"Lick it up" (switch to Caroline POV)

You want to head into your daughter's room about the same time she does, maybe a little bit after. You only have one chance to get this right for your man.

You wonder, if someone had told you just a day ago that you'd be jumping headlong into the act of perverting and degrading your own little girl, would you have believed it?

Oh well. A day ago is a day ago. You were someone else then. You're someone else today. Something else. Something better. And in a few hours, at most, Zoe will be someone else too. Right now, she has no idea.

You wait, anxious, eager, your thighs rub together. Your slit is wet at the thought of what's about to happen, not exactly knowing what's going to happen.

Zoe still in the kitchen, gets a glass of water. You can hear her pour it from the tap. In the future, you think, she'll get refreshed by drinking a glass of cum.

Your mind flashes back onto that video you just watched in Shannon's room. You wonder if she just rubs off to that sort of thing, or if she's actually doing it. You genuinely hope the latter. The taste of her is still on your lips from licking those dildos.

Zoe keeps farting around in the kitchen. You're starting to get annoyed. You want her, need her to get to her bedroom so you can get to it.

Then finally, finally she heads to her room. You wait around a corner. She goes in. You follow.

She sees her mirror immediately, the cum dripping down it. The message "love Joey" written in lipstick.

"What the hell?" She says to herself.

"I was thinking the same thing" you say, taking a moment to notice what she looks like today.

Zoe has the exact same long dirty blonde hair as you do, but a bit curly. She's got big green eyes and a petite little 18 year old's body with a-cups, long skinny legs that gap in the thigh. Today she's wearing a pink tank top and a pair of tight skinny jeans. You've never looked at your daughter this way before. But nothing in your mind tells you it's wrong. Standing here just talking, without your face buried in her cunt is wrong.

Zoe looks at you and shakes her head. "Joey is such a pervert."

"Is he?" You ask.

"Yeah. Everyone in school knows it too. And I know he's screwed like all of my friends. He just needs to stop."

You give her a quizzical look.

"Did you not know that he's a big perv?" She asks.

"No." you answer, though you're happy to find out. "I just learned that your sister is quite the pervert."

Now it's Zoe's turn to give you a quizzical look. "She is?"

"Her computer is filled with the most wonderful porn."

"It is?" Zoe's not sure how to react to this.

"And now that I know what your brother is like, I have to wonder if it runs in the family... being a pervert, that is."

"Well I don't know. How would... wait, what?" Suddenly Zoe kinda gets what you're trying to say.

"If it's in their minds all the time. And it's in my mind all the time. I have to ask honey... is it in yours?"

Zoe just stares. She doesn't seem quite mortified that her mom is asking her these things. She just seems uncertain. Finally she lands on an answer. "Well Mom, that's... private."

"Doesn't look like your brother thinks it's private" you nod toward the mirror. "Any reason why he might think you'd be happy to get this gift?"

Zoe doesn't answer. She clearly doesn't know what to say. She seems to be working up the courage to admitting something, maybe that her mind is just as perverted as the rest of her families"

So you continue. "It's all out there now. You can tell me if your mind is like mine, constantly filled with the most vile, kinky, and wonderful thoughts. Clearly Shannon's is. Clearly Joey's is. So tell me... are you a proud member of this family?"

"P....proud?" Zoe's been raised like most girls, to think that sex isn't something done in polite society.

But you can take care of that. "Of course. You say. Our family was made to fuck. You know your great grandmother was a famous dance hall girl. And your grandma, my mom, cheated on your grandfather constantly. She slept around as much as possible." These aren't lies. And as you say them out loud, you realize that you're not manipulating anyone, that it's the truth. Your heritage is one of fucking hard and wildly. "So if you want to be used, abused and humiliated, you don't need to be embarrassed by it."

Zoe's mouth has dropped. She wants to admit it. You know as much. She's turned on by what's happening. You can tell. You can see her little hard nipples through her shirt. "I don't know what to say."

"Just admit it. Say you're a slut." You take a step toward her. "I'm a slut. Shannon is a slut. All you need to..."

"I'm a slut" Zoe interrupts you, whispering. She lowers her head, her curly hair falls into her face. You're not sure if she's doing so in shame or servitude.

"Say it louder." you order.

"I'm a slut." She says a little louder.

"Shout it. Declare it. Be proud!" You demand.

She raises her head a bit. "I'm a slut!"

"What are you?"

"I'm a slut!"

"What are you?"

"I'M A SLUT!" She smiles.

So you lean in and give her a slap across the cheek. Not a hard one. No need to start her off any rougher than necessary. Then you pull her hair down, arching her back. She let out a gasp and a squeak.

You pull her over to the mirror and stand her in front of it. "What do you see?'

What she sees is her face behind a thick collection of dripping cum, as if her face itself has been covered. As the jizz drips down the mirror it look like it's dripping down her soft, young cheek. What she sees is herself as a slut.

And she smiles. "This makes it look like I'm..."

You interrupt "... half the slut your sister is."

Zoe turns to you and her face drops. She's disappointed, maybe in your response, maybe in herself.

"But we'll fix that." you say. And suddenly she's all smiles again. "Now shove your hand down your pants."

She does.

"Rub!" you order. She does. "Rub!" She squirms in her seat, her hand working hard at her little cunt. "RUB!" Her face is flush and red. She's really doing a number on herself for you. "What do sluts crave?" She glances at you, unsure of the answer. "What do sluts crave?" You ask again.

She nods. "C...cum"

You glance at the mirror. "Well, there it is."

And she understands what you're saying. And almost as if she has **** but to give in to her inner slut, she leans in to the mirror and begins to lick it up. She licks up the jizz in long, desire filled licks of her tongue. She let's it roll into the back of her mouth and swallows. When she gets to one particularly gooey bit she slurps it. It doesn't bother her at all that she thinks this cum is her brothers. Maybe it turns her on even more. It certainly turns you on even more.

When she's done she turns to you, her lips and chin messy with jizz. She smiles, looking for approval. She doesn't need approval. Not for doing what she was made for.

"Did I tell you to stop rubbing?" You ask.

Quickly her hand down in her pants goes to work again.

"What else do sluts crave?" You ask. And again, no answer. So you slap her again, this time a bit harder. She seems to like it. Or at the very least her hand seems to rub at herself harder as the sting of your slap lands on her face. "What else do sluts crave?"

You don't know what she's going to answer. But whatever it is, she's going to get it.