Arousal Transferrence

"Move."

Elaine didn't wait. Grabbing the inside edge of her mother's kimono she roughly pulled, yanking her mother behind her and the flimsy garment open in one movement.

Out of the way.

Out of her sight.

There were no words for her violation.

"I was..." Shut up. "I was going to be done with it. All of it. It was going back. Everything. I promise, I - I wasn't k-keeping..."

She picked up... on an upside down cardboard box. In the center of... s-surrounded by... her portrait.

H-her prom picture. Framed.

Elaine's prom picture, the glass smudged by lipstick.

"Oh my... god. Mom."

A sob. Whimpering. Pathetic animal whimpering, behind her.

Elly let it slip out of her fingers, let it hit the carpeted floor with a muffled thud.

"What... is all this?" Elaine swallowed the sickness in her throat.

It was horrifying. The closet, the stifling, damp odor of stale sex, the...

"Please. Please, Elly. P-please..." Her mom... "S-stop. Don't look, and I-I'll..."

Flanking either side of where her picture had stood on the central cardboard box -

"My panties. You were stealing them." Like Cheryl said. Cheryl, had been right, and Elaine had denied it - tears in her eyes. Th-thought she was being teased.

"These are the ones I threw at you?"

No tears now. Head spinning, tummy aching, heart thumping -

Elly gingerly t-touched the elastic waistband. It hadn't really been a question.

"You kept them?"

The answer was in plain sight, right in front of her. They had been... dirty. Wet, and...

"Elly..."

"Why, Mom? What have you been doing with them?"

Soft voice. The room was spinning.

"I, u-um - "

Spinning.

"N-nevermind." Trying to purge - she already knew. Suspected what nasty, unspeakable things her mother m-might have...

Head spinning, and eyes seeing... all of it. Scattered around. Arranged everywhere.

Unable to shut out the perverted horror.

A small... oh. God.

Mom.

A paperclip, holding together wisps of hairs - dark and coarse and unnaturally straight.

Her hairs.

A makeup sponge. A used-up lipstick tube.

Crumpled... not... not papers. Not tissues. Wipes. Wet wipes, now dry. What wastebasket... what they had been used for...

If they... if they were hers, and recent, there were only a few times th-that...

Everywhere, and her... her picture had been in the center. Above, on a kind of... a pedestal, with her panties and a pair of her... her old shoes on the floor below.

An old, white athletic shoe. Nothing special, not especially feminine like everything else - bras, panties, makeup.

Battered almost beyond recognition. Torn and ripped, the laces pulled. Dented.

Elly picked it up, rose to her feet and turned it and -

"Ugh!" The teen suddenly half dropped, half threw it away from her body, from her hands and touch. Wiped her palms, wet with sticky, fresh saliva.

Tooth marks.

"What the... what the hell?!"

Tooth marks! Rips and tears - and spit, her own mother's fresh, warm drool.

"What is wrong with you?!"

Elly finally, in her rage, overcoming her disgust, looked into her mom's wide, round eyes.

Her mother, one hand holding her kimono closed, one hand holding Cheryl's white, lace-trimmed little bra over her mouth, murmuring s-some apology or confession...

The teen's nostrils flared, the mixed smell of female arousal h...halting her advance. Angry steps, that she didn't remember her feet taking, stopped. She... fingers trembling, shoulder ready to snap and slap her open palm across her mother's bruised, saucer-eyed brown face -

"Please, E-Elly, I didn't mean for this... I love you. I love you more than anything, I - "

B-backing up, turning, her mom's awkward, waddling steps tried to take her away. Tripping steps.

Elly looked down, and hidden, between and behind her mother's brown legs, distressed glass eyes stared up at her from above a kind puppy dog mouth.

"I-I'm so sorry." Her mother followed Elly's gaze.

"I didn't mean to."

"You lied," Elaine whispered, staring down at her lost Mister Fluffy. "You said you gave him away."

Somehow, it was the worst blow. A punch, right in her stomach. "You... kept him."

Tumbling. It was surreal. The closet, her mother's stash o-of sick... and now...

