Author: Mythos
Title: Lily: Mother (Denial)
Part: 1 of 5
Universe: Lily
Version: 2
Date: Mar 11, 2017
Word Count: 2800
Keywords: MFf, inc, anal, fist
Summary: Lily entertains a couple behind her mother's back.
         Mother grows suspicious.

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Lily: Mother
Part 1 (Denial)

by Mythos

   Lily lay awake. In the last hour, she'd listened through the
walls to her mother having sex. Mom had brought home a married
couple--regulars. They hired her every two weeks or so to spice
up their sex life. Originally, they came to have sex with Mom,
but like all of her "boyfriends" and clients, Evelyn had Lily
offer herself to them as they left. Nowadays, they returned for
Lily.

   After half hour of silence, footsteps creaked down the hall.
Lily's bedroom door crept open. The man came in, followed
shortly by his wife. Both naked, clutching their bundled
clothes. They set them aside. As the wife closed the door, the
man came to Lily's bed.

   "Where's your sister?" he whispered.

   "She was tired."

   "She won't join us?"

   "She said she might join if she felt like it." It was a rare
occurrence when she did. Though Evelyn rarely turned down a
sexual encounter, she left Mom's clients to Lily. Evelyn would
only join, if she liked what she saw in the hidden video footage
the next morning. Ordinarily she slept.

   The wife tiptoed over. "That's okay, Sweetie. I like having
you all to ourselves." She pulled the covers down Lily's body.
Lily wore her usual T-shirt and panties. The woman wasted no
time in pulling the panties off and hungrily licking Lily's
snatch.

   Lily gasped and gyrated her crotch against the woman's mouth.
Meanwhile, the man crawled onto the bed, straddled Lily's head,
and pushed his growing member into Lily's mouth. With him on top
of her, she could only let him do the work of thrusting, but she
was content to do just that. She could still taste the residual
remains of her mother's pussy on him.

   The woman pushed a finger into Lily's snatch as she licked
her clit. One by one, she introduced another finger until she
had four sawing in and out of Lily. She tucked in her thumb and
pushed with her fist. It took much twisting and pushing, but
Lily had taken fists before.

   Soon the woman was sawing her arm into Lily, bumping against
her cervix. The man continued fucking her throat, causing her to
cough up mucus and saliva. Lily clutched the bedsheets. The
couple couldn't care less whether they might be hurting her or
choking her out. They came here to use Lily anyway they wanted.
Lily would have to tolerate them until they were done, but she
wouldn't stop them even if they'd let her. She lived for this
now.

   They switched places. The man lay on top Lily and thrust his
cock into her. As he hammered her, his wife ground her pussy
against Lily's saliva-smeared face.

   "Oh, yes." The women breathed. "Oh, Megan. Yes. Eat my pussy.
Stick your tongue inside me."

   Lily did so. She was "Megan" during these sessions, who
Evelyn found  was the couple's fourteen year old daughter.
Instead of playing out their fantasies on Megan, the couple
chose to role play them with Lily. That way it was someone
else's preteen who get the emotional baggage. Evelyn found the
idea delightful. Even Lily enjoyed pretending that these two
were her parents. She loved imagining Megan as well. Who was
she? Did she have any idea that both her parents wanted to fuck
her? To come into her room and used her without so much as
saying please?

   The man picked up his pace. Moans escaped the woman's lips.
They were close.

   Suddenly, the man froze. He clasped a hand over his wife's
mouth. Footsteps were in the hall. Mom was up. Lily's heart jump
into her throat. They waited motionless, the man with his cock
buried in Lily, the woman with her cunt pressed to Lily's mouth.

   Mom headed into the kitchen. Cabinets opened. The faucet ran.
Floorboards squeaked. The bathroom door shut. Toilet flushed.
Finally, Mom was back in her room.

   Slowly, the couple started their rhythm back up.

