The Mother, the Teacher, their Daughter

By Ness

Prologue

The packed room vibrated to the noise of loud dance music. They had already agreed upon the intended target: a tall, athletic guy that stood at the bar with his fellow travelers had been looking over his shoulder at the two attractive women sitting together at one of the disco's tables that surrounded the heaving dance floor. The woman with long, dark hair made for the exit to grab a taxi. Her lover, still sitting, pulled up her skirt and uncrossed her legs, so that the intended 'donor' would see her shaved cunt. Message delivered, she got up and headed towards the back of the large room, her eyes beckoning him to follow her out to the corridor and the toilets.

She looked back and saw him approach - message received.

Waiting for him to catch up by the ladies door, she stood admiring his fit body, then grabbed his hand and pushed the door open, leading him into one of the empty cubicles. Standing against the wall her legs apart, she lifted her skirt. He would have to be blind not to get the point of her offer. He undid his zipper and pulled out a fat hardening cock. She watched the proud member grow to its good full size and waited for it to push into her moist canal. He stepped in; the tip of his cock rubbed along her pussy lips seeking the warm entrance and gently pushed her sex. His lips came to kiss hers but she turned her face away. She could not allow such intimacy. She knew she would never see him again once his seed was safely deposited inside; instead she put her mouth close to his ear.

Unlike previous donors, he was a gentle lover. But time was running out. She needed one thing and one thing only, her true love waited outside. She spoke in his ear, her words were pure filth. She told him that she told her woman lover to fuck off. She asked him if he enjoyed shagging a lesbian. Would he like to make her 'straight'?

She could feel his cock expanding getting ready to fire its load of fresh, hot semen. She pushed him further, egging him on, saying that her lover wanted her to go into a circle of people on the dance floor so she could piss on her whilst others watched. She asked him if he would like to piss on her. She felt the hot jets of his cum flood into her. Job completed.

She had enjoyed the sex with this stranger, unlike the others who rammed into her and fucked for their own glory. She would not have objected to a second fuck, but he was already spent, his cock deflated and fell out. She bent down to remove an object discretely from her bag and pushed into her sopping hole, trapping his precious juice. She handed him money and told him to get the drinks whilst she tidied herself. He turned and left. She waited a moment till he was buried in the middle of the swelling crowd before heading out into the night, and into the arms of her lover and returned to their hotel. Next day they would fly home.

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Part one

Jackie was busy in the kitchen on this warm, sunny Wednesday morning, preparing breakfast. The table was prepared with packets of cereals, jug of milk, dishes sitting atop of small plates that would be used for the toast. Marmalade and jam sat idly side by side.

The percolator chugged and the sound of a pair of feet thudded down the stairs. Jackie knew the ritual, a steady beat of ten steps then a louder thud, a moment's gap, then her daughter's appearance at the kitchen table.

"One of these days you will fall when you jump those last few steps".

"Good morning to you too, mum!"

Jackie stood to appraise the girl as she moved across the room towards her for their morning embrace. Fully dressed, Jackie stood with open arms. Her face already made-up, except for the lip gloss that she will apply whilst sitting in the many traffic queues she faced each day as she drove to work. Angela reached up and looped her arms around her Mother's neck, forcing Jackie to bend down as their lips met in a soft, but brief kiss.

"Let's try that again - only properly this time", her Mother said softly. She bent lower to meet her daughter's parting lips, both sets of arms pulled their body's closer, tongues probed, dueling for space. It was no competition. Sighs of lust passed between them as their lips separated. Jackie's tongue now sensed the bitter taste of her only child's morning piss.

"That tasted strong." Jackie smiled back.

"Not as strong as yours." Angela responded.

They smiled again as Angela took her seat at the table and began pouring cereals into the bowl then the milk and sugar.

Jackie leaned back against the worktop looking down at the much younger mirror image of herself. Angela, her angel as she regards her, is 12 years old, her face encircled by long dark hair that was brushed straight over delicate ears then flowed down over the shoulders, all neatly held by a bright red hair band. Her blue eyes shone under dark eyebrows, against the soft cream skin. Jackie sighed as she admired Angela's beauty. She was her angel in more ways than looks.

Angela sat concentrating on her breakfast, finished with cereal, a slim arm reached out and picked up a slice of toast and started to butter it. Her mother started pouring the freshly brewed coffee into the mugs that sat on the worktop, then carried the hot beverages over to the table and sat down.

"Here you are, sweetheart…… Now you haven't forgotten I am in a meeting today, have you?"

"No Mum," came a bored reply, "you have mentioned it every day this week".

"Well I am reminding you again so that if I am not home at the usual time, you won't start to panic, that's all."

Angela sighed. "I'm not child anymore. I can look after myself if you're late, you know."

"Well that's OK then isn't it? I can stop worrying about all the things that could go wrong. Can't I?"

Angela knows what worries her Mum and decided not to make any more of the point about her growing up. She loved her Mum with all her heart and there was nothing they would not do to each other. That goes to show just how much love there is between them, only these things are done in private.

Their beautiful house was located in a quiet, leafy cul-de-sac, one of only twelve houses, each similar in size, but all slightly different in design. Originally there were five bedrooms, but a few years ago, Jackie hired builders to change the rooms upstairs, reducing the number of bedrooms from five to three much larger rooms, each with their own luxury en-suite. Angela's room had all the things a young girl would ever need - a large, walk-in wardrobe with fitted drawers and shoe racks, plenty of shelves around the walls for her collection of soft toys, games and books. Her own computer stood on a desk with a leather swivel chair that she used for schoolwork. She had satellite TV, DVD, and video plus loads of extra space. She was self-contained. In fact, the whole house had been converted and modernized since her mother bought it fifteen years ago.

Jackie was in her mid forties and owned a successful chain of local beauty parlors. Today's meeting was with the store managers of the fourteen branches, called into discuss the launch of their own range of beauty treatments under the name of Angel Dust. Angela liked that name; it was another sign of their special relationship.

Jackie appraised her daughter as she rose from the table. She looked divine wearing the uniform of the public school Angela attended. The promise of today being a hot one, school rules permitted the traditional white blouse, tan pleated skirt, and the white socks could be worn without the school blazer. However, the brown hat stays. She knew in her heart that Angela would be fine. After all, the school's Principal also lived in the cul-de-sac, in a house that was bequeathed to the school from a generous and grateful former pupil who had died many years ago.

"Give me another kiss before I go to work."

