"Mommy's Little Slut"

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Disclaimer: This story is just that, a story, and is meant to be
taken as nothing other than that. It contains descriptions of
nonconsensual sex involving a child, and if such subject
matter offends you, please don't read it. The author DOES NOT
condone any such activities in real life or fake life - it is
meant to be taken only as fantasy.


	"Brielle!" Angela called impatiently. The twenty-five year old
woman stood at the top of the stairs, her arms crossed in
frustration, eyes narrowed.
	"Yes mommy?" Brielle called, running to the foot of the stairs.
She skidded to a halt when she saw the look on her mother's face.

	"Brielle," Angela spoke. "I've told you twice already to pick up
the mess in your room. I just looked in, and it's filthy. Get up
here and take care of it--right now."
Brielle frowned. "But mommy, I'm--"
"Now!" Angela shouted.
	Brielle hung her head. "Yes, mommy," she muttered. She moved
slowly up the stairs. As she passed her mother, she picked up her
pace and soon disappeared into her room.
	Angela leaned against the wall and sighed. She loved her
daughter dearly, but as a single mother, she found it hard to
instill discipline into the eight-year-old. Furthermore,
Brielle's deadbeat father, whose rare visits guaranteed gifts for
Brielle and a headache for Angela, only seemed to hinder the
development of the girl's respect for authority.
	Angela crossed her arms over her breasts and walked into her
room. Sitting on her bed, she began absently running a brush
through her shoulder-length black hair. The feeling of the
needle-like teeth of the brush massaging her scalp always seemed
to relax her when she felt overwhelmed or angry.
	Angela sat for some time, running the brush through her locks
and trying not to brood. Lately, she'd been getting a lot of lip
from her daughter, and it was really starting to get to her.
Brielle thought that with a cute smile, she could get away with
virtually anything. To her dismay, Angela knew it fell to her to
set the girl straight.
	It was only when she glanced at the clock that Angela saw she
had been motionless for almost twenty minutes. Feeling more irate
than calm, the mother sat up and headed for the hallway, leaving
the brush behind.
	Angela moved slowly towards her daughter's bedroom door, pausing
outside to listen in. She heard the gentle whine of the
television on the other side, and her jaw tightened. With all the
delicacy she could muster, Angela slowly, silently, turned the
door handle. Catching her breath, she pushed open the door just
enough to peek her head in.
	The same mess that Angela had seen for the entire day greeted
her, along with a prone Brielle watching TV from her bed. Anger
welled up inside Angela's chest, and she pounced through the
doorway. Brielle, surprised by her mother's sudden entry, let out
a squeal.
	"Brielle, I told you to clean this room up, and instead of doing
what you're told, you ignore me completely!"
	Brielle cowered. "I'm gonna do it after this is over mom, I
promise, I-- "
	"I don't wanna hear it!" Angela shouted. Her anger was getting
the best of her, but she didn't care. "You do nothing but disobey
me, and now you're going to be punished." A wicked little grin
crossed the mother's face. "Put on your slut dress," she
commanded.
	Brielle's eyes widened, and her face turned to stone. "No mommy,
I'm sorry," she began to whimper. "Please, mommy, I'm gonna do it
now, please..."
	"You have two minutes, young lady," Angela intoned. "Two minutes
only. Put on your slut dress, or suffer an even worse
punishment."
	Solitary tears began to trickle down Brielle's cheeks, but she
nodded. Her head hung low as her mother left the room. Angela
stormed back into her own bedroom. As soon as her foot crossed
the threshold, she began divesting her clothing. She stripped of
her tank top, her bra, her sweat pants, socks, and her panties.
Now stark naked, she stepped to her closet, and pulled out a
black camisole along with a small duffel bag. Out of a drawer she
grabbed some black thigh-high stockings and a black garter belt.
She quickly donned the clothing, taking a moment to examine
herself in the mirror. Her C-cup breasts were easily visible
through the cami's see-through material, and her red nipples
stood at attention against the fabric. She wore nothing between
her black garter belt and her stockings, leaving her pussy and
her rounded ass unprotected. Even after a child, her body still
looked great, and had a man been in the room with her at that
moment, he would be hard put to keep his hands off of her.
Smiling at that thought, Angela headed back to her daughter's
room.
	Angela pushed the door to Brielle's bedroom open and entered
quickly. She closed the door, and then checked to see that the
blinds were closed on the windows. Finally, she looked to the
bed, on which sat a silent Brielle. She wore a matching camisole
to her mother's, along with a pair of little white silk panties,
edged with black lace trim--an outfit she knew only as her "slut
dress." Her raven-black hair, so similar to her mother's, hung
over her face, but Angela knew the girl's cheeks would be
tear-streaked.
