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 Title: Forbidden Needs (redux)
Author: April
Summary: A mother coerces her five-year-old daughter into an 'unequal
relationship', where the daughter provides her with unreciprocated sexual
pleasures, both in the bedroom and the bathroom.  (~71K words)
Keywords: FFgg, coer, reluc, inc, ws, scat

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   FOREWORD

   I had approached April (the original author of this story) about taking
her collected works and posting them into an author's account at ASSTR. 
Having read her works in the past, I had always felt she had an underrated
gift to create a story that would challenge the mind, while stirring the
soul.  April had shared with me was that she wished she could have written
some of her stories in the way that she truly wanted them to be written. 
In the case of this work, it was with children of a much younger age.  She
had refrained from expressing her true artistic intent for fear that the
content would be deemed to be 'unsavoury' when read by others.

   One of the things that I articulated to April is that I have always felt
that stories should challenge our minds and our hearts.  When we go to the
movies, we don't go to see movies that only have happy endings.  In actual
fact, such movies often draw the least amount of viewers.  Instead, society
longs to see that which they don't desire to partake in.  This being images
of death, destruction, verbal and physical abuse, and in some cases nothing
but sheer unmitigated torture.  So why is it that society can turn out in
droves to a movie like 'Saw', which details the brutal torture and murder
of individuals in the most horrific ways possible, while still not seeing
it as 'morally offensive'?  Heck, if they can make a movie called "The
Human Centipede" (look it up) then I don't think anyone should be
criticizing any story.

   The answer is that we see it for what it is; a means to challenge our
minds, to accept that there are such thoughts in the world.  Surely there
must be for such films to be created.  With that in mind, I find myself
wondering how anyone could suggest that the story they are about to read
should be considered anything but an artistic exercise.  Furthermore, the
story here details no death, no murder, and no torture.  Instead it
primarily chronicles the journey of a mother and a daughter into an
'unequal relationship', where actions that would never be considered are
not only undertaken, but enjoyed with relish.  Yet this story is also one
about love, and a special bond between mother and daughter that only the
two can share.  There is no pain, just intimate events that defy the
imagination.

   Where do I fit in?  When I approached April about consolidating her
works, she expressed frustration that she was never able to write this
story the way she truly wanted to write it.  When I suggested that she
revise her work, with an offer to proofread the results, she rued that she
had lost her 'spark'.  It was then we discussed my taking on the daunting
task of reimagining this.  As one can expect, since I'm a male, this was a
bit of a leap.  However, with April's confidence in me, I have gone ahead
and revised the story to best represent what I feel April truly longed for.
I can only hope that I have achieved it.

   In my efforts to reauthor the story, I have added ~25K words.  How a
given reader will experience the story is something that each person will
have to examine for themselves.  My goal was to maintain the original story
in all ways possible, while bringing it back to where I believe April had
wanted it.  I consider it an honour to have been given this opportunity,
since it represents a great faith in me as a writer.  When one writes a
story it almost becomes like one of their own children.  To leave it in the
care of a relative 'stranger' to mould and shape in a different way,
represents a great deal of trust - trust that I hope was not misplaced.

   So when you read this story, don't be quick to judge.  Open your mind to
the possibility that in a different reality, this could happen.  In short,
imagine.  Ask yourself, "What if...?" One doesn't have to like what is
happening in a story to be (non-sexually) stimulated by it.  Part of the
journey is going along for the emotional ride, and exiting at the end
feeling like you have been entertained.  I can only hope that my efforts
will contribute to this in some small way.

   Lastly, to April, it's been a pleasure to go on this journey with you. I
can only hope that you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it
for you.  Perhaps this might help reignite the spark you once had, the
spark that I know still exists deep inside you.

   -Shushali Author page: /~Shushali/

   Shushali (reauthor) contact/feedback:
https://secure.asstr.org/cgi-bin/ah_feedback.cgi?id=NDAHJEYXOTAJWCJOIKBU

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   Forbidden Needs by April



   CHAPTER 1

   Donna Hartley was no shrinking violet.

   She had the kind of job many men would have envied; a sports commentator
for motorcross racing and loving every minute of it.  Donna presented the
image of a tall confident woman in her late thirties, not frightened of the
world and what it had to offer.  It all started fifteen years ago.  Her
love of motorbikes coupled with her journalistic training meant she now
worked for the major sports station as their "star reporter" on the track.
Involved with the sport on a personal basis as well, she married one of
Europe's top riders, a Frenchman called Francoise.  Sadly it was a short
marriage; both of them had nothing in common, aside from the physical side
of the relationship.  It ended with a divorce which saw her receive a large
slice of his personal fortune.  With all the time he spent on the road,
there was no battle for custody, and so she was granted full custody of her
young daughter.

   The wind was gusting as she stood by the side of the track interviewing
one of the riders, her long tawny hair blowing across her handsome features
as she asked him what he thought about the forthcoming race.  The bike
engines roared as the riders pulled back their throttles, causing her to
shout into the microphone for her voice to carry above the din.  She kept
her questions brief, party because of the racket and also because the race
was due to start in a few minutes.  The race has already been pushed back
from Saturday because of rain, so no one wanted to spend all day Sunday at
the track.  Still talking to camera, she kept a running commentary as a
tall leather clad rider jumped onto his bike as he swung a long muscled leg
over the seat.

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

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

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

   "Sure, keep laughing." She shot back at him grinning, and then rallied
quickly as her professionalism reasserted itself and she resumed her
commentary.  Her mind was already anticipating the ribbing she'd receive in
the bar from the rest of the crew once they'd wrapped for the day.  She
would be able to take it of course, and give back as good as she got, while
keeping up with the drinks and the usual boy's banter.

   Donna had a masculine side, easy in the company of both men and women.
She would invite either into her bed indiscriminately.  Attractive to both
sexes, she had a slim shapely body, lithe limbs and a graceful bearing,
which she used to her advantage in and out of the bedroom.  Very much a
attractive woman with striking blue eyes, a long beautiful face, and tawny
coloured hair that fell down over her shoulders, she possessed an air of
'devil may care' which added to her appeal.

   Finally her piece to camera ended and she put down the microphone. 
"Sorry about that lads, he shouldn't have been blessed with such a gorgeous
behind.  I was thinking about him climbing into my bed."

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

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

   = = = =

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

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

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

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

   "She does too!"

   "When?"

   "Well..." Brittany tried to think of a specific occasion, but she came
up blank.

   "Your mummy is nice," Amanda continued, "I wish my mum was as nice as
your mummy."

   Brittney didn't know how to respond to young Amanda's remarks.  To her
she thought that all mummies were nice.

   "She's pretty too." Amanda pronounced.

   Brittany nodded her head and looked down as the carpet as she thought
about the mother she adored.  To say the youngster loved her was an
understatement; she felt so fortunate to have not only a caring mother, but
also one who was so pretty.

   Some nights she'd hear moans and the creaking of bedsprings coming from
her mother's bedroom.  These were often accompanied by her mother's voice
as she called out words of encouragement.  Despite her young age, there was
never any attempt by her mother to hide her sexuality and sometimes she
would talk about whichever partner she was seeing at the time.

   It was on one of these occasions when she was dating another woman that
Brittany recalled speaking up.  "Mummy?"

   "Yes dear?" Donna replied.

   "Are you are a les...  a les...  ummm; do you like other women like they
taught us in school?" Brittney was referring to the book that was read in
class called 'I have two mommies', which described how a young girl didn't
have a mother and a father, but instead two women in a committed
relationship.  They only mentioned the word lesbian once, and Brittney
wasn't able to remember it correctly.

   "I'm not really a lesbian Brittany, but yes I do prefer women."

   Brittney remembered that conversation.  She also remembered how she
enjoyed the intimate times they shared when she was still breastfeeding. 
Her mother refused to force Brittney to wean, instead letting the child go
at her own pace.  In the end she had nursed regularly until she was two,
and then irregularly in the following year.  On only a couple of occasions
had she nursed after that time; and it was only after she had been crying
and she needed the personal bond with her mother.

   She was only five-years-old, too young to be experiencing any sexual
feelings towards her mother.  She had adored her mother as long she could
remember, hardly even remembering her father who was never at home much
anyway.

   "My mummy is beautiful." Brittney said as she swept her hand over her
forehead and pushed her hair back.

   = = = =

   Shortly afterwards, the race started, and Donna began her commentary. 
Her knowledge of her subject was impeccable, as she explained the
technicalities and the tactics of the riders as they sped around lap after
lap on their powerful machines.  It was a gripping contest, and the world
champion won the race after a nail biting finish that left everyone, Donna
included, almost breathless in anticipation.  She went down from the
commentary box to congratulate the winner Paulo Scorcini, and found him in
the pits being clapped on the back by his team.  He was a good-looking
Italian, olive skinned, dark haired and entertaining company anytime, but
after winning the race, he was in even better form than usual.  He turned
away from his friends to give her his undivided attention and the benefit
of his sunny charm.  This was one advantage of being a woman in a
traditionally made-dominated sport.  While five other reporters from
competing media were pushing each other in the scrum, Donna was able to
make eye contact with Paulo and quickly draw him over.

   She warmed to him instantly, it was so refreshing to be with a man who
was at ease with himself and confident of his own worth.  Most men found
her striking looks intimidating, finding it difficult to initiate a
conversation or say what they really felt.  Paulo had no such problem and
invited her for a drink at his hotel and a threesome with him and a friend.
Despite the boldness of his offer, she gladly accepted and promised to
arrive later in the afternoon around three o'clock.  She had no problem
with his motives, knowing quite well what his intentions were.  She hoped
she was right and felt excited by the prospect.  Entering the bar at ten
minutes past three o'clock, Donna found the two men already sitting there
having a drink.  She joined them and chatted a little, then told them she
fancied going up to Paulo's room for some fun.

   Paulo looked over at his friend, giving him a look that said 'I told
you' so and chuckled under his breath.  "Lady, you don't waste time.  I
like that; I like being asked.  It's so good when a woman isn't afraid to
say what she wants."

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


   Once back in his hotel room they wasted little time in moving to the
bedroom.  The men where energetic and reasonably inventive, and all three
managed to keep going throughout the rest of the afternoon.  Yet in spite
of it all, there was still the familiar feeling that something was missing.
An element of something that remained hidden.  It wasn't as though there
was anything wrong with the men; they'd kept her going most of the time. 
It was just a feeling that she always had after having sex with men.

   The only man who had ever come near to curing her elusive craving - for
that is what it must be - was her ex-husband.  Francoise had been willing
to indulge her fantasies.  There was a dark forbidden side of her
sexuality, which remained untapped.  He was the most inventive lover she'd
ever had, with a kinky side to his sexuality only matched by her present
lover, Susan.

   CHAPTER 2

   Susan worked for the same television channel as her and read the news
each day to an appreciative audience of admirers.  She was also channel
15's pin-up girl and had her photo clinging to many a man's work place,
mess room and even in some teenagers' bedrooms.  An elegant woman of
thirty-two, with long black hair, sensual intelligent features and a petite
slim figure, her dark business suit fitted her like an expensive glove. 
Her many admirers would have been shocked if they'd have known she was a
committed lesbian.

   She'd been having a very secret relationship with Donna for some time
now, a relationship that both women found extremely rewarding.  They met
once a week at Susan's plush apartment and spent the afternoon making love,
discussing fantasies and sharing their love for kinky sex.  Both women
enjoyed the idea of watersports, not being on the receiving end mind you,
but finding a partner who would.  It was partly because they were so well
known that each found it difficult to go out and find a partner that would
satisfy their particular fetish, except for Donna who had found her
ex-husband to be a willing recipient.

   Another one of Susan's kinks, which would have shocked everyone except
her friend, was her attraction to young girls.  Donna had shared her
interest to some extent but not to the same degree as Susan.  Susan kept up
the pretence of respectable heterosexuality by being married to one of the
wealthiest landowners in the country.  A marriage of convenience suited
both of them.  Susan gained a wealthy lifestyle and a screen for her real
preferences, while he gained a trophy wife who allowed him to enjoy his
secret affairs with rent boys.

   Donna went to work the next day, spending most of it in the studio
recording voice-overs for a new documentary called "Bikes of the Future",
which she actually found quite interesting.  It was just after lunch when
her cell phone began to vibrate, so she stepped away to answer it.

   "Donna Hartley..." she announced into the phone, since she was unsure if
the call was a business or personal one.

   "Yes Donna, hi, it's Marion Wentworth over at Billingham's Academy."
Marion was the principal at her daughter's school.  A nice woman, Donna had
met her on a number of occasions at school events.  More importantly,
Marion enabled her to enrol Brittney into full-day kindergarten class
despite being below the age cut-off.  Their policy was to admit children
who would be six years old by the month of November in that school year,
yet Brittney wasn't turning six until March of the following year, four
months away.  It was important that once children finished kindergarten
they would be able to handle the rigors of first grade.  As such, it took
all of her charms to convince Marion to acquiesce to her request, but
Brittney herself made it possible.  A very smart girl for her age, she
completely impressed the principal who had the final say in the matter.

   "Good afternoon Marion, is everything alright?" Donna asked, wondering
why the principal would be calling her at work.

   "Yes, yes Donna, quite alright.  We've had a small problem at the
school, and we've had to end the school day early I'm afraid."

   "Is it anything serious?"

   "Oh heavens no!  We've just lost power is all.  A traffic accident
knocked down a power pole nearby; repairs won't be complete for another few
hours.  We're sending all the children home."

   "This isn't good timing I'm afraid.  Could I call you right back?"

   "Of course." Marion replied, although the tone of her voice faintly
indicated that she was not very happy about it.

   Donna opened the phonebook on her screen and quickly found Susan's
number, then initiated a call.

   "Hello yes?" the voice on the phone inquired.

   "Susan?" she asked after the call was answered, "It's Donna; do you have
a moment?"

   "For you?  Of course darling..."

   "I really could use a favour.  You're doing the eleven o'clock news
tonight, aren't you?"

   "Yes, and I'll be quite happy once Cheryl is back from maternity leave
so I can go back to the noon news.  This shift is terribly hard on my
social life."

   "I know dear, I've had to do it as well.  But I'm in a bit of a pickle
here.  The school just called and they need me to pick up Brittney. 
Something of a power problem, they said.  I'd go, but I have to get that
bike segment ready for the six o'clock news.  Any chance you could pick her
up for me?"

   "But aren't you afraid that I'll ravish her?" Susan replied in a
mischievous tone.

   Despite her remarks, Donna knew that Susan was only teasing.  "Oh don't
you get cheeky with me miss!" Donna replied with a snicker, "I'm sure I can
trust you to keep your hands to yourself for a few hours."

   "Very well, but you'll owe me for this...!"

   "We can settle up the next time we're together." Donna offered in a
slightly seductive tone, careful not to be overheard.

   "I'll hold you to that." she replied with a smile in her voice, "Where
is Brittney's school?"

   "Do you know Billingham's Academy?"

   "Of course, it's only ten minutes away.  Don't you worry dear, I'll go
straight round to get her now and bring her back home for five o'clock. 
Alright?"

   "Oh Susan thank you so much.  I'll let the school know to expect you. 
See you at five."

   With that taken care of, Donna called Marion back and explained the
situation, giving Susan's full name so they could validate her identity
once she arrived.  Despite Susan's 'star' status, at Billingham's she would
be just another guardian, so Donna wasn't worried about there being a
'scene' when Susan arrived.

   Letting out a relieved sigh, she returned to the editing bay to complete
her work.  She had skipped lunch, and really wanted to get this finished on
time.  Her last assignment was a day late, and they were none too happy
about it.  Fortune smiled on her that day though, and everything seemed to
go right.  In fact, she had her clip ready by about four o'clock.  After
dropping off the disc, she decided to call it an early day.  Passing
through the commissary Donna grabbed a cup of tea and a biscuit to go and
made the drive home.

   It was actually a pleasant experience to walk into an empty house. 
Nevertheless, she still needed to tidy up, since she had slept late this
morning and rushed the two of them out the door.  Working her way through
the rooms on the main floor, she cleared the kitchen of the empty dishes
from the morning's breakfast.  After tidying up the living room where they
watched television, she moved upstairs to the bedrooms.  Since her room was
closer, Donna took care of making her own bed and picking up the nightgown
she had hastily dropped on the floor this morning.  Lastly, she was now in
Brittney's room, and found a mess of clothing.  In her rush this morning
she didn't have time to lay out fresh socks and underwear for her, so that
prompted Brittney to find her own.  As a result, she was now staring at a
handful of panties and a few pairs of socks on the floor.  While it was
easy to see which socks were dirty, since the clean ones were bundled in
pairs, the panties were just sitting in a small pile below the drawer; it
would seem Brittany wanted to pick out a certain pair.

   Letting out a tired sigh she picked up the pile of panties, and giving
each the 'sniff test' she smelled each pair to detect the scent of fabric
softener.  After finding the first three pairs to be clean, she finally
happened upon the dirty pair.  Despite being dirty, there weren't any
noticeable marks on them.  She was fortunate in that Brittney was
fastidious when cleaning her bottom after using the bathroom.  However,
with the dirty panties still in her hand, she inexplicably brought the
garment to her face again.  Something on a subconscious level had triggered
her to do this; perhaps her trysts with Susan had influenced her.  It was
common for Susan to tease Donna by pressing her panties to Donna's nose,
letting her take in the scent, and ultimately drawing them both to the
bedroom.

   Yet these weren't Susan's panties, these were Brittney's panties.  This
was her daughter she smelt.  With the soft fabric against her face, she
inhaled again.  She felt a tingle run down her spine over the depravity of
her actions.  What was it that compelled her to do this?  Had Susan's
earlier, albeit harmless, remark triggered her?  The scent was nondescript
on the one hand, as it was nothing more than what one would expect to smell
from a young girl of her age.  Yet at the same time, Donna found herself
becoming aroused.  Not because she desired her daughter, but because it was
something so very taboo.  Shaking her head, she tried to clear her mind of
these reckless thoughts, and tossing the dirty clothing into the nearby
hamper, she made her way back downstairs.

   Once in the living room she now found her mind pushing other thoughts
into her head.  What was it that drove Susan's attraction to younger girls
anyway?  Susan hadn't actually come forth and told Donna about it.  She was
surreptitious in using witty banter and off-hand remarks to test the waters
first.  When Donna didn't get offended at her jokes about picking up a
couple young schoolgirls they had passed by in her car, Susan decided to
make her desires more clear during one of their lovemaking sessions.  Donna
found the revelation a surprise, since it wasn't what she had expected from
Susan.  It always seems that the person you least expect to have an
interest in this way is the one that does.

   Nevertheless, for Donna her needs drove her to go into the dark places
in her mind.  What excited her was not the usual, but the unusual.  It was
this drive that had her desiring the powerful feeling of urinating in
someone else's mouth, and her ex-husband had graciously allowed himself to
be used in such a manner.  However, she wanted more, so much more.  So was
it truly surprising that she somehow found herself aroused by the depravity
of her thoughts about her daughter?  Grabbing a bottle of vodka from the
drinks cabinet, she splashed a large measure of the clear liquid into a
tall glass, and then tipped it between her lips and swallowed.  She sat
down on the sofa as the piquant liquid warmed her stomach and spread out
through her body like a heat wave.

   Did she desire her own daughter sexually?  The whole thing was so
preposterous, so outrageous and so very wrong.  'So wrong' she mused,
feeling her thighs moisten and her nipples harden at the depravity of the
idea.  'Oh my, why is this turning me on?  I'm so horny all of a sudden.'
she thought.

   She took another drink as she pondered the whole concept of lesbian
incest with her young daughter.  Donna then realised she could hear her own
jagged breathing and feel her clitoris throbbing with a need she had never
felt before.  In bed, flesh against flesh, mother and daughter,
mouth-to-mouth, tongue against nipple, tongues in....  She gasped, her face
felt hot but not from the vodka, she knew with a certainty that she had
found a missing element in her sex life; she was finally finding the
answer, or at least part of it.

   Donna had a mental image of her daughter standing before her naked, her
immature little body waiting for her to do with it as she wished.  Her
pussy began to juice at the thought of the girl lying on her bed with her
arms and legs splayed wide, waiting for her mother to make love to her.

   She reached down between her legs, and pushing the light material of her
panties aside, plunged her fingers into her squelching cunt just as the
final image burst upon her mind.  She saw herself sitting naked on the bed
with her own beloved daughter kneeling down before her.  Brittney was
sucking her pussy, her face hidden from view by her two fleshy thighs.  She
moaned as she saw herself drape both of her long legs over the girl's
willowy shoulders, and then wrap them around her back in an iron grip. 
With a feverish groan, she knew she was making sure the five-year-old
couldn't escape.  Not until her mother had been pleasured thoroughly. 
Donna came with a loud cry, soaking her crotch and the couch below.  Her
hips jerked off the seat as she saw herself cumming on Brittany's young
lips.  Collapsing back down, her breath was ragged as she tried to compose
herself.  Finally, she groaned and pulled her panties back up, and then
reaching for the vodka again, she began to plan her daughter's seduction.

   When Susan came round to drop Brittany off, she noticed her friend
giving Brittany a long stare as she ran up the front walk.  It would seem
there was a latent desire there, and that prompted Donna to think the same
thing.

   CHAPTER 3

   Brittany noticed a change in her mother over the next few days.  Instead
of lounging around the house in a t-shirt and jeans as she usually did, she
wore low cut halter-tops and short skirts that gave her an eyeful of
thigh-high stockings and bare thighs.  On one occasion when she sat on the
sofa watching TV, Donna came in with a cloth and sprayed the coffee table
in front of her, and then bent down to rub the tabletop.  Her bulging
breasts were almost breaking free from the small top, and to the girl's
disbelief she realised her mother wasn't even wearing a bra.  She quickly
lost all interest in the program, her fascinated gaze taking in the sight
of the two cheeky breasts and upturned nipples.  She blushed furiously when
she noticed her mother looking down at her with a secretive smile.

   It happened again as Donna bent down in front of the TV to pick up an
imaginary piece of dust.  This time Brittney was treated to the site of her
mother's black skirt riding up past her stocking tops and bare thighs, to
reveal a pair of sheer dark panties she'd only recently bought.

   Brittney's eyes were drawn to the site of her mother's white alabaster
buttocks seemingly winking back at her and she blushed again as her mother
swung round suddenly and caught her staring.  Shortly after that, Donna
went upstairs, and Brittney heard her padding around for a while before
hearing the sound of the shower door clanging.  It was almost as though she
was preparing to go out on a date, although she hadn't told her that she
would have a babysitter tonight.  There'd been an unusual atmosphere in the
house just lately; her mother had been quieter than usual, not saying much,
just kind of acting up in a strange way wearing a mysterious look. 
Brittney turned her attention back to the cartoon she was supposed to be
watching, and let go of her thoughts.

   While her daughter was watching television, Donna had made her way to
the bathroom.  She showered, washed and conditioned her hair until it had a
deep lush fragrance, which the packet insisted contained the essence of
golden woods and summer meadows.  Placing a towel over her head as she
stepped out of the shower, she gentlly patted her hair dry and then pulled
it away to let her silky mane swirl down her back.  After carefully wiping
her skin dry she rubbed fragrant essential oils onto its surface, then
padded into the bedroom and sat before the dresser mirror.  There she
carefully shaved her legs until they were smooth and shiny, and then her
armpits, until they felt sleek against the back of her hand.  Satisfied
with the result, she picked up a pair of scissors and trimmed her dark
pubic hair leaving a neat triangle of growth.  She was leaving nothing to
chance, and wanted her elegant appearance to do more than impress her
lovely young daughter.  After slipping on a pair of her most revealing
blank lace panties, she decided to forgo a bra for tonight.

   She decided on a makeover, although usually this wasn't a necessary part
of her preparations.  Her beautiful features and clear complexion stamped
her with a character and sensuality that had never needed make-up.  In
spite of this, Donna carefully applied mascara to her long eyelashes, and
fresh beige eye shadow to her lids.  She blinked her eyes feeling pleased
with her image in the mirror, and reached over for her lipstick to apply a
red scented gloss around her shapely lips.  Feeling secretly pleased and a
little vain at the same time, she reached for a blush stick and began to
blend a shade of light coral peach into the apples of her cheeks, and then
met her eyes in the mirror to give a perfect pout.  A few drops of her
favourite perfume behind her ears and under her breasts added an aroma of
drifting sandalwood and cloves to the warm night as she slipped on a silky
black gown, and tied it loosely around her waist.

   As a final touch, she dimmed the lights, which gave the cosy room a soft
romantic feeling.  She paused to ponder her actions for a moment.  Part of
her was still appalled by what she was about to attempt with her young
daughter, who was only five-years-old for goodness sake.  The whole
situation was sick and pathetic and so was she.  Nevertheless, by far the
stronger and dark voice inside her egged her on.  "It's what you've been
craving for all these years." it whispered.  Shaking her head, she
responded non-verbally, 'Is it?  Do I really want this with my daughter?'
She glanced once more in the mirror and then called her daughter to bed.

   "Brittany...  Eight o'clock...  Turn the telly off its time for
beddy-bies now."

   The sound of her mother's voice using the same childish phrase she
always used at this time came singing down the stairs just as the credits
came down.  She thought again about her mother's unusual behaviour.  It
reminded her of the teasing and flaunting she saw when her mother's female
friends came to visit.  All those suggestive looks and then the provocative
clothing were beginning to make her feel confused.  She shook her head and
called back, "Coming mummy!", then switched off the set and flicked the
light switch off before running upstairs with a head full of crazy thoughts
about her unpredictable mother.

   Once in her bedroom, the girl threw her clothes off and put on her
nightgown, then padded off to the bathroom, where she washed and cleaned
her teeth.  Once finished she was heading back to her bedroom when her
mother called out to her.

   "Brittney dear, can you come see mummy please?"

   Without much thought, she wandered into her mother's room, where she
stopped and found herself awed at the sight before her.  The sight of the
glamorous woman stunned little Brittany.  Although she knew it was her
mother, she still had to blink a little to make sure.  The elegant woman
could have been a film star; she would have graced the screen in any
Hollywood picture as the perfect leading lady.  Brittney stood and stared
with the door handle still in her hand, unsure of what to do next.  The
beautiful woman smiled back at her conspiratorially.

   "Come sit on the bed please dear." she said in a soft and soothing tone,
"Sit here for mummy and let's talk a little."

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

   Donna reached over and gently stroked her daughter's hair, slowly
running her hand through the blond tresses.  Her eyes rested for a moment,
as they seemed to examine a stray lock before lifting her gaze back to meet
hers.  "Honey, do you think your mummy is pretty?" Donna asked, trying to
break the little moppet out of her spell.

   "Of course mummy!  You're very pretty." Brittney quickly replied.

   She ceased her stroking to rest both hands on top of Brittany's
shoulders.  "I've always loved you Brittany, even when your Father and I
were together, I always loved you more."

   "I love you too mummy."

   "It's hard for me honey, not having a husband and doing everything on my
own.  Sometimes I worry I'm not giving you enough attention.  But a single
mother has to keep pushing to get anywhere, and to get people to take
notice of her.  I've been away a lot and I've worked long hours.  I haven't
seen as much of you as I would have liked.  But I want you to know the time
we've had together has always been precious to me."

   Brittany smiled and reached over, taking her mother's larger hand
between her two smaller one's and squeezed.  "I love you lots and lots
mummy." Brittney's eyes were glistening in the dim light.

   Her mother realized she was near to tears herself as she gently clenched
her daughter's hands back in a way that said 'I know'.  Donna cleared her
throat quietly.  Cocking her head to the side slightly and seemingly in a
sudden change of mood, she raised an eyebrow in a questioning glance.

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

   "You're the prettiest mummy in the whole world!" Brittney assured her,
"You look like a lady in the films.  I'm so lucky to have such a lovely
mummy." She paused and added with a casual afterthought, "Amanda thinks
you're pretty too."

   Donna flushed pleasantly at this piece of information.  Amanda was a
little angel, even younger than her daughter was.  Was she beginning to
feel the same way as Susan did when it came to little girls?  Exceptionally
young girls at that?  The very thought caused her new problems with her
composure.

   Returning to the present, she smiled back at her lovely daughter. 
"That's nice; Amanda's such a lovely little girl.  But coming back to you
and me darling, I'm so glad you like me looking like this.  It's not my
usual style, and I must admit it feels a bit strange, but I have to say it
does feel kind of nice." She tossed her hair back over her shoulders as she
looked at herself in the mirror.

   Brittany found herself feeling...  Odd.  That's the only way she could
describe it.  Her mother was acting in a way she had never seen before. 
While it didn't quite scare her, she did feel apprehensive.  However, she
knew her mother loved her and would never hurt her.  If nothing else, she
had complete and total trust and admiration for her.  Despite this, she
didn't know what to say, since she was out of her element.  She tried to
imagine what an adult would say at a time like this, but she couldn't think
of anything.

   With their hands still clasped together, Donna gave them a little
squeeze and then let go.  "Honey, the reason I called you in her is because
I wanted to be with you tonight."

   "But you're with me every night mummy."

   Donna smiled when her daughter said this, since she was completely
innocent and oblivious to what she was inferring.  "No honey, I mean I want
you to spend the night with me in my bed.  Just as you did when you were
little.  But this time I want to do some other things."

   "What things mummy?"

   "Well for starters, do you remember when you used to nurse at mummy's
boobbies?  Do you remember how it made you feel better when you did it? 
Then you stopped doing it because you didn't need to anymore.  Remember?"

   "Yes mummy."

   "Well what if I told you that when you did that it made mummy feel good
too.  What if I asked you to do that again so that you could make mummy
feel better, would you do that for me?"

   While Brittney was more than willing to satisfy her mother's desire, she
was still unaware of how her mother desired her.  "Of course mummy!" she
replied, and in the way only a child can, she leaned over and started to
innocently pull aside Donna's black gown.

   When the garment opened to expose Donna's supple breasts, she let out a
small gasp.  Brittney's efforts were of a different mind than hers, but
despite this, she was still aroused by it.  For her part, at this point in
time, Brittney was only treating this event as an extension of what she had
done hundreds of times before.  Her lips were no stranger to Donna's
breast, and once they latched on to her nipple Donna started to feel
something she had never felt before when she had breastfed.  She was
aroused.  She was feeling the same feeling she felt when Susan's lips
embraced her breasts in a soft caress.

   The position they were in on the bed wasn't really a comfortable one. 
For her part, Brittney had just dropped to the floor, walked over - and
standing between Donna's legs - opened her gown and haphazardly started to
suckle.

   Pushing her gently from her breast, Donna said, "Honey, here, let's get
more comfortable, OK?" Brittney's mouth slipped off her breast with just
the hint of a kiss, and the sudden lack of contact had Donna already
missing this intimate embrace.  Standing up, she quickly pulled back the
covers on the bed, and leaning over to the light switch, dimmed the lights
even more.  Letting her black gown slip to the floor, she slid casually
into the bed with half her body under the covers, leaning up on her elbow.
With a 'come hither' look on her face, Donna gently patted the open space
on the bed beside her.

   Brittany cautiously climbed up into the bed, and moved into the space
beside her mother.  While she had done this many times, tonight felt
very... different.  As she settled down beside her mother, she felt an odd
sensation of uneasiness, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. 
However, she quickly brushed those thoughts away from her mind, since she
knew she was safe here.

   With her daughter lying supine beside her, Donna gently pulled the
blankets up so they covered most of their two bodies, while leaving her
breasts exposed.  Looking down at her daughter, she gently reached over and
pulled Brittney onto her side.  Only a foot away, Donna moved herself
gently into position beside her daughter, and then with a gentle caress
pulled her daughter's head onto her heaving breast.  The effect was
immediate once she made contact.  It felt as if Brittany's lips were
passing electricity into her body, as a tingle started to move from her
chest to her extremities.

   For her part, Brittney had started to suck, ever so gently.  While this
was something she remembered doing quite often, it seemed different now. 
As she looked up at her mother, she could see fire in her eyes.  While she
was unaware what this fire was, she could tell that it was beginning to
consume her.  What mattered now for her was the intimacy with her mother
though, and she put aside any reservations she had and gave herself in to
the experience.

   "Oh baby, you're such a good girl doing this for mummy," Donna moaned,
"you don't know how good you're making mummy feel.  Do you like it honey?
Do you like sucking mummy's soft boobies?"

   While the question was rhetorical, Brittney was unaware of this and
backed herself off her mother's breast.  "Yes mummy." she replied.

   Donna quickly drew her hand to the back of Brittney's head, pulling her
back onto her breast with even more vigour.  "No darling, keep sucking
mummy please!  Mummy needs this so bad..."

   The room became silent now; the only sounds were Donna's somewhat ragged
breathing, and subtle sucking noises coming from the junction between
Donna's breast and Brittney's lips.  With each second that passed, Donna
found herself becoming more and more aroused by what should be an innocuous
bonding between mother and daughter.  While she may have done this a
thousand times before, what she was feeling now was something completely
unlike anything she had ever felt before in her lifetime.  It was as if the
sky opened up and showered her with stars.

   As she weaved her hands through her daughters hair and kept her mouth
bonded to her bosom, she let her eyes drift off into space.  Her mind was
alight with all the possibilities she could explore.  It was easy to detect
Brittney's mild reluctance, but that should be easy for her to overcome
with a mother's love.  Tonight wasn't the night for exploration though. 
Tonight was just a means to get Brittney to take the first step.  She would
be cautious though as she took the next ones.  With that thought in mind,
Donna lowered her head to the pillow and pulled the blankets up over them,
leaving Brittney to pleasure her under the covers as she drifted off to a
blissful sleep.

   CHAPTER 4

   The following morning Donna woke up with a renewed sense of power, one
she hadn't felt in years.  To put it simply, she felt so...  alive.  Any
second thoughts she might have had about initiating contact with her
daughter were quickly fading away.  Looking over to Brittney, she found her
sleeping beside her, head on a pillow.  It would seem that at some point
after she covered them that Brittney had moved out from under the blanket
and cuddled up beside her.  With morning light just starting to creep
through the windows, Donna casually ran a hand through her daughter's hair.
She leaned her head lower and whispered, "Time to get up poppet.  Rise and
shine."

   With droopy eyelids struggling to open, Brittney blinked her eyes a few
times to focus, and seeing her mother's face beamed back up at her with a
sweet childish smile.

   Silently Donna pulled back the covers, and they both started to
extricate themselves from the now disorganized bed sheets.  "Go get washed
up honey and I'll get your clothes ready for school."

   "OK mummy!" chirped Brittney as she scampered out of the bedroom on her
bare feet.

   "Oh my..." Donna sighed to herself, now that she was alone.  "I've
really done it this time, haven't I?" Her thoughts were drawn to what she
had started.  While enjoyable, and something she was beginning to desire
more and more, she was slightly wary of Brittney and her ability to keep
their tryst a secret.  Donna made a mental note to discuss this with
Brittney before going further.  The last thing she needed was Brittney
casually talking about 'her night in bed with mummy' at the next show &
tell.  Indeed.

   With Brittney dressed and fed, Donna led her out the door to meet the
school bus that was just pulling up.  It wasn't really a school bus in the
strictest sense of the word.  It was a passenger van that the school used
to collect children, driven by a wonderful older woman named Agatha.  She
was completely delightful and always attentive.  Donna never worried about
Brittney's trips to and from school.  With a wave, they were off and she
was off to her car to head for the studio.

   Donna's day was uneventful for the most part.  There were rarely ever
any races to cover during the week, so she spent most of the day doing
research for upcoming races.  While she had a 'natural talent' for her
work, it didn't mean that she didn't have to do the legwork.  It was often
relentless the back and forth to get current lists of riders, not to
mention the difficulty there was in trying to arrange pre-race interviews.
While she wasn't on the clock, it was in her best interest not to take off
too early since it would only mean more work the next day.  So after a long
and hard day, she finally decided to call it quits and head home.

   With tea in Hand, Donna waited outside the door to her home as she saw
the school bus pull up front.  Waving and smiling to Agatha, she opened the
front door as Brittney raced up the front walk and through the door into
the house.

   "How was school today dear?"

   "OK," she replied with a cheerful chirp.

   Oh the joys of childhood, being able to sum up an entire day in one
simple word.  "Well my lovely, why don't you get changed out of your school
clothes and come down to sit with me.  I'd like to have a talk with you."

   "What is it?"

   "You'll find out once you get changed and come back now won't you?"
Donna replied with a smile.

   "OK mummy..." she replied as she ran to the stairs to appease her
mother's wishes.

   Donna walked over and sat herself down on the love seat, smoothing her
skirt as she did so.  She felt a bit apprehensive, since she knew she might
have to use some 'pressure' on her precious child.  The kinds of pressure
that can make a person roil with guilt.  It was the only way though, and
she hoped that any potential distress she caused would be short-lived and
quickly forgotten.  With that thought just exiting her mind, she heard the
rumble of footsteps and young Brittney bounced her way down the stairs.

   "In here poppet..." she called out from the living room, "come have a
seat with mummy."

   "What is it mummy?"

   "Well darling, I wanted to talk about last night.  Did you like sleeping
with mummy?"

   "I guess so."

   "You guess so?  You didn't like sleeping with your mummy?" she answered
back, trying to press her into picking a side.

   "No I liked it." Brittany answered back quickly, trying to assure her
mother she didn't dislike the event.

   "That's good dear, because I want to talk to you about that.  When you
were at school today, did any of the other kids talk about what they did in
their bedrooms?"

   Brittany found the question a bit odd, or perhaps better to say
unexpected.  She wasn't quite sure what being in bed with her mummy had to
do with school.  "No..." she hesitantly replied.

   "Do you know why honey?" Donna replied, and then continued without
letting her respond to the question, "It's because what you do at home in
your bedroom is private.  You know what private is, right?  It means that
you don't tell other people about it."

   "Not even my friends?"

   "No honey, not even your friends.  Look at it this way...  You went to
the bathroom at school today, yes?"

   "Yes."

   "Well did you tell your friends you did a poo or a pee?" Donna said
descriptively, to drive the point home.

   "Nooooo!" Brittany loudly replied with giggles in her voice,
underscoring that she saw the silliness of the remark.

   "Why?"

   "I don't know, I just don't."

   "The reason why you don't tell anyone is because it is private.  Right?"

   "I guess so."

   "So what you do in our bedroom, you should never tell anyone else about,
because it's private too, OK?"

   "OK." she replied, seemingly accepting her mother's logic.

   Donna was taking this nice and slow.  She knew she needed to make sure
that Brittney understood why she should or should not do things.  Just
telling a five-year-old that it's 'a secret' will only lead to problems
down the road should she ever let it slip.  Not to mention that secrets can
lead to pressure if a child thinks they are being forced to 'hide'
something.  By approaching it in this way, Donna was normalizing her
silence by justifying it, instead of trying to hide it.  She made it
educational.  If she was to take things further with her daughter, absolute
secrecy had to be assured.

   "Right then dear, let's talk about some other things, shall we?" Donna
announced in a soothing and calm manner.

   "Like what mummy?" her daughter replied, again unsure of where her
mother was taking the conversation.

   "I wanted to talk about some other things that you and I could do
together....  Grown up things.  You like to do grown up things, don't you?"
Appealing to her child's vanity, she offered what all children want, to be
'grown up'.  It's ironic since as children, we long to grow up, but as
adults, we often long to be children again.

   "Oh yes mummy!"

   "Don't speak so fast yet poppet.  If you want to do grown up things, you
need to remember that you may not like them at first.  That's how it is for
all adults."

   Brittney cautiously pondered her mother's remarks, although she was
starting to get a bit lost by what she was saying.  Her young mind was,
obviously, not on the same level as her mother.  However, her trust for her
mother kept her calm and relaxed as she sat and listened to what her mother
had to say.

   "Do you know what a boyfriend is honey?"

   "I think so, you mean like when a boy likes you?"

   "That's right dear.  When a boy likes you, he's called a boyfriend. 
What do you think they call it when a girl likes you?"

   "A girlfriend?"

   "Very good, yes." Donna decided to take the bull by the horns.  "Now
what would you think if your mummy wanted to be your girlfriend?"

   Brittney let out a loud giggle.  "You can't be my girlfriend, you're my
mummy!"

   "I know poppet, but I could be your mummy AND your girlfriend.  What
would you think about that?" Donna had finally tossed her first iron into
the fire, and she watched as her daughter processed the remark to make
sense of it.

   "I don't know...  OK I think...  What would happen?"

   "Well darling, the only thing different is that when we're at home we
might do some special mummy/daughter things.  The kinds of things that are
private.  Things like what we did last night, but so much more.  I promise
you sweetheart, I will love you so much if you do this for me." This was
the sliver under her daughter's paw.  While Donna did feel a tinge of
regret for pulling out the 'love' card, she knew that it was the one of the
few trump cards she could play that would win this hand.  With it played,
she also knew this wouldn't be the last time she played it either.

