BriBunny vs. Amber “Little Miss Alpha” from Discord
BriBunny:
Dave rolled out of bed, still naked from the night before, and headed to the shower to clean himself up. I picked my phone up from the nightstand. Thanks to the cheap ass popsocket on the back of my phone, I’m hoping the camera was able to get just the right angle and record everything from last night. Even if it didn’t, as long as the microphone was working, that’s all that really mattered. I hit play on the video. I had been holding the phone out at about arm’s length with the camera pointed right back at me and Dave as our lips pressed together. “Mmmmm….. can I call you Daddy?” I moaned like a whore. Dave moaned back, “I always loved it when you called me daddy.” Dave wasn’t the best in bed. He came too quickly, but on the plus side, he had a big cock and he could cum multiple times, so it wasn’t a total waste. Besides… all I really wanted was the video. How many times do you get to record yourself having sex with someone who was almost your step father?
This all started four years ago. I was 18. In fact, I had just turned 18. My dad passed away when I was younger, and my mom never really got over it. Dad didn’t leave us anything, so we were poor, mom worked a lot of hours, and for several years, there were always different men coming over to the house on seemingly random nights, and almost never the same man. I mostly ignored it, but I couldn’t look at my mom the same way I had when I was little. Then she met Dave. He was nice enough it seemed. He actually treated my mom well. He was about average height, a little overweight, but he was still more attractive than most of the men my mom brought home. At first it was dating, then he moved in, and then when I turned 17, he and mom got engaged, but that’s also when everything started to change. I noticed him looking at me differently. He would hold me for too long when we hugged and sometimes when we were alone he would try to kiss me on the cheek. I didn’t like it, and I told mom. She didn’t care…
“You’re just making this up.” Or, “You’re just jealous!” Or my personal favorite, “You just don’t want me to be happy.”
Whatever class mom might have had, it had disappeared a long time ago, and the fact that she wouldn’t listen to me while this man in my house made me feel like he might sexually assault me at any time made me furious. It was almost a year of this shit until finally, on my 18th birthday, it all came to a head. Dave had too much to drink. I had friends over because mom had thrown me a party, and at one point I had gone back inside, and I didn’t realize Dave followed me. He trapped me against the wall saying he wanted to give me my present, by which he meant his cock. He thrust his hips against me and rubbed his cock between my legs, and before I could scream he leaned in and put his mouth on me. I bit his lip, and he screamed. Mom came running in and screamed. She wanted to know what the fuck was going on. I told her the truth. Dave told her a lie. He said I came on to him. He said he tried to pull back, and when he did, I bit him. Mom… not surprisingly…. believed him. And I LOST IT.
I started screaming at her telling her she was engaged to a fucking sexual predator. She screamed back that I was a lying, horny cunt who wanted what I couldn’t have. We actually tried to attack each other, but my friends pulled us apart and pushed me towards the door. My friends were telling me to leave, mostly because they had been telling me to leave for months now, and I finally listened. I stood in the door though, looking at Dave and Mom, and I screamed right at mom. “FUCK YOU, YOU CUNT!!! I’M YOUR ONLY FUCKING DAUGHTER AND HES A FUCKING PREDATOR, AND YOU THINK I WANT TO FUCK HIM??? IF I WANTED TO FUCK HIM, LOSER, I’D ALREADY HAVE HAD HIS COCK DEEP INSIDE ME!” I slammed the door and got into my car and drove. I haven’t seen mom since. I haven’t even talked to her. I hadn’t seen Dave since either until last night, but I’m glad I did. …
I wasn’t even sure it was him at first. I had moved a few states over, so I didn’t expect to run into anyone I knew from my past, but he recognized me immediately. He asked me if I’d join him at the bar, and I did, and he told me everything. He said mom and him broke up shortly after my birthday, and she’s never gotten over it. He said he’s tried to change his life, but it’s been hard. I almost felt bad, because he was being really honest, and I’ll could think about was how I was going to use him, and that’s exactly what I did. I lied about that day. I told him I had thought about it. That I wanted him, but I felt bad for mom. I kissed his neck and got more beer in him, and then I brought him home to my place. I set up the phone while he got undressed, and as he started to fuck me, it was like he was in a Catholic confessional booth. “You tried to fuck me when I was 18 at my birthday party, didn’t you?” “UHNNNNN YESSSS” his cock was thrusting in and out of me as he said it. “You used to imagine me when you were fucking mom, didn’t you?” “UHNNNNNN ALL THE TIME…” I turned at that one to look at the camera and I smiled, and then I lifted up my hand to give the camera the middle finger. “You used to think about me and want to touch me…” He just couldn’t stop himself from admitting everything…. it was perfect… I couldn’t have planned it better… and now that the morning was here and I was finally alone while he showed, I took my phone, brought up mom’s name in my Messages app, and attached the video and added a simple message: “I told you, you stupid cunt.” I could feel my pussy tighten as I hit send, and as the large video file began to process and be sent out across the internet, I closed my eyes, leaned back, and slid two fingers inside myself and began to rub.
Amber “Little Miss Alpha”:
I loved your father. I loved him from the first moment I met him. From the first time he smiled at me in class. Afterall, he was so handsome. So strong and young. The quarterback of our high school football team. The best batter on the baseball team. The kinda student the teachers would try to set their daughters up with. The kind of man that all the girls wanted and chased, but he chose me.
And in that choosin’, he made me. Took me from one of the also rans in school, with a pair of ratty-haired friends sitting at a lonely table in the cafeteria, to the most popular girl in school. The prom queen. The homecoming queen. The everything queen, all because I was with him.
I felt so beautiful. So strong and confident. Your father, he, changed my entire life, and the way I saw myself. Because with him by my side, I knew I could do anything.
And so when his dreams of playing pro ball faded, and his hairline receded, I still loved and supported him. No we didn’t have the money he promised me, or the white picket fence and big backyard he had promised, but I didn’t need any of that. I had him. The man who chose me out of all others, and raised me up when I was worth the time.
When he got sick, I went to his every doctor’s visit. And held his hand as slowly he got weaker and weaker. I thought he could lick it. Thought he could fight it. But in the end, he left us. Mother and daughter. Without life insurance or even a final check. Nothing but debt, doubt, and two broken hearts.