	Angela opened her mouth to speak, but stopped. She truly loved
Brielle more than anything, and she knew that, even beneath the
somewhat bratty attitude, Brielle loved her. Was she truly about
to punish the little angel that she herself had created?
	Angela moved forward, only to jump back in pain as she stepped
on a doll lying on the floor. Fully aggravated again, she pursed
her lips. Yes, she was going to punish her angel.
	Angela kicked the doll out of the way, and strode to the foot of
the bed. Brielle looked up at her mother, her hair falling to
frame her small cherubic face. "Mommy, I'm sorry," she said with
a sniffle. "I promise I'll be a good girl from now on. But I
don't want to be punished. Please."
	Angela extended her arm and put a finger to her daughter's lips,
silencing her. She kneeled down in front of her daughter, pushing
some dirty clothes out of the way with her hands. She looked her
daughter in the eye. "What are you?" she asked.
	Brielle looked away, her face paling a bit. She knew what to
say, but her lips didn't move. She'd had to answer this question
before.
	Angela grasped Brielle's jaw with her hand, and forced her
daughter to meet her eyes. She asked again, accenting every word.
"What are you?"
	Brielle sniffled. "A slut," she whispered.
	"What?" Angela demanded.
	Brielle sniffled again. "A little slut," she stated, her voice
wavering.
	"Whose slut are you?"
	"Mommy's little slut."
	"That's right," Angela said. She released her grip on her
daughter's face and stood up. She kicked some more of the floor
space clean. "Are you a good little slut or a bad little slut?"
	Brielle looked at her mother piteously, and spoke. "A bad little
slut."
	Angela sat down on the edge of the bed. "And what happens to bad
little sluts?"
	A tear rolled down Brielle's face. She crawled on the bed over
to her mother's lap. "They get fucked," she whimpered.
	"That's exactly right," Angela said. She leaned back, and
Brielle stretched out on her mother's lap, her little butt in the
air. Angela pinched the silk of her daughter's panties, and
pulled them down to her knees. Brielle let out a little sob.
	Angela placed her palm on the immaculate flesh of her daughter's
ass. She caressed the soft skin, and squeezed her cheeks. Then,
suddenly, she smacked Brielle's rump.
	The little girl squealed. Angela spanked her again. She heard a
sob. She spanked her daughter again.
	"You've been a naughty little slut," Angela spoke as she
continued to spank Brielle's ass, her swats accenting her words.
"You disobeyed mommy over and over. And now mommy has had enough.
Mommy loves her little slut," she paused her punishment as she
spoke. "And that's why Mommy needs to teach her a lesson."
	After another swat and another sob, Angela stopped her beating.
She looked down at her daughter's ass, now red and certainly
stinging. Brielle shook a little as she wept.
	"Get on the center of the bed," Angela commanded. Brielle
crawled off her mother's lap as she stood up. Angela faced her
daughter's curling form. "Take off your panties." Brielle reached
down and worked her underwear off of her legs, finally baring
them as she kicked off the garment.
	"Now, get on your knees, with your head down," Angela told
Brielle. As her daughter complied, Angela scooped up the duffel
bag from the floor, and placed it on the bed. When Brielle saw
the bag, her sobbing began anew.
	Angela looked at her daughter, whose red rump stuck high in the
air. With a lick of her lips, she gazed at the part in her
daughter's soft mounds, leading to her tiny, puckered anus.
Beneath lay her little pussy, the soft pink lips slightly parted
with her legs.
	Angela climbed onto the bed behind her daughter. "Mmm," she
cooed. "Mommy's little slut is so pretty from behind." Her hands
ruffled through the duffel bag, finally removing a pink,
double-sided dildo. Each end was shaped to mimic a stiff cock,
with one slightly smaller than the other.
	Angela leaned over her daughter's bent form, and placed the
dildo in front of the girl's face. "Choose which side you want,
and start sucking it," she barked.
	As soon as Brielle's eyes took in the sex toy, she began to cry
and beg. "Please mommy, no, I promise I'll be good! Please! No!"
	Angela pulled her daughter's head upwards by her hair. Brielle
shrieked. "Pick a side, you little cunt!" Angela practically
shouted. "Or mommy's gonna pick for you!" She released her
bawling baby's head, and watched as Brielle's hand, shaking,
slowly grasped the silicon dildo. Her whimpering became muffled
as she inserted the smaller end into her mouth.
	Angela could feel her own pussy beginning to get extremely wet.
She loved watching her little slut submit to her. Assured that
Brielle would continue sucking, Angela moved back to her
daughter's rear. She stared at Brielle's tight little ass, and
gritted her teeth in anticipation.
