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Loyal Daughter (Part 1 of 4)
By cowgirl & Orestes

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***

I always suspected something....well...." weird" was going on between
my mother and Tina. I just never expected anything like -  Okay, that's
not exactly true... I mean,  I'd be lying if I didn't admit to seeing
some of it coming, but later it just got so -

well...

I shouldn't skip ahead.

My names Amy and I'm fourteen. Ever since the divorce, I think Mom has
felt her power over me slipping away, which is only natural, since I'm
practically an adult and very mature for my age! My mother is the Vice
President of the Board of Education for the whole district and is a
work-aholic, but at home, she's another story. She's always whining
after me to me to do boring chores around the house, and trying to set
dumb limits on my curfew and stuff, which is the real problem.

The problem is, she wont make me stick to it!

She's such a big shot at work that you'd think she'd be able to tell me
what to do, but she just wont. I mean, she tries sometimes, blabs on
and on endlessly, but when push comes to shove, I can always count on
Mom to cave, leaving me to pretty much do as I want.

Not that I'm lazy! I have plenty of other stuff to do what with school,
friends, boys, video games and other junk like that!. I * would *
work,  It's just... what's the point? Since mother's obviously happier
sputtering along behind me cleaning up and complaining, no matter * how
* much she may squeak otherwise!

My Mom's in her late thirties and has no social life (this is why she
must try to ruin mine! < grrrr >) Mommy dresses....well, like a Mom!
She never dates or even thinks of herself that way. I try to encourage
her, because I'd do * anything * to loosen up her tight ass! She's
maybe five pounds heavier around her bottom than she'd like to be, but
she's got a pleasant face and I've seen guys gawking at her C- sized
chest, which kinda pisses me off, since my boobs are...well...coming
along...(sigh)....s-l-o-w-l-y!

So... Tina...

The first time I heard Mom talk about Tina is was because she was
coming to work with Mom at the Board of Education office. She was
seventeen, and had to complete her mandatory work experience to
graduate. Her school couldn't get her a placement anywhere else because
she had a reputation - (whatever that means)! Mom wouldn't say anymore,
lecturing school files are supposed to be confidential,

but something about Mom's tone made me suspicious...

So the school dumped her at the Board of Education office. It kind of
serves Mom right too, getting stuck with all the bad kids, because it
was probably my dumb Mommy who made up the stupid policy for mandatory
work experience in the first place!  So Mom had brought the whole thing
on herself, in a way.

And Mom started to complained about Tina endlessly too! Tina this and
Tina that! Mom worked herself into a fit bitching about her! Sometimes
to tears, and this was only their first week together too!

Something had to break -

A few days later, Mom stopped complaining, and got very quiet, refusing
to talk about Tina at all. She came home in tears, and then looking
blank and exhausted.

Totally weird.

Then one morning Mom started talking nicely about Tina, like how she
was a smart girl, and a good role model and all that -blah,blah,blah!
She even started blabbing  about how much of a good influence Tina
would be on me, and how much she would like it if we became friends.
There was no way that I wanted my Mom choosing my friends for me
(ick!), but she was just so insistent about it that she finally wore me
down and I agreed to have Tina over. I had no idea why my Mom seemed so
relieved and happy about it.

All I could do is wait and see what a loser Mom was setting me up with.

Boy was I wrong. Tina was one of those people who could get away with
almost anything. She's gorgeous. She has red frizzy hair and a bod to
kill for! She wears all sorts of cool and sexy clothes that I could
never pull off!  Tina became like an older sister and we hung out
together a lot and she let me borrow clothes and stuff, even though Mom
grimaced through her smiles, she said nothing to our faces.

Even though Tina's only a teenager, she acts much more mature, and I
have to admit that I've kind of in awe of her. She has the most amazing
body, and I felt embarrassed when Tina  would catch me staring at her,
and was more surprised when I'd catch Mom doing the same! I thought Mom
wanted me and Tina to be friends,  and was pissed at her for edging me
out.

I was starting to fear that Mom was stealing my friend! Tina wasn't as
friendly with Mom as she was with me, but their connection seemed
stronger and deeper, plus I was sure they talked privately at work
behind my  back, which made me feel jealous and left out! Tina seemed
to notice this, and eased the tension by secretly assuring me she liked
me lots better.

But the weird part is, I got the weirdest gut feeling that the more
time Mom spent with Tina, and the more Mom rushed around to please
her...

...the more Mother secretly resented her presence in out lives,

and even maybe.....

.....hated her.

But this made no sense. Why would mother go to all this trouble? Making
Tina such a part of the family? It didn't make sense. Something was *
up * all right!