"I... needed him."

'Needed him'.

Suddenly, pity, self pity was gone. Elaine Lockley was sick, sick, sick of her mother's shamed eyes, her lying mouth, her begging for sympathy. "I - I wanted to tell you. But..."

"You... needed him. Let me see him."

The black mother put her legs together, angled herself as if she could hide her secret all over again.

"Mom..." Firm, hard - Elaine cut the word into a threat.

"What did you do to my Mister Fluffy?!"

"Elly, p-please. You don't want to... you can't see him."

A petulant, **** foot stomp reverberated in the small room. "This... this is my private space. My - mine! The only privacy I have left! I just wanted to... you don't... don't understand. I - "

Her mother... her mom, voice cracking, hair wild, almost hysterical... somehow her mom was getting... getting angry! As if she - !

"Your privacy?!" What she had seen, and her mother...!

"I'm your mother! You... you have to - "

"What about my privacy? My things, my - !" The injustice of her mother's rage, her own suppressed feelings -

How did she not get it?!

"What is all this?!" Elly swept her arm across the room. Toward her mother's sick collection, her invasive stash, her...

Her shrine.

"I... I was going to s-stop. To..." Shaking shoulders...

"It's not what it looks like. Mister Fluffy i-is..." Hands waved in the air passionately, grasping for words.

"We..."

Grasping... and failing. Hands dropped, along with the black woman's expression.

"I-It's c-complicated, Elly."

"... Complicated."

Elly laughed, a humorless, bitter sound that hurt her chest.

It hurt.

"Complicated. I'm your daughter for chrissake!" Her mom flinched. Flinched and groaned. "What kind of sick creep... what kind of pervert are you?"

Shoulders shaking, hands sliding up her little silky robe, Elaine's mother grabbed her... she grabbed her own breasts, and closed her eyes.

"I didn't m-mean it."

U-ugh!

"I - I love you." Eyes fluttering open...

Boiling. Elly was positively boiling.

"Don't." A step towards her. Backing Elaine into the closet, into the confined spafe. "I'm serious, Mom. Don't."

"I-I l-l-love you, Elly."

Jaw in a knot, fist in a trembling ball of rage - say it one more... one more time. Take one step cl -

"I l-love - "

WHUMP!

In the first ever real punch of her life, the black teenager slammed her knuckles into her mother's cheekbone.

"Wh-wha- ?"

Reeling, hand over her cheek, Elaine's mother -

"Elly! P-... Y-you - "

Red. Everything - red. Blood racing from her puffy, thong-wedgied groin to the pounding in her skull.

Elaine's next shot went for the opposite side, closed fist, but this time a defensive hand -

"NrRRGh - "

Deflected, fingers tangled in her mom's hair. She -

WHAP!

The black girl's red world was shocked, disoriented by furious stinging. The side of her face burned, and coppery -

"GhhN!"

Instinctively pulling her mother close by her hair, wild, loose flailing hit her arm, her shoulder and raised elbow.

Her mom had hit her! "You hit me!" Slapped her across the face, and tried to hit her again!

Again, and again ineffective blows hit Elly's defenses - hair broke in her fingers. Her grip pulled looser -

There was no space left between the women. Pressed together, the claws came out. Her mother - digging into her shoulder, her back, pulling at the laces of her new red dress.

"EyYAAh!"

Elaine's own fingernails lashed, flashed, and found a tender handle, perfectly gripable.

The teenager grabbed her mother's bare, flopping brown boob - palm on her nipple, nails in her flesh.

"Ya-aAH!

She hung on, dug in, as they whirled, as the world spun, and fell, and the tangled colored girls tumbled halfway out of the musky supply closet.

"Oof!"

Her mom's naked front half on top of her.

And her legs scrambled for purchase, to pin - !

Panic. The weight, the pain in her cheek and shoulder, the nudity **** on her, hotly pressing her down.

Elaine fought - bucking, kicking and kneeing, her strong shoulders and stomach straining to turn her mom, to keep the older negress's weight from struggling fully on top of her and pinning her.

