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[snoopercharmbrights]

As I come to the end of my year of 69, and reach my seventieth birthday today (14th April), I have decided to cut back on my editing. I shall no longer accept editing assignments from new authors (victims?). Those who have suffered from my past editing efforts may, should they be so foolish, continue to request help from my “real” email address, and will probably receive it.

I thank all those kind souls who have allowed me to try to help their writing, and apologise to those who did not like what I said.

My Lit first contact email address will only be checked irregularly. As I have wrecked the Snooper account I cannot remove the entry from the official VE list, and therefore I shall become one of the legion of useless entries on that list.

 

[LadyCibelle]

As I come to the end of my year of 69, and reach my seventieth birthday today (14th April), I have decided to cut back on my editing. I shall no longer accept editing assignments from new authors (victims?). Those who have suffered from my past editing efforts may, should they be so foolish, continue to request help from my “real” email address, and will probably receive it.

I thank all those kind souls who have allowed me to try to help their writing, and apologise to those who did not like what I said.

My Lit first contact email address will only be checked irregularly. As I have wrecked the Snooper account I cannot remove the entry from the official VE list, and therefore I shall become one of the legion of useless entries on that list.

Happy Birthday, old friend.

I wish you love, health and everything you want.

 

[Irania]

"Pfft," old at sixty nine, I sucked my great grandpa's dick last year at the same age and he seemed to enjoy it! A great editor can't be lost to the community. Don't go away......live and enjoy.

Irania (a sick puppy)....and a very bad writer. Read this one if you want. Lit keeps on rejecting it. Call it my present to you.

