Broken

Fiona cries her tears as her mother holds her tight. She felt humiliated to be so raw and exposed like this and yet it felt so fucking good. An emotional dam had burst letting out all of the long building fetid waters of guilt and resentment and grief.

Helen held her eldest also torn in two. She was so happy to be having this moment with her eldest daughter after so many years and yet with each of Fiona's bitter sobs came an awareness that she had let this situation happen in the first place. Helen had love in her heart but deep down she knew she was a terrible mother. All she could do now though is pick up the pieces where they lay, there was no going back to do things right in the first place.

Eventually Fiona is able to gather herself up again. She hugs her mom tight and sits back up, wiping the dark mascara stained tear streaks across her cheeks.

"There, ya broke me. Are you happy now?" Fiona says, more angry at herself than her mother.

"Fiona..." Helen starts.

Her daughter takes her by the shoulder and gives her a brief smile. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that." Helen smiles warmly. Fiona sighs. "And I shouldn't have said...well, you know."

"I know." Helen takes Fiona's hand. "I understand." She bring the hand to her breast and squeezes it. "Can we start again? You and I? Can we try to make this work?"

Fiona lets out another long breath and nods. "Yeah, of course. I do love you Mom, though it's hard sometimes."

"I know baby. I love you too."

"And I know I'm not easiest to get along with."

Helen nods, not able to deny it.

Fiona chuckles. "We are so fucked up."

Helen kisses Fiona's hand. "Broken but together, that's our family in a nutshell."

"Mom."

"Yes?"

"I'm proud to be a Bailey. Truly proud. I wouldn't want to be in any other family."

Helen's love warms her heart. "Me too baby, me too." She strokes Fiona's beautiful hair with her free hand. "Hey, you want a blowjob? You want Mama to suck you and make you feel good?"

Fiona kisses her mother's plump lips. "Not right now, thank you."

"Okay."

"Mom."

"Yeah?"

"If Daddy was here...would he be...a part of the family...in our special way?"

"Oh Fiona, I doubt it." The pair of them snuggle together and settle back into the sofa. "He was a good man. A normal man. I don't think he'd approve of any of this."

Fiona smiles. "I think he would."

"You do!?"

Fiona nods. "Yeah, I do."

"Fiona...he never...did anything to you, did he?" Helen's body begins to tense.

"No! Of course not." Fiona pats her mother's arm to settle her. "He was wonderful. Daddy never could have done anything to me. But...I would have loved to know him as an adult." She laughs and nuzzles a kiss into her mom's head. "I think we could have tempted him to the dark side." Her crimson lips curl into a devilish smile. "Daddy never could say no to me."

"You are so bad!" Helen laughs with her daughter. "Oh my god! He doted on you, his love for you so pure."

"Yeah, would have made it all the sweeter." Fiona sighs. "What was he like? In bed I mean?"

Helen studies her daughter's face a bit hesitant to talk of such things. But she was the one who had opened this can of worms, it was only fair to answer Fiona's questions.

"Now, remember, he was a normal man."

Fiona nods, understanding that he had to be measured against regular people and not Bailey's. "I know, I know."

"He was...incredible!" Helen beams as the memories start to come back. "Oh my goodness, what a man. Gentle with his children yet a firm confident guiding hand. He didn't take crap from anybody, especially when it came to his family. You are so much like him." She closes her eyes and rests her head against Fiona's arm. "In bed he was amazing. It wasn't easy but he would bottom for me...and yet...somehow it still felt like he was on top. He'd pin me down...suck me...eat me out...I was at his mercy and I loved it." She sighs. "He knew how to control me. He could play me like a guitar, ohhh how I sang for that man."

"He made you cum? Both ways?" Fiona presses. Her mother was, to put it mildly, a size queen with a pussy as big as a house.

"Ohh yes. He was a big man by non-Bailey standards. Almost as big as your aunt."

Fiona's grin widens. "I knew it! I could just tell in the photos he had that big dick energy."

"Yes he did. Your father was all man." Helen cozies in deeper, enjoying the feeling of Fiona's arms around her. "And strong! Oh my goodness. He could sweep me off of my feet as easy as anything." Helen lets out a girlish giggle, her thick body jiggling. "And I'm not the smallest of women."

Fiona closes her eyes too and dreams of being on her tall handsome Daddy's arm. Two tall strong beautiful blonde powerhouses with the others gathered around at their feet. A god and a goddess, father and daughter, like the epic myths of the old world. Ohhh how she would make him proud!

"Would you have shared him?" Fiona asks.

"Of course." Helen says. "I doubt he would of done it though."

"You underestimate us."

They stay like this for a time. Helen reliving pleasant memories and Fiona fantasizing about what might have been.

Just then a meek little squeak brings them back to reality. It was Chloe.

The open their eyes and look over to see a completely naked Chloe streaked head to toe in sweat, pussy juice, and dried cum with a worried guilt ridden expression her pouting face. Her hands are in front of her, her fingers nervously fiddling. She looks up through her cloudy smeared lenses with those huge brown eyes of hers.

Helen laughs. "Oh my lord girl! What have you been up to?"

Fiona however is jolted by the reminder of what she had wrought upstairs. Her eyes glance toward the clock. Chloe still had twenty minutes to go, why was she here early?

"Um..." Chloe says in a tiny scared voice. "...I think I broke her."