Forbidden Fruit

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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Ashley was in her room scrolling through Instagram, curious to see how many likes her new photos would get. She was nineteen and still had the looks of a freshman in high school, making it harder for older guys to approach her. Some feared Chris Hansen was lurking in the shadows like Batman to hand out justice, if that kept the creeps away, then let the paranoia continue as long as it could.

She noticed a pic she didn't like, her bangs didn't look quite right. Her black hair would tickle her shoulders whenever they were exposed. Maybe it was time to cut it again, but her boyfriend--ex-boyfriend liked it the way it was. One of his recent pictures popped up in her feed, disgust formed on her narrow face.

"Fucking Evan," she muttered, tempted to block him to oblivion.

"Ashley!"

The voice came from downstairs with anger and impatience. Her stepmom was gonna bug her yet again about something stupid.

"What!" She replied annoyed.

"Why aren't the dishes clean!"

"I told you I was going to do them later!"

"It is later! How am I supposed to prepare dinner with dirty dishes!"

"If you care about it so much then do it yourself and stop bugging me!"

She added bitch at the end quietly, hoping the Eye of Sauron would turn its evil gaze elsewhere. She never understood why her dad married someone like that, he deserved far better. Her hopes of him hitting the panic button on the marriage was dwindling by the day. Heavy footsteps was heard marching up the stairs with haste, the queen bitch herself was coming to submit her complaints face to face. The door flung open, a brunette in her forties entered the room uninvited to stand her ground.

"What was that last part I heard?"

Ashley's heart sunk for a moment, she was certain her stepmom didn't hear that last part. Either she had super-hearing or she was a demon in human skin. Ashley calmed herself, realizing this wasn't her real mom, it was just some lady trying to be.

"Really? You came all the way up here to waste my time and ask me that, Claire?" The smirk on Ashley's face said it all, she didn't respect her stepmom and she was never going to. Claire knew if she didn't put her foot down now, things would never change. She was gonna have to teach daddy's little girl a lesson right now.

"Get up."

"What?"

"I said," Claire slapped the phone out of Ashley's hand, "get your ass up!"

Ashley got off the bed to face her. This bitch was going to get it. "Who the fuck do you think you are? Get it through that nutcase head of yours. You're not my mom and you never will be. You're just a pathetic, trailer trash slut that won the lottery of being with a good man that likes you for some unknown reason."

"Wow, that's pretty funny coming from you. I will get my respect one way or another, and speaking of sluts," Claire took out her phone and went through it happily, a video appeared with familiar faces, "is this you and Evan supposedly studying?"

The video was clear and crisp. It showed Ashley deep throating and sucking the life out of Evan, Pornhub would eat this alive if it were uploaded.

"What the fuck? What are you doing invading my privacy?"

"I'm sure daddy wouldn't be happy if he saw this, I wonder what he'll think when he sees it? Maybe we should find out and see his reaction."

"No, wait! Please!" The desperation in Ashley's voice was strained, the cockiness she had was gone and was replaced with dread. Her father would kill Evan and more importantly, kill her too. This evil bitch had this up her sleeve all along, waiting for the right moment to strike.

"Well, well, well, the little princess is begging for once. Hmm, let me think about it for a minute."

"Look, I'm sorry about before, just please don't show this to my dad. I-I'll clean the dishes like you wanted, I'll do whatever, okay?" Ashley swallowed her volcanic anger, erupting now would only bring chaos. The threat was real, she could see it in Claire's evil blue eyes. She would play obedient until she got her hands on the phone and smash it to pieces. "So, what do you want from me? This can't be just about dishes, Clai--"

"It's mommy from now on," she interrupted.

"You want me to call you mommy?" Ashley asked the question with laughter and disbelief.

"That's right." Claire got close to her, the look in her eyes was different. "When you address me, it's not by Claire and it's for damn sure not bitch. You hear me?"

Ashley was flabbergasted by the demand, she never saw this dominant side of Claire before. Even though she was tall and built like an Amazon warrior, she never took action on things she didn't like. Was this the thing her dad liked?

"When I ask a question I expect an answer." Claire was awfully close, Ashley inhaled coffee breath with no choice but to agree. She nodded to the question.

"No. I want to hear you say it, use that little smart mouth of yours."

"Yes, I hear you and I will obey your every command ol' wise one." It came out really sarcastic, Claire could only roll her eyes and suck her teeth.