   "OK I guess." Brittney said with ignorance of what she was consenting
to. Although she was apprehensive, she trusted her mother implicitly, and
any uncertainty quickly faded away.

   "That's brilliant dear!  I promise that you and mummy will be doing lots
of adult things that we can enjoy.  Would you like that?" Her breath came
out in a rush as she felt her arousal building.  She wanted to take her
daughter to bed and knew she couldn't wait much longer.  She reached over
and brushed her dimpled cheek with a soft kiss.

   Brittney was a bit taken aback by her mother's kiss.  Not because she
kissed her, since her mother had kissed her thousands of times before.  It
was how she kissed her.  This kiss felt...  different, in a way she
couldn't describe.  The touch of her mother brought butterflies to her
belly and a shiver up her spine.  Unable to respond with words, she just
nodded silently with a look of wonder in her eyes.  This was clearly going
to be unlike anything she had ever experienced before in her young life.

   With her daughter in a bit of a trance, Donna continued, "We can get
ourselves into a lot of trouble if anyone else finds out about what we do
in private.  Do you understand?" She asked earnestly.

   "I won't tell, I promise." She said assuredly in a calm voice.

   "Come with me dear, let's go to my bedroom where we can get comfy, OK?"
Without waiting for an answer Donna gently but firmly pulled her daughter's
hand and once standing, led her up to the master bedroom.  Lifting her up
under each of her arms, Donna raised her daughter up and sat her down atop
the downy mattress on her bed.  Quickly settling in beside the young girl,
she wasted no time in resuming where she left off.  "The next few years are
going to be the richest of our lives." She assured her as she placed her
arm around her daughter's shoulder and drew her close.  "Come here."

   She pulled Brittany closer and their lips met in their first incestuous
kiss, the thrill sending shivers through their bodies as they realized its
importance.  Donna's lips pressed against her daughter's, writhing against
them like a duel.  It continued until the youngster reluctantly parted her
lips, ever so slightly, and felt her mother's tongue slide past them to
ream the inside of her mouth and run along her teeth.  The room took on the
sounds of French kissing as salvia passed between their mouths and over
Brittany's cheeks, as her mother hungrily mouthed her small face before
plunging back against her lips.

   For young Brittany she was instantly overwhelmed by what her mother was
doing, and for the most part was in a state of shock.  This was unlike
anything she had ever experienced before.  While her mind struggled to
process these new feelings and emotions, she gave herself over to her
mother, with the trust only a daughter can have.

   Heavy breathing and the occasional fevered moan joined the sounds as the
atmosphere became charged with passion.  Moaning into Brittany's mouth, her
mother pulled away the girl's sundress, drawing it up over her small body
until the material was nestling against her neck.  She broke the kiss with
a loud plop, the girl gasping as she did and with one quick movement the
material was up off her shoulders to expose her slim chest and flat
stomach.

   "Here let's get these off.  Stand up sweetheart." She hissed.

   Brittany began to stand up and immediately felt her white panties
sliding down her legs to the floor as the eager woman stripped her naked.
She stood without moving, noting the lust written across her mother's face
as her eyes devoured every inch of her beautiful pre-teen form.  Blonde
hair cascaded to her shoulders, framing an oval face and dimpled cheeks
with a clear complexion like her mother.  They both shared the same blue
eyes, right down to the sparkling anticipation, which now shone from them
both.  Her skin had the complexion of clear honey without a blemish to be
found, and as the woman's gaze travelled down over her slim stomach, she
found even more pleasure in her gaze.

   She had never looked at her daughter like this before.  As a mother,
she'd seen her undressed on many occasions, but never with the shiny eyes
of a lover.  Donna's inner thighs moistened as her eyes moved down and took
in the puffy lips of her immature vagina.  Lifting her again, this time she
nearly threw Brittney back onto the bed.  As a fit of lust overcame her,
she fell on top of her daughter, her curvy adult body with all its feminine
beauty and needs pinning her to the bed as she kissed her repeatedly.

   Brittany reached round and brought her arms around the woman's back and
held on, moaning into the larger mouth as it devoured her.  A thrill shot
through her as she felt her mother's breasts for the first time.  The
prodding of her swollen nipples as they pressed through the thin blouse
into her lower chest caused her to gasp aloud.  Kisses rained down on her
face, her chin and her throat to the accompaniment of breathless sighs from
the eager woman as she combined licks and nibbles with hungry open-mouthed
caresses.

   Sucking on the tiny nipples then flicking them with the tip of her
tongue caused a delighted "Ohhh Mummy...  that's nice..." to escape from
the little girl.  She grunted with satisfaction as she felt the effect she
was having on her baby.

   Down she went, fleeting kisses wetting her stomach and then long swipes
of her busy tongue around her daughter's pussy before pausing for a moment
to whisper, "I love you".  She wriggled her tongue between the openings as
she ate her daughter's pussy with shameless relish.  While Donna didn't
dislike what she was doing, she was only doing it to achieve her objective.
She received no sexual stimulation from it, this was simply a means to an
end.  For her part this would be the first and last time she would ever
pleasure her daughter.  These were not the roles she and her daughter were
meant to play.  From this point on it would be her daughter pleasing her,
and never the other way around.  It would be her daughter eating her
pussy...  and so much more.

   What she intended to achieve was to get her daughter to see the kind of
pleasure that she could derive from what her mother was doing.  That way,
when her mother asked her to do the same to her, she would be able to
understand the pleasure that her mother would receive.  While she didn't
know to what extent the five-year-old would be able to experience this kind
of pleasure, she was sure that it would have some impact.  In any case,
Donna just needed to get the ball rolling, and from the reaction of child
below, it was having an effect.

   Brittany legs twitched as she felt her mother's tongue slip into her
pussy and wriggle around inside.  She let out a series of gasps and sighs
at the incredible sensations within her.  "Ohhh mummy...  what...  what are
you doing?" she asked as her eyes glazed over with of awe on her face.

   "Just relax baby.  Mummy wants to make you feel good." Donna replied as
she continued to take her daughter into a new and strange place of pleasure
she had never experienced before.  "How is it honey?"

   "It's lovely mummy..."

   Unseen by Brittney, Donna's face broke into a wicked grin, as she knew
she was breaking down the barriers in her daughter's mind.  With renewed
vigour, she held the girls thighs and pushed them back.  This gave her
access to Brittney's tight little butt hole, which now lay fully exposed
before her.  Leaning in closer, she swiped her long tongue over the small
rosebud until it glistened with salvia, and then gently pushed the tip past
the tight ring and slowly fucked her rectum.

   By now, the youngster was moaning in pleasure as she pumped her tiny
bottom into her mother's face.  She squealed when Donna began to quicken
the pace of her tongue, watching it plunge in to the hilt and invade her
bowels, and then whip out again in a blur of motion.  Donna's lust filled
eyes remained fixed on her daughter's face as she molested Brittney's ass
and felt her squirm and cry out in delight.  She kept it up for a few
minutes more, the room now noisy with cries of passion and the slurping of
her tongue inside the wet anus.  Suddenly she switched back to the girls
cunt and resumed sucking and licking the little clitoris.

   "No mummy, it's too much!" her daughter cried upon feeling this renewed
assault on her young clit.  Twisting on the bed, she attempted to push her
mother's head away.

   Donna ignored her pleadings and pressed on, wrapping her arms tightly
around her daughter's thighs to keep her from squirming away.

   "It's too much mummy!  It's too much!  Stop!  I'm going to wee!" She
came as only a girl of that tender age can; lights began to flash in her
head as she felt her insides turn to liquid, mistaking the sensation for
pissing.

   Not wanting to take things too far, too fast, she quickly eased her
attack and carried on slowly licking and kissing until Brittney's sighs
ceased, and then slowly pulled her tongue out as she felt her daughter
collapse.  The woman slowly kissed her way up the child's slightly
quivering body until she reached her lips, and then kissed them tenderly
before laying on her side with her chin resting on her hand.

   "Well now, how was it?  Don't tell me you didn't like that." She teased,
with a sly smile touching her lips.

   "Ohhh mummy!  I never felt like that before."

   "I'm sure you haven't poppet..." Donna responded with a smirk.  Her face
flushed as she realised it was time to put her daughter to work on her own
body, a thought she'd been relishing ever since all of this began.  "My
next question is, could you do that for mummy...?"

   CHAPTER 5

   Brittney gazed over at her mother, soaking in the lust in her eyes.  She
was still fearful though.  The experience had been so intense, that she
wasn't comfortable with going further, at least not now.

   "I'm scared mummy."

   "Scared of what dear?  There's nothing to be afraid of.  It's just the
two of us here, nothing can hurt you."

   "I dunno, I'm just a bit scared."

   It was clear that post-coital regrets were now seeping into Brittney's
mind, but Donna did not intend to let this moment slip away.  Her gut
started to churn, as her mind started to lay out what she needed to do in
order to overcome Brittney's objections.  The dichotomy of sexual lust
versus maternal love was raging in her mind.  After a brief skirmish, lust
won out and prompted Donna to pull out her trump card.

   "But don't you love your mummy?" she said with a sad look on her face,
clearly designed to provoke a response in her daughter.

   "Of course I do!" Brittney replied with emotion tweaking her voice, "I
love you mummy" she added as she raised herself up onto her elbows.

   "Well why won't you show mummy you love her then?" The guilt savagely
ripped through Donna's mind, as she used her daughter's love as a tool to
satisfy her sexual desires.  Despite the guilt, her libido was firmly in
command.

   "I'm just scared." Brittney whimpered as her eyes started to tear up.

   "Oh darling, come here..." she said as she leaned over to embrace her
daughter.  "There's nothing to be afraid about.  Do you think your mummy
would ever hurt you?" without waiting for a response, she continued, "Don't
you worry about a thing; mummy will show you what to do.  If you do that,
you'll be as right as rain.  OK darling?" Donna wiped a tear from her cheek
and smoothed her hair as Brittney composed herself.

   With a pout, Brittney nodded her head, her eyes less fearful now.  Donna
didn't dare wait and have her get cold feet, so she jumped into action
immediately.  "Don't worry", she purred, "I'll guide you all the way.  Are
you okay if I take my clothes off now baby?"

   The girl gulped.  "OK."

   "Good, because I'm going to stand up and show you my body." She sat up
and swung her long legs off the side of the bed, then got up and stood
before her daughter.  Their eyes met for a second as she quickly undressed.
Brittany gasped when she saw her mother's magnificent figure, her eyes
taking in the sweeping curves of her breasts and her long shapely legs with
the dark fuzz nestling in-between.  Her skin looked toned and lightly
tanned, except for the pale conical breasts and angry pink nipples, which
now stood smartly to attention.  She lay down next to Brittany, and reached
for her hand, mother and daughter both naked together.

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

   "No mummy."

   "Kissing it of course." Donna said with an inviting smile.  "That's your
next job honey.  Lean forward and put your mouth over my nipple, then kiss
it and feel it grow stiff between your lips"

   Brittany leaned forward, taking the supple flesh in both hands and
brought her open mouth over the pink tip to suckle on.  The nipple felt
hard and rubbery to her tongue, while the flesh it surmounted felt soft and
smooth, but still firm as she closed her eyes and cooed like a baby.

   The way Brittany held onto her mother's breast and sucked on the nipple
wasn't too dissimilar to a mother feeding her baby, except in this case the
mother was feeding herself to her daughter for sexual gratification. 
Unlike last night though, this time she planned to have the girl do much
more.  Sighing quietly, she cradled the girl's head with her hands as she
enjoyed her oral caresses.  "Good girl" she whispered, her soft sighs
turning into moans as she passed Brittany's lips from one breast to the
other.  The pale flesh glistened with the girl's salvia in the dim bedroom
light as they rose up to fill her mouth.  Whispered encouragement found its
way past her lips as she expressed her feelings with words.  As Donna
became more aroused, the tone of her voice changed.  Her words became more
demanding, and her cunt juices were beginning to seep out in anticipation
as she instructed the girl to go lower.

   Brittany moved to obey her wishes, quickly scooting down towards the
woman's stomach, but stopping at her wrinkled belly button to give it a
kiss.

   "That's a girl..." Donna assured her, "keep going down."

   As Brittney descended, she couldn't help but stare at her mother's
vagina.  While she had seen it at a distance on occasion when her mother
was changing, she had never been this close to it before.

   With Donna splayed out on the bed, she encouraged the child to move her
body into the space between her legs.  "Up you go there precious, right
between them, and then lay back down."

   As she settled down, Brittney stared warily at the fuzz of pubic hair
above the wrinkled labia

   "Just put your face next to my vagina, or as big girls say 'cunt'," she
said lewdly, parting her legs in anticipation, "Yes that's it.  Now watch
as I open myself up for you.  Look at it darling, see how wet it is and how
it glistens, you've done that by getting me excited.  Watch as I pull back
the lips, they don't hang down any more do they?  They're more like the
wings of a butterfly." Donna cooed her words softly to the child between
her thighs, as Brittney lay breathless and in awe of the lewd spectacle
before her.  "I'm going to put two fingers either side of my clitoris
Brittany," her mother continued, "see how that make's it come forward out
of it's hood like a little finger?  It's for you honey, all for you, give
it a big kiss to say hello."

   With trepidation, Brittney leaned forward and gave her mother a gentle
kiss on her clitoris.  When Donna felt this, it was as if a bomb exploded
in her mind, sending shock waves rippling throughout her body.  She
involuntarily gasped, and then with inhuman strength, she fought the
overwhelming urge to just grab her child's head and ram it into her pussy.

   Once back in control of herself, she continued to educate her daughter
on how to sexually please her.  "Ahhh yes, that's nice.  That's your fist
kiss on my clit; I'll remember that forever sweetheart.  Now run your
tongue and lips around it.  Yes, that's it darling...  all around with your
little baby tongue.  Feel it stiffen and grow just like my nipples did. 
Now lick up the juices down there honey.  Please tell me you like it, it
would make mummy so happy if you did." Again, Donna manipulated her
daughter's emotions, by tying the pleasure Brittney was giving her mother
to emotional approval.  What child would want to make their mother unhappy?


   For her part, Brittney was nonplussed when her mother's juices started
to flow freely.  While she wasn't scared, she really wasn't sure what to
think.  With a tentative tongue, Brittney carefully reached out and licked
at a moist spot on the opening of her mother's vagina.  With her tongue
coated in her mother's discharge, she pulled it back inside her mouth and
closed her lips.  Pausing, she took a moment to allow the secretions to
roll around her mouth and over her taste buds.  For whatever reason, she
found herself unable to pin down whether she liked the taste or not, so she
snaked out her tongue and dug deeper into the centre folds of her mother's
vagina for a larger sample.

   Donna watched with anticipation as her daughter had taken one lick, and
now she was taking a second.  She hadn't yet replied to her question about
the taste, so she just left it alone for the moment.  Since her young
daughter hadn't said 'no', there didn't seem to be any reason to push the
issue.

   Brittney's tongue collected an even greater amount of her mother's
discharge this time, and again she pulled her small pink tongue back into
her mouth to mull her feelings on how it tasted.  While it did have a
distinct taste, she really had no context for it.  It didn't taste like
sweets, but it wasn't offensive either.  While she didn't actually 'like'
it in the true sense of the word, she was willing to say that she did like
it to her mother to make her happy.  If she had to swallow more of the
discharge, it wouldn't bother her.  She would do it if for nothing more
than they love of her mother.  With this decided, she finally announced,
"It's OK mummy, I like it."

   "Oh that's so wonderful darling.  You don't know how proud and happy you
have made your mummy right now." Donna gushed with praise, which brought a
big smile to Brittney's face as she soaked it all in.  There is nothing
that will make a child happier than to hear their parents say they are
proud of them.  "I'm so glad you like it poppet, because you'll be getting
a lot more of it from now on."

   Hearing this, the young girl lost a bit of her smile, since she was
unsure of exactly what her mother meant by that.  Whatever the case, she
would cross that bridge when she came to it.  With that in mind, she
neutrally replied, "OK."

   "Now one more thing I want to teach you sweetheart is that when mummy
gets excited, she may yell or say things very loudly.  You may or may not
understand what I'm saying, but when mummy does this, it's a good thing. 
It means you are making mummy very happy, so whatever you do, please don't
stop what you are doing.  OK dear?"

   "OK mummy."

   Donna was starting to lose her 'edge', so she dispensed with any other
instructions and moved to get her daughter's face back into her cunt.  With
a gentle sigh, she lowered on hand to Brittney's head and gently pulled her
back in.  "That's a good girl.  I'm so glad you like it.  Let's try some
more then, right?  Down you go, clean up mummy good sweetheart." Donna
sighed and pushed her pelvis forward.  "Keep sweeping your tongue into me!
Rub your lips against me as well and give me plenty of little kisses.  Yes,
that's right.  Good girl, keep at it." With her pleasure increasing she
moaned, "Oh darling, I can't wait any longer for this.  Press your face
between my thighs and suck my clit hard!  Don't stop doing it until I come
right in that pretty little mouth of yours.  I'm going to fuck your face
with my hot cunt lover.  Flick your tongue from side to side to excite my
clitoris.  Does it feel angry?  Yes, I'll bet it does, it's throbbing like
mad.  Take it between your lips; pretend it's a lollypop...  Yeah baby like
that!" She hissed, "Now suck on it!" She yelled.  "Ohhh, Ohhh yeah!  Keep
sucking!  Keep going!"

   Brittany flinched as she felt the woman's thighs flip over her
shoulders. She was unsure of why her mother was doing it, and so she
stopped her ministrations when it happened.

   Immediately Donna noticed her hesitation, and reassured her, "Don't
panic darling." She cooed.  "It's okay; I'm just bringing my legs up over
your shoulders.  Feel them close around your head.  You know mummy won't
hurt you right.  Nod your head for yes honey.  Good girl.  Now keep licking
and sucking honey, please don't stop when mummy is so close...!"

   While her daughter didn't know what her mother was close to, she
redoubled her efforts now that she could hear her mother's voice rising. 
Remembering her mother's earlier words, she wasn't alarmed by the yelling,
although it was a bit disconcerting at first.  Her mother's voice continued
to rise as she went from licking to lapping up her mother's copious
discharge.

   With her daughter firmly ensconced between her mother's thighs, Donna
resumed her verbal assault, "You like the feeling of Mummy's big thighs
squeezing your ears don't you?  Yeaaahhh!  You know you do!  Feel my legs
as they wrap around your back and hold you in." Her voice rose with
excitement as she thrilled to the sound of her own lewd words.  "You're
Mummy's prisoner darling and you're going nowhere till you've satisfied me
completely.  Uh huh!" She thrust her cunt up hard.  "Uh huh!" Then again.
"Yeah!  Yeaaahh darling, keep going!  Go faster!  Faster!  Don't stop... 
Don't ever stop!  Ohhh God Yeah!  Yeah!  That's it sweetie!  That's it!"
Her voice rose to a loud wail, filling the room with the sounds of her
exhilaration as she approached her crises.  The sensation of Brittany's
tongue lapping her and the knowledge of the forbidden act they were
involved in drove her over the edge.  Her voice came in sobs as angry
passion seized her, and crying out she reached for the girl's head and took
a handful of her soft hair to pull her face against her wet cunt and grind
her pelvis up against her chin.

   Brittney was starting to get a bit unsettled.  Despite her mother's
assurances, she was starting to feel a bit out of control.  Her mother was
pulling hard, pressing her face tightly against the opening to her mother's
vagina.  The juices, which oozed slowly before, were starting to run out in
a steady stream, and she had to start swallowing on a regular basis it to
keep her mouth clear.  Despite her mother's grinding and bouncing hips,
Brittney was endeavouring to hold on as best she could.

   Cunt soup smeared Brittney's face as it bounced against her mother's
thrusting groin.  The woman groaned louder as more taboo thoughts filled
her head.  "Come on!  Come on!" She urged.  "Suck me off!  Lick it!  Lick
it!  Lick it!  Oh fuck!  Oh fuck I'm going to cum.  I can't hold back.  I
can't stop it I...  Yes!  Keep going...  Keep it up, stay with me baby! 
Stay with me...  here it comes!  Here it comes...  I'm going to cum right
in that sweet fucking mouth of yours.  Ugghh!  Ugghh!" She cried as her
hips slammed backwards and forwards, her thighs squeezed her daughter's
head, holding her in place, as the heels of her feet locked together. 
Then, for the first time in her life, she screamed during an orgasm.

   Brittney tried to keep up, sucking and flicking her tongue within her
mother's vagina, trying her best to make her mother happy and proud of her.
When her mother's voice was at its peak, suddenly everything changed.  The
grip on her head tightened, and it was starting to become uncomfortable. 
She found it hard to breathe since she was being pressed so deeply into her
mother's vagina.  However, the biggest surprise was yet to come.  When her
mother screamed out, her small mouth filled quickly with short gushes of
fluid.  While not offensive, the issue was quantity.  Brittney's eyes
bulged as she found herself in shock over this new development. 
"Mmmffff..." she moaned in between gulps of the tangy liquid.

   "Shhhh!" her mother shushed her as if she had spoken out in a movie
theatre.  "Just keep swallowing, it's almost over!" Donna angrily moaned as
she neared the end of one of the most spectacular orgasms she had had in
years.

   As best as Brittney tried to appease her mother's gushing cunt, it was
just too much to swallow and breathe at the same time.  This caused some to
go down the wrong to make her cough and splutter.  However, since Donna's
eruptions had ended, she was able to recover once her mother released her.

   Hearing her daughter struggle, Donna eased up her grip on the young
girl's tresses, and relaxed her thighs.  With this done, Brittney was able
to take in some gulps of air and cough a few times to clear her windpipe.
Despite the relaxed grip, Donna hadn't released her thighs from her
daughter.  Donna paused briefly as she fought for breath.  Then in a raspy
voice said, "Clean up mummy sweetheart.  I know you're tired but just try
and lick up mummy's cunt cream, OK poppet?" Without waiting for a response
Donna gently but firmly guided the head of the five-year-old back to her
vagina.  Once there she removed her hands and let them lay loosely at her
sides as she relaxed in post-coital bliss, while her daughter dutifully
cleaned her pussy of any remaining cream.

   After a few minutes, she gaped her thighs wide to release its prisoner,
then patted the bed beside her to indicate that Brittney should come lay
next to her.  After she complied, Donna turned to her daughter and broke
the silence, "Oh sweetie that was the best gift you could ever give me.  I
can't tell you how happy you made me honey, and I am so proud of you for
drinking up every drop of mummy's special cream.  I love you so much for
this." Donna continued to heap praise on the five-year-old girl, which had
her beam with pride, even though she was still trying to recover from the
workout she had just endured.

   Brittney was of a mixed mind about all this.  To be frank, it confused
the heck out of her.  On the one hand, she had just gone on one hell of a
wild ride, and her mother seemed to have been temporarily possessed by the
devil.  On the other hand, she made her mother very happy and proud of her.
The tie went to the dealer in this case, and she decided that if it made
her mother happy and that her mother loved her for doing it, that she could
continue to do it for her.

   That night there was more of the same, and while Brittany seemed tired
at times, Donna would cradle her face in her hands and tell her how much
she loved her, and how happy she was making her.  Each time the young girl
would smile and dive back between her mother's legs with renewed vitality,
and each time she was rewarded with mouthful after mouthful of her mother's
tangy syrup.  The hours flew by, and the sheets under Donna's buttocks
became more and more soaked with the runoff that Brittany was unable to
consume.  During one of her daughter's bathroom breaks, she quickly grabbed
a towel and placed it on the bed so she wouldn't soak the mattress.

   Donna seemed insatiable in her desire to have her daughter please her
orally.  While happy that her daughter was learning how to please her over
longer periods, she didn't pressure her as much that evening as she had
after school.  It seemed that her first orgasm had released years of pent
up pressure, and once she had done that, her time with Brittney was
somewhat more relaxed.  The child's efforts carried on until the wee hours
of the morning, when they both collapsed from exhaustion and fell asleep.

   = = = =

   The next few days were like a honeymoon.  The morning after their night
of lovemaking, Donna phoned in sick for the next three days, then did the
same for her daughter by speaking to her school and telling them she had
the flu.  They spent the rest of the morning sleeping until they both
dragged themselves up for Donna to prepare them a large breakfast.  They
went shopping for the rest of the afternoon with Brittany whooping with joy
at some of the new dolls her mother bought her.  When they got back home
Brittany wanted to run upstairs and play with her two new Barbie's and
their outfits, so Donna let her.  While she did so want to continue her
daughter's new 'education', it was only fair that Brittney got to have her
little fun.  Soon her mother would be taking her to bed to provide for her
own pleasure.  Not to mention poor Brittney might be too tired to play with
her new toys if Donna had her way.

   Donna gave her an hour, and then called her into the master bedroom. 
Today she wanted to teach her how to make love to her behind.  It was one
of her favourite acts and she wanted to entice her young daughter into
rimming her as soon as possible, hence the bribe of the two dolls.  Leading
Brittany by the hand, she led into the bedroom where she quickly shed their
clothes.

   "Take off your clothes honey, and then kneel down on this pillow Mummy's
putting on the floor.  Good, that's it.  Now I'm going to teach you how to
kiss my other hole.  When I stand in front of you, I want you to lick and
kiss the cheeks of my nice big bottom.  Start by doing that and then I'll
guide you in further when I'm ready for you.  How do you feel about that?"

   "But that's where the poo comes out." Brittany offered with a crinkled
nose, somewhat reluctant to blindly appease her mother.

   "Don't be silly dear; it's perfectly clean, look for yourself." Donna
reached back, and with both hands spread her cheeks apart to assure the
girl they weren't dirty.  However, for good measure she added, "Don't you
love your mummy?  I thought you loved me?" Oh how Donna's gut turned when
she invoked a mother's 'love' to seduce her daughter into orally copulating
with her anus.

   "I do love you mummy, it's just..." Brittney stopped mid-sentence, not
knowing what to say.  She loved her daughter dearly, but this just seemed
so wrong.

   Seeing her hesitation, Donna again tried to lure her in, "Look honey, I
promise it will be fine.  Just give it a little kiss; right on the button
in the middle and you'll see that it doesn't taste bad at all."

   While still not convinced, Brittney was willing to try if only to assure
her mother she loved her.  Leaning closer, she carefully sniffed the
budding rosebud.  Not only did she not smell anything distasteful, it
actually smelled clean.  This would of course make perfect sense if one
knew that Donna had showered while Brittney was busy playing with her
dolls. However, the young girl was so engrossed with her toys she paid no
heed to what her mother was doing.  With a brisk and abrupt motion, she
pursed her lips and pressed them against Donna's hole, and as quickly as
she connected, she backed her head away.

   "That wasn't so bad, was it?  I would love you ever so much if you did
this for your mummy.  Please?" Again with the guilt, but for Donna if a
tool works, you use it.  With her hands still holding her cheeks open, she
watched with baited breath as her daughter leaned in again.  Another kiss
landed on her rosebud, and this time Brittney spent about three seconds
making contact.  While this happened, Donna's mind was exploding in
pleasure, since she was making another dream come true.  "That's a good
girl, keep going dear.  Give it lots of kisses with your pretty little
mouth."

   Leaning back in, Brittney gave in to her mother's desires and continued
to kiss the area in and around the rosebud.

   "Oh that's so beautiful my sweet child; you are making your mummy love
you so much!  Don't just kiss it dear, you can lick it like you did last
night.  Just keep licking and kissing honey, there's no wrong way you can
do it.  That's right honey, I'm going to let go of my cheeks now and you
can press your face inside.  See how my cheeks hug your face?  They love
you my darling, please love them back." Donna was beside herself in
pleasure as she egged on her little five-year-old daughter in the
perversity of worshipping her asshole.  Despite her daughter's initial
reservations, she had now seemingly overcome her fear that it would be
distasteful.  This was no accident of course.  Donna had made sure to wash
the area impeccably while her daughter was playing, and she used both
scented body wash while bathing, and then after rinsing applied a thin film
of scented oil.  Her buttocks would smell like a bouquet of flowers,
although she knew that this was only to get her started.  Soon her washing
would be less fastidious, and if all went well, her daughter's tongue would
replace the need for toilet paper.

   As Brittney continued her efforts, she became more and more relaxed.  So
much so, that she placed her hands on the older woman's legs to support
herself, and then with a deep inhale she leaned forwards and pressed her
pretty features into the first cheek.  It yielded to the pressure of her
face, yet still felt firm to the touch.  She stuck out her tongue, and at
first tentatively licked up and down the surface.  She felt goose pimples
and in one or two places a couple of brown moles, which she twirled the tip
around to savour.  The flesh felt warm and still smelt beautiful from the
body oil that had been rubbed into it earlier, and she relished the feeling
of the silky domes as she lapped them with her tongue.

   She began covering each one with a series of butterfly kisses, followed
by wet open-mouthed licks.  She felt her mother push back as she rubbed her
ass into her willing face.  Brittney opened her mouth wider, trying to fill
it with the soft flesh.  Then she felt a hand gently guide her face
sideways until she took the hint and moved her head towards the partition,
slowly kissing her way along, until her nose brushed against the woman's
dark crack.  She sighed as she took the plunge and felt her mother's hands
on the back of her head become more demanding.  She had no choice but to
bury her lips against the brown rose bud of her mother's anus.  She
breathed in the rich aroma of its dank secretions, the smell beginning to
sour as her mother became more aroused.  It nearly made her pull out and
gag but she knew that would upset her grown up lover, so she forced herself
to breathe in again and tolerate the strong tang.

   Donna began to churn her buttocks round and round into the five-year-old
child's face, so that any one viewing the scene would have seen a beautiful
woman with her head thrown back in ecstasy, grinding her buttocks into the
obscured face of a young girl.  The person would either be appalled or
enthralled, but either way would watch in fascination, hearing the wet
slops of the girl's feasting mouth, and the moans of the woman, as he or
she witnessed the lewd spectacle before them.  It was soon becoming too
much for Donna, and as the orgasm built up inside her, she was nearly ready
to explode.  It was when Brittney - unprompted - attempted to stick her
tongue inside her rosebud that Donna lost it.  With a guttural roar, she
started to cum.  With lightning fast reflexes, she spun herself around,
grabbed the five-year-old's head, and plunged it in between her legs.

   "Oh honey, drink mummies cream baby!  Drink it all up!" she cried as she
came noisily, there's no other way to describe it.  Donna came so much so
that she scared Brittany, who tried to pull out, until her mother begged
her to carry on.  The orgasm left Donna sobbing as she collapsed on to the
bed and took her daughter into her arms.  It was a shattering experience
for both of them and for the next twenty minutes, they both lay still until
their breathing returned to normal.  Finally, Donna propped her head up
from the pillow and kissed the girl softly on the lips as she smiled into
her eyes.

   "Thank you darling, that was wonderful for me.  You made me love you so
very much when you did that.  Did you mind doing it?"

   Brittany shook her head, as though the very thought of her minding doing
anything to eschew her mother's love was unthinkable.  "It was a bit
strange at first," she admitted, "but then it was OK I think."

   Her mother sighed lustily as she kissed Brittney's forehead, then her
nose, then her ears and finally her lips as unbelievably her passion grew
once again.  "That's nice Brittany." she whispered seductively, "In that
case do you think you could manage to do it one more time?"

   "OK mummy." She nodded dutifully.

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

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

   CHAPTER 6

   "Cheers"

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

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

   "So how was your week?"

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

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


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

   "Pardon?" she replied with mock surprise.

   "Donna, I've known you a long time, and you are far too easy to read. 
What's his name?"

   Susan's hand slid down to her friend's leg, and caressed its way up her
stocking covered thigh.  "You know you can share your secret with me." She
cooed.  "We never keep anything from each other darling.  Do tell honey,
you know it's safe with me."

   Donna looked away for a moment as she sought for the right words to tell
Susan about her and Brittany, as she had been dying to tell her ever since
she came round.  Susan was Donna's soul mate, both were more than friends
and lovers; they were almost like sisters, both fiercely protective of each
other and very devoted.  "You're right." She bit her lip slightly before
she continued.  "But it's a she, not a he.  She's also younger.  I know how
much you adore younger girls Susan.  It's one of your closely guarded
secrets."

   Susan gave a long apprising stare as she wondered just where the
conversation was going.  Donna knew her liking for young girls, not just
young but pre-teen.  It was her secret fantasy to seduce a girl still in
nursery school, that's just how young she liked them.  Donna had been her
only confidant, her secret yearning known only to her because she knew she
wouldn't be appalled as other people would.  In fact, Donna had found the
idea quite stimulating herself, but never to the extent, that Susan had. 
Her breath caught in her throat as she waited for her to continue.

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

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

   Donna paused, and then downed a large swig of her drink.  With the
alcohol loosening her tongue, she finally blurted out in a hushed whisper,
"Five."

   Susan's eyes bulged wide with this revelation, and then rolled back in
her head as she closed them to try to contain the wave of excitement that
rushed through her body.  Not only had Donna passed a boundary she seemed
unwilling to cross, she had managed to do so with girl at an age that she
had always dreamed.  A very young girl.  With the strength of a thousand
women, Susan reigned in her feelings.  "Oh really?" Susan managed to calmly
reply.  She had to use extraordinary restraint to not disturb the tone of
this conversation.  She wanted to keep her emotions in check.

   "In a way I've been having a relationship with her ever since she was
born." Donna replied, reaching out and taking Susan's had in hers as she
gazed into her burning eyes.  "You see darling, I'm her mother."

   "Oh my God!" Susan gasped aloud as she was overwhelmed with emotion. 
Her hand shot up to her mouth to try to squelch her outburst, but it was
too late.  Not only had she been overwhelmed by the revelation of the age
of her young lover, to find out it was Donna's daughter was beyond belief.
Her head fell back on the sofa as she stared up at the ceiling.  For a
while there was silence, almost like the after effects of an explosion, and
in a way it was.

   "Have I shocked you?"

   "In the enormity of what you're saying, I suppose you have.  I just need
to take it in, I don't disapprove." She paused and breathed out loudly,
letting a gust of air blow her dark hair away form her forehead.  "I'm
honoured you told me.  How long...  I mean when did you..." Susan's voice
trailed off as her mind lost its way.

   Donna leaned forward and kissed her.  For the next half an hour she told
her everything, all that had happened, how she had felt, what she had done
about it, and everything they had done together since.

   When Donna had finished, Susan quietly stood up, took her by the hand
and kissed her with a furious passion, which showed just how she felt.  "I
think it's time we made our way upstairs." She whispered.  With that, they
began their slow progress to the bedroom.  Slow because the two excited
women could only get a few feet further before falling on each other,
kissing passionately and pulling off items of clothing.  By the time they
flung the bedroom door open, they were both naked.

   Donna fell onto the bed and was about to pull Susan down too, but she
resisted.

   "No, no not this way.  Stand up darling, I want to worship your gorgeous
body," she said, as lust overtook her.  Donna got to her feet as Susan
knelt down before her and clasped her hands around her trembling buttocks.
The domes yielded to her caress as her palms sank into each one, at the
same time she pressed her face against her belly, kissing, licking and
rubbing her nose and jaw into her pale flesh until she suddenly pulled back
to look up into Donna's eyes in a moment of supplication and as it
happened, apprehension.  "Would you mind if I pretend to be Brittany?" She
asked.

   Donna gave a gasp of surprise, or was it lust as she looked down upon
the kneeling beauty.  Oh yes how deliciously kinky that would be, and so
many possibilities too.  She and Susan were birds of a feather when it came
to `nasty'.  Why hadn't she thought of it earlier?

   "Call me Mummy." She murmured.

   "Yes Mummy."

   Donna's breathing was jerky, her breasts rising and falling with swollen
pink nipples, as she stood hands on hips like an Amazon before her.

   "You're going to make mummy feel so fucking good with that sexy little
mouth of yours aren't you?  Hmm... You want that don't you sweetie.  You
want mummy to cream off in your mouth....  Cream you a mouthful so you can
drink it down like a honey bee." The last sentence came out in a strangled
croak as the moment overcame her.

   "Oh fuck!" moaned Susan before she could stop herself.  She knew Donna
was beside herself at her idea; the sex was going to be fantastic.

   "Oh yes mummy.  I'll do anything you want.  Use my mouth for anything."
She said in a small voice.

   Donna was immensely aroused at Susan's role-play, since she was able to
say things that Brittney would never say and that her mother longed to
hear. Donna took her hands off her hips to part her labia and snake them
into Susan's lush blonde hair before thrusting her hips into her face.  She
gasped as she felt the woman's hot breath on her cunt, then her warm, wet
mouth as it began to alternate between lip worship and intermittent swipes
of her tongue, the rough scraping of the sensitive flesh providing an
exquisite counterpoint to her gentle kisses.  She let out a moan, then
another, and then another and finally a scream.  It was going to be quick,
both women know it as Susan unleashed an attack on her clit that had Donna
grabbing her hair into bunches and pulling her so tightly against her, that
Susan yelped but carried on her onslaught.

   "Ugh!  Ugh!  Ugh!" She cried as she punctuated each sound with a hard
thrust of her hips.  "I'm cumming... Oh fuck.  Yes!  Yes!!  Take it
down...Drink me, swallow my spunk you angel mouth!"

   Susan was glugging down mouthfuls of cream; she could actually feel it
squirting against her pallet as she swallowed.  She tried to tilt her eyes
upwards to watch Donna's face as she cried out but a forest of bushy curls
obscured her vision.  The gripping of her hair gradually lessened until she
was free again and able to pull her head back and look up at her goddess.
Donna was looking down at her with a dreamy look in her eyes, a lover's
smile, her long tawny hair hanging down like a halo.

   "That was amazing!  Oh god that was fantastic..." She said in a hushed
voice as she dropped down on her knees, took Susan's face in her hands and
then opened her mouth against her lips as though she was eating her.

   Later they lay on the bed with Susan's head resting on Donna's breasts
and her teasing fingers hidden in her pubes.  With a sly grin and childish
voice she asked, "Mummy?  Was I a good girl?"

   "Yes dear, a very good girl." She cooed softly as she gently removed
Susan's moving fingers away from her pussy lips and brought them up to her
mouth.

   Oh yes, there were all kinds of possibilities here.

   As the morning passed into afternoon, shadows began to fall across the
large room.  "It's time I thought about getting back home." Donna sighed as
she noted the changing light seeping over their sweating bodies. 
"Brittany's due to be home from school soon." She yawned and leaned over to
kiss Susan on the lips.  "I'm going to be too tired for any more fun today
though.  As usual you've worn me out, and believe me that takes some
doing."

   Susan didn't respond; her mind was elsewhere for a moment.  What
thoughts the lovemaking hadn't occupied, were still handcuffed to the
thoughts of a five-year-old girl pleasing Donna in ways she had only
dreamed of.

   "Honey, where have you gone, you're miles away?" Donna asked looking
down at her preoccupied lover.

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

   "Yes?" Donna raised her eyebrows slightly.

   "You said she'll do anything you say?"

   "That's true," she admitted, "while I do have to bring her along, I've
learned verbal ways to sway her."

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

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

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

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

   "Umm..." Susan though for a moment and then sat up and squeezed the
other woman's breast.  "What if you don't say anything?"

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

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

   Donna eyes shone with excitement as she reached over and kissed her
friend, smiling into her eyes.  She knew what she was going to do.

   CHAPTER 7

   The next few days were hectic at work preparing for the Grand Prix that
coming Saturday.  Donna wouldn't be getting back home until Saturday night.
Fortunately, Amanda's parents Jean and David Dawson were good about looking
after Brittany; both were some years older than she was, I guess probably
in their early fifties, although Amanda had been adopted.  They hadn't been
married long, they were both divorced and had adult children.  As soon as
the race ended, Donna was on her way home.  Driving through the rain, she
was looking forward to a few days leave and time to spend with her
beautiful daughter.  She called at Jean and David's place around seven that
evening and Jean answered the door.  Jean was a pleasant faced attractive
woman with shoulder length curly blonde hair and sparkly green eyes that
managed to keep her full figure in good shape.  Donna was glad to see you
could still look good in your fifties if you were lucky and worked out a
little.  She resolved to do the same herself when she had to.

   "Hi Donna, come in out of the weather." She smiled.  "I'll bet you're
about worn out, you look it.  Would you like a drink?" Donna must have
looked tired, she certainly felt it and she was more than glad to accept a
small glass of wine when Jean put it into her hand.  She thanked her as
Jean called for the children to come down stairs.  It took some time for
them to answer, but they finally did.  Both were heavily engrossed in one
of Amanda's board games that they were playing on her bedroom floor. 
"Brittany, your mummy's here!" She called.

