her red arse again to get her moving more quickly. She whimpered and rolled onto her back. I knelt between her spread legs and stared down at her, taking in the view. Those big, full tits sagged down to either side of her ribs, massive pink nipples standing proud and waiting to be pinched. I loved her fat belly. Her pussy was fully exposed to me, slick and glistening in the light. I positioned myself so that I could lower my own pussy onto hers. Her fat belly meant I couldn't make full contact; my throbbing clit rubbed wetly over her pubic mound as I settled into a good position, occasionally slipping lower. I ground against her. Fuck, that was good. Never mind Mum getting off on being spanked -- I began to wonder whether I could make myself cum just by doing it. "Mm," I moaned, still sliding and grinding. "I'm going to cum all over your fat, hungry pussy." I leaned forward and slapped her face, then circled her throat with one hand. Not choking -- not yet -- but letting her know with a soft squeeze that it was going to happen. I humped her mound and grabbed her tits with both hands, digging my nails in, leaving red crescents. I tugged her nipples, pulling them straight up, then slapped each extended breast. Mum yelped and carried on yelping with each sharp slap. I loved the sight of her pink skin. "Bitch," I hissed, slapping her face again. Another slap with the other hand. "Fucking bitch." God, she was so greedy for this, and I was so fucking ready to give it to her. I went for her throat again and lightly choked her, slapping her tit with my other hand. Her already pink face turned red. She made little gurgling noises, prying ineffectually at the hand on her throat. Her struggle was enough to tip me over the edge, and I came hard, feeling my pussy clench and convulse. I groaned, back arching, humping frantically against her as I squeezed her throat even harder. I let go. She drew a ragged, gasping breath. I was panting, my hips twitching and jerking as I came down off my powerful orgasm. Dominating my mother like this always made me a little crazy. I slapped her face again, but more gently this time. I smoothed my thumb over her cheek to wipe away some of the tears. "I bet you want to cum so bad right now," I said in a low, crooning voice, tracing a light hand over her throat. "Please," she rasped. "`Please let me cum. Please." "You're such a slut. Getting off on being dominated by your own daughter." I gripped her tits, gently tugging her nipples again. I moved back and then off the bed. "Get up." "What?" She seemed dazed, confused. "I said get up, bitch!" She rolled over and off the bed, slowly finding her feet. I pushed her over to the full-length mirror on the wall. "Look at yourself," I said in her ear. "Fuck, you're such a desperate slut. Covered in red marks. Rub your clit and get yourself off." Her hand went straight between her legs. She gasped as her fingers found her clit, and as she started to frig herself, her legs trembled. Yeah, she was close. I got up close behind her and wrapped my arms around her fat belly. She slumped against me, staring at our reflection, spreading her pussy lips apart with her other hand. I slapped her belly, enjoying the way she twitched and writhed against me. I grabbed her tit again, twisting and pulling her nipple, then plastered my other free hand over her mouth and nose. Mum whimpered and bucked against me. The wet, slick sounds of her fingers against her clit filled the room. She was trying to gasp for breath. She looked so fucking obscene. She squealed against my hand as she came. I moved my hand away from her mouth so I could grab her other tit, roughly mauling them as she rode out her orgasm. Her legs buckled. She landed hard on her knees. I knelt beside her, slung my arm around her shoulders, and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Love you," I said softly. "Come on. Let's get you in the shower."