Sadie’s Absolution
By Irania ©

“Thank you for beating me Mother.”
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She started fucking boys and her Daddy at eighteen. Her prior beatings formed her character. She was a pain loving bitch.
In her tenth year she knew she was different, experiencing joy as Mother licked the blood from her scrapped knee.
At twelve her first punishment caused an awakening in her soul, and she looked forward with exultation to each session.
At sixteen she found absolution for her wicked ways through complete submission as Daddy beat her ass. Daddy cautiously held back on sexing her until she was of legal age and fully understood her domination.
At eighteen she started fucking college classmates, which caused her dominating parents much pain.
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“I love it when it’s hot—the flowers all smell lovely and the sky is so nice and blue—sun brown’s my skin. Oh the beach, my friends and I love the beach. Is Dad going to be gone all summer? I miss him when he’s gone. Why does he have to go away every summer? When’s he coming back? Can we go to the beach tomorrow? I don’t have to do any housework do I? Is Daddy coming back?
“Slow down Sadie,” said her thirty-something mother combing the fit eighteen-year-olds waist length black hair. Mother shared her daughter’s desire for the man of the household. His musky smell and rugged masculinity created harmony in their estrogen filled world. And his dick, oh his dick, so big and thick—as if God created perfection!
Squirming in her mother’s lap the college freshman sighed, “It’s just I miss him Mom. Daddy always comes up with the best ideas for fun.”
“Calm down, Dad’s gone, but he’ll be back as quick as a rabbit. Yes, we can go to the beach tomorrow, as long as you put on lotion so you don’t burn your creamy skin. Now turn so I can get these tangles out of your hair.” Sadie twisted her sweet body, leaving the excited mother wet. “I’m going to fuck her again,” she silently thought as Sadie’s wiggling tickled her clit. “I’m gonna fuck the slut until she begs me to stop.”
“Yes Mom, but be careful becau—Ouch—that hurts!” yelled Sadie, switching positions causing her short white skirt to hike up exposing panties the color of pink rose petals. Her mother glowed like an angel, savoring the view of her daughter’s exposed saintly legs.
“Goodness Sadie, you’ve grown so big. Your Daddy won’t even recognize you. What are you hundred and five pounds? You’ve matured into fine young woman with a heavenly figure.”
Sadie thought for minute, rubbing the top of her pink, thigh-length stockings, “Not sure what I weigh—think I’m fat. I like it when you comb my hair. It makes me feel all wet inside. Is Dad coming home? I miss Daddy terribly. Oh, I do love you so much Mom…sweet, sweet Mom.”
The older woman strained, taming her rising libido as fire lit her body, “Your womanhood is making you wet. You always get so wet when I comb your hair. Maybe Daddy will come home later and bring you a present. Now I’m finished, so put the two pink ribbons in your hair my divine cherub.”
“Thank you Mom,” Sadie turned and gave her mother a big hug and kiss on the cheek. “You always make me feel so beautiful. I like to feel beautiful for all the college boys.”
Not liking to share the little slut, Mommy knew Sadie had been fucking all her classmates and it caused her blood to boil like Dante’s Inferno. She repressed her devilish rage and politely spoke, “Yes—stay away from all those nasty boys, because they may try to do bad things to you.”
“I kinda like the bad things all the boys do,” Sadie responded, laying her ethereal head on Mom’s small breasts, smiling and thinking about her father’s cock.
“Sadie, don’t let them stick their dicks in you. Never let anyone stick their dick in you unless it’s Daddy,” said Mom, growing furious and blood red, having difficulty containing her rage.
“Now my womanhood is getting soaked. Can I touch it Mom? I promise to be a good and not fuck anymore boys—least not today. I like to play with my pussy after you’ve made me beautiful. It feels so good when I touch my clit and sit in your lap. Can I touch it now? Please—I’ll be good, no fucking boys, ever!”
“Go ahead, as long as you promise! Please yourself like I’ve taught you to please me. Lean back against my chest and play with your clitty while Mom watches.”
“Thank you!” Sadie said as she leaned back and pulled up her skirt, slowly massaging her clit under her panties. “I like it when I rub it right on the clit—Mmmmmmmm—that feels good.” Mother slowly kissed the young woman’s neck, savoring the rich flavor of Sadie’s skin with her red full lips. Gently gliding both hands to each breast, she allowed herself the pleasure of the soft touch of her daughter’s slender body. “Oh Mom, pinch my titties. It feels good when you pinch my tit—AH—that HURT, do it again!” Mother pinched harder and her anger spewed forth like an erupting volcano.
“You bitch, remove your top and panties!” Mother sadistically demanded, taking control and squeezing Sadie’s titties brutally. “Little whore, did you think that I would let you get away with that comment about boys without absolution?”
The teen cried with joy as her mother released her breasts and pushed her daughter to the floor. Practiced to obey her mother’s demands, Sadie quickly removed her top, skirt and panties. “I said top and panties, don’t you ever listen you little whore? You think this is funny slut?” Mother grabbed Sadie by the hair and slapped so hard it knocked her to the couch.
Suppressing a satisfied grin, Sadie’s cheek turned bright red and she whispered, “Yes Mother, sorry Mother.”
“Don’t be sorry, never be sorry little whore—go get my cane.” Mother ordered as she quietly burned, “That wicked slut’s been fucking every boy at college and she thinks it’s funny. I’ll take that smile off her fucking little face.”
Trembling with delight at her impending torture, Sadie went to the table and retrieved the thin, birch cane. Like a serf presenting to a queen, she held the cane up for her mother. “Wipe that smirk off your face whore-daughter and don’t look at my eyes. When your Daddy gets home I’m gonna tell him not to fuck you!”