That’s when I started drinking to kill the pain — to hide it away from you and the world. After all, you were too young to understand what was in store for us. No, you were just my sweet little girl, and I was going to find a way to get us back on track, once I had dealt with my grief.
I expected that day would come and that when it did, the clouds would clear. They would part, and the sun would come out. The rain would stop. And we could make our new lives without your father to guide us. To pull us along with his big, strong hands.
But the more I drank, waitin’ — hopin’ for that day, it never came. Things just got worse. The electricity was turned off. The water and the sewage too. You asked me why, and as I would pour another glass, I would smile at you, with tears in my eyes, and say. Because daddy ain’t here to make it right.
In that hole I wallowed, until one day, after walking you to the bus stop, I was stopped by a man. The pastor of our local church. He had known your father before he passed. And because of that, he knew me and you. He said he wanted to do right by us. And so he took me to the bank. Got out some money, and like a miracle made real, he set our lives right. Turning the lights back on. Making the water run again. He even bought you a new wardrobe, so you could go to school without holes in your clothes.
I was so blessed that day. So happy. And all he asked was that I came back to his church, and follow the lord. And so I did. Taking up the good book for the first time in my life. Lettin’ him point out passages he knew would speak to me and having me repeat them with him as he smiled softly.
Then, after all of that grace, he asked only one thing. That I would help him purge his demons. That I would help him not stray from the lord by wanting the women of his congregation. And so I did. Happily. Letting him use my body to cleanse his darker desires — knowing, as he told me, I was helping him do the Lord’s work.
That went on for years, until finally, he told me I was too old to help him and he let me go. Cutting off his monies and favors. No more clothes or covered bills.
With him gone, and knowing no other way, I found myself turning to whatever men I could find to help me. To help us make it. And so came a long list of hardworking generous men. Who visited me and then left our lives. One after another. And though they would inevitably go back to their wives, or lives, I appreciated what they gave us. How they helped me keep you fed and warm.
But then came Dave. He wasn’t a good man. Or a rich man. But he wanted to stay. With me, with us. And I finally felt secure again.
Until you, my sweet little girl, matured. And when you did, you set your sights on him. Watching him love on me when we were together. Glaring at me, when I sat in his lap. You were jealous. You were bedeviled. The demons that pastor told me about having infected you. But I didn’t see it, not in full, until I caught you trying to seduce him.
Until you finally showed me the little monster you had become. And Dave. Dave was so mad he left me. Not that day, but a few after.
That’s when you left. Our house and me. Moving out and turning your back on all I had done to raise you. Your soul and mine not touchin’ until after what felt like so long you messaged me a video. Telling me how you had finally gotten Dave to sleep with you. To fuck your young little pussy so you could throw it my face.
Well I am coming baby girl. To hurt you just like you hurt me and to take Dave back. To show you that you are half the woman I am, even with your tight little body.
My knuckles rapping at your door as I wait for you to answer. Not even bothering to reply to your message, even if the challenge made clear in it made me shift and adjust in my car seat on the way over. A wetness seeping into my panties as I thought about what I would do to you when finally we’re face to face again, daughter.
Bri:
Dave is sitting at the foot of my bed trying to make small talk. I think he wants permission to leave, but seeing just how awkward he feels about what we did last night and everything that he said last night is making toying with him so much fun. I start to ask him things like, “Aren’t you going to make me breakfast, daddy? What about pancakes and strawberries like you used to make?” Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door. Not a soft knock, but something louder. It’s enough to startle both of us. “Are you expecting someone?”, he asks, and the answer is no. I did just send you the video like 30 minutes ago now, but as far as I know, you’re still several states over. So, when I open the door and see you standing there, there’s a moment of utter shock…. which quickly turns into a moment of utter anger.
“What the fuck are you doing here!” I shout.
“What the FUCK are YOU TWO doing here TOGETHER!” you shout back, and then in a flash, our hands are up in each other’s hair.
“GET OUT OF MY PLACE WHORE!!!” I scream as I twist my fingers into your hair and shove your head back.
“STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY MAN!!!”
“HE’S NOT YOUR FUCKING MAN, YOU GODDAMN WHORE!!!”
“HE WAS UNTIL YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!!!”
Dave quickly runs over and comes between us, grabbing our arms from each other’s hair and separating us. “STOP IT! BOTH OF YOU! AMBER, WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING HERE!!!”
“THE BITCH SENT ME A VIDEO OF YOU TWO LAST NIGHT!!! AND I HEARD EVERYTHING!!!”
He looked at me in shock, “YOU DID WHAT?!?!?”
“DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT YOU FUCKING PERVERT!” I shouted back!
“HE AIN’T NO PERVERT, YOU WHORE!” came mom’s reply, and she pulled one hand back and SLAPPED me hard across the face. He was so in shock he had stopped holding us back, and I was able to swing my arm back across my body as it snapped to the side and bitch slap you across the face.
“Don’t you ever TOUCH ME AGAIN WHORE!” I screamed as I held my face, and then I lunged at you, driving my body into yours, leading with my chest as my hands curled up behind you and grab your hair, trying to pull your head back into the hard wood door as it shuts behind you with the impact of our bodies… “I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU MOM!!!” I scream into your face as Dave back away, our bodies blocking the only exit, and he watches me shove my body into yours with your head pulled back against the door, and he moans, “You whores deserve each other….”
Amber:
We argued more and more, the older you got. Your burgeoning body and Dave’s attention only being the final match that set our relationship aflame. But in our separation and absence, our issues only festered and fermented. Each of us dwelling on the other more than our own lives and whatever brightness we could find.
And so as soon as you open the door, we are at each other. Yelling. Screaming. And grabbing at each other. Desperate, though neither of us could admit it, to consume she who plagues us.
And though Dave tries to stop us, rushing over and pulling us apart. He does nothing but give me the room to slap you hard across the face and then, even as you suffer the sting of that slap, to give me the same.
Two echoing blows of palms and anger-reddened cheeks that ring out, just before you charge at me. Slamming your body and breasts into mine. My soft blue sun dress flattening to my body just as you do the same. Pinning me to the door of your trashy little home as I kick off my scuffed and withered white heels. Knowing they will only get in the way of the struggle that is to come.
