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Like Mother Like Daughter


The following is the account of Emma's transformation from innocent young girl
to worldly wise cruel wife, told in her own words.

Chapter 1 - Life at home


I was 15 years old when I began to realise things were going on in our house
that I was not meant to know about. Even at my young age, I was aware that my
father was a docile wimp by the way he was bullied by my mother and her sister,
Aunt Jean. Even my 19-year old sister Jane treated him like shit, and it was
obvious that no one had any respect for him whatsoever. He even looked like a
wimp, 40 years old, short, and balding with a weedy frame.

As I said, I had been hearing noises and activity in the house after I had gone
to bed, and I eventually decided to find out what was going on.

One night, I heard people coming up the stairs. I opened my bedroom door a
little to see who it was. I was shocked to see my father, naked except for a
cage device attached to his cock, with Mom and Aunt Jean at either side of him
dressed in short towelling robes. They were headed for the bathroom.

I waited until they had gone in and locked the door, then crept out and looked
through the keyhole to see what was happening. The two women were naked now,
and Daddy was on his knees between them. Both Mom and Aunt Jean are very
attractive, with similar long dark hair. At 35 and 34 respectively, they are
both a little overweight, but look very sexy with their large breasts and long,
strong shapely legs. I saw Jean pull Daddy's head roughly backward, and both
women spat in his face several times.

"I bet you wish now you had never cheated on me with your secretary," Mom
snarled. "Otherwise you might not be here on your knees about to eat my shit!"

"That's all he deserves," Jean cut in. "If it were up to me, shit is all he
would ever eat!"

Mom turned her back to Daddy, and pushed her big ass into his face. He looked
so stupid, with his nose practically in her ass crack and his mouth wide open
without even being told. As I watched, Mom farted several times in his face,
and then I saw a large, dark brown log slide for her ass right into his mouth.
I really enjoyed the sight of him; his face screwed up in disgust at the smell
and taste of what he was being made to eat. I saw him chew Mom's shit, gagging
and retching the whole time, as the two women shouted at him, telling him to
swallow quickly and take the next load.

To my surprise, Mom managed three large logs, which Daddy struggled to swallow,
before being treated to several mouthfuls of her piss. As Mom got up, I heard
Daddy plead that he could not take any more, as he felt sick. Mom and Aunt Jean
laughed out load, and then Jean slapped his face viciously, telling him to get
in position to eat another helping of shit. I watched until she had finished,
and Daddy had licked her ass clean and drunk her piss, and then crept back to
bed. The vision of what I had witnessed had me playing with my pussy for ages,
until I had a nice cum. I really envied my Mom and Aunt!

The following night, I heard my sister Jane and Daddy pass my door. She was
talking to him, or rather talking down to him as they went into her room.
Again, I waited a few minutes, and then peered through the keyhole.

Jane was now naked, and sitting on the bed. She is very pretty, and looks
younger than her 19 years. Her breasts are not large, but pert and sexy. She
has smooth white skin, a flat tummy and legs that go on forever. Daddy was also
naked, his cock cage having been removed by Jane, and was kneeling between my
sister's legs. At her instruction, he took her foot in his hand and began
licking and sucking it. This went on for several minutes, with Daddy taking
care of both of Jane's feet. Eventually she stopped him, and then ordered him
to put his face between her thighs and lick her pussy.

"I should not be doing this," I heard him say. "You are my daughter Jane, this
is all wrong."

"Just be grateful you ever get to see a pussy," she sneered. "You will
certainly never get to fuck one again. You must have been the runt of the
litter with that miserable cock of yours. It is lucky that Mom has two of your
brothers coming over to give her the sex she needs, they certainly know how to
please her. But you know that of course, having been made to watch regularly,
and suck her sopping pussy clean afterwards!" I could see Daddy's face redden
visibly.

Jane had Daddy lapping her cunt for over an hour, constantly calling him names,
and reminding him of his frustrated, celibate cuckold status. Finally, she
attained her climax, having slapped Daddy's head a number of times when she
felt his performance was sagging. As she pushed him away, I could see that he
was sobbing with a mixture of frustration and shame that licking his own
daughter's pussy had made him aroused. I promised myself there and then that I
would make Daddy cry one day.