Sadie, terrified at losing what she loved most quickly screamed, “NO, anything but that—I’ll be good—no nasty boys. Please punish me. PUNISH ME!” Sadie bent over the edge of the couch and pulled her hair away from her back exposing her ass and pink stockings. “PUNISH ME!”
“Do you think a little torture is going to be enough to let your Daddy fuck you? Not hardly little slut. Stand up straight, I didn’t tell you to bend over.” Mother ordered pulling Sadie to her feet by the hair.
“Yes Mother,” Sadie complied, recovering and standing rigid, like a statue of Archangel Michael. Her mother circled, snapping the birch cane in her hand every few seconds in unholy satisfaction. As if a demon possessed, Mother greedily eyed the slut with a bloodthirsty need that could only be satisfied with the administration of pain—delicious, sinful pain. The thought of impending damage aroused both women to a state of rapture, sending chills down Sadie’s naked, creamy skin.
Shaking in blissful delight at the impending penance, Sadie felt free. Free of the shackles that restricted the thoughts of most who travel the celestial plane in a cursed path. Only a few could know and understand this type of passion. She felt heaven-sent to be a crucible of Mother’s rage, cringing as the powerful woman pulled out four ungodly instruments of torture and held them to her face. Sadie enjoyed the depth of Mother’s wickedness almost as much as she enjoyed her father’s cock.
“Now that I have your attention cunt, tell me you’re a spoiled little whore.”
“I’m a spoiled little whore,” Sadie whispered low to her tormentor, averting all eye contact.
“Yes, now I like that, that excites me—you no longer are happy little Sadie. My pussy is wet knowing you will soon suffer pain little cunt. Pain worse that falling through the gates of hell and fucking Satan himself. If you are acceptably compliant, you may get to please me tonight.”
“I’ll please yo….AH,” Sadie stopped, being choked by her mother.
“Shut up you little fucking bitch, whore-dog! Ask me to put these clips on your titties and make me believe how badly you want to feel the joy of torture,” Mother demanded.
In a soft pleading voice Sadie begged like a pauper, “Please put the clips on my titties.”
Mother forcefully slapped Sadie’s cheek putting her face inches away and choking the teen’s neck harder. “That’s better cunt, Oh God you’re so beautiful, kiss me.”
The Dom grabbed Sadie’s hair and pulled, forcing her farther from her lips. “Kiss me slut, what’s a matter, you are not doing to do as I commanded? I said kiss me!” Sobbing, Sadie pulled against Mother’s grasp. “Oh that’s much better, that’s what I want—not smiling anymore little whore-daughter?
The powerful woman allowed Sadie’s needful lips to find comfort, and the younger girl thrust her tongue hungrily into her mother’s mouth. Wrapping both hands in long dark hair and biting Sadie’s lip, Mother yanked her daughter away, “Just a taste of sweet pleasure to come. Now ask me again.”
“Yes Mother, please put the clips on my titties.” Sadie whispered lusting for the relief of pain.
As Mother tightly squeezed the clip on Sadie’s left areola, she said, “What do you say now?”
“Thank you for punishing me Mother.”
“That’s a good bitch, now ask for the other one.”
“Please put the clip on—AH—on my titty. Thank you for punishing me Mother,” cried Sadie as the joy of impending absolution brought redemption to her tortured soul.
Mother bent down in front of her daughter’s cunt and pulled one of her labias free, “Ask!” She demanded, pulling the lip an inch from Sadie’s body.
“Ohhh, Please put the clip on my pussy.” She cried as the beast snapped the clip shut and grabbed the other pink moist lip. “Thank you for punishing me Mother.”
With the last clip secure, Mother spanked Sadie’s pussy causing the teen to cringe in pain and sob openly. The young woman experienced such joy in her domination. The love—the pain—A benevolent creator would bless this union of anguish with pride.
Mother handed Sadie two chains and commanded, “You know what to do whore.”
“Thank you for allowing me to do this Mother,” she said, skillfully attaching a catch at the end of each chain to the silver clips. Like a priest offering communion to a parishioner, she held the chains up as an offering.
“Yes, that’s how I like my cunt-daughter,” whispered the older woman as she pulled Sadie forward by the chains, lightly whipping her breasts with the cane.
“Thank you for punishing me Mother,” Sadie cried louder with a wicked grin as the cane found its’ mark.
“Get on all fours on the coffee table and arch your ass up as far as possible like your praying for forgiveness.” Sadie complied and Mother lightly whipped her stomach to force the ass to arch. “Good whore—stick that ass up high, you look like a bitch-dog in heat about to get fucked,” said Mother as saliva dribbled down her lips. She thirsted to administer pain…beautiful, satisfying pain. Pain that passed through generations and started with bloody birth, only ending in death.
“Please beat me Mother.” Sadie asked without being prompted, joyfully submitting to domination with uncontrollable desire for the impending pleasure. The smiling Jazebel lifted the cane and held it high above her head, sadistically teasing Sadie with a momentary pause. Exploding her anger and strength into a powerful stroke, she thrust downward, ending in a loud, sharp WHACK.
“Th..thank you for punishing me Mother,” sobbed Sadie as she writhed in agony keeping her back arched and ass pointed high.
“Only nineteen more whore-daughter,” Mother seductively spoke, “Start counting between strikes.”
“Please beat me MoTHER—NINETEEN,” Sadie screamed as the second stroke marked her ass. “Thank you for punishing ME—EIGHTEEN.” Mother only softened on the last stroke, as Sadie began to black out. Mother ended, with the teen drooling like an inebriated drunk, “One, th—you punish.” The she-devil allowed her daughter to rest for a few moments.
“That’s a good cunt. Now that today’s punishment is over I will permit you to enjoy pleasure. Come to the mirror and look at your ass,” Mother commanded as she pulled on the chains and forced her daughter off the table. Grabbing the teen’s neck, she coerced Sadie’s head to turn and stare at her red ass in the mirror. “Do you like looking at your little ass?”
