Sole Custody
by ajbrown2005@yahoo.com
Mother gets custody, daughter gets control


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Linda walked down the stairs and looked at her beautiful daughter, Heather,
sitting on the couch watching TV. The 40 year-old Linda was overjoyed that she
won the custody battle with her ex-husband for their only daughter. Heather
had recently turned 18 years old but still had half a year of high school left
and she would be living with her mother now. The divorce between Linda and her
former husband was extremely ugly and it was determined that whichever parent
was given custody of Heather would have sole custody. Because Linda's
ex-husband made much more money than she did it looked possible that he may be
given custody of Heather but to her pleasant surprise Linda was granted sole
custody of Heather.

Linda walked closer to her daughter sitting on the couch and admired how
beautiful Heather was. Heather sat Indian-style on the couch wearing a red
t-shirt and purple soccer shorts. She had long brown hair, a beautiful face,
and tan skin. Heather had a great figure but was not skinny. She had more of
an athletic build with fit looking arms, muscular legs, and pretty feet. Linda
had a good figure as well but she had quite a skinny figure, where her
daughter was more filled out. Both women were 5 feet 7 inches tall but Heather
probably outweighed her mom by 10-15 pounds. Heather's boobs were quite a bit
bigger than her mom's as well.

"This is our first night living alone together" Linda said to Heather. "Pretty
soon you will be all grown up and moving out of the house. What do you say we
have a mother-daughter night?" It was Friday night so Linda figured it would
be a good night for the two to spend some time together.

Heather turned off the television. "Sure mom" she said. "I am all grown up
now. I bet you I am stronger than you. Let's have a strength test!"

Linda wanted to spend time with her daughter tonight but found this request
somewhat odd. Still, Linda was happy that Heather quickly turned the TV off to
spend time with her mom. She would play whatever game Heather wanted to play.
It may be fun to wrestle her daughter for a little bit. "OK" Linda chuckled.
"What kind of strength test do you want to have?"

"Let's play mercy" Heather said excitedly.

"OK, we'll play mercy" Linda laughed. Heather quickly got to her feet and put
her hands in the mercy position. When Heather stood up it instilled some fear
into Linda. Although Heather was the same height as Linda, Heather's arms were
thicker, her legs were much more muscular than Linda's chicken legs, and even
Heather's attractive feet were bigger than Linda's bony feet. Linda's
emotional side did not let her admit the possibility that her daughter may be
stronger than her at her young age but her logical side looked at the athletic
Heather and did not know how Linda planned on winning a game of mercy against
the bigger Heather. Nonetheless, Linda's pride would not let her back down
from the game and she raised her skinny arms and locked her hands with her
daughter's.

When the two ladies locked hands Linda knew she was in trouble. She felt the
size and strength of her daughter's hands and could tell she was in for some
pain and humiliation. "Ready?" Heather asked with excitement. Linda nodded.
The 40 year old woman used all of her strength but Heather easily bent Linda's
hands back and easily brought her to her knees. It was as humiliating as ever
being overpowered by her daughter but the pain was much worse and Linda
immediately gave up.

"Mercy, mercy!" Linda yelled and she felt her eyes filling with tears. The
whole point of the game of mercy is that when one party says mercy they are
giving up and the winner is supposed to let go but Heather was not following
the rules and she continued to bend her mother's wrists back. "Mercy, I said
mercy!" Linda screamed in pain trying her best to hold back the tears and
avoid showing any more weakness. Heather was not wearing a bra and Linda could
see her daughter's large breasts jiggling underneath the t-shirt she was
wearing. Heather continued to bend her mother's wrists back.

"Now that dad is not here to beat on you I guess I'll have to take over"
Heather laughed as she inflicted more pain on her mom. This statement
infuriated Linda. Her ex-husband was physically abusive to her and his abusive
behavior had now rubbed off on their precious daughter.