   Donna's heart leapt as she heard Brittney call out "Mummy!" and rush
down the stairs like a tornado to jump into her arms.  Donna lifted her up
off the floor and nearly forgot herself, wanting to kiss her like a lover
rather than a mother.  Instead, she gave her a large hug and told her how
much she'd missed her.  Donna put her down on the floor as the young girl
wrapped her arms around her mother's legs and clung onto her, as Donna
thanked Jean for looking after her.

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

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

   "Thanks love, I will." she nodded.

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

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

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

   The last few days had taken their toll on Donna, it had been a tough
work schedule with long hours of preparation sometimes from dawn to dusk
and she needed her sleep.  Unfortunately, this meant Brittany had to sleep
in her own room for the night.  As Donna followed her up the stairs, upon
reaching the top she turned Brittney around and kissed her softly on the
lips.  "You get some rest poppet.  Tomorrow night mummy will want all of
your special kisses, and more, to show mummy how much you love her, OK?

   Brittany's skin tingled as she tried to imagine what 'and more' could
mean, but put the thought out of her mind and reached out to give her
mother a hug.  "Goodnight mummy."

   "Goodnight darling."

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

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

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

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

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

   "No, you're like the tigers at the zoo.  Not at all fat."

   "Tigers are the male lions honey, the females are called 'tigress'."

   Brittney nodded in acknowledgment of this little titbit of education and
continued to eat.

   "Like a tigress, hmm." Donna's eyebrow arched at the double entendre
that her daughter wouldn't understand.  "Well that's good," she continued,
and then leaning over and lowering her voice said, "Because I have nice
hungry pussy waiting for you when we get home.  Gurrrrrrrr." She growled as
Brittany burst out laughing so much she got the hiccups.  Donna smiled and
waited for the attack to subside and then continued talking in simple terms
for the small child.  "Sometimes I'm very busy at work dear.  I was very
tired when I finished being on television, which is why I needed to sleep
so much when I got home, and you had to sleep in your own bed.  Tonight
though...." She again said the last couple of words in a quieter voice,
making sure despite the hubbub that they were for Brittany's ears alone. 
"I'm feeling exceptionally randy, and what do you think I want once we get
home...." Her finger traced the contours of the girl's small mouth,
caressing her sensitive lips.

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

   "Uh huh." She nodded and then growled like a tiger once again and
Brittany smiled back at her mother with tinkling laughter.  She rose from
the table clutching the car keys.

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

   Ten minutes later they were home, the key turned in the lock as the door
slammed shut on the outside world leaving the two of them alone.  Once
inside, Donna dropped her keys on the floor and wasted no time in dragging
the young girl up to the master bedroom.  She was in such a rush that she
didn't even bother taking off their coats and shoes until they were steps
away from the bed.  With the clock passing seven, she was looking forward
to a long and luxurious evening of pleasure at the hands - or perhaps
better said, at the mouth - of the five-year-old girl she was presently
undressing in a brisk manner.  Clothes were tossed into a heap at the foot
of the bed.  She would worry about that later.  In less than a minute, she
had her young daughter naked and standing before her.

   Donna began undressing, though taking more time to divest herself of her
garments.  Each button on her white blouse was unsnapped and pulled away
with the slowest deliberation.  A small smile played on her lips as she
threw the top to the floor and reached down to unfasten the zipper of her
pencil shaped skirt, the sound instantly recognisable in the silent room.
It fell in a heap down her shapely legs to reveal silky dark stockings
resting below a thrilly black garter belt.  She sent the skirt flying
across the room with what seemed like an almost lazy kick of her leg, and
then reached behind her back to unsnap her bra, allowing her heavy breasts
to spill out and bounce lewdly together.  Donna tossed her long hair back
over her shoulders, causing the long dark tresses to tumble down past her
shoulder blades as she purred in anticipation of her young lover's agile
mouth.

   The harsh light picked out the hard nipples with a clarity Brittany had
never seen before, so that even the veins stood out clearly inside the
white flesh of her breasts.  Seeing Brittney staring in subtle awe of her
body, and since she wasn't resisting her previous sexual efforts in any
meaningful way, Donna felt it was time to step up the means in which she
manipulated young Brittney to do her bidding.  "Sweetheart?"

   "Yes mummy?" Brittney replied as her mother was removing the last
vestiges of her clothing.

   "I'd like to play make believe.  Instead of you calling me mummy, I'd
like you to call me 'mistress' and I'll call you 'slave girl'.  How does
that sound?"

   "What's a miss tress?"

   "Well, a mistress is a woman who is in control of another person.  In
this case, I am in control of you.  To make it fun I want to call you
'slave girl'.  You know what a slave is, don't you poppet?"

   "Not really..."

   "Well it's not hard.  A slave girl is someone who does whatever the
mistress tells her to do.  It's kinda like mummy and daughter, except this
time I won't be asking you to do things for me, I will be telling you to do
things.  Then you have to do it right away no matter what and with no
complaints.  It will be fun I promise!"

   Brittney was a bit apprehensive after hearing her mother's remarks. 
While her mother was trying to make it sound fun, the prospect of becoming
a 'slave' was nevertheless disconcerting.  She paused to mull this over
with a concerned look on her face.

   Seeing that her daughter might balk, Donna reluctantly pulled out the
big guns.  "What's the matter poppet?  Don't you love your mummy?  You know
how happy this would make mummy, right?  Please don't make mummy sad." she
finished with a frown.  While her words may have flowed freely, her
conscience gave her a kick in the gut for manipulating her own daughter in
such a shameless manner.  That was of no consequence though; her libido was
firmly in control right now.

   Brittney's face grew sad when she saw her mother's face sour.  She
started to feel guilty for not wanting to make her mother happy, and
quickly resigned herself to do what her mother asked of her.  "I'm sorry
mummy!  Please don't be sad!  I'll be slave girl and you can be miss tress,
I don't mind."

   Donna found her pronunciation of mistress cute, since she said it as if
it was a name, 'Miss Tress', and not a word.  Pushing that minor thought
out of her head, she quickly brought a smile to her face and began to gush
praise for her daughter.  "Oh come here sweety!" Donna said as she knelt
down and held open her arms, "I'm sure you'll be the best slave girl ever,
won't you?"

   Eagerly accepting her mother's hug, the now naked young girl found
herself pressed into her mother's flesh, with her head between Donna's
breasts.

   "Don't you worry honey, I promise I'll explain everything and you'll do
just fine.  I know you will do everything I say to the letter since you are
such a good little poppet, aren't you?" she said while adding a little
tickle on her midsection.

   "Mummy no!" Brittney squealed in giggles as she squirmed away.

   "Alright then, why don't I tell you what mummy wants you to do...  For
tonight I want you to call me Mistress when we're in the bedroom.  OK?"

   "Yes mummy." her daughter replied, already neglecting her first command.

   Donna raised an eyebrow at her daughter, "What do we call me in the
bedroom?"

   "Oh, yes miss tress"

   "It's mistress dear, not Miss Tress.  Say it all together, mistress..."

   Brittney practiced saying the word a few times as her mother stood over
her with arms crossed.  From her position, she was only a few feet away
from her mother's bush, and she knew that soon her face would be there.

   "That's much better slave girl." Donna said once her daughter had - for
the most part - mastered the pronunciation of the word 'mistress'.  In a
way, she was almost disappointed that her daughter caught on so quickly,
since he was starting to become aroused at her daughter repeating the word.
"Now then, here is your first job." Her knickers came off with a swish but
instead of throwing them away, she kept hold of them and held the soiled
crotch in her hand.  "Lick them.  Taste your beautiful Mistress." She
ordered in a quiet, sultry voice.

   Brittany paused ever so briefly, but didn't hesitate to grab her
mother's damp panties and press them against her mouth.  Once there, she
ran her tongue into the crotch and crammed it into her mouth.  To her it
was just a piece of fabric; she had no concept of the degradation aspect of
this behaviour.

   A smug grim crept onto Donna's face as she watched her for a while, then
she slid a hand between her thighs to stroke her pussy lips through her
forest of hair.  Content that Brittney would continue to suck on her
panties without supervision, she walked over to the wardrobe, pulled two
fat pillows off the shelf and placed them on the floor by the side of the
double bed.  "Sniff those panties, smell my cunt nectar, it's what you're
going to be drinking in a minute."

   Brittany put the sheer material to her nose and inhaled the pungent
fragrance of the smelly knickers.

   Donna found the act of devotion quite beautiful, but was eager to get
the pretty child's face elsewhere, it had been a long wait for the horny
woman and she was dying to satisfy her sexual famine.  "Kneel on the
cushions slave girl and face me." She instructed gently.

   Quick to obey her Brittney hurried over and soon knelt comfortably on
the firm pillows, facing away from the bed, waiting for whatever was to
happen next.  She didn't have long to wait as her mother crossed the
harshly lit room to stand before her, now completely naked but for her
skimpy stockings and suspenders.

   "Kiss my pussy." She ordered, interlocking her fingers on the back of
her daughter's head, pulling her closer.  "Kiss it you darling girl!"

   Brittany lips pressed against the dank hairy cunt as she began to lick
and kiss it instinctively, her tongue flicking against the clit, teasing
the tender flesh.

   Donna loved the feeling of power she wielded over the young girl.  As a
mother in the normal sense of the word, she had always had it, but not like
this, never like this.  It was so depraved, so...  nasty!  Gently, she took
Brittney by the ears and began guiding her with up and down motions of her
head, wiping her face against the bushy pussy.  Donna trembled as her young
lover's nose, lips and chin grazed the gaping flaps of her hole.  When she
held her to her clit Brittney would concentrate on that area, and Donna
sighed as desire rocked her.  "Mmmm, yes, yes." she hissed humping against
her.  "Your tongue!  Use your tongue on my clit.  Can you feel it?  Feel
the hard little bump.  Oh yes!" her voice boomed.  "Lick it!  Kiss it! 
Suck it!" Donna became oblivious to the awkward position she had forced
Brittany into.  All that mattered to her now was her own satisfaction.  Her
side stance became even more lewd as she bent her knees and practically
mounted Brittany's upturned face, as she sagged in her kneeling position on
the pile of pillows by the side of the bed.

   The girl let out a series of mostly muffled gasps and groans, as Donna
selfishly jockeyed for an even better position.  It mattered not what
discomfort the five-year-old might be experiencing, what was important was
releasing the pent up desires inside of her.  When the ecstasy overwhelmed
her, Donna climbed up even higher and draped a leg over the youngsters
shoulder.  At the same time, she lowered her pussy down hard on Brittney's
face, which caused Donna to tumble forward on the bed.  She rode down on
her daughter, gasping for joy as her cunt completely smothered the young
girl beneath her.  Her thighs were practically pressing against the
mattress, as she bore her cunt down harder.

   "Do it!  Shove your tongue up inside my pussy slave!" Donna demanded, as
she continued to extract pleasure from her daughter's ministrations on her
cunt.  Her daughter had little choice in the matter, but it was patently
clear that she wasn't finding the experience too distressing, as her small
tongue penetrated her mother's cunt and licked up the syrupy honey inside.
Vibrations rattled Donna's very core as she shrieked in joyous rapture. 
Erotic flames danced in her cuntal depths, filling her with sweet delight.
Soon she began rotating her hips, pressing down harder onto Brittany's
mouth and face.  Brittney's nose nudged her clit again, and the horny woman
squealed in delight as a sudden intense orgasm ripped through her.  She
bolted upright, stiffening as wild sensation shot through her cunt, her
juices wetting Brittany's face, filling her mouth and even going up her
nostrils.

   "Drink it!" She yelled, her voice coming in a breathless gasp.  "Suck it
all up!  Yes!  Yes!  Oh yes damn you yessss!" Her cunt clenched her
daughter's tongue as her climax heightened.  She heard Brittney choke down
an initial swallow, after which the young girl inhaled through her nose to
clear her nostrils.  That too was swallowed, but was quickly joined by more
fluids in her small mouth.

   Donna shivered with another orgasm as Brittany continued to eat her. 
Meanwhile the young girl reached behind Donna and clutched the smooth and
supple cheeks of her mother's trembling buttocks, as if to steady the feral
pussy attacking her face.  She continued to devour her mistress' cunt,
sucking the very essence of her pussy down her throat.  Donna's cunt again
overflowed, and she grabbed her young lover's hair and pulled her even
tighter to her quaking cunt.  Her gasping words were no longer
understandable, but Brittany seemed to have no trouble getting her message.


   Suddenly Brittney's mouth was awash with more hot liquid; it was a taste
she'd never known before, faintly bitter and salty.  The volume took her
completely by surprise.  She had no other choice but to swallow, but the
flow was so fast some of it went down the wrong way, then up her nose
making her markedly choke and cough.

   While a little discomfort was one thing, Donna didn't want to take her
too far too fast.  She pulled away quickly at the sounds of the girl's
distress.  Donna continued to piss wildly for a second, urine splashing and
hissing off the girl's face until she was able to clench her bladder and
cease the flow.

   "Sorry darling, oh sorry lover." She cried.  All signs of the mistress
disappearing as she switched her role to concerned mother.  Leaning down
she took her daughter into her arms.  "Are you alright baby?" she said
between gasps, still from her massive orgasm.

   "I think so." She coughed once more, sitting upright as she spluttered
and cleared her lungs.

   Donna sprinted to the bathroom, her breasts swinging crazily in time to
her wobbling buttocks.  All grace and poise seemed to have evaporated as
she brought back a wet facecloth and a towel to wash and dab the child's
swimming face.

   "It's alright Mum, I'm better now."

   Donna believed her because Brittany smiled as she spoke, but she felt a
tinge of guilt about the charade of pretending it was an accident, knowing
it was all planned beforehand to test the girl's reaction.  "There," she
cooed as she dabbed her face dry with the towel "You're all dried off now.
I'm sorry dear I just lost control." She lied, apparently not guilty enough
to tell the truth.  "You were just loving your mummy so much that I lost
control.  I didn't hurt you, did I?  My wee wee didn't taste bad, did it?"
For her part, Donna was not concerned about the flavour of her urine at
all. In fact, she had taken great care to drink only water all day, and she
avoided foods that she knew would make her urine objectionable.  While it
was hard to resist having a cup of tea, she knew the sacrifice was worth it
in the long haul.  The first taste was crucial.  If she put her young
daughter off with foul tasting urine, any hope of turning her into her own
personal toilet would go 'down the drain', so to speak.

   "I didn't like it when it went down the wrong way and made me cough and
that, but..." Her voice trailed off as she recalled the event.  She was
trying to remember what it tasted like, but she didn't remember tasting
much at all.  While she was overwhelmed with the sheer amount of fluid, she
didn't recall it being objectionable.  She looked up into her mother's face
seeking further reassurance, which came with a vigorous nodding of the head
and raised eyebrows, in an unspoken.  'Yes go on, it's alright, I'm
listening' kind of way.

   "It didn't taste that bad." She finally admitted while putting heavy
emphasis on the word 'that'.  She didn't want to make her mother sad by
saying she didn't like it.

   There was a subdued silence for the next few moments as Donna gently
stroked her daughter's brow, thinking of what to say next and how to
continue with the crucial moment.  She bent down to kiss her forehead for a
moment, her lips brushing against her in a soft caress.  Then choosing her
next words carefully she continued, but not before being forced to clear
her tight throat first.

   "Do you know what poppet?" she continued quietly, putting a warm smile
into her voice.  "I kind of liked it as well.  If we both liked it...  Well
why don't we do it again, only I'll be a lot more careful this time." She
paused, but then continued before Brittney could respond.  "What do you say
my little slave girl?" she added, giving her a tiny tickle.  While her
daughter giggled, she didn't squirm away.  She pondered her mother's
request, and in her mind she resigned herself to drinking the fluid in the
same way she drank her mother's secretions.

   "OK mummy.  I mean mistress." Brittney corrected herself as she smiled
up at her mother.

   "Oh that's so lovely sweetheart.  As a matter of fact, I didn't finish
going wee just then.  I had to stop myself.  There's still more inside me.
Could I do the rest in your mouth?  It would make your mistress so very
happy."

   "I guess so."

   "And will you drink it?"

   Brittney replied with a meek nod.

   Donna exhaled in relief, suddenly feeling light headed with excitement
as she said in as normal a voice as possible.  "Good slave." she said,
although in a teasing way to mirror Brittney's endearing use of the word
'mistress' just moments before.  "Let's lie you down on the bed.  There you
go.  Now lift your head up a second, that's a good girl.  Just let me slide
this towel underneath your head so we don't get the bed wet." Once Donna
was satisfied with the arrangements, and Brittany was lying flat on her
back with the towel beneath her head, she climbed onto the bed and slowly
knee walked up Brittany's body.  With breasts swaying, she moved until her
cunt was poised just above her young daughter's small mouth.

   "Open wide for mummy, that's right." she instructed as the five-year-old
complied with her wishes.  She spread her own lips up with her fingers,
which caused Brittany's eyes to become glued to the obscene sight of her
mother's wide-open sex.  There were a few moments of silence in the charged
atmosphere of the large bedroom.  Then Donna gave a quiet sigh and relaxed
her bladder slightly to allow a very thin trickle of pee to stream out of
her urethra.  The warm liquid initially missed its mark, hitting the young
girl's cheek, but Donna quickly corrected, and aimed the stream into her
daughter's inviting mouth and directly onto her pink tongue.  Urine
splashed over Brittany's tongue, washing over her teeth and gums as it
began to slowly and fill her mouth.  She was careful not to hit the back of
her small mouth, since it could likely cause her to choke.  Once near the
top she stopped her flow.

   Brittney found the act stimulating more than anything, since she was
feeding off the fire of desire in her mother's eyes.  She really didn't
taste anything at all, other than a slight hint of bitterness and
saltiness.

   "Hold it there sweetie." her mother instructed.  "Taste it first.  Good,
now slowly begin to swallow." Brittany gulped and a swish of the warm
nectar coursed down her throat and into her stomach.  This was her first
'real' taste of her mother's urine, and it wouldn't be her last.  With the
virginity of her throat taken by her mother's bladder, she continued to
swallow down the rest of the slightly salty discharge.

   Donna closed her eyes in ecstasy at the filthy sounds.  She imagined her
piss filling her little girl's stomach; it was so nasty that just the
thought of participating in such a perverted act with her young daughter
was bliss to her soul.  A moan of ecstasy passed her lips when she saw
Brittany had drank it all up.  "Drink it straight away this time." she
urged as with a sigh, as she began again.  With intense concentration, she
managed to produce a slow steady stream that Brittany swallowed
continuously.  A stray lock of hung over one of Brittany's eyes, which
Donna patted back into place beyond her hairline.  Her fingers ran through
her hair, caressing the long blonde locks as she murmured loving sweet
nothings, her soft words mingling with the gentle hiss of her flowing
nectar and the little girl's swallowing.

   "Beautiful." She murmured.

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

   CHAPTER 8

   The honeymoon continued, and was getting kinkier by the day.  Donna
expanded her 'what happens in the bedroom is private' rule to encompass the
entire house now, giving her free reign to enjoy Brittney's mouth whenever
it suited her.  For her part, Brittney had come to accept urine as
non-objectionable, and so she soon became a willing repository for her
mother's liquid waste product.

   The toilet was out of bounds for Donna for the rest of the weekend for
everything, or nearly everything.  Each time she felt her bladder in need
of release - or often when it wasn't - she crooked her finger at Brittany
who dropped to her knees with an open mouth.  They managed to christen
every room of the house with their bizarre games, with Brittany drinking
her mother's piss at nearly every opportunity.  They often say that
children don't drink enough water every day.  With urine being ninety-five
percent water, Brittney was always getting more than enough water to drink.

   Donna was careful not to overdo it however.  As much as she wished she
could run a catheter from her bladder into the five-year-old child's mouth,
one must not go too far.  So to assure her daughter's stomach would always
be available for her, she began to try and arrange it so that she would use
her daughter's mouth at certain times of day.  For example, she would
normally use the washroom for her first piss of the day, given how strong
it could be.  The last thing she needed was to scare her off or upset her
tummy for the day at school.  During the week, Brittney would usually be
expected to take in a belly full of urine as soon as she got home.  Most
afternoons Donna would cross her legs to hold off on using the washroom so
that she could use her urinal at home.  Then after dinner, once they sat
down to watch television, her daughter was always the toilet of choice for
her evening pee.  Lastly, when putting Brittney to bed she would always
give her a nice drink before she fell asleep in her arms.  On weekends, she
would use her portable throughout the entire day.

   The interactions with her daughter would often become nothing more than
an excuse for her mother to seek sexual satisfaction or bladder release. 
While Donna did like to praise her daughter when she did well, often Donna
would treat her daughter as if her actions were simply what was expected of
her.  In that regard it was true.  She certainly loved her daughter, but
the reality was that this relationship was hers to exploit, and she
intended to do so.  Often times when she was on her cordless telephone she
would walk into the lounge, sit down on the chair, snap her fingers and
point to her crotch.  That was Brittney's cue that she wanted to be
serviced.  Her daughter would know whether she wanted potty or pleasure by
how her mother brought her face into her pussy.  If she brought it in and
held it still, it meant potty.  However if she wanted pleasure, she could
rock her hips in her face.

   Other times her daughter would be expected to sacrifice her chance to
watch television if Donna wanted a slow relaxing pussy licking.  Those
nights would see Brittney on the couch with her head under her mother's
skirt as she licked and sucked for an hour or two while her mother watched
the telly.  If she ever got tired her mother would simply push her head
back down.  Then there were other days where Donna would be too tired to do
more than just use Brittney as a urinal and nothing more.  She was always
cognisant of the need to make sure her daughter learned to accept this as
normal behaviour, and never a day went by where she didn't receive at least
one load of urine.

   The golden showers continued over the next few weeks as Brittany drank
her mother dry.  Not satisfied with just using her daughter's mouth to
drain her urine on weeknights, one day Donna had a wicked idea.  She went
to the rest room at work and took out an insulated flask from her handbag.
She unscrewed the plastic lid and held the neck between her legs, filling
it to the brim with her steaming noontime piss.  She ran her dangling labia
around the rim, shook off the last few drops and tightly sealed the lid. 
She then replaced the now considerably heavier container into her bag.

   After Brittany arrived home, she changed out of her school clothes as
she did every day.  Laying herself out on the floor in front of the telly,
she began to watch cartoons as she swung her bare feet carelessly in the
air behind her.

   Donna immediately approached her, and Brittney smiled as her mother bent
to plant a kiss on her lips.  She then whispered "I've got a surprise for
you sweetheart", before going into the kitchen.  She took the flask out of
her bag, unscrewed the lid, and added a straw with a flexible neck.  By now
she was feeling quite giddy as she went into the living room and placed the
flask in her daughter's hands, the contents still retaining a bit of its
earlier warmth.  "Just a minute don't start yet" Donna spat out, as she
fell back into a chair opposite her.

   The girl glanced from the full container with its obscene contents, back
to her mother as she lay back strumming her clit with her finger.

   "Drink it for mummy, show mummy you love her." she intoned in the syrupy
voice parents use to talk to very young children.

   The girl's eyes left the telly and looked back at the flask, her nose
twitching as she inhaled the dank aroma.  Putting the straw to her lips,
she began to suck up her mother's piss with a grimace on her face, stopping
only to burp half way through as her stomach rebelled against the pungent
mixture.  She rested a while, her ears picking up the sound of squelching.
Her eyes took in the sight of Donna, her long dark hair hanging in a silky
swathe over her shoulder, and her legs thrown back over the chair arms
rubbing her sopping vagina through her now transparent panties.  Then she
took a deep breath, girded herself and continued drinking as she swung her
feet lazily in the air.  It was a huge amount to swallow, but eventually
after another minute the glugging ceased, and the large container was
empty. She put it down on the floor with a loud gasp and wiped her lips
with the back of her hand.

   At that point, Donna got up off the chair, hiked up her skirt and pulled
her knickers down off her legs.  In two strides, she walked over to the
seated girl and cocked a leg onto the coffee table next to her.  With a
loud groan, she brought her hands behind the child's head and tugged it
forward against her cunt.  Just watching her drink from the straw had
brought her to the brink, all it took to bring her off were a few forceful
fuck thrusts against Brittany's lips.  She came almost immediately, not
even giving Brittany time to get her tongue into action before spurting a
torrent of cunt soup down her throat, to join the rest of her bodily fluids
in her churning stomach.

   With fresh urine in her bladder begging to be released, Donna held her
daughter's head firm as she began to urinate in her mouth.  Brittney
whimpered as she was forced to drink even more urine, while her mother
stood and revelled in her superiority over her daughter.  Who else in this
world could walk up to their child and treat them as their toilet?  She
felt the power rush through her as she listened to her daughter's throat
gulp down the nasty liquid.  Over the next hour Brittney complained of a
slightly upset tummy, so Donna reconciled to stick with only giving her
fresh urine from her bladder in future.

   Three hours later after eating supper and watching some television, they
went upstairs to bed.  The house soon resounded to the sounds of passion,
save for the occasional break in between as they recovered between Donna's
orgasms.  During the break Brittany would usually use the loo, as she was
peeing for the both of them.  Meanwhile Donna lay on her back resting, her
breasts rising and falling with her deep breathing.  Brittany had already
been performing cunnilingus on her for the last hour or so, and she'd
experienced three beautiful orgasms.

   The last one had been particularly satisfying, and had involved Brittany
lying flat out on the large bed with her head hanging over the foot of the
mattress.  Donna had stepped carefully over her daughter, facing away from
the bed, giving Brittany a panoramic view of her mother's naked body.  Her
hairy mound was dewy with cum juices as beads of cum hung from the ends of
the hairs, while further up her breasts swung like pendulums as she placed
herself in position above.  Brittany felt the woman's hands as they
supported the back of her head, a firm but gentle cradle, and then her
vision was obscured as she felt Donna's soft thighs brush her cheeks as she
crouched down onto her, burying her face in a carpet of hair and wet flesh.
It hadn't been gentle for Brittany as she licked her mothers thrusting
vagina, feeling it bare down onto her and squeezing her cheeks flat with
its force.  Now they both lay down hand in hand resting from their
exertions.

   The woman's secretions drying on Brittney's face made her soft flesh
feel slightly chapped as her mind yet again pondered the energy of her
adult lover.  She seemed to burn like a fireball of energy once the bedroom
door was closed behind them.  She closed her eyes as she considered the
thought of what it would take to make her mother tired if ever such a thing
was possible, when she heard her voice seeping through her musings. 
Something about trying something new, her mother was saying she wanted to
try something new.

   "It's something I've been thinking of for sometime and I've never found
the right moment to ask.  I'm just worried you won't love mummy enough to
want to do it." she said with a small frown on her face.

   Brittany opened her eyes again and looked up into the face of her lover,
a sensual face, extremely sexual, and now looking earnestly down into hers.
Seeing the frown, she smiled up at her and replied, "I love you mummy,
really I do.  What is it?"

   The woman's calm gaze fixed on her a moment longer before she closed her
eyes, and once again opened them.  Her gaze seemed to bore into her soul.
She let out a warm deep breath and then spoke.

   "I want to poo in your mouth."

   The words hung in the air and at first Brittney thought she must have
been hearing things, she couldn't believe her ears.  "What?!" she gaped,
her mind not even revolted by the idea, since it was so unbelievable that
she wasn't sure that was actually what her mother was asking.

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

   "But why?!" quickly came the started reply, now that she realized she
was in fact hearing her mother correctly.  She did indeed want to poo into
her mouth.

   Donna stopped.  Her daughter had unwittingly caught her off guard with a
very good question.  Why?  Why did she want to perform such an act, and
with her own daughter no less?  The very meaning of the words she'd just
uttered meant undertaking an act so disgusting to decent society it would
shock a normal person to the core.  But so what?  What is normal? 
'Everything's subjective', she thought, 'Because most of society finds it
abhorrent, does it mean that I automatically have to as well?  No, it
doesn't, it just means I'm different and what's so wrong with that?' To
Donna there wasn't anything wrong with that.  As a matter of fact it was
something to be glad of, she was proud of her individuality.  The very
thought of doing such a thing with her young daughter was intensely
exciting to her, and none of society's conventions were going to diminish
the pleasure of performing such a sordid task with her darling girl.  Donna
had always had a fascination with shit.  Ever since she was a teenager, she
had wanted to watch it coiling and making its way out of her body.

   She remembered once while she was still young enough to be living with
her parents, she'd placed a newspaper on the floor in front of a mirror. 
She'd locked her bedroom door, then taken her clothes off and crouched down
over the paper, expelling turd after turd onto the rustling newssheet,
while she watched with fascinated excitement at the reflection in the
mirror.  From there her fantasies had grown until she began to imagine
someone kneeling behind her eating from her ass.  Never the other way round
though.  It was the thought of someone actually eating something so gross -
something from within her bowels - which she found so utterly compelling.

   Over the years, she had sought to bring her strange 'need' to life with
a handful of her more adventurous lovers but without any success.  The only
person she had found empathy with had been Susan; both women were similar
in many ways.  Susan had the same fantasies and desires as Donna, but like
her, she wasn't particularly interested in being a 'taker'.  Each of the
women dreamt wistfully of finding a person who could satisfy their shared
perversion.  The chosen person would have to be willing to perform an act
of homage so bizarre, and yet so extremely intimate, that Donna and Susan
could think of no show of devotion so complete.  That person would have to
be willing and prepared to eat their shit, it was as simple as that.  Donna
knew she had to focus her will on bringing her daughter over to her way of
thinking.  She wanted Brittany to be a willing partner in this
extraordinary need of hers.  She wouldn't force feed the child, it would
have to be something she ate of her own free will.  This of course didn't
mean she wouldn't use any means of persuasion to get her own way.  She was
far too close to her life-long dream to let it slip away from her now.

   She continued to lock her gaze with Brittany's, as she continued the
task of winning her over, in a low but steady voice, "When two people are
very close, like you and I are, it's very important that they hide nothing
from each other.  We're closer than most people are.  We're not just a
normal mother and daughter are we honey?  We're also lovers." Donna paused
for a second to let her words sink in.  She was unsure if Brittany would
understand the meaning, but she felt that her daughter would have had
enough media exposure to understand the concept somewhat.  "Do you agree
with that Brittany?"

   Brittany nodded in agreement, smiling shyly up as she did.

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

   "Of course I do mummy!"

   "Then will you do this for me poppet?  If you truly want to show me you
love me, you'll do this for me.  Do you love me?  Will you eat my poo to
show me you love me honey?" Donna's shameless exploitation of her
daughter's love for her had reached an unprecedented peak.  When she asked
her daughter if she 'loved her mummy', it meant something very different to
Brittany as a five-year-old than it would if she was fifteen years old. 
Donna knew that.

   If she were older, Brittany would have known that her mother wouldn't
really be suggesting she wouldn't love her if she didn't do it.  She would
know her mother was asking as a lover and not a mother.  As such, while she
might lose the love of her 'lover', she wouldn't lose the love of her
mother.  With a five-year-old, it's different.  They only know a mother's
love since they can't comprehend any difference.  As such, Donna's request
cut to the heart of her child's psyche.  She was using the threat that her
mother would think she didn't love her, which - to her young mind - would
mean her mother wouldn't love her back.  This was an explosive threat to
her young mind, and she found herself with a dire conflict between an
utterly unbelievable act and her mother's love.

   Seeing that Brittany was lost in thought, Donna waited for a few moments
and then asked again, "Are you willing to do as I've asked?  Will you eat
my poo for me honey?  Or do you not love your mummy anymore?"

   "I do love you mummy!" Brittany broke into tears, "I do, but I'm
scared!"

   Switching back into mother mode, Donna tried to sooth the young child
while continuing her efforts.  "Oh honey...  Shhhhh...  Don't cry baby. 
It's OK.  I know you're scared, but you're a big girl now.  You're
five-years-old.  You'll do this because you love your mummy, won't you?"

   With her crying at an end and her last sniffles coming under control,
Brittany finally gave in to her mother.  It was over.  Despite worries
about what would happen, she would eat her mother's poo as a means to show
her love for her.  Brittany looked at her hands; her fists were clenched
with tension causing her to bite her lip before she spoke.  "Now?" She
whispered almost inaudibly.

   Donna shook her head causing a long swathe of hair to fall over her
face, which she brushed back before answering.  "No.  Soon though, I'll
ease you into it gently.  Don't you worry poppet, we'll take as long as you
need to get used to it." She reached out and opened the child's clenched
hand.  She bent down and planted a soft kiss into its palm, and then smiled
lovingly at her.  "Do I take that as a yes?  You'll eat my poo?"

   Brittany's face was flushed, a picture of bashful uncertainty, but she
managed a defeated nod all the same.  Donna was elated at the response. 
Muted though it was, it added up to a yes and that was all she needed to
know.  With a sudden surge of generosity, she promised Brittany all the
things she had ever wanted in the hope it would make her more eager to
offer her favours.  "I'll make it good for you I promise.  Now..." she
exclaimed.  "I'm going to show you how much I love you.  Tomorrow morning
you can take the day off school and I'll take you shopping.  You can have
all the toys you like.  Mummy's going to see to it you get everything you
ever wanted.  How's that?"

   "Thank you Mummy." she said softly as the thoughts about her day
tomorrow helped to assuage her mood.

   Donna sat up on the bed, and standing up she pulled Brittany to her feet
until she stood next to her.  "Come to the bathroom with me darling.  I
want you to see what my poo looks like as it comes out of my bottom.  This
way you'll know what you're going to be eating when you're ready.  When
I've finished I want you to come back to bed with me and lick my bottom
clean.  OK dear?" Reaching out, she took Brittany's hand and led her to the
bathroom as the stunned five-year-old pondered what was about to come.

   CHAPTER 9

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

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

   "OK I guess." she said meekly.

   Donna bit her lip.  Brittany didn't sound too eager, so she tried again.
"I know how much you like my sexy bottom.  Just think of it as though it's
feeding you your mummy's love.  You should like that shouldn't you?  Hmmm?"


   "Do you want me to eat it now?  You said we were gonna to do it
later..." she objected as she frowned up at Donna.

   "No no honey, I don't mean eat it now.  Just watch love.  Watch it come
out of me and fall on the floor, and then you can pick it up and put it in
the bowl.  That won't be very hard.  This way you'll get a feel of it, as
well as a small taste when we get on the bed and you lick me."

   Brittany was nervous, but even though she wasn't showing it, she was
curious at the same time.  This new twist had come as a complete surprise
to her and she wondered how she was going to cope.  She adored the
attention lavished on her when she was her mother's pee girl.  Hearing her
mother praise her and say how proud she was of her made her feel so good
about what she was doing, that she totally put aside any thoughts she had
on the taste anymore.  Still though, this was something of an inordinate
magnitude above and beyond what she had done to this point.

   As for Donna, she was apprehensive for other reasons.  Would Brittany
find the act repulsive?  The very sight of a woman standing in front of her
as she expelled her waste?  Her shit onto the floor?  How would she deal
with it?  Depending on how her daughter reacted to the experience, the
whole future of their sex life could be in jeopardy.  Then there was the
unanswered question of whether Donna would find a willing partner for her
copraphillic fantasies.  Let's be blunt.  What she wanted was not just a
young girl to grudgingly swallow her waste products, she wanted a toilet
slave.  She wanted a girl who would willingly allow her body to be used as
a toilet whenever it was asked of her.  The fact that she was hoping to
groom her own daughter for the post only added to her ardour.

   She squatted down slightly, and then relaxed her bowels.  Her nerves
were making it difficult to relax.  She really had to force the first turd
out of herself, her brown rosebud pulsing, with its puckered grey entrance
opening and closing as though it was gasping for life.  Eventually she felt
it move, and with a grunt it slid down her shit tube and out of her anus.
Brittany's eyes were almost on stilts as she watched it coil out and drop
to the floor, with a cross between a plop and a thud.  The room filled with
the stench of the reeking turd.

   Brittany wanted to hold her nose and say 'pee-eww!' She was no stranger
to this smell, as one only has to use the bathroom after someone has had to
empty their bowels to familiarize themselves with it.  It was the reminder
of this smell that worried her the most.  If it smelled that bad, how bad
would it taste?

   The bathroom resounded to the ringing tones of a loud burst of ass gas,
as Donna expelled another and then another and yet again another large
smelly sausage of shit, until they lay on top of each other in a brown
sweating pile.  With a final grunt, Donna straightened up and turned round
to look at her mess.  Her eyes fixed on the brown mound in the centre of
the tiled floor and then moved to Brittany's face, before finally resting
on her small mouth.  The connection between the two was obvious.  Her hand
dropped down past her belly as with slow deliberation she parted the lips
of her sex, and then gently teased the nub of her clit, flicking it with
her fingertip, and causing it to stick out like a small penis.  She did
this on purpose; she wanted Brittany to see the ecstasy she felt at giving
the disgusting display.  However, she couldn't spend too much time rubbing
herself if she wanted to get the five-year-old handling the load before
her.

   Carefully kneeling down so her feet wouldn't connect with her un-wiped
ass, Donna reached out her hand and lifted up her daughter's chin.  It
seemed that Brittney was staring lifelessly at her offering, perhaps partly
in shock of the disgusting spectacle, but perhaps because the realization
of what she would soon be expected to do was sinking in.  With her
daughter's head raised, she looked deeply into her eyes.  "Here we go
honey, I know you can do this, you're my big girl, right?"

   Brittney nodded meekly, still somewhat scared at what was to come.

   "Now let's show you that there is nothing to be afraid of.  Go ahead,
reach out and pickup that one there." Donna said as she pointed to the log
of shit on the top of the pile.  "Com'on, that's a girl." she encouraged as
Brittany was slow to respond.  However, slowly but surely her small hand
reached out, and her daughter ever so lightly poked a finger at the still
warm mass in front of her.  "Good girl, now pick it up for me.  Just wrap
your hand around it and pick it up gently.  Always treat my poo with the
respect it deserves sweetheart.  Never drop it and never spit it up.  But
this time I just want you to hold it."

   With a four-inch warm loaf of shit in her hand, Brittney found her hand
quivering ever so slightly as she carefully held the 'poo'.  She found
herself just staring at it, again, almost in shock with the entire event.
It was as if her mind was shutting down bits of itself as a means to
prevent her emotions from overwhelming her.  Instead, she found herself
eerily calm as she carefully inspected the mass in her hand.

   "OK dear, go ahead and place it in the loo nice and gently.  That's a
girl.  OK, down you go, pick up the next one for mummy.  Good...  OK, place
that one in the pan as well.  Carry on with the others then."

   Dutifully Brittney picked up the two remaining pieces of excrement, and
carefully placed them into the toilet.  Then she held her brown streaked
hand away from her body so it wouldn't touch her.

   "See sweetheart, that wasn't so bad.  Touching it didn't hurt you
right?"

   After short consideration, Brittney shook her head.

   "Good then.  What I want you to do next is lick your hand clean for me
darling.  Lick up all of mummy's love that you have on your hand.  Will you
do that for me poppet?"

   Staring at her hand, the young girl pondered the request.  There wasn't
much of her mother's poo on her hand.  The broken masses that she picked up
were mostly firm and little rubbed off on her hand.  Still, this didn't
disguise the fact that she would be licking poo off her hand.  Carefully
and deliberately she raised her hand to her face and with it only an inch
from her nose, she gave it a sniff.  While she could smell the excrement,
the gassy smells from earlier had caused her to acclimate to the odour. 
With tentative movements, she carefully opened her mouth and snaked her
small pink tongue out.  Then, after clamping her eyes shut, she gave her
hand a long lick from bottom to top.  As soon as she did, her face screwed
up at the distaste of what she had transferred to her tongue.  While there
wasn't enough material to make her gag or retch, it still was quite
unappetising.

   Seeing the sight before her caused Donna to give a loud groan and clutch
her sex with the rest of her hand.  "There you go!  Now that wasn't so bad
now, was it?  Oh I'm so proud of you honey.  Keep going now; lick up every
bit of mummy's love off your hand for me please.  Donna was in a bit of a
rush now, since the remaining faecal matter between her cheeks was starting
to get a ting bit runny, and she didn't want to be dripping on the way back
to the bedroom.  With less resistance, her daughter briskly finished
licking her hand clean, seemingly trying to get it over as soon as
possible. What she had forgotten was that there was still more to clean,
between her mother's buttocks.  Donna's face lit up as she held out her
hand for Brittany.  "Wonderful darling!  Now come with me."

   With that, she led her back into the bedroom and let go of her hand. 
She climbed onto the bed, and then knelt down on all fours with her
buttocks pointing proudly upwards.  "If you do half as good licking me
between these," she said spreading the cheeks to show her shit-smeared
asshole "I'll be so happy.  Come now and show me how much you love your
mummy.  Lick up all of mummy's love between her cheeks."

