Roxanne's Demanding Stepmother Ch. 02

Roxanne had been thinking about her previous encounter with her stepmom none stop, and it had made her completely ditsy and unable to think straight. Her school work was faltering, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't help but stare at her every time they were in the same room together. Alison knew exactly what she was doing to her, but made it seem as in nothing was going on. She continued to treat her like absolute garbage, and called her a brat most of the time, making her do laundry, clean the house, do the dishes, and made sure that she got every single stain, dust, and crevice. Roxanne was absolutely exhausted by the time she went to bed at night, preparing for her next school day, but Alison didn't care - she just kept commanding her to do more.

Roxanne didn't want to say no, though. The truth was, she wasn't able to. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't refuse her demanding step mother, and even as she followed her commands, she could feel her thighs getting soaked with her juices, making her feel like a complete and utter slut. Since when was she into something like this? To be degraded to the point of being a practical animal.

She had considered escaping several times. Her father didn't care for her, and she was stuck with this woman - completely and utterly stuck, her body completely under her control. It wasn't a proper life to live, and yet, she was unable to do anything about it.

She was deep in her thoughts about Alison as usual when she spied a stain in front of the bathroom door, something that she had surely missed the last time she moped. She was on her way to relax in her room, and groaned to herself when she saw it. If Alison had seen it first, she would surely be screaming at her by now. No matter, she would clean it immediately without Alison ever finding out. She pushed the door of the bathroom open, and was shocked to find her step mother sitting on the toilet with a fashion magazine on her lap, completely naked. Her hair was loose around her body, and her legs were wide open, showing off her crotch. She didn't look embarrassed though, not at all. Instead, she seemed to be arching her back more, showing off her amazing breasts, which were hard against the cool bathroom air.

"I... uh..." She said, already feeling like a nervous wreck. She knew she would be in trouble for walking in on Alison like this, even though it wasn't her fault at all. Alison was unfair like that, always trying to cause her as much pain as possible, especially when her dad wasn't around. And her dad was never around.

"I'm not sure your father will be very happy learning that he's raised a pervert. How dare you enter the bathroom when I'm in here?" Alison looked up with a sly smile behind her angry appearance.

Roxanne stammered her next words, "I... I'm sorry. I'll leave this instant." Since when did she become so compliant? She turned around to leave, but paused when Alison began speaking again.

"Do you always try to see me naked? I should try to lock my room more, who knows where you're hiding in this house." She could feel the sneering behind her back.

"I promise I don't try to see you naked." She tried to explain, but knew that Alison would assume anything she wanted to assume. She always had.

"That's what a little slut would say. You wouldn't lie to me, would you?" She cooed.

Roxanne shook her head furiously.

"Well, now that you've interrupted my private time, I'll need you to help me."

Roxanne felt her body freeze. This was the moment, a moment that always made her question herself. It was like Alison was hypnotizing her, making her do exactly what she commanded. Knowing this wasn't true, Roxanne knew Alison was right. She was a freak. A freak obsessed with being humiliated and laughed at. A freak willing to do anything her step-mother wanted to make her happy. "Help... with?" She asked nervously. Her panties were already covered in her wetness.

Instead of answering her, Alison closed her eyes, straining herself as Roxanne heard a distinct splashing sounding in the water. Gross. She thought. "Unhh... that's better." Alison said, mostly to herself. She stood up then, flaunting her glorious body in front of Roxanne, who gulped despite herself. She eyed Roxanne up and down, a predator checking out her prey, and smiled as she said, "clean me up, whore."

Roxanne nodded and moved towards the roll of tissue paper, trying to hurry with her steps. "No. With your mouth." Roxanne stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening significantly. Instead of saying anything to complain, though, she knelt down onto the cold porcelain flooring, completely compliant as she looked down at the floor.

She spread Alison's cheeks apart, and could smell the fresh scent of the feces that had just dropped out of her. It was completely disgusting, and she could feel the heat radiating off her ass, inviting her to come closer. She stuck her tongue out and closed her eyes, and began to lick like the good girl that she was. She could feel all the parts of her ass, with the softness of her cheeks as she spread it open, an indication of how much her step-mother exercised to make her body fit, and could feel the ridges around her asshole with her tongue, which was currently covered in a semi-glossy sheen of brown. Soon, Alison's asshole was contacting around her tongue, an indication that her step-mom was enjoying herself, though she was trying hard not to look it.

The fact that she was enjoying herself made Roxanne completely soaked. She was unbelievably horny, even more than last time, and she desperately wanted to put her fingers between her legs and start rubbing herself, maybe in rhythm to how she was licking her step-mom. She knew she wouldn't be able to, though. Alison would make fun of her, maybe make her stop because of her slutty behaviour, and Roxanne definitely did not want to stop. She wasn't enjoying the taste perse, but it made her realize the position she was in, how degrading her actions were, and it made her all the more horny.

