Title: A More Deserving Lover
Keywords: fF, mat, cheat, teen, inc, mom, daughter, fdom, spank, bond
Author: Caesar
Summary: A mother discovers things about her daughter, and herself, that she never suspected.
 




Prince Absalom lay with his sister
And bundled and nibbled and kissed her,
        But the kid was so tight,
        And it was deep night --
Though he shot at the target, he missed her.

A More Deserving Lover

by Caesar, copyright 2003

Edited by Isaac Newton, circa 2006, Revision 1.1

$Revision: 1.5 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $

I stood in shock in the open doorway of the kitchen with two arms full
of brown-bagged groceries for my family.

There, on the couch in the living room, mere meters away from me, sat
Lori Johanson, my daughter's long-time best friend, with her pleated,
navy blue, school skirt up about her waist and her bare heels shoved
into the cushions.  My daughter was kneeling on the carpet before her,
wearing white lace thigh-high stockings and a black leather studded
collar about her throat.  There was a leather leash attached to the
collar and Lori held it wrapped about her hand.  My daughter was
leaning into the spread thighs of her teenage friend with her face
pressed right into the dark curves there.  Lori's free hand held my
daughter's face against her loins.  My daughter had her wrists bound
behind her with what looked like another stocking.

"Get your tongue up there, you fucking skank!"  Lori was shoving my
daughter's face forcibly down into her groin, and I had little doubt
what that meant, what Jessica was doing with her lips and her tongue.

The first reaction I had was that my daughter Jessica was getting
raped, that this scene was a monstrous crime against my own flesh and
blood happening right in my own house!  But then I quickly remembered
the strange phone calls from Lori.  They would come at all hours, and
Jessica would just pick up and run out of our home to meet her friend.
No, this had to be consensual, regardless of the leash and the forcing
of the top of my daughter's head.

'Perhaps she's been coerced,' I prayed.  She had always been a sweet,
introverted girl that was as perfect a daughter as any parent could
ask for.  I dreaded when she started to date boys, worrying that her
calm polite demeanour would be taken advantage of by some of the
bastards that roamed our neighbourhood.  I never considered that it
would be her 'cool' friend Lori that I should have worried about
instead.

Lori was shoving her slim hips into my daughter's wiggling face and
grunting like some disgusting animal.  The words came out of me as a
forceful screech, "Release my daughter, Lori!"  The bags of groceries
dropped from my arms to the carpet below with a loud bang; I just
wasn't concerned about breakage at a time like this.

Lori's face changed from one of sneering lust to surprise and horror.
Her head tilted towards me, staring directly into my furious gaze.
Her thin thighs were still spread, and my daughters face still lay
between them.  Jessica could not draw more than a few centimetres away
from the loins before her due to the leash being so tight, but she was
able to turn her head enough to look at me out the corner of her eyes,
over the her best friend's thin teenage thigh.

I stomped into my own living room and wildly swung my arm, my hand
trying to slap Lori.  Only the tip of my fingers grazed her face, but
she jerked her head as if she had received the full force of the blow.
I heard a muffled 'Mom...no...' as I forcefully reached down to the
hand holding the leash attached to my daughters throat and violently
ripped it from Lori's grip.  Lori sat dumbly, her face still pale and
stricken.

As I let the tail end of the leash fall to the floor at my feet, I
looked down to see my daughter lifting her face from between those
thin shapely thighs, her face coated with clear thick juices.  Seeing
the pink wetness of Lori's loins as well my daughter's stricken,
soaked face told me that all my suspicious had been correct.

"Go to your room, Jessica!"

My daughter sat back on her heels and screamed up at me, showing anger
for the first time since my appearance.

"No, mom!"

She had never seen me this enraged, and I do not think I had ever
heard her scream out like that before.  It was a day of firsts for us,
and I wished it had never come.

Looking once again at Lori, I realized that her pink wetness was now
completely exposed since my daughter had vacated her earlier position.
I roughly kicked one of her knees; she closed it in reaction to my
unbalanced swing.

"Get out of my house, you slut!"

Lori's eyes were wide as they stayed glued to mine; she sat frozen in
horror.  Although it was not until a long time later that I came to
realize it, there were even tears starting in her eyes.

"Please, mom..!"

I grabbed Lori's long straight hair and used it to yank her off the
couch.  She screamed and clawed at my fist-full of hair,
unsuccessfully.  It had to have been very painful and quite
humiliating.  But it was nothing compared to what I wanted to do to
this teenage temptress!  Jessica screamed from behind me, but I was
well-trained in ignoring her.

When I let go of Lori's hair, she fell to the carpeted floor on her
knees staring up at me in shock and terror.  A second later, she
seemed to recover, scrambled up to her feet, and practically ran for
the door.

"Lori!  No, mom... please...!"

Lori opened it and was through before I reached the same doorway,
slamming it shut on the comical sight of her running, as fast as her
bare feet could carry her, down our lane.

