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Subject: {ASSM} Mommy's Little Girlfriend (Fg ws scat)
Date: Mon, 21 Apr 2003 04:10:04 -0400
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Mummy's little girlfriend

by April (seasiren6877@hotmail.com)




Donna Hartley was no shrinking violet. She had the kind of job many
men would have envied; she was a sports commentator for super bike
racing and loved every minute of it. She presented the image of a tall
confident woman in her late thirties, not frightened of the world and
what it had to offer. She began commentating fifteen years ago because
of her love of motorbikes coupled with her journalistic training, and
now worked for the major sports station as their "star reporter" on
the track. She was involved with the sport on a personal basis as
well, to the extent of marrying one of Europe's top riders, a
Frenchman called Françoise. Sadly it was a short marriage, both of
them had nothing in common besides the physical side of the
relationship and it ended with a divorce in which she'd been allowed
to keep custody of their young daughter and a large slice of his
personal fortune.

The wind was gusting as she stood by the side of the track
interviewing one of the riders, her long tawny hair blowing across her
handsome features as she asked him what he thought about the
forthcoming race. The bike engines roared as the riders pulled back
their throttles, causing her to shout into the microphone for her
voice to carry above the din. She kept her questions brief, party
because of the racket and also because the race was due to start in a
few minutes. Still talking to camera she kept a running commentary as
the nearest competitor climbed onto his bike saddle and revved up his
engine. A tall leather clad rider jumped onto his bike as he swung a
long muscled leg over the saddle.

"And here we see Marco Fonseca climb onto his bed and..." She grinned
sheepishly as she realised her error.

"Sorry about that," she laughed I don't know what I was thinking of
there."

Behind the camera the soundman doubled up, his body shaking with
silent laughter at her Freudian slip. He knew all right.

"You may laugh." She shot back at him grinning, and then rallied
quickly as her professionalism reinserted itself and she resumed her
commentary. Her mind was already anticipating the ribbing she'd
receive in the bar from the rest of the crew once they'd wrapped for
the day. She'd be able to take it of course, and give back as good as
she got, keeping up with the drinks and the usual boy's banter. Donna
had a masculine side, easy in the company of both men and girls; she
would invite either into her bed indiscriminately. She was attractive
to both sexes with a slim shapely body, lithe limbs and a graceful
bearing, which she used to her advantage in and out of the bedroom.
Very much a handsome woman with striking blue eyes, a long beautiful
face, and tawny coloured hair that fell down over her shoulders, she
possessed an air of devil may care which added to her appeal. Finally
her piece to camera ended and she put down the microphone.

"Sorry about that lads, he shouldn't have been blessed with such a
gorgeous butt. I was thinking about him climbing into bed."

Dave the cameraman shouted back: "How about you climbing into mine
tonight, eh?"

"In your dreams little boy." She replied to all round laughter from
the crew.

Shortly afterwards the race started and she began her commentary of
the race, her knowledge of her subject unmistakable as she explained
the technicalities and the tactics of the riders as they sped around
lap after lap on their powerful machines. It was a gripping finish and
the world champion won the race after a nail biting finish, which left
everyone, Donna included almost breathless with excitement. She went
down from the commentary box to congratulate the winner Paulo
Scorcini, and found him in the pits being clapped on the back by his
team. He was a good looking Italian, olive skinned, dark haired and
entertaining company anytime, but after winning the race he was in
even better form than usual. He turned away from his friends to give
her his undivided attention and the benefit of his sunny charm. She
warmed to him instantly, it was so refreshing to be with a man who was
at ease with himself and confident of his own worth. Most men found
her striking looks intimidating, finding it difficult to initiate a
conversation or say what they really felt. Paulo had no such problem
and invited her for a drink at his hotel for a threesome with him and
a friend. She gladly accepted saying she's be there later in the
afternoon around 3 p.m. She had no problem with his motives, knowing
quite well what his intentions were, she hoped she was right and felt
excited by the prospect.

She met them at the bar around 3.10 p.m. they had a drink, she chatted
a little and then told the two men she fancied going up to Paulo's
room for some fun. He looked over at his friend, giving him a look
that said I told you so and laughed.

"Lady, you don't waste time. I like that, I like being asked. It's so
good when a woman isn't afraid to say what she wants."

She blew a smoke ring into the air before stubbing her cigarette into
an ashtray and standing up.

"Life's for the taking Paulo." She said in a quiet voice before
looking him in the eyes with what could have been a challenge. "Now
shall we go?"

It was a good session. The men where energetic and reasonably
inventive and all three managed to keep going throughout the rest of
the afternoon. Yet in spite of it, there was still the all too
familiar feeling that something was missing, an element of something
that remained hidden. It wasn't as though there was anything wrong
with the men, they'd kept her going most of the time, their thrusting
cocks had filled her up and spurted into every hole including her
mouth, which she loved, it was just a feeling that she always had
after sex with men. The only man, who had ever come near to curing her
elusive craving - for that is what it must be she decided - was her
ex-husband. It was Françoise who had been willing to indulge her
fantasies. There was a dark forbidden side of her sexuality, which as
yet remained untapped. He was the most inventive lover she'd ever had,
with a kinky side to his sexuality only matched by Susan her present
lover. Susan worked for the same television channel as her and read
the news each day to an appreciative audience of admirers. She was
channel 15's pin-up girl and had her photo clinging to many a men's
work place, mess room and teenagers bedroom. An elegant woman of
thirty-two, with long black hair, sensual intelligent features and a
petite slim figure, her dark business suite, which she wore each
programme fitted her like an expensive glove. Her many admirers would
have been shocked if they'd have known she was a committed lesbian.
She'd been having a very secret relationship with Donna for some time
now, a relationship which both women found extremely rewarding. They
met once a week at Susan's plush apartment and spent the afternoon
making love, discussing fantasies and sharing their love for kinky
sex. Both women enjoyed the idea of watersports, not being on the
receiving end mind you, but finding a partner who would. It was partly
because they were so well known that each found it difficult to go out
and find a partner that would satisfy their particular fetish, except
for Donna who had found her ex husband to be a willing recipient.
Another one of Susan's kinks, which would have shocked everyone except
her friend, was her attraction to young girls. Donna shared her
interest to some extent but not to the same degree as Susan.  Susan
kept up the pretence of respectable heterosexuality by being married
to one of the wealthiest landowners in the country. It was a marriage
of convenience which suited both of them. Susan gained a wealthy life
style and a screenr for her real preferences while he gained a trophy
wife who allowed him to enjoy his secret affairs with rent boys.

The next day she went to work, spending a day in the studio recording
voice-overs for a new documentary called "Bike's Of The Future", which
she found interesting. So much so that the day sped by quicker than
she expected. She arrived home to find the house empty, which was
unusual as Brittany her young daughter was usually at home by now. She
looked around for a note, but couldn't find one. Then she tried her
bedroom but again didn't find anything. She was about to leave when
her eyes caught something sticking out from beneath her daughter's
mattress; it looked like a piece of material. Her curiosity aroused,
she walked over to the bed and pulled it out, and to her shock
discovered a pair of her own soiled panties. That wasn't all; next to
them lay a collection of photos, all were holiday snaps of Donna on
the beach wearing a scanty bikini, which left very little to the
imagination. As a Mother she was appalled, should she confront her and
find out what she was happening? The kind of behaviour Brittany was
exhibiting certainly wasn't normal for a girl of thirteen, especially
when the object of her desires was her own Mother. She realized she
was in shock as she made her way down-stairs into the living room.
Grabbing a bottle of vodka from the drinks cabinet, she splashed a
large measure of the clear liquid into a tall glass, and then tipped
it between her lips and swallowed. She sat down on the sofa as the
warm liquid warmed her stomach and spread out through her body like a
warm wave.  Her own daughter wanted her sexually, the whole thing was
so preposterous so outrageous and so very wrong. 'So wrong` she
thought feeling her thighs moisten and her nipples harden at the
depravity of the idea. 'Oh my I'm so horny all of a sudden, why is
this turning me on` she thought. She took another drink as she
pondered the whole concept of incest, lesbian incest with her young
daughter and realised she could hear her own jagged breathing and feel
her clitoris throbbing with a need she had never felt before. In bed
flesh against flesh, Mother and Daughter mouth to mouth, tongue
against nipple, tongues in .... She gasped, her face felt hot but not
from the vodka, she knew with a certainty that she had found the
missing element in her sex life, she was finally finding the answer,
or at least part of it. Donna had a mental image of her daughter
standing before her naked, her immature little body waiting for her to
do with it as she wished. Her pussy began to juice at the thought of
the girl lying on her bed with her legs open, her smooth cunt lips
waiting to be kissed and loved by her hungry mouth. Then another
picture of her laying face down on the bed, her babyish buttocks
pouting out cheekily as they waiting for her caress. She reached down
between her legs, and pushing the light material of her panties aside,
then plunged her fingers into her squelching cunt just as the final
image burst upon her mind. She saw herself sitting naked on the bed
with her own beloved daughter kneeling down before her.  She was
sucking her pussy, her face hidden from view by her two fleshy thighs.
She moaned as she saw herself drape both of her long legs over the
girl's thin shoulders, and then wrap them around her back in an iron
grip. With a feverish groan she know she was making sure the girl
couldn't escape. Not until she'd seen to her needs and pleasured her
thoroughly. She came with a loud cry, her hips jerking off the seat as
she saw herself cumming on Brittany's young lips and her mouth
dripping with cum. She groaned and pulled her panties back up then
reached for the vodka again as she began to plan her daughter's
seduction.

 Meanwhile Brittany was at her younger friend Amanda's house. 
Amanda's Mother was always friendly and often invited Brittany over.
She didn't mind going over to play, in fact she quite enjoyed having
someone to play with even if Amanda was two years year younger. As a
bonus she never came away empty-handed, Amanda's Mother usually gave
her a soda or an ice cream. On this particular day both girls were
dancing around the bedroom as the CD player belted out the number one
single. They laughed as their bodies gyrated to the beat of the music,
and although Amanda was only just eleven years old she danced around
with thrusting hips and swinging arms the same way she'd seen the
older girls do on the TV. Both were oblivious to the commotion they
were creating as they bumped around the small room.

"Cut it out you two, the ceilings nearly caving in." Amanda's Mother
shouted. It looked as though the girls had caught her on a bad day.

"Mummy's cross." Groaned Amanda.

With ill grace she walked over to the CD player and turned it off,
then jumped up on the bed slapping the mattress with her hand in
frustration. Brittany joined her young friend, taking a place on top
of the mattress next to her.

"I'll bet your Mummy doesn't shout at you" Amanda sighed.

"She does sometimes." 

"When?"

"Well..." Brittany tried to think but she couldn't really think of
anything for the moment

"Your Mum's nice, I wish my Mum was as nice as your Mummy"

"Yes, my Mummy's nice Amanda."

"She's pretty" She pronounced.

Brittany nodded her head and looked down as the carpet as she thought
about the Mother she adored. To say the youngster worshipped her was
an understatement; she felt so fortunate to have not only a caring
Mother, but also one who was so beautiful. It was easy to see why she
had so many lovers. Some nights she's hear moans and the creaking of
bedsprings coming from her bedroom. These were often accompanied by
her Mother's voice as she called out words of encouragement. There was
never any attempt by her Mother to hide her sexuality and sometimes
she would talk about whichever partner she was seeing at the time. It
was on one of these occasions when she was dating another woman that
Brittany asked her if she was a lesbian. Her Mother explained that she
liked both men and women, but probably preferred women a lot more.
Then she went on to talk about what it was like to kiss another woman,
to taste her lips and smell lovely perfume on her soft warm skin.

"I'm not rally a lesbian Brittany, but yes I do prefer women. Maybe
one day you'll experience the love of a woman and find you like it as
well. I hope you do then you'll know how I feel."