By now, I was getting used to the weird vibe between Mom and Tina. Like
the first few times Tina was over, Mom was so eager for us to get
along, and for everything to be perfect. It was almost like Tina's
approval was growing more important to Mother than I was. I guess she
didn't get enough of Tina at
work.

" If you girls need anything, just let me know, " she said, as she
brought us a couple of cokes. " I'll just be in the next room, honey."

For the rest of the night, she just fluttered about, making us snacks,
and checking if everything was okay. It was a bit embarrassing,
actually. It just got stranger from there.

The next time Tina was over, Mom cooked dinner for us. Not just one of
those easy microwave dinners, either, but a full roast chicken dinner,
with all sorts of side dishes. She was so anxious to make it perfect,
that must have worked 8 hours on it! Then just as we all sat down to
eat ?

Tina said it looked boring and asked if I wanted to grab some burgers
instead ?

My eyes darted to Mom, and though here eyes were wet, she forced a
phoney smile. I noticed she wasn't invited either. Tina got me laughing
at Mom's expression in the car, and then we ate like burgers in the
parking lot. When we returned, I saw Mom hadn't eaten and was still
standing where we'd left her! This made me feel somewhat guilty, But
Tina and her had a private talk, so I guess it was okay. Mom even
insisted on doing all of the dishes too, which was cool for me, because
normally that's something she' d have nagged me to do.

Over the next week, I could see what a pushover Mom was becoming. I was
kind of used to it, but it felt funny too, because I didn't like to see
what a doormat she was becoming. I mean, she * is * my Mom after all.
She kept on inviting Tina over, and then sort of lingering around while
she was there. For some reason, she seemed almost jealous when we were
together just giggling, and hanging out or watching a movie on TV.

It gave me the creeps, Mom's jealousy act.

By the second week, I could see that Tina was really taking advantage
of the situation. Like, my Mom would never have allowed anyone to smoke
in the house, but when Tina lit up one day, Mom just raced around the
house to find her an ashtray. I know she didn't like it at all, and it
got stupid when because me and Mom kept coughing all evening, but Mom
didn't say anything. I couldn't believe Tina didn't catch my pouts to
Mom to say something, but Mom just kept rushing over to flick the ashes
off Tina's cigarette when Tina would grunt.

What a wimp. And what a load of crap about Tina being a good influence.
It got to the point where when Tina came over, we would order pizza on
Mom's credit card, and stay up all night watching movies that I * know
* Mom didn't approve of. Tina even convinced Mom to let us drink some
beer while we hung out. Mom looked horrified and I was sure she would
explode at both of us for a Moment, and part of me longed for that,

But Mom Just got this plastic smile on and finished painting Tina's
toenails. I felt a bit guilty about it, but I was also enjoying my new
freedom and punishing mother for her Insipid passivity!

By now we all definitely knew that something was odd going on, but
nobody spoke of it!  Sometimes, when Mom might even seem like she was
going to stand up for herself, Tina would give her a certain look, and
Mom would shrink back down. It was a creepy feeling, to see Mom just
giving us girls whatever we wanted, but a rush like I've never known,
and was now only dying of curiosity to find out what leverage Tina held
over mother.

Anyhow, one day I came home early because there was a false bomb threat
at school, and I saw that Mom's car was in the driveway, which is
unusual, because she doesn't come home from work until much later.
After the divorce, Mom hadn't allowed herself too many luxuries. But
the one thing she did was buy herself a nice red sports car, and she
loved it to death.

There was no way that she would ever have let  * anyone *  else drive
it. But now she was letting Tina borrow it sometimes, which really
sucked, because I knew that Mom wouldn't ever have lent it to me. So
now, I didn't know if Mom was really home, or if Tina had just borrowed
the car and was over for a visit.

When I came in, I looked around for Mom or Tina. Actually, they were
both home, but I thought it was really strange that their voices were
coming from MY ROOM of all places.

"But Tina, she's supposed to empty and fill the dishwasher after
school, make her bed in the morning, and help me clean her room on
Saturday mornings before going out with friends. Is that too much to
ask?" my mother whined.

"How do you expect Amy to do her chores when you have to be nagged and
scolded to do the chores that I set out for you, Debbie?" Tina said
firmly.

I was surprised as I'd never heard anyone call my mother 'Debbie'. Only
Deborah, or Ms. Steven's

I leaned in for more clues. I peeked around the corner and my jaw
dropped. I saw my mother on her knees surrounded by my junk on the
floor. I felt guilty and knew she was right. My room looked like crap.
But that wasn't what made my jaw drop. Mom was only dressed in her
underwear, bra, and high heels. Tina stood before her fully dressed,
her arms folded across her chest.

What kind of twisted game were they playing ?

