This is a continuation of a story that I started in 2014 and never finished. I am going back to it now to complete it over the next month or so. Please bear with me.

This story is intended only for an adult audience. If you are not an adult, or cannot control your actions in a responsible way, please do not read this.

This is fiction, arising solely from my imagination. This is not my actual life. All characters and events are fictional and no people were harmed in the writing of this fantasy. I do not condone sexual abuse of minors in any form.

Chapter 13

I awoke with a determination to quit my job as a sexual servant and walk out of the house with Kate immediately after breakfast. Bill, Margaret's husband, had been absent from the house since I began my service. He was due home that evening.

I knew that my job as a sexual servant required that I service both Bill and Margaret when Bill was home, just as the college girls who preceded me had done. Margaret had made it clear from the beginning that both husband and wife were included in the service when she said that the job required a bisexual woman. I had been prepared to do that, but the situation had changed.

The previous evening had begun the way others had over the past few weeks – I was nude (apart from wearing an apron during food preparation) and was required to stay nude during the entire day as the sexual servant in the house.

What had changed, however, was that Margaret had told me that Bill likes his women to have a smooth shaved pussy and required that my 12 year old daughter Kate prepare me for Bill's arrival the next day. It was embarrassing enough to have Kate attend to my pussy that way – a first for her and for me. But, to my shock, Kate also decided to go bare as well. She and I returned to the media room nude to show our smooth pussies to Margaret. And then, when Margaret led me into the Master bedroom, Kate, still nude, came to the open bedroom door and watched my sexual performance with Margaret. Margaret took much pleasure in positioning me so that Kate would see every aspect of my oral service on Margaret's pussy and then Margaret's strapon cock sliding into me.

The ultimate humiliation came when I was required to masturbate afterward. Margaret egged me on about Kate's young body, all the while Kate was watching from the doorway, masturbating while she watched mommy jilling herself. She saw me orgasm while calling out her name.

In the morning, recalling my debauchery, my face was still burning with humiliation and shame. I knew that a crucial barrier had been breached and that from now on Margaret would invite Kate to stand at the open bedroom door – even while I was servicing Bill as well as Margaret.

And I had little doubt that it would be only a matter of time before my precious 12 year old daughter would be lured into the room and participate in servicing Margaret and Bill. I resolved to put an end to the whole affair before it came to that.

I walked into the kitchen from Margaret's bedroom. Usually, I would remain nude and put on my apron while fixing the eggs for Kate before she left for school. But today I went first to my own little bedroom next to Kate's and dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt before waking Kate up. As usual Margaret was still sleeping in the master bedroom and I had breakfast time alone with Kate.

Kate immediately asked why I was dressed and reminded me that Margaret's rule was that I was to be nude all day. It seemed that Kate was always a strict enforcer of Margaret's rules, no matter how humiliating to me. I told her my plan to leave after breakfast and told her to go back her bags with what ever she had originally brought here.

To my surprise Kate said that she didn't want to leave. She said that she had made friends at hernew school and that she didn't want to start over again in the middle of the year. Besides, she said, we had no place to move back to and I had no job and no money. I had been so ashamed and so anxious to leave that I hadn't thought where we would go or how we would live. Kate also mentioned leaving would mean that we would be giving up Kate's college fund. She said – “Mom, you really have no choice. You have to stay and do your job. Besides, I like it here and I don't mind that you have to serve Margaret and her husband. It's OK with me, really. I liked watching you last night.”

I had been so ashamed that Kate knew that I was a sexual servant that it never occurred to me that she might enjoy being a voyeur watching her Mom in action. Kate insisted that we stay and, having no other good option available anyway, I agreed.

I did lay down one rule though – when Bill was home Kate couldn't watch. Kate agreed. Then, using her sternest 12-year old voice, she said – “Now Mom, get those clothes off and back into your apron before Margaret awakes up.”

Dominated by my daughter's voice, I complied without saying a word. I stripped down, while Kate watched, and then, as instructed by Kate, I put my clothes back in my little bedroom. I returned nude and put on my apron and fixed Kate's breakfast. My little rebellion was quashed and as a result Kate had assumed a more commanding role in our relationship.

Chapter 14

After Kate left for school, I returned to Margaret's bed. She was just awakening. She said thatshe wanted to be bathed and prepped this morning in anticipation of Bill's arrival. I drew a bath for her and carefully washed her body. She had me touch-up her already bare pussy so that it was baby smooth for her husband. After I dried her off, we returned to her bed. I was instructed to get between her legs and lick her to an orgasm. While I was concentrating on sucking her clit and labia, she was telling me about how much she liked the night before, with Kate watching.