   Brittany went over and climbed onto the mattress to kneel behind her
mother.  She looked at the graphic scene of Donna's arse-hole lightly
streaked in brown shit and trembled as she steeled herself to press her
face into the dark runny crack.  She held her breath and dived in with her
mouth, and licked along the length with a long sweep of her tongue.  The
taste was vile; "Uggh..." she gasped and made to pull out but then stopped
herself.  This was her mother, the woman she loved and adored, and this
substance was a representation for her mother's love.  Consuming it meant
her mother would love her, and so she resigned herself to continuing to
appease her older lover.  With a huge effort she sucked the brown shit
sauce from her tongue and stuck it out again, pushing further into the
tunnel for another tongue smearing.  Again she did the same, gulped down
the filthy sauce, and went back for more.

   Donna whimpered like a bitch in heat as she felt the youngsters tongue
penetrate her anus and lick out its waste.  She couldn't believe how lucky
she was, Brittany was going for it, doing what she had yearned for all
these years.  Oh how she loved her, how she adored her beautiful baby for
making her so happy.  Bringing a hand underneath her, she began frigging
herself.  At the same time she began gently pushing her ass into Brittany's
face.

   Although aware of the gross nature of the act she was performing,
Brittany's mood improved as she listened to her mother's moans of ecstasy.
The fact that such a forbidden act made her mother love her more sent
thrills through her small body, until suddenly the vile taste wasn't as bad
as it was in the bathroom.  The minutes ticked by as the bedroom resounded
to the sound of wet slurping.  Brittany licked the asshole spotless as
Donna moaned and groaned and brought her self off with her flicking
fingers.

   Suddenly Donna bucked backwards, brought her other hand to the back of
her daughter's head to jam her face even tighter between the sweating
cheeks, and then screamed.  The shriek ripped through the large house like
a blast from a furnace such was its volume and intensity.  Brittany held
her breath; her nose was being pressed so deeply inside the rectum that she
had no chance of drawing any breath.  She just waited to be released and
allowed to breathe again.  Then the scream ended and ebbed out into a
series of guttural groans as Donna fell forward onto the mattress sobbing
as she released her daughter's head.

   With her head now free, Brittney back away.  "Are you OK mummy?  Did I
hurt you?"

   "Did you hurt me?" Donna was incredulous.  "Darling that was the best
thing you have ever done for your mummy in your entire life." Donna had
never experienced anything like the orgasm she'd just had, and lay still
except for the rising and falling of her breasts.  The quiet was broken as
she turned over onto her back and blew out, sending a swirl of dark hair
dancing in the draft.

   "God that was intense." She chuckled.

   CHAPTER 10

   The next couple of weeks brought them both closer to Donna's ultimate
goal.  Every time she needed to void her bowels, she would call Brittney.
After the first few occasions when she would shit on the floor, she was now
having Brittney hold her hand out and grasping the turd as it exited her
ass.  Then she would wait as her daughter dropped the piece into the loo,
and then she would repeat the process until she was empty.  It was one-step
closer, since instead of the floor being an intermediary, she was taking it
straight from her behind.  For her part, Donna was also training herself to
pinch out smaller and smaller pieces into her daughter's hands.  Brittney
was also cleaning her hands without being prompted; something that Donna
was quick to praise her for every time she did it.  After concluding each
occasion with a nice piss in the little girl's mouth, she revelled in the
thought of how close her daughter was to becoming a full service toilet
girl.  Of course the 'coup de gras' was always the trip back to the bedroom
where her daughter would lovingly and fastidiously clean her behind until
it was as if she had stepped out of the shower.

   It was actually a surprise when they reached the next level, since Donna
had intended to wait another week before asking.  It was in the start of
the third week that after expelling her last turd into Brittney's hand,
that the young girl spontaneously brought it close to her face and then
sticking out her tongue took a tentative lick.  She wanted to praise her
for this, but aside from being stunned, Donna was too busy with her hand
between her legs after she saw the sight.  While Brittney only took a
couple licks before placing her mother's excrement gently into the bowl, it
was more that she did it voluntarily.  She became accustomed to the
behaviour, just as she no longer did grimaced when she cleaned her hands.
While she wasn't saying that she was enjoying the taste like she would
chocolate ice cream, and I doubt she ever would, the takeaway here was that
she was allowing herself to progress.  She was becoming a toilet before
Donna's very eyes.

   After watching the spectacle of her daughter licking her turd, she asked
her, "Do you think you're ready to go the whole way then?"

   Brittany looked back at her mother' arched brow and pondered the
question.  She had come a long way from the girl that broke down in tears
at the mere thought of doing this.  While she would never like the taste,
it was her mother's love that she was attempting to consume.  Every time
her mother went to the bathroom she would always say something to the
effect of, 'here it comes, my love right into your hand'.  When her mother
wanted her to take the next step, while she was hesitant, she wanted to
make sure her mother knew she loved her.  If this was what it took to
assure the love of her mother, then she would make the sacrifice to do it.
With her head lowered but eyes looking up, the die was cast when she
finally said, "Yes mummy."

   "Excellent." Donna said in a low whisper.

   The next evening Donna sent Brittany up to her bedroom to play with one
of the computer games she'd just bought her on their recent shopping trip,
as she began to prepare the evening meal.  She knew Brittany would be
crestfallen when she learnt she wasn't invited to join her mother at the
table.

   The rich aroma of cooking wafted up the stairs, then Brittney heard the
sounds of plates and cutlery being set and the unmistakable sound of a meal
dished up.  She ran down the stairs shouting.  "Mummy, is dinner ready?"

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

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

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

   Donna couldn't help but smile.

   "Don't worry honey pie I'll soon fill that tummy of yours soon enough. I
really am so happy you want to do this for me.  You really love your mummy,
don't you?"

   "Of course I do mummy."

   "OK, well I should be ready in an hour dear.  Just give me time to
finish up here and I'll go upstairs and change.  I've bought something
special to wear to compliment the occasion." She said in a cryptic voice.

   "OK."

   "Oh one more thing dear."

   "Yes?"

   "Address me as Mistress once we're upstairs.  I need a slave for this OK
dear?"

   While Brittney and her mother did the mistress and slave role-play on
occasion, something told the young girl that this would be different.  She
nodded and was on her way.

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

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

   "Oh gawd." She groaned.  "I can't wait any longer." Moving to the door
she shouted, "Brittany, upstairs and quick."

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

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

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

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

   "Sorry." She blurted.

   "Sorry what!" Donna demanded.

   "Err...  Sssorry Mistress."

   "Good, that's better.  You know why you're here don't you?  You're her
to serve me aren't you?" Donna's bowels rumbled angrily as though telling
her to get on with it.  She grimaced slightly as the cramp squeezed her
innards and didn't wait for an answer before she continued.  "Are you ready
to be Mistress' toilet?"

   "Yes Mistress." Brittney replied, still somewhat in awe of her
appearance.

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

   The young girl obeyed and pulled the clothes off her skinny body and
began to dress as her mother had instructed.  The panties were covered in
yellow teddy bears, which jumped and danced against a pink background as
though playing games.  Donna nodded with satisfaction when she saw the
childish garment on her trim buttocks, and produced a pair of shiny pink
ribbons from a drawer.  She used these to tie the girl's blonde hair into
two little pigtails, and then stood back to drink in her handy work.  Her
young daughter looked every inch the pretty little toddler, her pale body
looked smaller than ever, and if possible even cuter.  She sighed with lust
as her eyes roamed over her sweet innocence, before she locked them with
Brittany's and held her gaze.

   Then she made a lewd show of running the tip of her tongue round the
line of her lips in a provocative display of sexual intent.  The childish
panties and dainty little pink ribbons were an inspiration.  The very
epitome of sweet childish innocence, Brittney was soon going to be used to
satisfy the woman's obscene needs.  The very thought of exactly what that
meant caused her to close her eyes and shiver from head to toe.  "Walk over
here, then kiss my beautiful bottom through my panties and say thank you to
it.  Say 'thank you for the love I am about to receive'."

   Brittany made her way over to her mother but apparently not smartly
enough.

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

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

   "Thank you bottom for the love you give me." She meekly lisped.

   "Pull them down."

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

   "Lay on your back."

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

   They had both been waiting for this moment, albeit for markedly
different reasons.  Donna stepped over the prone body and stood over the
girls face.

   Brittney looked up and gulped with apprehension as she saw the pale
chubby cheeks begin their descent.  Then they stopped; their downward
descent arrested, ominously perhaps, only inches from her mouth.  She
wanted to run, but her body wouldn't move.  She was frozen in an
inexplicable fear of what was about to happen.

   "Open your mouth for me." she demanded, and her daughter complied
immediately; opening her lips wider than Donna ever thought possible. 
'Nothing wrong there' she thought as she thrilled at her attentiveness.

   "Good.  Now listen carefully.  You are going to be my toilet.  My very
own personal toilet.  I am going to poo in your mouth and you are going to
eat it.  All of it.  Remember that you are not only eating my poo, but you
are also eating my love.  If you want my love, then you'll have to eat it."
She said in an uncharacteristically cold tone of voice.

   One of the things Donna had been doing over the weeks was strengthening
the muscles of her anal ring.  Every time she shit, she would squeeze hard
so that she could narrow the diameter of the loaf she was expelling.  This
was done for two reasons.  First, and most importantly, it made her shit
smaller so it could fit in her daughter's mouth.  It would do her no good
to dump a load so big her daughter couldn't open her mouth wide enough. 
While seeing her eat shit from her hands might have appeal as well, for
this event she wanted a direct path from her ass to Brittney's mouth. 
Secondly, by making the diameter smaller it meant the shit was longer. 
That meant precious more time with her daughter's mouth feeding from her
ass.  The thought alone was getting her wet.

   The first piece was critical though.  She knew very well she wouldn't be
able to dump a foot of crap into her daughter's mouth and watch her chow it
down with a smile and nary a complaint from her stomach.  No, she was
certain that Brittney's body would rebel from this revolting task, and it
was her job to see that she overcame that rebellion.  "I want you to watch
carefully.  I'm going to start to poo, and you need to lean you head up and
get your mouth around it straightaway.  Don't let anything happen to your
mummy's love." With one last look at her daughter with her pigtails splayed
on the black mat below her, Donna lowered her trembling buttocks until she
was only a handful of inches above the gaping mouth of the five-year-old
girl below her.  With tremendous effort, she began to expel her turd ever
so slowly.  While she had practiced keeping it a manageable size, what she
still had a hard time estimating was how much she had pushed out at any
given point.  No matter, she would learn the idiosyncrasies of how fast to
feed her daughter as time went on.

   Brittney watched with bulging eyes as the wrinkled rosebud twitched,
then gazed in trepidation as a small brown lump began to push its way out.
While she had her mouth open, she could hardly believe she was going to
engage in this unspeakable act.

   Once Donna had felt like she had pushed enough of her shit out to greet
her daughter, she paused saying, "Put your lips around it and suck it into
your mouth.  We'll try a small piece to start." Feeling a movement below
her, the young girl complied with her request, and soon she felt the lips
of her daughter as they pressed against her ass and then squeezed shut to
carry her turd into her mouth.  Immediately Donna lifted up and spun
around. This first bite would be crucial, and already Brittney was
beginning to retch and heave.  Kneeling down she firmly cradled her
daughter's face in her hands and spoke to her in a calm and steady voice,
"Look at me honey.  Look at me.  That's it; look me straight in the eyes.
Good girl.  Don't try to chew yet, just focus on me and calming yourself
down.  You have a whole mouthful of my love inside you now, so try to relax
and calm down.  You love your mummy, don't you?  You want to show me you
love me, yes?  Then just hold on honey and we'll get you through this."

   Brittney's mind had imploded when she sucked the first piece of her
mother's poo into her newly christened toilet mouth.  There is no
describing the flavour since it is beyond description.  Only someone who
has actually taken a piece of someone's shit into his or her mouths could
ever begin to understand what the young girl tasted right now.  For her
part, Brittney's eyes were swimming in tears, a natural reaction to what
she was experiencing.  As she heeded her mother and stared deeply into her
eyes, the saliva in her mouth had begun to pool and mingle with the piece
of excrement in her mouth.  With so little free space in her mouth, she
allowed the saliva to drain into her throat, which caused another round of
fierce stomach heaving.

   "Stay strong honey, I know you can do it.  I know you love your mummy
and you're going to eat my love, aren't you dear?  You would never spit up
my love...  Mummy wouldn't love you anymore if you did that..." With each
passing occasion of using this appalling means of manipulation, Donna
became more and more desensitized to it.  No longer did her conscience rail
with guilt.  This was her dream she was achieving, and she wasn't going to
let anything stand in her way.  "Good girl, try and calm yourself. 
Remember that what you have in your mouth is something from your mummy. 
It's very special and I've never given it to anyone else.  You're my
special little girl, and you have my gift on your tongue." With her
daughter's face still cradled in her hands she started to encourage her to
consume her filth.  "Now honey, nice and slowly, chew up the poo for mummy.
That's it, there you go.  Eat now, not too fast; don't get your stomach
upset at you now.  Take your time and enjoy every single bit of mummy's
love that's melting in your mouth.  OK now darling, this is it; I want you
to take your first swallow.  Oh how your mother loves you so much right
now. Try and swallow for me honey."

   The words of encouragement spoken from her mother were waging a pitched
battle with her objections of her stomach.  Brittney almost seemed a
spectator as both sides tried to assert their dominance.  Her mother had
the big weapon though, and as she professed her love for her, the young
girl found it so hard to reject what was in her mouth.  She deeply desired
her mother's love, she never wanted her mother to stop loving her, and the
threat of losing that love was enough of an impetus to overcome her
stomach's protestations.  Albeit, not without a fight.  The time was here
though, and after a few swallows of shit soaked saliva, this was going to
be the first swallow of her mother's shit.  With a grimace, but without
turning her gaze away from her mother's eyes, Brittney used her tongue to
take a soft piece of poo at the back of her mouth and push it down her
twitching throat.  While it didn't go down without a fight, she managed to
push the piece onto the conveyor belt of her oesophagus, which would now
take over and carry the waste to her stomach whether it wanted it or not.

   When Donna saw Brittney's throat bob, she let out a grunt and felt her
cum leaking down her legs.  She hadn't even laid a hand to herself, but
this simple action had caused a spontaneous eruption between her legs. 
Despite wanting to enjoy this feeling more, she refocused on the task at
hand.  Her darling daughter had just swallowed the first piece of her shit,
and she needed to get her working on swallow number two.  "Lovely, oh dear
that is so wonderful how you swallowed mummy's love!  I am so proud of
you," she gushed as she pulled her daughter's face to her and gave her a
kiss on the forehead.  "You've done the hardest part now, so just go ahead
and take another swallow.  Let's clean up that mouth of yours and get
mummy's love all nestled nice and snug in your beautiful little tum-tum."
While it wasn't with ease, the five-year-old grimaced again and pushed
another lump of shit down her throat.  Still more heaving, but she was
starting to learn to overcome it.  With only a small piece in her mouth to
begin with, Brittney soon found herself gasping for air with her mouth
open. When this happened, Donna leaned back, away from the stink of shit on
her daughter's breath.  However, she didn't want to waste any more time. 
The sooner she got her shit into her daughter the better.  "OK poppet, open
wide again for mummy, I have lots more love to give you sweetheart."

   With silent resignation, Brittney opened her mouth and sat in stunned
silence as her mother again turned around and lowered her bulging rosebud
toward her lips.  As with before, when the shit began to emerge she leaned
her head up and bit off a piece to draw it into her mouth.  The gooey filth
tasted almost too vile for Brittney to cope with.  It was only with the
strongest of will powers that she was able to proceed and even then she
gagged three times threatening to vomit it back up.  Fortunately she didn't
though, and eventually the crap disappeared into her stomach.

   Donna waited in place this time, listening to the heaving and gagging,
but wanting her daughter to learn to overcome this by herself.  Turning her
head back she could still see that her daughter was swallowing.  "Honey,
when your mouth is empty you let mummy know, OK?  In another minute she
heard the first word spoken by Brittney since they had began.

   "OK." her daughter said with a timid voice

   With a smile that could only be described as the 'cat that ate the
canary', Donna allowed her anus to release more of its disturbing contents
into the small mouth of the girl she was hovered over.  Each time she did,
she would watch as her daughter's stomach below her would rock and heave,
then after some effort she would hear some gags before the sound of loud
swallows.

   With still swimming eyes Brittney looked upwards to see the brown
rosebud of her mother's anus pulsing, as yet another piece of poo descended
into her shit covered mouth.  For her part, despite still finding the act
beyond revolting, she was almost beginning to taste nothing anymore.  It
wasn't that she enjoyed it at all; it was almost as if her taste buds had
blown a fuse and stopped working.  While she still heaved, it seemed a more
guttural reaction than one of reaction to the vile taste.

   After each piece, her daughter would let her know she was ready for
more, despite her voice sounding more and more exhausted with each passing
swallow.  "You're doing great honey!  We're almost there.  Just keep going
one at a time and you'll have this done in no time at all.  You can't
believe how much I love you right now.  Keep eating my love, don't let me
down."

   Donna's most recent encouragement had emboldened her daughter, who
fought vigorously to consume her mother's excrement against the wishes of
her body.

   The woman flushed with pride at her daughter's brave spirit.  She wasn't
to be beaten; there was no way her clever little lover was going to give
in. How she loved her at that moment.  With a push, she sent a squishy
brown sausage past her lips and into the young girl's mouth below her. 
Donna fed her some more, and then continued feeding her baby with small
turds until she had eaten almost every morsel.

   By now though, Brittney's small stomach was beginning to bulge slightly
from the huge meal and it was with huge relief that her 'dinner' was nearly
over.  She was unsure if she could take much more.  Not because of the
taste, but because she was becoming full.

   "One more.  Just once more my darling little toilet girl.  You're doing
so well eating up Mummy's shit," Donna sang the words encouragingly as she
resumed her squat above her mouth.  For this final bit she lowered her ass
until it made a seal over Brittney's mouth, then she let loose with one
last sausage of shit directly into her mouth.

   Brittany couldn't help but whimper as the brown mass entered her mouth.
Luckily she was getting the hang of it as she munched it down, slopping it
noisily around the roof of her mouth and over her gums, before quickly
gulping it down into her bulging stomach.  Eventually her mouth was empty
and she let out a small burp.

   "OK honey, all done!  You're such a good girl.  You ate all of mummy's
love!  Now I know you love me!  You really love me!  Oh you love me so much
sweetheart, don't you?

   Looking up at her mother with weak and defeated eyes, Brittney tried to
muster a small smile as her mother rained praise down upon her.  She was
feeling totally overwhelmed, and her stomach was far from settled.

   Yet, there was another remaining task for the daughter to complete.  "OK
dear, clean mummy like a good girl." Donna instructed in a firm but gentle
voice as she lowered her ass back down onto her daughter's face.

   While devoid of much effort in her actions, Brittney nevertheless stuck
out her tongue and licked away any remaining pieces of shit that clung to
her mother's ass.  She didn't expect too much tongue action from her, it
was more the intent.  Donna wanted her daughter to know she was both toilet
and paper for her mother.

   Since her shit had a reasonably firm consistency, there wasn't all that
much for Brittany to clean.  This suited Donna just fine as she had other
things to worry about.  "Let's clean your mouth out darling.  Open up so
mummy can give you her pee.  That's a good girl." All that was left was for
Donna to turn around and void her bladder, as she pissed its warm yellow
liquid into Brittany's mouth.  Stopping after the first mouthful was
delivered, she said, "Swish it around in your mouth for me dear, let's get
all mummy's love out of your mouth and down into your tum-tum."

   With effort, Brittney began to swish the rank mixture of piss and shit
around in her mouth, and with a muffled moan and a gag forced herself to
swallow the vile fluid.

   "Good girl, once more."

   Again, Brittany used her mother's urine to rinse out her mouth.

   "OK, now the rest." Donna said as she again lowered her drooping lips
above her daughter's mouth and began to piss.  Taking pains to go slowly,
she made sure every drop made its way into the mouth of the young girl. 
This even meant stopping a couple times to give her a chance to catch up,
but it was more than worth the wait.  Once her daughter had drunk the briny
fluid, the cycle was complete.

   Her life-long dream of turning her five-year-old daughter into her own
personal full-service toilet had been realized.  As with any toilet, you
never want to overfill it, lest you need call a plumber.  Donna would be
happy using Brittney's mouth as a urinal and toilet paper daily, and then
as a full service toilet when she was exceptionally randy, perhaps once a
week to start.  She obviously couldn't be filling her young daughter's
mouth with shit daily, as much as she wanted to.  The last thing she needed
was her daughter upchucking one of her 'meals' when she was at school, to
the horror of those around.  Not to mention she doubted that her young body
would be able to withstand such an assault on a daily basis.  No, instead
she would see how much the five-year-old could tolerate without becoming
sick, and use that as a yardstick to determine the frequency of her
feedings.  It would always have to be in place of dinner also, so that she
could put the young girl to bed with some Gravol afterwards.

   Speaking of becoming sick, Donna noticed that her young daughter was
beginning to look ill, now that the stimulation of the encounter had ended.
This wasn't something she wanted to happen, since there was still a chance
it might turn her off from doing it in future.  If she could imagine how
bad it was going down, it certainly would be worse coming back up.  Donna
had planned for this though.  She quickly moved to help her daughter off
the mat.  "Up we go, nice and easy now honey.  Come over to the bed.  I
want you to stand here and mummy is going to put a little pill up your bum
to make your tummy feel better.  It won't hurt, I promise."

   Unwrapping the suppository, Donna carefully and gently slid it up inside
her young daughter.  She had purchased adult Gravol in suppository form. 
This would assure that even if she did have an incident of vomiting, she
wouldn't vomit up a pill as well.  While adult Gravol suppositories were
100mg, and children's strength were only 30mg, the maximum daily dosage of
Gravol for children was 150mg.  She did not intend to take chances.  Gravol
is a very safe medication, so this dosage was never a worry.  Not to
mention that since it dissolved slowly inside her, it would provide long
lasting relief.  She knew it would make her drowsy and overpower all but
the strongest unpleasant feelings in her stomach.  Exactly what she wanted.

   Brittney was starting to feel nauseous, but she followed he mother's
instructions and allowed her to insert the suppository.

   "That's my girl.  OK, up on the bed now, nice and slow." she said as she
gently helped her daughter pull herself onto the bed.  "Now honey, I know
your tummy doesn't feel too well, but the best cure for that is some of
mummy's love juice.  So you lie down on your back and let mummy ride your
face to make you feel better, OK?"

   Still in a bit of a daze from all that had happened, the young girl
blankly nodded and complied with the instructions, lying down on her back.

   Donna wouldn't need a pillow this time, since she planned to ride her
daughter's face in a different fashion tonight.  While she usually sat
facing away from her feet, this time she would be facing towards her feet.
This accomplished a number of things.  First, it kept her daughter's nose
in between her ass cheeks, which she wanted her to get used to.  Next, it
allowed her to cradle her daughter's head in the arches of her feet.  With
her feet together under her buttocks, the space at the arches was the
perfect size to cradle a young five-year-old girl's head and keep it still.
Yet another reason was since she wanted to look at Brittney's bloated
stomach as she rocked on her face.  Just looking at her bulging tummy and
knowing what was in there would excite her.  She would also be able to
reach down and gently stroke it to help soothe the poor girl.  Last, but
certainly not least, was that as long as Donna rode her daughter's face,
Brittney wouldn't be tempted to go and get sick in the toilet.  She hoped
that the sexual use of her daughter's face would distract her from her
nausea until the medication kicked in.  She wanted to make sure that the
only way the meal she gave her daughter would come out, would be through
her own behind.

   With that in mind, Donna slowly and deliberately began to slide herself
up and down her daughter's face, casually masturbating herself on the
facial features of the five-year-old girl below her.  While Brittney
occasionally let out a moan, her mother knew it wasn't a moan of pleasure.
Each time she heard it she would gently say "Shhh..." and redouble her
efforts lull her daughter into submitting herself to the needs of her
weeping cunt.

   While the young girl would only occasionally reach out her tongue to
lick her, Donna didn't care.  That wasn't what she was concerned with right
now.  On occasion, she would reach down and ever so gently run her fingers
around the swollen belly of the child underneath her.  Her pussy would weep
every time she touched it, but she didn't let herself get carried away. 
Right now was not about release for her, it was about using her pussy to
dominate the girl, forcing her to keep her shit and piss inside her.  As
she gazed down at the small bulge in her daughter's mid-section, she
couldn't imagine what her daughter was feeling right now.

   With each stroke of her mother's cunt across her face, Brittney found
herself being face-fucked into submission.  She wanted to throw up in the
beginning, but with her mother's pussy firmly in place on top mouth, she
had to focus on keeping her mother happy.  She had so much of her mother's
'love' inside her stomach that it hurt, but she wasn't focusing on it. 
Over time she started to feel a bit drowsy, but like the trooper she was
she kept her face steady for her mother to masturbate on.

   For her part, Donna was actually beginning to get bored now.  While she
did enjoy using her daughter like this, she dared not enjoy a nice orgasm
or the excitement might cause her daughter to lose her meal.  She couldn't
have that happen.  Pausing for a moment Donna leaned over to the bedside
table and grabbed one of the magazines she kept there when she wanted to
read before bedtime.  With the publication in hand, she gently sank back
down onto her daughter's face.  Now she was able to read the magazine while
she laconically rocked on her daughter's face, assured that the foul meal
within her body would slowly be digested.

   She assumed she wouldn't have to do this every time.  Once she had
trained Brittney to keep from vomiting, she would just use her as a toilet
and then put her to bed with some Gravol.  That way her body would have all
night to work on digesting the putrid filth inside her, with no chance to
prematurely expel the offering of 'love' from her mother.

   Time drifted by, and it was a couple of hours before Donna noticed that
Brittney had actually dozed off.  While the Gravol did cause drowsiness,
she thought that she would have noticed if her daughter fallen asleep. 
Since her feet kept the young girl's head in place, she never noticed
anything amiss.  How long had she been masturbating on the child's
unconscious face?  No matter, with the loving touch that only a mother
could give, she carefully slid Brittney under the covers and then slid into
the bed beside her.  Pulling the chain on the bedside lamp, the room turned
to black, the only light coming from the nearly full moon outside.  As
Donna settled down beside her daughter, she gently rested her hand on top
of her daughter's bloated stomach, so she could fall asleep with the
knowledge that the first of many noxious meals was nestled snugly inside
her.

   CHAPTER 11

   The next morning Donna awoke with a new perspective on life.  She arose
and opened her eyes looking forward to the day, instead of thinking about
her heavy schedule at work.  There was a new equanimity within her, one
that wasn't there before.  It was almost as if making her daughter eat from
her somehow drained her cares away.  After her precious girl ate - and then
digested - everything she had to offer, she felt a self-confidence she had
never felt before.  If she could do this, she could do anything.  The world
was her oyster.  She felt ten years younger, if not more, and she felt an
increased vitality in ways she couldn't describe.

   In short, she was reborn.

   Sitting up in bed Donna yawned and stretched her arms wide.  Her young
daughter still lay sleeping beside her.  The bulge in her stomach was now
gone, a testament to the fact her body had successfully processed her
waste. Looking down at her darling girl, she gently brushed the hair from
her face.  So beautiful, so innocent.  She so desperately wanted to give
her the morning urine that her body was begging to expel, however she knew
better than to take things too far too fast.  Since Brittney hadn't had any
'food' since lunch yesterday, a proper breakfast was in order.  If she was
feeling well enough, there was no reason why Donna couldn't make use of her
urinal mouth later.  She quietly slipped out of bed, leaving the little
girl to sleep and recover from the previous night's activities.  Walking
naked to the shower, she paused as she entered the bathroom to look in the
mirror.  She wasn't vain, but there was something that she had to see. 
Looking back at her was a woman she hadn't seen in years.  With a fresh
smile on her face, she let out a happy sigh and proceeded to step into the
shower to prepare for the day ahead.

   Brittany awoke in bed alone, having been roused from her slumber by her
mother's singing in the shower.  It was odd since her mother hadn't done
that in a long time.  As she tried to get her head into gear, she realized
that she had some kind of 'hangover'.  While she wouldn't comprehend the
meaning of this word until much later in life, she knew how she felt.  Her
stomach ached somewhat, but not significantly.  It was as if someone had
hit her in the stomach the night before, and this is the residual pain the
day after.  It was sort of a 'memory' of discomfort, and not discomfort
itself, if that makes any sense.  Then there was her head.  She was still
very groggy, feeling tired as if she hadn't slept.  This was the
after-effect of the Gravol, which does have a tendency to give people a
sleep 'hang-over' of sorts.

   As she sat up in bed, her intestines groaned as they were jostled in her
lissom body.  They were telling her that she needed to potty, and soon. 
Jumping down from the bed Brittany padded her bare feet quickly to the
bathroom in the hall.  While the en-suite bathroom would have been closer,
it was a force of habit for her to use the one in the hall.  After sitting
down on the toilet her bowel movement came rapidly, pressing out an
enormous - for someone her age - bowel movement.  She also found she had a
bit of diarrhoea at the end, but it wasn't nearly as bad as she has had in
the past.  With the pressure in her colon now gone, she had a quick tinkle
and then popped right into the shower without bothering to clean herself or
flush the loo.  Her head still felt quite clouded.

   Donna exited her shower, towelled herself off and then headed back into
the bedroom.  For whatever reason, perhaps just out of giddiness, she
tossed her body onto the mattress with reckless abandon, letting out a
brief giggle as the bedsprings stopped groaning.  As Donna lay on her bed,
listening to the sound of her young daughter cleaning herself in the
shower, her thoughts turned to the future.  The thought of Brittany and
Susan possibly being together appealed to her.  Her dear friend would just
die to have same experience as she did, she was sure of that.  She would
have to arrange it.  On top of all that she was quite smitten with
Brittany's friend, little Amanda Stone, and thoughts of sexual escapades
featuring her and that girl made her tingle to her toes.

   The future would be very interesting indeed.

   Later that morning, with Brittney lying on the floor watching the telly,
Donna contemplated her next move.  She had become emboldened by her night
with Brittany, so much so that she wanted to see if she could somehow work
Amanda into the equation.  It was certainly a huge risk, but she didn't get
where she was in life today by playing it safe.  Only the meek lived that
way, and Donna was anything but meek.  She decided the best means to reach
Amanda would be through her daughter.

   "Brittney honey?  Where are you my darling girl?  She called out.

   "I'm watching the telly mummy."

   Donna walked into the living room, and kneeling down beside her daughter
reached down and gave her a big kiss.  "How's my darling little poppet
doing today?"

   "OK mummy, but I'm still tired."

   "That's OK dear, you're tired because you ate soooo much of mummy's love
last night.  That's a good feeling sweetheart." Always looking for an
angle, Donna made sure that nothing could be seen by the her as being
discomforting.

   "I guess so."

   "Of course it is.  Well then, let's not have you lying on your belly all
day.  What about your friend Amanda, did you want to play with her today?"
Donna popped the question, with her daughter having no idea why her mother
really suggested it.

   "OK!" Brittany chirped with glee.  She hadn't had Amanda over to her
house in ages, and she wanted to show off all her new things.

   "Very well, you finish your show and I'll get it sorted." It only took a
phone call and Amanda's mother Jean was more than happy to bring little
Amanda over to play.  What mother in her right mind would turn down a
chance to have their little child off taken off their hands for the day?

   After Amanda arrived, Brittany took her straight up to her room.  "Look
she has a whole set of dresses for the fashion walk.  She's a top model,
but not only that, she's a secret agent as well!" Brittany exclaimed with
pride.  She was showing her friend Amanda her 'Super Carla' game, a
beautiful fashion icon that took time off from photo shoots and the catwalk
to save the world as the number one secret agent.  A stunning collection of
fashion wear could be bought as part of a series, all to clad the
precocious Carla.  "She has all kinds of disguises she puts on when she
doesn't want the baddies to know who she is."

   Amanda was spellbound.  "Wow." Was all she could manage to say as she
looked on in awe, as Brittany continued explaining the various exploits
Carla could get up to.  She was envious; she knew her Mum and Daddy could
never afford to buy her the whole game series and now after seeing if for
herself she desperately wanted to have them.  She looked around Brittany's
bedroom, her eyes taking in all of her friend's possessions; Brittany had
just about everything a girl could wish for.  Her bedroom was cluttered
with toys and games of every description; she even had a brand new mobile
phone.  Her own parents were by no means stingy, but neither of their
incomes matched Donnas who worked as a television reporter.  "Your mum's
good to you." Amanda said, "I wish mine would get me all these things."

   Brittany's mother, Donna, heard Amanda's last remark.  She was putting
clean linen into the airing cupboard, just outside the bedroom door. 
Neither of the girl's had heard her as she placed the folded clothes neatly
onto the shelves and crept over to the bedroom in time to hear Brittany. 
"Are you really good to your mummy?"

   "Uh huh."

   "But really good."

   "Yeah."

   "Well I'm really REALLY good to my mummy and that's why I have all of
these." She said sweeping her arm out to encompass her bulging shelves. 
"If you want to be THAT good, maybe my mummy can show you." She added
without giving any thought to what she was actually suggesting.  While
Brittany hadn't, and wasn't going to, give up her 'private' secrets, she
did remember her mother saying that what happened in her house, stayed in
the house.  Since Amanda was here, couldn't she do things with mummy as
well?  While it was a flawed premise, by putting the idea out there she had
done Donna a great service.

   Donna put her head around the door to take a quick look at Amanda.  She
had the most beautiful dark brown hair tied into a ponytail, which wound
all the way down to the small of her back.  Her heart missed a beat when
she noticed two puzzled looking eye's staring out from the fringe on her
forehead.  She was slightly smaller than Brittany, with the most
scrumptious body.  Her sleek legs were clad in wonderful tight fitting
leggings; she was one of the prettiest girls Donna had seen.

   "What do you have to do?" Amanda asked imploringly.  To be honest she'd
have done anything to have her own Super Carla and was beginning to get
very curious about Brittany's secret formula of success for pleasing her
mother.

   Donna held her breath as she listened to her daughter's answer.  Would
she spill the beans?

   "Tidy my room and stuff, don't answer back and be good.  You know... 
all that stuff."

   'Phew' breathed Donna.  'Clever girl, at least you're discreet.' Theirs
was a large secret; one they had been keeping ever since they became lovers
a couple of months ago.  Donna had lectured her daughter about the need for
absolute discretion, telling her how important it was that no one else
should find out about their special relationship, one in which they both
adored and carried out to the full.  She made sure that Brittney knew that
if anyone found out, she wouldn't be allowed to keep her toys and her mummy
wouldn't love her anymore.

   "I want to play with Carla." complained Amanda, who, it had to be said,
possessed what's sometimes called a 'wilful streak' in her make up.  She
could be quite determined, and if her mind happened to be made up about
something, it could be difficult to persuade her to change it.

   "Well I want to play with Carla." Said Brittany, who could also be
determined.

   "NO ME!" squealed Amanda defiantly.

   "NO ME!" Brittany answered back with a scream.

   "Shut up the lot of you!" came a shout from the door.  Both girls
stopped shouting and stared at Brittany's vexed looking mother.  "I can
hear you two from downstairs." lied Donna.  "And I daresay the whole
neighbourhood can too.  If Amanda wants to play with the game, you need to
share.  There should be enough things to play with here for the both of
you. My goodness," she sighed in an exasperated tone.  While Donna wanted
Brittany to share her toys, it was not the 'life lesson' that prompted her
tirade.  Her right eyebrow rose as she considered possibilities. 
"Brittany, can you come with me a moment?  Let Amanda play and come to my
room please honey."

   The young girl reluctantly did as her mother asked, but she still had a
bit of a frustrated pout on her face.  Once inside the room she watched as
her mother shut the door behind her.

   "Honey, you really need to share with Amanda.  Do you know why she wants
to play with your toys?"

   The still moody Brittany just shook her head.

   "Amanda's parents can't afford to buy her all the nice things that I can
buy for you.  So she never gets any toys like this.  Now can you see why
she wanted to play?"

   Feeling guilty, the young girl started to regret her earlier outburst.
She wasn't aware that Amanda's parents didn't have much money.  "Can't you
buy her some toys?"

   "I'm sorry poppet, but even though I would like to, Amanda's parents
wouldn't like it if I gave her toys."

   Brittney, as a child, didn't understand why they wouldn't let her
daughter have toys if her mummy bought them.  "But why?"

   "Well, they would think that I thought they were poor, and that would
make them embarrassed.  So they wouldn't accept the toys, they would want
to buy them themselves." Donna pondered something for a moment, then
continued, "You know honey, there may be a way we could give her some toys
to take home with her, but we have to do it a certain way.  What we could
do is give Amanda some of your toys and then..."

   "Nooooo!" Brittany cried, as any five-year-old would do when you talk
about taking their toys away, "I did all those things and...  I drank your
pee and...  all those things!  How come she gets toys and she doesn't have
to do those things!"

   "Poppet, calm down!" Donna said as she tried to calm the upset child,
"What I was going to say is that if you gave Amanda some of your toys, then
her parents wouldn't mind her keeping them since you gave them to her. 
Then once you do that, I'll buy you brand new toys to replace them.  I
promise."

   "Ohhhh..." she replied, starting to catch on to what her mother was
suggesting.  "But how come she gets toys and doesn't have to do all those
things for you like I did?"

   "Well, why don't we see if Amanda wants to do those things to get some
of your toys then?  Hmmm?" Although Brittany had steered the conversation
here, it was done unwittingly since this was where her mother wanted to
take it all along.

   "But how?"

   "Leave that to me poppet, leave that to me.

   CHAPTER 12

   Taking her daughter by the hand, she led her back to her own room, and
then directed her to sit back down beside Amanda.  "Amanda?  Can you stop
playing for a minute please love?"

   The young girl complied and looked up at Donna wondering what she wanted
from her.

   "You know Amanda, Brittney has a lot of toys here, and she doesn't play
with them all.  Would you like it if she gave you some of her toys to take
home?"

   "Oh yes please!" the tot eagerly explained.

   Donna noticed Brittney still had a bit of an uncertain look on her face,
and she didn't blame her.  No child ever wants to give up toys. 
Nevertheless, she said nothing since her mother did promise to replace
them. "Well Amanda, did Brittney tell you that she had to do things to get
her toys?"

   "Yes..."

   "Well don't you think it is only fair that if she gives you her toys
that you should have to do the same things?"

   "I guess so, what kind of things?"

   "We'll get to that sweetheart.  How about we do this first...  If you
had to pick any three toys in this room, which ones would you pick?"

   Amanda's eyes grew wide as she started to consider that she might
actually be able to have some new toys.  Her parents weren't poor.  She had
proper clothes and shoes; was always well fed.  However, her parents didn't
have well paying jobs, so money was always tight.  Aside from a new dolly
on occasion, toys were not something she received a lot of, except on her
birthday and at Christmas.

   "Why don't you think about it dear while I go get something, I'll be
right back..." Donna briskly made her way to the kitchen, retrieved two
tall glasses, and then returned to her daughter's bedroom.

   "So, have you decided?"

   Amanda quickly pointed out three toys she was interested in, and
Brittney squirmed as she announced it.  Donna had debated how to do this.
As expected, she had to assure silence from the girl.  That was easy to do
though.  The tough choice was deciding which act to introduce to the young
girl first.  "OK Amanda, if you want those toys, then you will need to do
what Brittney did to get them, is that fair?"

   "Yes..."

   "Very good, watch then.  Brittany, be a dear and hold this for me
please." Donna said as she handed an empty glass to her daughter.  Taking a
couple steps over to the bed, but still well in view of the two girls, she
lifted her leg and placed her bare foot on top of Brittney's bed.  Looking
directly at Amanda, she then slowly pulled her dress up so it was over her
knee and out of the way.  Donna never wore panties at home, since they
always got in the way if she wanted to give her daughter a drink or get her
pussy sucked.  With her cunt lewdly on display, she saw Amanda's eyes grow
wide as Donna brought the empty glass to her pussy.  After using one hand
to hold the glass and the other to spread her lips, she started to piss
into the glass.  The sound of the rushing liquid was deafening in the
silent room.  The glass filled quickly, and soon Donna had to fight to stop
her stream lest she overfill it.  "Quickly now, give me the empty glass
dear and you hold this one."

   Brittney jumped up off her seat and strode the few steps over to her
mother, quickly doing as she asked.  Once she had the heavy glass of amber
liquid in her hands, she went back to her chair and sat down.

