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Subject: {ASSM} Bring Your Daughter to Work Week - part 4 (FFFFM/F, humil, prancing <not 'ponygirl prancing', just 'naked from the waste down in high heels' prancing!>)
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Bring Your Daughter to Work Week - part 4
cowgirl



"Mommy, what are those ladies--?"

"Never mind, Sherry, we're leaving!"

As my mind cleared, I remembered with a shock of hot shame that the
Ms. Lauren had propped the stall door wide open. Mrs. Barrlow and I
had just came hard, kneeling together in the toilet stall where she
had been servicing her boss Ms. Lauren. A lady was dragging her little
girl out of the ladies' room, and a couple of other women stood there
staring at us, their mouths open. When they saw me looking at them,
they quickly left, too.

I was totally mortified. 

I has totally blown it! If word got out about this, I knew I was
doomed to be on my knees, sucking off men and women for the rest of my
life. I couldn't even look over at Mrs. Barrlow, but I could caught
her out of the corner of my eye, rubbing herself fast, and I could
hear her groans and gurgles. It freaked me out, and I suddenly felt so
ashamed to me kneeling there with her like that.

I bolted out of the bathroom door, exploding in shameful heated tears
or rage down the hall and swearing and screaming all the way into my
mom's office. Everyone was looking at me and whispering along the way.

"Petra - get a hold of yourself!", Mom scolded as she close the door
to her tiny office. "What's going on? Where are your pants?!"

I broke into tears, confessing everything. 

Mom got a serious expression, saying nothing. She opened her office 
door, and swatted me out the door on my bare bottom.

"Let's go, 'young lady' --and I use the term VERY loosely."

She marched me back out through the office, still painfully naked.
Whenever I started to beg her to at lease let me cover myself up, she
rewarded me with another slap on the butt, adding,

"Move!"

Of course, that caused my yelps and jumps, and made everybody turn,
look...and snicker. Finally, I just shut my mouth as my own mother
'spanked me down the hall', and I let hot tears roll down my burning
cheeks. Mom kept it up too, despite my silence. I think she just liked
the way it made my butt cheeks wobble around, or liked my little
yelps...I don't know what.

Mrs. Barrlow came running up behind us.

"Ms. Lauren wants to see you two...now!"

Mom froze and went kind of pale. She straightened her skirt and the
big fancy bow around her blouses neck, sighed, and then gave my butt
another half-hearted smack down a different hall.

_______


Ms. Lauren's secretary looked me up and down with a smirk that I
didn't like at all, and hardly glanced at Mom.

"A bit underdressed, aren't we?"

"Ms. Lauren is expecting us." Mom said, ignoring the secretary. 

I could see my Mom's face that she was annoyed, but her voice came out
so meek that I was ashamed.

"Yes. Let's see.....'Pet' and her mommy, is it?" 

Mom became instantly angry, but just looked down at her feet.

"Well...?" The secretary insisted as my mom got a 
embarrassed look, then swallowed tensing her jaw.

"Y-Yes. That's correct."

The secretary pressed a button on an intercom.

"The 'girls' are here to see you Ms. Lauren."

"Fine. Show them in."

"This way..."

We were ushered into a large, mahogany paneled office. Ms. Lauren sat
behind a huge, well- polished desk. There were no other chairs that I
could see. The secretary told us to stand in front of the desk, and
then left. Ms. Lauren reclined in her chair,  an expensive silver pen
between her perfectly manicured hands. She smiled condescendingly.

"So, we meet again! My, I'd swear you had pants on in the bathroom,
Pet." She smirked over to me.

I didn't know what to say, but my cheeks burned.

"Well...talk, little girl. What happened to your pants?"

"M-Mrs Barr....I m-mean, 'Micky' took them off, and I guess
I--"

"Never mind. You look sweet that way, anyway. Lift  up your shirt for
me. Let's have a good look at my little pet."

I glanced desperately at Mom to do something, but she was just staring
at her feet. In a harsh whisper, she mouthed the words: "Do it."

So I pulled my shirt up above my tummy, on display for the my mother's
boss.