“I bet little Katie learned a a lot from mommy last night in how to please a woman.”

“MummMmmm”

“You liked little Katie watching you service me, didn't you Jenna.”

“Mimmmimmm”

“Did you talk to little Katie about it this morning before she left for school, Jenna?”

“MummYsmmm”

“What did she say Jenna. Stop munching and look up and tell me what she said. And make sure it is the truth because I will ask little Katie later myself.”

“She said she liked watching me servicing you, Margaret.”

“Oh, did she? Well, I think she should watch some more – to complete her education, don't you?”

“Oh, Margaret, I would rather that she didn't see me with Bill. I guess she will continue to watch us, but I would be so embarrassed for her to watch me with a man.”

“But that is your position here and she surely knows that by now. Did you tell her that you were going to share our marital bed tonight?

“Yes, Margaret. She knows. But, can you tell her not to come watch, please?”

“Now why would I do that Jenna-slut? She can watch if she wants and she can get as close as she wishes. I doubt that she will see anything she hasn't already seen on the internet and she has already watched you take a strapon cock. The real thing – Bill is very thick and long – be an extra treat for her and I bet for you too.”

My heart sank. I knew that if given a choice Kate would want to watch, no matter what I said, and Margaret would get the extra thrill of watching my daughter see me fucked by a man. I saw now way out. Kate wanted to stay, and I had no options.

Chapter 15

When Kate returned home from school that afternoon, I had another shock. Up to now, Kate had never brought home anyone from school to meet me. Previously, when I had been dressed and was at least ostensibly the “cook” in the household I would have been happy to meet her new friends. But now that I was nude full time, I was glad that she spared me that humiliation. Yet, something had clearly changed since last night when she watched me service Margaret and then jill to orgasm.

Perhaps she was taking a more dominant role in our mother-daughter relationship. She certainly put her foot down in refusing to allow me to quit. She knew I would be nude and would not be able to cover myself, yet now she brought her classmate home to meet me.

She opened the door and introduced me to her friend Erin – a cute girl with strawberry blonde hair and a freckled face – as Irish looking as her name implied. She was developmentally a little ahead of Erin, with small but noticeable boobs and hips. I found her to be attractive, but I tried not to show it for fear of embarrassing Kate.

I assume that Kate warned her friend that I would be nude because Erin did not seemed shocked when seeing me. But she apparently did not expect to see a grown woman with a bare shaved pussy.

“Wow, Kate. Your Mom is smooth. That is soooo cool. Like a teen.”

Kate explained - “She is required to be nude all the time in the house – those are the house rules. We can be dressed, but she is supposed to be the sexual servant to the husband and wife whose house this is and is to remain naked at all times. They used to hire college girls for this, but the girls left when they graduated college. She is now the permanent servant for the house. The wife said that the husband likes his women with no pussy hair, so she shaved yesterday. The husband is expected back home this afternoon, and I guess she will be in bed with both of them all night.”

I tried to keep my composure while turning red as Kate's described me and my duties to her friend, speaking of me in the third person as if I wasn't there and was only a play-thing for a married couple. I blushed and tried to act as normal as possible.

“I am also the cook here. Can I get you girls some after school snack?”

Kate asked if the husband was home yet and I said no, not yet. She then wanted to introduce her friend to Margaret. I went to get Margaret, who was dressed and made up in anticipation of Bill's arrival.

The contrast – me walking next to her nude – was dramatic. Margaret greeted Kate by kissing her on the cheek – that was something new – and was introduced to Erin. Margaret said that Erin was welcomed to have dinner and a sleepover when ever she and Kate wanted.

I blushed again, realizing that if Kate invited Erin over, Margaret would surely let Erin watch me along with Kate. Perhaps Margaret wanted to encourage Kate's potential lesbianism or bisexuality by promoting a sleepover with a classmate. By now, Kate had seen a thorough repertoire of lesbianism performed by her own mother. She might try some of it out on Erin or maybe dominate Erin as she learned from Margaret's domination of me. Margaret drove the point home, asking me if it was alright with me if Erin slept in Kate's room (meaning Kate's bed, of course). I didn't want to contradict Margaret or embarrass Kate, so I said “Sure, that would be fine if Kate and Erin want to have a sleepover.”

Kate had Erin call her mother right away and got approval for that night. Now it was clear that my performance with Bill and Margaret would be closely watched by not one but two 12 year old middle schoolers, who would likely then try out the same moves later that night in Kate's bed. Kate was being carefully led down the path to lesbianism, and I could do nothing about it, even if I had wanted to.

To be continued