I turned about and strode back into the living room to confront my
near-nude daughter, who was still kneeling where I had left her, her
eyes over-flowing with tears.

"Jessica...?"

My anger was finally ebbing away from me, leaving shock and
uncertainty. My body trembled with barely-contained grief.  I sat on
the couch, the same place that Lori had perched, and bent over to
untie my daughter's wrists.  Jessica pulled away before I could finish
and awkwardly climbed to her feet.

"You bitch... I hate you!"

My daughter ran deeper into our home, most likely into her room -
every teenage girl's sanctuary.

Finally, I was able to sit in silence with the very recent memory of
what I had just witnessed flowing through my consciousness.  My
breathing was coming fast and with difficulty.  I consciously told my
heart to slow down and my breathing with it.  The trembling of my body
subsided and my reasoning returned.

'My god - what had happened here?  I mean, more than the obvious.
Jessica had been bound, forced to use her mouth on that... slut!'

Before this day, these very last moments, lesbianism never entered
into my life.  I knew no homosexuals, and I never considered other
women as sexual partners.  Of course I knew it existed, and I knew
others, possibly even people I knew, practiced it, but I had never
been exposed to such sexual practices.

At least, not until today.

I then thanked god that my husband Dan had not come home instead of
me, that he had not been a witness to his daughter's debauchery and
filth.  I shuddered to consider how he might have handled it with his
near- violent temper.  Yes, as badly as I handled it, it was much
better than if Jessica's father had arrived instead.

And I had handled it incorrectly.  What if Jessica was a lesbian;
shouldn't I support her in that decision?  Is it a decision or just
misguided sexual delusion?

And what about the vile words that Lori had spouted, the collar and
leash? I knew enough to know that lesbians did those acts, probably as
commonly as heterosexuals.  Or as rarely, as the case may be.  In my
marriage, we never acted that way; we made love, whenever Dan felt
like it, but with no leather leashes attached to my neck and no one
calling me vile names.

It was an unthinkable and humiliating way to act.

Thinking about my own love-life sparked my anger anew, and I had to
fight away the familiar emotions evoked by those thoughts. Dan did not
feel like making love to his wife, me, anymore - only once in the last
six months.  That was hard for a woman, for me, to take: the lack of
interest from the man I loved.  Given those circumstances, what woman
would not question her sexuality, her appeal to the man to whom she
was bound by vows for her whole life?  The situation was made even
more difficult by the feelings of passion that I was enduring now that
I was into my 'sexual peak,' as the books I'd read liked to call it.
My fantasies would have made a ten dollar whore blush, I was sure.

There on the floor was a white cotton panty, obviously hastily
discarded.  I leaned over and picked it up in one hand wondering to
whom it belonged, my daughter or Lori?

Yes, I could have handled this differently.  What if I had retreated
at the initial sight in my living room and then come back into my home
as soon as I guessed they were finished?  What if I had waited until
later, when I was alone with my daughter, and then spoken to her as
only her mother can?  I would have gotten replies then, not my
daughter screaming at me and telling me she hated me.

I sighed at the realization that I had to go up to my daughter's room
to finish what I had abruptly started.  Besides, Jessica's hands might
still be bound behind her back and I needed to release her.

Normally, I would have left my daughter to calm herself over a period
of time and then confronted her rationally and calmly.  That was the
only formula that I had found to work with my teenage daughter.  I
knew my emotions were not fully in check yet, but I had little choice.
Dan was due home in ninety minutes, and a daughter, bound and wearing
stockings, would be a little more than he, or I to be honest, could
bear right then.

I strode up to my daughter's closed bedroom door and knocked lightly.

"Jessica, may I come in?" My voice was nothing if not calm and
polite - a ruse, mind you, but a necessary one.

Nothing.

"Please, honey.  I'm not mad anymore."  Which was not completely true,
but I told myself that I had to calm down if I was to get through the
next few minutes without scarring my relationship with my daughter
forever.  My voice, this time, held a little desperation that I
recognized too late.

I heard a sniffle behind the door and turned the knob, half expecting
to find it locked.  But it wasn't, and I opened the door a crack.  I
could see the back of my daughter's lace-covered calves as she lay
facing away from the door on her bed.

"Honey?"

"Come in, mom."  Jessica's voice sounded cold, distant.

Perhaps I had lost her already.

I came in and sat down by my daughter's feet, facing the doorway.  The
alternative was to sit facing her nudity, and that was nothing less
than disrespectful, especially after what had transpired minutes ago
between us.

No sound came from either of us for several seconds before I broke the
awkward silence and asked, "I found some panties on the living room
floor...?"

"They are Lori's."

I dropped them from my hand, as if they were on fire, to the messy
floor about my daughter's bed.  This was another nail in the coffin,
proof that my daughter may, indeed, be a lesbian.

"Jessica, honey...?"

She blurted out, understanding me without my needing to say a word,
showing that she knew me better than I knew her, "I'm not a lesbian,
Mom."