"Get... off, you old skank!" Elly's palm found her mother's chin. Pushed, and **** her head up.

"Mmph!" Creating space.

Enough space that by flexing her stomach, putting her knees between them, the young athlete flipped her mother right on her back - with a horrible ripping sound, taking a good chunk of Elly's stretchy red dress with her.

Elaine gasped at her sudden partial nudity. Her suddenly freed teen breasts and ripped dress.

Eyes meeting... the two black women, mother and daughter, looked right at each other - panting and sweating; torn, scratched, and bruised.

Movement. Her mom. Sudden panicked scrambling - either retreating for the stairs or repositioning for another ****.

It didn't matter.

"No!"

Elly pounced on instinct, tackling her nearly naked mother onto the older woman's back. Bare brown chests mashed together for a moment, slipping over each other, as Elaine mounted her mother's stomach, pinning her and controlling her body.

"L-leave me - !!" Struggling beneath her, Elaine's mother -

"OW!" Elly howled. Her mother bit... bit her!

WHAP!! Elly slapped her mother's face off her tender flesh, and pinned -

"-Gh!" A knee hit Elaine's lower back, and, "-Ng!" Another. She was too far away for it to be painful, but it jarred her, and fending off her mother's claws - a foot appeared in her face. An ankle awkwardly positioning to wrap her up and dislodge her, while the firm stomach and ribs between her split thighs b-bumped and jumped - bucking into her puffy, practically exposed l-little - "-Gn!"

Another knee, more foot in her face, and Elly had enough. Rolling off, trying to find her feet - "What the hell?!"

Nails flashed, and without her feet fully underneath her they scratched Elaine's exposed hip, her round brown butt, and hooked on the g-string that was barely concealing her.

Elaine danced away, avoiding her crawling mother's scramble-tackle, and kicked her way right out of her thong panties - hopping on one foot and grabbing them from her ankles to stop from tripping -

Jesus! Another scrambling, half-kneeling rush, another narrow miss -

WhhP!

The bare-bottomed teen whipped her mother away with the wet-heavy, stretchy little thong - whipped it right across her mom's muscled black back.

Whhp!

"Ah! E-Elly - !" Her mom, raising her head -

WhPP!!

Elly's mom got the next thong-whip right across her ear and cheek, full ****.

"-NhHH!"

A wild flash in her mother's eyes was all the warning Elly got before she was being chased again. Picking up her feet, squealing in surprise - a huffing, puffing, biting brown mess lunged after Elly, chased her across the floor, leading with sharp, snapping teeth.

C-christ! Elaine leapt a-and with one tender breast hanging free, broken dress laces loosely dangling at her side...

Dancing gracelessly away, shin hooked by her mother's elbow, she half tackled, half fell on her mother's back. She -

"-Ghh!"

The bucking thing beneath her wouldn't let her stand. T-teeth - !

"M-mom!"

Thong panties in hand, Elly hooked the stretchy string in her mom's mouth, through her flashing teeth, and pulled.

She righted herself as best she could, and held on for dear life. Hair in one hand and panty bit, bridle, and reins in the other, pulling and directing... riding her mom like a bronco, Elaine gripped tight with her knees and tried to balance, touching her feet to the ground to keep from turning or falling -

"-Uff!"

The bucking and butt-on-butt slapping, jarring her a-and... and Elly sat hard, put all her weight down on the small of her mother's back.

"Enough!"

Letting go of the crazed woman's coarse hair, broken strands falling from her fingers, Elly pulled hard on her thong bit - feeling her panties bite into her mother's lips and stretch the older woman's cheeks. She pulled and as hard as she could, Elaine reached back and -

WHAP!

Slapped... spanked her mom's raised black butt behind her.

W-ap!

Almost missing the moving target, pulling hard on her reins and gripping with her knees, she -

WhaP! WHAP!!

Elaine gritted her teeth. Shaking out her stinging hand, she pulled her reins and squeezing her thighs around her mom's ribs like a vice. The colored girl punched -

THnnK!

A hammer fist, directly on the metal strip between the twin globes of her mom's buttcheeks, where a slight, raised impression marked the bulb lodged inside her mother's rectum.

