Date: Fri, 29 May 2015 20:47:27 -0400
From: Alexandra Maar <alexandramaar719@gmail.com>
Subject: Blind Angel - Part 1

Lesbian, incest, oral, anal, strapon, F/F F/f

Blind Angel

Part 1

I come from a well-to-do family on the Upper East Side, but when I was 11,
my life took a very bad turn.  My father had raped me from the age of 8 to
11.  Just before my twelfth birthday, I gave birth to my beautiful daughter
Elise. Immediately after, my father was arrested and sent to prison and my
family became the pariahs of the Upper East Side.  No number of Birkin bags
or the amount of my father's wealth could undo any of the damage.  You're
not shown pity in the UES, you're ignored if you're no longer following the
queen bee of your building and part of the status quo.


My mother was not much help, she was a lush and a pill head, usually passed
out by 3pm when I would get home from school.  She too had many many passes
at me and several times had joined me in my bed and made me do things for
her. We had moved from the UES to update New York and even there rumors had
followed us.  My mother couldn't bear to be seen in the city any longer,
but withstood the barrage of insults thrown at her and would later take
them out on me.


My mother's advances only increased after my father went to prison. After a
few weeks of sentencing, after my body had returned to its proper skinny
form I was required to sleep in my mother's bed every night.  She forced me
to have a cesarian so that "my cunt will stay tight for her" and over the
next six years she stretched it every which way she could think of.  I was
often crying after a night of being fucked in my ass by her strap-on.  She
loved to humiliate me afterwards too and would often drag me to the tub and
piss all over me as I cried my eyes out in front of her.  She made me stay
covered in her piss for hours sometimes before I was allowed to shower and
join her in bed.


My father had taken a plea, and as part of that plea, most of his wealth
was put into a trust for me and my daughter. I thought about emancipating
from my mother for years, but took her abuse and the day I turned 18 and
had access to my trust I moved Elise-now nearly 6-and I to the Poconos.  I
bought a small cabin in a remote location to make sure we weren't found by
my mother or father when he was released.  My mother died a few months
later from an overdose on vicodin and wine.  Not surprising.  I vowed that
I would never be taken advantage of again by anyone.


Elise had a rough childhood.  She was sick most of her infancy and toddler
years and one infection resulted in the loss of her sight when she was 3-I
blame my father for her constant illness.  Elise further suffered because
of how my mother treated me.  Elise had been a bit estranged from me, but I
wanted to change that and become the mother I needed to be for her. Because
of my trust, I would never have to work and could always be there for her.
She would never have to either, or her children and children's children.


Elise was growing into a beautiful girl. I decided to homeschool her and
found a tutor that specialized working with blind children and getting them
ready for adulthood.  The one I found wasn't much older than me, maybe just
a few years older, but she was a very good  teacher having grown up with
blind siblings herself.  The first time I had met Chelsie, we instantly hit
it off and became friends as well and very soon after that more than
friends.


Chelsie and I kept our relationship a secret from Elise for the first year
or so in hopes of not confusing her and allowing to focus on learning and
getting to function properly in the world.  It was the hardest thing in the
world not telling Elise the truth, but I knew that I would tell her
everything in due time.


When Elise and I were alone, I rarely wore more clothes than I had to.
Most often I was just in a t-shirt, sometimes I may have had on boxers.
Elise often followed suit out of instinct to be like me.  We often fell
asleep on the couch, her head in my lap as I ran my fingers through her
hair and read to her.  More often than not she would end up wrapped around
my leg sound asleep.


Late one night I woke up and my legs were completely numb.  I couldn't move
them and looked down to see why.  Elise was laying flat on them on her
tummy.  Then I noticed something more, something that made my pussy twitch
with wicked thoughts.  Elise was lying face down with her face in my
crotch.  I could feel her breath on my pubic hair as I realized I wasn't
wearing panties.  I rubbed the outside of my thighs to get some feeling
back into them and my legs spread slightly and her face dropped farther
into my crotch.  I ran my head through her hair in time with her breathing,
feeling her hot breath on my labia.  The wicked thought I had about making
her lick my pussy entered my mind again and I felt my juices starting to
flow.  I wanted nothing more than to feel my daughters tongue.