My first reaction was to release the tension and let out a ragged
breath of thankfulness.  Then I realized that what I had intruded upon
might have been something more sinister.  Had my daughter been taken
by force after all?

I turned to look at her prostrate form for the first time since
entering the room.  She was as naked as when she had left me.  She was
wearing white lace stockings with nothing else, except that other
stocking still bound over one wrist.  Evidently, I had loosened it
enough earlier for her to escape her binding.  The long thin body
looked very feminine lying there on its side; the sleek, teenage
female curves covered with her tight, youthful, perfect skin was a
sight to entice any man that still breathed.

Not for the first time, I felt jealousy seep into my heart; not
towards my daughter, mind you, but towards time.  My daughter only
reminded me of what I once had, what I would never have again.

"Please sit up, honey?"

Jessica looked at me over her shoulder as if deliberating the risk in
doing as I asked, then slickly rolled up into a sitting position with
her knees together and her heels beneath her bottom, on the opposite
side of the bed from me.

"Can you tell me about what I saw?"

She shrugged but stayed silent, her eyes no longer daring to look at
me.  Perhaps she was fearful of my reading her, as she so easily seems
to do with me?

"Please, Jessica?"  I let out the pleading sound in my voice on
purpose this time.

"You wouldn't understand, mom."  It was spoken calmly, as if we were
talking about the latest teenage fashions.

I tried to laugh bravely but it only came out as a short grunt, "I
have been married for more years than you have been alive young lady;
there is nothing that you can say that would surprise me."  I was not
so sure.

"Lori loves me, mom...!"

I interrupted, "I'm sure she does!"  My anger was obvious in that
short response.

Jessica shook her head negatively, "Not like that, mom."  My daughter
swallowed thickly and then crawled lithely upon her bed to kneel
directly next to me - her arms coming around my shoulders for a firm
hug.  My hands came up and wrapped around her thin bare torso, pulling
her possessively towards me; my emotions threatened to overwhelm me.

This was my darling daughter, for god's sake!  No matter what she may
have done.

With her cheek upon my shoulder, she whispered, "Have you ever felt
something that you know most people would never understand?"

I had no idea what my daughter was talking about.  "Like what, honey?"

Having her in my arms was rejuvenating my spirit, giving me hope for a
resolution to this disastrous afternoon.

"Sexual things."

It was strange hearing her say those two words in a whispered little-
girl voice; it caused goose-bumps to appear upon my arms.

Through the last few years of my marriage, I had had fantasies, both
when alone and, more frequently as of late, when I was mentally idle.
Some of those fantasies were very erotic, and I would never have
revealed them to another human being alive.  The vividness of my
imagination was shocking, even to myself.  Though I really did not
understand her question, I answered affirmatively with a reluctant nod
of my head.

"And have you ever feared that if you told someone of your desires,
they would use them against you?"  I could feel my daughter's head
turning to look at me from my shoulder, possibly trying to read me.

I understood that this moment was pivotal in our continued
relationship together, and I resolved to control my anger, to calmly
face anything my daughter revealed.

I thought back.  Once, a few years before, I had successfully
suggested to Dan that we have intercourse with me on my knees facing
away from him.  We both enjoyed it very much.  I became overconfident
about our relationship, and during one later love-making session in
that position, I had begged him to spank me, another of my fantasies.
He was surprised, but he struck my wide, round ass until I orgasmed
mightily. Afterwards, we lay sated and, pleased with myself, I
suggested to Dan that he could do whatever he wanted with my 'ass'.
He had asked what I meant, and I shyly revealed another fantasy -
that I would love to be buggered like a teenage boy. My husband was
shocked and stormed from our bed.  Since then, we have never ever
coupled in that position again.

You see, I had taken a chance and revealed something that could change
the way my husband thought about me.  It was unsuccessful, and I was
nothing less than humiliated and embarrassed.  Since that moment in
our marriage, I had never again revealed the dark fantasies within my
mind and heart, to my husband or anyone else alive.

So, I could answer more honestly this time, "Yes. I know what that
feels like, honey."

My daughter silently mulled my answers for a brief moment before her
arms hugged my heavy-set form more firmly.  She seemed to have come to
some conclusion about me in our confrontation, but I was no less
confused and a little nervous.

"If I tell you something, mom, will you promise that it stays between
us?"

What answer could any mother give? "Of course, honey."

"Lori was helping me, mom.  She..."

"Helping you?"  I could not keep the surprised shriek from my voice.
Lori had been getting oral sex from my daughter; if anything, I would
have thought that it was Jessica that had been helping Lori.

My daughter continued over my outburst: "... knows my secret.  And she
knows what could happen if my secret is ever let out."

The mystery of the conversation was building, and I had no idea what
the climax would entail.  I forced myself to stay silent.  What could
this secret of Jessica's be?  I had to sit silently and endure until
my beautiful, darling daughter took me completely into her confidence.