"Further.", Ms. Lauren ordered.

There was something so weird about how mean Mis Lauren was being, that
I started to feel kind of angry, but I gritted my teeth, and tries to
make it look like a smile...and with shaky hands inched my thin little
shirt up above my titties.

"Hah! My poor dear! Doesn't fat tittied mommy feed you?"

"No...I mean...Y--" 

"Be quiet!", she barked, so suddenly that we both jumped as she kept
on.

"Lord her nipples are almost freakish in size for such a little thing,
aren't they?" She laughed.

I have always been embarrassed by my nipples. They are like these
unusually large erasers sticking out from my chest, and they just
drive me crazy when they rub against my shirt sometimes. I was also
embarrassed because at the moment, they were totally swelled up. Then
She pointed to my tummy.

"Look at her, Lindsay. Is your little girl anorexic?"

Like some kind of puppet on a string, Mom eyes darted over to me,
standing there almost naked, inspecting my boobs. God, I shuddered
inside, I'm not THAT skinny, am I?

"No, Ms. Lauren. She's-- "

"Shut up, Lindsay. I hear you've had the dental work."

That seemed like an odd thing to say, but this whole scene was totally
weird anyway.

"Yes, Ms. Lauren." 

"Good. I am considering reassigning you to be in charge for the whole
the evening shift. But first, I--"

"Ms. Lauren, please..."

Mom was suddenly starting to get hysterical.

"Lindsy...you know what's expected..." Ms Lauren said sternly, though
i didn't get what mom was supposed to do.

Mom became bright red at her boss's request, but didn't move an inch.
I still stood there exposing my nipples.

Mom eyes shot to me, then back to her boss, her mind racing with fear.
She was a cornered animal.

"OKay, but send her out first? " Mom said in real tears now. 

"Lindsy, shut up -- your embarrassing all three of us. Honestly Pet,
doesn't your mother's silly display make you feel
sorry for her?" 

"uh..." 

"Be quiet Petra. Miss Lauren-- do what you want with me, but I won't
let innocent little Petra witness--"

"Excuse me? How the HELL do you think your precious little daughter
lost her pants you in the first place? Fingering fucking herself with
a 'service girl', remember! Or didn't she tell you that part?"

"She's just a child!" Mom cried. 

"...am NOT mother - I can do anything you can - almost!" I blurted
without thinking.

"Don't INTERRUPT ME, OLD WOMAN! Keep resisting me and you MAY not even
be good enough for the evening shift. Now hurry up and show you're
pea-tittied daughter here what are-- Now!"

I was surprised when we both watched my mother take a deep proud
breath, reach down and pull my shirt back down over my breasts, turn
and grasp my hand, and slowly waltz us both right up to Ms Lauren's
office door. I was disappointed and proud all at the same time!, but
we both froze at Mis Lauren's ice cold voice cut into us.

"Is that what you WANT, is it? Piss away the last forty years, just to
impress this pathetic little cunt you spawned? Tell me your fucking
idiot bovine daughter won't wind up face fucking at some other company
for, say...half the wages? or ZERO benefits? And you -- You get to
start all over, huh? Try competing with a teenager who's prettier,
smarter, will work for peanuts and who's fucking belly can hold down
ten times the cum and pussy juice yours can! "

Mom paused as she let the words sink in, her hand sweating and cold
against mine.

"Think carefully before you walk out that door cowgirl, cause your not
walking back in. What'll it be?"

I waited for my mother's voice, but she didn't say anything. 

All my mom did was to turn me around and pull my shirt back up,
revealing my nipples again.

I passively let her, in shock as she quietly walked across the room
away from me.

I remembered the taste and smell of Ms. Lauren's juices on Mrs.
Barlow's face, and a part of me that I didn't like, secretly wished I
was in Mommy's place as i watched her in her business suit and high
heels as she quietly crouched down on all fours.

Standing there all exposed, having just watched Mom crawling across
Ms. Lauren's office carpet like that...I don't know...I just REALLY
wanted to touch myself.

