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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Alpha_Rose_Lalonde/Roxy_Lalonde
  Character:
      Roxy_Lalonde, Alpha_Rose_Lalonde
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, Emotional/Psychological_Abuse, Incest, Age_Difference
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-02 Words: 727
****** Never Good Enough ******
by gooberAscendant
Summary
     Fill for the prompt: Kyoikumama - Japanese - A mother who incessantly
     pushes her child(ren) toward academic achievement.
     (HSWC Bonus Round 2)
This is not how you wanted to spend your Saturday. Sitting cooped up in your
room, pouring over vocabulary words and sample math problems. But the SATs are
next weekend, and she was expecting nothing less than perfection from you. The
thought of failure twists your stomach in knots.
You received a B+ on your AP English test last week, and you can still feel
your mother’s icy stare as she calmly chastised you for your lack of
dedication. As she again explained in detail your every flaw and failing.
Each time you have the conversation, the one where she tells you that you could
do better, be better, it hurts more. If she can’t be proud of you, you wish
that at least she would just punish you. Yell, ground you, withhold desert,
something other than that look she gives that makes you feel worthless. Like
you’ll never be good enough.
God you wished she would just hit you and get it over with. Break the tension
and let you stop worrying constantly. Show you that she feels anything for you
but cold detachment. Bend you over her knee and spank you until you can’t think
anymore. Touch you.
Your hand drifts underneath your skirt. You take a sharp breath as your fingers
find the soft fabric covering your rapidly warming vulva. You trace up and
down, teasing. You imagine her holding you, comforting you. Your fingers circle
your clit through the now wet cloth of your panties.
You lean on your desk, head resting on your arm. You imagine her spanking you,
whispering that everything will be okay as you cry. Your hand slips underneath
your underwear. You moan, imagining her hand in place of yours. Imagining her
touching you so intimately. Tears form in your eyes and your breathing grows
heavy.
“Taking a break, are we?” A chill runs down your spine.
You pull your hand from under your skirt and sit up straight. “Just a quick
break, mother.” Your breathing does not slow. Your heart beats faster.
“I see.” The condescension in her voice is unbearable.
“I’ll get back to work now.”
You hear her step closer. You can feel her behind you now. Warm, unlike her
demeanor. “Short breaks are important for proper information retention.”
You swallow and nod. You’re never quite sure if she is mocking you, about to
tell you how wrong you are.
“So please, continue with your… break.”
Your vision blurs. You feel dizzy. “N-no, I’m done now.”
“No.” She leans closer, hovering by your ear. “I don’t believe you were
finished.”
You can feel her breath. “It’s okay. I’ll just keep working.”
“Roxy.” She is almost touching your ear, speaking so softly. “You were not done
masturbating.” Your heart skips a beat. “So continue touching yourself until
you are properly finished.”
You can’t move.
“You do know how to bring yourself to climax, don’t you?” Her voice is a
whisper now.
You nod. The tiniest movement.
“Then put your hand back under your skirt and make yourself come.” You wish she
would scream at you instead. Slam you onto your desk, rip your panties off and
finger fuck you.
Your hand shakes, but you do as she says. You always do as she says. You slip
your hand back under your clothing, fingers sliding inside of yourself. You
gasp and moan.
“Good girl,” she whispers. You feel her lips brush against your ear. You wish
she would kiss you. Bite you. Tell you that you don’t always have to be good.
Your fingers curl, pressing upwards as you rhythmically move them in an out.
You moan louder. You can feel her. So close to you. But always so distant.
Pleasure builds inside you. Why won’t she just touch you? You want to come with
her arms around you. Her lips pressed against yours. You want to come with her
fingers inside you as she tells you that you are pathetic. A worthless girl
that will never be expected to do anything right.
Tears roll down your face as you climax. Waves of pleasure wash over you. For a
moment you forget. She is here with you. Everything is okay.
She stands up straight and steps away. You can no longer feel her. “Now perhaps
you can concentrate on your studies.” You hear her footsteps leave the room.
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