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Subject: {ASSM} Lending Daughter a Hand (Ff,Incest, MF, violence)
Date: Fri, 30 Nov 2001 19:10:08 -0500
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I read a story by Frank McCoy called Lending Mom a Hand and 
I don't know what it was about it, but it struck a chord in 
me.  Granted, my chord vibrated in the opposite way from 
what Frank's did.  However, that is what happens sometimes.  
Maybe it was the nonchalant, happy-go-lucky way in which 
the daughter's pregnancy was undertaken by her mother and 
father.  Whatever it was, the result is a much darker and
more violent story than what you usually read from me and 
in my opinion not very sexy at all.  You have been warned.

Lending Daughter a Hand

Mmmm . . . I woke up to the wonderful feeling of the lips 
of my sex being gently traced.  Some people take it for 
granted . . . both the foreplay and the gentleness.  

I don't.  Not anymore.

It has been long.  Far too long, since I have been loved or 
touched.  My husband Hank has been sick for many years.  
Not physically sick mind you.  His mind has been poisoned.  

God, those fingers feel good!  I slid my topmost leg 
further over the other to make myself available to his 
caress.  I dared not turn around.  I remembered what 
happened the last time. 

I had just got home from giving birth to Amber and it was 
our first night together, since I got home from the 
hospital.  Hank hadn't touched me since he found out I was 
pregnant.  I assumed it was because he was afraid he would 
hurt the baby.  Finally, we could resume our sex life, I 
thought, as I snuggled up to him in bed.  I pressed my ass 
against his manhood and began to slide it up and down, 
until I could feel his hardness.  Oh God, for just a 
moment, it was just like old times.  His hot breath felt 
good on my neck, even though it smelled of liquor.  His 
cock pressed into my sex with one quick thrust, causing me 
to gasp momentarily with pain.  I turned to tell him of my 
discomfort and that is when things went horribly wrong.  

I tried to take my mind off of the terrible past and 
concentrate on the wonderful present.  The gentle fingers 
knew exactly what I wanted as they traced circles around my 
clit and then dipped back into my quim, causing the lips of 
my pussy to open fully as they swelled with arousal.  I 
prayed this wasn't some sick joke of Hank's, as memories 
filled my mind once again.

"Wait!  Please Hank, I'm still sore," I begged him as I 
turned around.  His eyes were wild and scary.  His answer 
to me was the fist that crashed into my cheekbone.

"Damn you bitch!  You're ruined now!" he accused me, as he 
withdrew his cock and flipped me over on my stomach.  "Your 
cunt is useless to any man now.  I guess that only leaves 
one thing."

'No . . . no . . . no . . .' I begged silently, but I was 
too scared to mutter a sound.  He spread the cheeks of my 
ass and spit on my tightly clenched hole.  Then he rammed 
his sorry excuse for a dick into my ass, until I was forced 
to relax my muscles.  Then, he pounded it home in one 
vicious thrust.  I cried until my voice was hoarse, as he 
stabbed me time and time again with is cock.  Luckily, he 
came quickly.

After Hank grew soft and rolled off of me, I ran to the 
bathroom.  Every step was agony to my violated ass.  I took 
a warm washcloth and gently blotted my ass.  I winced in 
pain from every touch, but soon the cloth was free from 
traces of blood or cum.  Fear gripped me when I felt my 
gaping asshole and I wondered if I would have to wear a 
diaper from then on.  It's funny the things we fear 
sometimes.

That night, while Hank was asleep, I picked Amber up from 
her crib and grabbed the car keys.  As I walked silently 
toward the door, my hair was jerked back and I felt the 
muzzle of a gun pressed into my temple.  

"There is only one way out of here bitch and that is 
through the barrel of this gun!" he hissed.  He let me set 
Amber back down in her crib and then he threw me down on 
the bed.  "Strip and get on your hands and knees dog!" he 
ordered, as he pointed the gun at me and drew back the 
hammer.

I got into the position I came to learn very well; on my 
hands and knees, with my face buried in the pillow.  Then, 
I felt the cold steel of the gun barrel as it was pressed 
into my ass.

"You are nothing but my dog and I can do anything I want to 
you," he said without a trace of emotion.  "Can't I bitch?"

 "Yes," I replied, through my sobs.

He withdrew the gun and then stabbed me with his cock.  He 
fucked in the ass for the second time that night.  He 
lasted much longer that time.  Never had I experienced such 
pain.

