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   Life Has Not Always Been This Way By Blade (c)July, 2012

   Life has not always been this way.  Actually up till two years ago I was
a normal everyday widowed single mom raising a kid.  Then I feel that most
everyone on the outside thinks that is still how my life goes, little do
they know.  Seems that my not so young and innocent Daughter is now my
owner and I have become her slave.  Then I know that I have never been
happier.  I am Jana Harper and am very proud to serve my Daughter Leslie.

   I can remember some signs of things not going right.  From junior high,
high school, and into college I never lacked for attention from men, or
ladies for that matter.  By the time I had hit twenty two I had a bit of
sexual experience and was now engaged to the man of my dreams.  We did all
the normal things had a big wedding, went to Acapulco for our honeymoon.  A
little after our first anniversary our little angel came.  She weighed in
at seven pounds two ounces.  Such a beauty she was and because of my
husband being financially secure I was a stay at home mom.

   Life was all peaches and cream as they say for the first ten years. 
Then my husband took to drinking and not coming home at night.  As much as
I loved him I tried to tolerate his new vice.  The more he drank the more I
began to loath being around him or the thought of him being with our
Daughter.  Finally late one Friday night my husband came home staggering
drunk and in a foul mood.  He started screaming for me to fix him something
to eat and what a worthless wife I was and all.  When he was sober he was
the most loving and caring man a woman could want.  When he was drunk it
was off into a rage and nowhere close to the man I knew and loved.  He
continued to scream at me.  I screamed back, something I had never done. 
Next thing I knew our little angel was in the hallway crying.  Now he began
yelling at our Daughter as to how worthless her mother was and such. 
Finally I told him to leave the house or I would call the police.  He
laughed at me and then he backhanded me.  Lying on the carpet I could see
our Daughter crumbled in the hallway and sobbing.  Slowly I crawled towards
the phone to try and call the police.  As I reached for the phone he
grabbed it and flung it against the wall.  Then still screaming he said he
did not need either one of us and out the door he went.  Jerrod had changed
from the loving and almost perfect husband to a totally unknown animal.

   Quickly I grabbed my purse and my Daughter.  After loading her into the
car I soon found myself checking into a nearby motel.  For the first time
ever I was scared for the safety of both my Daughter and myself.  I do not
think that I slept twenty minutes that night.  All I could do was stare at
the ceiling and shiver as I held my Daughter.  Fortunately she was soon
fast asleep.  My little angel managed to sleep well.  I had trouble closing
my eyes.  Each time I did the horrible image of the animal my husband had
become kept coming back to haunt me.  About seven the next morning she was
wide awake and in a playful mood.  We pillow wrestled and stuff...  seems
like all our worries were behind us?  A bit later we opted to take a shower
and clean up.  For whatever reason we took one together and it turned out
to be special.  It had been years since I had given her a bath and we had
never showered together.  It was most likely at this precise time that I
felt a change of sorts between my Daughter and myself.  The thrill of her
being all soaped up.  Rinsing her off, we did not bring any shampoo so that
was out.  I took her by the hand and had her standing her on the rug.  Me
kneeling beside her, and drying her all off.

   I was now mesmerized by my Daughter.  I gazed into her big beautiful
dark brown eyes.  I knew how special she was and how lucky I was.  Drawing
her nearer I planted a kiss on her lips like I always did.  Only this time
I wished to part her lips with my tongue and kiss her with a passion.  I
could feel the goose bumps rising on my skin and the blushing in my face. I
wanted to run and hide.  What had gotten into me" Staring back at me I
watched as almost in slow motion she said "I love you mommy."

   "I love you too sweetie," I replied.  Then turning her quickly I lightly
swatted her little behind and said, "Hurry and get dressed so we can go get
some breakfast." Quickly she was putting her clothes on and covering up all
that I wished to see.  She was now standing by the door all ready to go.

   "Well hurry up slow poke", she said.  Looking down I could see I still
had my panties in my hand.  Mesmerized I had only stared at her and had not
attempted to put anything on.

   Once we were in the car she decided that we should go to the local
IHOP's.  She said that waffles and whip cream and blueberries sounded good.
I had to agree with her as that was one of my favorites as well.  We both
ordered the same only I had crispy bacon and she wanted sausage links. 
Well I had several cups of black coffee as I knew what might be waiting me
at home.  She talked we giggled.  My stomach saying we do not need to go
home.

   A few blocks from our home is a nice a quite secluded park.  We stopped
and went to play on just about everything.  Being that it was still early
even though it was a beautiful Saturday morning, we were the only two
there. For an hour or so it was as if time had stood still for us.  We both
went as high as we could on the swing till I was exhausted.  Getting off I
could see her pushing herself higher and higher.  Then I caught myself
enjoying the view of her white cotton panties as her summer dress would
blow up in the air.  I so much wanted to turn and look away.  Then the more
I looked the more I wanted to see.  Finally she tired and got off the
swing. Much to my relief I thought, I suggested that we need to go home
(face the demon waiting there I thought) No she insisted I let her climb
the slide just one time.  How could I resist her?  After all I really
dreaded going home as much as I needed to.  Up the stairs she went.  When
she got to the top I could hear her voice.

   "Mommy promise to catch me when I get down."

   I nodded OK.  Then she said "I am going to pull my dress up so it does
not get dirty.  Is that OK Mommy?"

   I could feel my heart pumping and the blood rushing.  I wanted to scream
YES YES hurry on down!  Instead, I trying to be as calm as possible, "Be
careful sweetie I will catch you when you get here."

   Although the slide had two curves in it should it be straightened out it
was probably a maximum of sixty feet long.  I knelt in the sand at the base
of the slide as I watched her descent.  I had never seen something so
animated or so slow motion as the next few seconds.  Finally she slid into
my waiting arms and wrapped her thin little legs around my waist.  I
squeezed her tight.  Her legs wrapped around me.  "That was fun Mommy can
we do it again?"

   I was enjoying the feeling.  Wanting to hear what she had just said. 
Then I also felt a definite dampness in the crotch of my panties.  Again I
was overcome with shock and embarrassment.  I knew that I was a good Mother
and I also knew these feeling were wrong.  As much as I wanted this moment
to last forever I shook my head and said "No sweetie but I promise we will
come back soon and play some more."

   She pulled back and kissed me.  Again I blushed.  We walked back to my
parked car holding hands.  I knew right then and there that we would
forever have a special relationship.

   Being ever so dreadful of going home I knew it was inevitable that I
would have to face my husband.  Once in the car my Daughter giggled and
chatted as to what a fun morning it had been.  Looking at her I nodded and
smiled.  Yes I thought to myself a very nice morning such wonderful
unexpected things taking place.  I reached over and ruffled her hair. 
Looking up ahead I could see a vehicle parked in our driveway.  I could
spot a police cruiser two blocks away and instantly I knew this one parked
in my driveway meant bad news.

   About this time my Daughter sat up and asked "Mommy why is the policeman
in our yard?"

   Not being able to say anything I shook my head no.  As I pulled into the
driveway the officer opened his door and walked around the car.  Slowly I
got out and he looked at me and said,

   "I need to talk to you".  Turning to look at my Daughter," in private
please."

   I handed the keys to my Daughter and told her to let herself in.  Taking
off his hat he asked me my name and a couple more questions for
verification.

   "Ma'am I am sorry to tell you but your husband was killed in an
automobile accident earlier this morning."

   Not being able to contain myself I crumbled onto the lawn and slowly
began to weep.  The officer extended his arm to pick me up and I took it.
With broken steps he led me by my elbow to the front door.  Turning to face
him I nodded my head and began to tell him I would be alright.  He must
have sensed what I was going to say.  He handed me a card and said.

   "You will need to go down to the station and fill out some papers.  Also
you will need to go to the morgue and identify your husband."

   Again I started to break down.  This time I leaned against his chest and
let the tears flow.  I have no clue what the officers reaction was or how
long I stood there.  Next thing I knew some of my friends were there and I
was lying in my bed.

   The next few days were a total blur.  Food everywhere people coming and
going.  Most of them I knew, and others were business acquaintances of my
husband.  Although my husband and I only had a small circle of friends the
church was quite full.  The minister gave an excellent sermon and eulogy,
even though we rarely attended services.  I knew that now more than ever I
would need my Daughter.  Thinking back now maybe the precious few hours the
two of us had been together.  The shower, eating breakfast, and the time in
the park had all been a premonition of what was to come" The first night
the two of us were all alone in this big house my Daughter, shortly after
going to bed, wandered into my bedroom and asked if she could sleep with
me. Looking at the fear in her eyes, knowing the emptiness I felt, I
reached out and pulled her in with me.  As the days turned into weeks the
transition of being a single Mother set in, alone yet with my Daughter time
went on.  Where at first there were friends and family constantly coming by
to reassure me and make sure I was coping fine the visits were spacing out
more and more.  Luckily it was summer and the two of us spent all of our
time together.  I am not sure how I could have handled this tragedy all
alone.

   Enough about me for now, I heard the front door open.  Looking around me
I double checked everything.  Making sure all the cameras were focused
properly and the angles were OK, checking the zooms for close shots.  I
could hear the footsteps of my Daughter's heeled sandals on the tile floor.
Looking through the one way mirror where I was seated I now saw the two of
them as they entered the Den.  No my Daughter wasn't kidding.  She said she
was going to bring home a black man and that she did and I do mean a big
black man.  They stopped at the foot of the stairs and I could hear her
voice say,

   "Let's go upstairs to my bedroom."

   She grabbed his left hand and they started up the stairs.  About half
way up with her free hand behind her I could see the OK signal from her. 
In a matter of seconds they were in her bedroom.  The "typical" fourteen
year old bedroom all set up in pink and green decorations.  Hanging was a
poster of Justin Bieber on the wall along with some butterfly artwork. 
Some stuffed toys, CD player, all the amenities a normal fourteen year old
would have.  Well except for the six hidden cameras and mikes that is. 
Walking in and closing the door behind her she was soon standing in front
of him.  Rubbing the crotch of his pants I could hear her voice again.

   "Well let's take care of the money issue before we get down to
business," she said.

   Reaching into his front pocket he quickly produced a large wad of money.
Rolling out two one hundred dollar bills he handed them over.  With her
free hand she took them and cooed,

   "Fifty more and you will get some oral attention as well."