She remembered that conversation. She also remembered how she wanted
her Mother to kiss her, to feel her soft lips against her own, to
taste her mouth and suck in her warm breath, then to reach down and
caress her breasts beneath her top. She was only five then, too young
by far to be experiencing such sexual feelings, at least most people
would think so, but most people weren't Brittany and as far as sex was
concerned she was her Mother's daughter. She had adored her Mother as
long she could remember, hardly even remembering her Father who was
never at home much anyway. Now three years later, even they shouldn't,
her feelings were becoming sexual. She'd learned more about lesbians
from some of the magazines the older boys brought into school after
stealing them from their parents. She remembered flushing with
excitement when someone showed her photo's of two women taking turns
to perform cunnilingus on each other, and ever since then she'd had
wanted to do it with her gorgeous Mother. Her fantasies grew even
stronger, to the extent of recently purloining a pair of her Mother's
soiled panties from the linen bin and several photos' from her bedside
cabinet, each one of her lying back on a golden beach wearing her
sexiest bikini. She rubbed her hands between her legs each night and
held the woman's scented knickers to her face as she breathed in the
scent.

"My Mum's beautiful." She said looking wistfully at Amanda as she
swept her hand over her forehead and pushed her hair back.


Brittany noticed a change in her Mother over the next few days.
Instead of lounging around the house in a tea shirt and jeans as she
usually did, she wore low cut halter-tops and short skirts which gave
an eyeful of stockinged legs and bare thighs. Brittany wondered who on
earth she was trying to impress, she was being so provocative, but to
what end? The youngster couldn't work it out, although she wasn't
complaining, she'd never seen her Mother looking as sexy as this
before. On one occasion when she was sat on the sofa watching TV,
Donna came in with a cloth and sprayed the coffee table in front of
her, and then bent down to rub the table top. Her bulging breasts were
almost breaking free from the small top, and to the girls disbelief
she realised she wasn't even wearing a bra. She quickly lost all
interest in the program, her excited gaze taking in the sight of the
two cheeky breasts and upturned nipples. She blushed furiously when
she noticed her Mother looking down at her with a secretive smile. It
happened again as she bent down in front of the TV to pick an
imaginary piece of dust up. This time she was treated to the site of
Donna's black skirt riding up past her stockings and bare thighs, to
reveal a pair of sheer dark panties she'd only recently bought. Her
eyes were drawn to the site of her Mum's white alabater buttocks
seemingly winking back at her and she blushed again as her mother
swung round suddenly and caught her staring. Shortly after that Donna
went upstairs, she heard her padding around for a while and then the
sound of the shower door clanging.  It was almost as though she was
preparing to go out on a date, although she hadn't mad plans that she
knew of. There'd been an unusual atmosphere in the house just lately,
her Mother had been quieter than usual, not saying much, just kind of
acting up in a strange way wearing that mysterious look. She turned
her attention back to the soap she was supposed to be watching, and
let go of her thoughts as the plot drew her in to it's own little
parlour of intrigue and incredibility.

"Brittany. Turn the telly off its time for bed."

 She looked at the clock, it read eight-thirty, and she thought again
about her Mother's unusual behaviour.  It reminded her of the teasing
and flaunting she saw on the television when a woman was trying to get
a boyfriend. All those suggestive looks and then the provocative
clothing were beginning to make her feel flustered. She shook her head
and called back, "Coming Mum", then switched off the set and flicked
the light switch off before running upstairs with a head full of crazy
thoughts about her unpredictable Mother. She was dying to get into bed
and play with herself, the picture of her Mother bending over in front
of her was proving to tantalizing to resist. The girl threw her
clothes off and padded off to the bathroom, where she washed and
cleaned her teeth before putting on her nightclothes. Then reaching
under the mattress to pull out the contraband panties and photos, she
froze in horror. Instead of the pair which had been there last night,
there were the new pair her Mother had been wearing today,  nearly
see-through and lacy with a note placed on top. Everything became a
dream as she reached over ever so slowly and picked up the note and
began to read.


My Love,

Don't be frightened I'm not cross with you. I know how you feel about
me and I want you to know I feel the same way about you. I've been
thinking of you non-stop ever since I found my panties and photo's
under your mattress. I can't get you out of my mind darling; you're
driving me to despair. I' know I've been acting up a little strange
these last few days, that's because I wanted to see your reaction to
me when I flirted with you. Now that I know how you've been thinking
about me I wanted to see if I could turn on. I want tonight to change
everything between us, but I'm giving you the chance to make the
decision by yourself. You can throw the note away and stay in your
room and I'll love you as I have always done, or you can come to my
bedroom. Either way I'm leaving it to you dear. If you want to change
your life forever and mine as well, I'd like you to put this note down
and come into my bedroom where we'll begin a new relationship, not
just as Mother and daughter, but as lovers as well."

Brittany let the note fall to the floor as she felt her legs grow
weak. 'It's all a dream, it must be, ` she thought. Yet she knew it
was actually happening, she could just walk into her Mothers bedroom
and have everything she'd ever dreamt of. She felt sick, not ill, but
sick with excitement, with shock almost as she began to consider the
enormity of what was about to happen. For she'd already made her
decision, there was never any doubt in the matter. She would accept
the offer how could she not? How could she throw away the chance of
making a dream like this come true? She knew if she ignored the note
she would never be asked again, and then she'd regret it for the rest
of her life.  She squared her small shoulders and walked out of the
door to meet her Mother.

Some time earlier Donna had picked up the same neatly written note and
the pair of panties she'd been wearing that day, and deposited them
beneath her daughter's mattress. Then making her way to the bathroom,
she'd showered, washed and conditioned her hair until it had a deep
lush fragrance, which the packet insisted contained the essence of
golden woods and summer meadows. Placing a towel over her head as she
stepped out of the shower, she rubbed her hair dry, and then pulled it
away to let her silky mane swirl down her back. Carefully patting her
skin dry, before rubbing fragrant essential oils onto its surface, she
padded into the bedroom and sat before the dresser mirror. There she'd
carefully shaved her legs until they were smooth and shiny, and then
her armpits, until they felt sleek against the back of her hand.
Satisfied with the result, she picked up a pair of scissors and
trimmed her dark pubic hair leaving a neat triangle of growth. She was
leaving nothing to chance, and wanted her elegant appearance to do
more than impress her lovely young daughter. She decided on a
makeover, usually this wasn't a necessary part of her preparations,
her beautiful features and clear complexion stamped her with a
character and sensuality that had never needed make-up. In spite of
this Donna carefully applied mascara to her long eyelashes, and fresh
beige eye shadow to her lids. She blinked her eyes feeling pleased
with her image in the mirror, and reached over for her lipstick to
apply a red scented gloss around her shapely lips. Feeling secretly
pleased, and a little vain at the same time, she reached for a blush
stick and began to blend a shade of light coral peach into the apples
of her cheeks, and then met her eyes in the mirror to give a perfect
pout. A few drops of her favourite perfume behind her ears and under
her breasts added an aroma of drifting sandalwood and cloves to the
warm night as she slipped on a silky black gown, and tied it loosely
around her waist. As a final touch she flicked off the main light and
turned on a set of dimly glowing spotlights, which gave the cosy room
a soft romantic feeling. She paused to ponder her actions for a
moment. Part of her was still appalled by what she was about to do
with her young daughter, who was after all only thirteen years old for
goodness sake. The whole situation was sick and pathetic and so was
she. But by far the stronger voice said go for it. It's what you've
been craving for all these years. Its taken Brittany's own need to
make you realise it, don't throw it away. She knew she couldn't fight
her desires; they were too strong for her to control. She glanced once
more in the mirror and then called her daughter to bed and heard her
run up the stairs. Twenty minutes later Brittany entered the room to
see her sitting on the bed waiting.

The sight of the glamorous woman stunned little Brittany. Although she
knew it was her Mother, she still had to blink a little to make sure.
The elegant woman could have been a film star, she would have graced
the screen in any Hollywood picture as the perfect leading lady. She
stood and stared with the door handle still in her hand, unsure of
what to do next, almost as though she couldn't remember how to command
her body. The beautiful woman smiled back at her conspiratorially and
self-consciously swept a stray length of hair from her forehead.

"I'm nervous too." She whispered, patting the mattress by her side she
added. "Sit here for Mummy and lets talk a little."

Brittany found her self-obeying as she walked across the thick piled
carpet that dominated the large room, now made cosy by the dimly lit
spotlights. She felt the mattress yield softly to her light body as
she took a place next to the beautiful adult. Her senses reeled at the
scent of her Mother's seductive fragrance and she nearly swooned with
pleasure as she sat near her.

"It didn't take you long to find the note." Her voice had a hint of
relief. She was glad she hadn't had to sit here any longer waiting for
Brittany to find it. In spite of her natural confidence she had never
experienced anything like the turmoil of emotions raging within her.

"No." She replied a little sheepishly. "Are you cross Mummy? I mean
about me pinching your panties and pictures."

Donna reached over and gently stroked her daughter's hair, slowly
running her hand through the blond tresses. Her eye's rested for a
moment, as they seemed to examine a stray lock before lifting her gaze
back to meet hers.  "No. Of course not darling. Why do you think I've
been flaunting myself at you so shamelessly the last couple of days,"
she blushed. "I'd have been more upset if you hadn't come. I'm glad
that you took my panties; you made me realize what's right here in
front of me. You." She ceased her stroking to rest both hands on top
of Brittany's shoulders. "I've always loved you Brittany, even when
your Father and I were together, you had the first claim to my heart.
I know I seem a bit of a tough old stick." She shrugged. "Maybe I am.
But you have to be in this world, and a single woman has to keep
pushing to get anywhere, and to get people to take notice of her. I've
been away a lot. I've worked long hours and I haven't seen as much as
you as I'd have liked. But I want you to know the time we've had
together has always been precious to me." Brittany sighed and reached
over, taking her Mother's larger hand between her two smaller one's
and squeezed.

"I love lots and lots Mummy." Her eyes were glistening in the dim
light, and her Mother realized she was near to tears herself as she
gently clenched her daughter's hands back in a way that said 'I know`.
Donna cleared her throat quietly. Cocking her head to the side
slightly, and seemingly in a sudden change of mood, she raised an
eyebrow in a questioning glance.

"So...what do you think of all this war paint I've slapped over me.
Does it meet with your approval? It's taken me ages to trowel on over
all the cracks in my old skin."

"Mum you're the prettiest Mum in all the world." She frowned a little
as she let out a sigh in mock exasperation. "You know you are. You
look like a lady in the films. I'm so lucky to have such a lovely
Mum." And then added in an afterthought  "Amanda thinks you are too."

Donna flushed pleasantly at this piece of information. Donna was a
little angel, even younger than her daughter; she was beginning to
feel the same way as Susan did when it came to girls. Very young girls
at that, the very thought caused her new problems with her composure.
Returning back to the present she smiled back at her lovely daughter.
"That's nice, Amanda's such a lovely girl.   But coming back to you
and me darling, I'm so glad you like me looking like this. It's not my
usual style, and I must admit it feels a bit strange, but I have to
say it does feels kind of nice. She tossed her hair back over her
shoulders as she looked at herself in the mirror. "How long have you
wanted to have sex with me?" The question came out haltingly in the
quiet room.

Their eyes looked in the mirror briefly before Brittany looked away.
"A long time, I can't remember." She looked up again as she gathered
her courage. "How long have you felt the same about me Mummy?"

"I only began to think about the possibility of us becoming," here she
paused a second, "close. I think I've wanted you for quite some time
but never really known it. Ever since you started developing from a
toddler into a beautiful little girl. You're so sexy Brittany. You've
got such a pretty face, so full of character, so lovely and your eyes
sparkle so beautifully when you look at me. When you laugh you're so
carefree and full of life. Your body is young and immature, not even a
young woman's. Yet for all that you have such a special sexuality,
sometimes I think that I could eat you." Her breath came out in a rush
as she felt her arousal building. She wanted to take her daughter to
bed and knew she couldn't wait much longer. She reached over and
brushed her dimpled cheek with a soft kiss.

"What we're thinking of doing is so wrong according to the rules of
the society we live in. What I mean is, we can get ourselves into a
lot of trouble if anyone else finds out about us. Do you understand?"
She asked earnestly.

"I won't ever let any one else know Mummy. I promise I won't say
anything to anyone. I just want to do the things I've seen the women
doing in the magazine." She sighed.

Donna frowned. "Which magazine's this?"

"Oh, some of the boys brought a magazine to school. It had pictures of
women licking each other's pussy's and bottoms." The words left the
girl's lips easily; she clearly wasn't shy and had no difficulty using
adult words to describe sexual acts. Donna was glad she seemed so
uninhibited.

