Title: Daughter’s jealous Bitch
Author: Phoenix Arrow
Part: 1 of 1
Keywords: f/F, Dom Daughter, Sub Mom, spank, humiliation
Redistribution: Only for personal, nonprofit use.
Short Summary: Isabelle demands to go clubbing dressed like a slut, and 
Maria is determined to put her daughter in her place, which happens to be 
above her.


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"Daughter’s jealous Bitch"
By Phoenix Arrow



Maria stood outside her daughter's room, a hand brush in her hand.

Sitting on the bed was her daughter Isabelle, looking absent mindedly out 
the window. Maria shook her head as she looked her daughter over. What 
a complete tramp she looked. Her top barely covering her budding breasts, 
her flat smooth midriff completely bared, and that mini skirt leaving 
nothing to the imagination as nearly all her firm legs were exposed. Was 
that a black thong that peeked out under that skirt?

Maria shivered at the skimpy clothing her own flesh and blood dared to 
put on.

"There is NO WAY you’re going out like that honey!", she had told her 
baby not twenty minutes before. She had been sitting in the family room, 
watching TV when she caught sight of her teenage daughter bouncing 
down the hall towards the front door.

"I'm going out mom, see ya!"

Maria had put her foot down. No daughter of her's will be going out like 
that. No way!

-
Maria moved forward into the room, catching the eye of Isabelle who 
stared stone cold at her. Well this wasn’t supposed to make her daughter 
happy. Harsh lessons were a reality of parenthood. She was a mother first 
and her daughter's friend second.

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"I said NO!" Maria had yelled, standing before the door, arms crossed and 
foot tapping the floor.

"You're just jealous!"

"What? Don’t be ridicules."

"You’re just envious cause you cant pull this sexy outfit off."

"Nonsense! And that isn’t the point, I don’t want you looking like a 
complete and utter whore!", Maria scolded back at her girl, nonsense 
indeed. Was it so wrong to want to protect her girl's dignity?

And how could she be jealous of her teenage daughter? She was happy for 
her girl that she could fill out such an outfit, but to show it off like a 
whore, a tramp?

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The two of them stared at each other, daughter on the bed, mother 
standing just inside the room. It was almost like a duel, seeing who would 
sike out the other.

Maria broke the stare, looking down at the brush handle, holding it tighter 
in her palm. This just had to happen, she told herself. She had to 
demonstrate who was in charge here. Jealously or not, love or envy, this 
was what it had to come to.

Maria took a few steps closer.


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"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"

Boy that hurt, that really did. No mother wants to hear that. Why did she 
have to go so low?

"Please don’t go there baby, I love you, I only want to..."

"You don’t love me, your a jealous BITCH!"

She had gasped at the word. Such a stinging word. A word of complete 
disrespect. Only the worst of daughter's say it to their loving mothers.


"Bitch" echoed over and over in her head as she took another two steps 
forward. The cold stare on her face crumbling just a moment. Her 
daughter's never faltered, cold as ever.

"I can wear that piece of trash any time, but I don’t have or WANT to 
lower myself. Sluts and whores wear that garbage. You’re my daughter, 
my angle, you don’t have to...."

"I'm no slut! I'm sexy and you can’t handle it. You can’t stand that I have 
the looks you don’t have any more!"

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Maria turned to the side, looking at herself in her daughter's full length 
mirror and shivered. Her teenage years long since gone, the body she once 
had has moved on to her daughter.

But damit that’s ok, let her daughter have the looks of youth, of sexuality. 
She had her fun when she was younger, but now she's the mother. She 
doesn’t have to look as good as her daughter, as sexy, as slutty. She can be 
the mother, the guardian, the bitch!

Maria shook her head. No no no, not the bitch. She is a woman, a mother, 
a person with respect. So what if her daughter can’t understand that. 
Won’t listen. She'd make her listen. Show her who’s the boss. It’s what 
has to be done.

A few more steps and Maria was standing before Isabelle, her daughter. 
Brush in hand she stared down at the unrepentant girl, sitting practically 
naked on her bed.

It didn’t have to come down to this. If only her daughter could listen to 
reason. If only she could understand the compassion her mother had for 
her.

But she didn’t. She had no respect for her mother's authority. None at all. 
And it made her sad to tears as her eyes swelled up.

Isabelle stared sternly up at her mother, who stood comically dressed in 
one of her daughter's micro mini skirts, the hairs of her untrimmed pussy 
peeking out below. Maria's sagging tits practically popping out of the 
revealing tube top, with a slightly bulging midriff bare just like her much 
more fit daughter.

"Bitch!", uttered Isabelle as her mother began to sob lightly before her, 
holding out the brush, offering it to her stern faced daughter. Isabelle took 
the handle and watched her sniffing mother lay herself over her daughters 
knees till her hips lay just over them.