A struggle that is waged not in any wild strikes or blows, but in that moment, as Dave snipes at us, with each of us grabbing the deepest hold we can of each other and then pressing our bodies together. Foreheads sealing and nose-tips dueling, as you glare and threaten to kill me.
“I BROUGHT YOU INTO THIS WORLD, YOU VIPEROUS LITTLE BITCH, AND I CAN TAKE YOU OUT OF IT!” Is my reply, and every word we exchange comes with a spray of let loose spittle, as neither of us gives in to or even hears our familial ties calling for us to calm and forgive.
No, in fact, the only voices that drive me, beckon me to drive into you with all of my strength. Looking to push us away from the door and back into the center of your entryway. Not so we can separate, but instead so that I have the room to smother out your little flame in front of the man who was to have become your father.
Bri:
“I brought you into this world and I can take you out of it” — a line said in jest many times, now with a sting of realism and threat to it. I didn’t always hate you. When I was younger, I knew you were trying your best. I knew you were doing whatever you could, and that included fucking our local pastor. You two tried to keep it a secret, but there were always rumors. The fact that you could never really make things work always bothered me and always left me a little disappointed in you, but it wasn’t until Dave… until you let this asshole into our home and believed him over your own daughter… that I really started to hate you, and by now, even with years of having seen each other between us.. I don’t just hate you.. I despise you.
“TRY IT!!! TRY IT YOU FUCKING WHORE!!!” I scream in response, and you plant your foot on the door and start to push me back into the house, but instead you push me right back into Dave, and that’s when I feel his hard cock erect and pushing against my barely covered ass. I didn’t even get bothered getting fully dressed. I’m still in the bra and panties that I wore last night.. a cute little pink lace set. I picked them up off the floor and slide them on while Dave showered, and he was wearing only his boxers and black t-shirt when you came bursting through the door. But now we stumble into him, and I feel his hands go to my hips as his cock tip presses up against my ass and dents the back of my panties. “FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!” I shout, slamming my ass back into his cock, but it gives you the opening to slap me hard across the face. “UGHNNN!!! BITCH!!!”
I grab your hair with both hands, and I twist hard to my left. We go stumbling away from Dave, who now has the chance to leave but would rather stay and watch the show, and we crash into the wall next to the book shelf. “UGHHH!!! I scream, and my right hand drops from your hair to the back of your neck, and I stab my nails into to make you scream just as I spit into your ugly face.
Amber:
With my heels off, and my bare foot planted, I drive into you. Our breasts, which were already bearing the pressure of our compression flattening even more, spilling out to our sides, until finally you give and back peddle. A final palm-to-shoulders shove sending you back into Dave, as he stands watching. His body bringing a sudden and awkward stop for some reasons I can see and others I cannot.
But regardless of the hard dick I cannot see, I can tell Dave is going to stay. Going to watch as I teach you a much needed lesson. A fact that makes me smile wickedly, until that expression is wiped off my face by a hard and vicious slap that makes me yelp. Your hands then moving to my hair and neck, just as you spit in my face. Your saliva, still tasting like Dave’s cum, hitting my lips and flying into my mouth as I scream at you. “EEEEEEIIIIIIIIIEEEEE!!!!”
A shrill, near glass-shattering sound that escapes my lips, just as my hands reach for your bra, and then yank it down. My half-wrinkled fingers latching onto your young tits and then digging in nail-first before dragging down. “When I am done with you, Dave will never want to touch you again!!”
My voice carrying throughout your house as Dave moves back to a nearby armchair and sets himself to watching us fight. For him, according to his ego, though our battle is about so much more than that. It instead being a maelstrom of maternity, malady, and all else that sets mothers and daughters apart. And in that eye of storm, we grab, pull, push, and stumble. Our feet and legs tangling as we try to inflict all that we feel the other deserves.
Bri:
As I pull your hair back with one hand and dig my nails into your neck with the other, it elicits just the scream that I was hoping for. My spit runs down from your eyes and towards your nose, stopping at your lips as you scream in pain, and the scream just makes me smirk. But your hands come up and grab my breasts. You pull down on my bra and dig your nails into my my chest as you squeeze and then drag down. “AAAEEIIIII!!!!!” It’s like hot lines are being drawn down my skin by this cruel invader who has the face and body of my mother but intention no mother should ever have for her daughter.
You push off the wall and twist us hard. My ass slams into the side of the sofa, and I go toppling down onto my back with you coming down on top of me. Your hands are clenched into my breasts as you scream about Dave never wanting to touch me again, and I scream back at you, “HE ALREADY DOESN’T WANT TO TOUCH YOU WHORE!!! NO MAN DOESSS!!! I need to get your hands off my chest, and I have two choices: grab your wrist or make you hurt…. and I go for the latter. My hands grab for your face, I curl my nails in and press, but I’m not squeezing. I’m more focused on turning us. I’m trying to get you off me and get your back to against the couch so I can trap you there. I try to push your head against the cushions as I scream and take my right hand from your face, grab the left strap of your dress, and PULLL down, trying to rip it and begin to strip you since you’re such a classless whore that you would strip your own daughter and maul her bare tits..
“FUCK YOU YOU WORTHLESS CUNT!!! I HATE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH !!! YOU’RE NOT MY MOM!!! YOU’RE JUST A CHEAP WHORE!!!”
Amber:
On your birth certificate, it says my name. On my fridge, I still have little pieces of art you made me when you were 5 and 6. In my bedroom, I still have a picture of you and I at the church park smiling and playing. And yet now, so many years passed those familial moments, we are nothing but enemies. Nothing but rivals. The thought that you are my daughter barely even registering as I work to ruin your tits with my poverty broken and jagged nails.
Not in once ling drag, but in a series of them — my fingers returning to the top of your beautiful breasts whenever they have reach their bottom. It is cruel. It is heartless. But I spent my entire life trying to protect you. Selling my soul and my body to raise you and as soon as you reach the age of adulthood you betray me.
Trying to steal a man from me, that I had connected with only so that I could keep a roof over your head. Lying about him and calling him a predator, when I knew it was you who should bear that title.
A conniving little bitch. A jealous little whore who I slam into and then onto the couch. My legs then propelling me onto you as we struggle and writhe for position. My gripping hands and digging nails never ceasing their attack, even as you focus your efforts on bending my body and putting me beneath you. Your own neatly kept claws used to direct me down and into the cushion. My back pressing against the the same of the couch, leaving me in a seated position, just before you mount my thighs.