"Hmm...well yes darling". She paused. "Yes we are going to do all of
the things in the magazine, and hopefully more besides. The next few
years are going to be the richest of our lives." She assured as she
placed her arm around her daughters shoulder and drew her close. "Come
here."  She pulled Brittany closer and their lips met in their first
incestuous kiss, the thrill sending shivers through their bodies as
they realized its importance. Donna's lips pressed against her
daughters, writhing against them like a duel until the youngster
parted them slightly and felt her Mother's tongue slide past them to
ream the inside of her mouth and run along her teeth. The room took on
the sounds of French kissing as salvia passed between their mouths and
over Brittany's cheeks as her Mother hungrily mouthed her small face
before plunging back against her lips. Now heavy breathing and the
occasional fevered moan joined the sounds as the atmosphere became
charged with passion. Moaning into Brittany's mouth, her Mother pulled
away the girl's nightie, drawing it up over her small body until the
material was nestling against her neck. She broke the kiss with a loud
plop, the girl whimpering as she did and with one quick movement the
pink material was up off her shoulders to bare her slim chest and flat
stomach. "Here let me get these off. Stand up a sec." She hissed.
Brittany began to stand up and immediately felt her white panties
sliding down her legs to the floor as the eager woman stripped her
naked. She stood without moving, noting the lust written across her
Mothers face as her eyes devoured every inch of her beautiful pr-teen
form. Blonde hair cascaded to her shoulders, framing an oval face and
dimpled cheeks with a clear complexion like her Mothers. They both
shared the same blue eyes, right down to the sparkling anticipation,
which now shone from them both. Her skin had the complexion of clear
honey without a blemish to be found, and as the woman's gaze travelled
down over her slim stomach she found even more pleasure in her gaze.
She had never looked at her daughter like this before. As a Mother
she'd seen her undressed on many occasions, but never with the shiny
eyes of a lover. Her inner thighs moistened as her eyes moved down and
took in the puffy lips of her immature vagina. A gentle push was all
it took to send her falling on her back onto the mattress with her
Mother falling on top of her, her curvy adult body with all it's
feminine beauty and needs pinning her to the bed as she kissed her
again. Brittany reached round and brought her arms around the woman's
back and held her close, moaning into the larger mouth as it devoured
her. A thrill shot through her as she felt her Mother's breasts for
the first time. The prodding of her swollen nipples as they pressed
through the silken robe into her lower chest caused her to gasp out
loud. Kisses rained down on her face, her chin and her throat to the
accompaniment of breathless sighs from the eager woman as she combined
licks and nibbles with hungry open-mouthed caresses. Sucking on the
tiny nipples then flicking them with the tip of her tongue caused a
delighted "Oohh Mummy that's nice Mummy" to escape from the little
girl. She grunted with satisfaction as she felt the effect she was
having on her baby. Down she went, fleeting kisses wetting her stomach
and then long swipes of her busy tongue around her pussy before
pausing for a moment to whisper, "I love you". She wriggled her tongue
between the openings as she ate her daughter's pussy with shameless
relish. Brittany kicked her legs out as she felt the welcome invader
slip into her pussy and wriggle around inside. She let out a series of
gasps and sighs at the incredible sensations within her.

"Yes Mummy. Oohh that's lovely, it feels just....Ohhh yes, please keep
doing it Mummy."

Donna held the girls thighs and pushed them back further giving her
access to her tight little butt hole, which now lay fully exposed
before her. She leaned in closer and swiped her long tongue over the
small rosebud until it glistened with salvia, and then gently pushed
the tip past the tight ring and slowly fucked her rectum. By now the
youngster was crying out in ecstasy as she pumped her tiny bottom into
her Mothers face.  She squealed when Donna began to quicken the pace
of her tongue, watching it plunge in to the hilt and invade her
bowels, and then whip out again in a blur of motion. Donna's lust
filled eyes remained fixed on her daughters face as she raped her ass
and felt her squirm and cry. She kept it up for a few minutes more,
the room now noisy with cries of passion and the slurping of her
tongue inside the wet anus. Suddenly she switched to the girls cunt
and resumed sucking and licking the little clitoris.

"Mummy, Mummy. It's feeling funny. Oohh yes, yes Aaahhhhhh! Aaahhhhhh!
Now Now! I'm weeing." She came as only a girl of that tender age can;
lights began to flash in her head as she felt her insides turn to
liquid, mistaking the sensation for pissing. Donna carried on slowly
licking and kissing until the thrusts and sighs ceased, and then
slowly pulled her tongue out as she felt her daughter collapse. The
woman slowly kissed her way up the shaking body until she reached her
lips, and then kissed them tenderly before laying on her side with her
chin resting on her hand.

"Don't tell me you didn't like that." She teased. A sly smile touching
her lips.

"I wouldn't dare. It was the best of anything Mum, the best ever" A
small frown creased her smooth brow. "There's one thing I'd like
better though."

"Oh what's that?" asked Donna lightly.

"To do it to you. Those pictures and your panties." She stopped
suddenly embarrassed at having mentioned her pilfering.

"It's okay lover. I don't mind, in fact I'm flattered. I'm glad you
took them, if you hadn't, I wouldn't have known how you felt about me
and that would've been terrible for both of us. Tell me everything you
feel darling, I want to know exactly what you want from this
relationship." The soft lighting in the bedroom couldn't diminish the
love shining from her Mother's face as she tried to reassure her
little girl. Brittany's face lit up at the word "lover" being used to
describe her and continued with added courage.

"I wanted to see the pictures of you with hardly any clothes on so I
could think of you without anything on and...and to have your panties
so I could smell and lick, then I could pretend I was doing it to you
when I looked at your picture." She looked up at the woman and
continued almost imploringly with her childish entreaty. "That's what
I've always wanted Mum, to kiss you everywhere. I dream of you making
me do it to you, even if I don't want to.... Like I know I do really,
but if I'm tired or doing something else, like watching my favourite
programme when you want me to do it, you take me upstairs with you
anyway, and take your clothes off and make me do it like the women in
the magazine, only I do all the licking to you."

Donna lay still, digesting the words and their clear implications. Her
daughter, even at that age was a natural submissive and the thought
made her pulse quicken as she began to envisage the kind of
relationship this could lead to. She wasn't displeased; on the
contrary she found the whole idea incredibly exciting as her mind
raced over the possibilities

"Do you think that's weird Mum? Do you think I'm a perv?" She
whispered using the word she'd heard in the playground. Her Mother
shook her head, her hair sweeping back across her slim shoulders as
she ran a lazily finger across the girl's cheeks.

"No. Not at all, I'm so glad you've had the courage to tell me. It's
very important that we're completely honest with each other," Her eyes
glinted as she continued, "and ourselves." Her face flushed as she
realised it was time to put her daughter to work on her own body a
thought she'd been relishing ever since all of this began. She reached
down and took a hold of the sash of her gown. "Perhaps we've finished
talking for now. I think it's time to have you put your wishes into
action by giving me pleasure." "Don't worry", she purred, "I'll guide
you all the way. Are you okay if I take my robe off now baby?"

The girl gulped. "Yes Mummy."

"Good, because I'm going to stand up and show you my body. You may
have seen pictures of naked women before, but seeing a fully grown
woman in the flesh is quite a different thing." She sat up and swung
her long legs off the side of the bed, then got up and stood before
her daughter. Their eyes met for a second as she pulled at the sash
and slid the dark gown away from her body.  Brittany gasped when she
saw her Mothers magnificent figure, her eyes taking in the sweeping
curves of her breasts and her long shapely legs with the dark fuzz
nestling in-between. Her skin looked toned and lightly tanned, except
for the pale conical breasts and angry pink nipples; which now stood
smartly to attention. She sat down next to Brittany, and reached for
her hand, Mother and daughter both naked together.

"Place your hand on my breast," she whispered to the girl. Brittany
obeyed and tentatively reached forward to place her hand on the
nearest, then waited to be told what to do next. "Now explore it, get
used to how it feels, squeeze it a little if you like, but be gentle.
There, that's nice isn't it? Feel how the nipple stands up and goes
hard when you touch it. Good. Now do the same with the other one, run
your hand over it, lift it up. Put your hand underneath and feel it's
weight...That's it does it feel nice?" The girl nodded. Pleased, Donna
continued. "There's only one thing better than touching it, and do you
know what that is?"

"No mummy."

"Kissing it of course. That's your next job honey. Lean forward and
put your mouth over my nipple, then kiss it and feel it grow stiff
between your lips" Brittany leaned forward, taking the supple flesh in
both hands and brought her open mouth over the pink tip to suckle on.
The nipple felt hard and rubbery to her tongue, while the flesh it
surmounted felt soft and smooth, but still firm as she closed her eyes
and coed like a baby. The way Brittany held onto her Mother's breast
and sucked on the nipple wasn't too dissimilar to a Mother feeding her
baby, except in this case the Mother was feeding herself to her
daughter for sexual gratification. Sighing quietly, she cradled the
girl's head with her hands as she enjoyed her oral caresses. "Good
girl" she whispered, her soft sighs turning into moans as she passed
Brittany's lips from one breast to the other. The pale flesh glistened
with the girl's salvia in the dim bedroom light as they rose up to
fill her mouth.  Whispered encouragement found it's way past her lips
as she expressed her feelings with words. Suddenly Donna recalled
Brittany's earlier words about how she wanted to be dominated and she
felt a fierce thrill enter her loins. The tone of her voice changed,
as her words became more demanding, her cunt juicing in anticipation
as she instructed the girl to go lower. Brittany moved to obey her
wishes, quickly scooting down past the woman's stomach, but not before
planting a wet kiss on it's wrinkled belly button and then downwards
into the fuzz of pubic hair above the wrinkled labia "Just put your
face next to my vagina or shall I say cunt," she said lewdly, parting
her legs in anticipation, "Yes that's it. Now watch as I open myself
up for you. Look at it darling, see how wet it is and how it glistens,
you've done that by getting me excited. Watch as I pull back the lips,
they don't hang down any more do they? They're more like the wings of
a butterfly. I'm going to put two fingers either side of my clitoris
Brittany...see how that make's it come forward out of it's hood like a
little finger. It's for you honey, give it a big kiss to say
hello....Ahh yes, that's nice. That's you're fist kiss on my clit,
I'll remember that, now run your tongue and lips around it. Yes that's
it darling... all around with your little baby tongue, feel it stiffen
and grow just like my nipples did. Lick it. How does it taste darling?
Tell me if you like it because you'll be getting a lot more of it from
now on sweetie."

"Umm yummy Mum. I love it." Came the muffled response from Brittany
with her mouth hidden in the hairy bush.

Donna sighed and pushed her pelvis forward. "That's good, I'm so glad.
Keep sweeping your tongue into me! Rub your lips against me as well
and give me plenty of little kisses. Yes that's right. Good girl keep
at it." And then; "Oh darling, I can't wait any longer for this. Press
your face between my thighs and suck my clit hard! Don't stop doing it
until I come right in that pretty little mouth of yours. I'm going to
fuck your face with my hot cunt lover. Flick your tongue from side to
side to excite my clitoris. Does it feel angry? Yes I'll bet it does,
it's throbbing like mad. Take it between your lips; pretend it's a
lollypop... Yeah baby like that!" She hissed, "Now suck on it!" She
yelled. "Ohh, Ohhhhh yeah! Keep sucking! Keep going!" Brittany
flinched as she felt the woman's thighs flip over her shoulders, her
Mother noticed and tried to reassure her. "Don't panic darling." She
cooed. "It's okay, I'm just bringing my legs up over your shoulders.
Feel them close over your head. You like? Umm... Nod your head for yes
honey. Good girl, I knew you would. You like the feeling of Mummy's
big thighs squeezing your ears don't you? Yeaaahhh! You know you do!
Feel my legs as they wrap around your back and hold you in." Her voice
rose with excitement as she thrilled to the sound of her own lewd
words. "You're Mummy's prisoner darling and you're going nowhere till
you've satisfied me completely. Uh hugh!" She thrust her cunt up hard.
"Uh hugh!" Then again. "Yeah! Yeaaahh darling, keep going! Go faster!
Faster! Don't stop.... Don't ever stop! Ohh God Yeah! Yeah! That's it
sweetie! That's it!" Her voice rose to a loud wail, filling the room
with the sounds of her exhilaration as she approached her crises; the
sensation of Brittany's tongue lapping her and the knowledge of the
forbidden act they were involved in drove her over the edge. Her voice
came in sobs as angry passion seized her, and crying out she reached
for the girl's head and took a handful of hair to roughly pull her
face against her wet cunt and grind her pelvis up against her chin.
Cunt soup smeared her face as it bounced against her Mother's
thrusting groin, the woman groaning louder as more taboo thoughts
filled her head. "Come on! Come on!" She urged. "Suck me off! Lick it!
Lick it! Lick it! Oh fuck! Oh fuck I'm going to cum. I can't hold
back. I can't stop it I... Yes! Keep going...Keep it up, stay with me
baby! Stay with me...here it comes! Here it comes...I'm going to cum
right in that sweet fucking mouth of yours. Ugghh! Ugghh!" She cried
as her hips slammed backwards and forwards, her legs locked round her
daughter's shoulders, holding her in place as the heel of her foot
beat a tattoo against her back. The girl tried to keep up, sucking and
flicking her tongue within the woman's vagina, loving her new role as
her Mother's lover, until she felt hot cum spurting into her mouth and
throat, some going down the wrong to make her cough and splutter.

