Daughter Now Owns Me: Full Control - Sex Stories

Daughter Now Owns Me: Full Control

I trembled as I tried desperately to drink my coffee. Everything that happened last night felt like an absolute blur. The only things I can remember clearly are the feelings of great pain, and the taste of sweet pussy juice. Suddenly my daughter walks in wearing only a thin red thong that are buried in her enormous ass cheeks. Her bare breasts bounce with each step she takes toward the fridge. I don’t know how many times I’ve told her she can’t just walk around the house butt naked like that. “Gwen! Please put some more clothes on.” I ordered. She just laughed, “Oh no,you don’t tell me what to do anymore,” she reassured as she poured herself a cup of orange juice. “Excuse me?” I asked her growing frustrated. “You heard me.” She replied. She then took a big gulp of orange juice before placing it on the table. With her now free hands, she removed the thong she was wearing and placed it directly in my coffee mug. “Are you fucking kidding me right now!?”I scream. I stand up and attempt to slap my daughter before she grabs my arm and bends it behind my back. I squeal in pain as she applies pressure. “Are you fucking stupid? I own you now Stacy.” She said much to my confusion. “What are you- ahhhh quit it that hurts!” she lets go of my arm and knocks me down. Before I can get up she grabs me by the hair and pulls my face to hers. “Did you already forget last night?”She asked. I had no clue of what she was talking about until she yanked at my hair one more time. The familiarity of ...

... the pain suddenly jogged my memory. I remember I had a date with the best man I’d ever met and I failed him sexually. So out of pure spite for me, my Goddess of a daughter fucked him and his big cock right in front of me. I can’t explain why but I loved watching. It made me so horny that I fingered myself to an orgasm. “Wait…” I began, “so you…?” The taste of pussy juice was when my daughter squirted her heavy orgasm into my face,and I swallowed it. “Do you remember yet bitch? She asked ferociously. The sudden realization left me in an emotional trance, all I could do was nod. “Good,” she said “so now as long as you stop acting like you're in charge of me, we will get along fine, okay?” I nodded again. “Fantastic,” she said with a devilish grin. Still holding my hair she reached out and grabbed the cup of coffee she had dropped her panties in. “Now drink up.” I look at her disgusted “No fuckin-” I couldn’t even finish my sentence before being kneed in the face. My head fell backward as I groaned in agony as a clenched my palms against my face. After a few moments she grabs me by the hair again and lifts me up. “Now unless you want that to happen again…” before she finished her sentence she reached two fingers up her pussy. I could hear her breathing small sighs of pleasure. She pulled out her fingers and revealed they were drenched. She then stirred her fingers into the coffee with the panties in them. “...you better drink up.” She hands me the cup, and out of pure fear, I ...