"Puh-!"

THnK!

Again, "E-Elly," and again.

"Pl-Nn!"

Elly slammed her fist into her mother's chastity belt, hammered at the butt plug, her own naked flesh flying with the **** of her motion, absorbing her mothers struggles with her legs a-and butt until -

"P-phleease..."

There was no more fighting against her thighs. Just sobs, and jerks, and squirms when she hit.

The fight was over. Maybe... maybe long over. Her fist stung... her palm stung.

The teenager s-stood up on shaky legs, a-and...

The closet door stood open. Her mother's treasure trove in full view. Mister Fluffy, tipped on his side in the scuffle, eyes watching.

Elaine resisted an urge to kick her fallen mother. To knee her and slap her all over again and -

She sloppily, partially yanked her dress over her hips. Glancing down, her thoroughly beaten mom's head was in the carpet, sucking gently on the skimpy g-string left between her lips.

"You... are going to follow me," Through gritted teeth, Elly...

Elaine didn't have a plan. She lifted, pulled, and twisted the panties at the base of her mom's skull - securing her hold.

The negro teenager led her crawling mother by her wet thong harness - led her, perversely stretched-wide lips and all.

"Mister Fluffy. Grab him," Elly paused barely long enough for the open-robed negress to grab her stuffed companion before pulling on her makeshift bit, and marching to the stairs.

Almost too exhausted physically, emotionally, to care that her partially concealed bubble butt was trotting in her mother's face, her swollen brown sex inches away, Elly pulled at the hem of her dress as they climbed. G-god, then there was her front, her single freed breast...

She only had so many hands. So much energy. And after everything she had seen and touched...

The teen climbed, and tried not to think about what she was flashing, what her mom could see. Didn't respond to the muted whimpering behind her all the way up to her room - mother in tow.

"Sit." Elaine commanded, pointing to her bed. Not that her mom had much choice, led by her panty bridle.

Her mom sat.

Elain stood. Looming over her mother... her mom, corners of her mouth stretched toward her ears, looked up pathetically, pleading with her brown eyes...

Elly slowly unwrapped the head restraint. Held her red g-string in a closed fist, dangling it like a trophy.

"Am I going to have to worry about these going missing, too?" Elaine's sarcastic tone dripped acid.

... And her mother hesitated. Hesitated! Eyes narrowing, knuckles flexing around the soggy string in her fist, Elly -

"N-no! Um, no." Poofy hair shook wildly, "They..."

Elly's mom grabbed the edges of her skimpy little kimono, and tried to close it. Tried -

Elaine slapped her mother's trembling hands away. After everything - everything... it was dishonest. It was fake, a-a cover up of exactly what was wrong.

"Don't bother," The teen sneered, and stared down her mother, stared into her mom's downcast eyes until the older woman stopped fiddling with the edges of her oriental robe, stopped picking at her silken belt and dropped her hands to her sides.

Leaving her robe... open.

Smooth lavender gray contrasted rich brown skin, full curves, an indented belly button, soft lines of muscle and hard lines of steel framed by the sprout of dense curly pubic hairs and... on one side... a partially revealed, gently bumpy aureola.

Breathing... a shuddering breath, deep - Elaine filled... filled with mixed female musk and heady female power, together.

Elly grabbed the small silver key, sitting on her bed.

"I'm unlocking you."

The black woman licked her full lips. Her lips... "I - I deserve to be locked up." God, shut up. "P-punished. E-Elly, I - "

"Shut up." Elly was... she was so... still so angry with her mother. Coldly angry, instead of hot - like during their fight.

Disgusted.

And, almost as disgusted and angry with herself.

"Slut," The black teen, head up, told her mother's eyes even as she stuck her key in. Pulling at the contraption, both hands occupied, her dress slowly responded to gravity, peeling away from the sweat of her too-hot brown skin. The curve of her breast. "Skanky, thieving - "

"S-stop. Stop. Please..."

Rotating her wrist. Turning the key.

"This was the problem. You needed an outlet."

Elly pulled.