Donna paused briefly as she fought for breath. She waited a few
minutes at the most, and then climbed up Brittany's body and sat on
her gasping face. With the headboard clattering against the wall and
the mattress singing, she rode the child to a climax, and then rested
apparently spent, but then moved up again to resume fucking the girl's
tired mouth. The same pattern was set for the rest of the night until
eventually both could stand no more, and lay back exhausted to sleep.

The next few days were like a honeymoon. The morning after their long
night of lovemaking, Donna phoned in sick for the next three days,
then did the same for her daughter by speaking to her school and
telling them she had the flu. They spent the rest of the morning
sleeping until they both dragged themselves up for Donna to prepare
them a large breakfast. They went shopping for the rest of the
afternoon with Brittany whooping with joy at some of the new dolls her
Mother bought her. When they got back home Brittany wanted to run
upstairs and play with her two new Barbie's and their outfits, but her
Mother said she could do that later. She wanted to go to bed again
first and teach her how to make love to her behind. It was one of her
favourite acts and she wanted to entice her young daughter into
rimming her buttocks as soon as possible, hence the bribe of the two
dolls. Leading Brittany by the hand she led her up the stairs to the
bedroom where she quickly shed her clothes.

"Take off your clothes honey, then kneel down on this pillow Mummy's
putting on the floor. Good, that's it. Now I'm going to teach you how
to suck my other hole. When I stand in front of you I want you to lick
and kiss the cheeks of my nice big bottom. Start by doing that and
then I'll guide you in further when I'm ready for you. How do you feel
about that? I promise that when you've done it to me for long enough
and made me very happy, I'll let you go and play with your dollies.
Okay?" She gave her daughter a bright smile and suddenly Brittany
couldn't have given two pence for her dolls. The thought of being
allowed to worship her beautiful Mother in such an exciting and
unusual way made her little pussy throb through her panties.

"Oh yes Mummy. I'd love to suck you again; your bottom's so nice. I
don't car how long you want me to suck it for; I really want to do it
for you Mummy."

"Good girl Brittany. Mummy's so proud of you darling." She gushed.
"There love, just kneel down here and get ready to kiss my big old
bottom."


The little girl protested that it was the loveliest bottom she'd ever
seen, even better than the women's bottom in the magazines she'd seen
at school. Donna gave a throaty chuckle and shoved her domed buttocks
into the face of the kneeling youngster, telling her she'd better
prove it. She did by placing her hands on the woman's legs to support
herself, and then with a sigh of pleasure she leaned forwards and
pressed her pretty features into the first cheek. It yielded to the
pressure of her face, yet still felt firm to the touch. She stuck out
her tongue, and at first tentatively licked up and down the surface.
She felt goose pimples and in one or two places a couple of brown
moles, which she twirled the tip around to savour. The flesh felt warm
and still smelt beautiful from the body oil rubbed into it earlier,
and she relished the feeling of the silky domes as she lapped them
with her tongue, and began covering each one with a series of
butterfly kisses, followed by wet open mouthed licks. She felt her
Mother push back as she rubbed her ass into her willing face, and
opened her mouth wider, trying to fill it with the soft flesh. Then
she felt a hand gently guide her face sideways until she took the hint
and moved her head towards the partition, slowly kissing her way
along, until her nose brushed against the woman's dark crack. She
sighed as she took the plunge and felt her Mothers hands on the back
of her head become more demanding so she had no choice but to bury her
lips against the brown rose bud of her anus. She breathed in the rich
aroma of it's dank secretions, the smell nearly made her pull out and
gag but she knew that would upset her grown up lover, so she forced
herself to breath in again and tolerate the strong tang. Donna began
to churn her buttocks round and round into her face, so that any one
viewing the scene, would have seen a beautiful woman with her head
thrown back in ecstasy, grinding her buttocks into the obscured face
of a young child. The person would either be appalled or enthralled,
but either way would watch in fascination, hearing the wet slops of
the girl's feasting mouth, and the moans of the woman, as he or she
witnessed the lewd scene before them.

Donna came noisily, there's no other way to describe it. For the first
time in her life, she screamed during an orgasm, so much so that she
scared Brittany so much, she tried to pull out, until her Mother
begged her to carry on. The orgasm left Donna sobbing as she collapsed
on to the bed and took her daughter in her arms. It was a shattering
experience for both of them and for the next twenty minutes they both
lay still until their breathing returned to normal. Finally Donna
propped her head up from the pillow and kissed the girl softly on the
lips as she smiled into her eyes.

"Thank you darling, that was wonderful for me. Did you mind doing it?"

Brittany shook her head vigorously as though the very thought of her
minding doing anything to make her Mother happy was unthinkable.

"I'll do anything for you Mummy. I love you. It was a bit strange at
first," she admitted, "but then I got to really like it, and it felt
good doing it to you, and hearing you making all those noises." Her
Mother sighed lustily as she kissed her forehead, then her nose, then
her ears and finally her lips as unbelievably her passion grew once
again.

"That's nice Brittany." she whispered seductively,  "In that case do
you think you could manage to do it one more time before you go and
play with your dolls?"

"Yes Mummy." She nodded dutifully.

Donna reached a pillow over and placed it under her crotch, then
buried her face in the other as she arched her proud buttocks into the
air

"Take your time darling. Make Mummy climb up the wall."


"Cheers"

"Cheers" replied Donna as she clinked her glass of gin and tonic
against Susan's.

Both women were laying back on the sofa in the sumptuous living room
of Susan's London flat. Although she was married it belonged to her
and had nothing to do with her husband. Susan presented a welcoming
sight to viewers as she read the news most days of the week. Her
attractive trim appearance gave the impression she was speaking to
them personally, her blue intelligent eyes seemed to see through the
camera straight in to theirs. Donna was delighted when Susan had made
a pass at her last year at a party; ever since then they'd been lovers
with constant meetings at Susan's flat. They met once a week for
discreet daytime sessions of lovemaking, both women had every
Wednesday to themselves and made full use of it for their weekly
tryst. Susan studied her friends face sensing a difference in her this
week. She reached over to stroke her hand as she gently probed.

"So how was your week?"

Donna's lips twitched as she smiled, knowing she couldn't hide her
excitement. "Oh not bad." She said casually, trying with a feeble
attempt to hide her glee.

Susan raised her eyebrow knowingly. It could only be something
wonderful, probably something very exciting to make Donna so agitated.
The woman was dying to tell her something quite thrilling; she'd
noticed her energised state as soon as she walked through the door.
Knowing Donna, the only thing that could possibly have such an effect
on her had to be sex, and it wasn't to wild an assumption to work out
she'd made a new conquest.

"Who've you been making it with honey bunch?"

"Pardon?" she replied surprised that her friend knew so easily.

Susan's hand slid down to her friend's leg, and caressed its way up
her stockinged thigh. "You know you can share your secret with me."
She sighed. "We never keep anything from each other darling. Do tell
honey, you know it's safe with me." Donna looked away for a moment as
she sought for the right words to tell Susan about her and Brittany,
she'd been dying to tell her ever since she came round. Susan was
Donna's soul mate, both were more than friends and lovers; they were
almost like sisters, both fiercely protective of each other and
totally devoted.

"Your right." She bit her lip slightly before she continued. "I know
how much you adore younger girls Susan. It's one of your closely
guarded secrets." Susan gave a long apprising stare as she wondered
just what this was leading up to. Donna knew her liking for young
girls, It was her secret fantasy to seduce a girl still below puberty,
that's just how she liked them. Donna had been her only confident, her
secret yearning known only to her because she knew she wouldn't be
appalled as other people would. In fact Donna had found the idea quite
stimulating herself, but never to the extent that Susan had. Her
breath caught in her throat as she waited for her to continue.

"Well, it's happened to me Susan. I'm having a sexual relationship
with a very young girl."

"How young?" She asked hardly trusting her voice.

"Thirteen, Susan. In a way I've been having a relationship with her
ever since she was born." She reached out taking Susan's had in hers
as she gazed into her burning eyes. "You see darling I'm her Mother."
The effect was electrifying. Susan's eyes rolled in their sockets as
she whispered, "Oh my God." Her head fell back on the sofa as she
stared up at the ceiling. For a while there was silence almost like
the after effects of an explosion, and in a way it was.

"Have I shocked you."?

"In the enormity of what you're saying I suppose you have. I just need
to take it in, I don't disapprove." She paused and breathed out
loudly, letting a gust of air blow her dark hair away form her
forehead. "I'm honoured you told me. How long...I mean when did
you..." She groped.  Donna leaned forward and kissed her. For the next
half an hour she told her everything, right from the discovery under
Brittany's mattress, all that had happened, how she had felt, what she
had done about it, and everything they had done together since. When
she had finished, Susan quietly stood up, took Donna by the hand and
kissed her with a furious passion, which showed just how she felt. "I
think it's time we made our way upstairs." She whispered. With that
they began their slow progress to the bedroom. Slow because the two
excited women could only get a few feet further before falling on each
other, kissing passionately and pulling off items of clothing. By the
time they flung the bedroom door open, they were both naked. They
threw the silken covers back and began a session so frantic that both
women lost all sense of time and place as the morning passed into
afternoon and shadows began to fall across the large room.

"It's time I thought about getting back home." Donna sighed as she
noted the changing light seeping over their sweating bodies.
"Brittany's due to be coming home from school soon." She yawned and
leaned over to kiss Susan on the lips. "I'm going to be too tired for
any more fun today though. As usual you've worn me out, and believe me
that takes some doing." Susan didn't respond, her mind was elsewhere
for a moment. "Honey, where have you gone, you're miles away?"  Donna
asked looking down at her preoccupied lover.

"Oh." She exhaled as she came out of her reverie and looked up at
Donna. "I was just thinking about Brittany for a moment."

"Yes?" Donna raised her eyebrows slightly.

"You said she's submissive right and she'll do anything you say?"

"That's true." She admitted. 

"Well, you know how you've got this thing about golden showers, giving
them I mean...." She continued

"Go on." Donna urged. "You have as well remember."

"I know. But you have the opportunity of having someone fill those
wishes now. Wouldn't Brittany agree to let you do it with her?"

"I've thought about it," Donna admitted as she lay back to stare at
the white ceiling, "but it's how to ask her. I don't want to put her
off by saying something really clumsy, I'm not sure how to steer the
conversation in the right direction."

"Umm." Susan though for a moment and then sat up and squeezed the
other woman's breast. "I know." She exclaimed. "You don't have to."

"What. But I thought you just said...."

"No listen for a second." She interrupted. It could be an accident. It
could just happen. What happens if you loose control of yourself when
you're sitting on her face and you're having an orgasm? In that
position it's got nowhere else to go except her mouth. Why not just
pretend that you've lost control and peed yourself, then see how she
copes. If she really hates it, well then maybe it isn't going to work
out, on the other hand if she doesn't mind... then maybe you can start
training her to be a regular little toilet." Donna eyes shone as she
reached over and kissed her friend, smiling into her eyes she agreed
to try it.