   Donna wasted no time in filling the second glass, although she ran out
of urine at about the two-thirds point.  Staring at the piss in the glass,
she allowed her eyes to look back at Amanda, who was still in awe of the
spectacle before her.  "Hold this for me please Amanda." Donna said as she
handed the four-year-old the glass.  She then took her foot down off the
bed, which made her dress fall back into place.  "Now Amanda, you asked
what kinds of things Brittney does for her toys.  Why don't I show you?  Go
ahead poppet; show Amanda what you do for your toys."

   After a cursory sniff at the slightly foamy top of her glass, Brittany
brought the glass to her mouth and started to drink.  Given the colour of
her piss, Donna didn't think it would taste too bad, although her daughter
did make a small face when the first sip hit her tongue.  The room was
silent, except for the sounds of Brittney swallowing gulp after gulp of her
mother's warm piss.  She did pause a few times to take a breath, but in
short order the glass was empty and Brittney was looking up at her mother,
longing for approval.  "Very good poppet.  You drank that so well for
mummy. Now you see Amanda, if you drink that glass, every last drop, you
can take home a toy.  What do you say?"

   Amanda looked at the glass in her hands, looked at Brittney's mother,
looked at the toys, and then back at the glass.  Her mind was fighting a
pitched battle over control of her actions.  On the one hand, she
desperately wanted the toys; on the other, she was very much afraid of the
unknown.  As the seconds dragged on, the greed in her mind was winning her
over.

   "What's it going to be honey?  If you don't want the toys then give the
glass to Brittney to drink."

   This put Amanda over the edge.  Greed won out, and she quickly found
herself raising the glass to her lips.  With both hands steadying the heavy
glass, she took a tentative sip.  'Yuck', she said to herself.  Not very
tasty.  Still though, she watched Brittany drain her glass as if it were
nothing at all.  Closing her eyes and girding her body Amanda took the
plunge, hoisted the glass to her lips, and started to slowly drink the
urine.  While she didn't relish the taste, it wasn't as bad as some cough
syrup that she had to take.  However, if drinking a glass of pee was all
that she needed to do to get toys, she would do it.  While she did stop a
number of times to take a breath, she nevertheless drank the glass until it
was empty.  When she was done she smacked her lips together in a way that
kids do after they have had to taste something they didn't like, and she
crinkled her nose a bit as the aroma of urine in her mouth wafted up into
her nose.

   "That's a good girl.  See that wasn't so hard now, was it?"

   Amanda just shrugged her shoulders.

   "Com'on now, was it that bad?  Speak up..."

   "I guess not."

   "See, there you go.  OK then, you did one thing for me, so that gets you
one toy.  If you want the other two toys, you can do some other things. 
Would you like the other toys Amanda?"

   Amanda had mixed feelings.  Of course she wanted toys, but would the
other things she have to do be as bad as this?  She opened her mouth as if
she was going to speak, but then closed it again as she pondered her
thoughts.  Finally, with a sigh of resignation, she gave in.  "I want the
other toys too."

   "Well then, why don't we see what we can have you do for them then? 
Before I do that, we need to talk first." Donna went ahead and gave Amanda
the 'privacy' lecture that she had given Brittany when she first started.
At times she would mention Brittany and how she has never told, and
Brittany would nod in agreement as if to acknowledge that this is the right
thing to do.  "OK Amanda, do you understand then?"

   "I think so."

   "Now darling I need to know if you are sure you understand.  What
happens in this house is no one's business but our own.  Just as it is not
my business what happens in your house.  Right?"

   "Yeah."

   "OK then, there is one more thing.  Should you tell anyone about what we
do together, I'll have to take back the toys, do you understand?"

   Amanda's eyes grew wide at this revelation, since she didn't really take
it all too seriously.  However, with the loss of toys now a threat, she was
at full attention.  "I promise, I'll never tell."

   "That's a good girl.  Keep this private and we'll make sure that you get
lots of other toys too.  First thing first, there is the matter of the
other two toys.  You want them, don't you?"

   "Yes please...!"

   "OK, why don't you come sit beside me dear." Donna said as she patted
the bed beside her.  "Brittany, can you come on my other side please?" The
two children complied.  Donna reached out and took hold of Amanda's hand,
drawing it into her lap between her legs, on top of her dress.  She wanted
the young child to feel the heat between her legs.  "You see Amanda,
because Brittany and I love each other, we want to make each other happy."

   Amanda's body tingled from the slow caress of the older woman's hand,
she almost purred with pleasure at the warm feelings it stirred within her.
At the same time, she was a bold young girl and wanted to get to the bottom
of this being good idea.  This new concept of getting presents and toys in
exchange for pleasing your Mum was a nut she thought worth cracking, so
with that in mind she continued probing.  Her mouth opened then closed just
as quickly as she sought to put her curiosity into words.  "How does...How
does" she stammered briefly.  "When Brittany's nice to you?  What does she
do?"

   "She makes me happy sweetheart.  She does things to please me." Her
words dropped from her lips like silk as her hand continued its gentle
roaming.  Her mind had been reeling these last few minutes as she tried to
control her feelings.  Her eyes took in every detail of the four-year-old
girl sitting beside her.  She was small compared to Donna, so much so that
when they stood up side by side, the top of Amanda's head barely reached
her crotch.  For some reason this aroused her even more.

   "She makes me happy by doing things for me Amanda.  Lots and lots of
things...  all in the privacy of our home.  You know dear, there's no
reason why you shouldn't have the same nice things I buy for Brittany.  I
could teach you how to make me happy, you could do nice things for me, and
then in return I'll give you any toys you want.  Would you like that Amanda
dear"?

   The girl eyes fluttered with pleasure from the woman's persistent
caresses, she could smell her heady perfume, and feel her steady gaze as
she felt the web closing round her.  The weather was warm and Donna was
dressed to stay cool with a flimsy low cut top, just showing her turquoise
bra and enough of her breasts to draw Amanda's eyes to them.  She smiled as
she followed the girl's gaze; her eye's becoming mischievous as she ran a
hand through her long dark hair.  The awestruck toddler tried a nonchalant
shrug of her shoulders, which ended up as a nervous twitch, so she nodded
her head instead.

   Donna moved closer, bringing her warm face within inches of the
flustered girl.  "You know Amanda, you're very pretty.  You have such a
darling little mouth." Her tongue crept out of her lips and flickered
against the young girl's lips before roaming around them.  "Just made to
give kisses." She leaned forward, closing the distance between them as she
brought her lips to cover Amanda's lips.  The girl's small gasp was stifled
as Donna captured her tongue and took it into her mouth to suck.  Then she
released it, returned the favour by giving Amanda's smaller mouth her
tongue, and was rewarded by the girl emulating her actions.  After Amanda
overcame the shock of the sudden kiss, she began enjoying the new
sensations racing through her body.  Her senses were full of the woman; she
was seduced by her beautiful fragrance, her warm lips and seeking tongue.
The striking adult oozed eroticism and even though she was too young to
understand, she could still feel it.

   For her part, Brittany was watching intently, seeing from a third person
perspective what it must have been like for her in the beginning.  She
wasn't jealous at all; in fact, she was fascinated by everything that was
happening.

   The woman opened her mouth wider as their lips writhed together in a
slow moist dance.  Donna's head twisting this way and that as she crushed
her mouth against Amanda's, breathing loudly through her nose and with the
occasional quiet moan sounding in her throat.  She couldn't believe she was
falling in love all over again; was it love or was it lust?  Her
predilection for young girls had intensified dramatically over the last
year, until now she found herself looking at youngsters not only with the
normal affection an adult has for one, but also with the eye of a
seductress.  Children were so malleable at that age, so eager to please,
thoughts of the things you could get one to do for you raced through her
mind.  She let out a loud moan of lust at the thought, startling Amanda who
pulled away with a wet smack.

   "Mmph." exclaimed Donna, as their lips broke apart.  "You okay honey?"
She sounded concerned.  Frightened that she'd scared her by getting carried
away.  Her voice sounded ragged to her ears, she was panting heavily after
breaking off the kiss, and couldn't hide her excitement.

   "Yes I...  think..." Her voice trailed off and she looked down at the
carpet as her face flooded red.

   "That was a lovely kiss Amanda.  You kissed me so wonderfully.  Did you
like it too?"

   Amanda's mind was in turmoil; she'd never done anything as exiting as
this.  She looked up in awe and tossed her head back sending her long
pigtail flying over her shoulders.  "I...  I think so" Still swooning, she
really wasn't sure what she thought.

   Seeing as you enjoy kissing me so much, how about I show you how to give
me more kisses, all kinds of different kisses?"

   "Now?"

   "Well, these kisses got you a second toy; did you want the third toy as
well?"

   "Yes please!"

   "Right then, why don't we have Brittany show you how we do another kind
of special kiss." Donna said as she pushed herself back onto Brittany's
bed, and leaning against the headboard pulled back the fabric of her dress
to expose her now sodden cunt.  She was tempted to drag the three of them
back to her bedroom, but she didn't want to lose the moment.  The
four-year-old was still under her spell from that kiss, and she didn't want
to risk that.  She also had to make sure that Brittany didn't get jealous,
which was why she wanted her right here beside her.  That way she wouldn't
think she was being supplanted or deprived of any potential toys.  "Now
Amanda, come up here beside my hip darling." She waited as the little scamp
obeyed her command.  "Now look closely and watch Brittany.  Watch how she
loves her mummy and does a nice thing for her.  Go ahead dear." she said
while waving Brittany into the free space between her thighs.

   For her part, the young girl knew exactly what to do.  With all the
practice she had, there was no hesitation on her part.  She dove right in
and got to work.

   Amanda sat and watched, gob smacked at the sight before her.  She never
knew that anyone would do such a thing.  Heck, she had never even
considered that you could do such a thing with your mummy.  She wondered
how many other children did this.

   Donna relaxed and let out a long exhale of breath with a sigh.  As
Brittany pleased her orally, she was running her hand through Amanda's soft
tresses, and putting gentle pressure on her to look closer.  "Why don't you
take a closer look there precious.  Get right down close to Brittany and
see how she does it."

   Amanda felt the pressure on the back of her head as she was pressed
toward the erotic scene in front of her.  She was amazed that Brittany did
this without any complaint at all.  'It must not be that bad' she thought
to herself.

   Donna was quickly climbing the wall of pleasure, so she gently pushed a
confused Brittany away.  "OK Brittany, why don't you let Amanda have a go
at it." Her daughter scuttled back, leaving plenty of room for the young
four-year-old to take her place between Donna's thighs.

   Amanda looked with wide eyes at the sight before her.  She had never
seen a grown woman's vagina up close before.  Not even her own mother's
vagina in the shower.  It looked...  angry, was the word she would use to
describe it to herself.

   Brittany, trying to be helpful, leaned in and gave her some
instructions. "If you lick it here, she really likes it a lot!" she said,
pointing to her mother's clit.  "And you can lick up the juices down there,
she likes that too."

   "Thank you Brittany, you're such a clever girl." her mother said,
praising her for initiative as she smiled back with pride.

   Amanda stuck her tongue out, and took a tentative lick.

   When Donna felt Amanda's tongue touch her clit, she nearly lost it.  It
wasn't that she was doing anything extraordinary, it was just the sight of
the little moppet bending her head down, and watching the curls flow over
her thighs as the small face leaned in for a lick.  Heaven, pure heaven. 
It took all of her willpower, and then some, to resist the urge to grab her
head and lock it to her pussy.  She kept repeating to herself 'in time...
in time...'

   With the knowledge that touching the strange thing in front of her with
her tongue wouldn't hurt her, Amanda tried to do as Brittany had done. 
While her technique was non-existent, and her touch staccato, it was
nevertheless an attempt to please the woman who was now gently caressing
her head and cooing her name.

   Finally, Donna could take no more.  It had only been a couple minutes
but she had to stop.  There was no way she could continue and not scare the
little girl.  "OK then, that's enough for today Amanda.  You've been a very
good girl and you get all three toys."

   Sitting back on her feet Amanda beamed a wide smile and bounced a bit on
the bed.

   Surprisingly, given that Brittany would be temporarily losing three
toys, was smiling too.

   Donna surmised that perhaps Brittany was caught up in the moment, or
maybe she was just happy that her mother was happy.  Either way, that was
fine with her.  As the saying goes, 'two mouths are better than one'... 
Well, at least that the way she says it.  Leaving them to play, Donna went
to the bathroom to clean up, least she sodden a fresh pair of knickers when
she put them on.  Once done she retired to the living room to relax.

   With the day getting late, Donna called up to the children, "OK you two,
time for Amanda to go." Harried feet bounded on the floor above, and then
the two of them came bouncing down the stairs.  "Ready to go Amanda?"

   With three new toys in hand, and a grin a mile wide, was she ever.

   After driving over to Amanda's house, she left Brittany in the car while
she spoke with Jean at the door.  She would need to explain why her
daughter was coming home with these toys.  "There you are; so then, how was
your quiet day?

   "Don't you get me started or I'll be after you to do this every
weekend!"

   Donna thought to herself, 'I only wish', but then replied, "Come now
Jean, you've watched Brittney for me dozens of times more than I have
watched Amanda, I owe it to you."

   "Oh never you mind that.  So what's with the toys then?"

   "Jean I hope you don't mind, but I'm trying to clean out Brittany's
closet and she has all these toys she never plays with.  You don't mind do
you?  I was going to donate them, but I'd much rather they go to Amanda."

   "I hope these aren't expensive."

   "Oh Lord no.  I'm just terrible with Brittany.  Since I'm off on
assignment so often I try and make it up to her by buying toys.  So now she
has a roomful of toys and many she doesn't play with at all.  I'm serious
though Jean, anytime you want to have a Saturday to yourself, you just
bring her round, I insist."

   "I couldn't!" Jean said shaking her head.

   "Nonsense!  If anything, this will clear my conscience.  You've watched
Brittany far more times.  I owe you a debt my dear."

   "Alright!  We'll see how it goes.  Just you don't go spoiling my girl
too now."

   They both shared some mutual laughter as they parted ways.  Donna was
eager to get back and have Brittney service her with the image of Amanda
still fresh in her mind.  Her confidence was increasing each time they made
love, she thrilled at the power she had when she cried out Brittney's name,
as she tossed and turned across the large double bed to the tune of her
clever tongue.  If there could be such a term as a natural submissive then
it had to apply to her daughter.  Brittany needed to be loved, or more
aptly, she needed her mother's love.  Donna had been ruthless in tying her
pleasure to her love for her daughter, so much so that her daughter was
starting to see them as one in the same.

   With Brittney, even though her mother's needs were sometimes excessive -
there were often occasions when she nearly fell asleep at school - she was
starting to look at other grown women with the eyes of a hopeful
submissive. She'd occasionally pass an attractive woman in the street that
could be any age up to her late fifties, and immediately be overcome by
reverie, imagining being made to satisfy and serve her in the filthiest of
ways.  Dreaming about being loved.

   Donna picked up a pizza on the way home so that Brittney would have a
good supper.  She planned to give her mouth a workout that evening, and she
needed to make sure her daughter had the strength for it.

   It was going to be a long night.

   CHAPTER 13

   The next afternoon, Brittany was drinking lemonade she had taken from
the kitchen fridge.  The glass tipped back in the air, she glugged down the
refreshing liquid.  Once finished drinking, she noticed her mother standing
by the kitchen door with an expression on her face that she'd come to
recognise.  It was one of the demanding Mistress, a game her mother
particularly enjoyed.  By now she was used to impromptu sex, they didn't
confine they're lovemaking to just the bedroom or just at night.  It could
happen at anytime or anyplace within the privacy of their home.  Her mother
was insatiable at times, but that was part of the fun.  She knew what was
expected of her, and this time was no different.

   Donna waved her hand at the young girl.  "Kneel down in front of me and
suck my cunt, and be quick about it."

   Brittany, not paying attention, just started walking towards her mother.

   "Be quick I said!  Get your head under my skirt and pull down my
knickers!"

   Brittany jumped and fast moved to obey, dropping to her knees before the
smouldering woman.  Lifting up her mother's long skirt, she gazed at the
sight of the lacy blue knickers.  She reached to the top of her mother's
slim, toned legs and slowly pulled them down...  the sheer material making
a slow swish as it travelled downwards to the floor.

   "Make me cum in your mouth slave." Donna said coldly.

   Brittany moved forward, allowing the long skirt to fall down behind her
back as she pressed her face into the dewy curls above the pinky-grey
labia. The potent smell of arousal assailed her nostrils as she extended
her tongue to touch the crinkled lips.  Once at school, she'd seen a photo
of an African woman wearing a pair of long heavy earrings.  When she'd
asked about it, the teacher explained it was customary for the women to
have them pinned through like that to stretch the ear lobes making them
long and dangly.  She found the similarity amusing as she swept her tongue
up and down, tasting the tangy flesh before slipping in-between and giving
a wiggle to say 'hello'.

   Donna crouched lower, flexing her knees to make herself more accessible;
she let out a quiet "Yes" as she felt the girl's mouth go where she wanted.
Sliding a hand under the waistband of her skirt, she spread her lips wide
to give Brittany better access.  The five-year-old licked inside the wet
pussy, sucking noisily at the dripping hole as she scooped up the strong
juices.

   Brittany felt as though she were inside an oven as she knelt between her
mothers legs; the thighs felt hot as they caressed her cheeks.  She licked,
sucked and slurped at her sex, listening to her moans and groans for
another ten minutes.  She then felt her hands on the back of her head
through the skirt, as her mother guided her face up and down her cunt.

   "Suck my clit.  That's it, keep going!  Keep going!  Yes, yes don't
stop! Suck my clit like a lolly.  Yes suck it like a lollypop; you're
driving me wild with your mouth.  Oh God I could marry that mouth...  don't
stop!  Oh God don't fucking stop!" She wailed at the top of her voice.  "Oh
yes!  I'm cumming!  I'm going to cream your pretty mouth"!

   Suddenly she felt her mother's fingers gripping her head like a vice, as
her face was jammed into her mother's sodden cunt.

   "Ugh...  Ugh...  Ugh...  Oh gawd I'm coming, I'm coming, yes!  Yes! 
Yes! Yes Yes!  Ohh drink it!  Swallow it down...  drink me...  drink me
up!" She cried as her dam burst and she flooded her young girl's mouth.

   Brittany glugged and swallowed as best she could.  "Uggh Nuggh Glug...
Glug...  Glug..." The noise of her busy gulping filled the kitchen as she
ate her Mum's cum, kneeling down on the hard floor and hanging on to her
mother's thrusting buttocks with her hands.  She rode out the crisis as she
had done so many times before, keeping her face in place until she heard
the older woman sigh, then felt her legs loosen around her head.

   "Oh darling.  Oh my darling you were marvellous." Crooned her mother as
she stepped back to release her daughter from her fabric prison.  She then
knelt down and kissed her wetly on the lips, tasting her own juices in the
process.  'What a lucky girl' she said to herself with a sly grin.

   = = = =

   The following weekend, Donna again planned to make 'full service' use of
her daughter's toilet mouth.  This was the perfect time to see if Brittany
would be able to cope with this on a regular basis.  She left it for
Saturday, since the Gravol made Brittney very tired the next day.  She
wouldn't want to have to explain her grogginess to the school during the
week.  After informing her daughter that she would be eating 'later' that
night, she enjoyed her meal as she ate alone.  It was this time when she
mentally prepared herself for what was to come.  Here she would justify her
actions as necessary for Brittany to show how much she loved her.  If there
was ever an act that one person could do, to show the ultimate reverence
for another human being, it is for them to eat the other's bodily wastes.
Her daughter was finally doing this for her, and she was more than glad
that she would be able to continue to do it for the foreseeable future.

   After dinner, while Brittany watched the telly, Donna went upstairs and
readied the bedroom.  The black mat was out, but in future, she hoped she
wouldn't need it.  Next, she prepared the Gravol suppository, and had a
magazine by the ready.  Donna actually planned to get some work done, since
she needed to do some background reading on riders for an upcoming race. 
Tonight she planned to do something a bit different.  Instead of calling
Brittney up when she was ready to go, she would instead have the girl lie
prone while she sat on her toilet mouth, letting her wait in anticipation
for the moment to arrive.  "Brittney darling, mummy needs you for potty."
That was her usual refrain when she had to pee, and Brittney always would
come promptly to service her needs.

   When Brittney arrived in the bedroom, she saw the mat and her stomach
sank.  She had almost forgotten, and she wasn't really looking forward to
it.  There was nothing she could do though; this was what she needed to do
to earn her mother's love.

   "Honey, go ahead and take off your clothes then lie down on the mat. 
Mummy is not quite ready to go, so I'll just have a sit on you while I wait
OK dear?" It may have seemed odd to have Brittany strip if she was only
going to use her mouth as a toilet, but it was the principle.  For Donna
having the child strip made her feel all that more powerful.  It was as if
the child was nothing more than a piece of porcelain, and you don't put
clothing on porcelain.

   "OK" Brittney replied blandly.  Once stripped she moved to the mat and
lay down.  She watched as her mother turned off the main lights, leaving
only the reading lamp beside them on.

   Seeing the darling child ready to perform her toilet duties, Donna
pushed down her panties and kicked them off to the side.  A black t-shirt
covered her top half with a red racing logo spread across the front. 
Stepping over the face of the five-year-old girl, Donna peered down at the
child below her and muttered, "Beautiful." For this act, she would always
sit facing Brittney's feet.  Watching the heaves of her daughter's stomach
as they struggled to cope with the vile substance being forced inside it
was something she had to see.

   As she lowered herself down, she reached back and deliberately spread
her cheeks apart with her hands.  "Tongue out young lady." Donna ordered.
She needed to feel her way into position, and the tongue was the best way
to do it.  Soon she felt the telltale touch of her daughter's pink - but
soon to be brown - tongue, and with a few minor adjustments, she settled
onto her daughter's face with a sigh.

   Sliding her feet under her buttocks to cradle her daughter's head, she
relaxed on her heels with the knowledge that her daughter wouldn't be going
anywhere until her toilet duties were complete.  For her part, Donna did
take pains to make sure she didn't overdo it.  She didn't allow herself to
get constipated or to have loose stools.  Diarrhoea was liquid, and
Brittney got enough of that with her mother's piss.  No, Donna wanted her
chewing.  She wanted to feel the movement of her daughter's jaw as it
masticated the revolting meal inside it.  She wanted her daughter to need
to chew each piece of shit until it was a soft pulpy mass, which she would
then force down her throat.  She wanted it to take effort, since it was the
effort, which excited her.

   "I don't feel your tongue dear; keep yourself busy while you wait for
mummy's love please." Donna relaxed as she read her magazine while her
daughter licked and sucked on her rosebud.  Even still her brow was knitted
in concentration as she read, occasionally reaching for a nearby notepad to
make notes.  The minutes flew by, broken by the occasional turning of the
page.  Brittney's breathing was slow and steady, her body still, arms at
her side.  She had totally submitted herself to her mother, and Donna knew
she would stay there until she had finished what she came to do.

   About 30 minutes later, she finally stopped reading and lifted her head
up from the magazine as if to ponder something.  Donna resumed reading the
magazine, but not long after a faint crackle sound pierced the air like a
knife.  The girl underneath her let out a cry of surprise, only to have it
come out as a muffled moan.  Donna paused reading for a moment and watched
as the stomach in front of her began to heave violently.  The two domed
cheeks sitting on her upturned face stifled her daughter's muffled gags. 
Everything stopped; Donna's gaze remained frozen, while beneath her the
child lay perfectly still except for her heaving tummy.  Then suddenly, she
feels her daughter's chin begin moving, slowly at first, very slowly, then
a little quicker until it's munching away beneath the buttocks.  Donna's
sense of relief is tangible and before long, her eyes are moving across the
page as she resumes her reading.  She listens for the sound of swallowing,
and when she hears it a minute later, she feels a tingle inside.  Then it
comes again.  Looking straight down she can see Brittney's throat bobbing
as it struggles valiantly to force down her mother's crap.

   With her daughter working at her task, Donna is working on her own,
reading.  A few minutes later, there is another wet crackling sound.  The
daughter's cheeks swell up, her stomach again begins to heave, but she
begins chewing and swallowing until eventually, as the minutes go by, the
waste eventually empties into the stomach below.  So on it goes, the only
visible sign of what is really happening are two runny chocolate like
rivulets seeping from the corners of her daughter's mouth.  For her part,
Donna seems more engrossed in the magazine than in the state of her
daughter below.  In fact, more of her concentration had been used to keep
herself from urinating, since one always has that urge when defecating. 
Even still, she seems to have gotten the hang of it, and of delivering
reasonable mouthfuls of excrement into her daughter's mouth at her leisure.


   Donna had almost forgotten that she was sitting on the upturned face of
a five-year-old girl and not her own toilet.  She often read while on the
loo, and she had to admit this was a far cry more comfortable.  This was
most certainly something that she could get used to on a weekly basis.  The
heaving of her daughter's stomach, the sound of her laboured swallows and
gagging were like a sweet symphony of music, causing her to spontaneously
let out a relaxed sigh as she delivered another small morsel of crap into
the mouth of the five-year-old underneath her.  It became impossible for
her to read anymore, so she tossed the magazine to the ground and just
placed her hands on top of her thighs so she could relax and enjoy the
sensations.  Once the music had stopped, she pushed yet another mouthful of
refuse into the mouth of her darling daughter, and the music began again.
She was the maestro, not just listening to a symphony, but also conducting
it.  Her rosebud was her instrument, which was able to deliver many
different notes depending on how she played the beautiful mouth of the girl
below her.

   Soon though, as with all good things, her half-hour of music came to an
end.  With a last squeeze, the final dollop of her love was given to her
darling daughter, who to her credit, had swallowed up every bite.  Oh how
she loved the mouth of her darling girl.  "Clean my bottom now dear, we're
almost done." With gentle licks, Donna felt the small tongue of her
daughter as it wiped her hole clean."

   As much as she would love to sit here all night, she was bursting for a
pee, so with a final caress of her daughter's rounded belly, she stood up
and turned around.  It was a bit of a tradition for her to always look into
her daughter's eyes when she used her as a urinal.  The ability to gently
cradle Brittney's head in her hands as she pissed into her small mouth was
something she would never get tired of.  Like last week she had her rinse
her mouth with urine to get the shit out of her mouth before getting down
to the business of emptying her bladder fully.  This too she enjoyed taking
her time with, making sure not to overflow her toilet by going too fast. 
As the hiss of urine splashed into her daughter's mouth, Donna gently
caressed her curls.  She would look lovingly into her eyes, as they would
momentarily widen in response to the inrush of urine, before relaxing back
to their normal state once she had flushed the piss into her stomach.  Once
complete, she would gaze at her daughter's face and see a defeated set of
eyes staring back at her.  It was a look that Donna would never get tired
of.  It was the look of complete and total submission.

   With her intestines and bladder empty, she gently helped Brittney up and
over to the bed.  After slipping in the suppository, she carefully lifted
her into bed, and like last week got into bed to join her.  This time
though she remembered to bring her magazine.  With no words spoken, Donna
mounted her daughter's face and began the task of masturbating on her
features while reading.  Occasionally she would reach down and caress her
bloated belly, but for the most part, she just relaxed and face-fucked her
to keep her in submission.  Brittney had no fight in her though, and unlike
last week, Donna was able to determine that she had fallen asleep after
about an hour.  As she lifted her cunt off her daughter, she could see the
sheen of cunt cream on her face.  With a shy smile at how beautiful it
looked, Donna pulled the covers up over her little poppet.  With her task
complete, as she did last week, she slipped into bed beside her and again
placed her hand on Brittney's bulging stomach.

   Falling asleep, she began to dream about her beautiful toilet girl.

   The following weekend, after Donna had delivered yet another steaming
load of shit into the quivering tummy of her darling little girl, she was
about to ride her face when Brittney spoke up.

   "You don't have to do that mummy."

   "What's that poppet?"

   "I won't spit up.  I promise." came the words from the little girl who
now knew her place in life.

   Donna beamed down at her darling little girl who had now gained
confidence in her ability to hold in her mothers love.  "Oh what a sweet
girl you are!" Donna replied as she leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss
on her forehead.  "You sleep now and let all of mummy's love keep you warm
inside."

   Slipping into bed with her daughter she cuddled her and smiled, gently
rubbing her swollen stomach until they both fell to sleep.

   = = = =

   The following Wednesday, as they lay ready to sleep, Donna spoke. 
"Darling, I'd like to us to talk." She said in a serious tone.

   "Alright mummy." She said sitting up on the thick pillow.

   Donna bit her lip, uncertain of how to put into words the proposition
she'd been thinking about.  "I love you more than anyone else in the whole
of the world and I always shall."

   Brittany leant over and kissed her bare shoulder.  "I love you too
mummy."

   "When we make love it's very special.  Nothing can change that.  Even
when Susan & I do it we love it, but it isn't the same, it never will be
with anyone else as it is with you." She paused.

   Brittany nodded on cue.

   "But Susan is lonely.  She doesn't have a beautiful potty girl like I
do." Donna decided to just come right out with it.  "What I'd like you to
consider is going to bed with Susan.  I know she wants to be with you."

   Brittney felt excitement and trepidation at the same time.  She'd seen
Susan on the telly and thought she was pretty.  "Would I have to do
everything with her?" she asked with emphasis on 'everything', clearly
referring to her use as a full service toilet.

   "Yes darling, she would really like to do that if you wouldn't mind.  Of
course Susan has said that she'd be willing to buy you that car you've been
after me to buy if you did." Brittney was after one of those
small-motorized cars that the kids can drive around.  It's not that it cost
too much money, she just thought they would make too much of a racket. 
However, it did make for an attractive bargaining chip.

   Brittney's eyes opened wide, "Really?!"

   "Yes really.  But you would have to be a REALLY good girl for Susan, and
let her use your mouth for a complete potty."

   "OK!" Brittney blurted out, seemingly not too concerned with the 'price'
of this new toy.

   Donna smiled, although it was a two-sided smile.  On the one hand, she
was smiling at the excited reaction of her daughter, on the other she was
smiling at the thought of what she had just committed herself to. 
'Perfect' she thought to herself.  She took Brittany in her arms and hugged
her.  "Thank you my darling.  Thank you, I love you so very much.  I'm so
lucky to have such a wonderful daughter."

   Brittany reached over and pulled Donna's nightie aside to look at her
breasts, then bent down to plant a wet kiss on each one.

   The nipples rose in anticipation and Donna, never one to miss a cue,
stripped naked.

   "Oh mummy I'm tired." She complained.

   "It's okay darling.  Just a quickie, I promise.  Really."

   "Ok." Brittney sighed in resignation as her mother climbed aboard her
face.

   Despite the promise of a 'quickie', the bedsprings sang for quite some
time.  Each time Donna took a break and her daughter thought she would be
able to sleep; she climbed back aboard that beautiful mouth.  For her the
mouth of her daughter was like a wonderful drug.  Just when she thought she
had gotten her 'fix', the craving would come storming back.

   As the minutes turned to hours, Brittney gave in to her mother, knowing
that she would get no sleep until she had satisfied her completely.  For
her, there was no such thing as a 'quickie' with her mother.

   After a trip to the washroom to get a glass of water, Donna came back to
bed.  She had become so parched from all her orgasms that she had to stop
and drink.  By the time she returned, her poor daughter had fallen fast
asleep.  'No matter' she said to herself as she climbed above her
daughter's face one last time, waking her daughter with her insatiable
demand to be sucked.

   Again the bedsprings began to creak, singing their song of love.

   CHAPTER 14

   The party was thrown to celebrate Donna's new contract with Channel 15
and was held in the garden of her home with a few friends.  Some were
colleagues from the television station, while the rest consisted of friends
and neighbours such as the Stone's.  The last rays of sunlight from a warm
August afternoon filtered through the beeches spreading shadows over the
terraces and the long sweeping lawns.  Caterers were hired, and they
mingled discreetly with the guests offering trays of carefully prepared
food, while others topped up champagne glasses.  The new contract offered
Donna another three years with Channel 15; and meant an increase in income
of twenty-five percent, enough to make her a wealthy woman.

   Donna was in animated conversation with the Stones, Amanda's Parents,
who now counted themselves as friends when she heard a particularly loud
burst of laughter coming from the poolside.  She looked over and saw her
friend Susan surrounded by a group of appreciative men and their watchful
wives holding court on the lighter moments of broadcasting.  The blonde
woman looked stunning; her lightly tanned skin complimented a black low cut
top, while a slim split skirt of the same colour, with the hem ending just
above her knees completed the amazing effect.  Everything was going well
thought Donna, the conversation was flowing like the drinks, as laughter,
punctuated by the clinking of glass, drifted up into the sultry evening
air. Tonight was important; it was much more than a few friends celebrating
in the garden.

   It was an important night for another reason.  Susan and Brittany were
to be intimate with each other for the first time, if they liked each
other. Donna had planned for them to slip away and spend the evening in
Brittany's bedroom.  Why arrange it to happen during the middle of a party?
Why not invite Susan over to the house and then go out and leave them
together?  At the core of the matter was Susan's anxiety that Brittany
might not like her; she felt it would have been awful if Brittany were left
in the house alone with her, feeling she had to go along with her wishes
when she really didn't want to.  This way she could back out by giving her
mother a discreet whisper of 'no thank you' and Donna could have led her
away.  Naturally, it would be disappointing for Susan, but for her, it was
far better than the alternative.

   "Why didn't you bring Amanda, Jean?" asked Donna turning back to the
Stones.

   "Well to tell you the truth Donna we thought it was a little late for
her.  Sally Ellison, the girl from next door offered to baby-sit, so she's
looking after her for the evening."

   She nodded at the respectfully dressed woman's words while secretly
wishing it were she who was looking after young Amanda.

   "Just a little past her bed time." intoned David Stone solicitously as
he looked up at the tall woman.  The smartly dressed, somewhat small man
regarded her with a peculiar wistfulness that one sometimes has for things
that can't be obtained.  Donna didn't like him but forced herself to smile
back sweetly.

   "Umm...  shame though.  We're having fireworks later..."

   "Mummy?"

   Donna felt a tug on her skirt and looked down to see her daughter
Brittany smiling nervously at her.  She was wearing a beautiful black
crushed velvet dress, white tights and brand new black Mary Janes.  Her
face was breathtakingly beautiful with long golden hair framing her oval
face, bright blue eyes and round rosy cheeks.  She was so proud of her
lovely daughter, the prettiest creature in the world for Donna, and the
light of her eyes.  Once again, she mentally pinched herself when she
thought of just how lucky she REALLY was.

   "You look so pretty poppet" she smiled down at her.  Brittany's eyes
darted pleadingly towards the ring of people by the pool, or to be precise
the person in the centre of the ring.  Susan.  "Okay, okay...  We'll go see
her.  Come on saucer eyes."

   She took hold of her daughter's hand while smiling back at the Stone's.
"Sorry, will you excuse us.  Brittany's been itching to see our famous
newsgirl over there." She nodded in her direction.

   "Oh, of course.  My, my you look a picture Brittany," gushed Jean. 
"You're so lucky to have such a gorgeous daughter Donna."

   She squeezed Brittany's hand and sang over her shoulders.  "I know Jean,
I know, but you're lucky too", 'very lucky', she thought to herself as her
mind raced back to the passionate kiss her and the young girl had shared.
With effort, she switched her mind back to the present and led her daughter
to the swimming pool.  Donna chuckled quietly as she saw Susan look up from
her circle of admirers and spy Brittany.  The rest of the group were
looking up at the blonde-haired woman with a look of expectation as they
waited for her to finish her sentence, but she stopped talking when she
glimpsed the approaching figures.

   Her eyes widened for a moment then her heart began beating faster as she
focused on the approaching girl; she and Donna shared the same sentiments
when it came to fresh young beauties.  Susan was struck by how delicate she
looked compared when she picked her up at school.  She looked so young; far
too young to be getting up to the kind of things her and her mother were
doing.  With a start, she realized her mouth was wide open, but luckily the
rest of the group hadn't noticed, they were also watching the approaching
couple.

   "Hi Donna.  My, what a lovely girl you have." One dark haired woman
called out.  There was a murmur of agreement and Donna smiled at their
adoration, especially from the women, as snatches of: "Oh isn't she
gorgeous." "Isn't she lucky..." In addition "Oh my, what an angel" came
drifting over to her.

   "Yes isn't she." Susan added under her breath, then 'Please let her want
me' she added in her thoughts.

   Luckily, the feeling was mutual.  Nobody else existed for Brittany
except the elegant blonde woman, who, thought Brittany, had to be the most
stunning woman she'd ever seen.  Even more so than her mother, she thought
looking up guiltily.  While Brittany had met Susan once before when she
picked her up from school, it was different then.  She was dressed very
casually and didn't look at all like she did now.  All Susan did was put
her in front of the telly until it was time to go home.  Brittany found it
amazing how a person could look so different, so beautiful.

   It seemed that Donna might have been reading her mind as she whispered
into her ear.  "Yes she is lovely, isn't she?"

   Embarrassed at her mother's powers of intuition she could only blush
furiously and nod.

   "I take it the answer is yes then, you want to go with her?"

   "Yes mummy." She said quietly without taking her eyes off Susan.

   Donna murmured a quick "Very well" before standing up straight again and
walking the last few steps to the poolside.

   "Hi everyone.  Hope you're enjoying the party.  Are the drinks coming
round enough?" She turned round and snapped her fingers at one of the
waitresses.  "Hey Miss, this Ladies glass is empty.  Are you trying to kill
my guests with thirst?"

   The flustered girl hurried over, she must have been about eighteen.  The
apology written across her pretty face made Donna regret her brusqueness
towards her.  "Sorry honey, it's not your fault." She said gently "When you
go back, can you tell the supervisor to see me please, I'd like a word with
her."

   "Yes Ma'am." She replied before going over to the fill the woman's empty
glass.

   "Sorry about that." She sighed.  Then changing the tone she turned to a
tall man with a cigar in his mouth.  "Lenny dear, how's that new project of
yours coming along?"

   "Oh well, strange you should ask that Donna, I was just...." The
conversation quickly resumed and soon the night was full of the sound of
laughter and conversation.  They were especially appreciative when Donna
praised her daughter's prowess at school; Brittany even managed a smile,
which brought smiles that are even more wistful and sighs from some of the
party.  Soon the tall man asked Donna a question about some celebrity or
other and the attention switched away from Brittany who quickly turned away
to search for Susan.  She didn't have far to look; the woman's eyes were
looking straight into hers.

   "Hello Brittany."

   "Oh hi." She jumped.

   "The others aren't taking any notice of us now.  Let slip away and have
a little talk, I'm sure we won't be missed."

   In fact she was right, Donna had skilfully steered the conversation onto
further interesting topics, giving her friend and her daughter the
opportunity they were waiting for.

   "Let's try the gazebo, that should be quiet." Susan said quietly.

   The gazebo was an old building set aside from the main part of the
garden, and was almost hidden in the dark shadows that spread out from the
ancient oak tree.  They went in and sat down on a comfortably padded sofa
with a view across the rest of the lawns, it reminded Susan of an old
English novel.

   "Here we are, nice and private Brittany.  Your Mum told me about this
place."

   "Yes, no one knows it's here."

   They both beamed at each other, their smiles lighting each other's faces
in the evening light.  They were silent for a moment, the sounds from the
pool drifting towards them as they listened to the other guests having a
good time.

   "You're very pretty Brittany.  I thought you were when I first met you,
but now that I see like this I think you're the most beautiful creature
that I've ever seen."

   Brittany didn't know how to answer that; her young mind was in a place
beyond what she could be expected to comprehend.  She was lost for words in
the presence of the glamorous woman and could only look up at her with
something approaching awe.  Susan was pleased at the effect she was having,
she'd been worried she might not like her, but looking into her sweet
bashful eyes, she knew she needn't have worried.  Her confidence growing by
the second she pressed forward her advantage.

   "You know why your Mum arranged this don't you Brittany?"

   "Mmm." she nodded.

   "She wanted us to see if we liked each other."

   Brittany nodded again.

   "Do you like me?"

   "Yes." She replied shyly, turning away from the woman's glinting eyes.

   Susan tossed her head back causing a shock of black hair to splash
across her bare shoulders.  Most men would have given their hind teeth to
be in the same position, with arguably the most glamorous women on
television; they wouldn't have believed she was using her charms to impress
a five-year-old girl.  "Do you think I'm pretty?" She pressed further.

   "Ohh yes, very pretty." Brittney said as she turned her head to face
her. "Mummy said that we...  that you want me to..." He voice trailed off
not knowing how to continue.