Ms. Lauren rolled her chair back to let Mom 'crawl' up, then mom
disappeared under the desk space as Ms. Lauren rolled back to her
desk, smiling at me the whole time. She looked normal and the only
sign of my mother was her high heels with playfully peeked from the
bottom of her boss's desk. Ms. Lauren's eyelids did a little flutter
that must have meant that Mom was starting to do 'her duty'.

"Oh, yes, Lindsay, there IS something to be said for experience!
So...skinny little Petra--you like standing there like an idiot, don't
you? Is that why that cute little cunt is all wet and glistening?"

"N-no...I mean..."

"Oh jesus! I should know better than to ask you to talk. Clearly
that's not what your little mouth is meant for. Why don't you prance
for me, Petra?"

"W-what?!"

"Ungh! Slow down, Lindsay! Yes, you know, knees high,
back straight, big smile?"

I just stared blankly.

"Oh, you ARE hopeless! Ooooh, good, Lindsay! That's 
a WONDERFUL spot!"

She leaned forward and pressed the intercom button.

"Jackie, please come in here."

The secretary appeared again, acting as if nothing were weird.

"Yes, Ms. Lauren."

"Our scrawny little pussy here doesn't know how to 
prance. Please help her out."

"Of course, Ms. Lauren", the secretary practically bubbled with
enthusiasm. She took off a wide belt that she was wearing, and doubled
it. My eyes widened. She wouldn't. With that?!

Swack!

I jumped and covered by butt cheeks with my hands, which allowed my
shirt to drop.

"No, no, no!" Ms. Lauren shook her head, wit a disappointed
expression.

"Here, Jackie, this might help."

She held out her fancy silver pen. Jackie fetched it and 
leaned close to my ear as she whispered.

"Look, Miss Prissy. Get your shirt back up, or I will
flay you and your little mommy Good. Now take hold 
of those puffy little nipples."

I hesitated, but Jackie raised the belt again, so I did what she said.
I took one nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. It
made my pussy even more twitchy.

"There's a good pussy. Not pinch them hard. Harder!"

Oh, god...I could feel wetness on my thigh, and my thighs started to
tremble.

"Lick this!"

Jackie forced the silver pen into my mouth as i sucked away on it.

"That's it...nice and wet." THe sarcastic secretary cooed, as i
flushed at her mock approval in her voice!

She took hold of my shoulder, and whispered sweetly,

"Now don't you *dare* let go of those puffy little nipples."

...and she sunk the pen deeply and quickly into my...my butt-hole!

"Ahhhh! No!!!" I cried as it easily slid in and i danced about, more
in shame
than pain - but the pain soon caught up - 

SWACK!

"PRANCE..."

SWACK!

The secretary started driving me back and forth across the room with
the belt as I did my best, totally mortified.

"Knees higher!"

Soon I was prancing like some kind of pony in a show, pulling on my
big nipples, with a pen sticking out of my behind, squeezing my anus
so it wouldn't care fall out.

"You should see how well your stupid little daughter's prancing for my
Jackie, isn't she?"

"The basement girl's Pet's quite a little office prancer Ms. Lauren.
That pen of your is shaking all over, but she's still squeezing with
all her might, and proudly pinching those puffy little things that
pass for nips!" The cruel secretary laughed as I kept parading back
and forth before the two fully dressed women, my mom's head banging
against the desk as Ms. Lauren tried to concentrate. I got really
horrified, yet strangely excited, realizing my mom knew EXACTLY what i
was doing while she stayed beneath the desk. This was turning out
worse than either of us ever feared, but I was really embarrassed by
how eagerly I was to prance proudly before these two adults.

"That will do, Jackie. I think the little twit has the idea now. Oh,
yes...keep it up, you little cunt...ugh... keep prancing for
me...oh...fuck, Lindsay!"

I kept prancing, and it was so weird, and so, I don't know...kinky or
something...that I kind of...was glad to hurt mom by doing it! Knowing
how mom caved at the last minute pissed me off, because i would never
have. But If mom forced me too, then i had no choice but too be
nothing but a stupid little pussy for her boss.

A prancing pussy. Prancing pussy. Prancing pussy. 

I kept saying that to myself.