   "Don't think that little mouth of yours can handle my meat sweetie."

   "Like I said Mister fifty bucks and you will find out."

   With a big grin he fumbled through the wad of money and produced a
fifty. Turning and looking towards the camera she laid out the money on the
bureau.  Snide smile and all she was ready to go to work.  Bending ever so
slightly she unbuttoned her shorts and wiggled her little behind as she
glanced back at him.  Her shorts down as she kicked them towards the
closet. Pulling her midriff tee over her head she revealed that she was not
wearing a bra.  She was still an A cup something she was very proud of
although her nipples are an entirely different story.  She worked them
every day to the point that they stood out like a pair of erasers. 
Stepping back she let herself fall onto the bed.  Legs spread she pulled
her white cotton panties aside and began rubbing her little pussy.

   "Like what you see Mister?" She said in her sexiest fourteen year old
voice.

   "Yes baby I do and I am going to split that little slit of yours in
two."

   "No Mister I don't think so," she replied rolling over and getting on
her knees as she quickly pulled her panties down.  "You are going to stuff
my little ass is what you are going to do." She grinned as she said this in
a matter of fact tone.

   I had not seen his cock yet but knew it must be enormous just looking at
the size of the man.  Then I zoomed in with one of the cameras and could
see her brown little rosebud.  Rolling off the bed she was on her knees and
unbuttoning his pants.

   "Come on Mister don't be shy I wanna see what you're packing."

   Pants to his knees now tugging at his boxer shorts out it popped. 
Hitting her on the side of her jaw and with a startled shriek was the
biggest black cock she had ever seen up and personal.

   "Wow Mister that is a lot of meat you are packing." Grabbing at it with
both hands she said, "Let me taste it."

   Her little tongue working his pee-hole both hands stroking his cock the
man let out his first grunt.  Soon a couple of pearly drops of pre-cum
appeared.  Eagerly she lapped them up and went to work now using her tongue
to go up and down and work the entire shaft.  She let one hand drop and cup
his oversize balls and massage them.  Bending his cock forward she was now
attempting to devour his big black cock.  Her mouth was open as wide as she
could possibly get it and she still managed to swallow about four inches of
super thick cock.  I was grinning ear to ear so proud of my Daughter who
would have ever thought she was such a cock loving slut" I could actually
feel a tinge of jealousy as I was missing out on all that fun.  By now he
had taken off his shirt and was trying to remove his shoes.

   "Hold on baby," he told her.

   Sitting back on the bed he was soon completely naked.  The way his
breathing was going I could see all the excitement and anticipation.  "How
did you learn to handle a cock like that little girl?"

   My Daughter just shrugged her shoulders in an I don't know gesture and
went back to licking his shaft.  She probably worked his cock up and down
pumping it, licking it, and of course sucking the best she could for close
to ten minutes.  A couple of times I thought he was going to give her a cum
bath but he always managed to hold back.  Standing she walked over to the
night stand and pulled out a tube of astro-gel.

   "Sorry Mister," she said "That is the biggest cock I have ever seen so I
do not want to take any chances."

   Putting a big dollop in her small hand she was soon working it around
her sphincter and working one then two fingers in and out.  Crawling back
on the bed she now instructed him to just lay back as she wanted to set the
pace of her ride.  Squatting reverse cowgirl style she slowly started to
ease unto his enormous cock.  Very patiently and with some rhythm she tried
working her tiny ass to his shaft.  Getting a bit frustrated she moved to
the side.  Grabbing the lube again she got another large dollop.  This time
she used it to work his entire shaft.  Again she attempted to mount him. 
With a look of determination and finally a tear or two in her eyes she had
a few inches in her.  In a shivering voice I heard her scream "Fuck Mister
that is so damn tight and I just love it."

   Slowly the black man began to work his hips up and down.  My Daughter
moving her ass in beat with him slowly getting a little bit more in each
time.  Probably took about five minutes and she had about three fourths of
his big black cock pounding my darling's little ass.  The contrast of her
pale white body and his dark black skin, both working in unison, they were
both glistening with sweat what more could a Mother ask for?  I was so
proud that I was getting to record my Daughters first taste and feeling of
black cock.  Although I was still shivering that he might actually hurt my
little girl inside.  My Daughter motioned him and they both rolled over on
their sides.  Now she threw her one leg over his and went to playing with
her little slit.  She was poised perfect for the camera.  Her fingers
working her pussy feverishly as his black cock pounded her stretched ass.
He sounded like a bull in heat.  In fact that is what he was a big black
bull fucking my little girl.  Seemed like the harder he pounded her the
more she reacted.  I was beginning to wonder if she would ever walk again.
Here I was a full grown woman and I was not sure if I could have taken what
he was giving my nymph little girl.

   "OK let's try it doggie style," she commanded.  "Maybe that way I can
feel you all the way up inside my belly."

   "Sweetie I am in heaven right now but I do not want to kill you," he
replied.

   "But admit it Mister you like my cute tight ass don't you?"

   "Liking is not even close.  You got better booty than most any woman I
ever been with."

   By now she was on her hands and knees ass up in the air.  Zooming
another camera in for a closer shot I could see the gape he had left in her
ass.  Much to my relief there was no sign of blood.  So he had not hurt her
yet and maybe he would not?  Like I said she still had the gape in her ass
and his fat cock fit right in.  They continued where they had left off,
both just a pumping and a grinding.  Hard as he tried he just could not get
his cock all the way up my little girl's ass.  Hard as she tried the cavity
was filled and it could take no more.  However that did not stop either one
of them from trying.  He had my little girls pigtails pulled back tight as
he rode her ass.  She now had one hand free and working her slit.  There
was just no quitting in either one of them.  Soon his moaning and groaning
turned into an animal like hissing.

   "You ready to cum Mister?" my little girl asked.

   "Yes baby yes baby I am going to flood your ass." He replied.

   "No Mister no I want it all over my face.  I want you to make a cum slut
out of me."

   Oh my gawd I thought what has come over my little girl?  She seemed to
have no fill, the more she got the nastier she got.  As quickly as he
pulled out of her ass, she was on her knees mouth open and tongue out. 
Stroking like a madman she was enticing him even more.

   "Come on Mister squirt your spunk all over my face.  I wanna see what
your big black cock can feed me."

   With that a long and loud grunt and out came the white dressing.  A
splatter here another there her nose covered in cum some on her forehead.
It was starting to drip off of her chin.  As quickly as it was splattering
across her face her little hands were scooping it up and she was eating it
like no tomorrow.  Looking down I could see my Daughter spanking her red
little pussy.  She was in another world.  This man would have put Peter
North to shame.  I had seen plenty of men cum but never had I seen a cum
factory like this one.  Oh how I wanted to join my Daughter and share the
white mouthfuls of all that gooey cum.  He just stood there trying to catch
his breath his cock still hard as a rock.  Reaching out my Daughter again
grabbed his cock and proceeded to suck and lick it clean.  He did not know
what to do.  This Daughter of mine had serviced him like no other.  I did
not have to reach down and check, I knew my cunt was sopping wet.  My
Daughter had just put on a clinic in being a little slut.  Showing how a
little piece of white trash can handle the ghetto meat.

   "There Mister I got you all clean and spiffy like any good slut should
do."

   That was my cue.  I picked up my cell phone and called hers.  Getting up
she grabbed her phone and putting it to her ear said,

   "Oh hi Daddy what are you up to?  Not much of anything just kicking back
and relaxing."

   You could see the black man in a bit of a panic as she winked at him.

   "Yes Daddy that sounds great when will you be here?" A pause then, "Oh I
can't wait Daddy.  I will change into something comfortable.  Yes I will be
ready, see you in about a half hour then.  Yes Daddy I love you too."

   She put the phone up and turned back to the black man.  By now the black
man was almost completely dressed.

   "That was my Daddy" she told him.  Not like he hadn't already heard
that? "He is going to come get me and we are going to the park and have an
ice cream.  Oh I just love going to the park with my Daddy."

   Sweet and oh so innocent my little girl was.  Shaking his head he pulled
out his wad again.  Tossing another hundred dollar bill on the bed he said,
"There is a little extra for you sweetie, trust me you are the best.  You
mind if I bring some of my brothers around some time and maybe we can all
enjoy you in a gangbang?"

   "Well it all boils down to money you know," was her reply.

   "Are your brothers all hung like you?"

   He laughed and replied, "Well we will just have to see won't we" Hey
don't worry about me I can let myself out the front door.  Hurry and clean
up I don't want your Daddy to get upset with a little cupcake like you."
Out the door he went and my little girl was pumping her fist in the air as
she gathered up all the money.

   A couple of minutes later she walked into the hidden room.  She had a
couple of glasses of ice and a root beer.  Propping one leg up on the desk
she placed one glass between her legs and began to fill it with her piss.
After she filled it she handed it to me.

   "Thank You baby how did you know your Mother was so thirsty?"

   She just smiled and slowly poured the root beer into the remaining
glass. Laying the money in front of me she said.  "Not bad was it, how long
did the little show last?"

   Looking at the controls in front of me I could see where it said thirty
eight minutes and fifty two seconds.  "Not quite thirty nine minutes baby.
With all the different camera angles and shots, once I finish editing it we
will have a full hour of my baby and her first BBC."

   "Well Mother what did you think of my pick?  Did you like him?"

   "Like him hell sweetie I was all so jealous of you.  I have never had a
black cock, much less one that big in my ass.  Then you were so greedy with
his cum.  How did it taste?"

   "It was yummy Mother I didn't think he would ever quit squirting that
really sent me over the edge.  Guess I will have to bring him back and let
you experience him.  Wonder what he would pay to do a Mother/Daughter set?
Or maybe the two of us in a gang bang.  Oh Mother so many possibilities so
many options."

   "What do you think we will get for the tape?"

   "Once I get it edited and all, I think I will ask our friend in London
for ten grand.  Not every day one can find a fourteen year old that can and
will do what you did.  Guess I will send him a five minute trailer/teaser
and wait for a reply.  I should have the movie cut and ready in about an
hour.  Although we will need to pick a title for it."

   "How about Fourteen and Going Black?  Simple yet true is it not?"