The next few days were hectic at work preparing for the Grand Prix
that Saturday, Donna wasn't getting back home until Saturday night.
Fortunately Amanda's parents Jean and David Dawson were really good
about looking after Brittany, both were some years older than she was,
I guess probably in their early fifties, Amanda being adopted. They
assured her they'd love to look after Brittany, she was a delightful
child and besides it would be good company for their Amanda. As soon
as the race ended Donna was on her way back home driving through the
rain for a few days leave and time to spend with her beautiful
daughter. She called at Jean Stone's place around ten that evening and
Jean answered the door. Jean was a pleasant faced attractive woman
with shoulder length curly blonde hair and sparkly green eyes that
managed to keep her full figure in good shape. Donna was glad to see
you could still look good in your fifties if you were lucky, and maybe
worked out a little and resolved to do the same herself when she had
to.

"Hi Donna, come in out of the weather." She smiled. "I'll bet you're
about worn out, you look it. Would you like a drink?" Donna must have
looked tired, she certainly felt it and she was more than glad to
accept a large gin and tonic when she put it into her hand. She
thanked her as she called for the children to come down stairs. It
took some time for them to answer, but they finally did. Both were
heavily engrossed in one of Amanda's board games, which they were
playing on her bedroom floor. "Brittany, it's your Mum, she's here!"
She called. Donna's heart leapt as she heard her call "Mummy" and rush
down the stairs like a tornado to jump into her arms. Donna lifted her
up off the floor and nearly forgot herself by kissing her like a lover
instead of a Mother; instead she gave her a large hug and told her how
much she'd missed her. She put her down on the floor and she wrapped
her arms around her Mother's legs and clung onto her as she thanked
Jean for looking after her.

"Don't worry Donna, it's been a pleasure to have her here, especially
with David working during the evenings so much it's nice to have a
houseful of children to keep me occupied." She said stroking Amanda's
hair. Both Mother and daughter smiled at each other and Donna could
see the love in their eyes as it shone brightly for each other.

She took her own daughter by the hand and led her to the door. "If you
ever need the same just get in touch and I'll be more than happy to
look after Amanda, just let me know Jean."

"Thanks love, I will." she nodded.

The car resounded with excited chatter as Brittany recounted all the
things she and Amanda had done during her three-day stay. She told of
the den they'd built at the bottom of the garden and how they'd used
it as a hideaway for all their adventures, even for picnics with Mrs
Dawson bringing down buns and coke. It had all been such fun she said.
Donna smiled inwardly as she listened to her daughters excited
prattle, part of her was glad she'd had such a good time while she was
away, and she was grateful to the Dawson's for that and yet deep down
she was a little upset that Brittany hadn't spoken of how much she'd
missed her yet.

"Mummy, it's been fun but I hope you don't keep going away, please
don't." Brittany's looked up at her Mother, her face suddenly as sad
as her quietly stated entreaty. "I've been thinking of you all the
time." She continued. Donna glanced down from the road for a second
the wipers waltzing across the screen as they swept aside the
pattering rain, and her emotions flooded as she saw the pleading
little eyes of the girl she loved twinkling in the dark of the car.

"I'll try so hard not to darling. Sometimes Mummy has to go away so
she can earn us pennies. We need money to keep our house and give us
somewhere to live. I'm sorry love but sometimes I'm going to have to
go away, even if I don't want to, I'd much rather be at home with my
special little girl. Honey..." she continued driving with one hand as
the other took her daughters hand in hers and gave it a squeeze, "I've
missed you too." She let her breath out in a sudden rush as she
thought of how much she'd yearned for her daughter's childish loving
and she glanced down again at her daughter beautiful lips before
fixing her attention back to the glistening road and the drive home.

The last few days had taken their toll on Donna, it had been a tough
work schedule with long hours of preparation sometimes from dawn to
dusk and she needed her sleep. Unfortunately this meant Brittany being
relegated to her own room for the night and a somewhat disappointing
night for Brittany who had been relishing the thought of spending the
night her Mother. As the dispirited girl made her way to her room
Donna followed her up the stairs and upon reaching the top turned her
around and kissed her softly on the lips, promising it was only for
tonight, and tomorrow would be very different. "Just give me chance to
catch up on some sleep and I promise you we'll do everything and more
in my bed tomorrow." Brittany's skin tingled as she tried to imagine
what that could mean, so that she shook herself before reaching up to
wrap her arms around her Mothers legs and hug her face into her
nightgown. "I can't wait for then, but I'll have to. Goodnight Mummy."

"Goodnight darling."

The next day Donna devoted herself to Brittany's pleasure by taking
her to the zoo, something she'd wanted to do for some time but hadn't
got round to.  The young girl was totally awestruck by the animals and
had the best afternoon of her life as she laughed and squealed at the
antics of the chimpanzees, which were clearly her favourites. She
liked all of the animals, even the placid snakes in the reptile house
which made her mother shudder. Donna took her for a pizza on the way
home and watched as she devoured every morsel with relish; Donna only
had an orange juice, explaining to Brittany how she had to watch her
figure.

"What's your figure mean?" She asked in a puzzled voice.

"It means the way my body looks, I eat carefully because I don't want
to put on weight and get fat. Like that lady over there." Her eyes
pointed to a huge female sat with two other women, all of them large
and all scoffing double fries and whoppers. Luckily the atmosphere
buzzed with chatter in the full restaurant and nothing they said could
be overheard from their small table in the corner of the room.
Brittany looked round and giggled as she crammed another mouthful in
and began to munch it.

 "She looks like that big hippo we saw in the zoo." Both of them
laughed at that, then Donna leaned forward to bring her face close to
her daughters, and flicked her ear playfully as she laughed.

"I hope you don't think Mummy looks like a hippo in the zoo."

"You don't look like a hippo, more like a nice cat. You're lovely and
not at all fat."

"Like a cat, hmm. Well that's good because I have nice hungry pussy
waiting for you when we get home. Gurrrrrrrr." She growled as Brittany
burst out laughing so much she got the hiccups. Donna smiled and
waited for the attack to subside and then continued talking in simple
terms for the small child. "Sometimes I'm very busy at work dear. I
was very tired when I finished being on television, which is why I
needed to sleep so much when I got home, and you had to sleep in your
own bed. Now though...." She said the last couple of words in a
quieter voice making sure despite the hubbub that they were for
Brittany's ears alone. "I'm feeling exceptionally randy, and once we
get home...." Her finger traced the contours of the girl's small
mouth; it's tip caressing the sensitive lips.

"My mouth?" She guessed knowing any activities would involve around
it's active use, her intuition acute for her age.

"Uh huh." She nodded and then growled like a tiger once again and
Brittany smiled back at her Mother's tinkling laughter.

"An early bedtime?" She asked. Donna looked at her watch, it pointed
to five minutes past five.

"Right again." She assured the girl. "In half an hour to be precise."
She rose from the table clutching the car keys.


The drive home was fast, there's no other way of describing it. The
speed grew apace with the woman's ardour, the suppressed sexual
tension of the last few days breaking over the dam of her restraint as
her foot squeezed the accelerator. Ideas began forming in her head of
the kind of things she wanted to do with her young lover, one in
particular taking root. Perhaps it would be a catalyst for a whole
range of 'special' lovemaking. It was after all Brittany's own
suggestion. A secret yearning of her own perhaps? Yes of course it
was. She'd wanted to find a willing partner who'd be servile and
willing enough to submit herself to this manner of sex for such a long
time now, someone able enough to quench her need for the more unusual
kind of 'perversions' she secretly dreamt of.

"Brittany, you know when you told me about wanting to be bossed around
in the bedroom."

"Yes Mummy." Her shy reply.

"Do you still want that?" Brittany sighed quietly and tentatively
caressed her Mother's arm.

"Oh yes. Yes please." She glanced up at the woman's face and noticed
her lips pursed in thought. Donna glanced down at her for a second her
eyes meeting the girl's for the less than a heartbeat but long enough
for a silent understanding to pass between them both.

"Good." She nodded. "I'd like you to call me Mistress when we're in
the bedroom. We'll have a practice run of Mistress and slave girl" The
whispered assent was barely audible above the noise of the engine as
she pushed the accelerator down to the floor. Brittany felt her heart
racing at the new twist and the change in her Mother's tone. She could
hardly wait to find out what it all meant.

 Two minutes later they were home, the key turned in the lock as the
door slammed shut on the outside world leaving the two of them alone
once more. No words were spoken as the woman unbuttoned her coat and
threw it over the banister rail then bent down to do the same for the
child. She held her hand out expectantly for her daughter, who after a
second slid her smaller one forward to feel it's determined grip, as
hand in hand they climbed the stairs to the large bedroom. Once inside
she flicked on the main switch, throwing the large room into bright
light instead of the usual romantic glow, then she began to undress.

"I want you to see everything." She stated simply. Brittany nodded
nervously, excited now to the point of shaking. "Take them off then,"
she instructed. "Your clothes dear". She sighed impatiently "Your
clothes. Get naked. Quick!"

"Yes." She replied as she rushed to obey.

"Yes what." Donna frowned her voice rising in the quiet room."

"Yes Mistress." She remembered. Seconds later after a flurry of
frantic activity she stood naked on the plush carpet amid a heap of
discarded clothes. Now Donna resumed undressing, taking her time to
divest her of her garments. Each button on her white blouse was
unsnapped and pulled away with the slowest deliberation. A small smile
played on her lips as she threw the top to the floor and reached down
to unfasten the zipper of her pencil shaped skirt, the sound instantly
recognisable in the silent room. It fell in a heap down her shapely
legs to reveal silky dark stockings resting beneath a thrilly black
suspender belt. She sent the skirt flying across the room with what
seemed like an almost lazy kick of her leg, and then reached behind
her back to unsnap her bra, allowing her heavy breasts to spill out
and bounce lewdly together. Donna tossed her long hair back over her
shoulders, causing the long dark tresses to tumble down past her
shoulder blades as she purred in anticipation of her young lovers
agile mouth.

The harsh light picked out the hard nipples with a clarity Brittany
had never seen before, so that even the veins stood out clearly inside
the white flesh of her breasts. Her knickers came off with a swish but
instead of throwing them away she kept hold of them and held the
soiled crotch in her hand.

"Lick them. Taste your beautiful Mistress." She ordered in a quiet,
sultry voice.  Brittany didn't keep her Mother/Mistress waiting as she
grabbed the panties and pressed them against her mouth, running her
tongue into the yellow vee and cramming it into her mouth. Donna
watched her for a while and then slid a hand between her thighs to
stroke her pussy lips through the forest of hair. She walked over to
the wardrobe and pulled out two fat pillows of the shelf and placed
them on the floor by the side of the double bed. "Sniff them, smell my
cunt nectar, it's what you're going to be drinking in a minute."
Brittany put the sheer material to her nose and inhaled the pungent
fragrance of the smelly knickers with her eyes closed in ecstasy.
Donna found the act of devotion quite beautiful, but was eager to get
the pretty child's face elsewhere, it had been a long wait for the
horny woman and she was dying to satisfy the weeklong famine. "Kneel
on the cushions Brittany and face me." She instructed gently. Quick to
obey her Mother and enjoying this new game she hurried to obey and
soon knelt comfortably on the firm pillows and waited for whatever was
to happen next. She didn't have long to wait as her Mother crossed the
harshly lit room to stand before her, now completely naked but for her
skimpy stockings and suspenders.

"Kiss my pussy Brittany." She ordered, interlocking her fingers on the
back of her head and pulling her closer. "Kiss it you darling girl!"
Brittany lips pressed against the hairy dank cunt and she began to
lick and kiss it instinctively, her tongue flicked against the clit
teasing the tender flesh. Donna loved the feeling of power she wielded
over the young girl. As a Mother in the normal sense of the word, she
had always had it, but not like this, it was so nasty! Gently, she
took her by the ears and began guiding her with up and down motions of
her head, wiping her face against the bushy pussy. She trembled as her
nose, lips and chin grazed the gaping flaps of her hole. When she held
her to her clit she concentrated on that area, sighing as desire
rocked her. "Mmmm, yes yes." She hissed humping against her. "Your
tongue! Use your tongue on my clit. Can you feel it? Feel the hard
little bump. Oh yes!" She screamed. "Lick it! Kiss it! Suck it!" Donna
became oblivious to the awkward position she had forced Brittany into.
All that mattered to her now was her own satisfaction. Her side stance
became even more lewd as she bent her knees and practically mounted
Brittany's upturned face as she sagged in her kneeling position on the
pile of pillows by the side of the bed. The girl let out a series of
gasps and groans, which the smothering press of her mostly muffled as
Donna selfishly jockeyed for an even better position.