Ms. Lauren arched her back and closed her eyes and mom's head kept
dutifully thumped the desk.

"YOU LITTLE SKINNY FUCKING CUNT!!!"....


________


Mom drove me straight home after that, where she sent me to my room. I
cried into my pillow until bedtime. What had I done? I had totally
messed things up for Mom. I knew she must be pissed, and I wished
she'd just punish me for it. But...nothing. I couldn't dare ever face
anyone in her office again. Not Mrs. Barrlow or Ms. Lauren. Especially
not Candice.  I was mortified I'd just humiliated myself in front of
everyone, what a baby I was!!! Running around with my panties  and
jeans missing. I'd blocked all that out. I remember Mrs. Barrlow
taking them off, and that's when I lost it. I guess I just got so
turned on, I forgot everything.

"Momma, I'm sorry I embarrassed you at work..", I
sniveled.

"Shhh..." She said coldly.

"...Relax Petra. Tomorrow night, I'll show you
everything. Go to sleep." 

______

I never made it to Friday, the last Mother/Daughter Work Week day. The
next morning, everything changed.

First, Mom made me stay home from school and I sat in anticipation in
my room all day, playing with myself through my tears of fear and
humiliation, thinking how nothing could be more humiliating than what
happened to me. Nothing!

That night, Mom drove me to her night shift. A part of me wished I
could see the UPS Lady, Micky or Candice again.

"Bringing you to the office was MY mistake, Petra. That wasn't for
you. This is where you belong. I see that now."

Mom sounded kind for the first time since I'd goofed. I wanted to hug
her I was so relieved.

As she parked and we walked into the building, I saw it! This was
cool, and I was impressed that this is where my own mom supervises all
the cleaning and janitorial staff.

I beamed a proud smile as we walked in, seeing how all the men and
women took notice of Mom's entrance, and mine too right behind her.

At least Mom was somebody here. 

"Hello Juan, Margaret, Janice." My mother smiled at the warm faces of
dozens of men and women lined up and  decked out in their spiffy
little cleaning uniforms. They all stupidly smiled back at her like
they were waiting for something. I followed Mommy proudly as she
walked to the front of the line. There must have been, like, fifty
people, maybe thirty women, and twenty men. I was nervous to imagine
Mom ordering around all these people.

The only sad part was Mom only got to boss around a bunch of lower
classers who vacuumed, emptied garbage and cleaned up other people's
shit all night, but at least HERE, Momma was something special!

And I as her daughter, I thought I was something special,
too!

Mom walked up to the first woman, a brown-skinned hispanic lady in her
twenties who's name tag said 'Susan'.

"Hello Susan, this is my daughter Petra. Hope you
don't mind if she tags along with me today.", Mom
smiled. 

The hispanic woman shot me a half hearted smile, then shrugged her
shoulder in casual disinterest, which kinda seemed a surly way to
treat the boss's daughter if you ask me!

Mom then pulled a little jar of water from her purse, spit her false
teeth into the jar and placed it next to her on the floor.

What the heck?, I wondered. 

Then Mom set a little kitchen minute timer, setting it for five
minutes, and place that next to her false teeth in the jar. Another
cleaning woman walked up behind her and tied her hands behind her
back!

Mom just kept smiling! My mouth dropped open.

She dropped down to her knees, and buried her head up under Susan's
cleaning smock. I, like, totally couldn't understand what was going
on. I thought she was their boss! I started to feel hot and dizzy, as
I watched Mom pull the woman's panties down her thighs with her mouth,
slobbering and drooling, using her gums since her teeth were in a jar
next to my shoes.

I couldn't believe my fucking eyes!  I felt bile rising in my tummy!
Here was my own mother, causing the Hispanic cleaning to giggle
because my mother gums were tickling her as she started to suck her
off!

I wanted to scream, run away, do something, but I couldn't stop
watching! Mom didn't bring her to orgasm, just teased her a little as
the dinger went off on the timer. Mom doubled down and used her
toothless mouth again to pull Susan's panties up from around her
ankles. She struggled to get them all the way up, until the cleaning
woman got impatient, and slapped her across the face.