Sadie pained, managed to whisper with a smile, “Yes Mother, thank you for beating me.”
“Stand up straight bitch,” Mother spoke as she yanked the teen’s hair. “Spread your legs so my cane can fit in your dirty pussy.”
As Sadie stood looking at her ass, Mother slowly entered the birch rod up her pussy, “Good whore, keep looking at your ass,” she commanded in a tender voice and inserted the rod deeper up her daughter’s cunt. “Will the little slut ever talk about nasty boys?”
“No boys, only you and Daddy. I only want you and Daddy to fuck me,” she mumbled as the adult slowly stroked the cane in her pussy. “Thank you for punishing me.”
“Good girl, I like it when you comply. God will forgive your sins for being such a good girl. You deserve a small reward,” Mother pulled the cane and placed it to her child’s lips. “Open up whore, suck your juice.” The teen eagerly took the cane in her mouth, sucking as her mother forced the stick down, causing Sadie to gasp. “Not so happy are you bitch? Thinking about fuckin’ boys anymore?”
Sadie coughed and spoke, pleading with tears, “No mother, NO NASTY BOYS. I’m such a bad little whore.”
“Good bitch, now come sit in my lap and I might play with you,” Mother commanded as she grabbed the chains and forced her child toward the couch. Mother sat and requested in a kind voice, “Sit your injured RED ass on my lap.” Sadie obeyed, gingerly sitting in her mother’s lap. “How do you feel now child? Did you enjoy your punishment?”
“Yes Mother, you punished me just the way I like it and my ass burns like sin.” Mother slapped Sadie’s face and kissed her deeply, chewing her child’s tongue, causing it to bleed and producing the stigmata. With blood leaking from the side of her mouth and coating her left nipple, Sadie found forgiveness.
“Thank you Mother. Slap me again,” Sadie whispered happily with Christ-like passion.
Mother twisted her daughter’s clit between her thumb and forefinger, causing Sadie to pull away as the excitement shocked her quivering body. Mother pulled the clips from the teen’s labia forcing a gasp for breath. Visions of nasty boys and their nasty dicks danced in Sadie’s head, as electricity stung her lithe body. A mighty bolt struck, forcing the young woman to grab her mother’s hand and say, “Faster.”
“I’ll decide when you can come whore.” Mother said as she pulled her hand from Sadie’s clit and yanked the chains free of the teen’s tits with practiced ease.
“AH—MOTHER, thank you!” said Sadie happily, enjoying her crucifixion.
Now lay on the couch and point your red ass out so I can enjoy. It is your good fortune that I have a taste for ass tonight.”
“Ye…yes Mother, said Sadie struggling to speak and beginning to quiver uncontrollably. “I’m so lucky to have a good mother. Please lick my ass.”
“You may rub your clit as I indulge, but don’t come until I permit, cunt!” Mother warned.
Mother slapped Sadie’s bright red butt cheeks with both hands and spread the muscular flesh, thrusting her thirsty tongue deep into the teen’s anus. Lifting slightly, enjoying the bitter taste, she bit hard on a cheek, leaving teeth prints. Sadie moaned and Mother said, “You may stroke faster now.”
Sadie began pinching her need with force, painfully gasping for breath as Mother tenderly devoured her ass. “OH GOD, Mother, can I please come? Spank me so I can come.”
The Dom grabbed her daughter’s hand and forcefully removed it from her clit, lifting her head and speaking, “Not yet daughter, not until you take my cane in your ass.”
“Thank you Mother, please put it in my ass now. Oh please Mother, I promise not to fuck any nasty boys, only you and Daddy,” Sadie begged.
Yes, yes, yes slut, your pussy is quite wet now and I think you are ready to finish this lesson. Lick the end of the rod.” The teen turned and mother brutally shoved the rod down Sadies’ throat, causing her to choke. “That’s a good slut. Now coat it with your juice.” Sadie rubbed her wet pussy and coated the rod with her own lubricant. Mother spoke with a devilish aura, “What a good little whore. Let me take a taste. Delightful, daughter juice is so sweet. I am going to allow you to eat my pussy tonight. ”
“Thank you Mother,” Sadie smiled realizing that Daddy would come home soon.
Mother slowly forced the birch rod up Sadies’ anus a full six inches. “Want more child?”
Sadie whispered with conviction, “Please.”
Mother gleefully forced the rod two more inches up her daughter’s ass and started stroking feverishly, “You can please yourself now, redemption is near.”
Sadie stroked her clit and started moaning, “AH, It burns Mother, everything burns.” After a few seconds a fire forced the child to arch her back and scream, “DADDY, OH FUCK, AH! OH GOD IT BURNS.” Sadie shook violently as crimson colors, nasty boys and Daddy’s dick exploded in her head. The warm, smell of urine permeated the room as she squirted juice all over the couch. She blacked out, quivering in ecstasy and pain as mini-tremors ran through her small body.
Waking a moment later in her mother’s caring arms she mumbled, “Thank you Mommy, can I fuck you now?”

The tallish, handsome woman stood up, lifted her skirt and pulled down her black silk panties. She offered a thick seven inch cock to his daughter and said in a resolute voice, “Daddy’s home.”

“I love it when we play,” Sadie said. She knelt as if in prayer and licked cum off his cock, thanking God for Father’s blessed resurrection.

 

[snoopercharmbrights]

... Call it my present to you. ...

Thank you.

... In her tenth year she knew she was different, experiencing joy as Mother licked the blood from her scrapped knee ...

At a quick guess, Lit thought this was under-age sexual feelings.

Or maybe cannibalism or necrophilia, as she has clearly replaced the scrapped knee with an artificial one!

Ooops, did you mean "scraped"?

 

[snoopercharmbrights]

"Pfft," old at sixty nine, I sucked my great grandpa's dick last year at the same age and he seemed to enjoy it! ...

Gosh! if you were sixty-nine last year, how old was your great grandpa?

 

[CopyCarver]

Gosh! if you were sixty-nine last year, how old was your great grandpa?

Happy birthday!