   "OK sounds good to me but we best get moving Mrs.  Jones is suppose to
be here at seven tonight.  So we need to get all set up in your seduction
role there."

   Reaching over she pulled and slapped my nipple.  I just love the way she
does that.  Picking up her drink and she was out the door.  Picking up my
drink and savoring the flavor.  My Daughter knows how to pee so tasty.

   A real pro had taught me how to edit and splice slow motion and more. 
Again that is another story.  My Daughter and her devious mind arranged for
all this equipment free of charge.  Well actually there was some trading
done but no actual cash out of our pockets.  As I was preparing the film
and setting it up for production I began thinking again, about the times
after my husband's death.  Initially my Daughter and I slept together.  I
felt it was the right thing to do as she was having problems now being
without a Father.  After a couple of weeks I suggested that she return to
her bedroom.  She would beg and plead one more night please mommy.  As
always I gave in.

   Then after about a month of this I decided to finally put my foot down
and insist that she sleep in her own bedroom.  After all what normal Mother
still sleeps in the same bed with a ten year old Daughter?  We were sitting
idly in the Den where I was browsing through a magazine.  She was playing
some type of game on the computer.

   "Honey tonight we will not be sleeping in the same bed.  It is time we
slept in different beds."

   "You know Mother I have been thinking the same thing the last couple of
weeks.  You can go get some blankets and a pillow and sleep on the couch
tonight.  Tomorrow we can go get a bed for the spare room.  Then you can
move your clothes there.  After the closet is cleaned out you can move all
of my stuff in there.  Oh Mother I just love how we think alike."

   Just like that I was kicked out of my bedroom and it was now hers.  No
argument, no protest, no nothing.  Plain and simple I did as she told me
and could not have been any happier.

   As the summer progressed so did our roles in the household.  Yes I had
always been a caring and nurturing Mother.  Actually I still was only now I
was much more service orientated.  She did not have to snap her fingers or
anything.  Only give me a certain look and I would lower my eyes and say,
"Yes is there something I may do for you?"

   It may have been a simple run me a bath or would you massage and
pedicure my feet.  It did not matter I was there to serve her.  Only I
would never have imagined that the form and manner of servitude could ever
be so perverse.  It all began a bit innocent and as each day passed the
innocence was eventually gone.  Almost daily I would give her a perfumed
bath.  When I was soaping her she would often let out a sigh or moan of
pleasure as I touched an intimate part here or there.  Then she might grab
my hand and say yes rub me there a bit more or maybe higher or lower.  I
never once resisted.  How could I?  The more she asked the more I wished to
please.  Then each evening as a consolation I would lay awake in bed and
masturbate dreaming of doing more sexual things to please my Daughter.

   Soon enough it was time to put her back in school.  How I hated to see
her go.  My husband had a large insurance policy and with some smarts I
would never have to work again.  Then I only wanted to serve and be useful
to my Daughter.  Nothing else really mattered only the happiness of my
Daughter.  So each day began with a fresh hot breakfast for her and off to
school.  Now I was to stand behind her as she ate.  Once she was gone to
school I could eat my breakfast.  Only she told me what I would eat and how
much of a portion.  My serving her had allowed me to simplify life in many
ways.  Actually no more real decisions to be made and I loved the new
freedom that gave me.  Yes I still paid the bills and such.  Still went
grocery shopping, only now she dictated the list.  Going shopping for
clothes, shoes and such had never been easier.  She saw what she liked and
had me buy it.  No more trying on half dozen outfits or all types of shoes.
She decided what looked best on me.  At home I was basically not allowed to
dress other than the shoes she picked and/or some funky socks.  She rarely
dressed so we were both comfortable with each other's nudity.  Yes on the
rare occasion that we did have a house guest we returned to "normal"
Mother/Daughter.  When the occasional guest left it was back to what we
both wanted and yes I do love serving and pleasing my Daughter.

   Physically I was still in great shape, possibly the best physical shape
of my life and very proud of it.  My Daughter had arranged to get me a top
notch personal trainer at a nearby gym.  One week it was three days of
three hour one on one sessions.  The next week it was four days of one hour
sessions.  The exercises all focused on certain parts of my body.  OK now a
bit of a confession on my part.  My Daughter had slowly drawn me into this
world of porn.  Yes her Daddy and I had viewed our share during our
marriage but it was almost all vanilla porn.  Then that is how my Daughter
started "sharing" her interests with me.  However as time went on more and
more illicit were her tastes.  She was coming up with things I never knew
existed or for that matter could imagine one enjoying.  Then as always she
is correct and I now craved all of what she wanted and more.  Now my taste
for perverted sex is never sated.

   It was during one of these Friday night computer hopping porn while we
ate popcorn and drank sodas that my Daughter brought up a certain flick
that aroused my interest.  It was of a transsexual who was going through
the process of being bimboized.  I found it rather appealing and asked if
my Daughter would like seeing her Mother looking like such?  She kind of
shrugged her shoulders as if not sure.  From there on whenever I got a
chance I looked up the subject on all the porn sites I could.  It was just
totally intriguing to me.  We talked it over several times.  She could see
how serious I was and we finally agreed on most things.  First and foremost
was that I would get my "perfect" body through hard work and not total
plastic surgery.  Her thought the basic no pain no gain.

   So this is where my personal trainer comes in.  I have always had real
shapely legs so I only needed to add a bit of muscle to my calves and tone
up my thighs.  I wanted a bubble butt and my Daughter said yes, only you
will build your own.  So now that is one area where we work extra hard to
build it up.  My waist had expanded a bit over the years.  Now through
corset training I was down to a 25 inch waist.  Of course my goal is a 24.
My breasts are where we argued the most.  Yes age was taking its toll as it
does with all women, the slight sagging and such.  I was a natural 36C
about average in my opinion.  Only I wanted more and bigger boobs. 
Initially my Daughter allowed me to have them augmented.  Oh yes I was in
heaven.  Loved standing in front of the mirror and shaking them like I had
twenty years earlier.  Talk about a boost to ones confidence.

   Then my Daughter started this fixation with nipples and areolas.  Soon
she had me using a breast pump every day to expand and lengthen my nipples.
Now without being excited they poke out about a half inch and pumped over
an inch now and growing.  Of course because of the success there we are now
working on my clit.  Saw a video of a Lady who got hers two inches long
when excited.  So I guess you know what my goal is?  To top it off my
Daughter's Christmas present to me was actually two presents.  First she
sent me to Beverly Hills to a renowned plastic surgeon and had my lips
implanted.  Yes Angelina Jolie eat your heart out.  Now everyone in town
knows that I have the sexist and puffiest lips in town.  To make matters
even better she had my areolas darkened.  Now they really stand out against
my pale skin.  So with a special diet and a lot of hard exercise I have
become bimboized for my Daughter and could not be prouder.  To top it off I
am allowed to service my trainer on occasion.  The sessions usually last
for hours.  After all how else would we pay for such special treatment?"

   Looking at the clock I could see that it was already 6:40.  Mrs.  Jones
would be here in twenty minutes.  I shot the trailer of my Daughter and her
first BBC to London along with a note and a price tag of $10,000.00.  Went
to get another drink from my cup and all that was left was a bit of ice. 
Damn the bad luck I thought.  Hearing the door open I watched as my
precious angel walked in.  Smiling and slowly turning in both directions
she said, "Well what do you think Mother?"

   "Geesh sweetie you could easily pass for nine or ten."

   Smiling and nodding her head she agreed, as that was her goal to look as
young and innocent as possible for Mrs.  Jones.  She had her hair tied up
high in pigtails, weaved between pink and green ribbons.  Her nightie was a
different story of sorts.  Yes it was pure silk and especially made for
her. Seems there is an older seamstress in town who enjoys making "special"
outfits for younger girls.  Her only charge is that she be able to watch as
the darling put on a show and fondle her inappropriately.  This usually
only lasts forty five minutes to an hour so the trade off is good in my
opinion.

   Of course the one set off was her nipples again.  She loved long nipples
so as she had me pump hers daily as well they usually stayed swelled to
close to a half inch so they were always poking out a bit.  She was
receiving shots to keep her budding breasts minimized.  Felt the younger
she looked the more special cliental she could lure in.  So in that
department she was still flat as a board.  Well her top barely passed her
hips.  It was quite easy to see her pink matching panties.  Then the
imprint of a pair of cherries on her crotch area did not hurt matters.  Oh
did I forget to mention her bunny slippers.  Such a joy having a cute and
innocent Daughter, then little do they know.

   "Well Mother I am going to set things up in the front room.  So the
proper distractions will be there for Mrs.  Jones.  Is everything under
control in here?"

   "Far as I can tell need to recheck all the cameras and set the zooms. 
Especially the ones in the foyer then we should know in just a couple of
minutes?"

   "OK Mother." She replied.  Then tugging at my nipples and blowing me a
kiss she said.  "Keep up the good work and I might just let you have the
piercings you want?"

   A quick rush went over me.  Again what a fantastic little girl my
Daughter is.  The door closed and I was off to do the finishing touches. 
Sitting at the controls and slowly rubbing my clit I looked again at the
clock.  As the digital turned to 7:01 I heard the doorbell ring.  As usual
Mrs.  Jones was punctual.  Well actually only her second visit here but
most likely not her last?

   Both my Daughter and myself agreed that if certain rumors were true of
Mrs.  Jones she would be a valuable asset to our future, both financially
as well as introducing us to just the "right" people.  About five years ago
when all the heat was being placed on bank failures and misdeeds of sorts
her husband was caught in the crossfire of accusations.  Seems that early
one evening Mrs.  Jones had come home and upon seeing her husband's Bentley
parked outside went seeking him out in their oversized home.  When she
finally went to the bedroom she could hear the shower running.  Going to
the bathroom she yelled out and asked if he wanted anything for supper. 
Not receiving a reply she asked again and peered into the shower.  There he
was on the floor dead.  Guess the pressure of the banking world had finally
caught up with him and he had a heart attack and died while in the shower?
Being that this was the largest privately owned bank in the state and that
he owned 100% of the stock it set her up pretty good financially.  Rumors
had prevailed for years that she had a certain penchant for girls,
preferably younger ones.  Although they had been married over twenty years
they had no children of their own.  So gossip in any town, whether it is
big or small will always abound.  Then now for whatever odd reason Mrs. 
Jones was trying awfully hard to recruit my Daughter into the Girl Scout
organization.  Well she had too many outside interests to actually want to
join the Girl Scouts.  Then curiosity being what it is we thought perhaps
we might look into these rumors?