"All right! I ain't got all night you know! That's enough!"

Then my own mother crawled on her knees to a smirking black woman in
line. She told me to reset the timer, which I somehow managed to do. I
just stood there, mortified, as everyone waited their turn with
disdainful little smirks. She politely introduced me to the black
woman, too, and then pulled down her panties just like with the other
woman. And repeated her disgusting little performance. Only this time
the woman came with a loud:

"Shit yeah! Ooo, baby, you good!"

...and then it was on to the next...

"Mother --  What the FUCK are you DOING????", I blurted
out in a white blind panic. 

Mom apologized to the third person in line: man who's dick she was
licking, and struggled to her feet. He had torn open the front of her
blouse, and her titties bounced around in front of everyone, as she
marched over to me, her hands still bound behind her. She paused a few
inches from my face, looking embarrassed for my outburst and pissed as
hell at me.

"I'm BUSY doing my JOB. All you do is lay around on your bed, running
up phone bills, piling up clothes and toys on my credit cards while
you suck up food and heat! At least what I suck down....PAYS - you
spoiled little snot! Now go take a seat until I'm finished!"

I carried Mom's false teeth with me over to a little chair, as she
went back to slurping the man's penis into her mouth, tears burning my
cheeks at the spectacle we both had become. I felt horribly
humiliated, and fought the urge to fiddle with my panties for some
reason.

Four hours later, after Mom finished the line of fifty men and women,
I sat there totally numb, seeing the maskof cum fluids that caked her
face and her titties. When the last woman pulled away from Mom's
mouth, she crawledto me in my little chair and told me to untie her
hands. She put back in her false teeth, and made an effort to
straighten her clothes, though half the buttons had come off her
blouse when it was roughly pulled off her shoulders and down to her
waist.

"I'm sorry Mom, I didn't mean to..."

"If you want to talk, we'll talk, but not in front of.." Mom glanced
at the last cleaning lady as she pulled her skirt back down and
laughed at my pathetic mother as she walked away, shaking her head.

"So, you're not the BOSS of any of this, are you?", I said without
looking up at her.

"I consider these people my responsibility. I take care of them.
That's like running...." Mom said as I handed her some wet wipes, while
she scooped a thick pasty trail of sticky stuff off her trembling
chin.

"Mom, when I saw the uniforms in your office, I thought...you let me
believe you actually...were in charge of these people."

"I am in charge of dry cleaning their uniforms, especially since it's
my fault they get all sticky...", Mom volunteered with a weak little
smile.

"So, if you aren't in charge here, then who..." 

Just then the UPS woman walked up and stood next to us, except she
wasn't in her UPS uniform anymore, she wore a black pantsuit and
slacks. She looked totally different, and I was stunned.

"Doris, MY UPS lady friend!..uh...where's your uniform?". I asked,
confused.

"I work nights like your mother does Petra, in fact I'm manage the
whole staff here! It's a new promotion, as of tonight."

Doris proudly smiled as she placed her hand on my mom's 
shoulder, easing her back down to the floor. 

"Well, how's my favorite little garbage sucker today? Huh, Lindsay?
Grooming your offspring to follow in the family 'knee' prints?"

The UPS lady smirked down at my mother. 

Mom looked totally intimidated by Doris, and I remembered how they
barely acknowledged they knew each other that first day Mom found me
talking to the first three service girls I met!

"I think Petra's a little young to be deciding anything just yet...",
Mom said weakly, as Doris unsnapped and slipped off her slacks, folded
them carefully, and then handed them to me. Then she crudely straddled
Mom's face, as Mom just knelt there with her neck stretched back, like
a passive animal waiting to  be pounced on.

"How about it Petra? Think your mommy'd be surprised by what's going
on in her precious daughter's innocent little head, and between her
legs?"

Doris asked as she let lose a hot stream of urine into Mom's pursed
lips, laughing at my shock. Doris just kept pissing all over my mom,
pee-pee rolling across my own mother's wincing, whimpering face, down
her neck and soaking into her blouse; making it stick to her sagging,
beautiful breasts. I had never been more excited and horrified in my
whole life.