	Angela positioned herself, and placed her hands on her
daughter's soft ass cheeks. She spread them wide, watching as
Brielle's anus tightened from fear. Taking a steadying breath,
she dove in. Her tongue flicked across the little opening once,
twice, three times, and each time her daughter twitched. She
worked her tongue along the hole, soaking it with her saliva.
	Angela's hands left her daughter's rump, instead exploring the
girl's bared body. She felt Brielle's flat tummy, her creamy
thighs, her little shoulders. Brielle's cami had slid down her
body due to her position, and so Angela found the tiny pink
nipples that crowned the eight-year-old's chest, and began to
pinch and pull the little nubs. Her finger's found her daughter's
tight slit, and began to caress the diminutive lips, working
upwards towards the clit. And all the while, Angela's tongue
worked Brielle's little anus nonstop, forcing its way in to taste
and touch.
	Brielle's sobs began to lessen as her mother gently pleasured
her. She continued sucking on the pink cock in her mouth, but her
legs opened up a bit, allowing her mother's mouth and hands more
access. Angela greedily ate her daughter's ass, while her fingers
massaged the little girl's clit and lips, occasionally venturing
inside to tease her virgin vagina.
	Angela could feel her daughter's wetness, could sense her
enjoyment of this sexual attention. She let one of her hands
venture down to her own dripping pussy, rubbing her clit in time
with her daughter's. She almost wished that she could forget the
punishment, and just entwine with her daughter in erotic bliss,
as they had done many times before.
	However, even as she explored Brielle's most sacred fruits,
Angela's mission never left her mind. Her little slut needed--no,
deserved--to be punished. With a sigh, Angela ceased her rubbing,
and pulled her tongue out of her daughter's now sopping-wet
asshole.
	"Keep sucking," she commanded. Brielle looked back at her
mother, her mouth full of silicon cock. Angela met her daughter's
eyes, and put on a face of mild amusement. "Oh, don't think
you're getting off that easy." Brielle's shoulders slumped a bit
as she turned away.
	Angela grinned wickedly, feeling her sexual excitement rise. She
began sucking on one of her fingers, pulling it out only when it
was dripping with saliva. Satisfied with her lubrication, she
placed the tip against her daughter's asshole, and pushed.
	Brielle's body tensed up as the finger plunged into her ass, and
she groaned. Angela continued until her finger was in up to her
last knuckle, before she began to fuck the little girl's rosebud.
Brielle whined with each thrust, obviously uncomfortable with
anal penetration. Angela did not slow.
	"Don't you stop sucking that cock, you little slut," Angela
demanded. She rubbed her own clit with her other hand as she
fucked her daughter, occasionally sucking on her finger again to
lubricate it. Brielle continued to moan in pain and protest, and
even began crying again, but Angela only felt spurred by her
daughter's reaction.
	Angela caressed her clit, feeling her juices coating her hand.
She forced two fingers into her daughter's ass. Brielle yelped in
pain, and began to sob louder.
	"What happens to bad little sluts?" Angela asked her daughter as
she drove both fingers in up to the knuckle.
	Brielle's sobs grew in volume as she removed the dildo from her
mouth. "They g-g-get f-fucked," she whimpered.
	"Exactly," Angela stated. She was drilling the little girl's ass
now. She started pushing at the walls of her daughter's ass as
she fucked her, slowly stretching the tiny hole. Brielle cried in
pain with each thrust of her mother's hand, but Angela only
worked harder.
	Finally, after a string of hopeless moans issued from Brielle's
mouth, Angela felt that she was ready.
	Angela pulled her fingers out of her daughter's ass, leaving her
rosebud stretched out to almost three times its normal size. She
smiled at her work. "Stop sucking," she demanded.
	Brielle gratefully spit out the pink dildo, which was covered in
her saliva. Her face was red and blotchy, and she was still
sobbing. "I-I-I-I'm s-s-s-orry m-mommy," she breathed.
	"I know you are, baby," Angela responded. She placed a gentle
hand on her daughter's back, and reached with the other for
Brielle's discarded panties. "But you've been naughty, and mommy
has to punish you."
	"B-but mommy, I've l-learned my lesson, I p-promise," Brielle
begged.
	"No you haven't," Angela coldly replied. "Not yet." She stopped
rubbing her daughter's back and instead picked up the dildo.
"What are you?"
	"I-I'm mommy's bad l-l-l-little sl-lut."
	"And what happens to bad little sluts?"
	"They get f-f-fucked."
	Angela took Brielle's panties and stuffed them into her
daughter's mouth. Brielle resisted at first, but soon gave in to
her mother's insisting hand. She began weeping again, the sounds
of which were now muffled by her own underwear.