It is then, when I am underneath you, that you grab the straps to my Goodwill-acquired dress and yank it down. My braless tits coming free, as you yank the blue fabric down to my waist. My hands only then releasing from your tits to try to push you away and off of me, but it is too late. Something I realize only as you scream at me. Your spittle once more coating my face as your cruel new assault begins.
Bri:
As I push onto your face with you atop me, trying to twist you into the back of the sofa and then maybe roll on top, you start to sit up, and we end up sitting up across from Dave, who is sitting in the armchair watching this all unfold. My left hand is pushing on your face. My right hand is pulling down on the side of your dress as it starts to rip. FINALLY, your hands release my tits, which are a goddamn mess from the way you scratched down them over and over and over, and the pain makes me scream at you, letting out my inner banshee as I scream at you, and it seems to freeze you. You stop attacking for a moment, and I thrust myself into you. My left hand pushes back on your face, my palm going under your chin and pushing up to bend your head back to the back of the sofa, while my right hand jams into your side.
I feel your body in my fingers. I spent so many years pressed up against this body when we slept, not because you were particularly fond of co-sleeping but because we couldn’t afford a place with two bedrooms. My nails curl into that body… into your ribs… when we were really poor and hungry you would make sure I had food first, so I remember feeling your ribs and how skinny you felt around them… but you’re plumper now…. you must have gotten better at sucking cock so you can afford to stuff your face more, and I dig my nails in. I rake down the side of your body with my nails feeling for the gaps between your ribs and then digging in. My breasts are aching… probably bleeding, but I push myself into you and with my left hand I push on your chin to your right, forcing your head to the side, and I pull my lips to your mouth.
“I hate you…. I FUCKING HATE YOUUUUUUUU!!!!! GET OUT OF MY LIFE FOREEEEVVVVEEERR!!!!” and then I lower my head and sink my teeth down into your shoulder as I scream in frustration and anger through my teeth that are locked tight into your skin.
Amber:
Seated on the couch, between your legs, you scream at me with your lips and your eyes. Your every manner of expression telling me how much you hate and how long you have waited to hurt me. But it is not that which stills my hands. Not a sudden discovery of mercy, or a moment spent thinking twice. No. It is the glimpse I catch, as we sit up from our sides, of Dave across the room from us with his cock out. His two hands working — one to hold and the other to stroke as he watches us with a bit lip.
He wants this. To see us fight. Mother and daughter. Two lovers of his tearing each other apart, in his mind, because we have both had his cock inside of us. Both tasted his seed and wanted more.
The sight should horrify me. Wake me from my rage-filled stupor, and push me into begging you to be my loving daughter once more. But instead, it does something else. Does something that my life has ingrained in me.
Pleasing men is how I’ve made it. How I have lived. It kept you fed and clothed, me safe and off the streets. And so when I see Dave pleasing himself to the sight of us fighting, I growl hungrily. A growl you angle away, with a pushing hand. Bending my neck and then biting me, just as your claws dig into my side and drag. At the simultaneous attacks I scream in pain “AAAHHHIIIEEEHHH”
My hands then reaching for something, anything to pull or push, and they land on your panties which I yank hard. Pulling them not down, but up and into the crack of your ass and the split lips of your pussy until the fabric in my hands strains. Until the fabric thins. Until that fabric tears in a snap.
That move might have hurt, might have caused you some amount of dismay, but it wasn’t nearly enough to make you release your bite. And so between your legs my right hand fires. My fingers on that hand grabbing at and then pinching the beginning of your sacred lips before wrenching hard to the right and then to the left. An attack I hope breaks your bite and maybe even your mount, each of which I linger in. My lips letting out small whimpers of pain as your teeth and dagger-sharp nails dig deeper and deeper into my flesh.
Bri:
I might be doing everything that I can to forget that you are my mom because if I could I’d erase you from my goddamn memory, but it’s so hard when you look, smell, and even taste like the woman I’ve known my whole life . As I bite into you, you reach down and grab my thong and yank it up… “AWWWWW FUUUUCCKKKK WHORREE!!!!” I lose the bite for a moment, but then I sink my teeth back down into your skin as I scream and the fabric pulls up inside of me. It’s sweet relief when it finally breaks free, but the pain is quickly followed by your hand sinking your finger in between my legs. Your nails press into my lips, and my eyes go wide, and
“GGAAAHAHHHHH CUNNTT!!!” My head flies back, and then my whole body starts to fly backward. I start to fall off your legs with your nails scratch at my wet slit, but I hold onto your head as I fall, and so I don’t fall straight backwards, but on my side, and I pull your head down from the couch, pulling you with me to the ground and we both crash side by side at Dave’s feet, as he’s now standing from the recliner he walked to just moments ago, with his cock out and his hand stroking. I jerk your hair for leverage and I pull myself onto you. But you grab my hair and yank it to the side and keep the roll going.
“FUCKING WHORE!” I scream…
“YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!” you scream back…
Finally I roll on top of you, pulling my knees into your hips to try and keep you on your back, and I reach down with both hands inside your torn dress. I push down on your tits, flattening them to your chest as I start to push my arm up, and Dave is right there. I lift my head and lick my tongue over his cockhead, and then I tear my nails down your chest, hooking under your bra and tearing down until I have your nipples in my palms and my nails just CLENCH AND SQUEEZE .. and I just can’t help myself. He steps forward more until he’s standing over your head, and I start to SUCK HIM HARD while I CLAW your fat tits.
Amber:
I wrench at your pussy. The same pussy that you wanted to fill with Dave’s cock that day I caught you. The same pussy you offered him in a moment where he was weak. A pussy he took and one I use to get you off of me. Your reaction to my grip finally being a release of your bite and clawing. But not only that, as instead, in an effort to get away from me you begin falling back off the couch, pulling me with you.
On that dirty carpet of yours we crash and then roll. Up and over, back and forth, until finally you pin me beneath you. I would fight you. Battle to get you off of me. But just as I might, Dave arrives. His bare legs stepping on either side of my head, just above my shoulders as he offers you his dick.