Angela knew every day started this way and looked forward to the ritual. They kissed more passionately this time. Jackie's hands moving across the young blossoming girl she was embracing. Her fingers rolled across Angela's developing breasts, just mounds under the cotton blouse, held by her training bra. They responded to being touched and petted, the puffy nipples hardened, sending messages of pleasure. Jackie's tongue pushed its way into the small mouth, exploring even deeper than before. The kiss ended softly.

"I'm going upstairs for a while before I call round for Lacey. Hope all goes well today, Mum."

"Thank you, darling. Could you put the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher for me? And don't forget to clean your teeth."

The only sound was of young feet running upstairs.

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Megan Hancock was in her bedroom sitting in front of her dresser applying make-up. She was already dressed for the day, deciding to wear a bright blue skirt with matching shoes with a small, V-neck blouse with printed red roses and green leaves and stems. She stood to admire herself in the long mirror that stood by the bedroom window in its own solid oak frame and stand. As she turned her head, trying to get an all-around view, she saw her lover's Blue BMW pull out of the drive and into the road. She knew instinctively that it would be 8am, and Jackie was on her way to work.

They first met nearly fifteen years ago. Megan was an English teacher at Croxall's Public School and had recently been widowed. A drunken driver took her husband's life. They did not have children of their own, so Megan threw herself into hard graft over the ensuing years, rising to Head of English, then Deputy Principal. Jackie had never been married, but was already set on her plans to develop a chain of beauty parlors that catered for the wealthy. Megan knew 'wealthy' through the parents that could afford to send their offspring to Croxall's.

Her determined efforts on gaining promotion left her looking tired and pale. She had shut out dating. In fact, she had shut out men. Then one day she looked into a mirror and did not recognize what stared back. It was time she went and did something about her looks and went to a local beauty parlor. It was here that she first met Jackie who then had the one shop. They became friends, then intimate friends and now lovers. Their relationship was, and still is, a very closely guarded secret.

A few years later into their relationship, Megan knew that she wanted to be closer to her lover. That meant nothing less than becoming the Principal of Croxall's and moving into this grand house that came with the position, and sat a few hundred yards away from the source of her love and affection.

Megan admired her looks. Not having experienced childbirth, her figure looked terrific for a woman in her mid forties. Firm 38C breasts, trim waist, rounded hips and backside atop of slim tanned legs. She bent over and pulled the hem of her skirt above the waist to admire the new pants she had put on today. She whistled a wolf whistle to herself. "You had better watch out, Jackie" she said and blew a kiss into the mirror.

Finally she brushed her long black hair before fixing it with a rose designed hair clip. Taking one final look in the mirror, she decided that being the principal of the leading public school in the region did not mean you had dress in dull clothes, with your hair in a bun, held together by pins. "Who knows?" she thought, maybe my dress style is part of the reason they accepted my application. It certainly had not done any harm to the waiting list of parents deciding that Croxall's was 'The' place to send your children to.

Another quick glance out of the window, and Megan saw Angela rushing out into the street, a breeze of flowing hair on her way round to meet Lacey before the two girls walked to school. It would not pay for Megan to offer the girls a lift into school, except on those days when the weather was foul. Being called "teacher's pet" was a common form of hate expressed between rival pupils in the schoolyard. Being called "Principal's Pet" would be far worse in Megan's estimation. She walked out of the bedroom and headed downstairs to collect the various bags and books of her trade and headed out to the garage.

Megan stood by her car and surveyed the cloudless morning sky and her life. Both were perfect, and with only three days remaining before half term, a well-earned break was just over the horizon. Megan smiled to herself before she climbed into the car and headed off. "It could not get any better." She said aloud.

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Jackie turned her car into the salon's reserved parking space. Traffic had been its usual crawl in places, but she was in good time to make final preparations. The meeting was scheduled for nine thirty but already she could hear the excited chatter of gathering managers and could smell the fresh coffee as she climbed the stairs. Nearing the top, Jackie felt a twinge in the pit of her stomach. Knowing exactly what this meant she turned into the ladies toilets at the end of the landing, emerging a few minutes later feeling more comfortable than when she went in.

Two glass doors marked the entrance to her company. She was greeted by Shirley, who ran the office.

"Morning, ladies. My, aren't we keen to get started this morning?" Jackie stopped just inside the reception area to look at those who had already arrived. Jackie had chosen to wear a formal suit in navy blue for the occasion, just to reinforce the message as to who is boss in these parts. The skirt was cut above the knee to show off her healthy, tanned legs without giving too much away. Her blouse was pale blue and fastened up to the left of center. A small amount of cleavage was revealed to show that even bosses have a feminine side. Necklace and earrings added the final touches.

Eight other women stood around the room and nodded a reply to her greeting. Jackie continued. "Good, I can smell the coffee's all ready, so how about we all grab a cup and take it into the meeting room and have a good old 'girlie chat'?"

Jackie led the way, knowing that Shirley would bring 'The Boss' a coffee into the meeting room as she took her place at the head of the table. The others filed in and took places round the table near to where conversation could take place without shouting. Jackie sat and watched to see who would sit with whom. It pays to observe the power game being played out. Those not here yet would have to take second choice. Now Jackie tried to sort out the genuine promotion seekers from the arse lickers.

At nine thirty the meeting got underway and Jackie stood to give a short introductory speech. This would be followed by an audio-visual presentation that explained what the products were called and what they did, but most here in the room knew much about that. A coffee break followed by a question and answer session. After lunch, representatives from the manufacturer would explain how these products are made and give any technical help, and a marketing company would show them the display materials and merchandising racks that would be dispatched.

There was an atmosphere of excitement that Jackie relished, everyone sat and watched the large plasma screen as the presentation unfurled. Heads nodded in agreement at certain points where Jackie knew customer research had identified faults and misconceptions. These were all ironed out. They were on a winner and soon the world will find out.

Shortly after 11am, proceedings were adjourned for coffee and biscuits. Toni and Sheila, who were not present when Jackie arrived this morning, came over and congratulated her on what thus far had been a very successful meeting. Jackie looked over to Shirley and mouthed the words 'arse lickers', then smiled mischievously thinking, "If only they knew…" She hoped Shirley did not comprehend her private joke. Jackie wondered around the room for a few minutes, taking time to speak to each of the managers before heading out into the corridor and towards the ladies' room. Down the hall she saw Shirley sorting out the day's mail on the reception desk.