"How dare you say that!" Linda screamed. "Go to your room, you are grounded
for the night." Linda feared that Heather wouldn't obey her order and wondered
exactly what she was going to do if Heather chose not to obey her. However,
Heather did let go of her mom's hands, giggled in a way that humiliated Linda
beyond belief and then Heather walked away and went into her bedroom like she
was told. Linda lay on the floor, holding her wrists, crying her eyes out. Her
daughter had really hurt her.

Fifteen minutes later when the pain was just beginning to leave Linda's wrists
and she thought she finally had the situation under control Heather's bedroom
door opened. The teenage girl walked out of her bedroom wearing high heels, a
mini-skirt, make-up, and a tight shirt that showed off her enormous boobs.
"Why are you so dressed up?" Linda asked sounding annoyed.

"I am going out" Heather replied.

"Oh no you're not" Linda replied. "I told you, you are grounded!"

Heather shook her head and walked towards her mother. "Mom, mom" Heather said.
"Didn't you learn your lesson?" Heather took her hand and grabbed her mom's
weak forearm and then used her other hand to bend Linda's wrist forward. Linda
screamed in pain, immediately fell to her knees, and started to cry in pain
again. "I am going out and there is nothing you can do to stop me" Heather
stated. She let go of her mom's hand, picked her purse off and end table, and
walked towards the door.

"You're turning out just like your father" Linda screamed at Heather as she
walked away. "You've turned into a horrible, horrible girl!" Linda cried.
Heather ignored her mother and walked out the door.

About an hour later when Linda finally got herself together she felt terrible
for what she had said to her daughter. No matter how badly Heather was
behaving, calling her a horrible girl was not going to help the situation, it
would only make Heather feel worse about herself. When Heather got home later
Linda was just going to have to sit her daughter down, have a long talk with
her, and lay down the rules.

Linda stayed up, sitting on the couch, waiting for Heather to come home.
Around 1 a.m. Heather walked in the front door. She set her purse on the end
table and kicked her shoes off revealing her attractive feet. "Heather come
here, I would like to have a talk with you" Linda said assertively to her
daughter. Heather obeyed and sat next to her mom on the couch. "Now I know
that you grew up seeing your dad act abusive" Linda said to Heather. "But
abusive behavior will NOT be tolerated in this house."

Instead of saying anything, Heather raised her long, muscular legs in the air
and then wrapped them around her mom's torso. Linda tried to pry her
daughter's legs apart but her puny arms could not separate Heather's powerful
legs. Heather used her legs to toss her mom back and forth like a rag doll.

"You've got it all wrong" Heather said as she began to shake her mom more
vigorously. "Dad was abusive to you because you are a bitch. You're still a
bitch and you'll always be a bitch. Now instead of his bitch, you are my
bitch. I am going to bed but when we wake up tomorrow you are going to cook me
breakfast. I want bacon and eggs. If you don't cook me breakfast I am going to
beat you up. Good night!" Heather let go of her mom, got up, went to her
bedroom and closed the door. Linda cried. She did not know what to do. She was
scared to death. She was going to have to call the police on her
out-of-control daughter. As she reached for the telephone she changed her
mind. If she called the cops they would take Heather away from her and they
would send Heather to live with her dad. Linda could not let that bastard win
and she could not let her precious daughter get away. Heather was misbehaving
and Linda was just going to have to be a mom and deal with it however she had
to.

Linda woke up early the next morning. She did not sleep well that night.
Should she cook Heather breakfast like she told her to? Of course not. She
could not give in to her daughter's orders like that. Linda did not begin
cooking breakfast but she was scared to death not to. What if Heather did beat
her up? Linda was weak and wimpy and did not like getting beat up. A big part
of her wanted to cook her daughter breakfast just to avoid getting beat up but
she knew she had to hold her ground and not do so.

Around 10 a.m. Heather walked out of her bedroom wearing tight white spandex
shorts and a white sports bra. The outfit Heather wore showed off her tan
athletic body. Heather was barefoot as well. Linda had to admit that her
daughter looked quite sexy right now and it offended her that she was walking
around the house like this.