When the ecstasy overwhelmed her, Donna climbed up even higher and
draped a leg over the youngsters shoulder. At the same time she
lowered her pussy down hard on her face, causing her to tumble back on
the bed. She rode down on her, gasping for joy as her cunt completely
smothered her. Her thighs were practically pressing against the
mattress, as she bore her cunt down on her face.
 
"Do it! Shove your tongue up inside my pussy!" Her daughter had little
choice in the matter, but it was patently clear that she wasn't
finding the experience distressing as her tongue penetrated her cunt
and licked up the syrupy honey inside. Vibrations rattled Donna's very
core as she shrieked in joyous rapture. Erotic flames danced in her
cuntal depths, filling her with sweet delight. Soon, she began
rotating her hips, pressing down harder onto Brittany's mouth and
face.
Again her nose nudged her clit, and the horny woman squealed in
delight as a sudden intense orgasm ripped through her. She bolted
upright, stiffening as wild sensation shot through her cunt, her
juices wetting Brittany's face, filling her mouth and going up her
nostrils.

"Drink it!" She yelled, her voice coming in a breathless gasp. "Suck
it all up! Yes! Yes! Oh yes damn you yessss!" Her cunt clenched her
tongue as her climax heightened. The she heard her lips smack as she
drank up the tartly flavoured burst of nectar. She munched on her
pussy, feasting on the soggy gash and then wriggled her tongue,
licking out the creamy tunnel while nipping at the dangling pussy
lips. She shivered as another orgasm happened and Brittany continued
to eat her. Meanwhile the young girl reached behind Donna and clutched
the smooth and supple cheeks of her trembling buttocks and gripped her
Mother tightly, as if to steady the trembling pussy. She continued to
devour her cunt, sucking the very essence of her pussy down her
throat. Donna's cunt overflowed, she grabbed her young lover's hair
and pulled her even tighter to her quaking cunt. Her gasping words
were no longer understandable, but Brittany seemed to have no trouble
getting her message. Suddenly her mouth was awash with hot liquid. It
was a taste she'd never known before, bitter and salty and it took her
by surprise. She had no other choice but to swallow, even then the
flow was so fast some of it went down the wrong way, then up her nose
making her choke and splutter. Donna pulled away quickly at the sounds
of the girl's distress, still pissing wildly for a second, urine
splashing and hissing off the girl's face until she was able to clench
her bladder and cease the flow.

"Sorry darling Oh sorry lover." She cried. All signs of the mistress
disappearing as she switched her role to concerned Mother. "Are you
alright Brittany?" She cried, gasping still from her devastating
orgasm.

"Yes I'm fine." She coughed, sitting upright as she spluttered and
cleared her lungs.  Donna sprinted to the bathroom her breasts
swinging crazily in time to her wobbling buttocks. All grace and poise
seemed to have evaporated as she brought back a wet flannel and a
towel to wash and dab the child's swimming face. "I'm alright Mum it's
better now." She believed her because Brittany smiled as she spoke but
felt guilty about the charade of pretending it was an accident knowing
it was all planned before hand to test the girl's reaction.

"There," she cooed as she dabbed her face dry with the towel "You're
all dried off now. I'm sorry dear I just lost control." She lied,
apparently not guilty enough to tell the truth yet. "It must have been
monstrous for you my poor little love. It must have been terrible for
you having to drink Mummy's wee wee like that, all that nasty taste in
your mouth as well." Brittany shook her head as Donna wiped away the
pee from her face. She decided the whole thing had been pretty cool
all in all, and the new taste pretty nasty but terribly exiting.

"It didn't taste that bad really."

"Oh really dear." She exclaimed raising an eyebrow.

"Not really. It tasted.... Ummm." She dropped her eyes shyly, not
wishing to look her Mother in the eyes. Donna's heart began to quicken
slightly.

"Please darling. Please tell me." She looked into her face
appealingly.

 "You'll think it's dirty though."

"No I won't Brittany. If anyone's dirty it's me for doing it, not you.
I'm the one who couldn't stop myself from filling you with wee wee." 
She soothed, still using the familiar childish term instead of the
adult.

"Well".  Brittany continued, encouraged by her reassurance. "I didn't
like it when it went down the wrong way and made me cough and that,
but..." Her voice trailed off as she looked up into her Mother's face
seeking further reassurance, which came with a vigorous nodding of the
head and raised eyebrows, in an unspoken. 'Yes go on, it's alright,
I'm listening' kind of way. "I liked it." She confessed very quietly.
"It was nice and it made me feel all funny and..." She blushed
furiously and her face suddenly hot as she looked away from her
Mother's earnest eyes. There was a subdued silence for the next few
moments as Donna gently stroked her daughter's brow, thinking of what
to say next and how to continue with the crucial moment. She bent down
to kiss her forehead for a moment, her lips brushing against her in a
soft caress. Then choosing her next words carefully she continued, but
not before being forced to clear her tight throat first.

"Do you know what?" She continued, putting a warm smile into her
voice. "I kind of liked it as well, and if we both liked it...Well why
don't we do it again, only I'll be a lot more careful this time."

"Can we?" Brittany chirped eagerly.

"Yes. As a matter of fact I didn't finish going just then. I had to
stop myself. There's still quite a lot more inside me. Would you like
me to do the rest in your mouth?"

"Oh yes please."

"And will you drink it?"

"Yes." She replied with a nod. Donna exhaled in relief, suddenly
feeling light headed with excitement as she said in as normal a voice
as possible.

"Good. Lift your head up a second....that's it good. Just let me slide
this towel underneath your head so we don't get the bed wet." Once
Donna was satisfied with the arrangements and Brittany was laying flat
on her back with the towels beneath her head, she climbed onto the bed
and knee walked up Brittany's body with swaying breasts, until her
cunt was poised just above her mouth. She opened her lips up with her
fingers and Brittany eyes were glued to the obscene sight of her
Mother's wide-open sex. There were a few moment of silence in the
charged atmosphere of the large bedroom, and then Donna gave a quiet
sigh and relaxed her bladder slightly to allow a thin trickle of pee
to stream out of her urethra. The warm liquid splashed over Brittany's
tongue, washing over her teeth and gums as it began to fill her mouth.
 She found the taste exciting rather than pleasant and murmured with
pleasure as her mouth began to brim with the yellow liquid.

"Hold it there sweetie." Her Mother instructed. "Taste it first. Good,
now slowly begin to swallow." Brittany gulped and a swish of the warm
nectar coursed down her throat and into her stomach. It felt good so
she gulped again, with a loud glug, making Donna close her eyes in
ecstasy at the filthy sound. She imagined her piss filling her little
girl's stomach; it was so nasty just the thought of participating in
such a perverted act with her young daughter was bliss to her soul. A
moan of ecstasy passed her lips when she saw Brittany had drank it all
up. "Drink it straight away now." She urged, as with a sigh, she began
again, a slow steady force, which had Brittany swallowing
continuously. A stray lock of hair hung over one of Brittany's eyes,
which Donna patted back into place beyond her hairline. Her fingers
ran through her hair, caressing the long blonde locks as she murmured
loving sweet nothings, her soft words mingling with the gentle hiss of
her flowing nectar and the little girl's swallowing.

"Beautiful." She murmured.

 It was, and so was the rest of the night.





The honeymoon continued, and was getting kinkier by the day. Brittany
developed a taste for piss, something Donna was eager to nurture, and
she indulged her daughter at every instance. The toilet was out of
bounds for Donna for the rest of the weekend for everything - or
nearly everything - and each time she felt her bladder filling up and
the need of release imminent, she crooked her finger at Brittany who
dropped to her knee's with an open mouth. They managed to christen
every room of the house with their bizarre games, with Brittany
drinking her Mother's precious piss at every opportunity. The golden
showers continued over the next few weeks as Brittany tried to drink
her Mother dry. One afternoon for instance, Donna went the to rest
room at work and took out a drinks flask from her handbag. She
unscrewed the plastic lid and held the neck between her legs and
filled it to the brim with her piss. She ran her dangling labia around
the rim, shook off the last few drops and then replaced the now
considerably heavier container into her bag. When she arrived home
Brittany was watching cartoons on the TV. She smiled as her Mother
bent to plant a kiss on her lips and whisper "I've got a surprise for
you", before going into the kitchen. She took the flask out of her
bag, unscrewed the lid and poured the still warm liquid into a tall
glass and added a straw. By now she was feeling quite giddy as she
took the golden piss into the living room and placed the warm glass in
her hands. "Just a minute don't start yet" she shot, as she fell back
into a chair opposite her. The girl glanced from the full glass with
it's obscene contents back to her Mother as she lay back strumming her
clit with her finger. "Drink it for Mummy". She intoned in the syrupy
voice parents use to talk to very young children. The girls eyes left
the telly and looked back at the glass, her nose twitching as she
inhaled the strong aroma. Putting the straw to her lips, she began to
suck up her Mother's piss, stopping only to burp half way through the
glass as her stomach rebelled against the pungent mixture. She rested
a while, her ears picking up the sound of squelching. Her eyes took in
the sight of Donna, her long dark hair hanging in a silky swathe over
her shoulder, and her legs thrown back over the chair arms rubbing her
sopping vagina through her now transparent panties. Then she took a
deep breath and placed the plastic coloured straw back in her mouth
and continued drinking. It was a huge amount to swallow, but
eventually after another two minutes the glugging ceased, then the
large glass was empty. She put it down on the table with a loud gasp
and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. At that point Donna got
up off the chair, hiked up her skirt and pulled her knickers down off
her legs. In two strides she walked over to the seated girl and cocked
a leg onto the cushion next to her. With a loud groan she brought her
hands behind the child's head and tugged it forward against her cunt.
Just watching her drink from the straw had brought her to the brink,
all it took to bring her off were a few forceful fuck thrusts against
Brittany's lips. She came almost immediately, not even giving Brittany
time to get her tongue into action before spurting a torrent of cunt
soup down her throat, to join the rest of her bodily fluids in her 
churning stomach.

Three hours later after eating supper and watching some television
they went upstairs to bed. The house soon resounded to the sounds of
passion, save for the occasional break in between as they recovered
between Donna's orgasms. During one of these breaks Donna told her
daughter she wanted to shit in her mouth.

"What?" Brittany gasped.

Donna lay on her back resting, her breasts rising and falling with her
deep breathing. Brittany had already been performing cunnilingus for
the last hour or so, and she'd experienced three beautiful orgasms.
The last one had been particularly satisfying, and had involved
Brittany lying flat out on the large bed with her head hanging over
the foot of the mattress. Donna had stepped carefully over her
daughter, facing away from the bed, giving Brittany a panoramic view
of her Mother's naked body. Her hairy mound was dewy with cum juices
as beads of cum hung from the ends of the hairs, while further up her
breasts swung like pendulums as she placed herself in position above. 
Brittany felt the woman's hands as they supported the back of her
head, a firm but gentle cradle, and then her vision was obscured as
she felt Donna's soft thighs brush her cheeks as she crouched down
onto her, burying her face in a carpet of hair and wet flesh. It
hadn't been gentle for Brittany as she licked her Mothers thrusting
vagina, feeling it bare down onto her and squeezing her cheeks flat
with its force. Now they both lay down hand in hand resting from their
exertions. The woman's secretions drying on her face made the soft
flesh feel slightly chapped as her mind wandering yet again at the
energy of her adult lover. She seemed to burn like a fireball of
energy once the bedroom door was closed behind them. She closed her
eyes as she pondered the thought of what it would take to make her
Mother tired if ever such a thing was possible, when she heard her
voice seeping through her musings. Something about trying something
new, her Mother was saying she wanted to try something new.