Shirley spoke first. "I saw you sorting out the wheat from the chaff in there," she looked up smiling like a Cheshire cat.

"It always pays to know thy enemy". Jackie replied, equally amused at the in-house joke. The phone rang and Jackie saw Shirley pick it up and answer "Good morning, Blossom Courts, may I help you?"

Jackie had reached the glass doors when Shirley called.

"Jackie quick, it's Croxall school. Something's wrong with Angela."

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Numerous people had gathered in the Principal's study around the very distraught Angela who, having calmed down from her hysteria, was still crying and confused.

Earlier her class was being shown a video on sex education, using real people. It was always a part of the school's curriculum but parents were given to option to refuse their child exposure to such things. The school thought that the earlier students began learning about sex, the less likely they would take risks in later years. The video was quite explicit and it was early on during its screening when the male genitals were in full exposure that Angela went off her head. All classrooms have a panic button that would sound an alarm in the staff room so that any available teacher could go and assist. The alarm also sounded in the school's nurse's office and of course in Megan's.

"OK, OK people, let's try and get things under control." Turning, the school's nurse, Megan, added, "Jane can you take Angela to your surgery, she's obviously had a shock at something - Peter would you mind helping Jane?"

Megan's hand was on her forehead in puzzlement. "Janet, perhaps a good strong sweet tea would help, can you take one down to Angela please?" It was not a request, it was a polite order.

Jane and Peter moved to Angela's side and took her by the arms. Jane wrapped an arm over the poor girl's shoulders and gently the three off them made their way out of the door and into the corridor followed closely by Janet, the school's secretary.

When they had gone, the room fell into silence and Megan turned to Sandra Hatcher, the schoolteacher.

"Bloody hell, Sandra", Megan said softly, "I've never known a reaction like that before to the video. What do you think made Angela go off like that?"

Sandra sat at one of the chairs opposite the Principal's desk, her head bowed. "I have no idea. As per our rules, I stood up in front of the class and explained what was to happen and repeated that anyone who felt they did not wish to see this video can leave the classroom and report to the library. There being no murmur, I started talking about the film, how it was made under strict supervision of the Department of Education etc, then switched on the video. Nothing in the routine prior to showing the video had been altered. I am just as bewildered as you as to why Angela reacted the way she did."

There was a knock at the door and Janet entered. "Ms. Hancock, I've contacted her Mother, who is on her way now."

"Thank you Janet. Would you mind keeping an eye out for her arrival and then bring her straight here to my office?"

Janet nodded and left, pulling the door quietly till it shut.

Megan looked at her watch, then back to Sandra. "Right, that gives us twenty five to thirty minutes before Angela's mother arrives. Is there anything, anything at all no matter how small you think, that you could tell me about this incident that may shed some light on the matter?"

Sandra looked pensive.

"Sandra, whatever you say will not leave this room." Meagan said in a low serious tone.

"Well she seemed fine, in fact they all did. Angela's composure changed when she saw the young man's erection then started screaming at the scene where they showed actual penetration."

Megan nodded as if some how she had realized what all this was about, but could not let on.

"Anything else you can think of, Sandra?"

"No Megan, I am as stumped as you are. Will there be an enquiry?"

"No doubt I shall hear from some parents, but as for an enquiry, I'll have to look into what the cause was when Angela feels more her normal self and tries to explain to me what happened. As for your role in this affair, you have no need to worry. You followed our guidance on this matter to the letter. Do you intend to show the remaining parts of the film to the class?"

"I'll ask the class first but perhaps on second thought I'll leave it till we know more about what upset Angela. If she feels better later perhaps we can try again as a class to show it right through without interruption."

"Excellent idea, Sandra. If there is nothing more, I had better check on Angela's progress before her Mother arrives."

Sandra nodded, acknowledging her return to the classroom and left.

Janet walked into the study as the door was closing. "I've bought you a cuppa too. You look as you need a drink."

"Thank you, Janet. Oh, by the way, when Angela's mother arrives, offer her a cup of tea or coffee. If she refuses, so be it. But when she is in this room, please ensure we are not disturbed."

"No problem, Principal."

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Jackie rushed to her car and drove off, dialing the office number from her mobile.

"Shirley. Yes it me. Look, can you hang onto the girls and apologize to them for me. Yes, that sounds good…. Take them out to lunch as planned. Yep that's right, the people from Carter's can do through their bit without my help. OK……… Yes, great. Thanks I don't know what I would do without you. ……….. When I get any news I'll let you know………… Yeah I'm sure it's nothing too serious………… Okay, gotta rush. Bye." Jackie ended the call.

Eventually the long grey stone wall revealed its turrets that marked the entrance gates to the school. Jackie turned in and followed the gravel drive watching school children on lush green playing fields practicing sports until she reached the wide fountain that sent traffic in one direction up the main school entrance. Visitor spaces were empty as she parked and Janet was already on her way down the stone stairs to greet her.

"Ms. Simmons, will you follow me? We are to go straight to the Principal's office. Can I get you refreshments?"

Jackie smiled at the use of the word. The English spoken here was 'snobby', and out of tune to the rest of the world, but she knew what was meant.

"I'll love a coffee if that's not putting you to any trouble." Jackie replied using posh English herself. Both women smiled at each other, acknowledging the game being played.

Janet led the way, although she need not have bothered. Jackie knew her way round the school, but that was not common knowledge, especially to Janet.

Janet knocked, and then opened the door for Jackie to enter the Principal's office.

"Hello, Jackie." Megan stood. "That will be all, thanks Janet". The door closed quietly behind them.

Angela, hearing her Mother's name, jumped up from a chair by the window and ran over. Her face was tear-streaked, her eyes red-rimmed, but she was smiling now as she fell into her Mother's open arms.

"I'm so sorry, Mummy. I couldn't help it, honest. I hope you are not angry with me for ruining your important meeting". Her speech was rushed and broken by soft sobs. She wrapped her arms around her Mother and held on tightly.

Jackie stroked her angel's hair. "Don't you worry, sweetheart. Nothing is that important where you are concerned. Just you try and remember that for me, OK?"

"OK Mum". They stood still. A knock on the door signaled that Jackie's coffee was ready, and Janet entered, putting down the tray on the main desk, and then she turned and left.

Jackie looked around the room. Megan looked lovely, and then she saw Jane rising from a chair.

"Ms. Simmons" Jane said. "Whatever upset your daughter seems to have passed. I…sorry, I meant we, think that it would be best for Angela to go home and perhaps take a few days off school and return after the half term break." Jane looked towards Megan for support.