The following weekend, Grandma came to stay for a couple of days. She is 52,
and her black hair is tinged with grey, but she still looks fantastic. Tall and
slim, she has retained her figure well, and probably has the best legs of all
the women in the family. I had always noticed that Daddy was uneasy when
Grandma came to stay, and I was to find out why that evening.

I had said goodnight to everyone, and was about to go upstairs, when I heard
Grandma speak to Daddy.

"Take off all your clothes, and meet me in the garage," I heard her say.

I immediately slipped out the back, and went into the garage hiding myself
behind a pile of boxes. Daddy came in a couple of minutes later, quickly
followed by Grandma. She took him over to a purpose built metal frame with
leather cuff for the hands and feet, which enabled someone to be spread-eagled
on the frame and totally immobilised. I watched as Grandma secured Daddy to the
frame, his body forming an X. Even though I had never seen it before, I knew
instinctively what was going to happen.

Alright Sissy boy, "Grandma began, taking off her dress and kicking off her
shoes. "What's it to be tonight, knee or foot?" She really did look good in
just her underwear, although I doubt Daddy was able to appreciate it!

What a lovely touch! She was making him choose how his balls were to be
punished. I felt myself becoming wet already.

"The knee please Ma'am," Daddy replied. (He always had to refer to her as
"Ma'am".)

With a wicked smile on her lips, Grandma slowly walked up to Daddy and put her
hands on his shoulders.

"This is always the best part of my visit," she smiled. "I love hurting you,
you worthless piece of shit. Are you ready?" Daddy nodded, looking very
frightened.

Without further warning, Grandma brought her elegant knee up with great force
directly into Daddy's poor unprotected balls. Oh how he screamed! I loved it,
and as she prepared to do it again, I felt myself silently saying "Harder
Grandma, harder. Crush his little nuts, make him scream even louder, I want to
see him vomit with the pain!"

She kneed him another three times, each one seeming a little harder than the
last. Then she stepped back, making Daddy believe it was all over. Then she
said:

"Now I have got you here, it seems such a waste just to use the knee."

With that, she swung her leg, and kicked him with all her might between the
legs. He screamed even louder than before, and pleaded with her to stop.

KICK!

"Sorry, did you ask me to stop?" she smiled.

"Yes," begged Daddy.

KICK!

"I can't hear you," she laughed.

"Oh God, please Ma'am, please stop!" Daddy sobbed.

"OK," she replied, and gave his damaged balls one last hefty kick with her
pretty bare foot, before undoing his bonds and leaving him crying on the floor,
clutching his precious jewels.

I crawled up to bed, very aroused, having learnt another way to torment a male,
and again wishing I had been in Grandma's place, and that it had been my bare
foot crashing into my father's balls.

It was about two months after my sixteenth birthday, and there I was again
outside the bathroom ready to watch Mom and Aunt Jean degrade Daddy with their
piss and shit. As I got there, I could hear them both taunting him about being
cuckolded by two of his brothers, and how Mom had never enjoyed sex so much. It
turned me on to hear them do this, because I knew how much it was hurting
Daddy, particularly in his frustrated condition.

As I moved to get a better view, a floorboard creaked. Mom and Aunt Jean both
looked up, and I saw the horrified look on Daddy's face as he realised I could
see him in this humiliating position. Mom called me into the room.

"I thought you had been watching over the last few months," she laughed. "How
much of his treatment have you seen?"

"I have seen everything," I replied. The two of you forcing him to eat shit,
Jane cockteasing him until he sobs with the frustration of it, and Grandma
kneeing and kicking his balls until he screams in agony. Oh Mom, I have loved
every minute of it!"

"And you want to do all of those things to your father, don't you?" added Aunt
Jean.

"Yes," I gasped. "The very thought of it makes my pussy so wet!"

"Well I think you are old enough now," Mom stated. "Why don't you start right
now?"

I walked up and stood right in front of Daddy. He looked up at me, with both
fear and pleading in his eyes. I enjoyed that, because I was not about to show
him any mercy.
I slapped his face hard, backwards and forwards about half a dozen times.

"You pathetic sissy!" I yelled. "What real man would allow his wife and sister
in law to piss and shit in his mouth? Or kneel and suck his own daughter's
pussy while she calls him names? Or worse still, make no protest as his Mother
in law ties him to a frame and then proceeds to knee and kick his balls? Aunt
Jean was right, shit eating is just what you deserve."