A dick you take like the little whore you are. Bringing him into your mouth as I scream at you. “DON’T YOU TOUCH HIM! THAT’S MY COCK, YOU LITTLE SL-AAArrRRrggggggGGGg!” My demand for you to release him ending when you pull down my bra, and then grab a hold of my tits with your claws. Doing just what I did to you mere minutes before. Your nails causing me so much pain, I close my eyes, bend my neck back, and scream out in pain.
“MMmm, take her panties off, Bri….” Dave coos to you, making it clear, at that moment, he is on your side and ready to punish me for my decision to try and tear you apart. yt
Bri:
I suck on his cock. I pump it in my mouth with my lips. I wrap my tongue around it and lick over his head every chance I get… and then I hear his command. I smile… and I pull my lips back. My right hand leaves your breast and I reach up and grab his cock at the base and bring it to my lips. “You don’t give the orders here, fucker.” And just as I say it, I lean my lips forward and I bite down into his cockhead, and but as he tries to pull back, I grip his cock tight. “You’re not going anywhere, asshole,” and I can feel him throbbing in my grip. I start to pump his cock with my right hand, pumping it faster and faster as I push the cockhead down and aim it straight at your face..
“UUUUNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGG….” he moans loudly, and his first load of the morning sprays from his cock down onto your face as my left hand clenches on your tit and twists.
“THERE YOU GO WHORE… YOU WANT HIS CUM SO FUCKING BADLY YOU REFUSE TO BELIEVE YOUR OWN DAUGHTER!!! FUCK YOU!!!”
I pull my right hand from his cock and raise it high, and then I slap your cumm soaked fast as hard as I can… “FUCKKK!!!!!”
My hand pulls back for another slap… “YOUUUU!!!!!”
I’ve never felt more betrayed by anyone in my whole life. You were supposed to love me and protect me, but instead you chose this asshole and his fucking cock. You’re the worst kind of person… you’re a bad mother… an awful mother… you’re not even evil… you’re just a shitty fucking human being and frankly this world would be better with you.
“You want to see her pussy? Is that it… fine… come here! Look at her fucking pussy.”
I take my right hand and I lean backwards. To prop myself up, I reach back and grab onto your thong, and I PUULLLLLLLLLLL, yanking your thong up into your nasty, old cunt and pulling hard until the cheap, second-hand thong tears inside your cunt. Dave moves between your legs as you scream, and he pushes his wet, soft cockhead against your sore, red, aching cunt.
Amber:
Again and again your nails drag down my tits. Clawing the same cavernous red ravines into them as I dug into yours. Until finally, the pain stops, at least on one side of my chest, as your left hand lifts to Dave’s cock. Grabbing it and keeping him close and compliant. Using it to pump once, twice, a third time, each harder than the last, until finally, you aim it down and into my face, and when you do he cums. His semen shooting into my eyes just as they open, my nose just as it fights to get air, and mouth as it looks to yell at you enraged.
Each seeping squirt causing me to cough, gag, and squirm beneath you, just as you call Dave over to fuck me. His large, hairy frame dropping between my legs, and his cock slipping between my swollen red pussy lips.
At his entrance I moan, and shiver. His being a cock I have missed for oh so long. And though I could stay there, letting him fuck me. Letting you watch me writhe beneath you. I instead lean up and into you, before grabbing your hair. Then, with that grasp, I yank you all the way down and into my lap, even as Dave continues to fuck me.
“You will regret EVER touching him!” I growl in your face, just prior to my teeth biting down on your lower lip. Then, as I gnaw, I drive my right shoulder into you and turn us into a roll. Throwing you on your back and mounting you in the missionary position, just as Dave deftly pulls out of me, and as you lay under me, enters you. Dipping his falice into mother and then daughter. Top and then bottom. The more mature and the lesser, as I keep to my bite and continue yanking at your beautiful blonde hair.
Our scratched and wounded tits compressing between us, as blood runs and congeals together on the surface of our warring breasts.
Bri:
“Mmmmm that’s it… fuck this whore… fuck this whore’s pussy” I moan as I look down into your cum soaked face and see it reddening from the hard slaps I gave you. I can see the look on your face as Dave enters you. “Did you miss him you fucking cunt? Did you miss this asshole’s cock that he was thinking about shoving into my pussy every time he was with you?”
Just then you lean up and grab me, and you pull me down into you. Our lips press, but we don’t kiss, instead you bite into my lips. “AAAAARRGHHHHH FUCKKK!!!!” You twist hard, and suddenly I’m the one on my back with you on top of me. Dave already pulled back as you started to turn, and before I can even process it all, you’re biting my lip, pulling my hair, and Dave is forcing his cock inside me, and he’s already getting hard again…. fucker might cum quick… but that doesn’t stop him from fucking….
“UGHNNNN FUCK…. AWWWW… FUCKING ASSHOLE…” My words don’t sound that good though. They’re all slurred because of the bite in my lip and the pain in my breasts as you press down into me. My hands reach down, and I grab your ass… I sink my nails in and I scratch up your ass, leaving 10 lines on your skin, before grabbing your cheeks again, and I spread you out…. I scrape my nails into your crack and then pull to the side… trying to cover every inch of your ass in scratches as I grab your hair with both hands and rip your head back. Blood drips from your lips as your head pulls away, and I yank your head to the side hard. Dave pulls out of me as I roll you over onto your freshly scratches ass, and with both hands hoping your hair, I lift your head up and start to smack it back into dirty carpet.
“FUCK! YOU! MOM!!!!! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO PROTECT ME!!! FUCK YOU WHORE!!!!”
And I feel Dave’s cock pressing against us… trying to find a way into one of us… he doesn’t care whomm… he’s just here to fuck.
Amber:
Though I can barely see with Dave’s cum in my eyes. Speak with his cum in the back of my throat. Or even recover from either with your cruel, hateful slap, I find a way to lift, grab and roll us. Throwing you on your back and then mounting you like the slut you are.
A small whimper escaping my lips as Dave’s dick leaves my sweltering wet pussy, only to growl with jealousy as he enters you. Combining our juices as the sweetest of coatings as he takes pleasure in our battle of mother vs. daughter.
Still, even without his dick inside of me, in fact motivated by its absence, I keep biting on your lower lip until I can taste your blood mixing with Dave’s cum. It is a taste I cannot savor, however, as before I can you dig your nails into my ass and claw hard. Claw deep. And cause me to scream out in pain, as I release my bite and arch my back.