   Susan felt a shiver of pure lust sweep through every pore of her body as
she realized her hopes were going to come true.  She'd been attracted to
girls ever since she could remember; it was something only her best friend
Donna knew about.  Now to be on the threshold of fulfilling the fantasy of
a lifetime with such a beautiful young creature was almost too good to be
true.

   "I'd like us to be friends Brittany.  Like you and your mummy, but a bit
different of course.  You only have one mummy, but I could be your special
girlfriend.  If you think I'm pretty, perhaps you'd like to love me the way
only a very special girlfriend can?" she whispered seductively.  Donna had
prompted her about using the word 'love' to help win her over, and it
seemed to be working.

   Brittany nodded shyly and answered in a hushed voice.  "OK."

   Susan reached out and gently traced her finger over Brittney's lips,
feeling their warmth as she traced their gentle contours.  She suddenly
lifted the girl's chin up with her hand so she could stare into her eyes.
"You have such a lovely mouth Brittany.  So beautiful...  so tempting... 
so delicious." She whispered slowly.  "Can I have it?  Can I claim it for
tonight my darling?  Will you use it to make me happy?"

   Brittany gave a small nod as she blushed.

   "Thank you darling, come here and kiss me, it's a long walk to the house
I may need this to keep me going." She winked.

   It wasn't really, but Susan fancied a bit of smoochy 'snogging' with the
girl and it felt romantic in the secluded summerhouse.  Besides, it would
give her an appetite, not that she really needed it, for the rest of the
evening's exploits.  Just the slightest of shuffles to bring them closer,
knee-to-knee, a bit more rearranging to bring their faces together, then
she was finally in her arms sharing a passionate open-mouthed kiss.  Susan
sighed as she reamed the girl's mouth; she tasted of soft peaches, of sweet
summer fruit, of strawberries and cream of...of...  Oh god, just a sweet
sexy girl.  Dropping her hand to Brittney's knee, she caressed her leg
through the tights as she moved her hand up higher.  Lips melted into one
to the accompaniment of soft sighs, their faces turned this way and that as
though seeking purchase upon the other.  They shared a sensual French kiss
that lasted until both ran out of breath and had to come up for air.  Susan
had never felt as alive as she did then, the night was beautiful, the wine
felt good and the kid was perfect.

   "Shall we go darling?  I want this more than you'll ever know."

   Brittany nodded.

   "Marvellous." She cooed.  Walking quietly from the gazebo hand-in-hand,
and glancing round for any signs of unwanted company, they kept to the
shadowy parts of the garden until they finally reached the house.  Susan
bit her lip with annoyance as she realized there were already people
within, but felt reassured when Brittany led her to a back door that went
in through the kitchen.  It allowed them to slip in unnoticed, bypassing
the hallway and led them up a flight of stairs formerly used by live-in
servants during the earlier half of the last century.  The steps were
wooden and creaked as they made their way up, but luckily nobody noticed
now that the music was playing.

   Brittany led the way across the landing, past her mother's bedroom and
into hers, finally closing the door tightly behind them, they were alone at
last.

   "Have you a lock?" asked Susan as she ran her hands up the inside of the
door, searching for a way to ensure they wouldn't be disturbed.

   "A key." Brittany said as she produced one from the bedside drawer.

   "Clever girl." She laughed as Brittany slipped it into the lock and gave
it a turn.  "Let's sit down!" They both took a seat on the small single bed
then Susan clasped the girl's hand and slid it over her stockings where she
slowly uncrossed her legs.  She hesitated for a moment searching the girl's
eyes, and was pleased when she saw willingness there.  With measured
deliberation, she guided Brittney's small hand between her legs to begin a
slow and sensual caress, running the palm up and down the panty covered
groove and not loosing eye contact for a moment.  "Do you like that?"

   Her voice sounded deep in the small room.  Brittany nodded, feeling
entrapped by the woman's unwavering gaze.  Suddenly lips were fastened onto
hers in a fiery open-mouthed kiss, the larger mouth swallowing her own,
devouring and consuming her as though nothing else mattered except this. 
It ended just as quickly, as Susan pulled away, their lips parting in a
loud plop.

   "Did you like that too?" She breathed.

   Brittney nodded again.

   Susan frowned as a thought occurred to her.  "Brittany, I think it might
be an idea to put some music on.  If things start taking off in here we
don't want anyone getting nosey."

   Brittany slid off the bed, then went to the door and unlocked it. 
Quickly running down the hall to her mother's room, she grabbed a CD from
the nightstand where her mother's player was, and rushed back to her room,
relocking the door.  The CD said 'Sounds of The Eighties" and Brittney put
it into her player, removing the one that she had in there already.  As she
turned the woman stripped off her top, pulling it over her head in one deft
movement and leaving only a skimpy black bra to cover her firm breasts. 
Brittany turned round and walked into her outstretched arms as Susan
gathered her into a hug.

   Gradually running her hands over the girl's white tights, Susan stroked
and caressed the smooth fabric, her fingers travelling upwards to her
crotch.  Then her hand traced the outline of the girl's puffy lips before
attempting to push inside.

   Brittany churned her hips as she felt the woman's experienced
ministrations; she luxuriated in the gentle caress, feeling her body begin
to respond as she moaned into her mouth.  She moaned, but the sound was
stifled as the woman caught her tongue and sucked it inside, moaning
steadily as her own excitement increased.

   The kiss hadn't stopped for a second as Susan gently pushed the girl
onto her back and then climbed over her.  She brought her hands up, cupped
them on either side of the young girl's wet cheeks and held her still as
she fed on her mouth.

   Brittany timidly reached up to clasp Susan's bare back, and felt the
twisting flesh of the older woman beneath her palms.  Their tongues
flickered against each other's briefly, before Susan captured Brittany's
once more and took it in her mouth to suck on.  She felt the woman's hands
leave her face and she became aware of her wriggling her lower body.

   Her hips lifted from the bed as she fumbled beneath her dress and
pulled. There was a flurry of activity and a swishing of nylons as Susan's
panties travelled down her legs and hit the bedroom floor in a black lacy
heap.  "Oh honey, you don't know how long I've waited for this." Lifting up
her skirt, she walked on her knees up Brittany's body until she was
crouching over her face.  "Look at me Brittany.  Look how wet you've made
me." With a slow wicked smile, she reached down and pulled her labia wide
apart opening her pink gash to her.

   Brittany gazed up at the lewd site, taking in the woman's glistening
flesh, her eyes widening with surprise as the woman stroked her clitoris,
running her finger down its shaft after pulling back its hood.  It was
larger than her mother's was and looked like an engorged finger, and she
could see it pulsing as blood swelled its size even more.

   Susan shifted forward further so her view was confined to her perineum
and the puckered opening of her anus.  She reached behind and pulled the
tight orifice apart, and just as she'd done with her vagina, she let the
kid see everything she had in store for her.  "I have a present in here for
you, but I'll give it to you later." Then she shifted back again.

   Brittany looked up through the thatch of pubic hair and saw the woman
staring down at her with narrow eyed lust.

   Susan gazed deeply into Brittany's eyes as her pussy hovered less than a
foot above her mouth.  "It's all for you baby." she said as she descended
onto Brittany's still open mouth, causing her to let out a slightly muffled
"Mpph!" As soon as their lips touched, Susan's mind exploded into a
thousand points of light.  Her eyes were seeing stars, literally.  She had
heard the expression 'seeing stars' before, but had never actually
experienced it.  Today would change all that.  The one thing she had longed
for so long, the one thing that money could never buy, was now buried under
her pussy between her legs.

   Once Susan had gotten over the initial shock, she blinked her eyes a few
times, shook her head, and then got down to the business of fulfilling a
lifelong dream.  With her hands buried in Brittney's luscious curls, she
started to slowly slide her cunt up and down the five-year-old face below
her.  It was almost impossible for her to make this last, and she felt like
she would not be able to fully appreciate the beautiful mouth that was
doing things to her she thought impossible.  Even when she was with Donna,
she never felt this good.  With her grip firming on the child's head, Susan
started to slowly and deliberately rut her pretty face.  Rutting is really
all it could be described as the woman was on the verge of losing control.
Up and down, side to side, in circles, she couldn't get enough of that
pretty little mouth.

   As Susan continued to use the mouth of the child below her, she couldn't
help but close her eyes.  It was just too much to bear, and she wanted to
focus on the pleasure.  Her mind started to race with thoughts for the
future.  If Donna was willing to share her precious little daughter with
her, then this meant she could experience this on a regular basis.  What
about her 'other' interests, she wondered, would she be able to fulfil
those desires on a regular basis as well?  Just thinking about using this
five-year-old girl as a toilet started something inside Susan.  She felt it
building, until finally she couldn't hold back anymore.  As the bedroom
shook with a loud bang from a firework that exploded outside, it drowned
out the pale glow from the bedside light to illuminate the sight of a woman
bucking and straining over a young girl's mouth as the sensual song on the
CD player continued to play.

   "...  A new religion that'll bring her to your knees, black velvet if
you please..."

   A moment later Brittney's head was lifted off the pillow by the woman's
cradling hands as she drew her face hard against her cunt.  She could tell
that Susan was close, since her actions weren't unlike those of her mother.
Things would become more urgent, her moans would become louder, and the
pressure on her face would increase.  All leading up to the inevitable
conclusion where she would only be along for the ride.  Indeed, this wasn't
really that much different from her mother at all, although Susan seemed
more excited this night.  One other minor difference was that Susan didn't
seem to spray her mouth like her mother did, but there were still copious
amounts of love juice for her to consume.  All of a sudden, there was
another bang from outside and then Susan let out a scream.  Fluids wept
continually into her mouth as she held on for dear life.

   After having the single biggest orgasm in her life, Susan was starting
to become dizzy.  She had to stop, or she might have toppled right off the
bed.  With careful movements, she slowly let down the head of young
Brittney onto the pillow below her, and then she carefully lifted off her
face.  Looking down she saw the cum-soaked features of the child below her,
some curls soaked with her dew.  Brushing aside some hair from the child's
face, she leaned down for another kiss.  This one was unlike her previous
kisses, which were passionate; this was more of a gentle kiss.  Once of
reverence.  One to show Brittney just how much she loved her, and that she
wanted to keep on loving her.

   Meanwhile Donna was enjoying the party.  Although she felt a tinge of
jealously at the site of Brittany and Susan slipping away together, she
soon overcame that after a few more drinks and when the firework display
started she joined in with the rest of the guests cry's of delight.  It was
easy to explain Susan's absence from the party, she told them she'd had a
phone call from her husband, and she'd had to leave at once.  The other
revellers were in no mood to query it as the drinks came round again.  As
for Brittany, well it was getting late so she'd had to go back to the
house; in fact, as she explained to her friends, she was in bed right now.
She wasn't lying of course, although she didn't add the whole truth about
what she was doing in bed and with whom.  The thought made her bite her lip
as a surge of jealousy reasserted itself.

   At one point during the party, she slipped away from her guests and
crept to the other end of the garden where she had a view of Brittany's
bedroom window.  She could see a dim glow coming from within, and knew it
came from her bedside light.  Her imagination took over as she pictured the
things her and Susan would be getting up to.  She knew however, that they
wouldn't be doing the one thing she enjoyed the most, that would wait for
when she got back, they'd arranged for Donna to join in with them after the
party was over, that was if everything had gone well with Susan and
Brittany, which it had.

   Consequently, at the same time as enjoying herself with her friends, she
was secretly wishing the party would end.  She returned to the sight of
nearly all of her colleagues from channel 15 jumping into the pool with
their clothes on and laughed as much as the others but when she was asked
to jump in with them herself she declined.  At last it ended as the
chauffeurs arrived to take them home, with some very drunk people
collapsing onto their backseats and calling out it was the best party
they'd ever been to.  She waved her goodbyes to the last of the stragglers
and then made her way to the house.  As she climbed the stairs, she hoped
the two lovers hadn't become too wrapped up with themselves; after all, she
didn't want to feel as though she was unwelcome.  She reached the landing
and stopped, suddenly feeling nervous and unsure and not knowing what to do
next even though she knew she was been foolish.

   In the meantime, Susan had been leaning over Brittany and breathily
telling her of the things she'd like to do later while dangling her breasts
against her face so she could suck on them.  She'd had an earth shattering
orgasm while sitting over her face but that had only served to increase her
appetite for more.  "Did you like what we did my pretty girl?  You're good
very with your tongue aren't you Brittany?" She breathed huskily.

   "Mmm." Came the reply as she chewed on a mouthful of breast.

   "You have such a clever mouth to make me cum like that.  Oh darling...
nothing in the whole world has turned me on as much as seeing and hearing
you drink me down as I came in that pretty little mouth of yours.  You're
such a clever, clever girl to make me spill so much of my hot juice down
your throat.  I hope you have plenty of room for more.  I hope you're going
to be nice and thirsty, hungry too, I'm saving it all up for you Brittany
darling, and I'm going to give you such a big dinner to eat."

   Susan's words formed a picture for Brittany, an image of what to expect
when they went to her Mum's bedroom and was the cause for her forced
abstention from dinner earlier that evening.  The knowledge excited her,
but was also daunting.  She was a natural submissive and adored the role
allotted to her in her relationship with her mother, that of a lover who's
sole purpose in the bedroom was to serve an older woman's whims and needs,
and as dark as those needs were she loved them; she was her mother's slave
in every respect.  Just then, she heard footsteps on the stairs.  Brittney
pulled her mouth off Susan's breast.  "Mummy, is that you?" she called out,
as she got up and ran to the door to unlock it.

   Donna realised she'd been holding her breath and let it out suddenly
before shouting back.  "Yes honey it is.  Everyone's gone home."

   "She's been asking when you were going to come for the last hour."
Shouted Susan as she too rose from the bed and moved to the now opening
door.

   "Oh has she." Donna laughed feeling much better.  "Well I'm here now
honey, just give me a minute and then you can join me in the bedroom, I'll
call for you when I'm ready, then we're really going to have some fun!"

   CHAPTER 15

   Donna headed for the bedroom with a flush warming her face aided in part
by the drinks from the party.  She felt more excited now than ever and her
doubts had been dispersed as she peeled away her clothes in record time. 
She nearly tripped as she swept her knickers down her legs and tried to
kick them off.  They became snagged on her foot and she giggled and hopped
around the room, her breasts bouncing and smacking into each other until
she managed to get the panties free.

   "What's going on in there?" Shouted Susan.

   "I'm inventing a new dance." called Donna as she stifled a laugh.  "I'm
ready." She announced as she trod naked across the landing carpet and stood
by her bedroom door.  A couple of moments later she saw a grinning Susan
and Brittany step out to meet her.  While Susan's top was open, Brittany
was still fully dressed.

   "My word I'm feeling a bit underdressed here.  Brittany honey, go get
undressed in your room and hang up your dress.  Actually, Susan, would you
be a dear and help her?  While you're doing that I'll get a few more things
ready in here."

   "Of course." answered Susan as she took the child's hand and led her
back to her bedroom.  Once there she opened the closet to find a hanger for
the dress.  "Take off your shoes dear whilst I get a hanger for your
dress."

   Brittany quickly walked to her bed to sit down, where she began to peel
the shoes from her feet.  They felt warm on the inside, since she had been
wearing them all night.  Despite her encounter, Susan was so excited that
she never bothered to undress her.  Mind you Susan didn't need to undress
her to use her mouth.  With shoes off, she stood up as she saw Susan
approaching her with a hanger.

   Tossing the hanger on the bed, Susan announced, "OK, turn around and
arms up young lady." Quickly pulling down the zip on the back, she lifted
the dress off the five-year-old and then grabbed the hanger and hung it
neatly in the closet.  Moving back to the young girl, she lifted off her
camisole and tossed it on the bed.  Leaning down she pushed Brittney back
on the bed so she could get her tights off.  When she lifted the young
girl's feet, she could see an impression of her foot on the sole of her
tights.  Much like you would see if you stepped in water and walked
barefoot on the ground.  It was so very cute how her toes formed a perfect
little line.  Pulling a foot to her face, she took a quick inhale, as
Brittney let out a series of giggles.  "Alright, that's enough now, let's
get you undressed." she announced as she briskly pulled her tights and
panties off in one swift motion, leaving them too in a heap on her bed. 
With the young girl naked, Susan made quick work of shucking her clothes.
Since the top of her dress was already open, she only needed to push it off
her body, along with her already opened bra, and she was naked within
seconds.

   Brittney sat and stared in awe of the beautiful woman in front of her.
While she thought her mother was pretty, Susan's body had a certain quality
that she couldn't help but feel drawn too.  She was shaken out of her
reverie when she felt Susan take her hand and pull her towards the master
bedroom.

   "Enjoyed your drinks?" Susan called out as they came down the hall.

   "Uh huh.  Enjoyed my daughter?" countered Donna with a twinkle as she
met them at the door.

   "Oh yes."

   "I see...  How have you been sweetie?" Donna asked looked down at
Brittany.

   "Oooh lovely." Cooed the girl, wrapping her arms around Susan's waist.

   "Umm I see Madam; you sound like the cat that's had the cream."

   "She has" winked Susan suggestively "Lots."

   Donna raised an eyebrow at that and held out her hand for Brittany who
took it.  Hand in hand, the trio walked through into Donna's bedroom with
Brittany in the middle.  The room was dominated by a large double bed with
crisp white sheets folded back in seductive invitation.  A soft glow lit
the tasteful décor and wall lights shed a mellow light over the plush
furnishings and thick sweeping drapes.  The two women seated themselves on
the edge of the mattress with the girl sitting between them.  "So you had a
good time did you Brittany?" asked Donna airily, running her hands over the
girl's breasts and pinching her nipples.  "Well...I think it's time for you
to show me how much you still love me, after all Susan is very beautiful,
and I don't suppose I'd blame you for wanting her more than me, after
all..."

   "Oh you know I love you mummy!" burst Brittany.

   "I'm feeling seriously deprived tonight and I need reassuring, I need a
good servicing dear and I'd like you to get on your knees and provide it."

   Susan couldn't help smiling to herself as she watched the by-play
between mother and daughter, she thought Donna aught to get an Oscar for
playing the part of the unloved mother so well.  She caught Donna's eye as
Brittany crawled onto her knees, to which she smiled back knowingly and
stuck her tongue out as she read her thoughts.  Susan pulled a face back in
return and whispered, "ham", which Donna ignored and continued.

   "Are you sure you want to do this honey?" she sniffed, "I mean I
wouldn't want you to think I was forcing you or anything."

   Her actions gave the lie to her words as she opened her legs wide and
hauled the girl's face in-between.  Brittany licked between them, sending
her tongue along the pink groove with her mothers curly hairs tickling her
chin.  She felt a pressure on the back of her head and in response to the
unspoken demand stiffened her tongue and pressed deeper into the soaking
cunt.  She was fast becoming an expert, and had been well schooled in the
arts of oral sex.  Pulling back the hood that guarded the clitoris she
skilfully flicked and teased it with the tip of her tongue, then over the
next few minutes flicked at it from side to side and from top to bottom as
the sounds of laboured breathing changed to frenzied gasps from the woman
above her.

   Susan moved to the bed, and sitting down, lay back and rested on her
elbows as she watched and listened to the sounds of lovemaking.  Finally,
they both joined her on the bed where they could be more comfortable.  Over
the next half hour, she saw Brittany bring her mother to orgasm twice, her
heart racing as Donna rode out waves of surging ecstasy like a surfer
riding the tips.  During this time Susan and Donna were exploring each
other's mouths as the young girl made her mother feel so very loved.

   Finally, Donna laid back spent for the time being as Susan took her
place to have Brittany crawl between her legs and eat her out too.  This
time it was hard work, her tongue and jaw ached from the constant licking
she'd been giving most of the evening.  Unfortunately, she had no choice
but to carry on working as there was no sign of the horny woman releasing
her grip.  Her thighs gripped the side of her face as she squeezed them
shut and thrust her pelvis of the bed while her cries became even more
desperate as she groaned sobbed and whimpered her way towards an orgasm. 
"Yes!  Keep at it!  Oh god...  Nggh...  Oh Ohhh!  Suck me Brittany!  Come
on!  Come on!" She demanded.

   She looked down at the vision of the girl; she was such a tiny little
with her long golden hair falling over her shoulders.  The top of her
constantly bobbing head was the only part of her visible from where a
forest of curling pubic hair hid her face.  She used her lips like a vice
to hold the large clitoris still, and then she alternatively sucked and
flicked it with the pointed tip of her tongue.  The effect of the sudden
change of tactics was devastating; Susan went crazy; she screamed and
crossed her legs over the girls back, while her hands nearly pulled out the
poor girl's hair.  "Ohhh!  Ohhh!  Brittany!  Brittany!  Brittany!  How do
you...  Fuck yesss!!!  Drink me!  I'm creaming your mouth.  Drink
everything...  now!  Now!  Drink my cum!  Ohhh..."

   Susan thrashed and wriggled like a stranded eel as she slammed her hips
back and forth, spewing out her orgasm into Brittany's throat.  After what
seemed an eternity to the girl she let out a loud sigh as the spasms calmed
down, and then sank back onto the mattress drained and replete soon to be
joined by Brittany who fell back gasping for breath after her exertions
between her thighs.  A sheen of perspiration covered Susan's elegant body,
her shiny blonde hair lay damp across her shoulders as her breasts rose and
fell in time to her laboured breathing.  "Wow!  That was the best.  Phew!"
she gasped blowing a gust of air from between her lips and sending her
fringe blowing in the wind.

   Donna felt sudden warmth towards her friend.  After all the years she'd
known Susan she'd harboured secret desires for young children, she felt so
happy that she'd been able to make her friend's dreams come true.  She felt
nothing but affection for her, maybe even love; it just felt so right to be
sharing this with her.  She reached over, giving her hand a gentle squeeze
as she smiled into her eyes to have it returned with a look of sheer bliss.
Brittany read the tenderness in their faces and felt contented as she lay
between them and turned and kissed one of her pale pear shaped breasts.

   "I've wanted this for as long as I can care to remember." Susan sighed,
guiding Brittany's mouth to her nipple.  "It's difficult enough keeping me
and your mother's wonderful games a secret, but if anyone got to find out
about all of this..." She gestured to the two of them.

   "It's okay they won't" Donna reassured her.  "We're all very careful
aren't we Brittany?  It's okay, don't pull your head back to answer me,
just keep sucking on Susan.  Yes like that..." Mouthfuls of soft pliant
flesh filled her mouth as she went from one breast to another and one woman
to another, sucking and munching on the sloping curves and hard pink
nipples as they spoke of their feelings for each other and for her.  Then
they were silent for a while and the only sound in the room was the sound
of Brittany's gentle suckling.

   "It's time to be wicked." Said Donna suddenly.  "It's time for Mum to be
Miss Bossy Boots."

   Brittany continued lapping at her mother's flesh.

   "But you like that...don't you?"

   Still Brittany didn't answer.

   "DON'T YOU?" She insisted pulling Brittany's mouth from her glistening
mammary with a plop.

   "Mmm."

   "What do you say to us getting nasty and dirty with you?"

   Brittany considered the question for a moment.  "I think you should give
me more toys."

   Donna's face froze for a moment, totally taken by surprise by the girl's
canny answer and then she burst out laughing with Susan joining in.  For a
while both women were helpless with laughter as Brittany looked from one to
another of them, secretly pleased that she'd been able to say something so
funny.

   "She's inherited her mother's business acumen." Laughed Susan.  "Maybe
she has a case, even though it might seem like cupboard love."

   "Hmm," mused Donna "Well it it's cupboard love then...  here Brittany."

   Donna lay back on the bed and brought her knees back over her shoulder
to have her rounded arse pointing up at the ceiling.

   "You can put your mouth over this cupboard and see what comes out!" It
was obvious to Susan that this wasn't the first time mother and daughter
had performed this particular manoeuvre as Brittany moved over to kneel
before her and press her lips against her wrinkled rosebud to form a tight
seal.

   Phhttttt!!!

   "Yeah take it lover," sighed Donna as she let loose a loud fart that
blew her cheeks out.

   Phhhtttttt!!!  "Swallow it"

   Phhhtttttttttttt "Drink my farts you little slut!"

   Phhhhhhhhhtttttttt "And again, take it down, you're gonna get the real
thing soon.  You're gonna eat shit till it comes out of your ears"

   Brittany moaned between her mother's cheeks as another blast, this one
loose and smelly, splattered down her throat.  Susan stood up from the bed
with her hand plunging between her thighs as though a surge of electric had
just hit her.

   "Donna honey...  I'm ready to go...  you know...  can I do it now?  I
don't know how much longer I can hold it."

   "You're the guest here," smiled Donna, "of course." Then she turned to
Brittany.  "Go bring your panties and ribbons love, let's make you look
nice and pretty for you to say hello to Susan's bottom."

   "What ribbons?" asked Susan raising her eyebrow.

   "You'll see; my daughter's going to look like a wet dream in a second."

   "Here you are Mum." Quipped Brittany, as she handed her mother two shiny
pink ribbons as she pulled on a pair of panties."

   "That won't be difficult darling with your young looks." She laughed,
tossing her head back so that her long dark hair fell over her shoulders.
"You're going to look stunning darling."

   "Mummy?" Brittney said with anxiety.

   Donna's face showed concern as she responded, "Yes dear?"

   "I've never had anyone else do a poo in my mouth." Donna knelt down next
to her and draped her arms over her slim shoulders as she kissed her on the
lips.

   "Just do your best darling.  It's Susan's first time too, so you're both
bound to be a little nervous with each other.  Just open your mouth and eat
whatever comes out of her bottom.  It will just be Susan tonight.  I would
never want to break my beautiful little toilet now would I?  Like I said,
just do you're very best and eat it all.  Now just hold still a moment
while I tie this...  that's it now the other one...  Marvellous!  Show
Susan how pretty you look." Susan whistled at the effect Donna had created;
Brittany's golden hair was tied into two pigtails, each one tied with the
bright pink ribbons to match her pink panties, but more importantly the
effect served to make her look even younger.

   "Oh baby, you're just too much.  My my, what a pretty little girl you
are."

   "Well honey, it's finally going to happen for you." Donna smiled "After
all the years you've fantasised about having a girl as your toilet, you're
about to do it for real, it's quite a moment."

   "I know darling, thank you." She gushed.

   Brittany strode over to the black rubber mat, and then laid it on as
she'd done so many times before.

   "I'm afraid I don't have much pee for you darling, I wasn't thinking and
I went to the loo just before you and your mother came to greet me."

   "That's OK." Brittany replied, knowing how full she would be at the end
anyway.

   Moving to stand over the five-year-old, Susan slowly sank down to her
knees, and then reached down with one hand to lift up the young girl's
head. "You'll have to help me dear; I've never done this before.  Once I
start you make sure to get it all OK?"

   Brittany nodded.

   It took some concentration, but soon a trickle of urine could be seen
leaking from Susan's cunt.

   Just as the stream began to flow, Brittany moved her head in to seal her
lips around the piss hole so she wouldn't get drenched.

   While Brittany drank Donna's piss every day, this was the first time
she'd seen it from the point of view of a bystander.  She found the site of
the stunning blonde crouching over her daughter's face and spraying a
torrent of pee into her mouth too erotic for words.  The girl's noisy
gulping rang around the bedroom as her throat struggled to take it all
down, with some of the piss trickling from her mouth as it overwhelmed her.
Susan hadn't yet mastered titrating the flow of her urine to match the
ability of the five-year-old below her to swallow it, but she would in
time. She would make sure to give her lots of opportunities to practice.

   The overflow actually suited Brittney just fine, since the more that
overflowed her mouth, meant less for her to swallow.  Gradually the flow
died down and then it became a steady trickle.  Brittany eyes searched
Susan's in a silent plea, but she hadn't finished yet.  As the flow
diminished, she stayed on the girl's mouth making sure she didn't waste a
drop.  With her first wish complete, it was time to fulfil her ultimate
life-long dream.  "Are you ready to be my potty Brittany?"

   The young girl nodded meekly.  "Should I stay on my back?" She asked.

   "No angel, just kneel down behind me" She answered, her hands stroking
her middle as she felt the need to relieve herself.

   Brittany did as she was told and knelt down on the mat following Susan
with expectant eyes as she walked over and stood with her back to her.  The
woman's pale domes captured her gaze as she bent at the knees adopting a
posture that spoke clearly of her intentions.  She pushed her buttocks to
within an inch of her face and then reached behind to divide the two round
moons.

   "Open your mouth sweetie, I thought this was going to be difficult but
it isn't, it's on the move already.  Put your mouth against my dirty hole
and make a seal so the shit goes straight between your lips."

   Brittany made a noise in her throat, which could have been nerves. 
Despite her attempts to appear normal, she was still worried about eating
from someone else.  She whimpered as she pressed her face in-between the
dark cleft and covered the brown wrinkled anus with her mouth.  No sooner
had she done so than a loud fart filled her, and a huge sausage of shit
slid passed the pulsing ring and pushed itself between her lips like a flow
of molten lava.  She felt the soft black lump filling her mouth, forcing
her cheeks out until they hurt.

   "No more Susan!" Donna called out urgently.

   Susan's ring 'bit' the clod off, leaving the girl with a packed mouth
and a bitter task ahead of her as she sat back on her heels.  It tasted of
what her mother would call 'nasty delicious', foul and bitter to the
extreme of her senses, that and the knowledge of who it was coming from. 
To be used so wantonly by a beautiful woman as she performed the basest act
of nature, listening to her grunting and straining into your mouth, was
just beyond belief.

   Spinning around, Susan turned to look at the child who now had a
mouthful of her shit.  Her eyes were wide with wonder as she knelt down
with her face on a level with Brittany's.  "Hold it just there darling. 
Just savour its flavour for a minute." Susan's hand travelled down to her
sopping pussy and she watched the five-year-old girl struggle as her
stomach heaved viciously knowing what was about to come.  She couldn't help
but be fascinated that the young girl could even attempt to do such a
thing. How Donna was able to train her like this was nothing short of a
miracle.  "Now chew for me darling...  Yes that's it...  now munch on it
and let it break in your mouth.  Show me how much you love me."

   She did as she was told, no easy task when your mouth is full.  The
taste exploded like an atom bomb releasing flavours so nauseating they can
only be imagined at as the clods began to break off into chewable lumps. 
Her stomach heaved violently as it always did, vainly attempting to reject
the meal that would be forced upon it.  The first swallow was always the
hardest.  Getting past the mental block and forcing the body to swallow
what it wanted to reject never came easy.  Once that first swallow was
complete, the next one became a bit easier, as did the next.  In this case,
Susan had put more shit in her mouth than her mother ever did, and she had
trouble getting started since if she tried to chew it forced the foul meal
out of her mouth.  She managed though, by using her tongue to start pulling
small bits back to be swallowed.  Once she had taken enough into her
stomach, she was able to keep her mouth closed as she chewed.

   "Oh Brittany, I love to see you eating my shit." Susan gasped in a
strangled voice.  "How I've wanted to have a girl do this for me...  For so
many years, I've dreamt of this." Overcome with emotion, Susan was actually
crying at the sight before her.  It was such a dream come true she couldn't
help but be overjoyed at the efforts of the five-year-old girl in front of
her.  "That's good...  Ohhh yes, swallow it...  take it down, take it down
darling, right into your belly." she said as she reached out and gently
caressed the side of the young girl's face and looked deeply into her eyes.
She watched as little by little as Brittney chewed and swallowed the
disgusting mass in her mouth, until it was empty and she was gasping for
breath.

   "Give her some more Sue love, but take it slow this time.  Nice small
bites.  Enjoy watching her eat each bit.  Tease her with a little bit at a
time.  Make her learn to love your shit.  I know she loves it, she eats
mine often enough, the beautiful little slut girl.  But take your time and
enjoy it, this is your dream remember?" So she babbled; her vision of
Brittany's mouth being filled with another woman's shit made her voice
almost incoherent with lust as she gabbled out her urgings.

   Brittany looked up with open-mouthed shock, bewitched once more by a
backside being jostled into her face as her mother's hand on the back of
her head pushed her face forward.  She felt the brown rosebud tremble
against her lips and then part to emit a soft fart that whistled down her
throat to be suddenly followed by another small loaf.  It stank and it
tasted foul, but by now, Brittany was a shit slave.  Before then she was
only her mother's toilet, but after today any female who cared to claim her
mouth would have it, and as she chewed and swallowed mouthfuls of steaming
shit she realized she'd never be able to escape it.  She whimpered as she
ate; listening to the sound of Susan's moans of ecstasy and seeing her
narrowed eye's staring back at her as she chewed.

   "Oh my darling...  Yes, I have more...  don't you stop eating, don't you
dare stop!" she gasped.  She repeated her earlier stance and cast a glance
over her shoulder but frowned in annoyance when a lock of stray black hair
fell in front of her eye.  She swept it aside to clear her view and at the
same time thrust a face full of bare arse flesh against her mouth.  The act
seemed lewd and calculating, especially as she knew the state she was in
back there.  Four more small stools were expelled form her arse and each
time Brittany's jaws ground themselves together to break them down, chewing
and swallowing, she didn't waste a bite; she ate the whole lot. 
Everything.

   A huge grin split Susan's face as she watched Brittany clean out the
last morsel of shit from her dripping arsehole.  "Wow!  You've emptied me.
I can't believe it darling; you've eaten the lot.  Wow!" She whooped.

   From behind her Donna smiled and playfully ruffled her daughter's hair
as she stooped down to congratulate her.  "You clever girl!  You never
cease to amaze me.  I'm so proud of you love.  How I would love to give you
my shit as well, but I know how full you are right now, and I would never
want to hurt my darling little toilet, you know that right?" After a pause
she continued, "Now be a good girl and lick Susan clean."

   Brittany was starting to feel what she felt every time her mother took a
dump in her mouth.  The waves of nausea started to roll her, and her eyes
started to look lost.  However, she complied with her mother's request and
cleaned the rosebud that was still in front of her.

   Seeing that Brittany had done a decent job cleaning Susan's ass, she
said, "Up you go!  Time to get you into bed so you can digest your meal in
peace."

   "What?!" Susan asked incredulously, unsure if she heard correctly.  "You
mean she doesn't spit it back up?"

   "Of course not, she loves her mummy, don't you sweetheart?"

   Brittany nodded meekly.

   "Besides, I give her an adult Gravol suppository, which takes away her
urge, and makes her sleep.  By the time she wakes up her tummy is empty."

   Susan doubled over on the floor in a spontaneous orgasm, letting out a
painful cry.  Not only had she fulfilled her ultimate dream, now Donna told
her that the darling child actually digested her stinking crap.  Her body
continued to involuntarily twitch as it all sunk in and she came down from
her high.

   "Are you OK there dear?" Donna asked with some concern.

   "Yes, I'm...  Oh my.  Donna I don't know what to say.  I just don't know
what to say.  How does she ever manage?"

   "In the beginning I had to make sure she wouldn't spit up by sitting on
her face until she fell asleep, but she's used to it now.  So long as I get
the Gravol in her right away she seems to be OK."

   "How often...  you know, how often does she do it?"

   "Once a week right now, I hope to try for twice a week in the summer. 
While doing it daily does have it's appeal, it's far more erotic to me to
know that she actually digests it, rather than to just brown her mouth and
have her spit it back up right after.  Not to mention I would think the
stomach acid coming back up could do her harm as well."

   "Donna, I don't say this very often, especially to you, but you
surprised me tonight.  You surprised me, and that my dear is a magnificent
thing."

   Reaching out her hand, Donna helped her friend up off the floor as they
left the little girl to soak in Susan's love.

   CHAPTER 16

   Donna looked down at the sleeping girl beside her in the large
comfortable bed they shared.  Long strands of sweetly scented hair kissed
her cheeks and spread out across the pillow as she enjoyed a happy dream,
the shadow of a smile playing across her lips the only clue.  Her mother
yawned and looked over at the clock.  It read seven thirty of the last
morning they would spend together for two whole weeks.  After the party,
and her time with Brittney, Donna had asked Susan to take Brittney with her
for two weeks while Susan went to France.  She was going to be taking care
of Amanda for two weeks while their parents were away on holiday, and while
it would have been no imposition to have both children in the house, she
wanted some time with Amanda alone.  Besides, given how Susan felt, Donna
felt that she would enjoy exploring her passions further.

   Donna not only loved her daughter, she was in love with her.  A subtle
difference in a sentence, which made a world of difference to the kind of
relationship they had together.  They had been lovers for the last three
months, a fact shared by only one other person, Donna's best friend Susan.
It was Susan who had joined them for a memorable 'ménage à trois', which
had lasted throughout the night.  In five hours, she would be here again,
but not to stay this time.  No, she would be taking Brittany away from her.
Two weeks!!!...  How on earth could she survive, what an awful prospect to
be away from her darling little girl for so long.  She sighed and stroked
the child's ears with gentle fingers.  It would do no good at all feeling
sorry for herself.

   "Mummy, are you awake?" The first rays of early morning light were
beginning to filter through the blinds casting a sea of faint tiger stripes
over the two lovers.  Donna lay on her side facing her daughter as her
eyelids flickered open and cast a bleary glance over the bedroom.  It
looked so romantic with its delicate shades of pink, its pastel walls and
sweeping silk curtains now tied back by Brittany to let in the morning.

   "Mmm...  yes I must have closed my eyes again.  How are you?  Did you
sleep well?"

   "Yes...  not bad.  Is it a long way to France?" She chirped.

   Donna gave an inward smile.  Brittany was referring to her stay with the
enigmatic Ellen.  Susan would have been delighted to have Brittany for the
entire two weeks, but unfortunately, she'd landed a special assignment that
would cut into the time she could spend with the precious girl.  However,
all wasn't lost, as Susan had offered to take Brittany to a friend of hers.
Ellen, her friend, was an English woman; a painter who'd been living in the
South of France for the last three years since the divorce of her husband,
and Susan thought she and Brittany might become friends.  Donna bent down
to give her little lover a chaste kiss on the cheek before she answered her
question.

   "Not that far love."

   "Will we be going in Susan's car?"

   "Yes dear.  Susan's taking you there."

   "If she drives very fast will we get there quicker?"

   "I hope she doesn't drive fast darling, and I'm sure she won't.  I want
you to get there safely and in one piece rather than go to quickly and have
a crash."

   "If it isn't very far, why will it take two days?"

   "Because you're going to be staying the night in a motel with her. 
Isn't that what you want?  You keep telling me how much you like Susan."

   "I do like her Mummy; she's a pretty lady but not as pretty as you."
Brittany's hands now rested on her mother's breasts while her fingers
absentmindedly stroked the hardening nipples.  Donna sighed luxuriously;
aroused at the contact she flexed like a cat and thrust her breasts upwards
for continued attention before leaning forward and kissing her wetly on the
lips "Oh my darling."

   "Mummy?"

   "Yes honey."

   "When we go to France, how will I know what they're saying?"

   "They won't all just speak French, some of them speak English as well...
and besides Ellen understands and speaks French, so she can tell you what
they're saying."

   "Will Ellen like me?"

   "Ellen will have to like you.  How couldn't she?  You're the prettiest,
most scrumptious little girl in the whole world."

   Brittany giggled.  "Am I really?"

   "Of course it's true.  If Mummy says it's true it has to be, you're
absolutely delicious, and that's official!"

   "Will she be my friend like Susan is?"

   There was a pregnant pause as Donna decided how to answer this loaded
question.  "Hmm.  you mean just like Susan is?  I don't know Brittany, I
really don't.  Ellen is Susan's friend, but even Susan doesn't know her
that well.  She's a very mysterious woman our Ellen, so who knows?  She
once had a younger girlfriend for a while, but she wasn't as young as you,
that was over two years ago, just after her husband left."

   A waft of cool air swept past Brittany's face as the white linen bed
sheets were thrown back and Donna clambered up the bed to swing her knees
on either side of her daughter's head.  Brittany let out a quiet sigh as
she felt the soft kiss of her mother's thighs against her cheeks and the
downy fuzz of her pubes nestling against her chin.  "Here, let's do it
properly," mumbled Donna tetchily as she climbed back over the bed.  "We
need my pillow for this; yours doesn't raise your head up enough for me to
feel I'm connecting..."

   One hand lifted up her head while the other slid the pillow beneath it
to raise her up.  Then the slightest of shuffles and a shifting of weight
was enough to bring her eager vagina within kissing distance of Brittany's
lips, except she didn't.  Not yet anyway - she paused to look instead.  To
memorise every glistening fold and the way her mother's fingers pulled back
the hood to reveal the hard finger of flesh which even now stood to
attention.

   "Darling..." she said with a hint of impatience in her voice, "you like
looking huh?  Pretty little pussy isn't it?  Yesss...  You know it is,
don't you?  It's the cutest pussy cunt in the entire world and it's all for
you...  all for you, honey pie.  Don't you just love it?  You're in love
with mummy's pretty puss aren't you?