"We've been over this before little missy. The only reason you're one
step ahead of your daughter, is that I'm always here cracking your
whip, right?"  Tina said. There was silence and only my mother's
breath, which was now loud enough for me to hear from the side hallway.
I stared in awe at this bizarre site, which made me feel like I had
butterflies tickling the bottom of my tummy.

" Okay but..." Mom argued, " leaving aside her bedroom for a moment,
Amy already agreed to not leave her things all over the house like her
clothes, half empty Coke cans, books, papers. I don't see why she can't
carry these things to the laundry, the kitchen, or wherever they
belong. "

"That's an excellent idea Debbie. But while your mouth is complaining
about all this, let's see that cute little butt of yours scamper around
and put away all this stuff in it's proper place, is that clear?" My
mother started picking up my smelly clothes and junk food and CD's off
the floor at Tina's command and breathing harder and harder.

" Oh yes, and do keep bitching about your daughter, that seems to get
you friskier, doesn't it? Besides, it amuses me." Tina was mocking my
mother. Tina kept swatting Mom's ass with a rolled up magazine as my
mother desperately tried to clean my room.

The swats to mother's behind seemed to make her jerk a little, but
otherwise she just kept working away. I felt sad and angry that she'd
agree to this, and knew it was all my fault for keeping my junk around.
But I was also feeling warm and strange in a way that boys usually only
made me feel.

" She's supposed to sort her own laundry for the wash and fold and put
away her clothes when they're dry. " My mother's voice was weepy and
pathetic.

"Occasionally I also ask for her help on a project above and beyond her
assigned duties, but that seems to be completely unbearable to her. "

Mom was on her knees, picking up clothing from the floor. Tina looked
so amused by Mom's complaints. From behind, Tina raised her foot to in
between Mom's legs, and into her crotch. She laughed as my mother got
distracted, and dropped an armful of laundry. First, Mom began to move
her hips slowly, and then bizarrely the began riding Tina's foot like a
damned horsey! I was besides myself watching this horrid and disgusting
display, yet unable to turn away. I couldn't decide if Mom was
suffering or in ecstasy.

" C'mon little Debbie, what ELSE does your ungrateful daughter do?"

" Well..... she certainly expects me bail her out. She's always bossing
me do to this or that for her. Is a fourteen year old daughter's
respect for her mother too much to ask?"

" Yes it is, but go on anyway..." Tina smirked and my jaw hit the floor
as my mother started humped her Tina's leg. I blinked several times,
not believing it!

" Amy also acts terribly persecuted when I give consequences for her
not doing things And then expects me to fork over money for stuff she
wants, or do her favors like driving her to her girlfriends' houses or
dropping her at the mall or... "

" Poor, poor Debbie, " Tina finally cut her off.

" I guess you'd better just get down and kiss your daughters stuck up
little ass, as if you aren't already!" Tina was now rubbing herself
between her legs while saying this. They were both getting excited from
this nasty game.

Mom crawled around behind Tina, while Tina pulled up her skirt and bent
forwards. My Mom was actually going to do it ! She was going to kiss
Tina's ass while the teenager just kept on mocking her.

" Poor Witto Debbie... always complaining about her stuck-up daughter,
but this is where she always ends up in the end, kissing her ass, huh ?

" I think Debbie Webbie * likes * it that way, doesn't she ? " Tina
smirked.

I could see that Mom was kissing and licking Tina's ass through her
panties. How degrading ! Then Tina reached back, and pulled down her
panties so that Mom could really lick her private parts for reak. All
the while she just kept on talking. " This is who you really are, isn't
it ? You were born to be brown nosing younger girls. "

My ears were burning, and the butterflies in my stomach were out of
control. I felt queasy and didn't wanna hear anymore. Mom was now
licking and sucking at Tina's ass like she was really into it. Every
word from Tina made her breathe even harder.

" This is where you belong Debbie, although your too gutless to admit
it. Whenever Amy walks all over you, you secretly wanted this... to be
on your knees, licking and sucking your daughter's prissy little ass.
That's what you wanted,  ISNT IT ?"

Tina pulled her butt away from Mom's face to get an answer. I wanted to
throw up I was so rattled, Mom was shaking real bad, but for a
different reason.

Mom was about to speak, but I bolted out of the house before I could
hear her answer.

***

Look for part 2 of this story coming within a week

For fans of F/f, NC, MC, blackmail, emotional
humiliation, mother/daughter co-dependency issues,
and other silly warped stuff, (but, please, no snuff,
pedo, violence, or heavy BDSM! If your underage, I'll
just block your address. No kids, period.), please
write to jennifer (AKA: cowgirl) at:
cowgirl_stupid@yahoo.com

Co-authored by Orestes
Check out this and other twisted tales at my ASSTR ftp site at:
www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Orestes
Additional comments can be sent to: orestes007@hotmail.com

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