It is then, with that created space, that you drive up and into me. Rolling us again, as my wounded and bleeding ass cheeks smack against your filthy carpet floor. There you scream at me about protecting you, and when you do I scream back.
“THAT’S ALL I HAVE EVER DONE IS PROTECT YOU! MY WHOLE LIFE HAS BEEN NOTHING BECAUSE I SPENT EVERY OUNCE OF SELF RESPECT AND DIGNITY PROTECTING YOU!!!” Your words hurt, but my reply hurts even more. More than my savaged ass or clawed chest.
And yet still, when Dave comes to us again. Still on his knees trying to enter one of our writhing lower halves, I catch him. Not in me, but between us. My efforts spent fighting from beneath with my hips to keep him trapped there. Not willing to let him enter you, though in the process I deny myself. His cock instead sliding in small fractionated movements against the entrance of our pussy lips and our aching clits. It feels good. It feel incredible. And as I fight to maintain that half-satisfying stalemate in place, I move my hands to your sides, dig my claws in and then drag.
Bri:
“YOU’RE A MISERABLE, LYING CUNT!!!” I scream at the top of my lungs as you try to spout this shit about protecting me…
“YOU ONLY EVER CARED ABOUT YOURSELF YOU CHEAP WHORE!!!!”
But as we scream at each other, Dave’s cock rubs between our legs and our pussies, not yet finding a home, and feeling that much man rubbing against my lips is such an intoxicating feel that I moan out loudly like a whore… but that moan turns into a scream as your nails dig into my side and start to drag down, tearing at my sides and ribs like I did to you. “WHHOOOREEE FUCKING WHORRREE AAARRRGHHHHH…”
I scream, and my focus on keep his cock from getting inside you disappears. He thrusts inside you as you claw me, and he starts to fuck you hard. Your breasts drive into mine as he thrusts against you, my almost step-father fucking my mother on top of me as I scream in protest…
“GEET OFFF MEEE!!! GEEETTT OFF ME YOU FUCKING SLUTT!!!!!! GEETT OFFFFF!!!!
But he’s leaning over us so he can thrust in deeper, and you’re not moving. I feel trapped, and so I just wrap my arms around you with your dress down down and hanging at your waist and your bra stretched out and barely hanging on, and I dig my nails into your back. I dig them in HARD…. I can feel my nails pressing in and breaking your skin, and I start to PULLLLLLLLL DOWNNNNNNNN… straight lines… right down your back… my own mother’s skin pulling under my nails as DAVE fucks you, and I scream… “WAS HIS COCK WORTH IT, MOM!!! WAS IT WORTH BETRAYING YOUR ONLY DAUGHTER!!!!!” as your head drops from the pain and pleasure, I lift my head up and I BITE DOWN into your chin…. hard… fucking HARDDDD, and I clamp down… growling in pain as your nails dig into my sides and tear at my skin while Dave groans LOUDLY and then starts to fill your pussy with his cum again after all these years.
Amber:
My hips thrust again and again. Yes to keep Dave from you, but also to feel the pleasure and the taboo of for a moment sharing him. Each of us using our womanhoods to keep him trapped while also pleasuring ourselves with the same effort. It is nasty. It is dirty. It is WRONG. And yet it is too late for both of us. Too late to pull back or to cleanse ourselves of this sin. And so we fuck his cock, on either side. Until finally, he is able to escape our little war and pulls free. It is then, as he tries to get back into position to aim and thrust that we roll in front of him. Once and then again. Up and then over. Back and forth, until finally I am on top of you again. Making sure that all the while, when I wasn’t pushing or pulling, I was dragging my nails into your sides.
A favor you return, when finally I have you on your back. Your own claws digging into my back and then clawing down as Dave with one hard thrust enters me. His dick pounding in and out of me, as I move my hands to your hair and pull so close to you that our bloody, cum-covered lips brush with every word.
You begging me to get off you as you ask if he was worth it. Claiming I betrayed you. And to all of that I respond simply. “Yes….” My tongue coming out from my mouth and licking a newly shed tear from your cheek. My answer a mix of unheard pleas, unbelieved victimizations, and adrenaline fueled lust.
Dave’s cock pulling free just as I slam my mound down yours below. Dave’s semen dripping from my pussy into yours all the while.
“Come on bit–AAarrrrrrGGHGGHGGHIIIIIEEEE!!!” I taunt you, thinking you are finished. Thinking you have given in. But instead you bite my chin so hard I scream out, blood let loose in a trickle before I can even process what had just happened. Your body firing up into mine, and throwing me off of you to my back on the floor once more.
Bri:
You’re on me, smacking your pussy down into mine… my almost step-father’s cum leaking down from your pussy into mine, while my arms are around you and TEARING DOWN YOUR BACK… I’m just screaming out as I tear at you, and your answer…”YES” lights a fire in me that has my leaning up to bite into your fucking face. I catch your chin and bite HARD!
Almost immediately I feel the skin break on your chin, and I taste the copper on my lips. I fire my hips up into yours, and I smack your cumm filled cunt with mine and then bridge, and then I roll you off and get on top of you. I grab your breasts in my hands again. This time I sink my nails into your areolas and I SQUEEZZEEE… digging my nails in and twisting your fat, old tits… “FUCK YOU WHORE…..” I push down on your tits to force your freshly cut and mauled back down into the carpet, and between that and your ass your whole backside must be on fire.
Off behind us Dave is down on his ass…. cumming like that so quickly is taking it out of him, but he’s still watching us and rubbing his cock, getting it nice and hard for whatever comes next.
“YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A CHEAP WHORE!!! YOU DON’T DESERVE TO BE MY MOTHER, YOU CUNT!!!” I scream and then… i SHEER ANGER… I pick my nails up from your bleeding breasts, and I latch them onto your face…
“No one is ever going to look at you AGAIN, BEAUTY QUEEN!!!” I scream and I push my nails into your temples and start to track down the side of your face. My nails push in and drag to your cheeks and start to tear down the soft skin…. “I WILL RUIN YOU!!!!!” I scream down into my own mother’s face as Dave rubs his cock behind us, and my nails pull all the way down to your jaw.
