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This is intended for adult audiences, only for those
over 21 and NOT for younger ages and/or anyone who
finds this subject matter offensive or objectionable.
It IS fiction, entirely the product of imaginary
story form and any similarity to anyone anywhere is
strictly coincidence.
WARNING: Contains controversial explicit sexual
situations! DO NOT read any further if this kind of
material has no appeal to you.
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Like Mother, Like
Daughter
A tale by Dom
Master...
Chapter
1
Joe Bradley sipped his
coffee as he watched the young mother and daughter intently. From his seat, two booths away, he could
just make out the gist of their conversation, which was mostly idle chit chat
detailing a rather mundane afternoon.
He was nearly ready to leave the quiet coffee shop when the two had come
in and garnered his attention. The
mother appeared to be in her mid 30s, and the daughter maybe 15. The resemblance between them was
undeniable, and they could easily have passed for sisters. They shared a petite body type, short in
stature, but curvy. The mother’s
build and facial features were somewhat fuller, but both were exquisitely
attractive, with well defined breasts, and they both had flowing, reddish brown
hair draped across their shoulders.
Joe’s cock stirred as he observed their casual
interaction.
Carla Jones had picked her
daughter, Jennifer, up from 4H, which had run late, and decided to stop at the
local café for a quick dinner. A
locally owned joint, the food was good and she preferred the more personal feel
compared to the faster paced chain restaurants that had begun to spring up near
her house at the edge of town. She
and Jennifer enjoyed a good relationship, due partly to the fact that she was
only 17 years older, and that Jennifer was an only child. Carla’s boy friend had dumped her when
he found out she was pregnant, and she could never bring herself to open up to
other men, even though she made male friends easily. Her parents had helped her with young
Jennifer while she went to cosmetology school, and now she made a decent living
for herself and her daughter.
Jennifer enjoyed the time
she spent with her mother. She
could easily confide in her, although her life was rather uneventful, not giving
her much to reveal. She was fairly
popular at school, and even though she had had a few “boyfriends”, she didn’t
feel a strong urge to date or even develop a close relationship with any of
them. She was proud of her body,
but did not like to draw too much attention to herself. She usually dressed in jeans and some
type of layered top, but occasionally, she would wear something a little more
revealing, exposing just a hint of the firm cleavage which had recently formed
between her breasts. She felt her
mother was the most beautiful woman she new, and wanted to make her
proud.
9 pm approached, and the
café was nearly empty as Carla and Jennifer finished their dinner. Joe had nursed his last cup of coffee as
long as he could while he feigned browsing a newspaper left by an earlier
patron. It seemed an eternity to
him as he watched the young mother painstakingly chew every bite of her chicken
vegetable medley, the featured meal of the day. He focused his gaze on her pursed lips
as she sipped her diet Coke, and watched attentively each time she opened her
mouth to ingest another bite. He
followed each mouthful down her throat as she chewed and swallowed. His hard cock was seeping
precum.
At long last, the pair
gathered their things, stood up, and made their way to the cashier. Joe left a $5 bill on his table to cover
the $3.85 check, and skirted out the door, trying not to draw attention to
himself. Waiting at the side of the
building, he let the two almost reach their older model Chevy Impala, before
walking up on them. The nickel
plated .45 glinted in the waning sunlight as he held it to Jennifer’s temple,
and with his free hand, he latched onto Carla’s right forearm, and forced her
back against the car.
“Open the fucking door, or
I splatter her god damned brains all over you.” Joe ordered
Carla.
Urine ran down Jennifer’s
leg as her little body seized with fear.
Carla’s hands shook violently as she opened the unlocked passenger side
door, and followed the man’s orders to get inside. Joe slid in next to her and pulled
Jennifer in beside him on the big, bench seat.
“This is how it is. You two are mine until I say
otherwise. Accept that. If either of you do anything I don’t
like, I’m going to take it out on the other one.” The two captives took this in and hung
onto his every word. “If you don’t
immediately do everything I tell you to do, I’m going to severely punish the
other one. You will cooperate, or
you’ll both die an unimaginable death.
Comprendes?”
They both looked at each
other, hoping somehow they would wake up from this horrible nightmare as they
slowly nodded their heads.
“I hope you fucking
do.” Joe continued. “I’d hate to have to waste such a nice
couple of cum holes like you two.
Jesus Christ, that’d be a fucking travesty.”
“Pull out and head east on 46.” Joe
directed Carla. “You. Get in the back.” he ordered
Jennifer.
Carla’s whole body shook
as she fumbled with the keys and turned the ignition. Jennifer reluctantly climbed over the
seat and began to panic as Joe climbed over after her.
