Chapter One

Claire lay in her mother's bed on the first day of the Summer holidays, stretched and looked at the ceiling. This would be the first year she could remember that they would not be going away. Her Mum had gone downstairs to get some orange juice and toast. There were not going to be many luxuries this Summer. Susan had managed to lose both a partner and a job in the space of six months. She was not desperately upset about either, except that something had to pay the rent. Social Security did not go a long way. Still, there were a couple of jobs she had applied for and all she needed to do was find something to tide them over.

Claire and Susan were very close. They had had to be. There had been times when life had not been easy. It was difficult to decide which one had needed the other most, sometimes. But things were ok now. There was just the two of them. Susan had had Claire when she was just fourteen. The unlucky result of a one night stand at a school Christmas Disco. That was ten years ago. Claire would be eleven this September!

It was warm. There was no embarrassment between them. Susan came back into the room wearing just the unbuttoned striped shirt she had slept in, carrying a tray. Claire had thrown all the covers off and wore nothing at all. Her hands were stretched to the top of the bed, holding the white painted rail. Her legs were wide apart, bent at the knees. Her little tanned body looked beautiful. The gentle curve of just beginning breasts. The tiny pink nipples, stretched almost flat. The gentle sheen of tiny golden hairs on her legs and tummy just catching the light from the window. Her blonde hair cascaded across the pillows and her shoulders. Susan looked away. She was just a bit ashamed about the thought that had flashed into her mind at that moment.

Just a couple of days before, when Claire had been at school, Susan's brother Tony had come round for lunch. He quite often popped in just to make sure everything was ok. They had been drinking during the meal and had a couple of cans of lager afterwards. Just the two of them. It had been the start of the heatwave that was now making the bedroom so hot, despite the partly closed shutters. Tony was a couple of years older than Susan and they had always been close. For a time, when Susan was thirteen, they had been rather closer than brothers and sisters are supposed to be! Not for the first time, the conversation had turned to what Tony would do if their parents ever learned how Tony made a living.

"They move in a different world! There's no chance."

Tony and some of his friends worked on commission. They went from town to town and put cards in shop windows. Blue movies pay well, but finding the girls who could perform well in them was a bit of an art. Tony and his friends had a wonderful time running "auditions."

"But it gets harder all the time. If you see what I mean." Tony smiled at the intentional pun. "The studios seem to want them younger and prettier and to have no limits to what they will do! Recently we've been putting cards in newsagents next to schools to see if we can tempt fifteen and sixteen year olds with a few hundred pounds. You would be surprised at how many ring up with offers of blow jobs hanging from the chandelier if we'll get them a job in films!"

"So you're still managing to make a dishonest living from it, then?"

"Too right," he smiled. "Sure I can't tempt you to have another go?"

"Don't be silly. No one wants to see stretch marks six feet long projected on screen. Besides, it was a bit of a disaster last time, wasn't it? I thought that scene with the banana was going really well until your mate, "Stud" Perkins, made his entrance, stepped on the skin and pulled the camera over trying to keep on his feet! It didn't come as much of a surprise that Tim never rang me again after I laughed at him getting upset about two grand's worth of smashed equipment.

"Talking of Tim..." Tony looked round, as if he was worried about being overheard.

"He's getting into some really big money, supplying photos and films to the Russian market. But he's taking some risks doing it."

"What do you mean?"

"He's moved into the kinky stuff. Aparently, since the communists lost power, anything goes in Russia. And they pay for it, too."

"What, bondage and that sort of stuff?"

Tony looked round again.

"Yep. And kids. I've promised to find him some ten to twelve year olds, if I can find some. Any ideas?"

That conversation had come into Susan's mind more than once in the past few days. She had always been fascinated about being tied up. The best orgasms she had ever had, had been with boyfriends who had understood the effect being helpless has on a woman. Since her last man had gone though, she had taken a conscious decision to spend some time with Claire. Take a break. One unexpected effect of that, however, had been to find time on her hands when she couldn't find any work and Claire was at school. Always an avid reader, she would sit in the flat with a book, but find her mind drifting off into the realms of fantasy. Before long, her fingers would be sneaking under her skirt or into her jeans and her imagination would take control. At first, it was simply the feeling that she needed something new in her life that had started it. Then it was an odd co-incidence that had focussed her thoughts. Now it was in danger of becoming an obsession.

