15 comments/ 192000 views/ 23 favorites Love Of My Daughter Ch. 01 By: margaret_jenkins Until recently I considered myself to be a conventional, boring and completely respectable widow mother of my teenage daughter. She, Lauren, seems equally proper, a senior at high school, an honour student in fact. She is intelligent and considerate, and is active in her school’s social services program which meant visiting and helping elderly people to check they were well and to tidy their homes. I knew she likes to relax and enjoy herself with her friends, but unlike many teenagers she was always respectful to me at home and to other adults. The only cloud on the horizon had been that I was becoming physically attracted to her. The motherly hugs I gave her and kisses started to be prolonged and I felt a surge of excitement when I touched her. In bed I masturbated to thoughts of pressing my naked body against hers, and when I stroked my labia and clitoris, and when I pushed my fingers into my vagina I imagined it was Lauren’s fingers inside me, and my fingers were caressing her sex. Not long after that our relationship took a disturbing turn ….. Yesterday morning I was woken up as entered my daughter the bedroom with tea and toast to help me start the day. I realised I had overslept and she was up and ready for school. She was dressed in her formal attire, white cotton blouse and dark blue calf-length skirt and matching jacket. Black shoes and short white socks completed the outfit. Her hair was neatly platted. Hers was a traditional English school, and although it was no longer compulsory for the senior girls to wear the uniform, Lauren liked to continue with the tradition. The only concessions to modernity was a hint of makeup and that the skirt was fashionably narrow and slit at the side to just above the knee. Since my husband died of a sudden illness last year, she had grown so mature and capable, and was now as much my best friend as my daughter. She was now 18 and would soon be leaving home for college. I would miss her …. It was so like her to leave me to rest and bring my breakfast, and I sat up to thank her. “How lovely honey, to think of your old Mom. I was so tired after last night.” “I know, Mom, and I had such a lovely time with you that I didn’t realise how much I was tiring you out.” In return she put her arms around and pulled me to her. Instead of the light peck on the cheek she kissed me full on the mouth and pushed her tongue right in, French-kissing me long deeply and gently squeezing my naked breast. My tongue met hers and we explored each other’s mouths. Not long ago I would have recoiled at such intimacy…... “I’ve got something here I know you will enjoy. Oh mom, you taste so sweet first thing. I’ve tidied up in the house so all you have to do is have a lovely day, you’re the best mom in the world. I must go now, so be good.” Then added, “I’m so glad you don’t wear a nightdress any more, Mom, your boobs are really great, I love to see them like that with your lovely big nipples sticking out.” Her words set off again the frisson of excitement in my core and tingling in my vagina, and the juices flowed out from the opening at my crotch and dribbled down my thighs onto the already stained sheet. Yes, I admit I masturbated furiously before giving in to sleep. Anyway I admit to being proud of my breasts. They are not as firm as Lauren’s, but bigger and have thick, long nipples standing out from the dark, wide areola. At 45 they still kept their oval shape and readily showed a sexy cleavage in my bra. With little to do that day I lingered over the warm toast and hot tea and it was some time before I noticed the envelope on the tray, with Kelly’s handwriting. On it was the one word “Mom”. I opened it, clearing it was one of the little games she likes to play with me, and I read the contents. “Dear Mom, I hope you weren’t embarrassed and do not feel at all guilty about what we did last night. I want you to know that I enjoyed our games enormously and I know you did too. I don’t feel anything wrong about we did and I want you to show me that you are comfortable with it too and that you trust me. So I am asking you to follow the instructions below. Take your time over breakfast and your morning exercise and shower. You deserve the rest and relaxation. After that please find and dress in the clothes I put on the chair for you to wear. I want you to keep on every garment until I come back at about 6 o’clock, and I mean not to remove any item for any reason. Especially do not remove or pull down your panties if you need to go to the bathroom. I prepared a your favourite salad lunch and some fruit which I know you like.” I had come a long way from the conservative, unadventurous widow and mother that I had been these last two years. I felt a mix of emotions as I read the words, and understood their significance. Embarrassment, shame, guilt, humiliation, fear, excitement, …. Yes all of those, as I recalled how a few weeks ago Lauren had caught me watching her in the bathroom, masturbating into my panties as I watched her urinate and defecate. Our new relationship had developed from there. I had half expected