   Opening the door my Daughter extended her little hand and welcomed Mrs.
Jones into our home.  Having her seated at the couch my Daughter sat in the
recliner.

   "Anything I can get you to drink Mrs.  Jones?"

   "No Thank You sweetie, I do not have much time as I have an auxiliary
meeting downtown in an hour.  So how have you been?"

   "Fine Thank You.  Sorry I am dressed like I am but I just got back from
swimming and had to take a shower cuz you know how dirty those public pools
can be?"

   I had to roll my eyes.  The only pool she was near was the pool of white
cum from a BBC a couple of hours earlier.

   "Well sweetie." You could hear Mrs.  Jones clearing her throat, "Should
we become better friends I am sure that you would be most welcome to use my
private pool at home."

   Waving her little feet, the bunny ears flopping on her house slippers,
my Daughter replied, "Oh Mrs.  Jones I could not imagine going to use YOUR
private pool.  That would be like a dream."

   Now my Daughter spread her legs a bit and was giving a show of sorts to
Mrs.  Jones.

   "Well have you thought anymore about joining the Girl Scouts?" Mrs. 
Jones asked.

   "Actually my Mother and I have discussed it a few times.  I think she
wants to ask you a few questions like how will it interfere with my school
activities and such.  Then of course my Mother always says that school
comes first as well as my grades."

   Now she was allowing her night gown to inch up a bit more.  You could
see Mrs.  Jones fidgeting a bit more and not wanting to stare directly at
my Daughter's crotch.  She was soon trying to avert her attention to other
parts of the room.  Then suddenly it appeared that she was transfixed to a
throw pillow on the other side of the couch.  Moving the camera in that
direction I could make out a bit of a pair of cotton panties sticking out
from under it.  I thought things were starting to get to be a bit
hilarious. Mrs.  Jones could not make up her mind whether to look at my
Daughter's crotch, stare at the panties under the throw pillow or look at
the ceiling.  No matter what she was making very little eye contact with my
Daughter.  Opening her Vinton Purse she pulled out a silk handkerchief and
went to patting her forehead and neck.

   "Don't know what has come over me but I seem to gotten a hot flash of
sorts?" she mumbled.

   Being the perfect little hostess my Daughter said, "Well now would you
like the glass of ice water I offered you earlier?"

   Quickly nodding Mrs.  Jones replied "Yes sweetie that would be divine."
Without missing a beat my Daughter was off her chair and walking towards
the kitchen.

   Looking behind her to see that my Daughter was no longer in view she
leaned over and snatched the panties from under the pillow.  Zooming in to
focus on the panties and Mrs.  Jones' face it was almost surreal.  Flipping
them inside out one could see where they were stained from her urine as
well as a bit of fecal matter, and what appeared to be a bit of blood as
well.  I had to wonder about that, as I knew my Daughter did not have any
periods because of the shots she was taking.  Then I could not wonder very
long.  I could see Mrs.  Jones sniffing deeply into the panties as if they
had the scent of the finest perfume ever.  Soon she had her tongue out and
was licking them till you could see them getting damp.  About that time my
cell phone rang.

   "Mother did she bring out my nasty panties?"

   "Not only did she bring them out she is now licking them honey."

   "Great Mother I cannot believe how this is all going so smooth."

   With that I heard the dial tone and went back to the cameras.  With one
hand she was sniffing the panties again, with the other she was rubbing her
own crotch.  From the kitchen I could hear my Daughter, "Mrs.  Jones would
you like a slice of lemon with your ice water?"

   Being startled she just froze.  She has been in lala land the last
couple of minutes.  "Yes dear I would appreciate that."

   Leaning over to put the panties back, she stopped and sat up. 
Impulsively, she opened her purse and put them away.  As she was
straightening her business suit my Daughter came out with two ice waters.

   "Thought I might make one for me as well.  Sorry to have kept you
waiting."

   Taking one long gulp then a second, Mrs.  Jones replied, "Not a problem
at all.  I can't remember the last time a glass of water ever tasted this
good."

   My Daughter now returned to the perfect little angel everyone knew.  She
was seated properly and always the young Lady.  They chatted a bit more. 
Mrs.  Jones seemed to be relaxing a bit as they talked about both school
and Girl Scouts.  Suddenly a small bell went off.  Mrs.  Jones opened a
side pocket of her purse and pulled out her cell phone.  "Oh my how time
flies when one is having so much fun", she said.  "I have to go as I have a
meeting of sorts downtown."

   With that she stood holding her purse as any prim and proper respectable
Lady would.

   "I will walk you to the door Mrs.  Jones." Reaching out my Daughter
grabbed Mrs.  Jones' free hand and lead her towards the door.

   Once at the door they kind of turned to face each other.  Mrs.  Jones
being about 4-5 inches taller than my Daughter, she was looking down at
her. From the camera I could see my Daughter go up on tip toe and tug on
Mrs.  Jones arm.  As she did so Mrs.  Jones leaned down to meet my Daughter
for a kiss.  As their lips met my Daughter threw her arm around Mrs.  Jones
neck and pulled her in.  In no time you could see the tongues fighting to
get into each other's mouths.  This only lasted a scant few seconds.  Then
my Daughter stood flat footed and backed off a bit and said "Oh my Mrs. 
Jones I never expected that."

   You could see a bead of perspiration on Mrs.  Jones forehead.

   "Too bad you cannot stay a bit longer?"

   With that my Daughter turned and opened the door for Mrs.  Jones. 
Looking up at Mrs.  Jones with all the innocence she could gather she told
Mrs.  Jones "I think we may need to get together and talk more about the
advantages of Girl Scouts, don't you?"

   Dumbfounded and basically speechless Mrs.  Jones could only nod yes. 
She slowly turned and walked off.

   Closing the door behind her I watched as my Daughter blew me a kiss into
the camera.  In a few seconds she was in the hidden room all gaga.

   "What do you think Mother?"

   "Well your Mother thinks those rumors may be facts."

   "Looks like either way she is putty in your hands.  I cannot believe how
vulnerable she was.  How did you come up with the panty idea and where did
the blood come from?"

   Motioning me with her hand she said, "Off with you Mother go and run my
water.  We will discuss it while you bathe me."

   Being the obedient Mother that I am I stood and did as I was told. 
Standing on my four inch heels I started towards the door.  I could feel a
drop as moisture ran down my leg.  Such a lucky Mother I am to have such an
outstanding Daughter.

   Once up the stairs and into what was once my Master bedroom I went into
the bathroom.  Kneeling at the tub, as I do most everyday anymore, I began
to run the water.  There was no need to feel for the right temperature as
an automatic temperature gauge had been installed to my Daughters setting.
I poured in a bit of bubble bath and some perfumed oil.  Walking to the
closet I put on the special bathing apron she had made for me.  It was
white cotton trimmed with frolicked blue lace.  As the older seamstress
Lady had custom made it, it fit like a glove.  Only thing a bit different
about this apron was that the breast area was cut out.  So once it was on,
my ample breasts and oversized nipples were there to be enjoyed as my
Daughter felt the need.

   Hearing my Daughter as she entered the room I had her sit on the
dressing chair and I began to undress her.  Leaning back and reaching
behind me I felt and the tub was nearly full.  Turning off the water I led
my Daughter to the tub and watched as she slowly slid in.

   "Keep your ear open Mother.  I went ahead and ordered us some pizza and
sodas.  Probably will be another half hour before they show but either way
be listening for the doorbell.  Figure you did such a good job today behind
the scenes that you deserve the night off from cooking."

   Blushing a bit I replied, "Thank You my precious Daughter I appreciate
you thinking so kindly of me", and bowed my head a bit.

   "Well Mother give me an update of sorts on the movie we made."

   "Well I edited and spliced it to where it is now one hour long.  Cut out
some of the hotter parts.  Sweetie the whole tape was so fucking hot." I
just shook my head and smiled as I thought about the whole scene.

   "Glad you approved Mother."

   "So I sent the trailer along with a note of sorts to our man in London.
Told him we needed $10,000.00 for the tape.  No reason to say anything more
as the quality should speak volumes to him."

   "Well Mother what did he say?"

   "As of about a half hour ago I have not heard from him.  I will check
for messages after I finish pampering you."

   I now had the washcloth on my Daughter's inner thighs and was slowly
working my way up towards her slit.  As many times as I have bathed her I
still get a bit tingly knowing I will soon be touching her forbidden
regions.  She sat back a bit more and spread her legs to enjoy the soft
touch only her Mother had.  Releasing the wash cloth I used my middle
finger to clean around her slit making sure to tease her young clit a bit.
I could tell by the way she was puckering her lips that she was enjoying
all the special attention.  I had not been allowed to explore inside of her
young pussy.  So far it was off limits.  My Daughter did have a few odd
thoughts on things but as always I respected her wishes.  Now reaching even
lower I soon found her little rosebud.  I slowly began to massage it and
then felt her tense up.

   "Oh Mother I am so sore there."

   Then laughing a bit she continued, "Like the saying goes I think he tore
me a new asshole.  Gawd that man fucked me silly."

   "Yes he did dear and your Mother was so proud of the way you took all
his fuck meat."

   "Sounds like you may be a bit jealous Mother?" I just blushed and smiled
at my baby.

   "Well Mother now you know why I so insisted that you learn to fist my
ass.  Imagine all the damage he would have done to me had you not prepared
my behind for him?"

   "Yes as always you are correct.  Then I am getting a bit fond of
watching my hand disappear into your tight behind.  Although I imagine now
that it will be a few days before we can go there again?"

   "One thing for sure Mother later this evening it will need some TLC and
of course it feels good going to sleep as you tongue it."

   "Thank You dear I will make sure to pleasure you later."

   I washed and rinsed her hair.  Dried her off, and combed out her hair.
About this time the front doorbell rang.  "Mother be a good sport and put
on your see thru Teddy."

