Kendall: Forever

Kendall keeps her eyes closed as she tongues the area between James’ toes. She moans, the flavor and stench of him familiar now and no longer displeasing. Deep down, she stills hates him, but she often finds that hatred challenged by the pleasure he gives her. It burdens her, to forgive him the degradation he provides, and it weighs on her that regardless of how well he fucks her or how his cruel dominion seems to bring her family together, he remains an unchanging and inarguably horrible person.

Sometimes, she tries to excuse him his sins for the way he reunited her with her mother, but even that is complex and difficult to justify. Licking his toes and sucking his foot, she remembers the way he took her, and he recalls the stories her mother told her of the rough, violent claim he staked. He had brought them closer together and, through countless orgasms, mended decades of hurt, but that was never his intention. It was an unplanned byproduct of his ****, and she promises to never let herself forget that.

Even with that in mind, however, she cannot truly stay made at him as she drags her tongue along his feet and sucks his toes like popsicles. Even in her hatred, she enjoys the tortures he visits upon her body. Whether it is sucking his toes or sucking his dick, she wants it and is eager to indulge even his darkest, cruelest wants and will take pleasure in the shame she feels while doing it.

Periodically, she opens her eyes and steals glances at James while she tastes him. Each time she meets his cold eyes or crooked grin, she finds her heart hammering, and even the sight of his fat belly only helped to emphasize and remind her off his fat bulge before it. Her mother was with him, seated beside him, stroking him through his briefs, her beauty only made more beautiful by her submission to this fat slob.

Kendall knows that he is controlling them both, but she has no idea how. In the beginning, it was easy to tell when he made her do something and when he didn’t. She has enjoyed the degradation from the moment of his return, but she wasn’t always a willing participant in it. Lately, she is beginning to wonder if that has changed. Everything he does or makes her do feels so dizzyingly good to her that she often finds herself running headfirst into him with her head down, intent on ignoring any unpleasantness, and she worries because it can only go on for so long before it begins affecting her life in measurable ways.

Her mother smiles down at her while touching him. She has never resisted him from the way she talks about him, having submitted to him the moment he came back into her life and giving herself over to him in the space of a single stroke of his cock inside of her. Kendall honestly envies her mother the simplicity. Both women know that James is controlling them, but only one of them embraced it from the start, and while it horrifies Kendall, she can’t truly blame her mother for the indulgence.

Paige winks at Kendall and then leans over, kissing James on the cheek before whispering into his ear. “Look down there at your slut watching you as she licks your feet,” she says, smiling a ruby red smile. “She loves her daddy so much.”

Kendall wants to argue but no longer has the words to do so. She hates James, deeply and with vengeance, but she only remembers it when they are apart. Right now, the taste of his toes in her mouth and the words her mother uses to describe her hunger only serve to turn her on. In James’ presence, her entire world feels upside down and, by not speaking, Kendall is doing her best to simply hold on.

James, who is watching television while his women please him, stirs as Paige whispers to him. He mutes the show but keeps his eyes glued to it a moment longer before withdrawing his foot from Kendall. He switches feet, giving her another to attend to, and she takes to licking this fresh, fragrant stench with a throaty purr. “Heh. She is a slut,” he says, finding Paige’s ass and pulling her closer to him. “Just like her momma.”

All three share smiles as Paige cups his balls through his pants and hefts them. Strange and lewd though it is, this is the familial warmth which Kendall has missed out on her entire life. Welcoming James dirty toes into her mouth, she watches the two together and finds herself floating, forgetting her fiancé at home, her daughters waiting while she loses herself to this cruel man.

This moment is interrupted by cold reality as a thought comes back to her mind. Today, she got an email updating her about her grades for the semester. James, always trying to assert his dominance, has **** her to arrive late or leave early from classes, or otherwise forcing her to skip entirely just as a show of power. Even when she does attend, her near constant arousal, combined with those days which she has missed, have comeback to haunt her, and Kendall knows that something will need to change before she has her entire life derailed.

Seeing her chance as James kisses and flirts with her mother, Kendall removes him from her mouth and takes to kissing his toes while whispering, “Daddy, I need to talk to you about something pretty important.” James ignores her at first, drinking beer and losing himself to whatever silent sport was playing on the television while she tongues the arch of his foot, and a part of Kendall is grateful for the distraction. She is horny and doesn’t want to stop or be punished. Her mother, hears, however, and rolls her eyes while rubbing James through his pants.

“James, sweetie, I think my daughter has something she wants to say to you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” says James absently, swatting her fat bottom and taking another long drink. He finishes the bottle and tosses it onto the floor, burping loudly and blowing it away from Paige before saying. “Call Olivia and tell her I need another beer.”

Paige, ignored, rolls her eyes again and this time takes the remove from James. She turns off the television and, as James frowns at her, points down at Kendall sucking his feet. “She needs to talk to you, so would you please listen you big, horny ape.”

James, grunts, turns his frown on Kendall, who is busy rolling her tongue between his toes and averting her gaze to avoid his growing anger. “The fuck you want now?”

Kendall hesitates and looks to her mother, who smiles. “Hurry, baby. He’s listening, but even I can’t keep him from getting angry with you.”

Meeting her mother’s gaze briefly, Kendall nods but stammers as she searches for words. She keeps her lips pinned to his feet, rubbing his flesh, smearing her saliva on him, trying hard to stretch his patience as she struggles to remember the speech which she has practiced over and over again all day. Looking into his eyes, she can remember nothing, not a single word of it. Overwhelmed by his powerful flavor, by his stench, by his cold eyes and thoughts of his hot dick, all she can say is the wrong thing, which is, “I think the cuck and I need to move to the city to get away from you.”

James’ frown quickly burns into the angriest hurt Kendall has ever seen on him. He moves, and she winces in expectation, but Paige stops his hand before he can throw his remote at her. She guides the big man back into rest on the couch and removes the remote carefully from his grasp. “Now, now, James, you have every right to be mad at her, but based on everything I know about Kendall, I think there is more to this than what she is saying. So, for me, could you please sit still and listen? Or at least let her explain?” Turning a less patient glare on her daughter, Paige continues, “And she had better speak quick and say it right this time, because I promise I’m not stopping you a third time.”

Kendall, feeling very small, swallows and nods. “Thanks, mommy,” she says, and she returns to kissing James’ feet while staring him in the eyes. She can see the anger in him, boiling, threatening to spill over, but among that anger she can see hurt and felt stupid. She had assumed that letting him fuck her in the ass could have given him confidence. It was a part of her no other man knew, a boundary only he was allowed to cross, but the hurt was still there, stronger and overpowering than the anger, fueling it. Now, she could see how wrong she is, and that helps her form the right words and find the careful, even tone required to communicate them correctly.

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