Chapter Fourteen

Susan felt that now familiar mixture of guilt and excitement as she and Claire went into her bedroom to carry out Tony's directions. Claire was finding all this a great new exciting adventure. Susan seemed to be in a constant state of arousal despite her misgivings. But there now seemed no choice but to go along with the plan.

Susan had laid out the toys Tony had left with her on a round silver tray, together with a large pot of cream. A big towel was on the bed and Claire looked questioningly at her Mummy.

"Uncle Tony asked if I could get you used to these. It seems they have plans for your next film session. Are you sure you are still ok with all this?"

Susan's concerns were threatening to overwhelm her.

"I got very scared with the wax last time and I didn't know where you were. But it was very exciting. Can you stay near me next time and talk to me. Then I'll know it's alright. I trust Uncle Tony to look after me, but I'd rather have you. What are they going to film this week?"

"I'm not really sure," Susan lied. "But I'll tell you what Uncle Tony asked us to do." At this stage, Susan had no idea how she was going to get Christopher and Sasha to the studio in three days time, but there had to be a way.

"You remember what you learned with the banana?"

"My throat still feels very strange sometimes. It seems so much easier when I swallow my food at meal times. Sasha said she had never seen me eat so much so fast when we were at McDonalds yesterday, and I very nearly told her. But then I thought I'd better not. So I told her I was learning to be a sword swallower instead, and she thought I was joking. I was, really, but you would have known what sort of sword I meant," Claire giggled.

"Do I have to learn to swallow something else."

"We'll come to that. Do you remember when we lay in bed that first time and played with each other?"

Claire blushed.

"And you remember how we gradually overcame your reflexes with the banana?"

"Yesss?" Claire was puzzled now.

"Well, you know how proper sex works. I explained to you about the boys penis going into your vagina?"

"Yesss?"

"Well some boys like to put it in your bottom too."

"That's not fair. They seem to have all the choices. Do girls just have to let them?" She thought for a moment.

"Do they put it in anywhere else?" She seemed to be thinking what other places there might be.

"Lets talk about your mouth, your pussy and your bottom first, shall we?"

Claire looked at the things on the tray.

"Uhh, huh. I think I can guess what's coming."

"Uncle Tony wants us to do with your pussy and your bottom what we did with your throat. What do you think?"

Susan was beginning to get damp as she thought about what was about to happen. She dearly loved Claire and the thought of playing with her little smooth nubile body for the next hour or so was very exciting.

Claire said nothing. She stood up and unbuttoned her shorts and top. Her little training bra fell to the floor and she wriggled out of her little cotton panties and pushed her trainers off without even pausing to unlace them. Completely naked, she threw herself onto the towel, threw her arms and legs open and looked at her Mummy.

"I take it that means your going to let me try, then."

Susan opened the cream bottle and splashed some into her hands. The baby lotion had always felt sensuous to her.

"I love you very much."

"I love you too Mummy." Suddenly the giggles and embarrassment was gone. Susan sat on the side of the bed and leaned forward. Her open palms, coated with the cream, rested on the front of Claire's shoulders. She leaned forwards and kissed Claire on the lips. The kiss was just a little longer than any of their previous kisses had been. The Mother and daughter relationship was becoming rather more than just that.

Susan lifted her face back and looked at Claire. Whatever tension there had been in the little body seemed to relax and she sank imperceptibly into the luxurious white bath towel.

Susan's hands slid gently down the front of Claire's body to her puffy little nipples. Her breasts were barely formed yet, but Susan felt a softness there as her fingers began to massage the cream into them. She couldn't believe how much running her fingers over her own daughters little body was turning her on. Or perhaps she could. She had fantasised about this moment before.

She took some more of the cream and rubbed it into the flat little tummy. Claire's skin was taking on a slippery quality in the soft bedroom light, and her whole body was beginning to shine. She stretched her arms right up above her head and held on to the rail.

"Tie me up, Mummy," she whispered.

Susan went to her wardrobe and came back with two of her own old school ties. She had never quite brought herself to throw them away for some reason. Was this the reason?

She wrapped them around Claire's thin little wrists and tied them to the white painted bottom rail of the headboard.

She filled her hands with more cream and let her hands massage it into Claire's thighs and all the way down her lithe little legs until her whole body was slippery with the cream. Then she helped Claire move her feet closer to her bottom, bringing her knees up and outward. Her cream soaked hand worked along the inside of Claire's thigh until it came to the hairless little pussy. Her oily fingers played with the little puffy lips until they began to open. The deep pinkness inside seemed so pure and perfect.

"Are you sure?" Susan whispered.

Claire nodded.

There was a moment when their eyes met and held contact. A voice Susan had never quite heard before whispered simply.

"Yes please."

Susan's index finger teased the little slit open and slowly invaded the virgin little opening. She had expected some resistance but there was none. She thought for a moment about the games Claire, Sasha and Christopher had been playing, but decided not to ask.

The finger was held in the wetness. A mix of Claire's juices which had continued to secrete freely since the drugs, and the baby cream, created a suction, the so soft flesh inside her generating even more wetness and feelings of love within Susan herself.

Claire's eyes were closed now, as she lay stretched and wide open to receive her Mummy's second finger. The natural stretch in the growing child's flesh soon let in the third, but no more. Susan could see the little baby clitoris peeping and the temptation to lean over and lick it became intense. But she resisted. This might be a learning experience for her daughter, but it was no less so for Susan.

She remembered what Tony had said. She reached over for the little rubber ball with the tube and pump ball attached. Feeling the fingers sliding out, Claire opened her eyes to watch.

"It pumps up inside you to stretch. Do you want to try?"

Claire nodded.