   Undoing my apron I put on the Teddy.  Grabbing some money from the
nightstand I hurried downstairs.  I could hear my Daughter yelling from
behind me, "I will meet you in the Den Mother."

   Opening the door I was a bit shocked to see a delivery girl.  It was
usually a teen boy or an older retired man doing the deliveries.  She
slowly allowed her jaw to drop.  Kind of in slow motion she handed me the
one pizza and the two drinks.

   Clearing my throat I said, "Hhhmmmm Miss you never said how much I owe
you."

   Shaking her head now she said "Sorry you just kind of caught me off
guard.  I never had anyone dressed quite like you answer the door before."

   I looked at the bill it was $14.27 I handed her a twenty and told her to
keep the change.  She turned and walked off.  As I was opening the pizza
box on the coffee table the doorbell rang again.  I asked my Daughter, who
was now sitting in the recliner "I wonder who that could be?"

   Going back to open the door it was the delivery girl again.  She shoved
a piece of paper into my hand and turned and ran off.  Walking back into
the Den my Daughter began, "Well who was it Mother?"

   I handed her the waded up paper.  Unraveling it she read it to me, "It
just says Mandy and has a phone number.  Who is Mandy?"

   "Just the pizza delivery girl." I replied.  I handed my Daughter a
napkin and a slice of Hawaiian pizza.  I sat at her feet and bit into my
piece.

   It was very relaxing and soothing where I was.  Yes it had been a bit of
a strenuous day.  Then to top it off sitting at my Daughters feet was a fun
reward.  We really did not have a lot to say I rubbed her thighs and
calves, while she played with my hair.  Guess we were hungrier than usual"
Normally we eat close to three quarters of the pizza and save the rest as
snacks or sometimes even breakfast.  However, this evening we devoured the
whole thing.  Getting up to clean the coffee table and dispose of the trash
my Daughter said to check and see if the man in London had emailed a reply
back.  Once the trash had been thrown I went into the hidden room and
checked.  Yes there it was a reply.  Clicking on the email I opened it up.
Did not like what it said then also knew that it would be my Daughter who
would make the ultimate decision.

   Returning to the Den I did not see my Daughter nor her soda.  Then this
was not unusual as she did not have to answer to me and did as she pleased.
I picked mine up and started up the stairs quite sure she was already lying
in bed.  Looking at her as I entered the room she smiled and beckoned me
towards the bed.  "Mother get in and be close to me."

   Of course this was a request I could never refuse.  As it was I never
got to be close enough to my Daughter even though we spent most all our
time together.  "Well did he email us back?"

   I loved when she said us and let me feel included even though she was
always in charge.

   "Yes dear he sent a reply and said that $7,500.00 was his top offer on
the movie."

   Lying beside her I could see her looking up at the ceiling I knew that
her mind was quick at work.

   "So Mother you think it was a good movie?"

   She already knew my opinion but as requested I replied.

   "Yes to me it was beyond hot how that man brutally took advantage of my
little girl's ass.  I cannot recall ever seeing a scene as hot between a
child and a man that was so overcoming.  I think most would agree and that
the collectors of such porn would be more than willing to pay top price."

   Again staring at her I could see her mind in motion.

   "Did you reply to him Mother?"

   "No of course not sweetie you know all these decisions are yours and
that I am here to please and serve you and no more."

   With that she rolled over and kissed my lips.

   "Well Mother we do not have to have the money today.  With a bit of luck
we may have a new player in the game as in Mrs.  Jones.  Hold off in
replying and let him sweat it out a bit.  If all else fails we still have
the offer of $7,500.00.  Which is not bad for a short afternoon's work, and
that is not even including what the black man paid up front."

   She giggled and mussed my hair.

   "Mother I would like for you to sleep with me tonight."

   "I would be honored sweetie.  Would you allow me to oil and massage your
back then eat your tight little ass?"

   "Sounds like a deal", she replied.

   I got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to get some black currant
vanilla oil.  She so much liked the smell it left on her and I grabbed a
towel as well.  When I went back to the bedroom she was already on her
chest and waiting legs spread and all.  Slowly I spread some oil on her
back and began to massage her little muscles.  By the small sounds she was
making I knew that I was pleasing her.  Out of the blue she spoke.

   "Mother what did she look like?"

   Not quite sure what she meant I said, "Who?"

   "The pizza girl silly who else would I be talking about?"

   I had to think a bit about it.  Staring at the headboard I could not
quite picture her face although I do remember she was rather slim.  Shaking
my head I giggled, "You know honey for the best of me I do not remember."

   "Well Mother you have her phone number.  Tomorrow you will set things up
so I may decide how she looks."

   "Yes dear as you wish."

   Although she could not see the expression on my face I was wondering
what interest my Daughter might have in the pizza girl.  Toweling her back
off, I slid down between her legs and slowly parted her ass cheeks.  Now it
was time for me to get my just dessert.

   Waking up to a bit of chill in the room, my nose was still snug between
my Daughters ass cheeks.  Picking my head up a bit and looking towards the
nightstand I could see that it was 3:14.  Getting up and walking to the
closet and reaching overhead I brought down a light afghan.  Walking back
to the bed I lightly draped it over my little one and crawled back in bed
with her.  I drew her close and soon we were in a spooning position.  I
loved so much the joy and comfort of cuddling like this.  Brought back
memories of when my husband and I were still newlyweds.  The feeling of
being wanted and the security it brought.  Here I am smiling and hoping my
Daughter feels the same towards me right now" Quickly I drifted back to
sleep.

   Waking up next time I could see the morning sun shining through the
curtains.  Seems this is one area where my Daughter and I both agree and
that is plenty of natural sunshine.  I was gently kissing on the back of my
Daughters head when I felt her softly squeeze my arm.  "Morning sunshine,"
I said.

   "Morning Mother, Thank You for putting the blanket on me and holding me.
It felt so good waking up in your arms."

   Now my heart was rushing.  Perhaps this might be a prelude to us sharing
my old bed again?  Pulling the afghan back my Daughter started out of bed
and said, "Gotta go pee Mother."

   I watched her from behind as she went into the restroom.  Having not
closed the door I could hear her slow discharge into the toilet bowl. 
Hearing the toilet flush and watching her walk back in I knew by her wicked
grin that something was on her mind.

   "Mother I didn't wipe would you mind licking me clean?"

   That was a request though very unexpected, I would never refuse.  I
quickly got two pillows and put them together then motioned her unto the
bed and watched as she planted her head on them and spread her legs.  I
softly kissed her lips and went on to nibble on one then both of her
nipples.  Butterflies were running through my tummy as I could not wait to
taste my Daughter.  Finally, when I got between her legs I used light
kisses and small bites to introduce my mouth to her awaiting pussy.  Using
my tongue and making a long swath across her pussy I could taste the
saltiness of a morning pee.  Oh gawd I thought why does she not let me do
this more often?  Nestled comfortably I continued to use my tongue to
explore her little slit.  Looking up I could see her eyes closed and her
doing a bit of a squirm as she tugged on her nipples.  Raising my left arm
my hand soon found the one nipple.  I quickly locked it between my thumb
and forefinger.  Tweaking it gently, now my Daughter's hand was on mine as
she pushed it down on her breast.  Now my other arm extended to do the same
and receive the same reception.  I found myself pulling my head even
tighter into the valley where my Daughters sweet pussy was.  Having trouble
with my rapid breath my tongue was working feverishly up and down her slit.
Sucking hard I tried to get her tiny clit into my mouth.  I could barely
feel it, but then I thought I could feel it pulsating as well.  My
Daughters moans were more and more audible.  My lust and desire had now
become frenzy.  Deeper and deeper I tried to get my tongue into her
forbidden hole.

   "Yes Mother eat it.  Eat my fucking pussy.  Eat it like the slut you are
Mother.  YES YES YES eat it!  I want to cum in your mouth Mother hurry and
eat it.  OH gawd oh gawd oh gawd!"

   I could feel her body quiver quickly and soon she lay in a mass of oohs
and aahs.  Slowly I released her nipples.  Gently I pushed myself back and
sat on my elbows.  Looking down at me my little girl said, "Come here
Mother I want to see what my cum tastes like."

   Crawling up, I stopped again to nibble on her nipples, and then our lips
met.  She took my lower lip in her mouth and sucked away, and then did the
same with my upper lip.  Soon her tongue was forcing my mouth open. 
Eagerly I swallowed the little thing and returned the favor by shoving mine
into her mouth.  We rolled on our sides and swapped tongues and kisses for
quite a while.  Soon, embraced in each other's arms, we were both back
asleep.

   We probably only slept fifteen or twenty minutes but it was with a
perfect peace that we woke up.  I got up and took my morning shower.  I had
to reach down and rub to smell the sex between my legs.  How I needed to
cum.  I knew that a few quick flicks of my fingers and I would be off. 
Then I also knew that I was only allowed to cum when my Daughter allowed me
to.  The water felt good all over my body.  Washing my hair and rinsing it
I got out and dried off.  Using the blow drier I soon had my hair set the
way my Daughter liked it.  Going to my closet I rummaged through all my
shoes.  There I found a pair of five inch open toed pumps.  Shrugging my
shoulders I was hoping they would be pleasing to my Daughter.  Leaving my
room I was on my way down the stairs to fix my Daughter breakfast.

   I always get this nice hot feeling walking around with nothing but my
heels.  I love the way my tits feel as they bounce, and my ass as it makes
direct contact with another surface.  Of course the thought that any
orifice I have is always ready and available.  Then being in the kitchen
area I do need to put on my apron so as not to burn myself.  The old
seamstress, as usual, made me several outfits for cooking as well as
serving.  From the hall closet I grabbed an apron.  This particular one was
red (to match my shoes) and almost sheer, so naturally see through.

   Going through the fridge and I thought how it was a bit of a late
breakfast and that my Daughter may have a lot planned out for today?  No
telling what is going through her mind anymore.  Rummaging through the
refrigerator I pulled out some ham, cheese, an onion, tomato, and of course
some eggs.  Thinking to myself a quick omelet would work perfect this
morning.  Just add a few herbs and spices and almost a brunch like deal. 
Knowing my Daughter enjoyed fresh squeezed orange juice I began preparing
some as I turned on the coffee pot in hopes of some strong black coffee. 
Working like a short order cook I soon had everything in order and going.
Almost forgetting I pulled the wheat toast out and began to butter it. 
Opening up a jar of fresh apricot jelly I began to set my Daughters place
at the table.