"I am...", this was it; this would be the key to this strange
afternoon.  I held my breath as Jessica paused, steeling her courage,
"... a submissive, mom."

A what?  "'Submissive'?"

"Now you must understand what guys, and some gals, my age would do if
they found out my secret?"

I did not understand.  I had no idea what she meant by 'submissive' or
why it could not be told to others.

Jessica pulled her head back so that our faces were a breath away from
each other as she looked deeply into my eyes.  She saw my confusion,
my uncertainty, and she looked a little saddened by the fact.

"I find pleasure in being used, mother; it doesn't matter if it's a
girl, a guy or an object. I can't help how strongly it affects me."

A light went off in my head, and I started to understand.

"I told Lori years ago, and she was sympathetic but distant; until she
saw how I seemed to be uncontrollable around some of the biggest jerks
at school.  How I was unable to deny their demands and was being used
and passed around by them."

I felt a stone in my stomach threaten to bring up my lunch and had to
swallow thickly to still my nausea.  My little girl...used in that
way!

"Lori took me under her control, and I was never so happy, mother.  I
cried with joy that she knew what I needed.  Suddenly I could not be
used by others, as I was owned my someone that understood me and that
loved me."

I felt like crying and throwing up at the same time.  This little
story was nothing less than tragic, and it made my own story of sexual
neglect in my marriage pale in comparison.  I felt as if, somewhere, I
had failed.  A mother is supposed to protect her daughter from the
evils of the world.  But what would I have done if my daughter had
come to me years ago, explaining her inability to deny the lusts of
others?  I barely understood what she was telling me now, after seeing
it with my own eyes earlier in the living room.

And what had she meant by 'owned'?

I saw that there were tears in Jessica's eyes, a stream was running
down both cheeks.  "Lori told me months ago that it would kill her if
anyone found out about our relationship, about what we did."  My
daughter laughed suddenly and then went silent before continuing, "She
told me that being with me was better than using her own hand, but
that she often had to pretend I was a guy when we were together."  My
daughter seemed embarrassed by this revelation.

That statement, more than anything else that I had heard since
starting this odd conversation with my daughter, explained to me what
I had witnessed earlier in the living room.  Neither Lori nor Jessica
were lesbians, but loved each other as only long-standing friends
could.  Imagine doing something that you disliked for the love of
another?  I realized with a cold shiver that this was not so unlike my
own marriage bed!

"She will not be able to continue now that you have caught us,
mother."  Jessica's disappointment was obvious in her admission.

That short statement took me by surprise.  But I was even more
surprised when I felt my daughter's thin fingers upon my bare thigh,
under my skirt!  I was struggling to understand all the implications
of what was being said and what was happening.

"I know her too well.  I will be lucky if she is ever alone with me
again.  She dreads our relationship becoming public."

As I listened to her calm but strangely pleading voice, I looked down
to witness what was going on in my lap.  I saw my daughter's other
hand, the stocking still bound about its wrist, toying with the top
button of my blouse.  As I watched, it seemed to pop open and my
daughter's long thin fingers moved lower down to the next button.

A fist clenched my guts, and I felt my face flush.  I had no idea how
to react or feel.  "Jessica...?"

My daughter ignored me and barked another short laugh, "If you were
malicious, mother, I am sure Lori would do anything you wanted to keep
the secret quiet."  This statement sounded strangely like an offer: if
I ever desired my daughter's best friend, this could be the means to
such an end.  It was a disgusting thought!

My blouse was open almost to my navel and my large white brassiere was
exposed; my daughter's hand slipped beneath my blouse and cupped a
large, heavy, bound breast.  The hand in my lap had slipped higher up
my thigh and was within easy reach of the junction at the top of my
legs.

Again the dual stimuli of word and touch served to keep me off
balance.  I breathed a continuation of my previous attempt to stay in
control: "... please...!"

"Me, I am damned to be used by anyone that realizes I am helpless to
their every request.  Can you imagine what it's like mother: to be
kneeling on the dirty floor of the guys' washroom as five younger boys
stand around me while I suck each one of their little peckers off?"

Her question and admission shocked me as much as the touch of her
hands.

Jessica leaned forwards so that our noses were nearly touching as she
continued, "Or how old Mrs. Simpson used to keep me after class to
spank me until I cried, and then shoved my head up her skirt until she
finished."

'Forcing her to lick her like she had done with Lori,' I thought.
Mrs.  Simpson was her English teacher from junior high school, and was
older than I!

My god - my poor daughter!

Jessica's lips touched my own, so lightly that I almost missed it.
Suddenly, I became highly aware of my daughters nudity - of how the
stockings seemed to enhance her coltish frame and made her seem
younger; of how her small pointy nipples were swollen but seemed to
draw my eyes; of how her full red lips were filled with promise and
lust; and of how the leash was still about her throat, the other end
hanging within easy reach of my clenched hand.