No! No! I thought.  I would not go down the path my mother did.  I couldn't
do that to Elise.  But my thoughts lingered long on the thought of if I
made Elise do what I had to do for my own mother.  When I shook myself out
of it, I could sense that Elise's breathing had changed, she was just
breathing through her nose as it bumped my clit; her breath moved along my
hairy pussy and tickled it when I realized - my god she's inhaling my scent!


I eased Elise off of me and tucked a pillow under her head and a blanket
over her.  I kissed her brow and went to the kitchen.  It was only
midnight, so I poured myself a glass of wine and texted Chelsie that I
needed to see her right now.  She relied back almost immediately that she'd
be there in 10 minutes.  I began rubbing my clit and felt my wetness flow
down my legs.  I stopped just short of having an orgasm, I wanted to save
it for Chelsie.


I was so worked up the t-shirt I was wearing was drenched with sweat and I
pulled it over my head and tossed it in the laundry.  Just then I heard
Chelsie softly knocking on the door.  I peeked out of the window to make
sure it was her and opened the door slowly completely naked.  I held my wet
fingers to her mouth to keep her quiet and she could smell my musky scent
under her nose and smirked at me.  I took her hand, lead her into the house
and towards my bedroom.  We got to the top of the stairs when out of
nowhere my whole thought process changed and it was almost as if I had just
become someone else.  The thoughts of my daughter raced through my mind
once again.  I let go of Chelsie's hand and grabbed her hair and dragged
her hard into my room and to my bed.  Chelsie started to resist, I pulled
her shoulder length brown hair harder and twisted it in my hand.


Chelsie cried out after that and I smacked her hard across her face.  I
threw her to the floor and dragged her so her back was against the bed and
her head tilted upward on the mattress.  I ground my pussy into her mouth
and she immediately began to suck my labia and my clot.  I kept girding
against her face, rubbing my hairy asshole against her nose.  Did I even
shower that day, I might not even have the day before.  As I felt Chelsie's
tongue do its duty on my clit, I thought more about Elise and what Elise
was doing.  Was she awake?  Was she purposely smelling my pussy odor?
Chelsie sure loved the taste, why wouldn't Elise?  So many thoughts flooded
my mind as I came in Chelsie's mouth.  I heard her gag and realized I had
squirted in her mouth and flooded it so much my juices were running down
her chin.


"Smell my dirty asshole, Elise!" I commanded Chelsie who hesitated.  "Smell
it, tell me how much you like to smell mommy's dirty asshole!"  Chelsie
moaned in response and I felt the air rush as she sniffed my ass and rubbed
her nose against my hairy hole.  "That's right Elise, you never knew this
until tonight, but I think I've known it all along, but you're mine.
Permanently. And this is just the beginning."  I grabbed Chelsie's hair
tightly and started using her entire face to wipe my ass, from my dirty
hairy hole to my sweaty ass cheeks, she was going to smell like my ass
tonight - all night - and I could only wish it was really Elise serving me
in this way.  I rubbed my clit as Chelsie's tongue worked its magic on my
hole, expertly sliding up in side it and cleaning it all out.  I came again
squirting my cum all over her blouse and jeans.


I held on to Chelsie's hair and laid on the bed turning over on to my
stomach.  I couldn't believe this, I had never had Chelsie lick my asshole
before, hell I had always been freshly showered when she went down on my
and slid her tongue between my lipid and my clit.  Yet all that entered my
mind were thoughts of my mother and what I had to do to her every night,
nasty disgusting things.  For a second I could taste my mother's acrid pee
in my mouth and wondered how many times she had done that.