"OK I'm awake" Heather said to her mom. "Time to start cooking me breakfast."

"No" Linda replied assertively. "You can't order me around like this in my own
house."

Heather casually shook her head and walked over to her mom. She lifted the
light woman off of her feet and threw her over her shoulder. Being thrown over
her daughter's shoulder like that was beyond humiliating for Linda. She tried
to get free but was much too weak to break free. Heather brought her mom into
the kitchen and set her down. "Now get cooking" Heather ordered.

"I said no" Linda replied with tears developing in her eyes. Heather slammed
her mom's head into a cabinet and it caused the tears to pour down Linda's
face.

"Are you going to get to work or do you really want to get hurt?" Heather
asked. Linda did not want to give in to her daughter but she was a wimp at
heart and was too scared of getting beat up by Heather to protest any more.
Linda said nothing and got to work cooking the bacon and eggs. When she
finished cooking she set two plates down on the kitchen table. After all of
this torture at least she would be able to sit down and have breakfast with
her beloved daughter. That's all she wanted was to spend some time with her.

"Why are you setting two plates?" Heather asked her mom. "You don't get to eat
any of this."

"Well what am I supposed to eat?" Linda asked sounding annoyed.

"I am going to eat the bacon and eggs and you are going to clean the pans"
Heather stated. "We'll get something for you after that." Linda opened her
mouth to object but Heather opened her eyes widely implying that if Linda
objected she would be in for more punishment. As ashamed as she was to do so,
Linda obeyed her orders and did the dishes while her daughter enjoyed the
breakfast that was cooked for her. When Heather finished her breakfast she
made her mom do those dishes as well.

"I need to eat something" Linda said to her daughter.

"I'll pour you a bowl of Shredded Wheat" Heather replied and she stood up and
walked towards the cupboard.

"I don't like Shredded Wheat" Linda objected like a child. "It gets way too
soggy."

"Tough" Heather replied. "That's what you are going to eat. You need to learn
to obey." Heather poured her mom a bowl of Shredded Wheat, poured the milk
over it, grabbed a spoon, and set it all on the table.

"I'm not eating that" the 40 year old, skinny woman protested and she began to
walk out of the kitchen. Before she could get away her daughter lifted her off
the ground and carried her back over to the table. Heather sat down on the
chair in front of the cereal, forced her mom on to her lap, and then wrapped
her strong arms around her mom's skinny body. Linda tried to break free but
her puny arms could not pry Heather's strong arms apart. Linda continued to
kick and fight but it was no use.

"You're not getting up until you eat your cereal" Heather ordered. When Linda
finally realized that fighting was no use she ate the soggy cereal. It was so
gross and it reminded her of when she was a little girl and her parents forced
her to eat food she did not like. The fact that she was still being forced to
eat food she did not like at age 40 embarrassed her beyond belief, especially
since the person forcing her to eat it was her own daughter. After she ate all
of the cereal she was ordered to wash the bowl. When she finished washing the
bowl her daughter walked over to her again, lifted her to her feet, and threw
her back over her shoulder with ease.

"Where are you taking me now?" Linda whined.

"We're going to go watch some TV" Heather giggled. Heather carried her mom
into the living room, threw her on her lap, wrapped her arms around her so she
couldn't go anywhere, and turned the TV on to a Saturday morning teen sitcom.
Linda felt Heather's big boobs pushing against her back.

"Can't I at least sit on the couch and watch it?" Linda asked.

"No, you'll sit on my lap and watch it" Heather laughed evilly. "Like the
little bitch that you are." Linda started to cry again. Heather ignored her
and just raised the volume on the TV so she could hear it better. When Linda
finalized the divorce with her ex-husband she thought she was finally free to
start a new life, where she would never be abused again. Now the truth slapped
her in the face that she had always been a bitch, and that she was going to
continue to be a bitch, now just at the hands of her attractive, dominant
daughter.