She was completely overwhelmed with all the sensations, and loved the feeling of Alison's cheeks on her face, pressing her down with their firmness. She couldn't help but moan as she continued to clean Alison all over, even moving down a little to taste her vaginal juices. Alison was getting wet as well, and Roxanne could see a sheen coating her thighs, making her desperately want to touch Alison. No. She couldn't. She would never be able to. Alison would continue to make her her slave, but nothing more.

Alison was now making soft noises, unable to help herself, and with one particularly loud groan, she farted onto Roxanne's face. "Oops." She said, giggling to herself. The smell was nauseating, particularly right against her nose. Roxanne felt an overwhelming gagging sensation, but swallowed it as she continued to lick her, not wanting to falter even for a second. Even more wet and sticky brown fluid had come out at that, and Roxanne had to lick it all off before Alison noticed and started complaining.

"Is my shit yummy to a slut like you?" Alison said, wiggling her ass against Roxanne's face. Roxanne nodded eagerly, wanting to taste more.

She never wanted to stop. She wanted to kneel in the bathroom forever, to have Alison's constant attention, and never let go. Knowing this, she began to lick even slower, trying to get every single crevice she missed, knowing Alison would discover her faults after. She went tentatively slow, giving every single lick with purpose as she explored the other woman's body. A few times, she would thrust her tongue inside her step-mother's hole, and swirled it around, tasting everything that was inside. When did it start tasting so delicious? "Yeah... clean me up." Alison moaned as Roxanne continued to thrust inside of her.

Last time they had done this, Alison had completely ignored her, pretending like she didn't exist. This time at least, she was acknowledging Roxanne more, giving her little words of encouragement. It was never as good as a 'good girl', which was what Roxanne desperately wanted to hear, but it still made her happy to be acknowledged, especially after all that she had done for her.

Roxanne was beginning to move down to Alison's lips, where all the juices were pouring out from, when Alison turned around, forcing her body away from Roxanne's desperate mouth. "Where do you think you're touching?" She looked completely appalled, like Roxanne wasn't somewhere worse just a second ago. "Trying to lick your step-mom's pussy? You disgusting whore." She stared at her like she was the wild one. Roxanne blushed scarlet, completely feeling embarrassed from being caught in the act.

"Sorry, Alison." Was all she could say. She could feel her lips still covered in shit, and Alison could see it as well. She was grinning down at her like she was having the time of her life.

"You know, I actually kind of feel bad for you." Alison said as she crossed her arms, still completely naked.

Roxanne looked down submissively, waiting for Alison to make the next move. She always knew what to do next. That's what she did best. "Maybe I should clean up that shit-covered face of yours."

Roxanne only nodded eagerly, still feeling the wetness in her thighs rub together. She knew she would be getting out of there to finger herself as soon as Alison let her go. It was the only thing she could think of at the moment. Her mind was a complete cloudy haze, and she knew she looked completely submissive with a hazy look in her eyes, an indication that she had completely lost herself to her sensations. Alison spread her legs apart, aiming her body exactly where Roxanne was kneeling, and closed her eyes as urine began to rush out of her. The clear yellow fluid began to drench Roxanne's face, and she could feel the warmness of it as it dripped down her body, completely coating her. "So glad I saved this for you." Alison said to herself.

Roxanne had closed her eyes as she felt her body being coated in Alison's fluids, but Alison murmured a single command, "open your mouth." And she did, opening it to let Alison aim directly into it. "Good girl." She purred. Roxanne couldn't believe it, but she felt like she was going to explode from the sensations. Alison had muttered the words she was desperately hoping for, and with the salty and warm urine covering her mouth... her body was shaking uncontrollably.

When Alison was done, she studied the messy floor covered in her own urine, her shaking step-daughter, and the lips still covered with dried feces, and felt a growing sense of satisfaction. "Wonderful." She said. Without looking back at Roxanne one more time, she strutted out of the room, muttering, "clean this mess up, girl - and don't let me find a single drop," right as she left.

When Alison had finally exited, Roxanne collapsed onto the ground, still shaking. Her clothing was completely soaked, but she didn't care. There was only one thing on her mind. She moved her hands between her legs, and began to touch herself. She moved quickly, knowing that she was desperate to cum. She didn't care if Alison heard her or not, she moaned loudly, grinding into her own fingers like a fish out of water.

Roxanne knew she was everything that Alison called her. A whore. A desperate slut. One that needed any source of attention.

Yes, this was everything she'd ever wanted.