Then three things happened at the same time: my daughters hand grasped
my covered breast firmly, the hand beneath my skirt turned so that the
palm faced upwards and slipped upon my cotton covered loins, and my
daughter leaned in to give me a firm, lingering kiss.

My mind exploded as multiple thoughts hit me at the same time.  First,
if I had heard correctly, my darling daughter had some mental
deficiency causing her to submit to another's desire.  She was now
offering me herself - displacing her need from Lori towards me!  How
could a person be so submissive as to allow anyone to control them?
It was wrong, of course.  I should seek medical or therapeutic help
for Jessica rather than sit there and think I was qualified to help
her.

Secondly, I again thanked God that it was I that had come home rather
than her father Dan.  He could be rather bestial when aroused, and who
knew what would have happened if Jessica had started to fondle her
father.  Such an event ought to be unthinkable of course, but a stab
of jealousy thrust into my heart when I thought of my husband
preferring this young, tight body to my mature curves.

Finally, this had already gone too far!  I had needed to hear her
tale, to understand what was going on in my child's life and so I
couldn't stop or hinder her aggressive actions up to now.  A deeply
ingrained maternal instinct had overridden most other concerns. But
now there was a strange buzzing sound in my head and I felt a little
dizzy.  It was obvious that I was getting aroused by the whole
situation, by the tale told and by the coltish, sexy body before
me. The hot tingling of my sex reminded me that this was very
dangerous ground, that what I was doing was insane.

I suddenly stood from the pink covered bed, moving from my daughter's
experienced hands, and spun to stand above her.

She shied away from me immediately, seeing her fumbling attempt at
seduction had failed.

"How dare you, Jessica!"  With hands on hips, bent slightly forwards
with my blouse open to my bra beneath, I must be a crazed sight.  "I
am your mother, not some...!"  I had no idea what to say next, so I
turned about and strode loudly out of my daughter's messy room.

What stopped me, a mere meter down the hallway from her open door,
were the sobs of despair coming from behind me.  I had never heard my
daughter make such forlorn sounds and it tore at my heart.

Obviously I was a terrible mother.  If even a piece of her admissions
was true, then she had had to do some vile acts ... with the boys
from school ... and even a teacher!  My daughter had known for years
that she had a problem but could not confide in me, her own mom, about
it.  What a terrible life to not have at least your own mother to lean
on!  God help her!

A sob escaped from me as well.

How could I be so selfish?  My daughter had confided something to me
back there in her room, something she had never been able to tell me
before, and what had I done?  I had gotten angry and stormed off.  If
that wasn't proof of how bad a job I was doing as a parent!

I tried to understand what Jessica wanted from me.  I knew how deeply
unfulfilled sexual longings were felt.  Hell, I'm a living example of
abstinence in spite of, or perhaps because of, my marriage to my
husband.  How many nights had I awakened in a hot sweat, knowing that
my husband next to me would be no help, and gone off to read or
shower?  Was that the future I wanted my only daughter to endure?
'Yes,' I thought, 'endure' was the right word.'

My feet moved silently upon the hardwood floor until I stood in the
doorway to Jessica's room.  There she lay, curled in a fetal position,
facing away from me, sobbing into her hands.  'My God, she's a
beautiful young woman.  That is for certain.  Look at the sleek lines
of her torso, waist to hip and on down those long, thin, muscular
thighs.'

No, Jessica did not need any kind of medical advice.  What she needed,
what some would think should be suppressed, could not be stifled with
a pill or by simply talking to a shrink.  A shiver ran down my spine;
I knew what my seventeen year-old daughter needed!

Like the confused middle-aged woman that I am, I spun again in that
doorway.  My heart was pounding and my knees felt weak, but I couldn't
move away from the door.  'This is insane!' I thought.

"Jessica?"  Barely a whisper.  My head hung to my chest and it felt as
if I were immersed in quicksand.

No change in the sobbing behind me, no movement.

"Jessica!"  Louder this time.

A sniffle and the crying was muffled as I heard my daughter turn
towards me upon her bed.

'What kind of mother am I?'

"What makes you think I could, or would want to, 'take control?'"
Though I didn't elaborate on 'control', we both understood.

A deep breath and then, with a voice raspy with sorrow, "Because you
love me?"

I did not understand this submissive mentality that Jessica claimed to
have.  My guess was that her sexuality was 'wired in' differently from
most of us.  Yet, who the hell has the right to claim what is warped
or not?  Look at my husband and me: he was disgusted with a wife that
wanted to try anal sex.  In his eyes, I was warped, too.

I quickly processed these thoughts a little more.  Are persons that
seek out the comfort of the same sex warped; how about those that like
to be spanked or tied up?  My guess was that we're all a little bent
and that there really is no such thing as normal sexuality.  My
daughter had a need that could so easily be taken advantage of by
persons with no love or respect for her.  I realized that I had been
more right than I knew to be concerned about the roughneck boys in the
neighbourhood.

Was that what she meant?  Was that what this was all about?

