Mommy's Girl.

"Mommy!" I heard her bellow from her room on the first floor, "Mommmmmmmmy!"

It made my pussy clench so hard each time she called me that, it was such a sweet sound even as she yelled it in what sounded like irritation and the constant spoilt displeasure that sat right underneath her nose through the day. I hurried up the stairs with a growing sense of panic in my tummy with her screams getting louder and louder as I approached the door and knocked.

"What is it, darling?" I asked in the sickly sweet voice that was entirely put on but was the only way I enjoyed talking to her. As if I were talking down to her.

The door flung open the instant I knocked and for a few seconds I could barely make out the words she was yelling over the music blasting out of her speakers. There were clothes littered all over the room and a steady flow of cotton-candy scented vapour blew out of the room onto my naked body. She stood there in white panties and a blue T-shirt, evidently she had been rummaging through her closet.

"Where are they?" She yelled at me holding me by the shoulders, "Where the fuck are my blue jeans? I can't them anywhere!"

I stood there dumbfounded for a second but that's how I always am in front of her. She makes me feel stupid, like in all my years I haven't learnt the wisdom or garnered the intelligence that she has in her twenty short years on here.

"They're in the laundry, babygirl," I explained to her gently while looking at her bare feet against the carpet, "You can have them tonight."

In an annoyed fit of rage she pulled me into her room by the hair, twisting my neck around as she shook my head and swung me from side-to-side.

"Why are you always doing this to me, mommy?" She asked as she pushed me against the wall beside the door, "Why are you so fucking incapable of having my things ready for me?"

I consider apologizing but that really isn't our relationship. I don't apologise to her and she doesn't expect me to, and it wouldn't serve any purpose anyway. She doesn't care if I apologise, and chances are she doesn't care about those jeans either, her ass looks great in anything. All she cares about is taking me down a peg and channeling all the rage into doing it. All I care about is letting her do it. The jeans, the jeans are just catalyst.

She dropped down to her knees and stuffed her fingers into my cunt. Straight up, no warning and no desire to feel my insides, just assault them. I've always liked that about her. As beautiful as she is, she has no frills. Neither of appearance, nor of manner. She is as rough of tongue, as she is of hand. I felt that inside me instantly, and it fulfilled the longing I had been feeling all afternoon as I cleaned her kitchen.

"Is this why?" She asked thrusting her crooked little clumsy fingers inside me, "Does this distract your stupid mind from getting shit done?"

It doesn't. It anything if focuses me but how does it matter what she believes. If she believes it distracts me and that leads to her shoving her hand in there, then I'll admit to it distracting me.

"You're probably just jealous of how good I look in those jeans," she said pulling her fingers out of me and punching me in the pussy, "Do you feel like shit because you can't wear tight hot jeans? Does it feel like shit because your husband wouldn't want to fuck you even if you did? Daddy wouldn't even fuck you in those jeans would he?"

She's not evil but she is an excellent imitation of it. I am not a stoic but I am an excellent imitation of one. I said nothing and instead just spread my legs wider against her dainty but strong fist. It felt good to listen to her sick little mind knead into my sick flesh. I must have given away my pleasure though, because as soon as I felt myself slip away she pulled her hand away and stood up to wipe it off in my hair.

"I don't actually have the time to fuck around with that filthy hole," she said walking towards her closet, "I have to get ready for that date."

It made my heart sink to hear her say that. Not as much because of where she was going, but because she was going. I turned around to leave her room and return to what I was doing."

"Mommy! One more thing..." She screamed as I was walking out of her door, "Did you bring me that perfume that daddy likes?"


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Disclaimer: No one is actually related.