"You couldn't help it, could you?" Brand's words... or Cheryl's, to her. Elly couldn't remember, she just -

"C-couldn't..." Her mom leaned against her. Her shoulders. Her... chest. And Elly let her. She...

"Its natural, for you," Elly whispered.

Metal slid. Slim silver strips parted.

"Isn't it?"

The backside had some pull. Caught on...

"Uu..."

Stuck, up her mom's butthole.

The pull was slow. Elly didn't **** it, she...

"U-uoo." Chin on Elly's shoulder, sweat-wet breasts smooshing together... her mother's hands limp at her sides...

The chastity belt was finally released to the sound of some quiet noise.

A faint, wet last grab.

The sturdy latex piece stuck in her mom's anus popped out, and that familiar feminine smell, now far more powerful without a belt to block it, slipped... slipped into the black girl's broad, full nostrils.

Elaine sighed, and...

She let her mother rest there, a moment. Chin gently on her shoulder. Breasts touching... flat against each other. She tentatively stroked her mother's hair, hair she had been pulling and twisting a moment ago, and let her fingers brush... brush through the bushy, wiry black stuff.

"Okay..."

A little tangle. Not pulling, lifting her hand, brushing anew...

"Okay, Mom."

Pushing softly on her mom's shoulders, Elly winced when she saw -

O-oh. Elaine swallowed.

Her mother had gotten by far the worse of their fight. At least - Elly hoped so. She couldn't imagine looking like...

Her mother's thick lips were puffy, and dumbly slack. Her cheek, just below her eye, was already swelling from Elaine's hook to her face. Her eyes... teary, and a little off.

Blank.

And a faint line, where her mom had been whipped across her face, purple-brown against brown. God, that anger - !

She felt it, all over. Still in her. Elly's own scratches still throbbed, the scratches, the slaps...!

Sympathy, protectiveness mixed strangely with betrayal, hurt and... and musk. Physical... Elly...

In a fit of belligerent passion, Elaine pinched something hairy between her mom's legs, and twisted, and tugged. And when she saw her mom's eyes tear up, she touched the woman who raised her, touched her cheek soothingly, lovingly... caressed it...

She yanked her mother's pubes harder. She twisted angrily, sneered cruelly, and looked on while her mom's slack lips flapped and gasped...

Even... even as her teen heart broke. Even as she felt like a little girl.

"I'm sorry," Elly murmured, and meant it. She...

Elly kissed her mother's injured cheek. She let go.

Elaine grabbed a new pinchful of her mother's pubes, lower - not between her mom's hips, but between the older woman's thighs... where the skin beneath them was softer, where it stretched obscenely...

"Slut."

She pulled. Hard.

"F-fuck! Elly..." Whispered in her ear...

Elly got even closer to her mom's body. Formed her naked youth into it, and -

God it felt warm. It felt angry. God, it felt...

Elly kissed the corner of her mom's mouth. Where her thong had pulled and stretched it i-into...

"ooo..."

Eyes closed.

Lips... so close. Swollen and thick and pursed... ape-hooting in pain ever so softly...

Elly didn't mean to kiss them, too. But they were swollen, distended, in a perfect circle, and she brushed by them as she pulled away.

Her breasts, her body... w-warmth soothed her, touched her naked skin, squeezed and molded to every part of her that needed it.

Need.

And p-pulling hard at female genitals - without protest, with the power to touch, hurt, feel and do anything she wanted...

Anything she needed. The state Cheryl had left her in. Brand. She...

When her lips touched what she needed, she kissed. Unbelievably soft lips, full lips kissed back, and tongues fought.

Lips locked, tongues clashed and probed - fencing for control. To pass, and slip over teeth, down a fuh- "G-mp!" A f-fuh-fucking throat. Collapsing on the bed, eyes still closed - a firm thigh between her legs touched her need. Hairy wetness on her own thigh. Sliding along, while her own hairless little box slipped along firm, strong heat. Mashing hard into her body, just like her bared breasts, while her hands laced with hands, struggling, pushing, pushing along arms and shoulders, hugging and pulling and forcing, bodies rolling and trying t-to top...