"That's it, Elise, clean mommy's ass.  You're going to be such a good
little ass eater aren't you.  Do you like how it smells?  I bet you do!"
Chelsie continued her task of sloppily licking all over my ass.  I even
fell asleep and woke up to find it 4am and Chelsie with her tongue still
buried deep.  I made my asshole pucker and accidentally farted in her
mouth.  Chelsie moaned again.  "My daughter is such a good girl!"


I pulled Chelsie up to me and kissed her mouth, sucking on her lips and
tongue, sliding my tongue into her mouth.  I could taste my dirty ass on
her lips and began licking my scent off of her face.  We made out some more
and Chelsie rubbed my pussy so I could cum again.  I was completely
exhausted as Chelsie and I cuddled. I took the opportunity to rip off her
blouse as she worked her way out of her jeans so we were both naked in my
bed.


"That was definitely unexpected," Chelsie finally said.


"I really don't know where that came from. I'm sorry if I did things you
didn't like."


"I don't believe you, what happened before you texted me tonight?  You were
practically begging me to come over.  And I said it was unexpected, not
unwelcome," Chelsie said as she flashed her grin at me.


I carefully told Chelsie what had happened earlier in the night with Elise
and how it had turned me on and awoken something inside me that didn't hit
me until we were at the top of the stairs.


"Well, you know what you have to do, don't you Devin?"


"I really don't, Chelsie, tonight was such a... rush of insanity I don't know
if it was real."


"Oh it was definitely real." Chelsie kissed me again and I could smell my
odor on her face.  I knew at that moment she would sleep like that and not
wash her face the next day if I asked.  "And I'll help you."


"Help me do what?"


"Make Elise yours, forever.  Make it so she's really the one who you are
making do such nasty things - and I know where this is going after what you
did to me tonight.  I think she liked the smell of your cunt, I know I
did.  I bet she will love the smell of your ass as well." Chelsie's fingers
returned to my wet pussy, rubbing my clit and tugging lightly on my public
hair.


"I don't know Chelsie, I... I know what it would be like from her end."


"Who cares about what she thinks.  What you tell her to think she will
think.  And I'll help you..."


"Help me?"


"Help you.  On two conditions, one you let me drink your pee again -"


"- again?  When did you drink my pee."


"When you came in my mouth, it wasn't just cum, it was pee and I must say
that I loved it.  Elise is going to love it too.  But two conditions again
- one I want to drink your pee when you have to go and two - I want to help
turn her into yours to use however you want.  We can even do it together
and make her yours permanently.  You can make me yours permanently too if
you want."


"Permanently, what do you mean? I don't understand..."


"Don't play stupid with me.  You know exactly what I mean.  Daughters are
only good for one thing.  Pleasing their mother."  I had an instant
flashback to the 6 years I spent in my mothers bed. How sore my pussy and
ass and mouth were every morning.  The licking, drinking and swallowing.  I
started to get angry.  For a second I thought I should be angry with
Chelsie, but then I realized I was owed and that Elise would only know what
life, the true life of serving me.  All the things my mother threatened to
do to me I was going to do to Elise.  I realized then that I owned her,
that I always have.  Now it was time to show it.


"And you want to use her too, don't you, Chelsie."


"I most definitely do, but I'm sure not as much as you do and I only will
with your permission.  And you'll have me to use as well if you want.
We'll raise her together to be your slave. You know with the both of us
Elise will also be well taken care of." Chelsie gave me her sexy cheshire
grin.


It hit me that that was what I truly wanted.  I laid on my back and pushed
Chelsie down by her head to my pussy and held it tight  against my lips as
I filled her mouth again with me golden pee.


"Fuck, Elise is going to be my slave, whether she wants to be or not."


Outside her mother's door, Elise could hear every terrifying thing her
mother said and quickly went to her room and in her confusion began to cry,
unsure if it was from fear or happiness as she remembered the scent of her
mother's hairy pussy.



Copyright 2014 Alexandra



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