I turned back to face my daughter's messy room.  She was sitting at
the edge of her bed, her eyes a blur of tears, her chest still heaving
with silent sobs.

"And because you trust me?"

She nodded, a spark of hope appearing in her gaze.  She looked so
tiny, so innocent, seated there before me.

Though the model child, my daughter had become a distant person in my
life these last years, since puberty actually.  We were no longer the
fast friends we had been since she was born.  Ironically, I had told
myself it was because she was turning into a strong, independent
woman.  I didn't know that it was because she was afraid of how I
would perceive her sexuality.  Jessica, my baby girl, now wanted me to
take control of her life as no parent should ever do for their child.
Yet, to do so would save her from harsh abuses such as she had already
endured.
 
A clear decision rang through my no-longer confused mind.  'This young
woman is my child and I love her more than I can ever describe and I
would do anything for her!'

"Take that off your wrist, Jessica."  She rushed to comply and her new
eagerness amused and surprised me.  The stocking bound around her
wrist was thrown into the corner of her room, lost amongst the normal
piles.

"Now take those stockings and collar off, dear."  My voice was
softening, and I knew that I was accepting this personality of my
daughter, that it was a part of her as much as the length of her
fingers or her beautiful legs.

Although she appeared dismayed at the command to remove the collar,
the stockings, collar, and leash were added to the same pile.  The
eagerness returned, however, when I told her, "Now stand up and follow
me, young lady."

This time, as I turned, my legs did not threaten to fail me and I was
gratified to hear my daughter's soft footfalls behind me.

We went into my room and then into the adjoining private bathroom with
its Jacuzzi tub.  Expertly, I started to fill it while retrieving a
clean towel and my own white terry-cloth robe.  "Wash and shampoo, and
then come find me downstairs in the kitchen."  I did not even look at
her as I closed the bathroom door behind me.

A shiver ran down my spine and ended in a very personal place between
my legs, as I laid my shoulders against the door behind me.  On the
other side of it, I could hear Jessica enter the tub.

Only ten minutes later I heard her approach me silently in the
kitchen.  I turned to find her wearing my robe, which looked too big
on her tall but thin frame.  I noticed she had dried her hair so that
it shone beautifully.  She looked nervous, probably unsure if I was
taking all that she had offered or not.

I wasn't sure myself.

"Go into the dining room, remove the robe, and wait for me at the end
of the table, Jessica."

She nervously walked out of the kitchen into the adjoining room.

I joined her there in three minutes, finding her standing exactly as
ordered, visibly trembling.

Another shiver ran down my own body, again ending between my legs.

"Face the end of the table, Jessica, and move in until it touches your
legs." She stepped up to the hard wood table as ordered.  "Now bend
over until you are lying over it."  Her eyes silently watched me; her
body still trembled, but she moved quickly to comply.  "Good girl.
Now spread your feet as far apart as you can."

When she was done I strode over behind her and looked down at the
bawdy position I had put my baby girl in.  I realized how much this
power over her was at once evil and tyrannical, and yet loving and
comforting.

Nearly a year ago, I had remodelled the living room, specifically the
curtains.  It had this thick, soft, cloth rope that held the curtains
in place, and we had meters of it to spare.  I thought it would come
in handy here.  Bending over, so close that I could smell the clean
scent of my daughter's skin, causing my flesh to tingle, I bound each
ankle to a thick wooden leg of the table.

Jessica was really trembling now; even the tight smooth flesh of her
thin ass was shivering.

I strode around the side of the large table until I was looking into
my daughter's eyes.  I then calmly handed her a rolling pin from the
kitchen.  Her eyes were confused and nervous at the same time.

"I want you to hold that in both your hands... no, palms up, girl."
Of course she did as directed.  I could get used to this absolute
power.

Last, I bound a strip of the new curtain material from the same
renovation and about my daughter's head, blinding her.

"Can you see, Jessica?"

She shook her head nervously.

"I asked you as question, young lady!"  This came out as a stern bark.
A bulldog I have never been, but this was getting fun.

"No, mistress, I can not see anything."  She barely whispered this.

"'Mistress!'  You will call me 'mom' or 'mommy', nothing else.  Do you
understand, Jessica?"

"Yes, mommy!"  Louder this time.  And the effect of her response,
bound and positioned as she was, caused my sex to contract so that I
felt the moisture filling my cotton panty.

"Now I am going to spank you, Jessica.  I have a number in mind but I
will add ten more if I hear that rolling pin touch the table.  Do you
understand me, young lady?"

"Yes, mom!"  She was breathing heavily now, her limbs trembling
violently.

I moved back behind my daughter and retrieved the wooden spoon I had
brought with me.  "I do this because I love you; you know that don't
you, Jessica?"

"Yes, mommy... I love you too!"

Regardless of the absurd moment, I proudly felt this love fill my
heart.