"Who’s the whore now?" Maria said nothing as she wiped away the tears, 
her daughter taking hold of the micro skirt and rolling them up and over 
her mother's heavy bottom. Isabelle let her hand rest on her mother’s 
chubby cheeks, patting them slightly, letting the meaty sound linger in the 
air hypnotically.

"You really fill out my clubbing cloths nicely mom. You've really got 
nothing to be jealous of."

"I...I just....wanted to show you...."

<Slap> Maria gasped as the underside of the brush smacked her bare 
bottom.

"I know mommy, you just wanted to show me how slutty these cloths 
make me look! And your right, they make you look SOOOOO slutty!"

"But..."

<Slap> Maria gasped again under her daughter's strike.

"But nothing mom. Your a slut, not me. If I want to dress hot, there’s 
nothing wrong with it is there?"

"No but...but.."

<Slap><Slap> "Nothing right?"

Maria said nothing as red welts began rising on her soft skin. Isabelle 
caressed it lightly with her hand, feeling the heat.

"Admit it, your just a jealous whore."

Maria shook her head in denial. Isabelle took her finger and ran it lightly 
along her mother's hairy sex, confirming her suspicions. Maria shivered as 
she felt her daughter touch her sex, why hadn’t she worn panties when 
trying out her daughter's outfit?

<Slap><Slap><Slap>

Maria groaned loudly into the air as she squirmed her hips on her 
daughter's knees.

Isabelle leaned in closer, whispering "Are you a jealous whore?"

Again Maria shook her head no.

<Slap><Slap><Slap><Slap><Slap>

The mother wailed after every slap, openly weeping as her daughter 
abused her large rear end.

"I'm a whore!"

"I'm sorry what was that mother?"

Maria tried to calm down through the tears and sobs, 

<Slap><Slap> "Come come mommy, tell me what you are?"

"I'm a whore, a SLUT!"

"Yes you are mom. But I already knew that. I mean just look at you, all 
dressed up in your daughter's clubbing cloths. Only an over the hill slut 
would show off her ugly body like you do."

<Slap><Slap><Slap> "But you still haven’t answered my question? 
Aren’t you just jealous you don’t have the bod anymore to back it up 
huh?"

Maria sobbed as she shook her head no. She couldn’t be jealous. She just 
couldn’t. 

When she felt the caress of her daughter's hand on her glowing ass Maria 
moaned. Oh she wished her daughter would keep doing that a little bit 
longer.

"Admit it to me mommy, why don’t you want me going out dressed like 
this?"

"Because...." Maria hesitated.

<Slap><Slap><Slap> Went the brush.

Maria wailed desperately, shaking her hips in pain causing her tits to 
finally pop out of the top. 

"I'm a...I'm a...." <Slap><Slap><Slap><Slap><Slap> "I'M A JELIOUSE 
WHORE!", she screamed out as her daughter continued her assault with 
her mother's evil brush!

<Slap> "AND?"

"I wish I still..<Slap>..still had your beautiful <Slap> sexy body..<Slap>"

"Continue!" Isabelle paused her attack, holding the wicked brush just over 
the bluish red bruised cheeks.

"I'm jealous you can go out dressed like that and I cant! (sniff) I...I'm 
selfish and don’t want you having fun when I can’t!"

"And what does that make you mommy?"

"A...a bad mommy?"

Isabelle patted her mother's crimson butt. "Nooooo, what does being a 
jealous slut whore to your sexier, younger, BETTER daughter make you?"

"A BITCH!"

<Slap>

"An ugly BITCH!"

<Slap><Slap>

"My DAUGHER'S fat ugly jealous BITCH!"

<Slap><Slap><Slap><Slap><Slap><Slap>

Maria wailed and screamed over her daughter's knees as she continued to 
admit who she really was, an over the hill jealous cunt who worshiped the 
youthful beauty her daughter now held over her. 

Soon becoming delirious, Maria begged her daughter to continue putting 
her in her place with every groan inducing swat. In no time mother was 
practically BEGGING her teenage princess to go out tonight dressed 
exactly the way she was.

Kissing the tip of the handle through her heavy sobs, Maria thanked her 
daughter for her much needed punishment before crawling under her 
daughter's bed as instructed. Isabelle nearly bowled over laughing at the 
sight of that fat red ass squirming to get underneath the bed frame. A few 
well placed kicks help mother along the way.

It was there where Maria dutifully waited in the darkness as her daughter 
went out for a night of teenage fun.

For the next few hours Maria played with herself below her daughter’s 
bed, taking great pleasure out of grinding her bruised sore ass into the 
rough carpet.

It wasn’t until 4am that she heard her daughter coming home. She awoke 
just in time to hear Isabelle and the boy she brought home landing on the 
bed above her. As Maria's finger's found her pussy yet again, she felt 
something land beside her.

Maria gasped as she slide the brush handle inside her, being sure to again 
dig her still very sore ass into the rough carpet while she listened to the 
sounds of her daughter getting the royal fucking she so deserved. Isabelle 
had put her soundly in her place, and she would never question her dear 
sexy daughter again.


The End!



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