"It turns you on that your mother thinks so little of
herself that she proudly sucks off all the cleaning crew
and licks up my piss.", Doris smirked as she ground
herself across my mom's crying face. 

"You still wish it was *you* doing it, don't you princess?", Doris
laughed as she stared at me, looking me in the eye.

Furious rage welled up from inside me at this cruel bitch who was
tormenting my mother and me this way!

"GO FUCK YOURSELF!" I screamed through my tears. 

"No, I think that's your job sweetie...", Doris grinned as she pointed
out my own fingers, which were buried between my unsnapped jeans.

I gasped, horrified...I wasn't even conscious that I'd been openly
exploring my hungry little engorged clit as I watched. I burst into
fresh tears. Doris was right! I had been finger fucking myself over
how degraded my mother's true position really was.

"Petra, guess what? The really crazy part is, your mommy LIKES being
the company toilet. She relishes training new generations of girls to
believe they're worth nothing. Isn't that right Lindsay? Oops,
she'sbusy gurgling my tasty piss right now, or she'd tell you herself"

Doris laughed, as mom did just that, hungrily tongued up the last of
the UPS lady's precious little drops of gold like the stupid little
office cleaning sucker she was!

"Think about it, Petra, you mommy's mouth is SOOOOO dirty now, she's
not even FIT to suck off the respectable business ladies and gents
upstairs! That's why none of the 'cunt-sucking secretaries' took you
seriously. Your mother can rationalize all she wants,  but the ugly
truth is, you and your mother only get off  when you are humiliated
more and more, right?"

My tummy grumbled. I hated the ugly part of myself that longed, ached,
pleaded for the chance to be kneeling down there next to her,
humiliated along side my mother.

"Shut up - your wrong...", I whispered as my eyes stayed riveted to
Mommy, sucking and lapping Doris' warm, moist, tempting labia folds.
My fingers blurred across my clit as fast as I could move them, urged
on, yet  repulsed by Doris' cruel words.
 
"Peaches, face it -- your mom's tongue is now so dirty from years of
sucking people off, she's only allowed to suck off people who you
white folks think are so disgusting! But, I say, HEY, If she's
pathetic enough to get her jollies by begging to sucking off black and
brown people, who only laugh at her need for humiliation, whatever!"

I fingered myself almost to...to....well, I don't know what. If this was
an orgasm, maybe I almost had one, but I'm not sure. It DID feel hot,
nasty and good, but I felt tears of frustration at ALMOST getting
there, but not quite....

Doris finished pissing and gave herself a final wipe with Mom's hair.
Then she took back her pants and got
dressed.

"Jesus...stupid cunts sure must run in your family!", she added as she
walked out.

When Mom and me finished our crying jag, I helped her clean herself
up, and she drove me home. Her shift had ended. I never hated mom more
in my whole life, yet never felt closer to her, too. I hated her
giving up on herself, but now I knew why she did it.

When we pulled into the driveway, mom just sat there behind the wheel,
staring ahead, not saying a word. I didn't know what to say. Tons of
feeling were eating me up inside, and I was a little embarrassed that
I was still horny. Mom sighed.

"I'm such a fool Petra. It's silly. I spend all this time trying to
protect you, then I go and bring you to work, so you'll be able to see
what you could be in for. What was I thinking? Watching my boss piddle
on me finally revealed what your mother *really* does at the office.
Do you hate me?"

"No. Mom." 

"Mom, did you...uh....*like* having Doris do that stuff to you, and
'doing' the cleaning staff, like she said you did?"

Mom paused, then slowly slid her fingers into her skirt and bewteen
her legs as se spoke, her voice thick with excitement and shame.

"The business women don't find your mother's tongue worthy anymore,
since it smells so bad...even the 'service girls' turn their noses up at
me. I'm only allowed to be upstairs if I'm training their
daughters." 

My mother continued rubbing herself as we quiet sat together in the
car. I was very excited we were both ignoring her playing with
herself, and that she was doing this before her own daughter. Tears
were streaming down her face.