However, right now I was feeling nothing but pleasure.  The 
gentle caress of the fingers had grown more insistent. Two 
fingers had been worked in my cunt, exploring me as they 
moved gently in and out.  I rolled over on my stomach and 
then raised myself up on my hands and knees.  I hid my face 
in the pillow.  

This position was second nature to me.  Hank always made me 
hide my face.  He said I was ugly and he couldn't stand the 
sight of my face.  Back when he used to let me give him a 
blow job, he would humiliate me further by putting a bag 
over my head.

The fingers had my hips dancing to their tune.  I hadn't 
felt such pleasure, since Amber was born.  Then, slowly 
they were withdrawn, leaving me feeling empty and alone.  
Please, please make love to me, I begged silently.  Then I 
felt it . . . the head of his cock pressing into my cunt. 
Ahhh, my cunt . . . my lonely cunt that hadn't been touched 
by another soul since the birth of my daughter.  

Oh, Amber - Amber - Amber, why did you have to go and get 
yourself pregnant?  Didn't you learn anything from me?  I 
was only fifteen, just like you.  I thought I knew 
everything.  I thought he loved me.  I didn't know he was 
*sick*.  Thank God, Amber's was a still-birth.  I know she 
must feel sad and alone now, but she has her whole life 
ahead of her.  She can get out of here.  Not like me . . . 
a prisoner.

Maybe I'm not, I wondered as I was fucked by his cock.  He 
hadn't touched me in years, except to punish me.  I almost 
forgot what it felt like to be made love to.  I was being 
fucked thoroughly with long deep strokes that took my 
breath away.  Yet, each stroke was timed perfectly to the 
gentle roll of my hips.  

It wasn't possible for me to be fucked so lovingly and not 
return his affection after such a long drought.  "Augh-
augh-augh!" I cried, as I felt the clouds burst and the 
rains begin to pour.  I dared to risk his anger.  "I love 
you," I moaned and turned my head to the side in quest of a 
kiss.

My lips parted and our tongues danced.  Then, I opened my 
eyes and I made out the features on the blurred face.  Dear 
God, it was Amber!  I tore my mouth away, but it was too 
late for my body.  

"I love you too, my sweet baby girl," Amber said, as she 
continued to fuck me with long powerful strokes, driving me 
further to oblivion.

"No . . . no . . . no . . ." I cried, but then the dam 
broke, heedless to my cries.  "Aiiiiieeeee!" I screamed as 
I climaxed.  Amber slowed her pace; however, she kept 
fucking my spent body, as I lay underneath her.  While I 
lay motionless, I wondered if she was somehow infected with 
the same sick malady as my husband.  

"Does mommy's baby girl feel all better?" cooed Amber, as 
she ran her fingers through my hair. It was then that I 
understood.  She must have suffered a breakdown after the 
loss of her baby.  Somehow, she had transferred the role of 
her lost baby to me. She wasn't infected with the evil 
sickness after all.  This was something I could deal with.  
This was a way for me to help her heal.

"Yes mommy," I answered.  

My daughter turned me over so that I faced her.  "You're my 
beautiful baby girl," she said, kissing me then hugging me 
to her chest. "Come," she said, "let's put you to bed."

She led me by my hand to her bedroom.  Surely, she knows I 
can't sleep her with Hank due home.  However, since her 
room was at the front of the house, it would be better to 
humor her there and then sneak back to my bedroom, when she 
fell asleep.

My heart was breaking under the strain of her unconditional 
love and the terrible knowledge that this must end.  I 
gazed at the naked form of my daughter as she began to 
remove the dildo from underneath her swollen belly.  She 
too was very beautiful and her face still had the health 
glow of pregnancy.   Her breasts were heavy and swollen.  
There was a tiny stream of breast milk, leaking from her 
nipple.

"Is baby hungry?" she asked, rubbing my hair and pulling my 
face to her breast.  "I hope so.  My breasts hurt so bad."

What could it hurt?  I had nursed when I was a baby, was 
this so different.  My daughter needed me, so I took the 
nipple into my mouth and flicked my tongue against the nub, 
tasting the flavor of her milk.  It wasn't bad.

"Mmmmmmmm . . ." Amber moaned, and I began to suckle in 
earnest.  Pinching the nipple between my lips, I sucked and 
drew out her rich milk.  She rubbed her soft hands over my 
naked body, while I continued to nurse from her breasts.