   Either her instinct is good or my timing was right but no sooner than I
was putting the omelet into a serving plate and my Daughter appeared.  She
was totally nude and showing a glowing smile as well as her always so
beautiful body.  Pulling her chair out she was seated and I prepared her
plate.  Per usual once she was served I stood behind her to the left with
my hands clasped behind my back.  As I was serving her a second glass of
juice she finally spoke.

   "Well Mother I must admit that yesterday was a full day yet a very
fulfilling one as well.  Think we made a lot of headway in a few
departments.  I must admit Mother that you may end up spoiling me yet.  The
attention all day long, followed by attention to details in the bedroom. 
Only to be brought to a peak earlier this morning.  Mother I just so much
love when you pamper me so."

   Again I was blushing.  Thinking now everything is red including my face.


   "I Thank You for the compliment young Lady.  It is always my pleasure to
be of useful service to you."

   Now pushing her empty plate forward she replied, "You are welcome
Mother. You may finish what is left on the serving dish and drink two cups
of coffee, black of course.  Once the kitchen is in order I expect you to
be in the Den as we may discuss MY plans for the day."

   With that I helped her scoot her chair back and watched her exit the
kitchen.  Dying for a cup of coffee I poured a quick one and took a long
gulp.  Then knowing that I was restricted to only two cups I sat it down
and grabbed a plate and began to eat what was left over.  It was probably
forty five minutes later and my chores were done in the kitchen.  Trying to
slow down and finding the mirror I had hidden in the kitchen I looked at
myself and made sure I was presentable to my Daughter.  Once I was
confident it would meet her approval I exited the kitchen and went to see
what she had planned for the day ahead.  Entering the Den she was just kind
of kicking back reading some teen type of magazine.  Dropping her arm a bit
she peered over the magazine and asked, "Have you heard anymore from the
man in London about the movie we made yesterday?"

   "No Ma'am I have not looked at my emails as of yet."

   Swallowing hard I just realized I had addressed my Daughter as Ma'am. 
It was rather obvious that she had not missed it as the grin on her face
gave her away.  Waving me off she said, "Go check and let me know if it is
of any consequence."

   Walking into the hidden room I turned the computer on and waited for it
to reboot.  Looking through the one way mirror I could see my quite
innocent Daughter reading while the other hand went up and down across her
young slit.  Once online I went to check the emails.  There were eighteen
of them but only one that I was instructed to see.  Recognizing the address
I opened it up.  It was a simple one line question: Have you considered my
offer on the movie?  Going back to the Den I relayed what the email said
and waited for a response from my Daughter.  She laid the magazine on the
side of the couch and smiled again.

   "Do not reply to it Mother.  I think the movie may be worth all of that
plus a lot more.  Then I also feel that we may have more options coming our
way." With that she motioned me over to her.  "Spread your legs slut", she
said.

   Being an obedient Mother as well as servant I did as I was told. 
Reaching up she slowly slipped one finger into my pussy.  Working it in and
out I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter.

   "You know that you are getting a bit wet slut, do you not?" my Daughter
commented.

   "Yes Ma'am I am quite aware of that."

   Damn it I thought to myself there I went again.  Ma'am.

   "When was the last time you were allowed to orgasm slut?"

   Thinking back, it had been a few days.

   "Today is day number six since my last orgasm Ma'am."

   "Well slut would it interest you to lie on the floor and finger your
cunt like an old whore for me?"

   Now she was really making me wet.

   "Yes Ma'am it would feel wonderful to pleasure myself for you Ma'am."

   "Hhhmmmm I will have to remember that should I opt to watch you play."
With that she removed her finger from my now sopping cunt.  "We have a busy
day ahead of us now let's get to work."

   My emotions were crushed.  How could she be so cold to me?  I thought.
Then I no longer made decisions and awaited her next order.

   Now I found myself standing next to the slide in the park.  My Daughter
had me call Mandy and set up to meet her here.  Mandy had said that she
needed to get to her delivery job at a certain time but would love to meet
for an introduction and quick chat.  From the sound of her voice on the
phone I was quite sure that she was very eager to meet.  It was just a
little after two o'clock but there were not a whole lot of people at the
park.  Turning and staring back up at the slide I could just see my
Daughter getting ready to come down and me waiting to catch her.  Oh what a
marvelous time that had been as well as what has transpired since.

   "Uuuummm," I could hear someone clearing their throat as I was
daydreaming about the slide.  Turning quickly I saw that it was Mandy. 
Actually I was glad that she had recognized me as I would not have
recognized her.  Reaching my hand out I quickly said,

   "I am so glad that you were able to come and meet up with me." Pointing
towards an empty park bench I asked, "Would you like to go have a seat so
we can chat?"

   Walking towards the bench I carefully opened my purse and turned on the
tape recorder per my Daughter's orders.  As I was walking I could also see
her about one hundred feet away at another bench, spying on us.  I had been
told by my Daughter that while I was talking to Mandy that my legs were to
be spread no less than twelve inches at all times.  Knowing that she was
watching and would punish me should I fail to do as instructed I opted to
straddle the seat as this way there was no possibility of closing my legs.

   Earlier in the day she had also suggested that I paint my nails, fingers
and toes, a bright red which I most certainly wished to do.  As is now the
norm she told me what to wear and what not to wear.  So here I was sitting
at a park bench hair tied back and staring at Mandy.  I had used a minimum
of blush and had on a pair of big silver loop ear rings.  For a top my
Daughter had picked out a simple white cotton tee.  It hung to about my
midriff and accentuated my nipples.  Initially I was to wear a short
pleated skirt.  Then she changed her mind and decided on a denim skirt. 
This thrilled me as I have always thought that my greatest asset was my
long and luscious thighs.  Now that they were toned and my calves looking
as good as ever I wanted the world to see me.

   Yes I guess I am a bit of an exhibitionist.  Then why would I not be
proud as this is how my Daughter wished to see me.  Only thing is I wish
she would show me off more.  As to my shoes they were open type sandals on
a four inch wedge.  I loved the way they looked and felt.  Being only five
foot six in my bare skin this made me about 5'10" now.  Wow almost six feet
tall.  Then I did have some custom made shoes at home with six and even
seven inch heels for special occasions and entertaining.  As what not to
wear?  The normal bra and panties.

   So looking at Mandy I could see she was a bit nervous and possibly taken
aback with things.

   "Mandy are you OK?"

   "Yes Ma'am you just seem to have some type of effect on me."

   "Well I don't mean to.  Then I assume you do not leave your cell number
with all your deliveries do you?"

   I could both see and feel her starring straight at my tits.

   "Yes they are real as are the nipples of course.  Then I do work on them
standing out some.  I gather you approve of them?"

   "Yes Ma'am very much so I am almost envious of you and no I do not give
my cell number out easily." With that she began to blush and tried to look
away.

   "So tell me Mandy how do you like your job as a delivery girl?"

   She kind of shook her head no and then started to talk.  It was like she
really needed to talk to someone.

   "Actually I only started that job like four days ago.  The tips are so
so and well pay is minimum wage.  I really need to make some serious money
and need to do so quick."

   "Well what were you doing before you started delivering pizzas?"

   Now looking down at her lap and fidgeting, she kind of shrugged her
shoulders.  Looking back up at me she finally started in again.

   "Well I do want to be your friend and all so I guess I will need to
trust you and be honest.  I was working at the escort service.  Please
don't judge me till you hear me out?"

   Looking at her I nodded as if to say, "No, I will not judge you and yes
you can continue."

   "Well I guess you saw in the paper where it got raided by the FBI. 
Fortunately it was not on my shift so I was not involved.  I really
abhorred the thought of being an escort, but then the money was really
good. A couple of times I would make over three hundred a night."

   She looked up at me and smiled.  I smiled back and her story went on. 
It seems that she had just been accepted to a pre med school at a
University not far from here.  She had said that being the classes would be
much harder and the studying more intense there would be no time for
employment.  So if she could just make some money and save it, all would be
good.  The economy being in a downspin the amount of good jobs out there
were very limited.  She had applied to work at the local hospital.  Then it
turned out that the Lady in charge of hiring was an old girlfriend of her
Dad and they could not stand each other.  Going through the classifieds one
day she saw the ad, laughed and said me an escort?  Then later that day
after a couple more dead ends she said what the heck.

   She called and a time was set up for an interview and she was hired on
the spot.  She was told that the agency charged the men fifty dollars an
hour.  Of which she was to keep twenty.  The Lady also brought out some
photos of other girls and showed her how these girls made good money
because they knew how to dress to please.  Looking at them all she could
think was that they all looked like hookers and finally said that to the
one Lady.

   "Well we do not look at them like that," she replied.

   "Although what goes on with your date is all very much between the two
of you.  Some of these Ladies do make some excellent side money if you know
what I mean?  All we ask is that you be a Lady to a certain degree and you
will earn twenty dollars an hour when on our clock.  Does that all make
sense?"

   At the time she did not like the thought of loosening her morals so
much. Then she talked to a couple of the other girls and found out they do
not all go out and fuck the men, although some did.  So she took the job
and after a couple of weeks she was learning the ropes before the escort
service got busted.  I tried to assure her not to be embarrassed because a
girl has to do what she has to do.  I also told her that she had also best
be proud of herself working her way through college.

   "You like what you see?" I asked her.

   Biting her bottom lip she nodded yes and said nothing.  I knew that my
pussy area was all shining and clean, not to mention very soft as well.  I
was now getting a Brazilian Waxing once a month.  This morning my Daughter
had decided that it would be a good idea to use the epilator and rub myself
down with lotion.  Of course I always wanted to show all of my assets.  My
Daughter suggested using the pump on my clit as well.

   "Have you ever pumped your clit Mandy?"

   This seemed to have startled her and a total look of surprise overtook
her.

   "No Ma'am I don't even shave down there.  I am not sure why anyone would
do those things?"

   "Trust me Mandy should we become friends you will learn all about this
and lots more.  Do you want to touch it?"

   "Touch what?"

   "Well my pussy silly.  There is no one around.  Give it a good light
rub."