	"Now don't you dare spit them out," Angela declared. The mother
pulled of her cami, revealing her breasts, nipples pert and
pouting. Then, taking the pink dildo, still wet with her
daughter's saliva, she pressed the tip of the small end against
her daughter's gaping asshole. Brielle let out a stifled cry.
	"Mommy loves her little slut," Angela whispered as she drove the
pink cock into her daughter's ass. Brielle screamed. Angela
pushed slowly, watching as the dildo forced its way farther
through the girl's anus. Even though she had worked to prepare
Brielle's behind, it was still a very tight fit. She began slowly
fucking the eight-year-old, driving the dildo with one hand while
rubbing her own clit with the other.
	With each thrust, Angela gained force and depth, and with each
thrust, Brielle sobbed harder. Angela felt herself urged on by
her daughter's cries. She massaged her clit furiously as she
fucked Brielle, and she could feel her inner thighs being soaked
by her own juices. She moaned in ecstasy as Brielle wailed in
pain through the gag of her panties.
	Angela felt herself being driven by lust now, and knew that she
needed to be fucked herself. She pushed the pink dildo as far
into her daughter's ass as she could, and left it lodged there.
Brielle cried out in pain. Angela turned herself around, and
mirrored the position her daughter had been holding since the
start of the punishment. She reached behind herself, grabbed the
larger end of the dildo, which was protruding from her daughter's
ass, and guided it towards her own pussy. She felt the soft cock
press against her moist vulva, and groaned in anticipation.
	And then, she pushed back, and felt the dildo penetrate her.
	Suddenly, all Angela could do, could think about, was filling
her cunt with that dildo. She rocked her hips back and forth over
and over, shoving the sex toy deeper and deeper. She felt her own
ass smash against her sobbing daughter's with each thrust, and
still she continued. She used her daughter as a brace for the sex
toy, and with utter abandon fucked herself with the pink cock.
She moaned and screamed in delight, while her daughter, pinned by
her mother's lustful movements, could only whimper in pain.
	Angela moaned with each thrust of her hips, rejoicing as the
silicon phallus filled her sopping cunt. She would pull forward
until only the tip was inside, before driving backward, forcing
the dildo deeper, until it began touching her cervix. "Fuck,
fuck, fuck!" she exclaimed over and over, her voice growing in
volume and urgency with each passing second.
	Angela forced the pink cock deep into her cunt again and again.
She felt her whole body bracing for what was coming. Her vagina
tightened around the dildo, and suddenly, she was aware of
nothing but her womanhood. Waves of pleasure overrode every
thought that Angela might have had; all she could do was scream.
	It seemed like hours until Angela was conscious of anything but
the dildo filling her pussy. As she regained her faculties, she
remembered that the other end was lodged in her daughter's ass.
She could hear Brielle quietly sobbing, still through a mouthful
of underwear. With a grunt, the mother slid off the dildo, and
then gently removed the other end from her daughter.
	Angela turned around slowly, as her body was still coming down
from her orgasm. She sat down on the bed and crossed her legs.
"Come here, Brielle," she told the little girl.
	Brielle, face reddened and soaked with tears, turned around, and
slowly crawled to her mother's side. Angela pricked the balled-up
panties from her daughter's mouth, and tossed them aside. She
motioned with her arm, and Brielle very gently sat down on her
mother's lap.
	Angela looked at her beautiful daughter, and kissed her
forehead. "Did you learn your lesson?" She asked.
	"Y-yes mommy," Brielle said, still crying a bit. Angela cradled
her weeping daughter's head in her lap.
	"Do you know why mommy needed to punish you?" Brielle nodded her
head. "Why?" Angela asked.
	Brielle sniffled. "Because I was a bad little slut, and I didn't
listen to my mommy."
"Good," Angela said, pushing her daughter's hair back from her
eyes. "And why else?"
	"Because punishing me makes mommy feel good, like I do when she
kisses my cunny."
	"Exactly. Now, come here," she cooed. She guided Brielle towards
her breast, and the little girl quickly took her mother's nipple
in her mouth.
	"Do you know mommy loves you?" Brielle nodded as she suckled her
mother's tit. "And do you love mommy, even though she punishes
you?"
	Brielle stopped suckling, and released the breast from her
mouth. "I do, Mommy. I love you very much." Occasional tears
still rolled down the girl's cheeks, but Angela could see the
truth, the love, reflected in her daughter's soft eyes. Brielle
understood.
	Angela bent and kissed her daughter's lips. She felt the girl
return her kiss with fervor and love. They kissed as lovers,
their lips and tongues writing wordless poems with one another,
sharing a gentleness that only mother and daughter could ever
understand.
	Angela didn't know how long she kissed Brielle, and she didn't
care. When she did pull away, she whispered, "I love you too,"
then guided her daughter back to her breast.


THE END


  
Mommy's Little Slut