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Loyal Daughter part 2 (of 4)
By cowgirl & Orestes
This work is copyright (c) 2000 by cowgirl. You may download and keep
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***
My mind raced all day at school with the weird scene I'd seen last
night. I could hardly wait as school got out and riding the bus home, I
kept flashing back to mom, my mom, and Tina! It scared me too. I
couldn't fathom why mom would even agree to get * down * on her knees
and seemed to enjoy complaining about me! There was no denying it,
mother and Tina were into an area of weirdness I couldn't - and didn't
want to- understand!
As I came home I looked at mom sitting there reading magazine on the
couch - looking as normal as ever. She was wearing a off the shoulder
blouse and cut off while she twirled a strand of her hair absent
mindedly. It was like none of it even happened! Mom grunted "how was
school" and I grunted an obligatory response, storming up to my room
closing the door, and landing on my bed to figure out with the
butterflies had returned when looking at mom again.
I looked at myself in the wall mirror. Was there something wrong with
me too?
I laid on my back and unsnapped my pants, staring at the ceiling.
What's the deal with Tina? I wondered. Why did * she * get to act that
way in front of mom? I could never get away with talking to mother like
that, plus I had to do all sorts of stupid crudely chores and stuff!
Just cause she's older? Did mom like her better?
I let my fingers drift down and disappear into my underwear. It was no
big deal, I just did it sometimes. I frowned, then remembered something
I overheard Tina say.
"Kissing your own daughters butt."
I mouthed the words silently, fearful to say them aloud.
I heard a the door open a sliver and jerked upright in fear! But it
wasn't mom, only my kitty cat, Moose (stupid name , I know). I sighed
in relief! I cursed that mother wouldn't allow a lock on my door! My
mood broken, I crept downstairs, but only found mom sitting in the
same spot, reading. I quietly watched her from the hall, then became
embarrassed that I'd forgotten to re snap my pants when I left my
bedroom! As I quietly snapped them, I was deep in thought, watching
mother.
Maybe if I approached mom like Tina does? But if I pissed her off I
could be grounded for months! She would too! Moms not good at day to
day discipline, but if she's steamed, shell really lay into my butt!!!
Even talking stuff like Tina does was playing with dynamite! I couldn't
risk that.
I screwed up my courage and threw out Tina's name to see how it
floated. Besides I needed to feel out Tina on all this.
"Mom, I thought I'd go see Tina tonight, okay? Can you give me a ride?"
I asked. Mother stopped reading for a second and I felt her pause, but
she didn't look up.
"Uh....Tina? why in the world do you wanna see her?" Mom asked,
returning to her magazine.
"Moooommmm - I * thought * you wanted us to be friends?" I sighed
impatiently.
"Okay - but Tina's nearly a grown up honey! I'm sure she has better
things to do - "
"Mother - I already called her! She said its fine." I lied. I figured
Tina would cover for me when mom dropped me off - * if * she dropped
me off!
Mother's voice sounded...funny. There was tension in the air and I got
instant butterflies inside as Mom dropped her magazine and looked up,
squeaking. "She said that?"
"uh huh." I smirked, savoring the moment.
There was another pause.
"Well....not 'till you clean up your * room * young lady!" I sighed in
disappointment as her old mom voice returned, as she continued.
"And I also need you to go through your old clothes too! We need to see
what tops you've grown out of. Come with me and well try stuff on so I
know what to throw out - " Mom reached out for my hand but I jerked it
away.
"Mom, geeezzzz - do we really need to do that * right * now? Gimme a
break!!!"
She folded her hand on her hips, all serious like. "Well, somebody's
not taking one step out of this house until I can see at least some
proof that there * is * a carpet through the piles of clothes and half
eaten - god knows what - that litter your room!"
If she hadn't have been so pissed, I'd have even thought she looked
pretty, standing there in her blouse and cut offs, hair teasing across
her face and shoulders, giving me shit like that! I loved my mom, but
she really was compulsive sometimes!
"Mother - your, like, * totally * exaggerating now! " I growled..
"You wanna be, like, * totally * grounded for 3 weeks?" she shot back.
"...because I wont try on stupid old blouses I already know I've grown
out of OR for not picking up a few things in my room? * That's * what
you'd ground me over???" I said not believing my ears. I stepped closer
to her and tried to say confidently...
"Your bluffing."
"Try me."
We glared at each other in silence. I couldn't figure out why mom was
making me stand * here *, over this stupid point! I was beginning to
think I was * way * in over my head, and had a nightmarish image of
myself grounded every Saturday night, doing the dished 'till I was
thirty fucking six!
It was time to bail, and save my own hide! But to my utter horror,
these words cam drifting out of my mouth, beyond my control!
"Mom, it was Tina's * suggestion * I come over! Am I gonna have to
CALL her ?"
A thousand emotions flickering across Mother's face.
I knew I was probably dead. I'd crossed that line, and we both knew it.
Mom stepped within a few inches of my face looking down at me. Somehow,
mother looked angry and frightened all at once!!! I looked up at my
mother and swallowed dryly. I remembered how she used to ride me on her
back as a little girl. We played like she was my doggie. It was fun.
Those days seem a million
miles away tonight.
Mom put her arm on my shoulder, but instead of killing me on the spot,
she guided me firmly toward down the hall to my room.