As I prepared for what I had to do, I gazed on my daughter's gorgeous
bum.  Pale and perfect; not wide like mine, not overly soft like mine.
In her present position I could see down into the crack of her ass and
it looked clean, hairless and with little colour change from the rest
of her skin.  Briefly, I wondered if this was the sight that my
husband had seen when we coupled with me on my knees.  'Hardly,' I
silently laughed at myself.  Jessica's sexy little ass could not be
compared with my wide soft bum.  Hell, I even had a few thin hairs up
the crack of my ass, where my daughter had none.

My hand came out to lie, open-palm, upon the curve of my daughter's
ass before I even thought about what I as doing, or the implications.

Jessica immediately sighed loudly, trembled violently, and dropped the
edge of the rolling pin to the table with a thump.

Without removing my hand, I barked, "That is ten more, young lady!"

Had my daughter just orgasmed?  Had I done that?  My lord!

My eyes trailed down to stare openly at the flowered-open vagina
beneath her perfect ass.  It had only a light covering of fuzz that
she obviously kept trimmed.  The outer labia were a shade darker than
the flawless skin of her body; the inner labia very pink.  Everything
was also very wet!  My god, even the upper inside of my daughter's
thighs were wet!

Had I ever felt so passionate?  Had I ever reacted so fully for anyone
or anything?  Another violent trembling rolled through my body, but
this time it did not stop when it struck between my legs.

With a detachment I can't explain even now, I held my breath and
watched the hand upon her ass gently roll over that perfect flesh and
then slip lower to roll through the liquid on the inside of her
thighs.  My hand was moving upwards, inside her thin, coltish thighs
when I shook my head violently side to side, and yanked it from my
daughter's body.

Good god, I was playing with fire!

The wooden spoon whistled as it swung through the air and hit one
perfect feminine cheek.  Jessica jerked in her bonds and let out a
muffled squeal, but otherwise did not move.

"I never heard you counting, young lady.  That one will need to be
redone."

"One... two...three...!"  She was straining to keep track of each of
the strikes, her body tensing when she heard the whistle of the spoon
moving to strike her supple flesh.

"... twenty six... twenty seven..."  Jessica was sobbing in pain now,
her ass bright red.  "... thirty!"

I let my hand drop to my side, and it trembled from the exertion.  My
daughter, meanwhile, had held up the rolling pin while keeping track
of her own punishment.  Her whole body was now contorting and shaking
violently while her skin was slick with sweat.

I took the rolling pin and wooden spoon back to the kitchen, pulling
the large chair back to its spot directly behind my daughter's bent
frame.  Sitting, I found myself eye level with that most private of
female places, and, since Jessica could not see me, I looked openly at
it.  It seemed to be throbbing, and I swear I could see the liquid
slowly pouring out of her.  It had run down to her ankles now and was
mingled with the thinner sheen of sweat upon the surface of her skin.

With gentle touches, I laid both my hands upon the upper part of my
Jessica's thin thighs.  Oh, to have legs such as these!  Even when I
was her age, I was softly built - nothing firm there.

Jessica froze every muscle in her body as I pulled her upper thighs
apart, causing her anus to gently extend and her vagina to flower
further.

"You are a beautiful girl, honey."  Odd for a mother to say that in
this position, starring at that region of her daughter.  But I didn't
care.

In a small voice: "Thank you, mommy."

In my most secret of fantasies I had enjoyed the pleasure of women,
men, and even the odd animal.  My mind just goes crazy with thoughts
given a chance.  Yet I do not recall ever looking on another woman and
feeling the way I did right at that moment.

I blew gently from anus to extended clitoris and Jessica responded -
violently, loudly, positively.

"Good girl!  I just wanted to see if you were still awake."

I let go of one thigh.  One of my fingers trailed over those hot slimy
folds but stayed away from the clitoris that seemed to throb hotly.
An animal-like growl escaped my daughter in response.

Then I gently slipped the finger into my daughter's vagina, which
seemed to suck it in.  Jessica pressed the side of her face to the
hard table, gasping open-mouthed like a fish out of water.

With that digit fully submerged within another woman's body, I let go
of the other thigh and let my fingers trail down those long sexy legs.
God, to have legs like this I thought... but recalled that I could,
any time I wanted... Jessica would do whatever I wanted!

I clenched my own thighs together and bit my bottom lip to stop the
moan of pleasure.

"You are not going to let anyone else order you around are you my
darling?"  I was teasing her, tormenting my own daughter terribly and
I felt so damn proud of it.

"No, mommy... I promise, mommy!"

"Good girl.  You are mommy's little girl now, honey; aren't you?"

Another squeal of pleasure, "Yes, mommy, yes!"

Her sex was much snugger than my own, which would be expected since
she was only seventeen years old.

"Next weekend you will invite Lori over, and we'll make sure she never
mentions your little secret.  Okay, honey?"

Will you listen to that? I'm turning into a raving dyke or something!
But Lori had to be confronted, and I did not know how to do that
without revealing my new position over her best friend.  And besides,
the two girls were best friends and confidantes, and Lori could help
an old woman keep this sexy submissive satisfied.