"Angela," Jackie whispered, "does that sound alright you?"

"I am sure I'll be better tomorrow, Mummy. Who would look after me anyway?"

"I would of course, silly."

"But what about your work?"

"I am sure Shirley can handle things for a few extra days, and besides if you are up to it you can come into the office with me. Shirley has not seen you since Christmas."

"I think that is a great idea" Megan broke in. "Jane, how about you take Angela to collect her things and wait with her by her mother's car. I'll have a quick word with Ms. Simmons whilst she drinks her coffee".

"That's fine, Principal. Come on young lady, you're with me."

Moments later, Jackie and Megan were alone.

Megan walked around her desk to face her lover. Jackie walked towards her, pushing her against a book cabinet and kissed her hard on the mouth. Megan responded by pulling her head hard against hers, forcing lips together and crushing them, tongues seeking refuge at the back of their throats, nasal passages blocked by each other's soft cheeks, air gulped down as lips fought over possession. Megan's hands moved to the front of Jackie's blouse, fumbling with excitement. She undid several buttons to get into her bra and rub her firm, round tits. Nipples stood hard against the palm of her hand and it brushed across the soft flesh. Cupping a breast, she held it as though her hand was a weighing scale, deciding how much meat was there.

Jackie's response was immediate. She dropped her arms, their faces parting from the pressure of the kiss. Air returned to their lungs, and free hands now dove to the hem of Megan's skirt, lifting it as one hand went further on to the inside of her warm, fresh thigh, traveling north until the touch of soft cotton fabric announced that a wet cunt was not far away. Pressing aside the material, Jackie plunged three fingers without ceremony into the wetness, and up into Megan's womanhood. They sought more of each other, thrusting and groping areas that gave pure pleasure. Their breathing was heavy, lust and passion had taken control and risked getting out of hand. The risk of being discovered, exposed as the lovers they are, hung in the air.

Jackie's head moved onto Megan's neck, raining kisses up and down, her fingers still thrusting in and out of a cunt that was now moving on its on accord.

"Oh Megan, I have missed you so much. My project is nearly done and I cannot wait to spend my time with you, doing the things we do, over and over again. I am truly sorry, my love, for not being able to spend the time with you I had wished. You understand, don't you my darling?"

Megan could only pant her response. She had missed her lover and felt a twinge of jealousy that her affections could be so easily blanked out.

Jackie spoke again. "I have something special for you, something I know you will love." Then she moved away from her lover towards the edge of the large desk. She raised cum-soaked fingers to her mouth and sucked noisily, making an exhibition of the fact that Megan's cunt tasted so delicious. Jackie lifted her skirt and stood with her legs apart. Her hands went down to the gusset of her pants and pulled it to one side, her eyes never leaving the face of her lover. She pouted as her hand tugged a string that was hanging from her cunt lips and pulled.

"This is for you my love. Our love is so deep our bodies cannot produce anything to waste, we want it all, and we give it all."

Megan stood and watched the tampon rise in the air. Taking Jackie's hand, Megan gently pulled the hand towards her opening mouth, readying itself to receive this gift. Her mouth closed around the object and gently began to suck and lick the tampon's fluids that other women reject. Careful not to suck so hard as to remove the fabric, her face beamed of love at this gift.

Jackie sat on the edge of the desk. Blood had already trickled onto her legs, for she was in heavy flow during the first days of coming on. She parted her legs so Megan could watch for any fresh, new material.

Megan's hand went down between her own legs and rubbed furiously at her swollen clit. She was in total abandonment, locked in her own world that had been denied for two months as the pressure of Jackie's work took over. She would have screamed out, but the blood-soaked tampon muffled her cries. Only her eyes gave away the fact she was cumming, and cumming hard, and then she fell forwards into the arms of her lover before falling to her knees, her head resting between Jackie's smooth thighs.

Jackie stroked her lover's hair, her touch light and caressing, reassuring her that things between them were unchanged. They held onto each other whilst waiting for Megan's orgasm to subside. Actions spoke louder than words, and no words were spoken.

Jackie eventually tapped Megan on her head, the signal given that this moment had passed, and that reality demanded they return to what they were, head of a school and Mother that had a daughter waiting to be taken home. Jackie stood up straight, re-buttoned her blouse, and straightened her hair. Megan saw a patch of blood that had settled on her lover's thigh and licked it clean.

Megan stood and removed the tampon, opening a drawer in the desk. The item was placed in an envelope for safe disposal. She smiled then ran her tongue over her smudged lipstick.

"You need to rinse out that mouth." Jackie laughed "You have strings of blood and other shit running across your front teeth." She had inserted a fresh tampon and pulled her pants back across her sensitized cunt lips.

"Have I?" Megan replied, then moved towards a cabinet, opened its door and pulled out a bottle of American ginger ale. Removing the top, she took a big swig, holding the bubbling liquid as though she was gargling. She swallowed the mixture and smiled.

Jackie approved, the fizzing bubbles had done their bit and removed the waste plus left her breath fresh and untainted.

Both women checked themselves in a mirror.

"I love you, Jackie, with everything I have."

"I know Megan, these past years have not been easy for you since Angela arrived, and I love you as much as my own flesh and blood." Her words were carefully chosen, to convey that Angela was equal in her eyes. Megan understood their meaning.

"Speaking of Angela" Megan whispered, "I have good reason to believe that her upset today was a reaction to something she discovered about herself, something that kicked in as she was watching that video. When you get home don't put her under any pressure, I am sure she will come to you and explain, but she needs time to work it out in her own mind first."

"Thank you, Megan." Jackie turned and kissed Megan softly, then made her way back to the car. She thanked Jane, who was sitting with Angela on the school steps, for all she had done, and then drove off with a wave.

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If Jackie had turned left out of the school gates, their journey home would have taken minutes, as the school and their home were on the outskirts of town. Jackie turned right and headed into the small town center and pulled onto the car park of Prince of Wales, known for its good food and drink.

"Come on lets get something to eat - I'm starving."

Angela smiled shyly. Having ordered their food and drinks, they sat in a beautiful area away from the main bar that was specially designated for parents with children. Jackie wondered about the word 'Parents', her thoughts going back to Angela's distress and whether not having a male influence, a father figure, had in some way contributed to Angela's outburst. She put those negative thoughts out of her head and chatted to Angela about the day's meeting and how well it was going.