   They enjoyed Lily in many ways. When the woman came, she'd
squeeze Lily's head between her thighs while trying hard not to
make noise. The man came twice, once in Lily's ass, then again
over Lily's body. The wife licked the cum from Lily's breasts
while the man made Lily suck his dirty cock clean.

   The couple finished near two in the morning. They snuck out
without so much as a goodbye. Still hot and flustered, Lily
didn't fall asleep for half an hour. She'd played with herself
in that time, fingering her ass and pussy, and tasting the cum
on her fingers. She imagined if she actually was their daughter.
They'd sneak into her room and fuck her whenever they'd please.
In the morning, they'd serve her breakfast and send her off to
school, never acknowledging what they did to her last night,
knowing they'd do it again tonight. Lily would be their daughter
and their favorite sex toy.

   She neared orgasm and edged for several minutes. Ultimately,
she stopped herself. Evelyn had forbidden her from ever
climaxing on her own.

                               #

   Lily's alarm went off at 6:45. Pulling herself out of bed
took a titanic act of willpower. She put her panties and T-shirt
back on, then plodded to the kitchen to start breakfast for
Evelyn.

   She froze midstep. Mom was at the breakfast table, dressed in
a robe and nursing a cup of coffee. Mom was never up this early.

   She glanced up. "Hi, Baby," she said distractedly.

   "Hi, Mom."

   Lily pulled out pots and pans. Mom ignored her until Lily
started cracking eggs into a hot skillet.

   "Are you making breakfast, Baby? Why don't you make Mommy
some too."

   "...Okay." Lily cracked extra eggs.

   "And start another pot of coffee, Baby. Mommy isn't feeling
well."

   Hesitantly, Lily started another pot. Mother did look under
the weather. Her Tawny hair was like a haystack. Her makeup from
last night was smeared over her face. Her robe was only
partially done up. Despite this, she didn't look that bad. Mom
was a genuinely beautiful woman like Evelyn. Being in her early
thirties had done little to tarnish it, despite years of
drinking. Her open robe showed off her legs and cleavage--barely
maintaining her modesty. Any man would crave her hourglass body.
When Mother wasn't drunk or hungover, she'd fit right in on a
magazine cover. It was no wonder she managed to bring so many
people home for sex.

   With breakfast ready, Lily brought her eggs with her coffee.

   "That's a good girl, Sweetie."

   Lily returned to the stove.

   "Hey, baby?" said Mom. "You need to keep it down at night,
okay? Mommy could hear you banging around. I don't know what the
hell you're getting up to, but Mommy is trying to sleep, okay."

   "Okay. Sorry." Lily didn't mention the countless nights Mom
moaned like a whore in the dead of night as she banged with
strangers.

   Evelyn entered, fresh from the shower and wrapped in a towel.
She studied Mom, then sat at the table. Lily was disappointment
that Mom hadn't disappeared back to her room. Evelyn frequently
toyed with Lily during breakfast. Sometimes she made Lily climb
under the table and eat her pussy while Evelyn ate. A few times,
Evelyn made Lily lay on the table and use her own naked body as
a plate for Evelyn's piping hot breakfast. The food would burn,
and Evelyn's fork would stab her belly. With Mom here, there
would be none of that.

   Lily served her breakfast and stood aside as Evelyn ate.

   Mother frowned. "You're not going to eat, Sweetie?"

   Lily looked from Mom to Evelyn. When Evelyn gave a
microscopic nod, Lily fetched her own plate and ate with them.

   Mother eyed them both. "What was that? Sweetie, why do you
want your sister's permission to eat with us?"

   "Don't worry about it, Mary," said Evelyn.

   Mom narrowed her eyes at Evelyn. "Still doing that, huh?"

   "Calling you mom would imply you acted like one."

   "Don't start with me, Eve. Not this morning."

   Evelyn rolled her eyes as she ate. "Too hungover?"

   "_Don't_, Eve. I don't want you talking shit to me."