"Yes, mommy!"

I could tell another orgasm, a much more explosive orgasm was only
seconds away.  My body was warning me that I too would soon be
enjoying a climax - my first ever without any direct stimulation.

My hands withdrew from the perfect flesh of my daughter, and she
groaned loudly in frustration.

Glancing at the clock I saw we had only thirty minutes before my
husband returned home.  Well, in my present mood that would be more
than enough.

Would he like to help keep our daughter under control and satisfied?
Once again, I silently laughed, 'Hardly!'  The same man that balked at
anything to do with my dirty little anus, or the one that was shocked
and felt uncomfortable with slapping my bum a couple times would not
agree to a secret affair with his daughter, spanking her ass, and
using her as she wanted to be used!  No, Jessica was my little secret,
to be enjoyed selfishly or shared only carefully.

I removed my clothes in record time.  The last piece to hit the
hardwood floor was my saturated white cotton panty!  I could not
recall ever being this excited before.

"You made mommy's panties all wet and sticky, Jessica..."

Another groan from the table.

"...so mommy took them off."

Jessica was thrusting her hips back and forth, her flower moving with
her thrusts, as if she were having intercourse with the air.

God, I was so fucking hot!

I unbound the rope about my daughters ankles and rasped, "Onto your
back, girl."
 
She was awkward as she rushed to move upon her trembling limbs.

"Raise your legs up in the air, Jessica."  She did, spreading them for
my pleasure as well.  I had to remember that I was new at this, my
young daughter had much more experience than I in domination and
lesbian games.

But there she was, small breasts trembling upon her chest as she
strained to breathe, her long coltish legs raised and spread, her toes
pointed and calves tight.  It was to where those long sexy legs led
that my eyes were drawn.

I unconsciously leaned in so that I had the most intimate of views.  I
had never seen a more beautiful sight.  Was this what men saw in us
women?  'Hardly,' I thought in answer, this time without the silent
laugh. They just wanted to ravage and plunge themselves into a woman's
vagina, rather than to see it for its true beauty.

My lips kissed that delicate flower before my mind had even thought
about it.  It was so precious, so perfect.  I was in love with it!

It was my daughter Jessica's response that awoke me to what I had
done.  Gasping loudly while arching her spine upwards, she hissed,
"Yesssss, mommy!"

I looked up past her flat stomach, to her heaving small sweaty breasts
and her wildly emotional face.  She was enthralled with what we were
doing.  My daughter needed this.  Did I?

I placed the flat of my hands on the back of those oh-so-sexy thighs
and pressed her legs back, opening her flower up further.  I then
leaned forwards and took a long lick, spreading her pink, wet inner
labia and coating my tongue with her spend.

'I'm turning into a raving lesbian,' I thought with half-hearted
pleasure!

There was no hesitation or consideration any longer; my tongue slipped
delicately into that perfect place, and though I would like to say I
did it for Jessica, in reality I did it for my own pleasure.  I loved
it!  I was licking the sex of my own daughter, and I could not get
enough!

As her orgasm started, I slipped my hardened tongue into her cunt, my
nose roughly fondling her enlarged, throbbing clitoris.  I held
position until the trembles had passed.  When she was done, I
restarted and I could taste, hear, and feel the pleasure radiating
from my own child.  Her nectar was so sweet, missing that tart taste
of my own, that I could not swallow enough.  My face was covered, my
chin dripping with it.

Jessica was holding the back of her knees back almost to her chest,
and screamed in pleasure as my tongue began to press into her tiny
sensitive anus.  Another orgasm and she was covered in sweat, her body
trembling in exhaustion.

I pulled my face from between those perfect thighs and looked at what
I had done to my child with something resembling pride.

With ease, I pulled her thin frame down the table; her long body was
almost weightless as I pulled her into my lap and cradled her.  I
could not have loved her any more than I did at that very moment.
Jessica mewed with pleasure, her arms holding me about my neck, her
cheek slipping upon my slimy cheeks.

When her lips found mine I did not deny the moment and returned her
kiss with passion, my hand slipping between her thighs and again
coming in contact with that perfect little cunt.  She was sucking on
my tongue when I felt her hand slipping up my thigh.  My only response
was to tremble.

'God, I don't remember ever being this hot before!'

Then my daughter was slipping off my lap, tentatively spreading my
knees while watching my face.  My eyes showed nothing but love.  She
slipped her face between her mother's heavy, soft thighs, and I felt
her tongue press into my highly engorged clitoris.  My daughter was
wasting no time, roughly attacking my clitoris while two fingers
slipped into my slippery channel.  She must have sensed how passionate
I had become, how I too needed this release.

Funny! It was the thought that I could do this any time, anywhere,
that my own seventeen-year-old daughter was now my sexual slave that
finally triggered off my climax.  And it was huge - easily the best
of my middle-aged life.

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