"girl cum"

"Girl cum" Zoe says, quietly, as if she's unsure what the exact term is.

She's adorable. She looks up at you with big eager eyes, uncertain of what you're going to do. As if there could be any doubt, you're going to continue to help your little girl embrace her pervert.

And you slap her again. Just as a reward for being adorable, and giving a good answer. She grunts again, as your hand hits her cheek. Her lip quivers. Her hard nipples look as though they want to tear through her shirt.

But you do nothing more. You wait. And soon the inaction becomes conspicuous. You know that Zoe wants you to do something, to take control. And you are, but not in the way she thinks. She's going to submit to you and your man, but not in the way she thinks.

Finally the tensions seems almost too great to bear. Zoe fidgets, intentionally rubbing her skinny thighs together. She opens her mouth to speak, but you speak first.

"True sluts don't wait. True sluts take what they want." You look your daughter in the eyes intensely. You've just given her permission.

"Or they get slapped?" And instead she's getting sassy with you.

"If that's what they want, they take it." You answer firmly.

Zoe looks at you. Her eyes roll down your body, past your c-cups, bra-less, also poking out of your shirt, past your slightly exposed midriff, to your hips, clad in tight jeans. You know what she wants. She knows what she wants.

"You'd better take it if.." You start but are interrupted by Zoe jumping forward and shoving her hand down the front of your pants.

And just like that, your daughter's fingers curl into your wet pussy. So you return the favor, sliding your hand down her jeans, past a smooth, shaved pussy and curled inside of her.

And there you are, mother and daughter, fingering each other, moaning, groaning. It's perverse. It's beautiful.

Zoe's fingers are pretty skilled, as they rub inside you, her thumb poking at your swollen clit. You bite your lip. And soon you're not sure you can stay standing any more. But you're not about to let Zoe knock you off your feet.

You reach down and pull her hand out of your pants. "Taste me" you say. You wonder if she's ever tasted a woman before. Slowly yet eagerly she raises her fingers to her lips and slides them in. The sight of your own daughter slicking your juices off her fingers is almost too much to bear. She smiles at you. "Is that what you want?" You ask.

"No" She says. "I want cum. Not juice." She's getting bold. You like that.

And there's nothing left to do but give it to her. You grab her by the shoulders and shove her to her knees in front of you. And she's off, scrambling at your jeans, unbuttoning them, sliding them down your hips, and coming face to face with your wet, eager cunt.

She looks up at you. "Oh Mommy, I..." But this time she doesn't get to finish. You grab a handful of hair at the back of her head and shove her face into your crotch.

You don't know if she's ever eaten out a woman before, but she seems to know what she's doing. Her tongue laps at your clit like a cat desperately lapping at milk. You think of the time you bought her a kitten. You think of the time you bought her a My Little Pony playset. You think of the time you bought her her first bra. Your little girl, now tongue deep inside your pussy.

And maybe it's the pure taboo perversion of what you're doing, or maybe the intense pride you feel in being a slut and birthing a slut, or maybe it's the impossible sensation coming from your cunt, but your eyes start to roll back into your head.

You've never cum so quickly.

You take a step back to steady yourself, and Zoe looks up at you with a soaked chin. You slap her as hard as she can. Her head flings to the left, her blonde hair flailing messily as it goes. She smiles. She licks her lips. She knows that was a reward.

She looks amazing. "What do you want Mommy?" She asks. You're uncertain how to answer at first. "You said sluts take what they want. So what do you want?"

What you want is your daughter's tight, willing, little body. But you know you can do better than that. You need to look at the big picture.