   "Yes." Brittney quietly replied.

   "AREN'T YOU?"

   "Yes." she replied in a louder voice.

   "Yes what?"

   "Yes Mummy."

   "Say you want to suck my cunt.  Tell Mummy you want to suck her cunt. 
Say 'Mummy I want to love your pussy.' Say that to me Brittany!"

   "Mummy...." She whispered.

   "Louder darling, louder!"

   "Mummy I want to love to your pussy!"

   "Very good...  I'm very glad you want to drink it all up, 'cause here it
is!" With that, she squished herself down onto Brittany's face with a
dreamy sigh.

   Brittany opened her mouth and curved her tongue upwards until it touched
and then stroked the hard nodule of flesh that was fast becoming an old
friend.  Her reward came instantly in the form of a loud moan from up
above.

   "DARLING, YES!" Donna moaned loudly.  There can't have been many girls
this young trained to such perfection in oral servitude, but if there were,
then Brittany would have been the best.

   Brittany knew it would be the last time for them before she had to leave
for France, and knowing this she gave everything she had.  Every ounce of
effort and every gram of knowledge were expended into the task of
pleasuring the woman above her.  It paid off.

   Donna was on the receiving end of the best servicing she had ever
experienced.  They say nothing lasts forever, but it seemed to for Donna as
she rode out one peak and then began another, crying, screaming and
bouncing against Brittany's mouth and chin.  At one point she began rutting
her sopping cunt up and down the girl's face from chin to forehead,
groaning, churning and smearing until Brittany's skin shone a wet pink. 
Then it was back onto her lips for some fast, hard fucking, brimming her
with cream so that it escaped from the corners of her mouth and ran down
her neck in milky rivulets.  It was a wild session that left them both
exhausted, Donna especially.  'Too much pleasure can be harmful to the
health' she thought fleetingly as she snuggled her war torn body against
Brittany, and pulled up the bed sheet to drift back into sleep.  Sleep was
impossible though.

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

   Donna woke some time later to the sound of the toilet lid being clunked
down and the loo flushing.  The very sound brought stirrings within her
bowels and bladder and she grimaced as they gave a familiar churn.  A lazy
kick from her elegant leg sent the covers flying over the side of the bed
as Donna got up to head for the bathroom.

   "Hi mummy."

   "Mmm hi darling", she sighed dreamily.

   "You were wonderful this morning . . .  just out of this world."

   "I wanted it to be good for you Mummy," she smiled, blushing all the way
across her lovely face.  "Because I'm going away and it's the last time I
can make you love me."

   Love shone from Donna's face as she smiled into Brittany's eyes.  Mmm...
Yes...  the last time.  The last time to make her feel good.  Well she'd
done that all right.  Her innards gave a low growl of protest that even
Brittany might be able to hear, and just then, Donna thought of another
indulgence, her favourite as it happened.  After all she reasoned, even
though it was only three nights since, it would be some time before they
could do it again.  She bent down and brought her lips to Brittany's in an
open mouthed kiss that lasted long enough for her nipples to rise up from
her breasts.

   "Mmm...  Oh Brittany my dear?" She sighed before skipping her lips
across her face from cheek to ear in a smattering of soft wet kisses.  She
nibbled the lobe of an ear for a moment as amidst a fit of quiet giggles
from Brittany, she made a funnel with her hand to whisper in her ear.  "I
need your mouth for a special potty."

   Brittany gasped in surprise, momentarily caught off guard by the obscene
demand, and seeing amusement in her mother's face, she rallied quickly,
trying to gain the upper hand with a cheeky retort that would go some way
to restoring her loss of face.

   "Sorry, not hungry today mummy." She tittered with twinkling eyes and a
face made for mischief.

   Donna stared at her through narrowed eyes with enough chagrin in her
face to make Brittany clasp a hand over her mouth.  "Sorry?  I'll give you
sorry young lady." She said, pretending to be angry, but not fooling
Brittany in the slightest.  "Have you ever heard of force feeding?" She
continued, not waiting for an answer, "It's what they do to naughty people
who won't eat their dinners; they force them to eat it through a nasty
tube." She stared at her daughter's cheeky face for a moment and imagined
the bizarre scenario, and then burst out laughing, a moment later Brittany
followed suit and fell into Donna's arms.

   "Oh Mummy, you know I will.  I love you!  I know how much you like it.
I'll be your toilet if you want; I'll always eat your love!"

   "You're gonna come quietly then?" She drawled in a corny voice from a
corner of her mouth.

   "Yes mummy."

   Donna smiled smugly as she took her by the hand and led her into the
bathroom, where she seated the child in the bath and climbed in after her.
Since she needed a shower anyway, this would suit her instead of needing to
drag out the mat.  She turned to face her daughter, and went into a squat
over her head.  She was angling her self into position when she stopped to
notice Brittany looking up at her with a puzzled expression.

   "Mum if you force-fed me, how would you make me drink?  Would you pee in
a bottle and give it to me like medicine?"

   Donna had just relaxed her vagina sending a few stray drops of pee
pattering down onto Brittany's face, but then when she began to speak she
gritted her teeth to rein herself back.  However, the effect of her
daughter's hilarious question caused her to shake with laughter sending pee
bursting out of her in all directions like a spinning water canon.  Cursing
and laughing she squatted down lower and managed to control her aim a
little, but not the intensity, so that it hit the back of Brittany's throat
as she tried to drink it, and then foamed back out of her mouth and down
her neck.  Donna's breasts fell and bounced into each other like a pair of
tipsy revellers, as overwhelmed by another spate of giggles began by the
spectacle of Brittany's struggles, she lost all sense of aim, and a
cloudburst of golden rain completely soaked Brittany's hair and gasping
features.  It all came to an end when there was nothing left to give the
poor girl.

   Luckily, she saw the funny side too and joined her mother as she broke
out into peals of delighted laughter.

   Donna by now completely helpless, scrambled down into the bottom of the
bath pulling Brittany with her in a tangle of arms, legs, breasts and
laughing kissing mouths.  In time, the chortles merged into sporadic
titters, and eventually died down until a hush of calm settled over the
white tiled room as they lay making love to each other with just their
eyes. "I'll never be able to get enough of you," Donna whispered in a voice
brimming over with love and emotion, "not even if I live a thousand life
times.  You're just perfect." Then she sighed, hauled herself up from the
bottom of the wet bath, and took a familiar stance as she bent over to rest
her hands on her knees and present Brittany with her waiting buttocks. 
Looking down past her shoulders, she gave an almost imperceptible lift of
her eyebrows, a silent question to the seated child who nodded briefly and
then slid down behind her, open mouthed and ready.  "Push your tongue up
inside me," she said her voice rushing out in a hungry gasp.  "I want you
to taste it as it slides into your mouth."

   Brittany slid her tongue between the chubby cheeks, and felt the flesh
give way to her as she entered the canyon in-between.  As soon as she felt
Brittany's warm face pressing into her crease, Donna pushed back, wanting
to feel her tongue buried inside her ass.  She wasn't disappointed when she
felt it wriggle around inside the dark sensitive flesh of her anus, knowing
she was tasting the tart musky flavour of her bowel secretions.

   Brittany felt the walls of the anus give a pulse as a waft of gas
discharged from within.  She tasted it before it entered her mouth, its
texture a cloying wetness and a taste of things to come.  It came almost
immediately this time.  The anal ring suddenly expanded, and pushed
outwards in the form of a small fleshy cone and from within a soft, bloated
mass emerged that pushed her tongue back into her mouth.  As always, the
taste was utterly horrid, so bitter and foul it defied description.  It
exploded its filth, filling her oral cavity as her stomach began to heave
instinctively.

   As usual, Donna shook with excitement with the knowledge of what she was
doing.  The vileness of the act she was perpetrating on a child not even
six years old - making her eat her shit - made her reach her hand between
her thighs and play with herself unashamedly.  She listened to the noises
below her, the chomping, retching, heaving and the unmistakable sound of
swallows.  She knew Brittany had eaten her first mouthful of her.  There
was more to come as she grunted again, and sent the next item down the
production line.  She moaned knowing she was raping her child's mouth with
her shit.

   The flavour was always too robust for Brittany's taste buds.  Tears ran
down her cheeks as she chewed and swallowed each clump into her stomach,
only to be followed by replacements that kept sliding out of her mother's
rectum and into her mouth.  It was at this point when she lost all sense of
time and place.  After she swallowed her first mouthful, she would lose
count at how many more she would be forced to consume.  That thought didn't
matter to her as she fought to control her stomach's urge to resist what
she was swallowing.  This part never changed.  Her stomach would always
resist, no matter what.  For Brittany it was a battle that she had learned
how to win, and she did not lose it on this day.  With each passing
mouthful, her stomach would rebel less and less, until at the end when it
could barely let out a whimper at the faeces that strained its capacity. 
It was defeated, waving the white flag, as it gave in to the will of the
young girl that continued to pack it full of her mother's shit.

   With a final 'phut' from the caked-up rosebud, a fine spray of ordure
shot out to speckle her daughter's lips in a fine brown mist of stinking
cack; the final salvo that signalled an end to the bizarre orgy.  Donna
fell into the bath masturbating.  Glassy eyed and slack jawed she lay
slumped as she stared at Brittany's shit covered face, each movement of her
jaw as she chewed and swallowed the final remains was watched and
celebrated with a litany of hungry moans as she came.

   Breakfast had been served.

   CHAPTER 17

   Ellen Peters was forty-six, single and bored.

   Blessed - some would have thought - with an idyllic life, she lived in a
beautiful villa on a quiet sunlit French island called Porquerolles.  She
had ample time on her hand since the divorce from her husband; the
settlement had been more than generous.  Ellen was a photographer, a
professional photographer who now spent much of her time photographing the
beautiful nearby islands and selling her work to stock libraries.  The
divorce had been more of a drifting apart than an acrimonious bust up; they
had always had an open marriage, Anthony, her husband, had his women, while
Ellen had hers.

   Ellen was bisexual, or at least used to be, for nowadays her preferences
ran solely towards younger women.  She had just come out of a discreet
affair with Sadie, a love struck nymphet who was some years her junior. 
Ellen had spent much time photographing people in the public eye when she
lived in the UK, and one of her projects had been Susan.  The attraction
was immediate and they'd adjourned to a hotel room shortly after the shoot
to get further acquainted.  They'd been lovers on and off ever since.  Good
friends too.  There were no secrets between them; all confidences were
shared, including the secret of Brittany.

   At first, Ellen had been shocked and didn't want to become involved, let
alone hear about it.  However, over the last few months her curiosity had
got the better of her to the point of wanting to know everything about her
and all they had done together.  She found herself thinking of them in each
other's arms more and more, something which gave her a serious itch down
below as she pictured the scene between Brittany, her mother, and Susan. 
So when Susan had phoned her a week ago and asked if she would not only
like to meet Brittany, but to have her stay with her for a week, Ellen had
just about flipped, before saying yes, of course!

   Not that she had any intention of becoming involved herself, that was
far too risky.  No, that had nothing to do with her eagerness.  Her reason
was curiosity.  How could Susan put herself in that position with a mere
child?  If she were ever found out, they'd lock her away for sure, and
throw away the key.  No, not for her.  She was far too smart.  On the other
hand, it wouldn't do any harm to meet the girl, and it would be nice to
have company.  Why, she could be her young assistant, and accompany her on
photography excursions around the islands.  What fun, a little friend all
of her own who didn't ask complicated questions or try to organise her
life. Ellen had always missed not having a daughter.  It would be rather
touching to have a young girl around the place, and there wouldn't be any
risk of getting herself into Susan's situation.

   It had been the bizarre nature of Susan's circumstances that had given
her a buzz, nothing more.  If anything there was a large dollop of morbid
fascination involved.  It was difficult to imagine the kind of girl who'd
not only allowed herself to become sexually involved with an adult, but
also had actively taken part of her own free will.  Maybe she was slightly
'simple' in some way, although Susan had insisted she was such a bright
child.  It was late afternoon when they arrived.  Ellen heard the car pull
up in the driveway not long after the five o'clock ferry had docked.  She
stopped working to hurry over and let them in.  "Hi you two," she cried,
"Come in, come in!  How was your journey?  You must be tired."

   The glamorous blonde-haired woman pushed through the doorway with a
radiant smile and a wail of glee and then threw her arms around her friend,
embracing her with a fierce hug and a searing kiss on the lips.  "Oh Ellen!
It's sooo good to see you my love!  Oh thank you thank you." she cooed. 
"Come on in Brittany, my angel!"

   There was a tentative pause, and then Brittany stepped through the door,
tilted her head up and gave Ellen a shy smile.  Neither of them spoke,
instead they studied each other in silence; two pairs of eyes jumping form
one spot to another as they took in everything before them.  Ellen was a
smart middle-aged woman with a heart-shaped face, tidy sloping nose and
wide generous mouth.  Her hair was blonde, bleached by the sunlight and cut
into a neat bob set off nicely by her rich honeyed tan.  Like most women
who claimed a place in Brittany's life, Ellen, if nothing else looked
intelligent.  Deep hazel eyes sloped lazily across her face and looked
perceptive as they in turn weighed her up.  A series of small faint lines
had spread around her eyes and mouth, giving her a weathered look; Brittany
thought they gave her character instead of making her look old.  Travelling
down she noted Ellen had a curvy, but not an over generous figure.  Nicely
raised breasts, and a pair of long, pointed nipples poking against her
light cotton top looked extremely interesting to Brittany's lesbian
scrutiny.  With a trim waist, she carried no extra weight around her middle
while her legs were long and shapely in a pair of thin purple slacks.

   Ellen in turn, found Brittany delightful.  So cute, with a face like a
cherub and ribbons the same colour as her dress.  No wonder Susan had
fallen for her.  Even as she scolded herself for such a thought, her gaze
swept down to take in the girl's cute figure in her crisp pink dress
complete with frilly white ankle socks and sandals.  Like a princess in a
fairytale?  Why was she dressed like that?  It was almost too obvious... 
as though to tempt her.  But into what?  The answer came immediately with
an image of her and the girl in each other's arms kissing like lovers in
her white-sheeted bed.  She was ready to resist such a temptation, or at
least she hoped she was!  Ellen gave Susan a hooded look before bending
down on one knee before Brittany.  "Hello Brittany.  It's so nice to see
you!  You're even prettier than I imagined, and what a lovely dress.  Did
your Mum buy it for you to wear on your holiday?"

   "Yes," she replied innocently as she held her arms behind her back and
rocked up and down on her heels.  "Susan and mummy thought you would like
to see me weari..."

   "Ah-hrm..." Susan interjected hurriedly before the little darling went
and spilled the beans completely, although it was probably too late now
judging by the narrow look Ellen was giving her.  Of course it had all been
her idea; she just wanted Ellen to find Brittany...  well...  attractive
enough to perhaps see a few possibilities with the girl.  She knew it was
too obvious now, the way she and Donna had dressed her up to look like a
fairytale.  If Ellen said she wanted nothing to do with her, there'd be no
repeat of the kind of things she and Donna had been doing with her.  It was
so unfair though, Susan thought, as she noted Ellen's reaction; it would be
so good for her.  Brittany was the most delightful bed companion a woman
could wish for.  Only wishing to give, never asking to receive.  If only
Ellen would only try that mouth once, she'd be sure to swoon with delight
when she experienced that cheeky little tongue of hers and then what a bond
there would be between them for the rest of the time they had together. 
"We thought the thin cotton would be about right for the hot weather." She
said lamely.  "Perhaps it is a little Bo Peep though, although she has
plenty of other clothes anyway, a whole suitcase full back in the car... 
I'll just go and fetch it."

   Ellen nodded and gave her a wary smile deciding to let it go.  The bait
hadn't been taken because she wasn't cut from the same cloth as Susan and
Donna; she just didn't go for young girls for goodness sake.  That didn't
mean she wasn't going to dote on her though, she looked an absolute
treasure with those big blue eyes and goldilocks hair, yes she would spoil
her and they'd get along just famously, and that was how it should be; but
there'd be no improprieties between them, and 'that was that' she decided.
They had a meal of fresh sole and sardines finished off with a
mouth-watering salad and then ice cream, and although Brittany didn't eat
very much, she didn't pass up on the ice cream.  After dinner, Ellen showed
Brittany to her room further down the hall.  Like Ellen's, it faced out
towards the sea with a beautiful view across the bay.  She settled to play
with her colouring books while Susan and Ellen took to the balcony with a
couple of tall glasses and a bottle of chardonnay.

   A light breeze wafted the scent of pine trees towards them as they sat
at the table.  Susan signed as she tasted the cool wine and then smiled
into the evening sunlight as it cast a warm glow over the waves. 
"Brittany's going to love it here." Susan breathed.

   "I hope so Sue." Ellen said, setting down her wine glass with an
appreciative smack of her lips.  "I hope she doesn't get too homesick away
from her Mum.  Their relationship's pretty special isn't it?" A girl's
voice drifted towards them as Brittany sang the words of a popular kids
song while colouring in her cartoons.

   "She's such a happy child." Replied Susan gently, sensing her friend's
direction.  "I promise you no harm's come to her, they're both very much a
couple, and deeply in love.  She's an intelligent well-adjusted child who's
going to grow up into a formidable woman, just like her mother.  Please
don't look at her disapprovingly for doing what she does.  Who's to say she
shouldn't do it just because her age doesn't fit in with what our staid
society expects?  As long as she takes comfort in such loving - unusual as
that loving is - then why condemn it?"

   Ellen reached over to caress Susan's shoulder before taking it away and
replacing it with her lips and a gentle kiss.  "I'm sorry if I came over
like that darling, I didn't mean to.  I suppose I just find the idea so
strange, even though I find the bizarreness of the whole thing quite
stimulating for some reason." She paused to take a gulp of the cool wine,
searching for the right words.  "Part of me finds it exciting, a turn-on
even to think of you having her like that and getting her to do all of
those things." she said as her friend raised a silent eyebrow.  "I just
don't think it's my thing," she continued.  "Not that young anyway."

   "But you do like younger girls." Susan stated.

   "Yes I do...  but no younger than eighteen.  You know I like them, they
make me feel so alive!" She sighed wondrously.  "But there is a
difference."

   "Well at least there's one thing we do have in common."

   "Oh what's that?" frowned Ellen.

   "We're both advocates of what, for want of a better term, could be
called, 'the unequal relationship'." Her eyes twinkled conspiratorially. 
"You've admitted as much yourself, how you prefer them to give you all the
pleasure; you find the excitement much greater that way, having some young
thing bury her head between your thighs and send you to heaven and back. 
You love it!"

   A giggle erupted from Ellen's lips before she put a hand over them and
cocked her head in the direction of Brittany's room.  A child's voice
glided into the rapidly darkening night as it hummed another tune to the
accompaniment of a pair of scribbling hands.  Satisfied Ellen continued. 
"It's true.  I can be very demanding."

   "Don't I just know it!" laughed Susan.

   "No not like that," Ellen blushed.  "With you and me it's different. 
It's equal give and take, and that's beautiful in a different way.  It's
just a bit depraved with a younger girl, you know?" She paused and pulled a
face as she searched for the right words.  "It gives me a buzz to demand
things, boss them about even.  I don't know why, it just does."

   Susan cocked an eyebrow at her friend thinking they were more alike than
Ellen would ever admit.  She wondered how long it would be before she began
to think of Brittany as a candidate for that kind of loving.

   Some time later after both women had drank the rest of the bottle and
half of the next; Susan reached over and touched her friends hand.  "Just a
sec...  BRITTANY...!" she called out.

   "Yes?" Came the child's sleepy reply.

   "Get into bed now, make sure you've cleaned your teeth first and I'll be
over in five minutes." There was a soft crump as Brittany threw down her
colouring book and headed for the bathroom.  "I'm going to put Brittany to
bed now," she said, and then looking deep into Ellen's eyes added, "And to
collect my good night kiss."

   Ellen's gaze pierced into Susan's briefly as she sought conformation of
her suspicion of what a 'goodnight kiss' meant.  It came back at once
without so much as the twitch of a muscle.  Ellen was the first to blink.

   "I see," she said, a hint of embarrassment in her voice.

   "Do you still want me to come later?" Asked Susan.  Susan had assumed
they'd be sharing the same bed.  They always did, since they were so
genuinely fond of each other, and the pleasure they found in each other's
arms was real enough.  Both women had been looking forward to tonight.

   "Of course I do, you silly fool," tittered Ellen as a myriad of crow's
feet spread from her eyes.  "Only you'll be providing the entertainment for
the first part of the night."

   Susan laughed with relief as the tension disappeared between them.

   "Very well, it'll be my pleasure."

   "No honey," Ellen shook her head.  "Didn't you hear what I just said? 
It's going to be my pleasure, mine entirely." she concluded with a sly
seductive smile.

   Susan padded her bare feet off in the direction of Brittany's bedroom,
after Ellen announced she'd be waiting for her in bed.  Instead, Ellen made
a silent detour and followed her friend down the corridor so she could peer
through the doorway when Susan joined Brittany in her bedroom.  Brittany
was already tucked up in bed, wearing her favourite pyjamas, her eyes
fluttering at the edge of sleep with her sparkling blue eyes just visible
beneath the trembling lids.  Susan's breathing deepened as she neared the
bed and gently lifted the tired youngster's head from the pillow.  Then
without hesitation, she lifted up her skirt and pressed the girl's mouth
against her knickers.

   Lacking the briefest recourse to conscious thought, Brittany's tongue
began to flicker against the thin material, swiping up and down the
contoured groove as she inhaled the seeping aroma.

   "Good girl, good girl" soothed the woman.  "You were so wonderful in the
motel last night darling.  And then...  here...  just let me pull this out
of your way so you can get to me properly." Susan reached down to pull her
panties aside and accommodate the tired girl.  Wet opened mouthed kisses
followed her probing tongue after it had wriggled this way and that,
stimulating the pink fleshy lips until they suffused with blood and
sprouted open like a blossoming flower.  "Oh gawd!" whispered Susan as she
tousled and tugged at the girl's long blonde hair.  "Oh yes darling!" she
moaned as she let her skirt fall down over the Brittney's head, plunging
her into darkness.  Long minutes passed by.  A succession of fevered sobs
sang against the walls of the dimly lit room as Susan held the girl's head
through her blue skirt.  All seemed well until a moan of frustration ceased
the steady stream.  "Just a sec honey.  This isn't going to work out.  Just
let me..." Susan stepped back for a moment and the skirt briefly released
the young girl from her prison, giving her a fresh breath of cool air.

   From her vantage point in the doorway, Ellen heard the sound of silk
swishing down stockinged legs as panties were slid down and kicked away.

   A meek whimper was heard when Susan again lifted her skirt and shoved
her pulsing nether lips back into Brittany's face, shifting her weight from
one foot to another as she jostled for a firmer purchase against her mouth.
Finally she dropped to her knees on the bed, with the young girl's head
firmly in her grip as she rolled her hips.  A stifled gasp issued from the
bedroom doorway; it would have been enough to alert Susan to another's
presence had she not being carried away with alcohol and lust.  Crying out
as though in pain she lurched into Brittany's mouth, jerking and clutching
her sharp nails into the girl's skull.  The young girl whimpered in
discomfort and she was smothered in the convulsing cunt.

   Ellen watched Susan's buttocks spasm as she trembled and shook over
Brittany's face.  Her eyes widened; even though Brittany's efforts to
swallow the woman's spending could be heard quite clearly, she noticed a
rivulet of milky liquid running down her chin and then another sprouting
from the corner of her mouth.  It was all too much.  She tiptoed to her own
bedroom and threw off her clothes as though on fire, and there, stark naked
she waited for Susan to slake her own flames and then come and put hers
out. She would be waiting for some time though, and it was over a half hour
before her flushed friend arrived in her room.  "My word, I thought you had
lost your way.  Or perhaps you forgot about me?"

   "Of course not dear, it's just with that marvellous dinner we just had,
I needed to use the loo before bed.  I feel five pounds lighter already!"
she added with a laugh.  "Now let's see what you have waiting for me down
there shall we?"

   Ellen spread her knees as she felt the first kiss of her friend's tongue
on her sex.  It was then that it hit her...  Susan couldn't have actually
used the loo, as the only bathroom was across the hall.  That could only
mean...  Ellen's eyes rolled back in their sockets as the implications of
her friend's words caused her to grab Susan's head and bury it deep between
her legs.

   This was going to be an enjoyable week indeed.

   CHAPTER 18

   Jean Stone knocked on the door of Donna Hartley's large secluded house
and gave her daughter a reassuring smile.  Amanda had been a bundle of
nerves all day now.  She had never been away from her parents for more than
a weekend, and now it would be two whole weeks.

   Amanda knew what was expected of her, or at least had the gist of it. 
Her mother had taken her up to her bedroom for a talk.  Her Dad was there
too; she sat between them on the double bed and listened as they gently
explained how things were going to be.  She was to live with Brittany's
mother for the next two weeks.  During that time, she was to be a very good
girl, do everything she was told, no matter what.  Little did they know
what this would actually mean.

   There was a sound of a key turning in the brass lock and the clunk of a
handle, and then the door swung open to reveal the smiling features of
Donna Hartley.  "Hello dears!" she beamed, her face alight with pleasure as
she welcomed them both in.

   Amanda looked up as the door closed behind them, her face flitting
between bashfulness and trepidation, not an unusual occurrence for her when
confronted by the sight of Donna.  The stunning grown-up was wearing a
turquoise halter-top and a pair of tight hipsters of the same colour.

   Jean took in the provocative sight too, and noted with envy how her
sylphlike figure rippled with barely contained energy beneath her simple
clothes.  It made her almost catlike in appearance.  She looked at her
face, an attractively shaped face that was long rather than oval; it housed
a pair of intelligent hazel eyes and features that were clear-cut and
handsome rather than pretty.  There were lines there too, yet they spoke of
an abundance of appetite and sensuality, she looked like a woman who knew
what she wanted and was capable of getting it.

   "So nice to see you both." Donna remarked to break the silence.

   Amanda instinctively replied, "Thank you Mrs.  Hartley."

   Jean Stone gave an apologetic smile, one that asked for understanding
for using such a formal address.  It was answered immediately by a
sympathetic nod.

   Donna appreciated her sentiments, a wish to display respect rather than
familiarity; it wouldn't do for Amanda to expect instant overfriendliness
with Donna.  If there was to be a fondness between them, it should be
entirely of the older woman's choosing.

   "Can I take your coats?"

   "No thank you, I won't be staying," Jean said, patting her neatly
coiffed hair.  "I can't thank you enough for doing this for us.  We
probably would have had to cancel the trip if it wasn't for you." She had
called Donna the week prior with the request to look after Amanda while she
and her husband went on a cruise.  They had been saving ever since they
were married, and now on their fifth anniversary they were poised to enjoy
the fruits of their scrimping and saving.  The problem came about when her
father fell and broke his hip.  Since it was to be her parents watching
Amanda, she was stuck.  David's parents lived in America, and she had no
one she knew well enough to make such an imposition.  Remembering Donna's
offer from before, she decided to see if she would be willing.

   "It's no bother at all.  I've been putting off on taking a holiday for
so long, if anything I should thank you for giving me the excuse to take a
rest!"

   "Don't you start now...  I'm sure by the end you'll be begging to bring
her back.  Of course I do expect my little angel to be a good girl, right?"
she said as she looked down at Amanda with an imposing stare.  "Do
everything Mrs Stone says, OK?"

   Amanda looked from one grown up to the other.  "Yes mum." the young girl
politely replied.

   "Right then, I'm off.  Thank you again so much Donna.  I've got her
papers here and the information for the ship if you need to reach us. 
She's had her dinner, so she's ready for bed when it's time.  Come here
darling, give mummy a kiss goodbye."

   Amanda leaned up to meet her mother as she gave the child a tender kiss
on the forehead before turning towards the door.

   "Have a wonderful trip Jean; Amanda will be right as rain when you
return." She closed the door behind her, leaving her and the girl alone for
the first time since that memorable afternoon when they shared a forbidden
kiss.

   "Come into the lounge Amanda, I'd like us to have a little talk.  Sit
right here next to me." She said patting the sofa cushion.  "You've been a
good girl haven't you?  I see you didn't tell anyone about our little games
here, and that means you keep your new toys.  That makes you happy, yes?"

   Amanda nodded, albeit with an unsure look on her face.

   "Let's have a look at you then..." Donna suggested, as Amanda flashed a
quick smile and then jumped up onto the thick green cushion.  She sat
looking up at her with a wide grin and a saucy giggle.  Donna rolled back
her eyes; she was over the moon with her own 'new toy'.  Her delighted gaze
took in a charming site.  A striking young beauty, she was showing signs
that someday she would be a tall graceful creature.  Clues of her future
elegance were evident in her lengthening limbs and slender waist.  Her face
was almost almond like in shape and looked as though someone had designed
it with a taste for delicate lines.  Her nose, small and upturned, would
scrunch up amusingly when she laughed giving her the appearance of a
mischievous elf.

   Yet there was another side to all of this, her eyes when not glinting in
delight or hi-jinks could be sad and soulful, large and brown if upset,
they would look at the cause of their hurt in silent disapproval.  It was a
tactic she used when displeased or seeking to get her own way.  Donna
reached over and ran her hands through her hair, lifting it up and letting
it fall through her fingers like silky sand.  She watched with wonder as
the long blonde strands splashed onto her shoulders.  She had imagined she
might be maternal with Amanda, much in the same way as she was with her own
daughter but now she knew that wasn't going to be so.  When Donna examined
her feelings towards Amanda she found them to be purely sexual, she
realized there would never be room for anything else with this beautiful
creature.  The feelings of lust she found within herself were far too
powerful, even more than with her own darling Brittany.  Indeed, for her
Amanda was meant to be used for pleasure, not loved.

   "I'll take your bags to your room shortly, but first let's talk." She
said with a reassuring smile and a gentle squeeze of her hand.  "Ok?"

   Amanda nodded but was still too awestruck in Donna's presence to speak.

   "Your parents have told you that you're going to be staying here for the
next two weeks, haven't they?" She paused as though eliciting an answer
from her knowing full well that the girl was too dumbstruck to speak. 
Donna stared into Amanda's eyes and nodded her head encouragingly, using
her body language as a spur for the girl to answer her.

   It worked, not only did she copy Donna's nod but she whispered a quiet
"Yes."

   Donna was pleased, her training had already begun and she gave Amanda a
generous smile in return.  "Good.  Now, you are to obey me and do
everything I ask of you.  I shall expect you to be with me in the house all
the time.  There are so many things I have to teach you, and if you learn
them all well you can go home with an armful of toys from Brittney's room,
how does that sound?"

   A glow came to Amanda's face as she came to realise how lucky she was to
be staying with Mrs.  Hartley.  If she were over at her grandparent's
house, she wouldn't have many toys to play with at all, not to mention she
wouldn't get any new ones to take home.

   Despite being asked a question, the look on Amanda's face was all the
answer she needed.  "I expect you will do everything I say.  If you make me
happy, then I'll make you happy.  Please me with your mouth and I will
please you with new toys.  Yes?"

   Amanda nodded her head.  While still nervous, the lure of new toys was
far too much.  Her parents had been saving for their trip for so long, new
toys were a luxury that she never really had.

   Donna smiled to herself as she heard her own mother's voice in her when
she had been speaking to Amanda.  Her mother had been an infant school
teacher all her working life and that's the way she had spoken to her as a
child.  Her Father was a lecturer so it was thought that Donna would follow
in the family tradition and go to teacher training college.  However, she
had a mind of her own; she wasn't the type of person who followed others.
Donna had always been and always would be too much of an individual to do
otherwise.  She'd been a tomboy, as a young girl and much preferred playing
with boys rather than girls, and had a hard competitive edge that made
other girls wary of her.

   She finished university with a degree in media studies and took an
apprenticeship in a film company, more of a gofer really, but she learnt
the trade quickly and was given the position of researcher for a talk show
host.  There she'd made a name for herself as efficient and competitive. 
Tall for a woman and with striking looks, she'd caught the attention of one
of the senior managers.  He suggested that she audition for a sports
commentator's position that had suddenly become vacant.  The audition was a
success and she got the job.  The male viewers liked her; she was the kind
of women most men could only fantasise about.  Yet at the same time she
didn't come off as a 'woman' reading the sports, she was knowledgeable and
understood it all.  Her physical appearance was exciting; sensual looks
with an athletic physique mirrored her personality, while her height and no
nonsense persona made some secretly wish to be dominated by her.  In fact,
a lot of her fan mail came from men of such nature, especially the
submissive male who yearned to see her standing over him with her high
breasts pushing out against a shiny leather costume.

   Sometimes she read the letters, usually at home during the evening with
a bottle of scotch or vodka for company.  She found them amusing, but could
never respect such a man, although the things they said and the various
ways they wanted to be used by her made her laugh out loud as she sipped
her whisky.  They were an amusing diversion, nothing more.  Donna had
always preferred real men who had something to offer a woman.  When she
spied a man she liked she would initiate the relationship, never masking
her needs and never fearing rejection.  Life was for the taking, no one
owed her anything, nor her them, if she wanted something or someone she was
usually successful.

   Sexual boundaries didn't exist.  She would try anything that caught her
imagination, with tastes that ran to both men and women she could count
both sexes as willing bed partners.  Yet for all that, she had the nagging
feeling that something was missing.  Marriage to Françoise had been fun
while it lasted; he was the most exciting man she had ever met.  A
motorcross rider who lived life to the full, stunningly handsome with an
intellect far superior to most of his contemporaries, he'd been ideal for
Donna until their passions took them away from each other and on to other
partners.  Then there was Susan, a firm friend with an all-consuming
passion for new sexual experiences and ideas.  She was a volcano in the
bedroom and she managed to match Donna's need for wild abandoned sex.

   However, Donna and Susan had deviant tastes; both women yearned for the
bizarre, a desire to use other women as slaves in both the bedroom and the
bathroom.  To some degree, both had been successful.  Donna had found a
number of beautiful women who were willing to be used as whores.  She used
their mouths for pleasure in the bedroom and then as toilets later.  Susan
had practically the same amount of experience as Donna having indulged her
penchant for watching other women drink from her.  Disappointingly though,
neither of them had ever been able to move their perversions up that final
notch and entice their partners into 'brown games'.

   Then the bomb had dropped something cataclysmic in Donna's life.  For
Donna it was the missing ingredient.  Brittany's yearning for a physical
relationship with her mother was reciprocated.  The very notion of them as
lovers was appalling, not only was the age difference huge, it would be
incest, forbidden lesbian incest.  The thought struck her like a blinding
flash and suddenly everything fell into place.  Her throat felt dry and
tight and there was moistness in her groin, it had been there all the time
hidden within her make up, lying there unfulfilled, and the reason why sex
had always fallen short of her expectations.

   She was a girl lover.

   Her need for depravity was satisfied with Brittany.  Not only had they
embarked on a sexual relationship together, Brittany had acceded to her
mother's ultimate perversion and had become her brown girl.  It had taken
all of Donna's wiles and powers of seduction to entice her young daughter
into such a warped activity but it had paid off in the end.  Brittany
became her toilet and a regular diet of her mother's special food was very
much on the menu.  It hadn't taken long for Susan to become the third part
of the relationship; she was more than eager to join in the taboo fun with
the mother and her daughter.  Ever since then life had been amazing, her
young lover had catered for all of her needs and wants.

   Now there was Amanda.  To Donna she represented the culmination of
everything sexual that life had to offer, it was enough to make a girl go
weak at the knees, even an older one like her.  However, that wouldn't do,
there had to be no signs of weakness or lack of authority when treating
with Amanda.  She was young and needed to be shown that obedience brought
its own reward.  This, she decided, had to be the first lesson.  It was to
be the keystone of their experience together; without it, there could never
be anything between them and the next two weeks would call for her utter
and complete compliance.

   All this may have seemed pretty one sided, too strict even, but it
wasn't going to be like that.  A little kindness went a long way when
dealing with such an impressionable creature; Donna would show Amanda her
gentle side too as well as expecting submission.  It would be a balancing
act; she would be firm and kind in equal measures, for Donna knew she
couldn't win her trust if it weren't given freely.  She proceeded to give
Amanda a guided tour of the house.  Of special interest to her was a spare
room stuffed with games and fancy dresses.  Many of the games were
Brittany's; the same one's she'd coveted when playing with her, but some of
them were brand new and bought by Donna especially for Amanda.

   Her eyes fastened on all of them with wide-eyed wonder.  Donna smiled at
the expression on her face, she was mentally playing with them already. 
"This is a room for good girls." Announced Donna with an emphasis on the
word "good".  Amanda remained there staring at the contents of the room. 
For long seconds her mouth gaped open as her eyes examined each occupant of
the bustling shelves until they finally shot upwards to meet Donna's.

   "I'll be very good." She announced determinedly.  "How can I get to play
with them?"

   Donna tried to remain impassive as she looked into the eyes of the
bewitching young creature, but an array of obscene images began flashing
through her mind causing a stray nerve to twitch in the corner of her mouth
acting as a signpost to her fading composure.  With an effort, she
swallowed and cleared her throat to stop her voice sounding too hoarse.  "I
know you want to be a good girl, but I have to teach you.  It's quite
simple really; you have to please me.  If I'm pleased with your behaviour
then you can come and play in the toy room, and take plenty of toys with
you when you go home."

   Amanda nodded her head slowly as she took in the woman's words, she so
wanted to be left alone in the room with all of the wonderful things, but
daren't ask.

   "We'll begin your lessons after supper.  How would you like that?" She
asked with a bright smile.

   "Oh yes ummm...  Aunt Donna." She stammered not knowing how to address
the pretty woman.

   Donna mentally kicked herself for not thinking of it sooner.  What was
the poor kid going to call her?  How could she be expected to know without
being told?  Of course, the answer was obvious wasn't it?  What else could
her little slave call her...  Mistress?  Too obvious she thought.  "Call me
Miss from now on dear."

   Amanda lips moved slightly and then stopped.  Then she tried again with
large eyes and raised brows.  "Miss."

   "Good girl."

   CHAPTER 19

   That evening Donna went upstairs and changed into a daring black top and
a thin slinky skirt.  Then as usual before sex, she paid extra attention to
her make up.  Long black eye lashes, shiny red lips just meant for kissing,
a little blusher here and there, and she looked almost cruelly beautiful.
Her eyes stared boldly back at her from the mirror as she ran a brush
through her hair and listened to the cracks of static as it travelled down
the long silky tresses.  More than enough to stun the senses, now to
delight the girl with her scent as she strategically applied a few drops of
her most seductive perfume to her body.  Then looking and smelling
gorgeous, she pirouetted before the mirror, running her hands over her hips
in a triumphant caress as she paid homage to her own beauty.

   Donna opened the lounge door and looked at Amanda.  Earlier she had made
her change into a tight clinging pink top and a short skirt that she rolled
the waist up on to make it even shorter.  She smiled to herself when Amanda
turned round and saw her framed in the doorway, and then Donna picked up
the remote and switched off the TV.  She experienced a feeling of déjà vu
as her mind wound back to the first time she dressed as a Mistress for
Brittany and saw the effect it had on her.  The girl before her wore the
same astonished expression.  "It's time for your lessons Amanda." She
smiled, seating herself next to the little girl on the sofa.  "Do you like
how I look?  Am I pretty?  Do I smell nice?  I've done it all for you
dearest.  I want you to like me, there are so many things I want us to do
together."

   Amanda managed to find her mouth despite the woman looking as though she
wanted to eat her.  Voracious...?  Amanda didn't know the meaning of the
word but it applied to the woman sitting next to her as Donna took her hand
in hers and placed it on her thigh near the hem of her skirt.  "You look
lovely Miss." She said endearingly.  "Better even than..." She went on to
name her favourite female pop singer, which was indeed a compliment!

   "Ohh I'm flattered Amanda.  Thank you." She smiled.

   Amanda's eyes were large as they danced around in her head taking in the
sight of the woman her parents had told her to obey.  She didn't think it
would be very hard, she was so amazing, almost like a beautiful
Fairy-God-mother.  She smelt grown up too, scented and inviting, it made
her want to bury her face in her fragrance and breath it all in.

   "Tonight I'm going to teach you how to kiss like a grown up.  I've shown
you one kind of kiss already.  Do you remember?"

   She nodded.  How could she forget that day when she experienced her
first real kiss.

   For Donna there could never be anything to surpass the innocence of a
child who was blindly willing to trust.  She bent towards the girl, cupping
her face with her hands like a priest about to murmur a benediction and
then with the softest of sighs she placed her lips to the child's.  Gently
she pried them open and inserted her tongue into the small mouth as she
sent it to explore the sweet cavity within.