"March." She ordered.
And I did.
No matter how I rebelled, with a single word suddenly she was * Mommy *
all over again. I swallowed my anger and was both humiliated and
relieved to lose this round! As we entered my room, I sighed. It * was
* a mess! I wanted to cry as more anger and shame boiled inside me.
Also butterflies. Always those damned
butterflies!
Mom led me over to pile of blouses in the corner. She picked up a half
- eaten piece of pizza, and held it to my face, saying nothing!
It was gross! I looked away, embarrassed.
" Okay....forget Tina. Could I just go to a movie with Sandra from down
the street? Or could your just drop me at the mall? " I pathetically
whispered
Mom's face softened for a moment.
Mother shook her head in exasperation. "Jesus honey- What's so god
damned awful about picking up after yourself once in a blue moon?".
"I dunno..." I shrugged.
She sighed.
Mother picked up a blouse. A stupid orange one with silly little frills
that made me look like I was about nine years old! We both knew I was
too small to fit into anymore. It was part of the punishment.
"C'mon. I need to go through this stuff so I know what to send to the
thrift. Amanda - Try it on."
"Uh huh." I stammered as my humiliation and anger smoldered.
"You've already got 3 weeks of grounding. You want to try for 4 ?" she
frowned.
"It's too small..." I said folding my arms defiantly.
This whole thing was a crock! 3 weeks was totally outrageous and
unfair! Mom was using her position to bully me! Mom sure as heck didn't
speak to Tina and she was - what - only four years older??? The more I
remembered how mother was on her knees to Tina less that 24 hours ago,
the more pissed off I got!
"Well...?" mom handed me the orange blouses. I let it drop to the
floor.
"...no." I said.
" * Excuse me ? * " she asked eyes wide.
"You heard me." I said chin trust in the air.
"Amanda Bensen - I'm giving you FIVE seconds to get on your hands and
knees and fetch that fucking blouse and squeeze in over that skinny
little body of yours!!!" her voice was shaking with anger!
"...one."
Wow. The F word. This was serious - Mom never used that sucker!
"...two."
I was insanely excited and scared beyond my wildest dreams. Did Tina
challenge mother this way? Is that how their weird relationship started?
"...three."
Or was I a dumb little girl just fooling myself with dreams of
challenging mommy , and I was in the deepest crap-o-la of my fourteen
year old life!!!
"...four."
Well, I'd soon find out! I picked up a can of cherry red soda next to
the dresser that had a few drops left. I got ready to pour it on the
blouse and white carpet beneath!
Mother's eyes went wide, and I felt a rush of power! Was I like Tina
now mommy ? I smugly wondered to myself!
"If you even stain * one inch * of this carpet - try grounded for 2
months." Mom said in a suddenly quiet voice that scared me more than
her angry one.
I slowly tilted the soda can closer to pouring, eyeing her carefully.
"Don't you * dare * little miss!" Mom whispered menacingly.
I paused. She really meant it -
Okay...but I couldn't lose face. Not completely. I turned the can
upright saving her precious carpet.
"Okay, you win......* Debbie *." I winked.
"Whaaaaa ?" her eyes narrowed and I dug myself in deeper.
"Oh - I guess you only like to hear that name...when your on your
knees." I said, instantly blushing like mad.
Mom just looked at me, dumbfounded. She couldn't believe what I had
said, and neither could I, to tell the truth. It just sort of...slipped
out! The excited feeling in the pit of my stomach was spreading all
over my body now.
" That's right... I saw you two yesterday... "
" But Amy, " Mom said, unable to meet my gaze, her breath growing
deeper.
" Shhhhhh...." I said putting my fingers to my mouth, trying to sound
calm. I then pointed to the floor. The room grew quiet as mom's
nostrils flared and she her eyes avoided mine. She was trembling and
breathing quite loudly.
" ...where does little Debbie belong?" I whispered in a raspy voice.
What was I saying ? I waited for mom to just tell me off and really
blister my ass for even speaking to her like this!!!.
But she didn't. Instead Mom just slowly began to sink down to her knees
before me. "
I just stared in awe.
I couldn't believe she actually doing it!
Here was my own Mom, embarrassing * both of us * like this by ....
by....
....it was freaking me out!
My head started spinning and I suddenly wanted to throw up as the
reality started to hit me! I felt anger bubbling up inside as I stood
there full of fear and self loathing looking at her down there like
that, and to my utter surprise...
...I SLAPPED HER across the face causing her eyes to flutter open in
humiliation and shame!
I bolted into the bathroom and slammed the door, turning off the
lights! I striped off my jeans and undies and threw them angrily in
the hamper. I could feel that In the confusion I had pee peed my
panties! Soon I heard Mom slump against the door pleading and begging
for me to open it, but I covered my ears and sank to the floor in the
darkness. Exhuasted, I soon fell asleep.
I awoke up again in the middle of the night. I could hear mom snoring
outside the door. I felt waves of embarrassment, excitement and
humiliation wash over me! I could feel the tingly butterflies down in
my crotch. I curled up on the cold tile floor in the bathroom, naked
from the waste down, wearing only my stupid little shirt.
In the darkness...I let my fingers drift down.
***
Look for part 3 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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