Breathe.

Elly's lungs burned. Sucked in air without oxygen, sucked in wet, firm tongue.

Struggling. Her whole body shaking, fighting, sweating, sliding and struggling -

Burning. Air.

Breathe.

Elly parted lips, and took a breath. The darkness threatening to envelope her retreated.

She breathed, and found her hips still moving, her hands still touching.

Slowly...

Elly swallowed, and slowly s-stopped. Humping. She allowed her mother to keep t-touching her breasts, undulating her hips, hair and soft skin sliding on her thigh.

O-oh...

Elly swallowed.

No. N-

The black girl shook her head.

Oh, god.

Sick. She was going t-to be...

A hand, a female hand traveled up her side, cupped her breast. Thumbed her erect nipple.

Her mother.

Oh, god.

Spinning.

It was a dream, had been a dream, and she was s-s-so -

Elly, dazed, not quite believing... she ran her fingers down her mom's naked body - her mom, beat up, on her back, eyes closed, Elaine's... not believing, disconnected from Elly's growing consciousness, proving it was real...

Real. Trembling, her hand brushed over the prone negress's clavicle, over her gravity-flattened breasts, her ribs, her firm stomach...

Her mom's hand grabbed her wrist. Eyes fluttering open, her grip was iron - and far too real.

"E-Elly!" Eyes open. Wide. S-scared, and -

O-oh... god!

The door opened behind Elaine, and the shock of cool, unscented air hit her as painfully as any whip.

No!

"Holy - !"

There wasn't even a moment to react to Cheryl's voice, the door suddenly opening, before the slender white secretary, dressed in her panties and a t-shirt, screamed and slammed the door shut.

Oh, god! Scrambling, separating herself from her mother, her hands from her m-m-mom's, her legs, h-her - E-Elly - !

Cheryl's cry of alarm immediately became audible laughter - belly laughter, barely muffled by the thick wooden door.

"Oh my god! Brand! Brand!!"

N-no!

"Mom!" Elly's breath was a harsh whisper. Grabbing her dress... a torn mess. The laces running up her side - destroyed. The single shoulder strap was still intact, but somewhere the single boob that it was still capable of covering had b-been...

Elly stuffed it back into place,

She d-didn't have time to be sick. Her heart was beating like a jackhammer, but the blood had drained from her face, leaving cold sweat. Trying desperately to pull her dress down over clingy sweat - throbbing, burning hot, ashy cool, sh-she -

Her mom! Just sitting dumbly, only having moved to prop herself up, her kimono hanging wide open, revealing her breasts and bush a-and - !

The door opened again, seconds after closing. Cheryl with an accusatory finger pointing, wagging at Elly as she tried to regain her modesty. As her mother sat like a - a damn lump!

"Brand! They were... they were touching each other! They - " It pointed, Cheryl's finger wagged in her... their... direction. Elaine folder her arms over her chest a-and... p-please. Elly shook her head vehemently. She -

"We - we weren't!" B-Brand! Please! Tears, frustration... cover up, Mom! H-he...! "We weren't doing a-anything," Elly sobbed. "It's not... it's - "

"Oh, god, ew!" Cheryl's hands shook at the wrist, like she had touched some foul - "Yes, yes they were! Yes, you were!"

She was no longer laughing, either. The door opened all the way. Completely.

Stop. P-please...

Brand. And the look he gave her -

His eyes saw everything.

"Grab your belt. I think you'd better leave your daughter's room, Vanessa."

"Now."

Elly... neither black woman looked at each other. Neither could, perhaps ever again. Mother and d-daughter...

The door clicked shut, with a shake of Cheryl's head, a still-shocked smile.

Elly... Elly felt something soft when she laid down, curled up with her eyes closed tight. Sick. Needs forbidden, and throbbing for release, making her squirm, making...

Mister Fluffy's soft nose brushed her arm, as she twisted in bed.

Feeling... pulling... hugging her companion close, burying her stricken face, the hypnotic scent of female arousal tickled the interior of the teen girl's nose, along with the animal plushy's sex-stiffened fur.