Amber:
We are each bloody. Each savaged. Each ruined, already. But when you bite my chin, you leave the first mark one of us won’t be able to hide. Your teeth biting past the first, second and final layer of flesh before earning a red seep from beneath. All of that too painful to stand. Too painful to endure. Too painful to keep focused on keep my top position, and so with one, quick and hard firing off of hips you sending me off of you and to the floor.
It is there, as I try to reach for my chin, that you chase after me. Straddling me once again, as you use your hands to not only rewound my already aching, bleeding, and broken tits, but also to push the length of my body into the floor. My bleeding and scratched skin on fire as I writhe in utter misery. The true toll of our battle setting in, just as you do the same. Lowering your breasts and body onto mine. Your hands moving to my face, just before your nails dig in and then drag. Marking me. Scarring me. And wounding me deeper than any other cut so far.
In a flash my hands move to your face, even as I scream in dismay and agony. They set themselves just below your hair line and prepare to drag — to tear down your pretty face. But as you curse at me, snarling and enraged you see my eyes flicker with something.
A new emotion. Mercy? Regret? You don’t have time to tell, as within only seconds, my hands move to your wrists and begin to pull. To try to dislodge your nails from my face as I squirm and cry beneath you. My legs kicking at air as in desperation, beneath I give into the pain and panic at least at that moment.
Bri:
I hate you. I hate you so much. I despise you with every fiber of my being. I have since my 18th birthday, but it didn’t start there. It just reached its full expression that day, but it had been festering for a while with every asshole you brought home… with every time I told you how much Dave creeped me out and you just ignored me or said I was making shit up.
But you’re still my mother…. and it’s so much easier to attack you and hurt you when you’re fighting back…. and as I rake my nails down your face, I expect it in return. I expect retaliation. Your nails lift, and my eyes close, but your hands don’t go for my face… you go for my wrists…. you grab them tight and SQUEEZE… your nails digging into the soft undersides of my wrists, and I scream out…. “BITCH…FUCKING CUNT!!!!”
You pull my nails from your face, and our legs are twisted and stuck together… but you’re still on your back and ass, and I start lifting my body up as much as I can and dropping it on you… splashing into you. I never get more than a few inches off the ground, but I thrust my pussy and tits into yours, driving your chest back against your lungs…. trying to make it hard for you to breathe, and as I do, I keep pulling my back on on my right arm, trying to get it free…
“LET GO YOU STUPID CUNT!!! LET GO OF MY FUCKING ARMS SO I CAN SMACK SOME GODDAMN SENSE INTO YOU!!!”
Dave starts to shift, getting his energy back, and I thrust into you one more time, and UMMMMPHHH…. finally … with a loud gasp from us both as our injured, bleeding tits drive together, I yank my right hand from your grip, and I just start to smack WILDLY at your bleeding, scratched face…
“FUCK!” –SMACK–
“YOU!!!” –SMACK–
“COCK!!!” –SMACK–
“WHORE!!!” –SMACK–
I keep smacking you as hard as I can, not giving a shit if I smack your bloody cheek until you’re in a goddamn coma I’m so irate and furious with you!
Amber:
All of it is collapsing. My paradigm. My world. My defenses. And my anger and jealousy. Your every lift and then slam down on me breaking through those barriers one at a time. Your bloodied tits crashing into mine — your mound and pussy doing the same, driving my scratched and savaged back into the carpet causing me to suffer a painful rug burn on top of it all.
It is too much. A line having been crossed when you dug your claws into my face. A line I planned on crossing. Needed to have crossed to keep going and hurting you. But I couldn’t. You are my daughter. The little girl I spent my whole life protecting. And it was that realization, as late coming as it was, that leaves me now beneath you and defenseless.
Under you and crying.
In between your thighs and merely raising my arms to try and block your cruel, hateful slaps that rain down one after another.
My lips mouthing the words in a barely audible whisper. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. The full wait of my mistakes with you and throughout my life coming down on me like an anvil. A weight I cannot bear. A weight I cannot lift. And so I just remain. Just stay.
Letting you punish me for all I have done.
Bri:
“FUCK!!!” “YOU!!!” WHOOREE!!!” I hate you so much I just keep slapping. I can hear words forming on your lips, but I don’t care what you have to say, so I focus on slapping them off. I try to slap them right off your lips before you can express a complete thought…
“SHUT UP!!! JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!”
There are tears in my eyes. I don’t want to cry, but I can’t help it. You’re my fucking mother, and I hate you. No one should feel like this towards their mother, but I do, because when I needed you most, you weren’t there. You chose this fucker over me. So I had to run away. I had to do things I’m not proud of to get through school. I did the sort of things that makes a girl not think twice about taking their almost step-father home. All because you chose him. All because you wanted his cock and whatever money he had more than you wanted me. And I fucking hate you for it.
I pull back to slap you again, but your head just barely moves and you moan. I spit into your face and I get off you.
“Get on the sofa!” I scream at Dave, and he does so, his boxers now off, his legs spread, his cock hard.
“Get up you, bitch! Get up and fight me, WHORE!!!” I reach down and grab your hair with both hands… “COME ON MOM!!! AFTER ALL THESE YEARS!!! THAT’S ALL YOU GOT!!!!” I pick your head up by your hair and then just let go. Your head drops to the carpet. I jab my toenails into your side and dig in, but you just scream… “LOSER FUCKING CUNT!! FIGHT ME!!!”
I want to hurt you… but it’s so much easier to hurt you when you’re fighting back…. but fine…”FINE!!!” I scream and grab you with both hands… I drag you across the carpet by your hair and I prop you up with your arms on Dave’s legs and your knees on the carpet…
“She wanted your cock so badly…. so give it to her… ” He looks at me… “GIVE IT TO HER!” I scream and he starts to push it against your mouth as I wrap my arms around you from the back, dig my nails into your tits, and start to tear at you.
Amber:
You hate me. After a life lived for you and you alone, you hate me. And worst of all, I deserve it. I deserve your scorn. Your loathing. A life of relying and trusting that men would take care of me leading me to choose them over you. And now, even with this victory and what may come next, you might suffer the same fate.
The same need for a man’s adoration and support. It is that, more than any punishment you might dish out that I fear.
And yet still that punishment comes. Your slaps continuing until finally you get off me, and then kick me. Demanding I get up and fight you. My hands moving to your legs, and gripping as I start to beg. “Please, Bri. Please…. I love you….” Words that only drive you further into a rage as you drag me over to Dave and then prop me up before and between his spread legs. His wet cock, only then getting hard, brushing against my lips as he tries to get me to open them.
