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She came home to visit me from school only to drop the huge bomb on me that it would be a permanent stay, not a temporary drop in.
Apparently she’s on academic suspension for…hold on to your pants: getting caught blowing the professor she interns for with a huge pile of coke out on his desk.
The worst part is, it isn’t even the worst of her offenses. Hell, not even her worst *this year*.
To say I’ve had enough with her slutty, careless, hedonistic behavior would be an understatement.
Her getting more or less kicked out of school and threatened with further disciplinary and even criminal action after all the years I spent bending my back stripping and waitressing to pay for her education is where I finally declare, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH.
Maybe it’s because she caught me drunk and already in a bad mood, or maybe I was just really livid over the lackadaisical way she revealed her latest nympho fuck up to me…but…folks…I snapped.
When she came in my room I had been in the process of inspecting the new strap on I had bought off of Amazon to use on a dear friend and playmate that plans on visiting me soon, and suddenly it caught my eye.
“Wait,” I said when she started to get up off my bed to leave for the other room after telling me the news.
She turned back to look at me and suddenly all I could focus on was the way her tight spandex dress was hugging her toned, slim, ridiculously curvy young body.
I barely saw my daughter anymore.
I saw a tight little whore that needed to be punished beyond what a ordinary mother could do.
Not giving myself any chance to second guess things, I grabbed up the strapon and slid it into place on my body without ever breaking eye contact with my now very confused, not to mention concerned, looking daughter.
Then, grabbing hold of her wrist, I bent her over the end of my gigantic bed and slid my hand down between her legs to confirm my suspicions. Sure enough, she was panty free, freshly waxed, and so wet my fingers practically gilded right inside of her without even trying.
And she was tight, too.
So, *so* fucking tight.
Before she could get another word out, I had the strap on buried in her dripping cunt and was pumping away at her as I scolded her for being such a disappointment and a whore. She had brought shame to our family, shame to me, and I intended to make sure she fully knew it by the time she finally left my room.
When she finally did, her make up was running all down her face and she could barely walk straight. She was also so sticky and covered in both her sweat and juices and mine that I heard the shower begin up as soon as we parted methods.
We didn’t talk about what had happened the next morning once I had sobered up, but we didn’t have to.
The way she caressed her sexy foot up my calf underneath the table at breakfast told me that we were on the same page.
NSFW: yes
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