"You still think this is a game, don't you? Okay. I'm going to fix that right now." Claire tossed her phone to the right on the beanbag. She took off her bracelet and other jewelry. "Don't even think about going for my phone, I made sure to make copies in case you got brave."

"You evil bitch! I hate y--"

Claire grabbed Ashley by the throat, killing the sentence before it was finished. "I told you not to call me that, you think you're so tough because your daddy protects you. But where is he now, huh? I'm the boss here! When I say jump, your tiny ass better jump," she squeezed tighter, seeing the fear in her stepdaughter eyes, "and when I say do the dishes, do the fucking dishes."

Claire pushed Ashley onto the bed, she began coughing and wiping the tears from her face. Fear and confusion jammed her thoughts into traffic, no one's ever treated her like this, not even her dad. What she heard next sent her heart to her stomach.

"Take your clothes off."

"What?"

"Take off your clothes."

"Why?" The question came tearfully out, Ashley couldn't imagine what the endgame was. She could only look up at Claire helplessly. If she didn't comply, her dad would preorder headstones for her and Evan's funeral.

"Come on, I don't have all day," Claire said impatiently. She was six-foot even with the body shape of a pear, single and married men alike would often fawn over her. She was thick in the right places, her giant breast was always the first thing to be noticed. She was wearing a pink crop top and blue jeans, her braless milkers jiggled happily whenever she moved. "Are you going to do it yourself or do I have to tear them off by force?"

Ashley couldn't believe this was happening, it was something you'd see in a porn video with bad acting. But this was real--as real her taking off her favorite black shirt with dancing skeletons. They kept dancing to silence and tension all the way to the floor where they were tossed. A black bra was her last line of defense for her breast. Claire couldn't help but scoff at it, her stepdaughter had no taste in fashion at all.

"Now take off the shorts."

"Why?"

Claire didn't respond. She simply folded her arms and glared at her with evil blue. Ashley didn't want to get choked again, she obeyed reluctantly by sliding off the black gym shorts. Like the breast, her special place was covered with black. Claire was seeing an ongoing pattern, this girl loved the color black, from the bra and panties to the damn socks.

"Get off the bed and stand in front of me," Claire said. Ashley did what she was told with no fuss. She stood in front of her, having to look up a bit because of being 5'4. "Turn around and bend over."

Ashley turned her back towards her, the fear of not knowing shrouded her entire being. She bent over, ass in the air with her hands and head on the bed patiently waiting for whatever's to come. Claire studied her stepdaughter's ass, it was small like her breast but workable.

"Brace yourself sweetie." Claire spanked Ashley hard, the sound reverberated throughout the house. Ashley cried out in pain, grabbing a handful of bed sheets in the process. Claire spanked her again, harder than the last, a red hand print was branded on the right cheek from the force.

"Please stop!" She cried out uncontrollably, tears ran madly down her face. "Please stop, it hurts--ouch!"

Another hot slap came without any remorse. Claire was smiling ear to ear, she wasn't a sadist or anything, she was finally getting the chance to do what she wanted for a long time. Twenty slaps later, Ashley's butt was redder than a cayenne pepper. It felt like she sat on fire and didn't feel the pain until she was well-done.

Claire took off her shoes and sat in the middle of the bed, the headboard supported her up while she made herself comfortable. "Come sit between my legs," she said, patting the bed excitingly. Ashley's butt was going to sing a hurtful song when she sat, pain would conduct the chorus non-stop for days to come.

"You did what you wanted to do, right? What more do you want from me?"

Claire flashed a grin to the question and answered: "That, my girl, was pain--and now, it is time for pleasure."

Ashley swallowed hard, harder than she ever had. What did she mean by pleasure? Confusion and pain didn't mix well, more pain would follow if she didn't listen. She crawled onto the bed animal-like, rolled over like a good pet that listens to its owner and sat between her stepmom legs. Her head rested on the soft pillows of breast, the perfume she smelt was a lovely fragrance.

"See," Claire said as she combed Ashley's hair with her fingers, "this isn't so bad, is it?" She took a big whiff of her hair, shampoo still lingered from the last wash. Her stepdaughter laid nervous and paranoid, the slightest movement could scare her off. She had to be gentle, like carrying fragile glass that shatters on impact. She whispered in her ear softly, "I want you to do something for me."

The warm breath from her stepmom felt nice in her ear as she responded, "What do you want?"

