Disclaimer: All characters in this story are aged 18 or over. This story contains blackmail/noncon, incest, and other hard kinks. All events in this story are fantasy.
Jennifer awoke to a sudden deluge of cold water hitting her face. Sputtering, she awoke to find her daughter Kayla standing over her with an empty bucket. Her torment had begun early.
"Good morning mother. I checked my account and the money was there just like I asked. Unfortunately the bare minimum isn't going to grant you any special treatment. Your training starts today. You have 5 minutes to meet me in the bathroom." Kayla turned and walked out. Jennifer hadn't even had time to protest her rude awakening. She laid there for a moment before she remembered yesterday's events. Her daughter certainly didn't make idle threats.
Jennifer got out of bed and grabbed a towel out of her closet. Wrapping her now wet hair up in the towel, she also grabbed her bathrobe, which she threw around her curvy body. The robe mercifully concealed her too-small underwear. They had once fit perfectly, but now her breasts spilled out of the top of her bra, and her buttcheeks swallowed the fabric of her panties. Now clad in her cloth armor, she headed towards the bathroom where Kayla awaited.
Kayla was clad in a tiny tank top and boyshorts. She had laid out a towel on the floor of the rather spacious bathroom. She had filled up the bucket with steaming water. A small razor and a can of shaving cream laid on the floor next to it. Kayla was propping up her phone facing the items. She turned to give her mom a sickeningly sweet smile.
"Mother, you made it just in time. Can you guess what you're going to be doing for me?"
"Shaving something?" Jennifer asked. Staring at the razor gave her an uneasy feeling.
"Oh not just shaving something mother. You're going to be shaving your pussy. On camera." Kayla grinned. Her eyes pointedly stared towards Jennifer's nether regions.
"You can take off that fucking robe mother. You knew better than to come in here with that on."
Remembering the violent outburst refusing her daughter had led to, Jennifer obediently took off her robe, revealing her underwear. She once again paused.
"Kayla pl-" Kayla interrupted Jennifer before she could finish her sentence.
"Don't even try pleading or begging your way out of this. While I do like to see you grovel I much prefer the sight of you naked with your legs spread. Get stripping slut!"
Jennifer hung her head and quietly undid her bra. Her large breasts finally pushed outwards, finally freed from their restrictive prison. She pushed her panties down with some effort, having to pull them out from between her cheeks. Jennifer's blonde bushy pubes were on full display. Kayla motioned to the towel.
"Sit down mother. It's obviously been a while since you trimmed that jungle but I'm sure you remember how to shave your own pussy." Jennifer's cheeks reddened at the comment. She sat down anyways, her massive ass squishing out from beneath her. Her knees were touched close, preserving some resemblance of modesty.
"Kayla, I'll shave my... pubic hair if that's what you want. But please not on camera. Please don't make me do that." Jennifer choked. She looked up to Kayla with big watery eyes. Kayla glowered down at her for a moment, then rolled her eyes.
"I suppose I could turn off the camera. This time." Kayla relented. "But then you have to do your next task without complaining."
Jennifer swallowed. Blindly accepting Kayla's demands was what had gotten her into this mess. But she figured there was no better way out of her current situation. She nodded her agreement.
"Alright." Kayla grabbed her phone off the floor and turned to walk out of the bathroom. "I need to set up your next task. Meet me in the living room when you're done."
Kayla bounced out of the bathroom. In a moment, she returned and peeked her head around the doorframe.
"Oh and I forgot to mention, mother, but keeping yourself shaved is now the standard at all times. You don't want to find out what will happen if I find stubble on any part of your body." She flashed her mom a malicious smile and the brunette disappeared again. Jennifer blinked and looked down at the bucket. She slowly picked up the razor.
Washing off the last traces of shaving cream and pubic hair, Jennifer toweled off her freshly shaven crotch. She stood up and emptied the now lukewarm bucket of water into the tub. She had heard something that sounded like furniture moving downstairs. She wasn't particularly thrilled about finding out what Kayla had planned for her, but she decided against keeping her daughter waiting downstairs.
Coming down the stairs into the living room. She found her treadmill had been moved out of the corner and in front of the window. She had bought the treadmill intending to use it after work, but as the fluff around her belly and legs indicated, it had fallen out of use quite some time ago. Kayla was standing next to it, fiddling with what looked like a multitude of clothespins attached to a piece of string. She stopped her task and looked up at Jennifer.
"Ah mother, how nice of you to join me. I think you would look much nicer if you lost a few pounds, don't you agree? And men nowadays prefer a woman to be slim and fit. No one likes a whorish old pig." Kayla taunted her mom.
"How dare you! Kayla I am still your mother and you will treat me with some respect!" Jennifer lashed out, her face reddened from Kayla's barbs. Kayla instantly matched her mother's intensity.
"Shut up bitch! You don't seem to understand the situation. I own you!" Kayla shouted. Her ferocity caught Jennifer off guard. "I could ruin your fucking life at any moment. And you want to fucking talk back to me?"