“If you so much as run a
yellow light or go 1 mile an hour over the speed limit, or do anything at all to
draw attention, your little girl here gets a bullet in the face. Don’t fuck this up. Just stay on 46.” Joe was in complete control as he cupped
Jennifer’s frightened face in his hand.
Joe positioned himself
behind Carla, with his left foot on the floor and his right leg up in the
seat. Since Carla and Jennifer were
rather short, maybe 5’4” at most, the front seat was pulled way up and left
plenty of room to position Jennifer with her knees on the floor, between his
legs. He pulled her hands up to his
belt, and manipulated her fingers to unbuckle it. Using the same technique, he had her
open his pants. Carla desperately
tried to see what was going on through the rear view as she heard the
unmistakable sound of his zipper.
“Just watch the god damned
road.” Joe ordered Carla, noticing her efforts. He thumped the back of her head with the
butt of his hand to reinforce his authority. “Your little girl’s going to suck the
cum out of my cock, right now.
She’s going to swallow every drop and she’s going to keep sucking it
‘till the swelling goes down.”
Tears ran down the desperate mother’s cheeks.
“Pull my pants down, you
little whore, so you can suck my cock proper.” he ordered the young
girl.
Jennifer’s arms were
trembling as she pulled the man’s jeans and underwear down under his ass and to
his thighs. She had never seen a
naked man, or boy for that matter, and was intimidated by the thick, pulsing
cock in front of her.
“Don’t just look at
it. Take it in your mouth and suck
it.” Joe demanded
impatiently.
Carla’s heart raced at the
realization that her little baby girl was about to be forced to suck off this
brutal man. In her mind’s eye, she
could see her young mouth stretch open to accommodate the foul intruder. She had performed oral sex herself a
couple of times, but did not care for it.
There was always a musky smell that just seemed too perverted. And now her little girl was experiencing
that aroma first hand.
Jennifer’s hand hesitantly
closed around the bottom of the thick shaft, barely covering half the
length. She looked at the bulbous
head, now just inches from her face, closed her eyes and tepidly covered it with
her mouth. An immediate rush of
sensations overtook her as her nose and mouth filled with the smell and taste of
his sex. She could feel the v
shaped contour of his glans as her tongue pressed against it. She could taste the salty precum and the
bitter traces of smegma, and her nostrils filled with the smell of his sweaty
pubic hair. She began to
gag.
“You fucking puke, and
I’ll throw you out of this god damned car, you little slut. Now start sucking my cock like you were
told. That’s it. Up and down. Use your tongue. Suck harder. Suck the cum outta my balls. That’s it, you little
whore.”
Joe had grabbed onto a
fist full of hair with his right hand and was working Jennifer’s mouth up and
down the broad shaft of his cock.
He could only get about half his length into her before he bumped into
the back of her throat, but he’d get her in a different position later and fuck
her throat good. Normally he
wouldn’t let a girl keep her hand on his cock when she was sucking him, because
he felt like she was just trying to jack him off, something he could do for
himself. But this time, since she
was so inexperienced, he had her press her hand against her lips and used the
combined length of her mouth and fist.
He began to buck his hips as his pending orgasm
approached.
“When I cum, keep your
lips tight or it’ll spill out, and we wouldn’t want that now, would we?” For emphases, he grabbed the back of her
mother’s neck with his left hand and squeezed, eliciting a startled shriek. Joe held mother and daughter tight as he
pumped his load of thick, hot sperm into the young Jennifer’s quivering
mouth.
Jennifer’s eyes welled up
as her mouth filled with the foul, bitter fluid. She wanted desperately to spit the
sticky substance out, but feared for her mother. She fought to swallow the flood of cum
as it sprayed relentlessly into her mouth and throat, and it was all she could
do to keep it down. It took several
swallows to down it all, and she worried that some of it had dribbled past her
lips. The smell around her hand was
acrid.
“Keep the head in your
mouth and stroke your hand up and down.
Slower.” Joe instructed the
innocent teen. “Don’t suck too
hard. It’s real sensitive after I
cum.” Joe gently stroked the girl’s
head, petting her, as he gently massaged the back of her mother’s neck. “She’s not too bad.” he told Carla.
Carla couldn’t help but
cry as the man behind her unloaded his cum into her baby’s mouth. She thought of ramming the car into the
nearest bridge abutment, to put an end to this horrid nightmare, but she just
couldn’t bring herself to do it.
Whatever it took, they were going to get out of this alive. That was more important than
anything. Together, they could get
through this.
Joe let Jennifer continue
to suck his semi-flaccid cock as he got his bearing on the road. By now, they were well out of town and
on a barren stretch of State Highway 46.
Carla hadn’t seen another car for some time, and it grown quite dark, as
it was a moonless night.
“Pull over.” Joe said flatly. Carla pulled off the
road.
To be continued …
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