"It's something I've been thinking of for sometime and I've never
found the right moment to ask." Brittany opened her eyes again and
looked up into the face of her lover, a sensual face, extremely
sexual, and now looking earnestly down into hers.

"Anything Mummy. You're brilliant, I mean it... I really do. I love
you, I love you." She smiled up at her. The woman's calm gaze fixed on
her a moment longer before she closed her eyes, and once again opened
them. Their gaze seemed to bore into her soul. She let out a warm deep
breath and then spoke.

"I want to shit in your mouth." The words hung in the air and at first
she thought she must have been hearing things, she couldn't believe
her ears.

"What?" She gaped.


"It needn't be right away, I don't mean we have to do it tonight, but
I would like to try it."

"Why?" Came the started reply.

Donna stopped. That was a good question.  Why? Why did she want to
perform such an act, and with her own daughter? The very meaning of
the words she'd just uttered meant undertaking an act so disgusting to
decent society it would shock a normal person to the core. But so
what? What is normal? 'Everything's subjective` she thought. 'Because
most of society finds it abhorrent, does it mean that I automatically
have to as well? No it doesn't, it just means I'm different and what's
so wrong with that?' To Donna there wasn't, as a matter of fact it was
something to be glad of, she was proud of her individuality. The very
thought of doing such a thing with her young daughter was intensely
exciting to her, and none of society's conventions were going to
diminish the pleasure of performing such a sordid task with her
darling girl. Donna had always had a fascination with shit. Ever since
being a teenager she had wanted to watch it coiling and making it's
way out of her body. She remembered once while she was still young
enough to be living with her parents, she'd placed a newspaper on the
floor in front of a mirror. She'd locked her bedroom door, then taken
her clothes off and crouched down over the paper, expelling turd after
turd onto the rustling newssheet, while she watched with fascinated
excitement at the reflection in the mirror. From there her fantasies
had grown; until she began to imagine someone kneeling behind her
eating from her ass. Never the other way round though, it was the
thought of someone actually eating something so gross, something from
within her body that she found so utterly compelling. Over the years
she had sought to bring her strange 'need` to life with a handful of
her more adventurous lovers but without any success.  The only person
she had found empathy with had been Sue; both women were similar in
many ways. Sue had the same fantasies and desires as Donna, but like
her she wasn't particularly interested in being a 'taker`. Each of the
women dreamt wistfully of finding a person who could satisfy their
shared perversion. The chosen person would have to be willing to
perform an act of homage so bizarre, and yet so extremely intimate,
that Donna and Sue could think of no show of devotion so complete.
They would have to be willing and prepared to eat their shit, it was
as simple as that. Donna knew she had to focus her will on bringing
her daughter over to her way of thinking. She wanted Brittany to be a
willing partner in this extraordinary need of hers. She continued to
lock her gaze with Brittany's, as she continued in a low but steady
voice, the task of winning her over.

"When two people are very close, like you and I are, it's very
important that they hide nothing from each other. We're closer than
most people. We're not just a normal Mother and daughters are we
honey? We're also lovers." Donna paused for a second to let her words
sink in. "Do you agree with that Brittany?" Brittany nodded in
agreement, smiling shyly up as she did.

"Good. For many years now I've been having thoughts about finding a
special person who would be able to help me with my secret need. No
one has been able to do that and it's left me frustrated." She stopped
for a moment and took a deep breath before letting it out in a deep
sigh. She gazed dramatically upwards for a moment and then resumed.
"Oh yes Brittany, I've had many lovers in my life, I'm a very
liberated woman and I know I'm quite an attractive one too. But in all
those years I've found no one willing, or able to satisfy me in the
way I have asked you to do. I'm asking you now Brittany are you
willing to do as I've asked?"

 Brittany looked at her hands; her fists were clenched with tension
causing her to bite her lip before she spoke. "Now." She whispered
almost inaudibly. Donna shook her head causing a long swathe of hair
to fall over her face, which she brushed back before answering.

"No. Soon though, I'll ease you into it gently." She reached out and
took the child's clenched hand and opened it. She bent down and
planted a soft kiss into its palm, and then smiled lovingly at her.
"Do I take that as a yes?" Brittany's face was flushed, a picture of
bashful uncertainty, but she managed a brief nod all the same. Donna
was elated at the response. Muted though it was it added up to a yes
and that was all she needed to know. With a sudden surge of generosity
she promised Brittany all the things she'd ever wanted in the hope it
would make her more eager to offer her favours. "I'll make it good for
you I promise. Now..." she exclaimed. "I'm going to show you how much
I love you. Tomorrow morning you can take the day off school and I'll
take you shopping. You can have all the toys you like. Mummy's going
to see to it you get everything you ever wanted. How's that?"

"Thank you Mummy." She said softly.

Donna sat up on the bed, standing up she pulled Brittany to her feet
until she stood next to her. "Come to the bathroom with me darling. I
want you to see what my shit looks like as it comes out of my bottom.
I'd like you know what you're going to be eating when you're ready.
When I've finished I want you to come back to bed with me and lick the
crease between my cheeks." Reaching out, she took Brittany's hand and
led her to the bathroom.

The bathroom was large and sumptuous. The walls were clad with tiles
displaying a colourful seabed collage while the floors were covered in
ivory coloured ceramic. The only part of the wall not displaying the
ocean scene, was the large linen cupboard doors, which were mirrored
to give a floor to ceiling reflection. It was to this mirror that
Donna chose to stand in front of, telling Brittany to kneel down on
the floor behind her. When she was satisfied with her position, she
bent forward to give Brittany a close up view of her pale buttocks.

"Now Brittany I want you to watch my bottom do its work and see how
you feel about it. Ok?"

"Suppose so."

Donna bit her lip. Brittany didn't sound too eager, so she tried
again.

"I know how much you like my sexy bottom. You said it was sexy
yourself didn't you? Well just think of it as though it's feeding you.
You should like that shouldn't you? Hmmm?"

"Do you want me to eat it now? You said you were going to do it
later." She frowned up at Donna.

"No I don't mean now. Just watch love. Watch it come out of me and
fall on the floor, then pick it up in your hands and put it down the
bowl. That way you'll get a feel of it, as well as a taste when we get
on the bed and you lick me." Brittany was nervous, but even though she
wasn't showing it, she was excited at the same time. This new twist
had come as a complete surprise to her and she wandered how she was
going to cope. But by now, she was infatuated by her sexy Mother, she
was getting to know every inch of her body, how it felt, what it
tasted like and just recently what came out of it. She adored being
her Mother's pee girl; the taste thrilled her, as did the warm salty
jet as it coursed down into her stomach. Donna's obvious excitement at
the act acted as a channel for her own stimulus, until she desired it
as much as her Mother. Now she wandered if this new sex game would be
as much fun, and bring her even closer to the woman she adored.

As for Donna, she was apprehensive for other reasons.  Would Brittany
find the act repulsive? The very sight of a woman standing in front of
her as she expelled her waste, her shit onto the floor? How would she
deal with it?  Depending on how her daughter reacted to the experience
rested the whole future of their sex life and the unanswered question
of weither Donna would find a willing partner for her copraphillic
fantasies. She wanted a toilet slave, the fact that she was hoping to
groom her own daughter for the post only added to her ardour.  She
squatted down slightly, and then relaxed her bowels. Her nerves were
making it difficult to eject the faeces. She had to really force the
first turd out of herself, her brown rosebud pulsing, with its
puckered grey entrance opening and closing as though it was gasping
for life. Eventually she felt it move, and with a grunt it slid down
her shit tube and out of her anus.  Brittany's eyes were almost on
stilts as she watched it coil out and drop to the floor, with a cross
between a plop and a thud. The room was filled with the stench of the
reeking turd. Brittany wanted to hold her nose and say 'pooh! `. Then
the bathroom resounded to the ringing tones of a loud burst of ass gas
as Donna expelled another and then another and yet again another large
smelly sausage of shit, until they lay on top of each other in a brown
sweating pile. With a final grunt Donna straightened up and turned
round to look at her mess. Her eyes fixed on the brown mound in the
centre of the tiled floor and then moved onto Brittany's face, before
finally resting on her small mouth, the connection between the two
very obvious.  Her hand dropped down past her belly as with slow
deliberation she parted the lips of her sex, then teased the nub of
her clit, flicking it with her finger tip, and causing it to stick out
like a small penis. She did this on purpose; she wanted Brittany to
see the ecstasy she felt at giving the disgusting display. Now she
asked her to pick it up and feel it with her hands.  When she was
satisfied that she'd held it long enough and not been too disgusted at
the feel of it, she allowed herself a sigh of relief, then told her to
drop it into the pan.

 "I'd like you to lick your hands clean now."

 Brittany opened them up, they were streaked with brown stains and
smelt horribly, but with a sudden surge of courage she stuck her
tongue out and lapped it across her greasy palm. The taste was awful,
but perversely the very thought of the filthy act she was perpetrating
gave her a strange thrill and she forced herself to carry on licking
until both hands were clean. For her part Donna could hardly give
credence to the sight of her daughter dutifully licking her shitty
hands clean. It caused her to give a loud groan and clutch her sex
with the rest of her hand. It was a fantastic start, and hopefully a
sign that things would get even better. Her face lit up as she held
out her hand for Brittany. "Wonderful darling! Now come with me." With
that she led her back into the bedroom and let go of her hand.  She
climbed onto the bed, and then knelt down on all fours with her
buttocks pointing proudly upwards.  "If you do half as good licking me
between these" she said spreading the cheeks to show her shit-smeared
asshole "I'll be so happy." Brittany went over and climbed onto the
mattress to kneel behind her Mother. She looked at the graphic scene
of Donna's arse-hole caked in brown shit and trembled as she steeled
herself to press her face into the dark runny crack. She held her
breath and dived in with her mouth, and licked along the length with a
long sweep of her tongue. The taste was vile; 'Uggh` she gasped and
made to pull out but then stopped herself. This was her Mother, the
woman she loved and adored, the thought of doing such an intimate act
and knowing how much her older lover had almost begged her to do it
filled her with an inner strength, enough to make her continue. With a
huge effort she gulped down the brown shit sauce from her tongue and
stuck it out again and pushed further into the tunnel for another
tongue smearing. Again she did the same and gulped down the filthy
sauce and went back for more. Donna whimpered like a bitch in heat as
she felt the youngsters tongue penetrate her anus and lick out its
waste. She couldn't believe how lucky she was, Brittany was going for
it, doing what she had yearned for all these years. Oh how she loved
her, how she adored her beautiful baby for making her so happy.
Bringing a hand down to her cunt she began frigging herself. At the
same time she began pushing her ass into Brittany's face, smearing the
brown slime around her lips, cheeks and forehead until she was truly
browned. Although aware of the gross nature of the act she was
performing, Brittany began to experience an intense feeling of
pleasure as she listened to her Mother's moans of ecstasy. The fact
that what she was doing such a forbidden with her Mother sent thrills
through her small body, until suddenly the vile taste wasn't so bad
after all and she began to enjoy the experience.

The minutes ticked by as the bedroom resounded to the sound of wet
slurping. Brittany licked the asshole spotless as Donna moaned and
groaned and brought her self off with her flicking fingers.  Suddenly
Donna bucked backwards and brought her other hand to the back of her
daughter's head to jam her face even tighter between the sweating
cheeks and then screamed. The shriek ripped through the large house
like a blast from a furnace such was its volume and intensity.
Brittany held her breath; her nose was pressed so deeply inside the
rectum that she had no chance of drawing any breath. She just waited
to be released and allowed to breath again. Then the scream ended and
ebbed out into a series of guttural groans as Donna fell forward onto
the mattress sobbing. Donna had never experience anything like the
orgasm she'd just had, and lay still except for the rising and falling
of her breasts. The quiet was broken as she turned over onto her back
and blew out, sending a swirl of dark hair dancing in the draft. Phew.
"God that was intense." She chuckled.


The next few days brought them both closer to Donna's ultimate goal
and when five days later, Brittany picked up one of her freshly
expelled turds and licking the tip with her tongue moaned "Umm...
yummy" and proceeded to lick the round the brown nugget as though it
was an ice cream Donna decided she was ready. Taking the piece of shit
in her own hand, she ran the slimy end around her daughter's lips as
though applying lips stick. Satisfied with her work she gave a final
brush on each of her cheeks, then stood back again and chucked
throatily.