Claire was a popular girl. She had lots of friends. Boys and girls. they were often coming round and playing games in the flat. The recent heat had meant they often wore very little. Susan had been very happy at school and had learned about sex very early. She often thought about those days and saw a lot of herself in Claire. She remembered what she had been doing with her friends at about Claire's age. Some of those kids were gorgeous, too. Innocent big eyes. Smooth, unmarked skin. Always laughing and bubbling and noisy.

Then there had been the day she had left four girls and a slighly older boy called Christopher in the flat whilst she had popped down to the shop. When she came back, Claire's bedroom door was closed and there was a lot of giggling going on behind it. "What's going on in there? You're being very noisy." Suddenly the door opened. A red faced Claire had come out and quickly shut the door behind her.

"Its alright, Mum. We're only playing."

Claire had shut the door quickly, but not before Susan had a glimpse of Christopher,completely naked and tied to the chair he was sitting on. His little prick was hard and one of Claire's friends was tossing him off! She decided not to say anything. But the momentary image had stayed with her. Susan's fantasies had begun to develop since that day.

As she turned away with the breakfast tray, Susan retained the image of Claire, stretched out on the bed. But her imagination had added some cords to keep her there. And yesterday afternoons fantasy had included pictures in her mind of the finger rubbing so feverishly at her own wet clitoris, doing exactly that to her own restrained and helpless daughter.

Chapter Two

"I saw what you were up to with Christopher the other day, you know."

Breakfast in bed had finished and Clair had cuddled up in her Mother's arms.

There was a few moments silence. Claire avoided meeting her Mother's eyes.

"We thought you might have noticed the sticky patch on the carpet."

Another silence.

"You've learned more than I thought, haven't you?"

"Are you angry?"

"Of course not."

Pause.

"Its fun, isn't it?" They both said it together, then collapsed in giggles.

"I was so afraid you were going to be angry and its my best discovery ever! Everyone used to make jokes about sex and I never knew what they were on about and then this year Sasha explained everything."

"And she showed me too!"

Sasha was Claire's long legged twelve year old friend from school. Susan had already had a couple of good wanks thinking about her!

"We did it to each other every single day last week. We had a bet!"

"You are terrible." They giggled again. They were more like friends sharing a secret, rather than mother and daughter.

A long pause.

"Can I do it to you?"

Another long pause.

"But you're my Mum."

"Go on, let me! Our secret!"

Susan tried to turn it into a joke. Had she gone too far?

"Alright."

Very lightly, Susan let her fingers brush over Claire's tiny nipples. As if reading her Mother's mind, Claire reached up for the rail at the top of the bed and was once more lying as she had been when Susan had come into the room earlier.

Susan's fingers traced a path down the smooth skin. Soon her fingers were parting the soft lips. Her other hand reached down and under Claire's soft little bottom, holding her thrusting slightly up from the bed. Her finger teased out the hardening little button and began to play with it. Without saying anything Claire's hand came down from the top of the bed. In seconds her little fingers had found Susan's wetness. In the silence, broken only by the sounds of the birds in the garden, Mother and daughter brought themselves gently into each others fantasies. The fingers got faster.

Just before their two bodies reached the moment, Susan heard the faint music of a passing car stereo.

The Beatles were singing, "Come together, right now...."

So they did.

Chapter Three

"We've got three days to find the rent, otherwise we're in real trouble."

Claire and Susan sat at the kitchen table. It had been an interesting couple of days since that first sharing of the big secret. They had talked about lots of things. Susan had learned that it hadn't only been Christopher who had been tied up. Apparently the girls had just been getting their own back for what he had done to them. But Susan knew they were on dangerous ground. Where was all this leading?

"There must be something we can do to make some money."

"Uncle Tony suggested something the other day."

Susan caught her breath.

"He caught me and Chris tying Sasha to the lamppost in the yard. He said people pay good money for photos of that! Did he mean it?"

Oh yes. He meant it!

Which was how they now came to be sitting in a comfortable reception area with Uncle Tony outside Tim Wakeman's studio.

Chapter Four

Tim Wakeman was just like someone's idea of the perfect host at a party. He made you feel as if he was really listening to what you had to say and that he really cared. Probably because he did. He cared about getting everything right so that he would make the most money possible. But at least you believed he was looking after you. Which was all that mattered really.