I grabbed him roughly by the hair, pulled his head back and told him to open
his mouth. Then I spat into it two or three times. I then stood up again.

"Kiss my feet prick," I ordered, and he bent down submissively and planted
several kisses on my bare feet.

"Now ask me to shit in your mouth," I commanded him. "And you had better make
it sound convincing, or I will rip your miserable little balls off!"

"Please Emma," he began, his voice almost a whisper. "Would you please shit in
my mouth. Use me as your toilet, and make me eat it. I know I deserve it, as I
am useless as a husband, father and a man."

The three of us laughed at his debasement of himself. I turned to face away
from him, lifted my night-dress and pushed my bottom into his face.

"Open wide pansy," Mom told him. "And get ready for your first taste of your
youngest daughter's shit. And make sure you eat it quickly, Jean and I are
busting to empty our bowels into your toilet mouth!"

With Daddy in place, I prepared to use him. I can't describe the feeling of
power and arousal I felt, as I ordered Daddy to stick his tongue right in my
asshole to coax the shit out of me. Finally, I released a log, which pushed his
tongue back and forced it's way into his mouth. I turned and watched in
amusement and delight, as he chewed my shit with a look of revulsion on his
face and retching throughout. I managed to squeeze out one more log, followed
by a bellyful of piss, before I made him lick my ass clean. I turned face him
again, and ordered him to his feet.

"Open your legs," I said imperiously. "I want to hurt you."

"Please Emma," he begged.

"Spread your legs NOW!" I yelled, and he quickly complied.

I took a step back, and studied the target in front of me.

"Kick him as hard as you can, Emma," Mom urged me. "Right in those useless
balls of his."

"Yes, don't hold back," added Jean. "See how loud you can make the bastard
scream!"

I took a short run up, swung back my leg and brought it up with all the force I
could muster, and felt my bare foot smash squarely into his nuts. He really did
scream with pain, which increased my arousal and brought delighted applause
from Mom and Jean. As he lay there, clutching his balls I knelt beside him.

"You probably thought, as I am your little girl, I would never do these things
to you," I said to him. "Well I can be as cruel as the rest of the women in
this family, and believe me I will be!"

With that, I stood up, smiled at the two smirking women, and retired to bed,
having thoroughly enjoyed my first taste of degrading a male.

I learnt something else the next day too. It happened to be father's birthday,
although you would not know it, as he was not treated any more kindly than any
other day. I had noticed that Daddy always ate alone in another room, and as we
prepared dinner I asked Mom why.

"Come and see," she replied. "We are preparing his dinner now."

As I went over, I saw Grandma, Mom, Aunt Jean and Jane around a big plate of
food. They were all taking a mouthful of food from it, chewing it until it was
mush, and then spitting it into a large bowl. Mom got me to join in, and when
we had finished, the bowl contained a huge amount of disgusting, half-eaten
food mixed with a load of female spittle.

The other women then took turns in emptying the snot from their noses into the
bowl, and I was invited to do the same. Then one by one, Jane and Grandma took
the bowl placed it between their legs, and pissed all over the contents.

"There," said Mom. "Do you think that is fit for your Daddy?"

I had a wicked thought. "Well it is his birthday Mom," I said, as I leaned over
the bowl.

With that, I pushed two fingers down my throat and spewed up all over Daddy's
dinner. The others all laughed and clapped, saying I had definitely inherited
the cruelty of the female side of the family. I grabbed a spoon, and took the
bowl in to Daddy.

His face was a picture as I placed the evil smelling mess before him.

"There you are Daddy," I began. "I will sit with you while you eat it."

"No need," he replied.

"Oh I want to," I continued. "I put the vomit in there specially for you, and I
want to watch you enjoy it!"

I laughed, as he struggled with every mouthful trying hard to keep it all down.
When he had finished, I just had time to take the bowl from him, as he dashed
past me heading for the toilet.

I decided at that moment that I wanted a husband of my own to do all those
things to, and more.

It took me two years to find the right weak-willed wimp for my purpose, and if
you like, I will tell you of the fun I had during our engagement, the wedding
and after.

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