Daughter Now Owns Me: Full Control - Sex Stories

Daughter Now Owns Me: Full Control

... drank from the cup. The combination of her sweet tasting pussy juice, the bitterness of the coffee, and the filth of her dirty panties created one of the foulest tastes I’ve ever experienced. “Now that we have everything worked out, I’m going out.” She grabbed a dress from her closet and and slipped it on over her naked body. “Where are you going? It’s 9 am?” I asked. “Don’t fucking worry about it,” she yelled, “I’ll be back whenever.” With that she slammed the door. There was a few moments of silence, tears were held back before I finally realized I needed to masterbate. I ran into my room and removed my robe and fiercely began fingering my pussy. I don’t know why but I was so ridiculously turned on that I couldn’t control myself. Soon, all I could think about was the coffee. The taste and the manner I was forced to drink it. Gwen’s sexy body and how much more superior it is to mine. My thoughts were inhabited only by the many beatings my own offspring had given me before I was met with a powerful orgasm. It was not long after when I finally realized what was wrong with me. Being dominated by my own daughter turns me on… I began to cry at this new found fetish. I can’t do this, it’s wrong, it’s disturbing, it’s… I couldn’t finish my thought before I realized that my hand was right back in my pussy. I can’t help it. My daughter, the girl I raised from infancy was beating me and forcing me to swallow her pussy wet, and that drove me crazy. It wasn’t until after my 5th ...

... orgasm did I realize that it was now 4 pm. “Oh shit!” I yelled aloud. I had been masterbating for six hours. I had miss work and everything. I run to my phone to see I have many missed calls, voicemails, and text messages from my boss as well as fellow employees wondering where I was. “FUCK!” I yelled. I can’t do this… I can’t let this happen. I can’t just let my daughter control me like this. I need to take a stand. I began racking my brain. I know for a fact I can’t fight her. What can I do then? After long thought for another hour I realized that there is nothing I can do. I can’t call anyone because they’d probably never believe me, and even if they did, I don’t want people knowing that I’m a nearly 40 year old woman being beaten and dominated by my 18 year old daughter. That’s humiliating. My brain began to hurt. Was this just my life now? Was I doomed to spend what remained of my life being held as inferior to my very own daughter? Will my sex life become only what my daughter allows it to be purely because she has a far more attractive body? These thoughts consumed my eyes as I felt my ears tear up and my pussy begin to grow wet. I hate myself. I hate myself for being inferior, what did I ever do to deserve the body of a 12 year old boy, and what did she do to become the perfect Goddess she had become? No. I can’t accept this. I have value, if I could just get one man, any man at all to want me, it would be enough. Of all the people on this planet, it is statistically ...