The cream on her hand and Claire's body was soon all over the rubber ball. Susan closed the little orange plastic valve on the pump and began to squeeze. They both watched as the rubber ball began to grow. She squeezed ten times. The ball was now about 10 cms across, shiny and black. She opened the valve and it deflated back to its original size.

Claire had a look of frowning concentration on her cute little face as her Mummy pushed the ball into her tight little wet pussy. She squeezed twice and Claire's, "Oooh," was so spontaneous, they both burst out laughing.

Susan was unable to resist using her other hand to gently massage Claire's budding little breasts and nipples as she squeezed the ball again. Twice more. Claire's vulva was being opened like a little flower turning from a bud into a tulip and the black rubber balloon could be seen on the end of its tube, stretching the little pussy walls.

Susan opened the valve and it disappeared.

Next time it was seven pumps.

"Hey. I feel full."

Then nine. Had Susan been reading about this or watching it on one of Tony's videos, her fingers would have been out of control between her legs by now. As it was, she wasn't quite at the point where she could bring herself to masturbate in front of her own helpless little daughter. It somehow seemed too selfish. But it was a close call.

Again the ball deflated and the little flower shrank back into its closed petals.

Susan gently pulled it out and slid her fingers gently inside. Four.

She had played with herself. Her boyfriends and her ex husband had played with her. She had had Claire. But even so, it took a great deal of pressure to stretch her own pussy to take four fingers. And here was Claire, not quite eleven yet, already stretched enough to take four fingers. But she was so tiny. A growing body was obviously more elastic than she had realised. She played some more. Her own clitoris was beginning to feel rock hard with the sheer pleasure of playing with Claire's creamy little body tied to the bed, when she remembered there was more to be done. She slid the deflated ball back inside and left it there.

"Have you been to the toilet lately?"

"I went just before we came in here."

"Just a wee?"

Some things had not yet progressed beyond baby talk. Claire obviously thought otherwise.

"I had a shit, if that's what you mean. Are you going to do that to my bottom, too?"

There was nothing to say, really.

Without being untied, Claire had to cross her arms as she turned over onto her tummy. She pulled her knees up and apart and thrust her bottom into the air, her little anus puckered and dark, as if waiting for its turn. Both creamed hands massaged those cute little bottom cheeks before Susan's left thumb moved its way between them. By now it was so slippery there was almost no resistance and it sank in all the way. Susan was ready for the "Ooh" this time.

She held the cheeks apart and the two thumbs came together. She pulled the first out again and then with them nail to nail, she pushed.

This time the resistance was greater.

"Aaagh"

But she didn't release the pressure.

Inexorably the walls of the little anus began to stretch and allow the intrusion. Little by little the thumbs began to disappear inside. When they were all the way in, it was a perfect arrangement for Susan to begin to carefully stretch and play. Soon the opening was enough for the thumbs to slide in and out freely until Susan reached across for a realistic looking pink rubber dildo. She covered it with cream and pushed. Her other hand, open palm upwards reached for the ball's little pump between Claire's legs and trapped it under the flatness of her stomach inside her open palm..

No longer fully in control of her feelings, Susan caught herself thinking, "I am fucking my daughter's bottom," before the reality took over from the words once more. The pink rubber was doing just that, though. Sliding in and out, covered in the white sperm like cream, with Susan squeezing Claire up to meet its entry. Each squeeze was pumping up the black rubber ball, deep inside Claire's pussy. Claire was moaning quietly. The rhythm was getting faster. The hand underneath began to find its own way back towards those little pouting open pink lips, leaving the pump to remain trapped between pelvic bone and bed. Susan's finger found its target and began to tease. The realistic dildo began to take on a life of its own, getting faster and coming all the way out, leaving a wide open dark hole ready for it to re-enter. Each time it closed less, and each time Susan saw the cream dribbling around it taking on the appearance of recently ejaculated sperm. Her finger got faster and her own clitoris tingled and dripped more demandingly, but there were no fingers left to rub it. Or were there?

Almost desperately, she pushed the rubber prick deep, pushing Claire down against the towel. She left it there to reach up and untie Claire's wrists. She almost had to lie on top of her little daughter's naked body to reach, and Claire's knees gave way as they slid down the bed, trapping her Mummy's hand beneath her. And pumping for the tenth time!

Undoing knots in ties one handed was always going to be a struggle, but the sexual urgency wouldn't allow failure and the ties gave up their captive.

Claire uncrossed her arms and winced silently at the cramp. But by now the newly discovered unbelievable feeling of orgasm was building up in Claire's little body, too. Susan took Claire's hand and moved herself up the bed so that she could release the waistband of her jeans, slide the zip down and ease Claire's fingers inside. The position they were in would have been uncomfortable were it not for the human body's ability to ignore practical considerations as orgasm approaches.

Normally almost impossible to achieve by adults without considerable planning, timing and concentration, Mummy and daughter found themselves both approaching the inevitable simultaneously. Susan's fingers rubbed. Her other hand returned to the pink rubber and the rhythm resumed. Claire's inexperienced little fingers knew what to do. Although far less skilled in sensing what the right speed and pressure was, Susan had got to the point where it didn't matter. Hands and fingers got faster. They both felt the tingles growing and growing until both came to the point where their bodies were screaming for release. One more touch…one more thrust, one last flick….

"What's the matter? Do you need us to go and get help?"

Mother and daughter flew apart. But it was too late. They were both beyond the point of no return. Without each others fingers to provide the friction, their own hands flew to provide the final rub. As Claire had twisted over on the bed, her weight had driven the rubber prick deep inside and brought her vulva to maximum stretch.

Sasha and Christopher stood incredulous in the doorway watching the orgasms course through both female bodies.