"Now don't you worry about a thing, sweetheart. We must look forward. We'll go home after we have finished here and you can change your clothes and do whatever you wish." Jackie put her arm across her daughter's shoulder "How about we take advantage of this sunny day, get some well deserved R & R, and top up our fading tans?"

Angela took her Mother's hand in hers and squeezed it. Her smile was bright but contrived. She wanted to say things, but this was not the time or the place. Jackie saw that in her daughter's eyes. Beyond the reddened rims, the rich blue had lost it gleam; there was confusion and sadness. The approaching waitress, who had brought the meals over to the table, broke the look. They ate and chatted, but both knew that more lay hidden beneath the surface.

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The pupils and staff had an hour for lunch. In the school dining hall, long tables ran the length of the long room. Pupils formed their own groups of friends who they preferred to sit, eat, and chat with. Teaching staff had their own table at which they took their meals, but could also mingle with pupils. It helped to keep a closer bond between adults and the children in their care. Croxall's was a select school of 300 or so pupils ranging in age from eleven or twelve to sixteen/seventeen, then they would go to University. Even the older age groups had to wear the regulatory school uniform. Some were full time borders from wealthy parents who lived across the UK or abroad. The room soon filled with the noise of wagging tongues as the pupils took their seats.

Megan kept an eye out for one girl in particular, Lacey, and spotted her in line, selecting her meal from the serving counter.

She was a pretty girl who moved to England with her English lawyer father and American computer programmer mother three years ago. They were fed up of the constant re-building to their Florida home caused by annual hurricanes, which terrified the young girl. The weather here was not as hot and often wetter and colder, but it was a much safer place to live. Her soft rounded face was covered in freckles surrounded by short, red, wavy hair. She was a nervy creature and did not mix easily with others in her group, except Angela. They had formed a strong kinship at school and at home. Sparkling white teeth in a full, smiling mouth greeted Megan as she approached.

Megan approached the lovely girl quietly. "Lacey, do you mind if I join you?" She paused, "Only I just wanted to ask if you have noticed anything different with Angela lately. You know, you two being so close, I just wondered." Her words trailed off.

Lacey's face reddened. "A bit of guilt, something to hide," Megan thought to herself, trying hard not to notice the blushing cheeks. Lacey's nervousness could never remain hidden, as it had caused several embarrassments in the past.

"Come on Lacey, let's find somewhere we can sit."

Finding a relatively quiet spot at one of the long tables, Megan knew that she had only a few moments to speak without being overheard.

"Will Ange be all right?" It was Lacey's term and her face showed concern.

"She'll be fine Lacey don't you worry, but I am perplexed as to why she reacted that way in front of the whole class. It was out of character and it will be helpful to get some kind of insight as to the cause. You are her best friend and I just wondered if you might know what could be bothering her." Megan paused. "Of course I don't want you to tell me anything that may threaten your friendship." Megan flashed a bright smile at the young beauty.

They ate a while to give Lacey time to think about the request and form a reply.

Her small voice could just be heard above the din. "Miss, she did say that she was getting fed up with one of the boys in class. She told me she thought he was a right arsehole."

Megan smiled at the use of the swear word.

"Did she really say that? Megan asked.

"Sort of."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Lacey sucked on her lower lip as she considered her next move, and then moved her head so as to whisper in the principal's ear. "Her actual words were 'fucking arsehole.'"

Megan looked at the girl and burst out laughing. "I think we best keep that a secret, don't you Lacey?"

Lacey laughed too, relieved at not getting a telling off.

Megan decided to change the subject and asked about Lacey's plans for the forth-coming half-term holidays. They chatted away like friends until lunch was eaten, and then Lacey went outside to join her classmates on the sun-soaked playing fields.

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Angela rushed through the open door to the control panel, tapped in the four-digit code to disable the security alarm, and then ran upstairs.

"Angela. I have to make a few phone calls. I'll be in my study if you need anything. I won't be long before I join you on the terrace. Would you like another drink?"

"Fine, thanks Mum." The response shouted to carry from her room upstairs.

Thirty minutes had passed before Jackie emerged on the sun filled terrace. Angela was already lying on one of the sun beds; naked as the day she was born. The only items worn were a pair of dark sunglasses and a set of earphones connected to her CD player that sat on the table between the sun beds.

Jackie removed her beach gown, revealing her stunning figure. The terrace was completely private from prying eyes, and this is how Mother and daughter would spend their time in the sun. Unless, of course, they were expecting guests, and then swimsuits would have to be worn. She looked down at the prone young body next to her, noticing that her head was bobbing to some invisible tune from the CD, her arms lay by her sides, and her legs spread open.

Jackie admired the swelling of tender young breasts and hoped that by the end of the process, Angela's tits would grow to become a firm 36C like her own.

Angela turned her head to look at her Mother and pulled an earplug free. "What did you say, Mum?"

I said, "Do you need any sun cream?"

"No I'll be all right, thanks. Besides, I love the feeling of the sun on my cunt."

Jackie didn't flinch at hearing the word "cunt" pass her daughter's lips. She would have worried if she had said anything different. There was no girl talk between them. No words like pussy or slit used. They had cunts. That's what they were and that's what they would be called.

"My cunt is poorly" Jackie pouted the words as she stood in front of Angela and parted her legs revealing the tampon's string.

She had Angela's full attention now "You didn't say this morning." She said as she removed her glasses and headset.

"It started as I climbed the stairs at work."

"You had better bring that cunt here and I'll kiss it better for you."

Angela adjusted the backrest so that now she was lying flat. Jackie walked over to the sun bed and knelt with one knee either side of Angela's head. Angela placed her arms on her mother's firm thighs tracing a path to the sun-kissed buttocks, gently pulling them towards her waiting mouth.

Jackie stroked her daughter's fine hair as she leaned down, her other hand pulled the tampon free.

"Here it comes, my darling."

"Yes Mummy, let me eat you. Let us taste the taste from the core of womanhood."

The tampon was already in Jackie's mouth. A gush of blood and stringy womb lining fell from her cunt lips and was suspended over Angela's eager mouth. The blood dripped landing on Angela's top lip, before her mouth moved slightly to catch the next drops on her young, sensitive tongue. A large blood clot was making its way slowly down the dark blue stringy waste, but stopped halfway down. Angela pulled on her arms to raise her head from the bed. She could feel the warm menstrual waste curl on her tongue, her lips clamped to her Mother's cunt and she sucked, bringing the waste to the back of her mouth.