"Petra,....I can't help it. It's not just the sex.
It's...knowing I think so little of myself. Many of the service girls
are the same, and I can spot it in their daughters, the feeling they
will NEVER amount to anything, even if it's not true. I don't
understand why I need to sabotage myself, or why I..."

Mom caught me looking down at her fingers which were now buried deeply
into her pussy.

"I know momma, me too..." I cried as I reached over and slipped my
fingers into her warm pussy also, gently finger fucking my mommy
through our self pitying tears.

"Were so pathetic, aren't we sweetheart?", Mom said in a pouty little
girl voice, as her breath became quicker. I made my fingers jerk her
faster.

"Yes Mommy, we're pretty stupid, lame...the perfect mother daughter fuck
ups...", I whispered, kissing her forehead, as we bonded over our self
hatred and deep passionate shame.

"Petra...will you....OH I can't say it..." 

"What mother? Tell me..." 

"Will you...?" 

Mother then whispered into my ear as I kept sliding my fingers into
her snatch wickedly. I was excited and surprised by her request, but I
dutifully raised my palm...

...and slapped her pussy mound with stinging little slaps, hissing
into her ear:

"Naughty little Mommy. Does humping your daughter's nasty wet hand
give Lindsay a hot, nasty thrill, does it? Did pissing away her whole
career for her precious little cunny make the big stupid office lady
all gooey inside,  does it, huh?"

Mother arched her hips up to meet my slapping hand as she climaxed,
pulling my lips to hers and crushing a passionate kiss against my
mouth, her tongue hungrily exploring my mouth, as I winced at the foul
odor. I  deserved it, being her daughter, and knowing my mouth, too,
would soon taste like people's crotch odors.

________


Next morning, the whole thing was like a dream. 

I was thankful Mom didn't speak of it, as I was too embarrassed to
think of my own mom as my lover, which kinda was gross to me, even
though I liked slapping her pussy around and talking mean to her a
little too much!

When Mom finally interrupted my cereal with the news that there was an
opening for an intern at work, I was surprised.

"I have a pretty sharp daughter, and why am I wasting my time training
all these other people's daughters, when I have a natural right here,
right?"

"Wow, you mean, as a service girl, really mom? Could
I?" 

I didn't even try to hide how excited I was by the idea. But mom got a
hurt expression by my words.

"Petra, I was thinking you'd work downstairs, with me. Is that all you
care about, the status of the 'upstairs' service girls? There's no
shame in servicing the janitorial staff you know...you need to learn
your place...", Mother huffed.

"Yes, Mom, your right. I'm, sorry...", I pouted. 
 
"Petra, I know pleasuring executives and business women may seem
exotic, but those girls are of a different caliber than you and me."

"But YOU started there, right?" I pouted. 

"When I was younger. Petra, I didn't want to hurt your feelings, but
your breath isn't well...the other night in the car...", Mom said sternly.

"MOTHER, I haven't even sucked anybody OFF yet - how could my breath
be THAT bad?" I exploded.

Mom pointed to all the junky cereal I was muching with a raised
eyebrow.

You're always forgetting to brush! Remember Petra, if you don't keep
your mouth minty fresh, it'll never be worthy of anyone dumping any
sticky goo inside it!

"You're saying I'm not as good as Candice and those other girls,
aren't you? Jeez mom --" I whined.

"Well -- I don't mean to be cruel, but no dear -

"...you AREN'T honey. I'm sorry, but you're not as bright, good
looking, plus you keep dropping to your knees and fingering yourself
at the slightest chance of humiliation. You're more like me than you
realize, so it's pretty much all over...."

I felt hot tears of humiliation streaming down my face. 

"So, no collage?" 

"Nope." 

"I'm gonna grow up to be just like..." 

"Yes dear, sucking off the cleaning help. However...", Mom paused as my
heart skipped a beat.

"Yeah?" I looked up hopefully. 

"You'll learn to be a good little 'basement girl', like me. That's
what those nasty service girls upstairs calls us behind our backs. 
Someday you may even eventually fight the gag reflex and learn to hold
down several quartz of  pussy juice and cum with a forced little
smile. And  remember--  there's fewer expectations from sucking off
cleaning ladies, than executives upstairs. And you could learn
theropes from an experienced little pussy lapper like momma, from the
ground up. Maybe I could work something out so you could VISIT
upstairs for brief periods...", Mom beamed.