   "You're the one choosing to eat with us," Evelyn mumbled.

    "I will eat where I goddamn want. This is my house. This is
my food that I'm putting on the table."

   "Actually," said Evelyn. "Lily put this food on the table."
In more ways than one. Most food in the fridge these days, was
paid for through Lily's prostitution.

   "You ungrateful little bitch," Mom said. "You do this every
damn time we're in the same room. No fucking respect for the
work I do to provide for you two. No. Fucking. Respect. Don't
_ever_ say I'm not being a mother for you two."

   "Mary, your whoring pays the bills, sure, but that's the
only--"

   Mom's palm struck like lightning. Evelyn's fork clattered.
Everyone was silent as Evelyn felt her cheek where Mother had
just slapped her.

   "You don't _ever_ call me a whore," said Mother.

   "Are you're saying you're not?" Evelyn asked calmly.

   "I'm saying you don't get to judge what I do to pay for this
house, and these utilities, and our medical bills."

   "I wasn't judging. There's nothing wrong with what you do.
I'm surprised you don't make more than you do, honestly, with
all the men you bring home. How much do they pay you? I think
you should charge more. It certainly sounds like they get their
money's worth."

   "_Get. Out._"

   "As soon as I finish, I will." Evelyn fetched her fork and
resumed eating her eggs.

   Mom grabbed her plate and tossed it at the sink. It
shattered. Eggs and ceramic splattered everywhere.

   Evelyn calmly set her fork down. "Very well. Lily, come
along. Let's get ready."

   "No," said Mom. "Lily. Stay here. Finish your breakfast."

   Lily remained frozen in her seat. Evelyn rose and headed
toward her room, pausing. "Now. Lily."

   Both stared expectantly at Lily. Most girls might not know
what to do cornered like that. Lily, however, knew exactly who
she belonged to. She mumbled, "Sorry," to Mom, then rose to
follow Evelyn.

   "Lily. Get your ass back here."

   Lily ignored her.

   "_Lily_. I am your _mother_. Come back here _now_."

   She didn't, because at the end of the day, no, Mom wasn't her
mother. She'd stopped being mother years ago after Dad left. At
that point, she became a stranger who occupied the same house as
her daughters. As she had grown more neglectful, Evelyn had
filled in her place. Despite being Lily's bossy older sister,
Evelyn did take care of Lily--being there, shopping with her,
talking to her, even if these were all jobs Evelyn took on
begrudgingly.

   Months ago, when Lily's relationship with her sister forever
changed to one of ownership, Evelyn took over every role in
Lily's life: sister, owner, mistress, pimp, discipliner.

   And mother.

                               #

   "I'd love to sell you this car for that much, but I just
can't get the numbers any lower than they already are. Sixty
three thousand is the best I can do."

   "Sixty thousand," Evelyn said absently as she turned the
Lexus back into the dealer lot.

   "I'd be selling it at a loss."

   "If you can't sell it for that much," said Evelyn. "Then just
say so. I'll need one of you to drive us home though."

   "Look, I can talk to my boss. Maybe we can work something
out--"

   "Then do so." Evelyn parked. "I'll wait..." She checked her
phone. "For twenty minutes. Then I'm leaving."

   "Okay, then." The salesman took the keys and headed back into
the dealership.

   "What do you think?" Evelyn looked in the rearview mirror to
where Lily sat in the backseat.

   "It's nice," said Lily. "Isn't it a little expensive?"

   "What? You think I can't _afford_ it?"

   "No." That certainly wasn't the case. Evelyn's professional
network had grown. Every month, she found more and more depraved
and perverted clients for Lily, but more exotic clients meant
higher prices. Lily might spend a night strung up by her wrists
with her breasts in a clamp vice while man after man whipped her
body or sodomized her, but each man paid five hundred for the
privilege. Or perhaps a rich business tycoon would breed Lily
with his pack of prize-winning dogs while his wife forced Lily
to tongue her ass, but they might pay as much as ten thousand
for a weekend. Young flesh sells high.