Jackie let out a long moan of pleasure - so few women enjoyed sexual acts of such intense intimacy. Gently, she lowered her hips, pushing her daughter's head back down against the sun bed. Angela was slurping down the gory mess. It was an act of pure love in her eyes and she hoped that it would not be long before her periods started, and then their roles would be reversed.

The flow of cunt waste had slowed, and Angela's tongue went in search of more. Probing and licking her Mother's thick cunt lips, her tongue eased its way into the true heart of womanhood. Her passion enflamed, Angela lapped and probed. Her mouth and chin damp with saliva, blood, and cunt juice. As she serviced her mother, she thought about today's earlier events.

She shook at the thought of the young man's prick, erect and wrinkly, its pistoning up and down inside the woman's cunt. The cushioned thudding sound as body met body - hips onto hips. She could never allow that, could never give up the sensations her mother had taught her. Angela realized that she had discovered the cause of her distress. She did not want to lose what she considered rightfully hers. This is not a normal way of lovemaking, but that was their choice. Angela knew the shape of her future, what she wanted and was not prepared to give it up, no matter what. The dye had been cast. She had been taught the true meaning of love.

Jackie was on fire. Her lust was raised earlier back in the Principal's study, and then dampened, she knew now she could let go and blast her lover with cum, her own daughter. How could things like this not happen all over the world? Maybe they did, for all she knew. The tampon would not give up any more of the sweet waste and was discarded. Now Jackie could really get into rhythm.

Holding Angela's head more firmly now, Jackie ground and mashed her cunt onto the girl's face. The great outdoors was no place for loud cries of lust; the sound would carry beyond the high fences that surrounded the large garden. Jackie kept the volume low as she cried her love calls. Terms of endearment meant for no other, and certainly for no man.

Her orgasm was approaching. Angela sensed the slowing, but more controlled rhythm in her Mother's thrusts. Soon cunt lips pressed hard against her mouth and nose would rise as her Mother went over the edge, her cunt inches from her face blasting her with everything it could muster. Sensing the tightening of arse cheeks in her hands, she knew the final phase was upon them. Suddenly the downward force on her face would disappear and Angela opened her mouth to catch what she could.

Jackie let out her last muffled cry, and then felt the unique feeling of wave after wave of muscle contraction and relief pumping from her depths. She held her position as she rocked with spasm after spasm. She was covered in sweat from the sun's heat. The feeling of losing balance soon followed and Jackie put her hands down on the firm surface of the sun bed to take her weight. Minutes passed as her body adjusted itself. Blood was returning to her muscles, bringing back their strength. Her breathing was still hard and labored.

She moved down the bed, still on her knees. Angela's face was a mass of color, mainly red, various shades of blue and a clear cream that gleamed in the sunlight, her cum juice.

Angela's hands had moved to her face, spreading the mixture over her fair skin, blood caked fingers entered her mouth for cleaning.

Jackie's composure now restored, she lay down next to her glowing angel. Angela turned onto her side and moved more to the edge of the bed to give her mother space so they could lay together side-by-side. Jackie took her role of mother seriously. She gently cradled Angela's face, bringing her face close enough to touch, and then her tongue licked the soft, tender lips. Like a mother cat cleaning a newly born kitten, licking away the mucus and blood from its fur, Jackie lapped at the gory mess. Slowly Jackie's licking moved across the mouth then cheeks, nose and eyes till every trace of their sexual encounter had been removed, sucked into her own mouth, savored and devoured.

Angela lay quietly, moving her head so that all corners could be reached and cleansed. Her hands were busy fondling her mother's tits, scooping them up and letting them fall under their own weight. Caressing, pinching and kneading, she had become an expert on the ways of stimulating a woman. It was working as she heard the changing patterns in her mother's breathing.

Jackie shifted position, her work done. Hands that had rubbed her tits moved onto her shoulders and pushed them down, signaling that Angela wanted her mother to lie on her back. Angela turned so that she was on top.

Moving down between her Mother's legs, it was Angela's turn to clean. Starting on the inside thighs, she licked her way up to her Mother's hard clit, taking it in between soft lips. She sucked hard, pulling it clear of its fleshy pink hood. Slim fingers ran up and down puffy cunt lips, a sure sign of her mother's aroused state. Three fingers pushed passed the entrance, four and finally Angela's hand pushed into the hot, juicy cunt. Up and down it traveled, fingers turned into a ball, a proper fist fucking. As her arm came out on the backward stroke, so came the blood mixed with a generous amount of her mother's nectar. Angela looked up and saw her mother's face, etched with pleasure. Her arms gripping the sides of the sun bed lest she should fall off, Angela shifted position for greater access.

Jackie pulled her legs back, her puckered blood and cunt juice soaked anus in full view. Angela could now push deeper, right to the source of her being brought into this world. Her fingers unfurled and sought the entrance to that holy place of woman. Two fingers had worked their way past the tight entrance of the cervix. More would follow.

Jackie was puffing and breathing in the way taught by mid wives during childbirth, her face beetroot red and her body rigid, trying to hold the pain and convert it to pleasure. She felt her cunt stretch wider as Angela's arm went in deeper, chasing the fingers. It would not be long now. Jackie's head was already thrashing from side to side. Four fingers were already in, and there was not enough time for the thumb. Jackie tried hard to suppress a scream as she burst into orgasm. She thrust her hips up and down trying desperately to help Angela squeeze the last digit through into her womb.

Angela's arm was being crushed in a pulsating storm of ripples. She marveled at the energy that went into a woman's orgasm. Is this the way for all women? Angela was still a virgin. It was something her mother insisted she did not take before her 16th birthday. Yet Angela was determined; being de-flowered was something she needed sooner. She would need to work a plan to make her Mother rip her through so she too could experience orgasms like this.

Jackie's body relaxed as Angela pulled out her blood and cum-coated limb. Admiring the sticky mess, she started her own cleaning process. The kitten had learned to clean itself.

Jackie had already fallen asleep, exhausted from their lovemaking. Angela lay on the sun bed next to the woman she loved more than life itself and closed her eyes. They slept side by side holding hands.

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The corridors suddenly filled with the sound of bells ringing, marking the end of another school day. Doors opened and the sound of feet and chatter replaced the tinny racket.

Megan's day was not over yet. All staff attended an end of day de-briefing meeting, an informal affair that took place in the staff room, to discuss things that happened during the day and help spot any signs of trouble.