   Looking around she mumbled, "I have only touched mine and never another
girl's."

   I grabbed her hand and led it to my now moist cunt.  She offered no
resistance and slowly began to massage it.  Damn, I was thinking to myself,
what if she is to make me cum?  I had not asked my Daughter if I could. 
Then I never thought this would happen or at least not this fast.  You
could hear a couple of kids running by it sounded like they were playing
tag or some such game.  Becoming aware she jerked her hand back and away.
She did not take her eyes away from my crotch.

   "Go ahead" I told her, "Smell my juices and then taste them."

   She did as she was told and smiled.

   "I do not believe what I just did.  I have never touched another woman
much less taste her."

   "Well was it all that bad?"

   "No Ma'am!  Scary yes but not bad at all."

   "Are you attracted to me Mandy?"

   "Right now I am just very confused, that's all."

   Reaching to her back pocket she pulled out her cell phone to check the
time.

   "Darn I have to be at work shortly.  I am going to have to go."

   She stood up, still appraising all of me.  I just love when my body is
being admired.

   "Would you be interested in us getting to know each other better?"

   She shrugged her shoulders as if to say I don't know and said.  "I have
never been with a woman so I am not sure if this is right or not."

   "To be perfectly honest with you Mandy I have only been with one other
female.  Should we get along we may become friends with benefits.  If not
we can still be friends."

   Would she ever be in for a shock when she found out who the other female
was?

   "By the way I may know where there might be another job opening that
will pay far more than delivering pizzas should you be interested?"

   "Yes I would be most interested.  Like I said I really need to make some
good money."

   "Well let me mention it to my boss and see if there is anyplace she
might be able to use you."

   "I would really appreciate that.  Hate to be rude but I have to get
going."

   "Keep your phone on.  I will be calling you later today."

   She smiled and waved and was off to delivering pizzas.  Looking across
towards my Daughter I could see her talking with Lupe.  It seems like
things were panning out well again.  So I sat back down hoping someone
would walk by so I could flash them.

   "Lupe, want to make a quick fifty?"

   "Of course I do Leslie, what a question.  What do I have to do and what
does he look like?"

   My Daughter tried not to laugh and shook her head.

   "No Lupe nothing like that, this is all legit, well almost anyways."

   A few months ago her Mom's boyfriend had tried to pimp her out to his
friends a couple of times.  All she did was a few hand jobs till her Mom
found out.  It was not much longer that he got picked up and deported back
to Mexico.

   "So what do I have to do?"

   "Just deliver a small package."

   "That's all and I get fifty bucks?"

   "Well I may want you to dress a bit special as well."

   "OK I trust you tell me what you want."

   My Daughter then went on to explain that she wanted Lupe to ride her
bike over to a certain residence and deliver a package.  She then reached
down and handed it to her.

   "So how do I need to dress?"

   "First I want you to put your hair up high in two ponytails.  Use some
bows on them as well.  You know that skimpy blouse you have with the two
ponies on it, put that on.  Those shorts that are too tight for you that
you were going to throw away, do you still have them?"

   She nodded that she did.

   "Well wear those as well.  Put on your blue converse teeny shoes and
some knee high socks to match."

   "That is all I have to do and I get fifty dollars?"

   "Yes that is all Lupe."

   With that my Daughter stood up and fished the fifty dollar bill from her
back pocket and handed it over to Lupe.  Her dark black eyes lit up.

   "Wow this is the best ever, Thanks."

   "No Lupe Thank You, I will call you later."

   My Daughter knew perfectly well what the reaction might be when Lupe
would show up ringing her door bell.  Although they were in the same grade
Lupe was but a mere 4'10".  Then being dressed like my Daughter had told
her she would easily pass for a nine or ten year old.

   As Lupe left we both started walking towards the car, both of us
smiling. It would be a very interesting day.

   I was reaching to open the door when I heard my Daughter bark at me,
"Hey slut what's your hurry?  No one said you could get into the car so
easily."

   Turning and looking at her I bowed my head.  "Sorry Ma'am I was not
thinking.  I did not mean to upset you."

   "Well maybe you did not mean to upset me but then as usual you were only
thinking of yourself.  Take your skirt off and take it off now," She
demanded.

   Looking around I could not see anyone up close.  A few minutes ago I
wanted to flash some stranger and now here I am feeling so humiliated. 
What if someone was to drive up or something?  Being a dutiful and obedient
Mother I did as I was told.  As I was slowly slipping the skirt below my
hips I saw her start to fumble with her bag some.  Having my skirt off I
folded it and placed it on the hood of the car.  Turning and looking at her
I could see her cruel smile so at least that was some comforting relief? 
We had parked underneath a large Oak tree to help keep the car cool.  Then
I now also learned as to why she had me park there.

   "OK Mother you were acting like a bitch in heat with Mandy a few minutes
ago, were you not?"

   I did not know how to respond.  Yes I was all hot and bothered but then
a bitch in heat that is going a little far I assumed?

   "Hey cunt I asked you a question are you going to answer it?"

   She had never called me cunt before.  Then the fact that my Daughter was
using the word made me tingle all over.  I can remember when I used to
loathe the word cunt.  Now it brought some tingle and excitement to me.

   "Yes this cunt was making herself appear as a bitch in heat with Mandy.
I do ask your forgiveness I am not sure what came over me earlier."

   "I know what came over you the simple fact that you are a whore and wish
to do as you please.  You are my property and you live only to serve me. 
Is that perfectly clear Mother?"

   "Yes I am so sorry to have made the mistake of advancing on Mandy.  I
also know that my one reason for living is to serve and be an obedient
slave to my Daughter."

   This time there was a big wide smile on my Daughters face.  She knew
that she had broken me down a bit more in my submission.  Then at the same
time I felt a bit more comfort and ease in my situation.

   "OK since you wanted to act like a bitch in heat walk over to that
tree." she said, pointing at it.

   Approaching the tree I then turned and faced her.

   "Now hike your leg up and piss on the trunk to mark your spot you
worthless bitch."

   "I am sorry but I do not need to pee."

   "Well Mother you will stay like that, your leg hiked up, until you do
pee all over the trunk of that tree.  I have the rest of the afternoon."

   With that she put on her headphones and was listening to some kind of
music.  I could not believe it.  I felt a very slow stream of moisture
working its way down my inner thigh.  My Daughter had me so fucking hot,
pussy juice was running down.  Here I was, in public, one leg jacked up
against this tree trunk.  I should be running away and trying to hide. 
Then I knew I was doing all of this because my Daughter told me to.  Then
the thought of being caught like this made it even hotter.

   After about a minute I felt the urge slowly approaching me.  Now this
dilemma was totally new.  I could pee but did not want to because I was so
much enjoying the humiliation my Daughter was putting me through.  Then on
the other hand my Daughter told me to take a piss against the tree trunk.
What to do?  With that I could feel the slow pee starting to exit my cunt.
Then as I pushed a little harder the stream became fuller and now my piss
was splashing against the tree trunk and then bouncing back on me.  The
piss time was but a few seconds then the opening up and gushing was very
exhilarating.  I felt that one mere touch of my pussy lips and I would cum
long and hard.  Breaking the trance I was in I heard my Daughter yell out
at me again.

   "Well bitch a job well done.  You did a good job of marking your
territory.  Now put your leg down and come over here."

   She now had her head phones off and was standing by the front of the
SUV.

   "Lift your leg and set your foot on the bumper whore."

   Doing as I was told I soon saw her pulling some clothespins from her
bag. Slowly I could feel her attaching them to my pussy lips.  One, two,
three, and then four on one side.  Then she proceeded to put four more
clothespins on my other lip.  Suddenly I let out a slight yelp only
followed by my Daughters laughter.  She had totally caught me off guard
when she grabbed and jerked my clit.  Then I felt the sharp bite as she
attached another clothespin directly to my clit.  Watching her again she
now produced a roll of duct tape.  Pulling a strip of tape and tearing it
she stuck it to my thigh.  Then she tore a second piece of equal length. 
Pulling one set of clothespins back she taped my pussy lip wide open.  Tape
in place she did the same to the second one.  Looking up at me she smiled a
big wicked smile.  Then she gave a quick jerk to the clothespin on my clit.


   Standing as she spit at me she said, "I am tired Mother would you mind
taking me home?"

   "It would be my pleasure Ma'am."

   With that I was fumbling for my keys as a scooted to the passenger's
side door.  Opening it up I watched my Daughter get in.  Walking back to
open my door and get in I was thinking what has gotten into you?  Now my
mind went to racing and I quickly got in.  Starting the SUV up I began
backing up.  Looking in my rearview mirror I could see where a convertible
with four kids was pulling up about fifty feet from us.  I backed up and
put the SUV in drive.  Glancing off to the side I could see the two boys
and two girls getting out.  All I could think was you lucky bitch you.  I
was so very close to being caught.  Then what would it have been like to
actually get caught?

   Looking at my Daughter she had her headphones back on and her panties
pulled aside.  She had her little egg type vibe going up and down her slit
with a big grin of satisfaction.  Pulling to the road I looked both ways
then down to my crotch.  There a nice wet stain on the upholstery.  Looking
forward I thought OH shit!  I had forgotten my skirt on the hood.  I rolled
the window down and leaned forward.  Luckily I could reach them without
getting out of the SUV.  Turning into the street I glanced at my Daughter.
Now her eyes were open and she shook her head as she grinned at me.  Gawd I
thought I just love this situation so much.

   I drove in silence, about a thousand questions running through my mind
at the same time.  Finally I drove into the driveway and looked at my
Daughter.  She quickly looked around the neighborhood and then nodded
towards the door.  Oh my gawd!  I thought.  I quickly grabbed my purse and
skirt and opened the door.  As I was almost to the entrance I remembered
having left the keys in the ignition.  Quickly turning I went back to the
car and got in to grab the keys as a car was passing by.  A quick honk from
their horn and I could see it was the Clarks from down the street.  Shit, I
thought to myself, you almost got caught again.  Then I could feel more
moisture in my lips.  Why do I love this?  I thought.  Running back I
started to unlock the door for my Daughter waiting there.  Reaching down
she rubbed my now pulsing pussy.

   "Mother you are soaking wet.  What a disgusting whore you are."