   Lily never saw a penny of this money, but Evelyn would brag.
These days. Evelyn's only money problem was how to launder so
much. Will and his circle of friends were slowly introducing
Evelyn to the laundering methods they use for their drug
business.

   "No. I know you can afford it," said Lily. "But won't it look
a little weird in our neighborhood? What if someone robs it?"

   She shrugged. "It'll be insured. Besides, we need this. Your
clientele these days want high class. A high class girl gets
dropped off in a high class car."

   "I'm high class?" Lily asked incredulously.

   "No. You're the dirtiest, lowliest whore who's body deserves
the worst treatment possible. But for the money they're paying,
they _expect_ a high class whore, even if they want that high
class whore to fuck a pair of homeless men while they watch."

   Lily remembered that client. How could she forget the stench
of those vagrants? Their callused hands had been filthy, their
breath rotten. Her resulting orgasm had her toes tingling.

   "Besides," said Evelyn. "I think I deserve this. All this
hard work whoring out my little sister should have its rewards.
Don't you think?"

   Lily smiled. Evelyn smiled back.

   The car salesman returned. "Okay, we can do sixty thousand.
Let's go inside and talk financing."

   Evelyn smiled sweetly. "I'll be paying cash."

                               #

   "Where the hell did you get the money?" demanded Mom. She and
Evelyn had been arguing ever since Mom had gotten home later
that day.

   "I won it. In a lottery," said Evelyn.

   "Like hell you did."

   "It doesn't matter how I got it. I paid for it. It won't cost
you a penny. It's mine."

   "Fine. You know what. I won't ask you how you got it. But
don't think it's yours."

   This finally got Evelyn's attention.

   "_What_?"

   "I don't care if you won that thing in a lottery or if you
sucked a thousand dicks to get it, Evelyn. I spend every day
providing for you and your sister. You don't get to drive around
in luxury while I'm stuck with that piece of shit Prius."

   "You haven't done _anything_ to earn that car. It's entirely
my earnings."

   "Horseshit," said Mom. "You think it's all yours? You live in
my house. You eat my food. You use my electricity. All this I
pay for. I don't know how you afforded that thing, but it's
because I was paying for all the necessities. It's your car.
Fine. But I'll be driving it too. Now hand over the keys."

   Evelyn paused as though actually considering it. "No. I think
not."

   "Hand over the keys, Evelyn."

   Evelyn resumed her homework.

   Mom stormed from the bedroom.

   "Pretentious bitch," murmured Evelyn. She glanced over. "Are
you even working?"

   Lily snapped her head back to her science book. She was a
girl fully comfortable with having sex with a room full of
strangers, but put her in a room when Evelyn and Mom arguing,
and she'd rather be invisible.

   No sooner had she returned to work though did the front door
slam. Mom raced down the apartment stairwell. Concerned Evelyn
motioned for Lily to check the window. She did. There was Mom on
the sidewalk, marching toward where Evelyn had street parked. A
baseball bat was in her hands.

   "She's going to beat up the car!" Lily yelled.

   They were outside in an instant. Evelyn caught Mother's arm
moments before she brought a bat down on the windshield. They
struggled. Lily got the bat away. Finally, they broke apart.

   "If you trash my car," said Evelyn. "I will sue the fucking
_shit_ out of you."

   "Fuck you, Eve. No, you won't. I don't know how the hell you
got this car, but it sure as hell wasn't legal. I'll leave your
fucking car alone if you tell me now how you paid for it."

   "It's not your fucking business, Mary. You're hardly around.
You don't make meals. You don't clean the house. You don't even
know how we're doing in school. We have nothing to do with your
life. Why should you even fucking care?"

   "_How_, Eve?"

   "You'll never know."

   "Oh, I will know. I don't know what you're up to. But I
_will_ find out."

   With that, she marched back to the apartment.