I try to resist. To keep my mouth closed, no matter how much I have wanted his cock back in my mouth for so long. But you drop down behind me, press your scratched and bloodied tits to my equally destroyed back. Your arms reaching around me and grabbing my tits in a nightmare form of an embrace before you once again start tearing at my breasts.
It is only then that my lips part, and Dave slips his dick into my mouth. My sobs only hightening his pleasure as he begins to fuck my face. My pussy, despite the horror of all that is occuring still leaking on your carpet floor.
A fact that reminds me of my true failure. I am a whore.
Bri:
My nails tear into you. I’m enraged.
“NO! GODDAMN IT NO! YOU DON’T GET TO SAY THAT! YOU DON’T GET TO SAY THAT YOU LOVE ME! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU WHORE!!!”
I scream and just keep tearing at you. I don’t want to hear another word from you, and so I take my left hand from your breast and reach up. I grab your hair at the beck of your head, and I pull back hard so that your head twists back and you look up into my eyes… “FUCK!!! YOU!!!” I spit on your face and then I shove hard, shoving your lips against his cock, and as he enters your mouth again… I just keep pushing.. I push until his head is over your tongue… I push until his head is in the back of your throat… and then I push some more…
“Not another word, you whore… NOT ANOTHER FUCKING WORD!!!!” I keep pushing as my body slides to your left, so that I’m kneeling beside you, almost perpendicular, as you gag and choke on his cock. My right hand slides down your back and over your ass to your pussy…. to that needy fucking pussy that brought strange men into my home… that needy fucking cunt that was so desperate for Dave’s big, hard cock that you chose him over your own daughter.
“YOU WET FUCKING WHORE!” I scream as my nails slide over your sex… and I shove three fingers into your pussy…. “YOU DISGUSTING CUNT!!! YOU DIRTY FUCKING WHORE!” I shout as my fingers start to drive inside you. “I’m going to make you cum, mom…. I’m going to make you FUCKING CUMMMMM since that’s SO GODDAMN IMPORTANT TO YOU!!!” I keep thrusting in harder…. waiting until I feel your pussy start to tense up…. waiting until I know you’re about to cum even as you choke on Dave’s cock… and ass soon as your pussy tightens around my fingers, I CURL my nails, and I scratch at your inner walls… I scratch at your ceiling… I scratch at your G-SPOT… anywhere I can find as your pussy squirts all over my fingers and you scream on Dave’s cock, and I hiss next to you… “Can you feel how much I hate you, whore?”
Amber:
My breasts are ruined. Scratched and clawed to the point of utter destruction. And yet still, you work them. Kneading them as hard and as hatefully as you possibly can. Pinching my nipples and gouging my areolas as Dave continues to drive his dick in and out of my mouth.
He pulling that rod free, just long enough for me to breathe deep and then whisper I love you to you again. A tearful lament I offer, just as you grab my head and slam it back down on Dave’s sock. Growling at him for daring to give me a breath or a moment’s rest.
Your words and glare bent on me, as you shout and threaten. Insult and accuse. All of it blending together into an orchestra of hate and derision. That is until your fingers drive inside of me, and you tell me how you will make me cum. Fingering me as I suck Dave’s dick. Building me towards orgasm. Pushing me closer and closer to release until finally, when that mountain top is in reach you curl your fingers and claw at my soft pink walls. Peeling what you can from my vaginal canal with your sharp, vicious nails. My orgasm leaking onto your fingers, just as in ecstasy and agony, I cum along with David. He groaning and moaning, as I scream like a wounded and dying animal. His cock softening and pulling free of my mouth, while I collapse down to the floor. My arms wrapping around you and locking together behind you as in between your thighs my head hangs.
“Bri … please….” Exhausted. Broken. Wounded and desperate I cling to you and beg. Not for mercy, but for forgiveness.
Bri:
Your arms wrap around me as you collapse. Dave’s cum is leaking from your mouth. Your own cum and blood is leaking from between your legs. Your face is bleeding. Your back is bleeding. Your ass is bleeding. You’re fucking ruined. And yet… you say my name… you beg … for what.. I don’t know… if it’s mercy… you’re not going to get any… if it’s forgiveness… never… not on your fucking life. I push you over to your back, and I straddle your waist.
“Stopp…. beggingg … WHOREEE….”
I didn’t want to hear another word from you, especially not that word…. not please.
“You’re dead to me… do you understand?”
I ask it like a metaphor, but then… I take my hands… and I wrap them around your throat.
“DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”
“YOU’RE”
“DEAD”
“TO”
“ME”
My hands wrap more tightly around your throat. I see you gasp. Dave’s cum comes flying out of your mouth as you start to cough and gag. But I keep squeezing.
“I HATE YOU!!!”
“I DESERVED A BETTER MOTHER!!!”
“I DESERVED BETTER THAN YOU!!!”
My hands just keep tightening. Your face starts to change colors. You’re frantically slapping at my arms, but I’m just glaring down at you with a dead stare on my face. I want you gone. I want to never see you again. I want you….
dead.
“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST BRI!!!”
“UGHHHHNNNNNN!!!!” I suddenly collapse to the side as Dave shoves me hard. My hands slip from your throat as I collapse to my side…
“NO!!! NOOO!!! STOP ITTT!!! LET ME AT HER!!!”
Dave keeps one arm on me and tries to get between us, but I just start kicking at you…
“NOOOO I HATE HER… LET ME FINISH HER!!! LET ME FUCKING FINISH HERR!!!!”
Dave grabs your bloody body and wraps you in his arms.
“You’re a fucking psycho, Sabrina… you always fucking have been.” He says as he slams the door behind him and carries your naked body to his truck. Inside the house he could hear me screaming… “NNNOOOO NOOOO LET ME FINISH HER!!!” but my screams didn’t last long…
I collapsed to the floor…. screaming in frustration… and then pain…. and then… I don’t know… but the same words escaped my lips over and over…
“I hate you mom… I hate you mom…. I hate you mom…. I hate you mom” as I lay in a ball in the fetal position in my living room… my mom’s blood and mine spread all over the carpet … tears running down my face…. blood leaving my body… as I repeated it again….
“I hate you mom.”
The End.