"Now you're really a brownie."

Brittany looked in the mirror and laughed at her bizarre reflection.

"Do you think you're ready to go the whole way then?"

Brittany looked back at her Mothers arched brow and nodded.

"Yes Mummy, I'd love to."
 Donna tapped Brittany's nose playfully, delighted with the way events
were unfolding.

"Excellent."  



The next evening Donna sent Brittany up to her bedroom to play with
one of the computer games she'd just bought her on their recent
shopping trip, and began to prepare the evening meal. Brittany was
crestfallen when she learnt she wasn't invited to join her Mother at
the table. The rich aroma of cooking wafted up the stairs, then she
heard the sounds of plates and cutlery being set and the unmistakable
sound of the meal dished up. She ran down the stairs shouting.

"Mum, Muuuum is dinner reeeady!"

When she reached the dining room her Mother had already started the
meal of chicken stir-fry, and when she looked at her place she saw it
was empty. Donna finished her mouthful and looked sadly at her
daughter.

"I'm really sorry pet, but if you eat now you won't be able to eat
later tonight."

"What do..."? Then she remembered. Her hand shot up and covered her
mouth and her eyes went big as she realised what Donna meant. She let
out a loud exclamation of "Ooooh!" which was muffled somewhat by the
palm of her hand.

Donna couldn't help but smile.


"Don't worry honey pie I'll soon fill that tummy of yours and you'll
not have long to wait, I had a bowl of bran this morning and that
always makes me loose, so I really hope you ARE hungry."

Suddenly Brittany was beside her self with excitement, the thought of
eating from her Mother made her cry out in glee.

"Are you going to do it now Mummy. Please, Pleeeeeese!"

"In about half an hour dear. Just give me time to finish up here and
I'll go upstairs and change. I've bought something special to wear to
compliment the occasion." She said in a cryptic voice.

"Oh good."

"Oh one more thing dear."

"Yes?"

"Address me as Mistress once we're upstairs. I need a slave for this
okay dear?" Brittany would get what she wanted at last. She wanted a
Mistress, well that was fine, Donna intoned to play her part to the
full.

She finished the meal in a daze of excitement and left the dirty pots
in the sink. She couldn't even think about doing the washing up just
now, she would do it tomorrow. By then she'd have lived out her
fantasy and any amount of washing up wouldn't bother her. She flounced
up the stairs to her bedroom with feet as light as air, and then
headed for the dressing table. There she sat down and applied a pale
foundation to her cheeks and rubbed it into her skin until they took
on a pale sheen. Next came the eyeliner, which she applied generously
until it contrasted starkly with the white of her skin. It was so dark
it resembled the Kohl paint of ancient Egypt.  She tinted her lips a
shiny red and painted her nails the same racy colour.  Then she pursed
her lips together, pulling her face into seductive expressions as she
tested the effect.

Finally pleased with her reflection, she undressed quickly, throwing
her clothes into a heap by the door and replacing them with the one's
she'd bought during the afternoon, in honour of the special occasion.
Finally she slipped on a new pair of shiny black stilettos and
strolled over to the mirror, where with hands on hips she struck a
provocative pose. The effect was startling.  Black lustrous hair hung
down past her pale shoulders like a flowing river, while her ears were
studded with diamond earrings. A black choker adorned her throat, with
a gold stud attached regally to the front as it shone in the bedroom
light. A slinky black PVC corset adorned her slinky curves. Laced down
the front and strapless, it gave the bulging shape of her full pale
breasts a daunting sexuality. Black suspenders gripped the bottom of
the corset, while they in turn held up a pair of black fishnet
stockings, and above them thrilly black panties. The high stiletto
heels made her look tall and statuesque, while a finishing touch of
black velvet elbow gloves finished the effect of sluttish dominance.
She was admiring the stunning effect and pursing her lips at her
reflection in the tall mirror when suddenly a low rumble erupted from
deep within her bowels. She felt a movement, a big one and clutched
her hands over her midriff, her poise suddenly lost.

"Oh Gawd." She groaned. "I can't wait any longer."

"Brittany." She shouted. "Upstairs and quick."

As soon as the words were out of her mouth she heard a scurrying from
downstairs followed by the sound of tiny running feet flying up the
steps. Brittany burst through the door and stopped with her mouth
open. By now Donna had managed to compose herself again and stood with
her hands on her hips looking down at the astonished little girl. Her
mouth was literally hanging open in bomb-shelled disbelief at the tall
dominatrix who stood before her with an enigmatic smile and an
upraised eyebrow.

"Well slave" she crooned silkily. "Do you like you're Mistresses
appearance."

Brittany moved her lips but he was still to dazed to speak.

"Answer me slave. Don't keep me waiting. What's wrong? Cat got your
tongue? Hmmm... Well!"

" S.sorry." She blurted.

"Sorry what!" Donna demanded.

"Err... S.sorry Mistress."

"Good, that's betters. You know why you're here don't you? You're her
to serve me aren't you?"

 Donna's bowels rumbled angrily as though telling her to get on with
it. She grimaced slightly as the cramp squeezed her innards and didn't
wait for an answer before she continued.

"Are you ready to be Mistress's toilet?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Excellent" She hissed thrilling at the new role. "I've bought you
some special panties to wear. I wish you to put them on now."

The young girl obeyed and pulled the clothes off her skinny body and
began to dress as her Mother had instructed. The panties were covered
in yellow teddy bears, which jumped and danced against a pink
background as though playing games. Donna nodded with satisfaction
when she saw the childish garment on her trim buttocks, and produced a
pair of shiny pink ribbons from a draw. She used these to tie the
girl's blonde hair into two little pigtails, and then stood back to
drink in her handy work. Her young daughter looked every inch the
pretty little toddler, her pale body looked smaller than ever, and if
possible even cuter. She sighed with lust as her eyes roamed over her
sweet innocence, before she locked them with Brittany's and held her
gaze. Then she made a lewd show of running the tip of her tongue round
the line of her lips in a provocative display of sexual intent. The
childish panties and dainty little pink ribbons were an inspiration.
The very essence of sweet childish innocence, she was soon going to be
used to satisfy the woman's obscene needs. The very thought of EXACTLY
what that meant caused her to close her eyes and shiver from head to
toe.

"Walk over here, then kiss my beautiful bottom through my panties and
say thank you to it. Thank you for what I am about to receive."
Brittany made her way over to her Mother but apparently not smartly
enough.

"Quick I can't wait any longer I need to have you eating. Come behind
and kiss me."

He words had an electric effect on Brittany who reacted as though hit
by a bolt of lightening. She quickly stood behind Donna with her head
stooped down kissing the nylon covered cheeks of her buttocks.

"Thank you bottom. Thank you for the dinner you are going to give me."
She lisped.

"Pull them down."

In an act of silent reverence, she pulled the panties down over the
plump domes of her ass and the length of the fishnets. Donna lifted
her heels slightly to allow them to fall off with a discreet swish,
and then turned round and pointed to a black rubber mat which lay on
the floor.

"Lay on your back."

Brittany lowered herself to the cold shiny rubber and lay in the
position she had been ordered.

This was the moment they had both been waiting for. Donna stepped over
the prone body and stood over the girls face. She looked up and gulped
with apprehension as she saw the pale chubby cheeks begin their
descent. Then they stopped; their downward descent arrested, ominously
perhaps, only inches from her mouth.

"Open your mouth for me."

She complied immediately, opening her lips wider than Donna ever
thought possible. 'Nothing wrong there' she thought as she thrilled at
her eagerness.

"Good. Now you are going to be my toilet. My very own personal toilet.
I am going to shit in your mouth and you are going to eat it. Every
morsel. You shall consume me."

With that she released her bowels. Released is the correct word
because the waste product within had been building up dangerously for
the last half-hour. There was a loud explosion immediately followed by
a whoosh of light brown yellow shit. Within seconds it had shot out
and filled Brittany's straining mouth to overflow with slimy stinking
crap. It wasn't like the other nights when Donna had defecated in
front of her, that had been a darker brown and much more solid. This
had the consistency of diahorea and stank the room out with its
stench. With a superhuman effort she managed to nip her sphincter and
stop the flow giving Brittany a fighting chance of swallowing it
before she was overwhelmed.

"Chew it. That's it, that's it" she encouraged.

She had an easy job of chewing; it was so sloppy it disintegrated in
her mouth as she ground her teeth together, and she was able to
swallow it down with minimum of effort. The gooey filth tasted almost
too vile for her to cope with though, it was only with the strongest
of will powers that she was able to proceed and even then she gagged
three times threatening to vomit it back up.  Luckily she didn't
though, and eventually the meal disappeared into her stomach.  With
swimming eyes she looked upwards to see the brown rosebud of her
Mother's anus pulsing wildly, and then dilate as another load forced
it to protrude like a small cone and send a long coil of shit winding
down into her open mouth. This time the brown sausage had more
substance to it and was at least a foot and a half long before it
broke off. Such was its bulk, that it forced the startled girls lips
so apart wide that she experienced a splitting pain at the corners of
her mouth. There was no chance of her accommodating the monster, it
filled her up completely and pressed against the back of her throat
with increasing pressure, casing her to gag anew with water spilling
out of her eyes and down her cheeks. Again Donna clenched her buttocks
and stopped the next turd from forcing its way out into the world. Her
eyes took on the look of concern as she turned around and saw her
young lovers struggles. Even though Brittany tried, she couldn't make
head way against the mound sticking out of her mouth. She couldn't
find enough room to move her jaws; she was so crammed with her
Mother's faeces. Donna eased an inch of the protruding monster out of
her mouth with her fingers, and Brittany coughed sending brown spit
flying from her mouth. After to more barks her mouth was empty again
and Donna slipped the tip of the brown sausage back to rest against
her lips. She wiped a tear from Brittany's cheeks as she advised her
how to continue.

"Bite this piece off and chew it. You should be all right with it if
you don't struggle but just take it easy and chew it round. 
...Hmmm... will you be okay?" She asked.

"Umm" from Brittany "yes Mistress."

The woman flushed with pride at her daughter's brave spirit. She
wasn't to be beaten; there was no way her clever little lover was
going to give in. How she loved her at that moment. With a push she
sent the squishy brown sausage past her lips and into her mouth once
more. This time it wasn't too much, she had begun to get used to the
stronger taste of the usual waste her Mother produced. In a few
moments she had chewed about an inch and a half of it and then
swallowed it in a triumphant gulp. Donna fed her some more, and then
continued feeding her baby with the turd until she had eaten the last
morsel. Yet Donna's bowels were far from being empty; she had to expel
more. Standing up again, she crouched above her mouth once more. After
a slight groan she produced another long turd, and even though it
filled her mouth again, it wasn't the same huge size of the previous
monster.  With closed eyes Brittany got down to the task of munching
the turd and swallowing it down piece-by-piece, a gulp at a time,
while Donna watched and masturbated until it was gone. By now though
her small stomach was bulging from the huge meal and it was with huge
relief that her dinner was nearly over.

"One more.  Just once more my darling little toilet girl. You're doing
so well eating up Mummy's shit," Donna sang the words encouragingly as
she resumed her squat above her mouth and let loose with another
coiling sausage of shit. Brittany couldn't help but whimper as the
brown mass filled her mouth again and spilled out across her wet
cheeks.  Luckily she was getting the hang of it as she munched it
down, slopping it noisily around the roof of her mouth and over her
gums, before gulping it down into her bulging stomach. Eventually her
mouth was empty and she let out a loud belch of satisfaction. All that
was left was for Donna to turn around and do the same with her bladder
as she pissed its warm yellow liquid into Brittany's mouth. She drank
the salty brew gratefully, gulping the gurgling stream down until her
Mother sighed with satisfaction, the satisfaction of relief.

Later as Donna lay on her bed, listening to the sound of her young
daughter cleaning herself in the shower, her thoughts turned to the
future. The thought of Brittany and Sue getting together appealed to
her. They would both enjoy the experience, she was sure of that. She
would arrange it. On top of all that she was quite taken with
Brittany's friend, little Amanda Stone and thoughts of more sexual
escapes featuring her and the girl made her tingle to her toes.

 The future would be very interesting.

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