Claire waited a few seconds as if to cherish the moment. Her breath continued to flow in Ashley's ear, she could tell she liked it by the way she was breathing. "I want you to play with yourself."

"What? I-I-I can't d--"

Claire bit her ear softly, the small pain was mixed with another feeling she didn't want to explore. Ashley couldn't help but let out a moan, the bliss sensation coursed her body excitingly fast. She tried to stop it but it was too late. This was the pleasure her stepmom was talking about and it was just the beginning. She never imagined being seduced by this woman of all people.

Claire grabbed Ashley's right hand and put it by her special place. "Play with it for me," she said softly. She continued to breathe in her ear like she was playing the flute, slowly turning her stepdaughter into a sexual instrument she could play with as she pleased. Ashley's right hand took a nosedive into her panties, she was moist from the little things her stepmom did. It was her first time being turned on by another woman.

"How does it feel?" Claire already knew the answer to this, she just wanted to hear her say it.

"It feels good. I never felt like this before."

"Here, let me help." Claire's hand followed the same trail down south, placing hers on top of Ashley's. They began rubbing the clit together. Ashley tilted her head back to look at her stepmom, soft blue eyes responded back with the same lustful look. Claire was the puppeteer and Ashley the puppet, they were putting on a show without the audience. "How does it feel, sweetie?"

"It feels good mommy, please don't stop. Please don't stop." Ashley took off her panties and bra quickly and threw them away blindly, she grabbed her stepmom's hand and resumed the pleasure.

Claire was proud to see her stepdaughter obedient and horny. Her right hand was busy down below while the left fondled Ashley's small breast. "Lets see how fast we can make you cum. Finger yourself while I play with your clit, okay?"

"Okay mommy," she said in a squeaky voice. She inserted her middle and index fingers into her pussy. Immediate wetness greeted them, her wet hole had never felt better. It was all thanks to mommy finally teaching her the lesson she deserved. "Oh fuck," Ashley moaned, grabbing a handful of covers as she and her stepmom went to work on her pussy.

Claire was rubbing her stepdaughter's clit like a maniac, a sadistic smile came to her face while her fingers seesawed madly. She pinched Ashley's left nipple to add to the stimulation. "Come on baby, let mommy see you cum."

Ashley's body began vibrating, something big was coming. She was fingering herself faster than before, she was going to cum from the deadly combination mommy and her were doing. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, mommy I'm gonna cum, don't stop. B-b-but I feel something else coming--oh shit it's coming!"

Ashley's body tensed up and her legs tried to close, Claire pushed them apart as she rubbed her clit non-stop. A fountain of liquid shot in the air as she let out an orgasmic scream, it gushed out for six straight seconds. Claire exclaimed from excitement and shock. She didn't know her stepdaughter was a squirter. This made things even more interesting, she wanted to see how many times she could make her squirt in one go.

"Oh my god," Ashley said exhausted, it was the first time squirting and it was amazing. Evan never made her do anything like this, not even close.

"Good girl. I knew you were special but I never expected this."

"Thank you mommy--" Ashley was cut off by another session of rubbing, mommy's fingers went back to work on the slippery slope. "Mommy--ugh--w-w-what a-are you doing?"

"Mommy's gonna make you squirt again. Let mommy do all the work, okay?"

Ashley's voice grew high pitched from her stepmom's working fingers, her toes curled up in her black socks, her little sprinkler was going off again. And this time it was a geyser, it splashed in her face and in Claire's, it was like they were shot repeatedly with a water gun. She exclaimed one word repeatedly: "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

Claire's face was dripping wet with a satisfied smile. She licked her lips of the juices and then proceeded to lick her stepdaughter's face. It tasted so sweet.

"Thank you mommy," Ashley said while giggling. They made a mess. Her bed sheets were wet from the excitement. Some even got on the floor, a wet sign would've been appropriate right now. They had to clean up before her dad made it home from work, it was going to be tedious but worth it.

"You did good, sweetie. Now we have to clean up before your father gets home. Wash those sheets, clean the floor, and do the dishes, okay?"

"What? I have to clean all of this up and still do the dishes?"

"Yep," Claire said cheerfully, "this is your mess, so clean it up. Take a bath and get ready for dinner. We're having steak tonight."

Her stepmom gathered her things and left her stranded in the mess they made together. Ashley was dumbfounded by being back at square one, her stepmom was no longer mommy to her--bitch fitted her quite nicely...for now.