   Amanda closed her eyes and whimpered into the woman's warm seeking
mouth, feeling and tasting the warm soft flesh with her tongue as Donna
opened her mouth wider to eat her face.  It was like a dream, a dream full
of Donna, she felt her self-melding into her, tasting her essence and
feeling her soft flesh beneath her hand as it was guided over her thighs.
In turn, she felt Donna's hands running over her chest, as the kiss became
more passionate.  Time slowed to a trickle, she heard the slow ticking of
Donna's mantle clock from its home above the glowing log fire, while above
that she heard the woman's laboured breathing.  Until...

   "Did you like that darling?"

   Amanda opened her eyes with a start as she heard the breathy hiss of
Donna's voice.  She realized the kiss had ended and felt dreamy in its
afterglow.  She nodded with hooded eyes.

   Donna removed her top to reveal her partially exposed breasts, and then
she took Amanda's hand and placed it on the spot where they begin to swell.
"Feel the beginning of my breasts," She instructed.  "Start here at the top
and then run your hands down to the top of my brassiere."

   Amanda blushed a little but did as she was told.  Tentatively reaching
forward she ran both her hands over them, feeling the soft bulges of flesh
as they rose up towards her bra.  The sight and the feel bewitched her as
she felt the gentle swell leading down to the tops of her nipples.  As she
stroked up and down with her hands, she noticed small goose pimples rising
up out of the skin and a slow stirring beneath the material of her cups as
the nipples began to respond.

   "That's nice Amanda, that's nice.  Now I want you to take your hands
away and replace them with your lips.  Give me lots of small kisses where
your hands have been."

   Amanda was eager to please and lost no time at all in bestowing a flurry
of tiny kisses over the scented flesh.  She knew how to do this, since she
still remembered breastfeeding as a child.  This was not something
objectionable to her at all.  Her lips brushed against Donna's breasts as
she travelled upwards towards their summits.  Her brows knotted when the
bra blocked her progress.

   Donna noticed her disappointment and was pleased with her eagerness. 
She placed her hands on Amanda's cheeks and with a gentle push guided her
lips into the valley between.  Then ever so slowly she began to rub
Amanda's face up and down the divide while guiding her head and murmuring
encouragement.  "Good girl, good girl, that's it, just like that.  Just
like you're doing.  Stick out your tongue and lick...Umm yes like that
darling, just like that." She removed her hands from the girl's face as
Amanda's movements became more certain and she ceased to need guidance. 
Talking and encouraging all the time she reached behind her back, undid the
catch of her bra and then cast it aside.

   Amanda pulled back and let out a startled gasp as the twin orbs were
bared to her face.

   Donna smiled and her chin jutted out with pride as she lifted them up to
her gaze.  "Do you like them Amanda darling?" Her voice cut through the air
like static in the still room as she took the girl's hand and placed it on
one.  "See how it feels in your hand.  Go on, give it a good feel; don't be
afraid to give it a squeeze dear.  Hmm yes, that's it, now your other hand.
Yes, like that, and a squeeze.  Ohhhh Amanda I'm going to make you kiss it
next.  You're going to put it in your mouth and suck it like a lollipop. 
Such a pretty little mouth you have Amanda.  Oh the fun I'm going to have
with that sweet angel mouth of yours." Donna was getting far too excited;
her own words were turning her on, acting as a catalyst for her actions as
she reached out and guided the girls face to her breasts.  "Open your mouth
and take in the nipple.  Fill your mouth with me.  Oh yes suck on it. 
Nurse on me like a baby.  Suck my nipple.  Feel how big it's getting.  Nice
and big and it's all yours, all for you, you beautiful little thing."

   Amanda had no choice but to obey, she didn't have time to think as she
opened her mouth, found it filled with a breast and then did what came
naturally.  She sucked on the nipple and felt it move beneath her tongue as
the aureole grew in size and the hard spike thrust upwards to graze the
roof of her mouth.  Her Head bobbed up and down and her cheeks were bloated
with Donna's flesh as she nursed.

   Donna tossed her head back to send her hair flying back in waves before
tumbling back down onto her shoulders.  Her whole body shivered deliciously
as she thrust her bosoms into the girl's face, first one and then the other
found its way between her small lips, cupped by her hand and guided into
her gasping mouth.  "Oh honey!" Donna let out a loud groan as her hand
began messing its way through Amanda's hair, pulling and clutching in near
desperation.  She pulled her breast out of Amanda's mouth and sighed deeply
as she let out her breath.  She looked down at her shiny breasts and
pointed nipples and then over to the four-year-old girl.

   Amanda had a dreamy look on her face as though she was still savouring
the taste, and gazed up at Donna with an expression that said 'I am yours
for the taking'.

   Donna gave her a dry grin.  "Look at that." She said pointing to her
stiff nipples.  She made a play of flicking them with her fingers and
watching them spring back up like toy soldiers.  "You made them like that."
She looked into Amanda's eyes, her own eyes twinkling as she giggled.

   The girl's face lit up with delight and she couldn't help but laugh
back. "Umm...."

   She sighed to Amanda.  "You did very well though.  What a lovely
beginning, I'm sure this is going to be wonderful for both of us.  When you
rub or squeeze them, or take them in your mouth and suck them just as you
did, they become firm and hard and they grow big like this.  That's because
you've made them feel nice.  Do you see?  That's what it's all about;
making the person you're pleasuring feel marvellous and happy.  You made me
feel happy Amanda, that's a very good start and very soon I'll be showing
you other ways of making me feel even happier."

   Amanda plucked at her smock distractedly and then unconsciously stuck
her thumb in her mouth; it seemed to her the best thing to do, as she
didn't know what to say next.

   "Cat got your tongue?"

   She nodded.

   Donna gave a lazy smile and cocked her brow.  "In that case dear.... 
I'm changing my name to cat." She decided it was time to move things along
as some of her thoughts were getting pretty wild and it was time to
introduce Amanda to her own warped kind of loving.  She stood up, lifted
her off the sofa and then carried her in her arms to the bedroom, as Amanda
wrapped her legs around Donna and locked her ankles.

   Early evening twilight filled the room making it light and airy for the
two lovers.  Her height made her perfect to just pull that cute head right
between her thighs.  However, she resisted the thought, not wanting to
spoil the mood.  The white bedclothes were pulled back in invitation as
Donna gently placed the fully clothed girl on the mattress and pushed her
back onto the pillow.  Then still naked from the waist upward, she climbed
onto the bed herself with proud swaying breasts and knee walked up Amanda's
smaller body until her panty clad crotch rested above her chest.

   "Now Amanda pay attention." Her voice was gentle but tinged with an edge
of authority.  "I'm going to move up the bed until I'm sitting on top of
you.  I don't want you to panic when I place my skirt over your head and
everything goes dark.  I want to see how you cope with having my cunny on
your face.  It's covered with my panties now but it'll give you a feeling
of how it's going to be when I take them off and ask for your mouth.  We'll
do it this way first, then I'll get naked and we'll do it properly." Donna
hadn't considered giving the girl any pleasure as she did with Brittany. 
Amanda was here for one reason only, to learn to provide her pleasure.

   Amada's blue eyes glistened with emotion but she managed a gulp and then
a small nod.

   Donna moved up and smiled down at her before slowly lowering herself
onto her mouth and covering her head with her skirt.  The movement brought
a creak from the old rusty springs of the antique bed she had bought some
years ago in an auction.  She liked the bed with its wrought iron headboard
and its curling design of black iron lilies, but she liked the sounds it
made most of all.  It's creaking groaning bedsprings provided a frantic
accompaniment to her heated fucking and that's just what she intended to do
now; fuck the little darling right in the mouth.  She would probably hold
off from anything frantic at first; that would come later when she shed her
panties and gave her a proper riding.  She gave a satisfied sigh as she
settled some of her weight onto the girl's lips and wedged her in place
between her thighs.

   She used her voice to guide Amanda, encouraging her to lick, kiss and
rub her lips and face against her covered pussy, all of these actions she
insisted would bring pleasure to her, and that was her greatest aim in
life. She began rocking herself up and down on top of her, feeling her
pussy rubbing against Amanda's soft lips as she bumped against them.  She
reached up to squeeze her breasts with an expression of smug triumph on her
face.  Then she clenched then tightly in her hands and pinched her nipples
until they grew hard and angry.  There were times when she felt so
unfeminine, almost like a man in the way she forced herself on her young
lovers and exalted in her power.

   It felt quirky doing it this way through her panties and somehow lewder
than without them.  She supposed it was like getting the real thing in all
but name, the lacy material was so sheer it was practically see through. 
Wet too, probably wet enough to ring out.  The last thought thrilled her.
Her eyes flashed and she hunkered her crotch harder against the girl to
grind more of her wetness into her face.  The sensation of Amanda's lips
against her cunt and the way they felt when she squashed them beneath her
suddenly had her reeling towards the brink.  With a struggle, she raised
herself up and fell back gasping onto the sheets as she felt her orgasm
building.  She clenched her fists and screwed her face up towards the
ceiling as she strained against it with a silent scream.  A quiet groan of
relief sobbed across the room as it receded and the turmoil in her body
subsided.

   "Are you alright Miss?  Gasped Amanda

   "Yes." She answered in a tight whisper before coughing to clear her
throat.  Her body's reaction to Amanda surprised her, it usually took
longer for her to get to that stage and it was a measure of how much she
wanted this girl.  "Wow...  I was going like a rocket Amanda." She
exclaimed quietly.  "It's a long time since I've reached the line as
quickly as that.  I think we ought to get our clothes off before we
continue any further." She smiled and gave the girl a brief kiss before
sitting her up and undressing her.  Then she turned her attention to her
own semi-clad body and peeled off what remained of her garments until she
stood before her naked with heaving breasts and a dewy bush of dark cunt
hair.

   Amanda never resisted any of this, lifting up her arms as her dress was
pulled off and thrusting up her bum as her panties were drawn down; she
only blinked and stared when Donna bared her lithe charms to her.

   She smiled to herself when she saw the girl's reaction, then she sat
down on the bed, took her in her arms and kissed her.  A long slow kiss had
Amanda on her back again, with Donna working away on top as she pushed and
writhed against her like a hungry eel.  Then she pulled her lips away with
a satisfied purr and replaced her tongue with a nipple that she slid
between her lips.  She nursed her like that for a while, Amanda sitting her
up in her lap as she took succour from her like a hungry baby while Donna
cooed and fussed up her hair like an indulgent mother.  She remembered
Susan once telling her that a woman could produce milk without being
pregnant if she took a drug called Domperidone.  She had laughed it off
then but now she began to take the thought seriously, it was worth looking
into at least.  From one bosom to another she nursed her, filling her up
with soft flesh before pulling the breast back out for the other to take
its turn.

   Amanda smiled with contentment and made a series of gentle mewling
noises as she suckled.

   After five minutes or so Donna grew tired and pulled back for a rest. 
Amanda gave a tiny cry of disappointment, which was only silenced when
Donna relented and forcefully thrust her bulging cleavage back into her
face.  There was a muffled "mpphh" from Amanda, who suddenly found her
cheeks bulging once more with a wet swollen orb.

   'So this is what she wants from me' thought Amanda.  'I don't mind doing
this at all'.

   Donna kissed her gently on the forehead before withdrawing her breast
one final time.

   Amanda looked into her face and smiled.  A myriad of crow's feet spread
from Donna's eyes and wrinkled her skin and she thought she looked
beautiful despite her maturity.  She loved the strength in her eyes, the
splendid high cheeks bones and the way her skin shone in the light.  She
had never seen a naked woman before.  It had come as a shock to see the
tall athletic looking Donna; she looked so powerful in all of her naked
glory.  Long in the neck and slim shouldered, her eyes travelled down to
her high billowy breasts and loved the way they pouted upwards with their
nipples standing out like tall pinnacles.  Her gaze moved on, down over her
toned stomach until it rested on the dark bushy hair sprouting out of her
thighs.  Pink fleshy lips protruded out of the hairs like swollen sentries
guarding a priceless treasure.  Just what they guarded she was about to
find out.

   Donna's next instructions made that clear.  "Lay back on the bed now
darling.  Place your head on the pillow so that it's raised up.  Make
yourself ready for me Amanda.  I want your mouth now." Soon Amanda lay on
her back staring upwards at the ceiling.  The mattress shifted and creaked
as Donna crawled up and straddled her face and then poised her cunt over
her.  Then she reached down and splayed herself open.  "Take a look dear.
Look at my cunt; look at its pink wetness.  Can't you see how it's dripping
for you, drenched and hungry for your pretty little mouth?" Deftly she
pulled back the hood of her clit then bared it to her gaze and flicked it
with her finger.  "Stick out your tongue and waggle it from side to side
and don't stop until I tell you to." She ordered.  Amanda shot out her
tongue and waggled it like a small whisk.  Donna gave a grunt of approval
and then lowered her dewy lips downwards until her clitoris made contact.
The sensation was electric; she actually jumped back and gave a shrill
squeal of delight.

   Tentatively, much like how one would sink into a hot bath, she lowered
herself back down onto the seeking tongue and gasped as it made contact
with her delicate organ once again.  This time she remained still and let
the tingling sensation wash over her cunny.  'Incredible' she sighed to
herself.  A drop of fluid dropped from the wrinkled labia and landed on
Amanda's cheek, followed by another and then more until she was leaking
sticky syrup all over the child's face.  "Now I'm going to shift a little
and you'll feel my sodden cunt squishing your lips.  Just lick and suck as
I start to give you a mouth ride.  The way I'm feeling now it won't be very
long before you're drinking my love juice.  When it comes don't spill a
drop, you must swallow everything and then I'll be very happy.  Do you
understand me Amanda?" She said raising her brows slightly.  Donna waited
for her to nod her head and then hunkered down.

   She began rolling her hips as she balanced herself on the headboard,
gripping it with white knuckles as she rocked to and fro.  Her thrusts
became faster as she settled down into a steady rhythm and the bed began to
shake and squeal with her efforts.  She looked down at the small face doing
its work between her legs and let out a low wail of lust.  A steady stream
of juice wept from her cunt, hungry and demanding for the girl's frantic
efforts, it bubbled its richness into her bobbing throat as she swallowed.
Donna's fucking became ever more frantic over the next ten minutes.  The
thrashing of her cunt against Amanda's mouth mixed with her cries and moans
filled the room like a chorus of crashing waves.  Her climax hit hard and
she lost control of her flailing body.  "Oh God!!!  Amanda!" She shrieked
as her hips pistoned back and forth over her small face.  "Oh Fuck!!! 
Fuck!!!" Yes!  I'm...I'm Oh fuck I'm spunking...  Drink it!!!  Drink it!!!
Aghhhhhh!!!" The scream ripped from her lungs as a torrent of spray shot
out of her cunt into the girl's open mouth.

   Amanda managed a strangled cry before the flowing juices from the
woman's climax drowned it out and she swallowed to keep it out of her
lungs. She was unprepared for this, but out of instinct kept swallowing.

   Donna howled as her muscles started to spasm and sent her body raking
over the girl.

   All Amanda could do was lay still and wait for the sobbing woman to
subside back to normality.  For a moment it seemed as though she had
stopped, Amanda was about to ask if she could get up when Donna suddenly
let out a forlorn wail as though she had lost everything in the entire
world, and her body jerked off the bed sending the headboard slamming into
the wall.  A spray of fluid immediately overwhelmed her small mouth, but
with so much pressure on her face, it had no choice but to be sent down her
rippling throat.

   Donna fell face down onto the mattress.  Blissful latitude settled over
her like a warm comforting blanket.  She heard the deep exhausted breaths
of the girl in her arms and smiled gently as a glimmer of moonlight
filtered through the curtains to settle on her peaceful face.  It had been
so beautiful with Amanda.  Such a fierce orgasm and then such marvellous
peace, it was enough for their first time together.  Tomorrow was another
day with more wonderful presents coming her way; in fact there was another
two weeks of it.  'Two weeks of this' she reminded herself.

   It was her last conscious thought before she closed her eyes and joined
her sleeping angel.

   CHAPTER 20

   Donna pushed her empty plate away and sighed contentedly.  It was time
to move on.  The next stage of the training was set to begin and Donna was
set to acquire a new toilet slave.  While she would have liked to have had
more time to ease her into it, she was down to the last seven days of
Amanda's stay.  If she wanted to enjoy Amanda's full toilet service more
than once before she left, it had to start now.

   "How long to the cartoon finishes Amanda?"

   "Err...  it's finishing now Miss." Nothing compared to living with her
Aunt Donna.  She found the sex tiring; it was something that could happen
anytime, day or night.  Sometimes there was a warning when Donna announced
they were to make love at such and such a time, say after she had finished
playing with a doll or a toy, or after she had finished watching a cartoon
on the telly.

   "Well then turn off the telly and come to the table please."

   Then other times there was no warning, Amanda might be lucky if she saw
a change in Donna's eye's before she raised her dress and slid off her
knickers.  Semi-clad or naked in any room of the house, it might be an
instruction to worship her cunt, or sometimes just her chubby ass-cheeks
and the brown rose-bud between, and then whatever she was playing with had
to be abandoned and exchanged for the taste of Donna's body and the sound
of her sobs.  She always spent the night in Donna's bed.  Last night her
Mistress' demands had continued until the early light of dawn and
afterwards they had both slept until midday.  They were both exhausted. 
Tonight Donna had told her that she would be eating dinner later, and so
she had to sit and listen to Donna as she ate, feeling a gentle pang of
hunger.

   The adult let out a chuckle of delight and reached out to stroke
Amanda's shin in a loving caress.  There were many such moments as this,
shared tenderness with the look of love passing between them.  Donna was
the Mistress, Amanda her sex slave, and yet at the same time they were
lovers, girlfriends and partners in pleasure.  The lines of definition were
faint at times and sometimes removed completely.

   Rising from the table, she opened the cupboard door, took out a tall
slim glass and put it on the dinner table.  Amanda watched with furrowed
brows as her Mistress reached underneath her skirt, then slid off her
knickers and placed the glass between her thighs.  Crouching slightly, her
tongue wetting her lips in anticipation, she let go of her bladder and sent
a whoosh of steaming piss into the glass.  Amanda's brows un-knitted
themselves and rose up in surprise as the level of yellow pee rose higher
up the glass.  Donna managed to clench her bladder and cease the flow
before it ran over the rim; then she took the glass full of warm urine and
placed it on the table beside Amanda's now empty plate.

   "Since you haven't had dinner, here's something to drink." She announced
in a matter of fact voice.  "It's my special lemonade dear, you drank it
before, remember?" She said running her fingers through Amanda's hair and
gently caressing her scalp.  "Go on honey bunch, pick it up."

   Amanda gulped the pungent aroma made her nostrils flare as she eyed the
frothy head of her Mistress's spendings.  She took the warm glass in her
hands and eyed the contents suspiciously for a moment.  "Have you got hold
of it?" Donna cooed softly.

   "Umm." she murmured.

   "Good now put the glass to your lips and start drinking."

   She closed her eyes and tasted the first warm drop; it was salty but not
too terrible.  It seemed much the same taste as it was last time.  She
opened her eyes and gave her Mistress a tentative smile.

   "Now darling, carry on drinking at your own pace." She said as she ran
her fingers down the girl's neck softly massaging the flesh.

   Amanda took a brave swallow, a loud satisfying sound that was music to
the ears of her Mistress.  Then she began to drink it like orange juice,
tilting back the glass and pouring the warm piss down her throat.  She
paused to let it settle and then raised the glass again.  Donna put her
hands in her top and squeezed her breasts together as she watched the horny
sight of the young girls bobbing throat, her eyes didn't miss a second, she
didn't blink until the glass was empty and Amanda put it back on the table.


   "Well done, well done!" she laughed as she clapped her hands.  "You've
done so well Amanda.  Now can you be an extra good girl and stand in front
of me, I didn't finish going and I still need the bathroom.  I'd like you
to be my potty."

   Amanda paused in the act of wiping her lips dry with the back of her
hand.  What was the point?  They were going to get a lot wetter if her
mouth was a toilet.

   "Hmm your hair may get wet, let's see now." She mused.  "Amanda go into
the drawer next to the bread bin and open it.  You'll find two lengths of
pink ribbon.  Bring them to me."

   Donna smiled inwardly for the truth was she didn't care if Amanda's hair
got wet.  She wanted her in pigtails and ribbons because it made her look
younger and cuter than she already was, it was an ingredient that would add
to the perversity of the situation when she made the child her toilet.

   Amanda scampered over to the units and opened up the drawer and after a
little bit of rummaging she pulled out a pieces of pale pink ribbon.

   Donna took it, proceeded to tie her hair into two tight pigtails with
the silky material, and then smiled at the effect she'd created.  Amanda
looked adorable in her pretty pink ribbons so endearing and just waiting
for the older woman to take advantage of her.  She bent down and kissed the
tip of her freckly nose.

   "Take your top off and then tilt your head back and open your mouth.  If
you manage to drink it all up you'll take home another toy for certain."

   Amanda unbuttoned her top and placed it on a chair, and then
bare-chested she looked up at Donna who moved to stand above her and unzip
the side of her skirt.  It came off quickly and she stepped out of it as
she threw it the back of the chair; then she pulled back her labia to
reveal the ripe flesh of her womanhood.

   "Good girl." She soothed as she slowly cocked an eyebrow, before gently
pulling her four-year-old head so it was in the right place for what she
had in mind.  A slow stream of hot piss began filling the mouth of the
kneeling girl, Donna was surprised she had so much left after filling the
drinking glass; it was all the young girl could do to keep up with the flow
as she kept gulping and glugging the warm babbling brook.  It was just so
perfect thought Donna, so wonderfully perverted doing this to such a sweet
young girl.  She could do anything she wished now; the child was hers for
the taking.  Oh how scrumptious seeing her work her throat like that,
striving to take her piss, yes she was her urinal now and she would soon
teach her to eat her shit.  Oh wasn't this just perfect!

   "Oh yes...that's nice, you look beautiful doing that." She murmured. 
"Keep drinking lover; swallow my lemonade...  take it all, take it into
your tummy, just like that...  just like that." Donna had long since
trained her muscles to keep her flow slow enough so to not overwhelm her
toilet.  Some of the pee seeped out from the corners of her mouth and
around the outside of her jaw as she swallowed, but she managed to keep
most of it inside.  Eventually Donna squeezed the last few drops from her
urethra, straightened her legs and then beamed down a smile at Amanda.  She
was exhilarated by her performance, the whole thing had been so beautiful
watching and hearing her young pet drink from between her legs, so
deliciously arousing.

   "You did so well my darling." She smiled as she bent down to lift Amanda
of off the floor and carried her back upstairs to her bedroom as the young
girl wrapped her legs around her.  Once there she placed her on the edge of
the bed and sat down with her back towards her.  "Undo the buttons of my
top dear." She instructed with a smile as she removed her stockings, hung
them on the bedpost, and then tossed her garter belt to the floor.

   Amanda's fingers sprang into action and began popping open the buttons
of her patterned white top until they reached the bottom one.  Donna tossed
it to the floor and turned her back to her once more.

   "Now undo the catches of my bra."

   Again she obeyed; carefully unhooking each eye and then drawing the
straps away from the woman's shoulders as she tilted them down to help her.


   "Kiss my back Amanda." Donna shivered at the gentle touch of the
fluttering lips as they brushed between her shoulder blades and down the
length of her long spine.  A massage with a difference every woman should
have one she decided.  Ah yes how delicious, and now...  "That's divine
honey, just wonderful.  Can you move round to my front now...yes that's it
back up and...  Here we are." She turned around, presented Amanda with her
sweeping breasts and then pushed forward to lodge a nipple against her
lips.

   Amanda was learning fast, but after a week spent primarily with her face
between Donna's thighs, she was fast understanding her place in this
relationship.  She wiggled the tip of her tiny tongue against the nipple
and felt it harden and press against her; at the same time, she heard a
quick intake of breath from Donna.  Without been told she opened her mouth
and slipped it within and then began sucking the nipple and the soft
pliable flesh of her tit.  She was nursing now, cradled by the woman's
hands as they stroked and caressed her head.  She adored the feel of the
soft breast as it pressed forward into her mouth and the sound of her
Mistress's gentle crooning.

   "Umm that's nice Amanda." She said pushing her away gently.  "I'll have
you please me properly before the night's over, don't worry I'll flood your
mouth with my love juice but now it's time for you to eat my special
chocolate, my very special food, there's loads of it and you're to be a
good girl and eat it all up.  If you do that you'll get even more toys!"

   She opened pulled out rubber mat and placed it on top of the bed and
then went to stand in front of the seated girl.  She looked down at her for
a second, a lazy smile playing on her lips before turning around to show
Amanda her dimpled buttocks.  "Kiss them dear.  Kiss the cheeks and then go
in-between and lick out my asshole until I'm ready to feed you my love."

   For her part, Amanda was blissfully ignorant of what 'food' Donna was
suggesting she had to eat.  Since there was no direct mention, she just let
it go.

   "Go in between now, between my bum cheeks and then kiss my crack." She
exhaled as she reached back and spread a cheek with one hand while frigging
herself with the other.

   A moments pause for the girl to register what was expected of her as she
took in the sight of the grown ups brown puckered hole and then she leaned
in face first feeling the soft flesh engulf her.  While she was reticent to
comply, she was so much under Donna's spell that she found herself carrying
out the act without thinking about the potential outcome.

   To be honest Donna was surprised at her willingness, since even Brittney
put up more of a fight.  She purred happily at the feel of Amanda's tongue
as it wriggled into her asshole and she moaned happily while working two
fingers between her legs in a soft squelching rhythm.  She let out a quiet
sigh, which in the stillness of the room sounded like the whisper of some
poor departing soul, and then she let out a quiet reeking fart, right into
the young cherubs face.

   Amanda struggled for breath as the vile gas filled her mouth, but was
stopped from pulling back by a firm tug on her pigtails as the woman's hand
shot out of her cunt and halted her progress like a jockey reining in a
bolting horse.

   "Mpphh!  Mpphh!" She whimpered.

   "Stay very still and open your mouth!" Came the firm but patient voice
as another small fart was released into her mouth.

   Donna turned her head round to look at the bedroom mirror, seeing part
of her and the youngster in profile as they acted out this bizarre sex act.
She flung back her head to send her long tawny hair cascading over her
shoulders as she saw the pretty young girl sat on the edge of the bed with
her face hidden between her billowy buttocks...and then she let out another
fart right into her mouth, and then another, and another...until.

   "Lay on the mat, c'mon Amanda its time" She thrilled.

   'Time for what?' Amanda wondered...  were they not doing what Donna
wanted her to do already?

   Donna had placed the mad on the bed this time, she wanted to be able to
see herself fully in the mirror and the floor was too low.  Without giving
Amanda time to comply she gave a low breathy moan and pushed her down onto
her back on the mat and scrambled onto the bed over her.  The load in her
bowels was straining for release.

   Amanda looked up in expectation and tried to imagine what was in store
for her.  From her vantage point she could see the brown rosebud as it
opened and closed like a clenching fist while beyond that she could see the
woman's breasts with their long distended nipples swelling out of the
drooping cones and then Donna's upside-down face, a picture of perverted
lust transforming her beautiful features.

   "This is your big test Amanda darling.  I want you to open your pretty
mouth nice and wide for what's to come.  When it does, I want you to start
eating everything.  Do you understand honey?  I'll help you but whatever
you do, don't spit it up or I'll be very cross and you'll get no toys at
all, OK?"

   "Yyyes." She nodded in anticipation.

   "Good girl.  Open wide then." Donna said coldly as she prepared to turn
tey another child into her own personal toilet.  With that, she lowered
herself down so that her ass hole was resting atop the girls lips and
gently relaxed her bowels.  A small brown turd slid its way out of her anus
and pushed its into the child's mouth.  Since she didn't open her mouth
wide enough, shit was being scraped by her teeth as the faeces bullied its
way into her tiny oral cavity.

   Amada's eyes were glazed and her mind was in shock.  She didn't heave or
gag yet, since her body had yet to process what was happening to her.  All
at once, the foulest of flavours erupted into her taste buds while the feel
of the slimy log made her start to heave and retch.  With bulging eyes and
her head trembling, it was only with a super human effort that she managed
to stop her self from spitting it out.

   Donna knew this was the crucial point so she got up and spun around to
face the four-year-old girl with her mouth full of crap.  Looking into her
eyes, she could see they were rife with fear and panic.  "Amanda, look at
me, look at me dear.  Just try to relax.  I know it's hard honey but you
need to be brave for me.  You need to think of how much I love you, and oh
all the toys, just imagine all those toys."

   While Amanda couldn't help but think of the toys, it was her body
fighting against her mind at this point.  She continued to heave and retch,
unable to force her mouth to do the actions required to chew or swallow. 
When she tried, it was as if the commands weren't being recognised.  It was
too much, she just couldn't do it, the dream of toys couldn't save her now,
and her mouth began to open so she could push the horrid substance out of
her mouth.

   Seeing this Donna leapt into action.  "No dear!  Don't!  Let me help
you." Quickly she grabbed Amanda's jaw and forced it back closed with her
thumbs as her hands cradled her soft quivering cheeks.  "Please keep your
mouth closed!  You can do it darling." What was amazing to Donna was that
she had imagined just this scenario when she planned for this evening.  As
much as Amanda wanted toys, it wasn't as strong a motivator as a mother's
love.  That was something she couldn't blackmail her with.  Instead, she
had to go with plan B.  While still holding the four-year-old girl's jaw
closed with one hand, she reached over to the bedpost to grab her
stockings. Making the fabric flat and wide, she wrapped it around the
child's face, across her mouth and around the back of her head.  Much like
a tensor bandage, the strong nylon had very little forgiveness.  However,
just to be sure, she used the other leg to wrap around the top of child's
head and then under her jaw.  Amanda's mouth was no match for the tight
embrace of Donna' hosiery, and despite struggling her mouth would not be
providing her an escape.

   Amanda didn't know what to do now.  With her mouth forced shut her eyes
flew wide open.  She started to panic and the heaves became more violent.

   "I'm sorry I had to use the stockings sweetheart, but it's the only way
I can help you.  Look at me Amanda!  Look at me.  I want you to take a deep
breath and hold it.  Do that please darling it will help." She listened as
the child reluctantly complied before continuing, "OK, good girl, now I
want you to SLOWLY exhale.  Nice and slow for me dear."

   Amanda was still trying to regain control of her body, and so she
followed Donna's instructions to take deep breaths.  One after another, she
took these breaths, and despite the rank smell in her nostrils that she
couldn't escape, she was beginning to calm down.

   "There you are sweetheart, see, now you're better.  Just relax and try
to take a little swallow.  Just a little one."

   While her stomach still heaved, she was able to force back a small
amount of the shit-soaked saliva that had pooled in her mouth.  With that
tricking down her throat, she tried to swallow and her stomach heaved
again. Oh the taste was so disgusting!  How did she ever manage to get
herself into this?

   "Good girl!  You had yourself a swallow, now you can do it again and
again.  Do it for me honey.  Chew it all up and swallow it down like a good
girl." Donna continued to hover over the girl, stroking her hair, as she
made progress.

   Amanda ground her teeth into the turd gradually breaking it down and
swallowing it bit by bit.  With all the heaving, it took a few more minutes
for the small burden to go down into her stomach.  During the time she ate
Donna's shit she was rewarded by the sound of Donna's praise as she urged
her on.  At this point Donna removed the hosiery from her mouth and head,
no longer worried that she would reject her vile brown offering.

   Once Amanda had swallowed the last bite, she opened her mouth to gasp
for breath, her lips and chin dripping with shit.  Her gasp turned to a
groan and a whimper as she saw Donna move around to squat over her face
again.  "Nooo..." she weakly protested.

   "Shhh...  You haven't finished yet dear, there's plenty more to eat so
open those pretty lips...."

   Amanda looked up with eyes that were almost devoid of consciousness. 
She was defeated.  Her mouth slowly opened as she accepted her place in
this exchange.

   Donna couldn't help but be overjoyed by this, since it meant the girl
had now submitted her body to her.  "That's a good girl.  I'm giving you my
love darling," Donna announced as she lowered her hole directly onto
Amanda's lips, "Open your mouth and accept all of my shit."

   Amanda grimaced as a pungent brown pear slid out from between the pale
cheeks of Donna's buttocks, as the bowels released another load of faeces
into her mouth.  Although her stomach again began to heave, her mind had
total control over her body now.  Her mouth was Donna's to do with as she
wished.  She bit into the rank offering and closed her eyes as its essence
flooded her senses.  Slowly, ever so slowly, she chewed the mouthful until
her throat began to bob and push the gooey load down into her rebelling
stomach.  Minutes passed as she swallowed her meal, slowly slopping,
chomping and glugging.

   Donna got up from her crouch and turned around to kneel over and watch
her eat, her desperate whimpers to be spared from this disgusting task
going unheeded from the woman above her.  Then Donna's eyes widened with
wonder when Amanda opened her empty mouth.  Not wanting to discourage this
excellent behaviour, she quickly moved back over the young girl to deliver
another load into her weak mouth.  This time she stayed in position, her
ass sealed to Amanda's mouth, as the delay was becoming much shorter now.
The four-year-old was chewing and swallowing in a purely instinctive
manner, opening her mouth each time she emptied it, only to have it filled
again.  Poor Donna was in such a state right now.  While she was desperate
to have her sexual needs taken care of, she didn't want to disrupt Amanda's
meal.  As such she stayed in place and gently fed the young moppet.  The
girl's stomach had mostly given up its futile fight against the putrid meal
that was being forced upon it, barely able to muster a gentle heave when
Donna finished having her way with it.

   With her bowels empty, Donna remained seated on Amanda's face and let
out a relaxed and contented sigh.  She let her eyes travel down Amanda's
body until they fastened on her bloated stomach, then she soothingly traced
the swollen abdomen with her fingers.  Wonderingly caressing the proof of
her lover's adoration, she then felt her orgasm as it began to rise up. 
She had to wait though.  "Time to clean me up dear.  Lick my bottom until
it's spotless." she said casually as she waited for the four-year-old girl
to serve as her toilet paper.

   Amanda's mind was in another place, and her body simply followed the
instructions given to her.

   With her ass crystal clean, Donna needed to make sure this meal stayed
right where it belonged.  Carefully sliding off the bed so as to not jostle
her nearly comatose young lover, she grabbed a Gravol suppository from the
end table and then lifted up the young girl's legs to insert it in her
bottom.  With that in place she gently moved the girl up so she could
remove the mat, then carefully placed the girl under the covers.

   Climbing back up onto the bed, Donna once again mounted the upturned
face of young Amanda.  This time, unlike how she had done with Brittany,
she was going to allow herself to seek pleasure from riding the young
girl's face.  The experience was so intense to her that she was leaking
already.  It wouldn't take much to provide her cunt with the pleasure it
deserved.  Given Amanda's defeated state, she felt that the girl could
handle it.

   "Take me there Amanda....  Suck my clit...  I'm on the verge."

   With a soft whimper of submission from Amanda, Donna climbed onto her
face and hunkered her seeping pussy down onto her lips.  She climaxed at
the first feel of the child's tongue as it flicked across the tip of her
clit and then wept out a river of syrupy lust into her mouth.  With the
child slowly swallowing her cream, Donna started the slow process of
rocking her baby to sleep with her pussy.  She began to slowly masturbate
herself on the angel's face, while cooing "Shhh" to her.  The young girl
was slowly being facefucked into submission by the sodden quim riding her
lips, providing assurance that Donna's shit would stay safely inside her.
The room was now silent save for the quiet groans of the bedsprings.

   Reaching down, Donna smiled as she caressed a newly bloated belly.

   EPILOGUE

   On the day when she was to return Amanda, Donna was a bit surprised to
find no one at home.  Thinking that perhaps their return had been delayed,
she went back home and checked with the port authority, who confirmed that
the ship had docked late that morning.  Since it was dinnertime, Donna knew
something must have happened.  Picking up the paper that Jean provided to
her, Donna called America and reached Jean's sister Geraldine.  It had
seemed that while Jean had provided contact information to her relatives,
she hadn't provided her relatives with contact information for Donna.

   Upon reaching Geraldine, they told Donna the news.  While on a port of
call in Mexico, the tour bus Jean and David Dawson were on went off the
road, killing the majority of the passengers, including Amanda's parents.
After the initial shock, the next matter of business was what was to become
of poor Amanda.  Since the girl was adopted, she had no blood relatives. 
All of Jean and David Dawson's relatives were older, and none was very keen
on being forced raise a child as they entered retirement.  While the
circumstances were tragic, it was certainly an opportunity, and Donna knew
it.

   After expressing her condolences, she suggested that unless no one in
the family wanted to come and claim the child, that she would be willing to
adopt her.  With Geraldine's assurance that this would be acceptable, they
set in motion what was necessary to make that a reality.  While breaking
the news to Amanda was hard on the poor girl, she knew that the girl would
adapt.  Since these weren't her birth parents, it seemed that Amanda wasn't
as despondent as she expected.  Given the circumstances, Donna put aside
her sexual use of the girl for the time being.

   Making a call to Susan, she explained what happened and asked if she
could take Brittney home with her and keep her there for a couple weeks so
Amanda could recover in peace.  Susan was happy to oblige Donna, and
Brittney would spend the next two weeks as toilet to yet another woman.  To
take full advantage of this, Susan actually took more holiday time off from
work so that she could spend more time at home.

   Brittney wasn't really bothered by this development, since she had
become very much used to being a toilet for older women.  During her time
with Ellen Peters, Brittney fell into the same routine as she had with her
mother and Susan.  Although Ellen had seemed hesitant, after the first
night in Ellen's bed Brittney knew this woman would be using her like the
others, and she did.  After the two weeks had passed, Brittney was back at
home and Amanda had begun to accept the loss of her parents.  While she was
sad, she knew that they were never coming back.

   This was when Donna began her new life.  Her first order of business was
to have a plumber remove the toilet in her en-suite bathroom.  She had no
use of it now, and she could always use the one in the hall.  While the
plumber thought she was off her rocker, he nevertheless did his job and
took the toilet bowl away.  For Donna she wanted to make the commitment to
her new lifestyle.  Next, she moved Brittney into her own bedroom, along
with many of her toys, and placed Amanda into Brittney's old bedroom. 
Seeing as Brittney hardly used her bed anyway, this wasn't much of a bother
to her.

   Next came toilet duties.  After sitting down with both girls, she
explained that they would now be the only 'potty' Donna used at home.  The
children both nodded and accepted their roles without objection.  For her
part, Donna had been altering her dietary fibre intake so that she only
needed to have a bowel movement every second day.  This was necessary since
she knew it would be too much for her to use each child every second day.
With this change, each child would only be expected to consume her shit
once every 4 days.  'Reasonable', she thought to herself.

   As for urine and sexual duties, that varied.  For urine, first thing in
the morning was always Brittney's job, as she would wake up her mother with
a nice orgasm and then gulp down her bitter morning urine.  During the day,
when the children were at home, Donna would simply make use of whatever
child was nearest.  If they were both nearby the two children would
sometimes bicker about "who had it last time" but Donna would have none of
it, instead making them both drink from her.  For sexual services, it was
much the same, casually grabbing either child's head and stuffing it
between he legs as the mood suited her.

   Donna maintained her schedule of after-dinner bowel movements, thus
assuring the children would always be able to sleep while digesting her
shit.  As for Donna's meetings with Susan, those meetings now happened at
her house on Saturday nights.  On that day, Donna made the sacrifice of
using a regular toilet for her faeces, so that Susan would be able to have
that opportunity with the girls.  Since the children were on 4-day
rotations, it meant the children alternated each Saturday.  That gave Susan
a chance to brown the both of them.

   The first use of Amanda's mouth almost killed poor Susan, who came so
hard afterwards that she was actually doubled over with cramps.  Every
Saturday Susan would stay the night, which Donna facilitated by putting a
larger bed in Amanda's room.  Donna would go to sleep with the that night's
toilet girl, and Susan would take the other girl.  Come Sunday morning that
child usually didn't rise until nearly noon given how late she had been
kept up pleasuring Susan with her mouth.

   A month later, Donna was sitting in her easy chair reading the Saturday
paper with young Amanda's head busy under her skirt.  Hearing a noise
outside, Donna looked up to see a moving truck pull up to the house next
door.  It had been recently sold, and she was wondering who would be moving
in.  She wouldn't have to wonder much longer, as a van drove up and a small
family exited the vehicle.  Her eyes widened when she saw a gorgeous
youngster not more than five years old.

   "Beautiful..." she said with a sly smile as she got up to introduce
herself to her new neighbours.

   The end

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