Later back in her own office, Megan checked her desk, quickly looking through each drawer to find if there was anything she needed to be taking home. She picked up the envelope containing Jackie's tampon and placed it in her bag to play with later.

Locking her office, the only noise was that of cleaners working around the classrooms - brushes on wooden floors, mop buckets on castor wheels, rubbish bins being emptied.

Minutes later she arrived back at her house and walked straight into the kitchen, dumping her bag on the breakfast counter. At 5' 6" she had to stand on tiptoes to reach the shelf where she kept the glasses and picked one. Moving to the middle of the tiled floor, she lifted her skirt and pulled down her pants, now stained with dry cum from the finger fucking Jackie had given her. Kicking them into the air, they landed by a wall.

Taking the glass she placed its rim against her cunt and peed, filling the glass almost to the top with hot, yellow piss. Opening a drawer she found a clothes peg then picked up the envelope containing Jackie's gift. She lowered the tampon into the glass of piss, watching it swell as it absorbed more liquid, and then clamped the string onto the glass with the clothes peg. She watched as slowly the warm piss dissolved the blood, darkening the water further. She set the glass on the counter and would leave it a while to try and get as much out of the used tampon and into the piss as possible.

Satisfied, she turned and headed for the living room, found the TV and video remotes, and sat down on the settee, kicking off her shoes so she could put her feet up on its deep, luxurious cushions. The room had been warmed by the day's sun and she felt relaxed. Switching on the TV and starting the video, pictures taken of her last sexual encounter with Jackie filled the wide screen. The camcorder makes a note of the date that was displayed in the corner, but Megan already knew that it was recorded two months ago, or 56 days.

Megan raised her knees causing her skirt to fall into her lap. Pulling the material up further, Megan had free access to her smooth cunt, and then unbuttoned her blouse so that she had access to her tits. The action on the TV was heating up, and Jackie had just removed her long skirt. You could clearly see a day's worth of period flow that had run down her legs. It was dry and gamey in places and Megan mourned the fact that videos could not record smells, for that day the smell was pungent. The video was shot by Megan and the pictures showed the different views as Megan walked with the camera around her lover.

Jackie's cooing voice came through the speakers. "Look Megan, can you see how much blood and mess there is? I've not worn any sanitary products at all today and you know how heavy I bleed when I start."

The camera zoomed in on the inside of Jackie's spread thighs. "That's it, get a closer look, my love, see how some has dried and the fresh wet stuff is on top."

The zoom pulled back a bit and pointed straight at the source. Jackie's voice continued it soft tones. "I have got something hanging down, nice and fresh?" The camera zoomed in on the heavy strand hanging from Jackie's cunt lips. A finger came into view and scooped the vile waste. The picture jerked. Megan remembered losing her balance in her haste to step backwards to get more of Jackie's body into the viewer. The finger was above her tipped head, the strand hovering above Jackie's mouth, then slowly lowered and her lips encircled the digit. Jackie smiled back at the camera to show the bloody mucus lying across her tongue, before her mouth shut and the mess was swallowed. Again the view zoomed in.

Megan was caressing her breasts, stroking them, and pushing them together. She lifted them up and could just reach the swollen nipple with her tongue, provided she bent her head forward far enough. But this was not easily accomplished, and could not be sustained for long without getting a very sore neck. Megan lay back on the cushions, still massaging her breasts and looked back at the video.

"Come on my love, I am yours, everything a woman can give, I'll give to you. You don't need to ask, just help yourself."

"I want everything." Megan heard her own words, not for the first time.

"Then put that camera on its stand and come and take what you want."

The screen went blank momentarily, and then picture and sound were quickly restored. Jackie was now naked, lying much as Megan is now on the same settee. An old towel was seated under her arse and under that, but out of sight, a plastic sheet for further protection.

"Come on Megan, I've waited all day for this. To see your face when I undressed and show you what I have done to make this day special for you."

Jackie's hands came into view by the sides of her legs and moved around to her cunt lips. Pressing her fingertips on her labia, she pulled her hands back to her sides. Her cunt lips stretched and her vagina moved up. A long stream of blood emerged and ran down her cunt on its way to her arsehole.

"Ooh Megan, I can feel that running down me. It seems a lot. Come and get it whilst it is still warm, my love."

The camera shook a few times, finally settling into a wide view that captured Jackie's legs, cunt, and a bit of her torso.

A woman with long, dark hair moved in between Jackie's legs. Megan could not see her face, but she knew who it was. She was wearing a white tee shirt and jeans. Her white bra was visible underneath her clothes.

"That's it my love, take all you want. God, you are still dressed. You horny fucker, couldn't wait any longer could you? I'm glad you're dressed. I want to bleed on your white shirt. I want to see my blood soak right through to your breasts. I want to rub that blood into your pores. You dirty, lovely woman. That feels so good, your tongue licking my arse. Was it warm still?"

Megan was giving her cunt a serious rubbing. She was soaked, her fingers slopping in and out. Her attention was off the video, now concentrating on memory alone. One hand moved down to her tight arse that had collected cum juice. She jammed two fingers in without hesitation. Her hips bucked upwards, trying to find the perfect angle for deeper penetration, but her fingers were already buried in as far as they would go. Her breathing was heavy and she moaned freely, drowning out the video's soundtrack.

She rocked and bucked for another five minutes, the actions of her hands became more and more violent. She wanted it to hurt, but it would not do so. It just added to her intense pleasure. Her only release would be via orgasm. It was becoming a fight. Her muscles had tensed, making it difficult to maintain movement in her hands.

Up, up the hill, then finally she crashed down the other side, letting out a scream. She couldn't move, just lay there, waiting for her throbbing cunt to slow down. She felt a stream of cum run down towards her arse, but that would be collected by the skirt material underneath her. The ringing in her ears slowly evaporated and the video noise broke back into her brain. She looked over at the screen to see her lover licking her face clean.

A ringing phone interrupted Megan's idyllic state of relaxation. Her muscles groaned as she pushed her self upright and picked up the phone that sat on the small table next to the settee and zapped the TV off, plunging the room into silence.

"Croxall House" She paused "Oh hi Jackie, how's the patient?" she listened to her lover's voice.

"I am glad to hear that she is feeling more her normal self. Has she mentioned anything at all?…………A ha………….Good. Yes, I think that is the best idea… Okay then. Right-O, I'll let her tutors know so they can set up some work and I'll bring it round."

