Only death can break us up
This story contains incest, snuff and other things thats considered abnormal. If you do not like these thing then please don't read this story. All characters are fictional and the story is part inspired by a black and white short film made in "The Movies", a PC game from Lionhead.
Only death can break us up
It was a warm spring day in a small English town. Winter had ended and the birds sang out there love and quest for a mate. But in one house at the end of Meadow lane things where not so happy.
It had all started at the breakfast table. Shella had made breakfast as normal then her husband and daughter came in from the living room and sat down. There was a awkwardsilence around the table as the three foxes ate and it seamed like only Dave was willing to talk. Lyla smiled all breakfast but avoided to look at her mom. After breakfast Dave left for work and his Monday morning meeting. It was first when he kissed Shella goodbye that she could sense the smell on his fur. His strong deodorant had covered it up but she could smell sex when close to him.
Shella did not think of it to much, if her husband wanted to paw in the morning that was up to him. She went into the living room and started to pick up some dishes left on the TV table but stopped in a motion staring at the floor next to the sofa. There was a pair of blue panties. Her daughters panties. The white walls of the room started to spin around her and she walked like in a trance back into the kitchen with the dishes. Lyla was still siting at the table and Shella stopped for just a moment when passing by. It was there, no question about it. The smell of sex. On her 16 years old daughter.
At first she did not understand, she did not want to understand. But as she made the dishes, not even feeling the hot water over her hands a chill went up her spine. Her husband had yiffed their daughter while she was in the next room making breakfast. And he had not touched her for two weeks! A dark feeling started to cloud her mind. Jealousy, hate and disgust all mixed together. How dared that bitch have sex with her husband? How dared that slut touch her mate? Shella knew very well that her daughter was no saint and certainly no virgin but with her father? With her moms mate?! Her gaze was ice cold when she looked at her daughter at the table. Her own daughter had betrayed her. All the love she had given her since she was a baby was now turned into deep hate of jealousy.
- I'm going to take a bath now mom, Lyla said, Could you help me scrub my back?
Shellas claws started to extend with a hard grip around the knife she was washing but she controlled her voice.
- Of course I can hun, why don't you clean the table while I finish here?
Lyla obediently started to clear the table from tea cups and plates but as she bent over the large mahogany table her skirt lifted and Shella could see the pink pussy of her daughter. Clenching her teeth she turned her head.
- Ill finish that later Lyla go run the tap so you can take that bath before noon. She forced a smile to and Lyla smiled back and left the kitchen.
Later, it may have been minutes or hours, her daughter called form the second floor that the bath was ready. Shella took off her apron and went to the stairs. At the top Lyla was standing without any clothes showing off her naked furry body, brushing her hair. Shellas eyes went up and down the perfect teenage shapes, pink pussy, perky breasts, no wonder she had gotten her claws into her husband. Lyla smiled and went back into the bathroom and Shella started up the stairs, her eyes was focused on the white stair carpet and in her mind she saw Dave and Lyla having sex against the wall at the top. For a brief second the carpet was not white as it should be but covered in Dave's cum from Lylas overflowing cunt.
Shella quietly went into the bathroom finding Lyla sitting down in the steaming water still brushing her hair. This time Shella could not take her eyes of Lylas breasts, for every tug with the brush they bounced slightly and again Shellas mind was filled with the images of Lyla riding Dave's dick. Her tits bouncing for every thrust. She sat down on the edge of the bathtub and placed her hands on Lylas shoulders. Lyla smiled at her and put away the brush. Her mom had a odd face this morning like she was worried so she expected that she was going to ask about something that would be important. Or well, important to her at least. Shella started to rub her back getting her to relax and slide down into the water a bit.
- Do you love him? Shella asked in a low voice.
Love who? Lyla asked a bit surprised. Was this what had bothered her mom? Some casual love issue with one of her many lovers?
Dave... She continued with her low voice.
Dad? Of course I love dad. Why do you ask that?
Shella stopped rubbing her shoulders for a bit.
- Was it good to fuck your own dad?
Lyla stiffened, her mom knew, she knew everything.
- Mom I...
But Shella did not listen, her mind was full of dark liquid hate and her eyes could only see black.
Do you think you can steal him from me?! She asked with a hard but calm voice.
Do you think I will let you steal my mate?!
With a hard grip on her daughters shoulder she slammed Lyla forward down into the bathtub, water spraying all over the white and blue colors of the bathroom walls. Lyla tried to scream but just swallowed water instead making her cough during the few moments she managed to get above the water. Shella then pulled backwards instead of pushing, slamming Lylas head into the bathtub down under the water.
Lyla struggled for her life, her hind paws kicking trying to get up. Her claws started to dig into her mothers arms, blood squirting coloring the water in a crimson tone. Then it all stopped. The silence was absolute and Shella let go of her daughters now limp body.
No one was ever going to steal her Dave from her, no one. She looked at her daughter her eyes focusing on the face of the one she had once loved and started to cry. Her tears transformed the face in front of her. It was not her daughter that she had killed, it was herself...
A ringing sound made Shellas ears twitch like someone was talking. It was getting louder and louder and the room was spinning.
Mom I would never try to steal dad from you. Shella nearly jumped out of her fur and looked around. She was still in the bathroom her hands on her daughters shoulders but there was no water on the floor or walls.
It just happened mom, dad was so nice to me every time and.. It just happened.
Shella shock her head, she had not killed her daughter it was all just some kind of vivid dream. Then a chill went up her spine. Every time? Not just once but several times? Her breath was deep and her head spinning the colors of the room making her feel like she was sinking. There was only one way to deal with this. Only one way to deal with this "second wife". She got up and started to remove her clothes. Lyla watched with big eyes as the older vixen undressed, especially when she removed a pair of black laced thongs.
- You need to learn your place as second wife Lyla, she said, and if you don't learn that lesson I will throw you out on the street.
The water felt like it had turned ice cold watching as her mother turned and bent over exposing her pussy even more.
- You will service me whenever I ask, starting right now.
Lyla stared at her moms cunt trembling a bit, she had been with girls before but this?
Shella griped Lylas hair hard and pulled her so close the she could feel the breath over her now wet cunt. Lylas mouth opened carefully and her toung first only touched the lips of her moms pussy but was then again pulled closer forced to lick harder. A strange feeling went through her body almost like when her dad had fucked her, It was a tingling feeling like her body knew these places from before. Her dads dick and her moms pussy had made her after all.
Shella moaned and laughed slightly.
When I said service I did not mean my pussy slave. She pulled Lylas hair, pulling her up in under her tail so that Lylas nose brushed over her tailhole. Lylas eyes opened wide but she was in a firm grip and could not escape. She had no choice. With a burning face she started to lick her moms ass. Shella gasped and squirted female juices all over her daughter.
This was the better choice. Instead of killing her daughter she had turned her into a second wife, a sexslave to shear with her husband. And if she ever tried to be more then that, Shella would just have to show her how a misbehaving slave was treated and humiliated...