Soon her breathing grew heavy and I knew she must be 
aroused.  "Help Mommy down there too . . . please?" she 
whined, guiding my head over her swollen belly, to the soft 
hair of her pubes.  

I had never had thoughts of doing anything like this 
before.  Never thought of another woman in a sexual way.  I 
did know that my daughter was pretty.  Even the thought of 
licking another woman *down there* repulsed me.  However, 
this was my daughter.  I had already wiped up her pee and 
poop.  Rubbed balm on her privates when she had gotten a 
rash.  This was really no different than that, I 
rationalized.

I started to kiss her from the top of her narrow valley, 
down to the bottom.  Her lips parted as I made my way down, 
she grew wetter and wetter the further I traveled.  I 
inhaled her aroma as I snaked my tongue into her opening.  
She was positively gushing and I lapped it up eagerly.

I felt her grab me by my ears and pull me reluctantly up to 
her clit.  I found myself gravitating toward the mouth of 
her sex, so I could drink her nectar again.  But, she 
pulled me back up again more forcefully this time and 
ground forcefully against my face.

"Suck it!  Suck it!  Make Mommy cum!" she cried.

I obliged her and strummed by tongue rapidly against her 
clit.  I explored her sex with my index finger.  I felt the 
muscles in her pussy begin to twitch and I sucker harder at 
her clit.

"Yes, baby!  Yes! Mommy's cumming!  Mommy's cumming!" she 
cried deliriously and rewarded me with gobs of her sweet 
honey, which I early licked up.

She pulled me back up and hugged me tight.  "I love you so 
much, my little baby girl," she said.

"I love you too mommy," I replied, as I snuggled next to 
her breasts.  Did I just say that?  I did and suddenly 
everything seemed a little brighter.  She loved me and was 
going to take care of me.  My mouth slid down and began to 
suckle from her teat again.  She stroked my hair and 
started to hum softly.  My eyelids grew heavy.  I fell 
asleep.

When I awoke, I was rolled back onto my stomach.  I knew 
Hank was due back anytime now and I almost asked Amber to 
stop for fear of getting caught.  However, the feelings she 
had unlocked inside me were making me careless.  Surely, 
I'll see the headlights from his truck if he pulls up, I 
thought.  

I opened my legs in eager anticipation for Amber's gentle 
caress.  However, dreams turned to agony as my ass was 
violated in one brutal thrust, causing me to cry in pain.  
No! No! Not Amber too!  Must everyone I love turn into 
monsters.  The cock painfully sawed in and out of my ass 
and I buried my face in the pillow, so I wouldn't have to 
look at Amber's face.  I couldn't bear to be betrayed like 
that twice.

"You bitch!  You killed my little girl on purpose, didn't 
you?  Now you're ruined.  No good to me anymore you fucking 
whore!  Well this is the way you get fucked from now on, 
until I get a little girl!" 

At once I was both relieved and horrified beyond belief.  
Amber hadn't betrayed me.  She wasn't sick in her mind.  
She loved me.

But Hank, that bastard had been fucking my little girl.  He 
had gotten her pregnant.  Now he was going to abuse her 
like he had done to me.

"No!  No!  No!" I cried, "You bastard, you aren't going to 
do this to my daughter!  I'll tell the police!"

"Fuck you bitch!" he spat, "You're not gonna tell anyone."

Then I felt his calloused hand wrap around my throat.  I 
tried to scream out to Amber; to tell her to run.  However, 
all that came out was a tiny hiss.  My head throbbed and 
spots began to appear.  I felt my consciousness slipping 
away then heard a sharp retort.  I remember thinking this 
was the end.  I had been strangled and then shot.  I 
watched with bizarre fascination as warm blood flowed down 
my shoulders and spread out on the bed.  

Hank's grip around my throat loosened and I was able to get 
out from underneath him.  Amber stood at the foot of the 
bed; the gun dangling loosely in her limp arm.  She was 
almost as pale as Hank.  He lay on the bed clutching his 
chest and groaning.  I walked over to Amber and took the 
gun she held loosely in her hand.  

"Go wash your hands honey, then call 911 and tell them 
daddy's been shot.  Okay?" I said.

I closed the door behind my daughter when she left.  I 
walked back to Hank to see what damage had been done.  He 
groaned when he saw me, as he held his hand over his chest 
to stave off the flow of blood.  His eyes sought mine and 
for the first time in years, I saw hope and compassion.

I hoped he could see it mirrored in my eyes as well, when I 
pointed the gun to his head and set us all free.

The End

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