I wanted to cry, I was so happy she'd thrown me this bone. 

"You know, Petra, while your breath may never good enough for upstairs
company executives, if you work on it, you could possibly work up to
being worthy of sucking the service girls DAUGHTER'S pussies, and if
you played
your cards right..."

_______


And that's just how it worked out! 

I now help mother with the janitor lines every night! I was depressed
when Mom insisted I wasn't important enough to go to school anymore,
since using your mouth doesn't require english or math skills, but
they did give me this cool phony ID saying I'm eighteen, so I could
legally be an intern. Plus, if I'm a good girl, Momma let's me spend a
little time with Mrs. Barrlow and Candice upstairs during the day.

Despite what Mom says, there are ways to get ahead in
the company. Ms. Lauren liked the way I pranced for her that day in
her office so much that she offered to let me and Mom prance around
the cafeteria at lunch times. I freaked out over the Idea and said
forget it to Ms. Lauren. I was surprised she didn't make us, and said
it was up to us if we wanted to 'amuse' everyone' or not. Thankfully
mom also loathed the Idea.  Prancing for Ms. Lauren was one thing, but
publicly made me sick inside at the thought of both mother and
daughter embarrassing ourselves before all the other service
secretaries and their snooty daughters.

Mom and i both agreed we never would. We promised each other too. We
lay in bed each night and cried into each other's arms to stay strong
and not give into to our desires, and we always found desperately dry
humped our pussies together in tears over how tempting it would be to
possibly advancing up and impress everyone that were not 'just' the
'basement girl' jokes!

But we knew we would. Everyone did. And we both look so cute. Or
stupid...well both, actualy!

We don't get to wear anything but matching frilly little aprons, paper
hats and high heels, and Mom has to really pinch her nipples real hard
 to keep them from slipping out of her hands and flopping all over the
place. That gets especially hard when people are tossing food at us
and calling us names and giggling, which they always do and we must
clean up afterwards.

Of course, we don't get paid for it, either, but Ms. Lauren smirks
it's 'good exposure'. I'm sure she's not making fun of us and really
means it! All the upstairs people see us, and I hope that someday they
might give us another chance to be upstairs service girls. That would
be so great!

Candice always treats me so mean now, but of course I deserve it. I
want so bad to show her and the other girls what a good little service
girl I aspire to someday be, and they pretend that they are going to
let me lick them. They lift up their skirts and take off their pants,
and call out,

"Come and get it, stink-mouth! Come and lick me all up, momma's stupid
little basement girl! That's it...stick that  tongue WAY out and crawl
on over her, Pissra!"

But every time I come crawling up to one of them, hungrily reaching my
tongue out like the ordered,

they jerk themselves away, laughing.

They always play that game on payday, until I am crying and begging
them. It always comes down to,

"Aw poor widdo basement girl. She's SO sad! Okay, Pissra, you know the
deal, sign over your stupid little paycheck, and we'll give you a
present."

Of course, by that time, my hand is already inside my pants, and I
know that it's stupid, but I always do it. The present they give me is
always different...but I'm always frustrated to tears it's
never a chance to service them. 

Sometimes they pee on the floor and sit on me butt and back, talking
as though I'm not even there as i gratefully lap it up. Sometimes I
get to lovingly caress and clean their dirty smelly little butt-holes
with my moist quivering tongue. Sometimes they let me prance for them
with something extra big in my butt.


But i grew sick of them laughing at mother. I wanted, needed, for them
to see me as better than she was...

Finally, I figured my only chance was to take the next step.

"Mom...can you have a dentist pull my teeth so I can be an
upstairs girl like you used to be? The janitors say girls with no
teeth suck cocks WAY better, and I could be LOTS more popular that
way!!!"

I breathed, watching the little glass water of Mom's teeth were
soaking in on the floor,

as Mom looked up from between my legs,

"Yes, dear, of course..."






END

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