Susan had already had one meeting with him and her brother in which they had explored the possibilities and discussed how far they thought they could go with Claire. And with Sasha? Susan had then talked it through with Claire. She was apprehensive. But Susan promised that all she had to do was say, "enough" and they would be on the next bus home. But the rent had already been paid.

The studio was a big room with various areas set up with backcloths, beds, wallbars, cameras, lights and all the other paraphenalia that studios normally contain.

"How old are you?"

"Ten. And threequarters."

Their eyes met.

"And you're sure you're ok with this?

Claire nodded shyly, glancing at her Mum.

"Come over here then. Tony, will you look after the details? Simon's just going to take stills to begin with and I'll direct. Ok?

"It'll be alright, sunshine." Tony whispered in Claire's ear.

"Are you going to help, Sue?

Susan felt herself beginning to get moist with expectation as she and Tony picked up some black cord from a pile on the floor and Claire stood with her back to a set of wall bars. She was wearing her blue jeans and a tight white ribbed sleeveless top.

"Put your hands over your head."

Obediently Clair reached up for a rail abover her. Tony took one wrist and Susan the other and tied them to the bar with the black cord. The lights were turned on. The camera started to click.

" Look straight at the camera, precious." Tim knew what he wanted.

"Don't smile. Men want to picture you not being able to resist them. Look scared. Now look as if you want something. Men are going to wank over these pictures. Do you know what that means?"

Claire glanced at Susan again and nodded.

"Look as if you're watching a boy wank and you want him to be excited enough by you to come. Do you know what that means?"

Claire relaxed a bit and smiled.

"Oh yes. I know what that means."

She pouted at the camera.

"Magic. Now more ropes."

Tony took some more cord and tied her ankles together to the bars. The black cord contrasted nicely with the blue jeans. The camera clicked.

Susan added her own touch. The cords across the white top from the bars either side were just below Claire's tiny breasts. The camera clicked some more.

"Can she cope with a gag?"

Two strands of the black cord tied across her face between her lips completed the picture. Claire wasn't quite sure about that. The look in her eyes with the cords in her mouth would probably be the point of no return for some of her unknown viewers, though.

Chapter Five

The second set was on a chair. In a bikini. Claire's ankles had been tied to the front legs and her hands to the back. Susan had done all the tying and Claire couldn't help but notice how her hands kept stroking her legs and her tummy and her chest and her back and her face. Just like in bed. Claire was beginning to enjoy this.

"Can you cope with one of these?"

One of these was a little ring gag. A hard plastic circle with cords attached.

"It makes you look as if the boys could put anything in your mouth that they wanted to and you couldn't stop them. What do you think?"

"Ok"

Tony put it between her lips and tied the four cords round her head.

The camera clicked.

Susan whispered something in Claire's ear. Her eyes widened.

Simon changed the lens.

Susan used the tip of her finger to play with Claire's nipples through the tight blue bikini top fabric. Her nipples grew. The camera clicked.

Susan picked up a plant water spray. she sprayed the bikini top. The material became sodden. It clung to the little swelling chest. The nipples grew more with the cold water.

"Magic." Tim only seemed to know one word of appreciation.

The water spray moved down. The damp patch spread across the blue pants. Susan put the spray down. Simon moved the camera tripod closer and lower. The lens was looking up Claire's body at her ring gagged face and wide blue eyes now. Why?

Susan fingers found their way inside the waist band of the pants. Claire made a little sound. The camera clicked.

Susan's fingers began working. Claire made another sound. She pulled a bit at the ropes. They held well.

Susan began to rub faster.

Claire looked at the three men in the room. Simon was concentrating very hard as if trying to convince himself that he had to keep taking the photos. Tim Waterman was sweating slightly and muttering, "magic," under his breath. Uncle Tony was wanking.

Suddenly Claire understood the power that girls can have over men if they choose to use it.

Susan had learned over the past week or so just what worked for Claire. The tip of her finger rubbed gently in the wetness. So lightly it was barely touching, but gradually and lovingly faster and faster. Claire's body began to tense. "This is for Uncle Tony," she thought and looked past the camera straight at him. Her Mum whispered, "Now?"

The camera had stopped clicking. Simon had lost concentration for some reason.

Claire nodded. She and Uncle Tony came together. But he was the only one to be embarrassed. Tim Waterman sat down heavily on a chair.

And she hadn't even had to take her clothes off yet.