Megan paused. A silence hung between them, the two lovers. When she spoke next her voice was thin. "I miss you so much." Megan replaced the receiver. Tears were forming in her eyes. She stood up abruptly. "Oh, you stupid woman." she scolded herself, and she walked back into the kitchen. Looking at the glass, she could she the color of the mixture had darkened to a brownish orange. Fishing out the tampon, she squeezed what she could back into the glass. Opening the sliding doors, she walked out into the fading sun. She looked at the glass in her hand and said, "At least I can have something of yours tonight."

Raising the glass, she took a drink. "Cheers, my love."

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Jackie stared at the phone before cutting the call. The line had already gone dead and Jackie was concerned for her lover. She realized how much she missed Megan, but work and family came first at this time. She hoped Megan would understand, but her parting words cut to the bone.

She wasn't lying when she told Megan that Angela seemed back to her old self. She couldn't tell her how they spent the afternoon, because as she spoke Angela was between her mother's legs drinking her piss, and now was licking any drips from her cunt.

"That was naughty, Mummy."

"What?"

"You know, teasing Megan like that."

"I don't know to what you are referring, young lady."

Angela stood and winked. "My turn."

Jackie put her arms around her "Angel" and kissed her gently. "How do you want me, sweetheart?"

Angela stepped out of her Mother's embrace and lay on her back on the coffee table. They were both still naked and their bodies glowed, having caught the sun as they slept off their earlier fucking.

Jackie got down on her knees and waddled towards the young, fresh, pink cunt. It was so smooth, no cunt flaps had yet developed, just two round shaped edges the formed the entrance to her virgin slit.

Angela put her arms out to guide her to the right spot and held her gently against her slit. She relaxed letting her piss flow freely straight from her and into her mother. She loved the act. To both of them it was as natural as cracking eggs to make an omelet.

Being small, she could not store up as much in her bladder as her mother, but it was more than it was years ago.

Jackie had no problems swallowing the sweet bitter taste of her daughter's piss. She looked forward to the time when Angela would come home from the pub, her bladder bursting for release, and just walk into her room and drown her. Jackie's head swam with erotic thoughts of future encounters and the sweet, salty taste of her loving angel.

The flow stopped and they got up in an attempt to return to a more normal life.

"I think we should both go and have a shower then get supper ready."

"OK Mum."

Angela jumped up and ran towards the door leading to the hallway and stairs, narrowly missing the swinging arm of her mother as Jackie tried to administer a slap on the young girl's buttocks.

Angela poked her head back around the door, shouting, "Missed me!" poked her tongue out, and ran off laughing.

Jackie smiled to herself. "Little Madam." She sat down for a moment. She could not remember ever having to smack her daughter. Spanking was never considered as a means of lovemaking. What they did already, should it ever be discovered, was bad enough. Other lesbians would be totally disgusted at the thought of drinking their lover's piss not to mention period and shit eating. And, as for performing these dirty practices with your own daughter, Jackie shivered in ecstasy at the thought.

And there was Megan. When they first met, Megan's self-esteem was so low after the death of her husband. Was that the catalyst that pulled them together? But how did they discover their perverted ways of lovemaking? They had gotten away with it for years, even before Angela arrived. In fact, having a child was the only thing they argued over - Jackie for, Megan against. In the end they agreed that if Jackie wanted to experience being a mother that bad, it would be better if it were a baby girl, then they would both help raise the child into their obscene world. Jackie smiled at the famous holiday they took together in Greece.

But what Megan and Jackie did not fully comprehend at the time is that young children would talk to their friends and other adults about things they did not realize should not be spoken of at all. A child's innocent remark risked exposure of their activities and that was one thing they feared most. As a result, Megan's influence in raising Angela, and being seen with Jackie, had to be cut until such time that it seemed safe to let Angela in on the secret. Activities between to two women were kept strictly to times when Angela was in bed, sound asleep.

Now at twelve; Angela's bedtime had got later and later as she grew up, curtailing opportunities for Jackie and Megan to "get it on", as today's kids would say. Half term made it more difficult for the adults, but occasionally Lacey's parents would call and invite Angela for a sleepover, then they would be at it all night, but it was worth the lack of sleep.

"Angela must suspect something." Jackie said under her breath. "Could that be the cause of her breakdown in school today?"

She snapped herself out of her thoughts, gathered her gown and went upstairs for a shower.

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After supper was eaten and the plates, including those from breakfast, were stacked into the dishwasher, mother and daughter sat in front of the TV. Angela was watching her favorite soap program that totally pissed Jackie off. If life was really like it was portrayed in these so-called dramas, then God help us.

Jackie sat on the sofa, making notes of things to do tomorrow. What she really meant was things for others to do tomorrow.

Earlier she had spoken to Shirley, apologizing for ringing her at home, but had gleaned that everything went well in the meeting. There was little that needed doing, and if something came up, Shirley could ring her on her mobile, the message being, "you stay at home with Angela." Shirley asked how Angela was doing and was told everything was fine. The call ended on a funny incident that happened when one of the Managers was so fired up she walked into the glass doors at the entrance. Fortunately she did not hurt herself too badly, but her pride was severely bruised!

Jackie rang the lady concerned and asked if she was OK. She was still excited about the launch. Jackie listened intently and knew this Manager would do well with the range when it was put into store. Then she hung up.

Business done for the day, Jackie took Angela into town to get a DVD they could watch together. They eventually left with three, Angela explaining to the man behind the counter that it would save petrol that in turn reduces CO2 emissions and global warming.

The man smiled back and told her she was a smart kid before turning to the next customer.

Angela's program ended and she jumped up excitedly. "Right Mum, which film she we watch first, how about Shrek 2?"

"Hey we are only watching one tonight, it's been a long day and you are going to bed after the movie's finished, whether you like it or not."

"That will be about ten O'clock!"

"That is late enough, young lady."

"But there's no school tomorrow."

"I would shut the fuck up whilst I am still in a good mood, if I were you."

"OK, OK. Shrek 2 it is."

The DVD loaded and the TV screen burst into a few commercials. Angela sat on the floor in between her mother's legs. A towel had been provided, and Jackie had removed her skirt and positioned her hips on the end of the sofa's cushion with her daughter's soft hair stimulating her cunt lips and inner thighs. Angela had insisted that she not wear any tampon, but just let the blood soak into her hair. Jackie was not going to argue with that perverted thought and lay back to enjoy the film.

They both went to bed when it finished.