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It’s not particularly strange to see some degree of competition within families. Brothers and sisters fight over their parents’ attention; sisters race to be the prettiest one, or the smarter one, or the more popular one; even fathers can be jealous of their sons, of the care the child gets from the mother. All in all, it’s a common situation in the abstract– it’s the details that make some situations more unique than others, and few situations were as unique as the relationship between Rose and her mother Laura.

They were close in that way that single mothers and their only offspring can be close: something of a mix between a parental relationship, a friendship, a complicity of a life and secrets shared. They were close in other ways, as well.

Laura had never been shy about sexuality, and Rose inherited that trait. However, all healthy households need rules and structure, a system to divide chores and set the correct tone for the roles involved. On Rose’s eighteenth birthday, Laura formalized the rules for dating, now that her daughter was in that liminal space in which she was an adult yet lived at home. Many parents have such parameters: a curfew, or a baseline about the kind of partners they’d fine acceptable for their daughters, an insistence on safe sex. Laura and Rose’s agreed terms were slightly different. They made sense: if Rose looked as hot as she did -and she turned heads everywhere she went- it was because she had gotten her good genes and workout ethics from her mother; therefore, it was only reasonable that if a man wanted to fuck the daughter, the pleasure should be shared with the mother. Of course, Laura was a caring parent, and she would not abide her lovely daughter to be with substandard lovers: it was only logical that Laura should try them out first, see if their performance was up to par. Rose didn’t mind, although the boys sometimes were shocked to learn that if they wanted to date Rose, they had to cum deep inside Laura first.

It was a caring, logical system; and for a while, it was good. What started bothering Rose was not the system itself, but her mother’s breaking of her own rules. How hypocritical parents could be! No matter how clear the rules, they often broke them like they were the brats in the house! That too wasn’t uncommon. Parents who smoked banned smoking and parents who denounced porn had hidden porn folders in their computers; this same disregard for the rules extended to Laura, which -quite understandably- annoyed Rose to no end. It was one thing for her mother to try out her dates before they railed Rose, but it was quite another to come home and find the boy she was seeing balls deep inside her mom for the fourth time. One would think the boy in question was already good and tested, but Laura insisted on the merits of repeat, surprise inspections. That wouldn’t be so bad if they hadn’t, as a healthy mother-daughter bonding exercise, agreed to suck the cum out of each other’s cunts whenever a man came in one of them. Normally, Rose enjoyed the experience and her mother’s moans, but lately she did a lot of sucking and the poor men were, by the time they fucked Rose, exhausted; and worst of all, their cum reservoirs were pretty much empty. This, Rose felt, was patently unfair. It’s hard to blame her, given how much of a slut she was, how much she loved cock and cum, and how little her greedy mother was leaving for her.

Things came to a head when Rose started seeing Steve more regularly. Not that she loved him or anything of the sort; rather, Steve had a combination of physiological and psychological characteristics that made him a fun long term partner: namely, a big juicy cock and a kinky mind. Rose started looking forward to seeing him, wondering what new perversion he would inflict on her or she on him. However, for the first two weeks of their relationship Laura alone took advantage of such a wonderful set of quirks. She sucked his cock as soon as Steve went into the house, and made him ride her like a beast, bareback and screaming a stream of ever changing profanities. She called herself his bitch and his cunt, begged him to use her holes, to coat her in cum, to make her his fucktoy… inevitably, Steve would pump her full of cum, or cover her body with it, and poor Rose would be stuck on licking duty as he got hard again, looking at mother and daughter swapping his seed with passionate kisses. But then Laura would find a way to make Steve fuck her again, and again, and again… By the time Rose got her turn, he was far from peak performance, and his normally abundant cumshots were… subpar, to put it lightly. No, things simply couldn’t continue like this, and Rose was determined to set some boundaries with her mother.

She came home to find Steve on top of her dear mother, ramming his cock deep inside her. He wasn’t supposed to arrive for another hour, but Rose guessed Laura had changed that. She noticed a glint in her mother’s eyes as their gazes met. Steve, too blissfully engaged, didn’t even hear Rose come into the house.

“Tell me”, moaned Laura, “tell me how much better I feel than my daughter!”

Steve whimpered for a second before Laura’s movements coaxed a half-formed answer from him.

“So much… so much better… your pussy feels so amazing…”

“Tell me! Tell me why I’m a better slut!”

Steve didn’t hold back. He couldn’t hold back. A torrent of words, all of them true, poured from him as his thrusts became stronger, savage.

“You have bigger tits! And you suck cock like a fucking goddess! Rose is just a beginner but you… Fuck… Your cunt is magic and your mind… you say the most perverted shit and I love it! You’re so much better, so much sluttier than your daughter! You’re the perfect whore!”

Rose listened to every word. She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream, she wanted to barge in and make them stop. Instead, her hand went between her legs. She felt so ashamed, so inferior, so useless… and hearing Steve say it made her cunt throb, made her so fucking horny… why? She couldn’t say. She couldn’t understand. All she knew was that her mom was better, and would always be better, and all she deserved was to watch studs fuck her mother and rub. Laura deserved all the cum and the cock, and Rose was good only for her leftovers, to clean her up, to serve if told to. She watched Steve fuck her mother with a vigor he never showed with her, and came just as he was pumping the older woman full of yummy, warm cum. Instantly, she went to her mother on her hands and knees, eager to taste her pussy, her juices mixed with Steve’s cum, cum that now she understood, had always belonged to Laura.