   I did not know what to say as I followed her in.  Once in the Den she
turned and said, "Go get me a root beer in a glass with ice.  Today your
drink will come fresh from the tap.  On second thought I will follow you to
the kitchen."

   Me in the lead I went to the kitchen and quickly prepared her drink.  I
knew what she had in store for me and was patiently waiting.

   "Take your top off Mother and come here," She commanded

   Doing as I was told I was quickly before her.  Opening her bag she
pulled out even more clothespins.

   "There Mother," She said and then pointed to the clothespins.  "I want
to watch you put four on each of your fat tits and then one on each
nipple."

   My pussy lips were already throbbing not to mention the discomfort my
clit was starting to give me.  Being obedient I began to place the
clothespins on.  My Daughter watched as I tormented myself, grinning and
drinking her root beer.  I finished and stood before her my hands clasped
behind my back.  As she sipped on her drink she also managed to drop her
shorts to the floor along with her panties.  Her drink now finished, she
pulled herself up on the table and spread out wide.  I needed no
instructions as we had done this before.  Only now it is becoming more and
more regular.  I hovered in till my tongue was opening my Daughters wet
slit and with my mouth planted there I waited.  For what seemed like an
eternity, probably about five seconds, I finally felt the first hot gush of
her piss.  Hungrily I drank it as fast as I could.  Only now she seemed to
be peeing as hard as she could and there was just no way I could keep up
with her.  Finally the piss eased to a final dribble or two.  After she
rolled over I saw the small puddle on the kitchen table.  As she stepped
onto a chair I heard her laugh and then her voice.

   "Oh Mother you can be such a slob.  Using your mouth and tongue suck and
clean the table till it is spotless.  Once you have accomplished that you
may remove all of the clothespins.  I will be waiting for you in the Den."

   It took little time to finish slurping and licking up my Daughters piss.
Immediately my hand went down to remove the clothespin from my clit.  As I
eased up on it the sharp pain it shot through my body was unbelievable. 
Grasping for breath I had to pull a chair out and sit down.  Very slowly I
pulled the duct tape off and one by one removed the other eighteen
clothespins.  The entire process took about ten minutes but when I was
finished I was still having trouble catching my breath and my forehead was
sweating.  Getting up I grabbed a kitchen towel and dabbed myself dry. 
Trying to get some composure I walked to the Den to wait on my Daughter.

   "Well you took long enough Mother," She reprimanded.

   "I apologize but the clothespins were very painful.  That is why it took
so long to pull them off."

   "Then would you prefer that I no longer use clothespins on you?"

   "My only thought in life is pleasing you.  If you enjoy using
clothespins on me then I am happy."

   With that she smiled, "OK now go check the computer for any messages."

   I went into the hidden room and booted the computer.  Looking through
the one way mirror I could see my Daughter on her cell phone.  Not a whole
lot of email but the usual spam and junk mail mixed in.  About the only
thing of interest was another email from our man in London.  This one
seemed more urgent than the last.  I shut the computer down and went back
into the Den.

   "Was there anything of interest Mother?"

   "Only the one man from London about the tape you made.  Now he says that
he is willing to offer nine thousand for the tape."

   I could see her grin.  She knew we were in the driver's seat.

   "Wait a couple of hours then email him back and tell him we have another
interested party."

   I nodded yes and she motioned me to sit.  As was now my pleasure I sat
on the floor at her side.

   "I just got off the phone with Lupe.  She made the delivery.  She said
could not believe the expression on Mrs.  Jones' face when she answered the
door.  Then she said she handed the package to Mrs.  Jones and told her
special delivery.  She said that as she was back on her bike she turned as
she rode off.  Said Mrs.  Jones was still standing there and waving as she
left.  What do you think Mother?"

   Well there really was not a whole lot to think about.  Earlier this
morning, per my Daughters instructions, I made some pictures from the
secretly shot video.  One was from her initially greeting my Daughter at
the door.  Another was her finding and licking my Daughters panties.  Then
how could one leave out Mrs.  Jones putting them in HER purse.  And finally
the passionate parting kiss at the doorway.  I placed them in a manila
envelope with a note attached.  "Would you be interested in watching the
movie?" is all it said.

   When that was all said and done my Daughter had me fetch a mixing bowl
from the kitchen.  When I had returned to the Den she handed me a pair of
lime green panties embroidered in pink with a fish and the caption "I LOVE
SUSHI".  Since I had not been to the bathroom that morning she had me squat
over the bowl and relieve myself.  I then soaked her panties in the bowl
and put them in a quart size Ziploc bag.  This time another note, "There
are more where these came from.  Interested?"

   I smiled as I looked up at her.  I guess you could say we were both
beaming right then and there.

   "I think my Daughter is one sharp cookie and I am so proud to be serving
you.  Looks like you will get every penny possibly more from the man in
London.  Mrs.  Jones should be most interested in talking about her "real"
interest in Girl Scouts and more perhaps?"

   "Yes Mother I think you might be right on both counts.  Let's go
upstairs and take a short nap."

   Once we were lying on the bed we soon assumed the spooning position I so
loved.  Quickly I was off to sleep.  We probably slept about half of an
hour.  When she awoke we exchanged a couple of soft subtle kisses.  She had
a plan for the rest of the day.  We got up and both got into the shower
after I had her all soaped and lathered I washed and rinsed her hair and
then her entire body over again.  I dried her off rubbed soft nice scented
oil over her entire body.  She had opted while I was combing her hair out
that I pull it all back and put it in a single braid.  I went back to
finish my shower and get ready to take my Daughter to Lupe's.  After I
finished setting my hair the way my Daughter liked it I went back to the
Master bedroom.

   "Mother this has been a good couple of days.  Why don't you get Mandy on
the phone and see if she will come visit you later tonight?" I was a bit
excited as this change was totally unexpected.  Nodding yes I went to find
my cell phone and give Mandy a call.

   On about the fifth ring I heard Mandy's voice,

   "Hello."

   "Hey Mandy what are you up to?" I started off.

   "Hey it's great to hear from you.  Been thinking about a lot of things
from this morning.  I was hoping that you would call me like you said. 
Pizza orders have been slow and the tips suck right now.  What are you up
to?"

   "Well I have got the house to myself tonight, my Daughter is going to
her friends for a sleep over, and I was wondering if you might want to stop
by after work we can chill out, chat a bit, maybe share a bottle of wine or
a couple beers?"

   "Wow that all sounds so good but if I do not make a couple more bucks I
will not have enough gas money to get to your place."

   "Get your vehicle over here after work and I will make sure you have
enough money for gas to get home.  I kind of want to spend some time with
you.  You know like I said earlier get to know each other better and see
where it all goes.  No pressure or anything just hang out and let things
flow."

   "Well I am supposed to get off at eight so it will be about a half hour
to your place.  I could really use some time not thinking about my finances
and lousy job and such."

   "Well you get here and I will make sure that you are pampered like you
deserve to be.  I will call you around eight to make sure everything is a
go."

   "OK sounds good see you later.  Talk back with you soon."

   "Bye Mandy I will be here waiting."

   With that I hung up and looked over at my Daughter.

   "OK Mother I don't want Lupe waiting on me let's go."

   On the way out I grabbed my purse and we were out the door.

   Driving to Lupe's, I had never been to her house before.  My Daughter
started to explain how her and Lupe were going to go see some movie at the
mall.  And then find something to eat and just chill out at her house.  It
all sounded like a normal night for two teenage girls.  In the back of my
mind I thought of boys and such and asked about Lupe's mom.  She said that
she did not know if she would be around or not as she worked odd jobs and
such to support herself and her daughter.  I dropped her off and gave her
some money for the evening.  Then I went to the local convenience store and
picked up a couple of things.

   That was a couple of hours ago I was now in the recliner kicking back
quite languidly killing time before I called Mandy back.  As my mind was
working I went back to thinking about the last couple of days.  First was
my Daughter getting ass fucked by the black man.  Even now every time I
thought about it I would tingle a bit and feel moisture in my crotch.  How
I hoped my Daughter would let me experience the type of fucking she was
given at some period of time.  Then there was the episode at our house with
Mrs.  Jones.

   Never in a million years did I think anything could have been played off
so perfectly.  She took the bait, my Daughter's panties.  And everything
fell into place and we had a short video to prove it.  Having had Lupe
deliver the package to Mrs.  Jones it was just a matter of time before she
would pay my Daughter another visit.  That situation would prove most
interesting I knew.  How could I forget about the movie my Daughter and the
black man had made?  Now I was quite positive that the $10,000.00 asking
price was well in reach.  Then thinking along the same lines as my Daughter
Mrs.  Jones may even have some connections in her world?  So far we still
did not know a lot of her world although it seems most of the rumors we had
heard in town may all be true.  Those involving her genuine interest in
little girls, that is.

   My clothing for the evening had been picked out for me by my Daughter.
The custom seven inch spike stilettos were what I was to adorn my feet in.
She had picked out a sheer Teddy for me to wear and nothing else.  Yes not
the normal way to greet a new friend, but then Mandy had enjoyed what she
saw when she delivered the pizza and seemed more than interested at the
park earlier.  My Daughter had given me permission, as well as orders, in
regards to my having an orgasm.  Of course I was on my honor here.  She
said I could cum only if it was from Mandy eating my cunt.  If I could
persuade her to do that then it was anything and everything from there. 
Plus she said I could use the Master bedroom.

   Then I was thinking back a bit about the conversation my Daughter and I
had in regards to Mandy.  I had always been a bit interested in
gyno/medical play.  I've had lots of really nasty thoughts.  Like being
strapped to the table having a speculum in my ass, and maybe another
spreading my cunt, forceps on my lips and nipples.  And then I imagined the
Wartenburg wheel rolling over my tits, and having to take an enema or two.
I thought of having a sound inserted in me, and maybe a catheter to empty
me.  The thought of some needle play sounded wicked.  Yes my Daughter and I
thought should Mandy open up a bit to us we might just find a way to all
explore together as well as getting a different kink going.  Looking at
videos on line I knew there was a huge medical fetish market out there.

   Glancing at the clock I saw it was time to call Mandy and make sure she
was able to come over.  Picking up my phone I smiled to myself.  Yes I
thought life has not always been this way.

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