After rubbing her pussy to the idea for longer than she’d like to admit, Rose regained some clarity. The situation, simply put, could not stand. She was younger, tighter, and as kinky as her mother- and equally deserving of cum. She felt ashamed of her prior weakness -and the wicked pleasure she had felt cumming like a bitch to the feeling of being a lesser, useless cunt- and woke up the following day with renewed determination. She would prove to Steve and her mother that she was as good a whore as they came. After a light lunch, she went to work. Steve would arrive at six, and she had to be ready.

When the doorbell rang, she went downstairs. Laura was on the couch, smiling and ready to take her dose of yummy cock, already rubbing herself softly, confidently, like a queen on her throne or an apex predator surveying its domain. Not this time, thought Rose. She had brought out the big guns: her fishnet stockings and her miniscule thong; a skirt barely worthy of the name; hipster sneakers and a tube top that left nothing to the imagination… and makeup that masterfully blended punk aesthetics with the unmistakable signs that any man would interpret as a “fuck me like a little slut, right here right now.”

The ensemble worked like a charm. She could see it in Steve’s eyes as soon as they took her figure in. Message received, pants tightening as his cock valiantly responded to Rose’s silent plea. She took his hand and gave him a wicked smile that could inflame the heart of the coldest man. It was a smile of promise and submission and delightful naughtiness. She took him through the living room, making sure not to break eye contact; making sure Laura wouldn’t even be seen by the man. An insult? Maybe. Rose preferred to see it as setting healthy boundaries.

Laura, for her part, was amused by her daughter’s valiant attempt. If she wanted a fight, she would get it.

“Now now, where are you two going?” she said mockingly. “You know mommy gets the first cum. And as much cum as she wants, really”

Oh, it was on. Rose looked at Steve and gave him her best needy look, a look that, she knew, always got men to use her young body whenever she desired.

“Steve, don’t you want to cum inside my young, tight pussy? Look at me, Steve. Look at this firm ass… these needy tits… my lips, so ready to wrap themselves around your cock… I’ll let you do anything to me, Steve. I’ll be whoever you want me to be. I’ll beg if you want. I’ll let you ram my asshole so hard I can’t sit for days. I’ll let you cum all over my slutty face over… and over… and over. I’ll wear whatever you want me to wear. Want me to dance like a stripper? Want to film me degrading myself for your cock? Want me to crawl on all fours like a good girl? I’ll do all that for you, and more. You’ll own me. Do you understand? You. Will Own. Me. I’ll let you fuck me in public, share me with your friends, do anything at all… and all you have to do is come with me, and leave that… old woman behind”

Laura had to admit the little brat was putting forward a very good effort. She was proud of her daughter… but that didn’t mean she was about to let her win. Sure, Rose was firing with kinky, perverted ammo… but Laura knew she had an atomic bomb up her sleeve. She spread her legs and let the young man see her soaked, ready pussy.

“Steve… I’m not on the pill. And I’m ovulating. I need you to breed me, Steve. Pump a little brother or sister for that little cunt! Fuck me and fill me up and knock me up! Cum a baby inside my fertile womb, Steve!”

If poor Steve felt hesitation, it was a fleeting sensation. He let go of Rose’s hand and, almost as if hypnotized, walked over to Laura. The offer was just too good ,and his most basic instincts were taking over. Rose was at a loss for words.

“Steve, I’ll… I’ll be the best slut, I’ll…”

It was over, and she knew it. Steve let his big cock out, already hard as a rock. Laura looked at his daughter with a smile.

“Breed me, Steve! Pump me full of your baby making juice!”

He went inside her mindlessly, with a savage intensity. Laura’s moans echoed across the living room. Steve moved like a man possessed, determined to breed the whore that begged and moaned for his cum. He rammed her cunt with an aggressive neither woman had ever seen, muttering under his breath.

“Fucking whore… take my baby inside you… give that useless cunt a sister…”

Rose knew it was over. She had been bested, yet again. And again, her own body betrayed her. She looked at her man fucing her mom harder than he had ever fucked her, and her pussy started dripping. She couldn’t help it. Her hand slid under her skirt, pushed her g-string to the side and started teasing her needy slit. She was mesmerized by the spectacle, overwhelmed by her own inferiority… and how good it felt. Something inside her broke, and in that breaking a deep peace was found. It felt like a natural hierarchy asserting itself. Like she had her place.

Laura saw it as well. She knew a brand new avenue for fun had opened up, and she intended to explore it fully with the daughter she loved. She smiled.

“Rose, come here. Lick mommy’s clit while Steve gives you a new sibling”

Rose couldn’t help herself. She knew she had to serve. That was her place, at least for now. She went to her mother and sank to her knees. She used her lips, her tongue, all her skill to make her mother cum. And cum she did, just as Steve emptied his balls deep inside her womb.

Obviously, one blast wouldn’t be enough. Rose sucked him off, made him hard again for her mother. By the end of the evening, Laura was content with four loads inside her, and Rose couldn’t stop rubbing herself while on her knees.

In time, the dynamic changed, as all healthy relationships do. Sharing became the norm, as long as Laura was in a sharing mood. If not, Rose enjoyed watching men fuck the superior slut. In fact, she started making friends. Hot friends. Cool friends. Of course, none of these other girls knew that Rose simply wanted them to watch them fuck the boys she saw, to make them show her how much better they were compared to her. It speaks well of Rose as a judge of character that all of her new friends were thrilled when given the chance to fuck Rose’s dates in front of her.

Things got a bit more complicated nine months later, when Laura had a healthy baby girl. But the women raised her and cared for her together, and always made sure to have time for play.

Balance was, after all, the key to a happy family.

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