to see some sort of exotic outfit and was relieved to find what looked a rather conservative looking set of clothes, white cotton-poly shirt and tie, dark blue jacket and matching skirt that would come to just above the knee, white cotton-lycra bra and white panties, and sandals. It was only after a few minutes I saw she had put out an old school uniform of hers. At least he briefs were conservatively full-cut and good quality. I realised they were the last of three pairs that my daughter had bought me last Christmas as suitable for her vanilla-minded mom. They were new, that is they had never been worn, and I didn’t expect they would survive after one use. The other two pairs had been ruined during previous activities between us. Idly, I fingered the smooth material, thinking about how it was going to feel against my skin, against my crotch – strange that such conservative, proper undergarments would excite such depraved feelings. I was nervous and excited at the anticipation of what my daughter would make me do. I feared and at the same time hoped it would be filthy, degrading and humiliating. I loved it when my daughter made me do something dirty. I took the clothes with me to the gym to put them on after my shower. As it was Monday the gym was ladies only, and it was customary for the members to dress more provocatively than was normal during the regular mixed sessions. I decided to wear the revealing athletic uniform Lauren’s school track team, a bright green bikini outfit made of a stretchy, shiny spandex-polyamide. It was too big for her now, since her sports training had made her lose the puppy fat of a couple of years earlier but it fitted me, just. It might have been a bit pretentious for a 38 year old widow but I liked the way it clung and showed off the contours of my body. I worked out extra hard, spurred on by the thrill of last night, and the promise of the evening to come. I thought of nothing but sex, remembering last night with Lauren, and imagining the instructor ordering me to masturbate in front of the whole class. The thoughts drove out all feelings of pain from the workout and I was sweaty and hot after the class. By the time I finished and went to shower my outfit seemed to be sprayed onto my bust and lower region. I peeled it off and let it drop on floor, stepped in and let the warm spray flood my senses, losing myself in the sensations and thoughts of pleasure. I looked down at my mound, which at Lauren’s urging I had shaven completely bald. I could see my outer labia puffed out obscenely, displaying my vulva and almost inviting penetration. My hand strayed, involuntarily to between my legs. I trailed a fingertip around my lips and felt my creamy nectar bubble up inside me and seep out, only to be washed away the cleansing spray. I also was becoming aware that my bladder needed to empty …. I was just finishing in the shower when the sound of a door opening brought me back to reality just in time, as the aerobics instructor entered and stripped to take her shower as I stepped out, naked in front of her. She was tall and lithe, and I envied the six-pack abs, tight butt and hard sculpted musculature of her legs, showing prominently as she moved. I imagined going down on my knees before her taut, honed body, and lapping her sex. As I dried off I saw my garish outfit on the floor, with the crotch of the tight shorts displaying and a darker shade of green where my pussy juice had seeped into the material. I wondered if she had noticed too. I dressed slowly, savouring the feeling of fresh underwear and took my time drying my hair while clad just in my bra and panties. I sensed the instructors eyes on me and again felt the squirmy sensations in my belly and the wetness in my vagina. I had only worn my panties a few minutes and already they were damp. I wondered how I would get through the afternoon before Lauren’s return from school. The walk back at least helped to take my mind of the terrible waiting and the workout had left me quite hungry by the time I reached home. Plenty of raw salad, with cottage cheese – I was sure she planned that I would have be full later on. I saw she had prepared a bowl of mashed banana, a favourite of mine, but there was something unusually aromatic and exotic about the taste and I wondered what she had added. After lunch I went out and as I decided to treat the day as a holiday I spent some time browsing the shops, and looking at the exotic underwear and lingerie at the new store that had opened in town. There were several items I couldn’t resist trying on - a peach coloured bra and panty set with delicate floral embroidery, a white satin teddy with pink lace edging, and a lovely blue and white baby doll set. As I took them to the cabin I wondered about keeping my panties on as instructed but decided that to appreciate the garments I should be naked. But as soon as I felt the material on my skin I became excited once again and removed them before my secretions dripped out and stained the lovely pristine garments. Even so, I became so excited when I tried on the satin teddy and felt it up against my shaven mound and my wet opening that some of my cream spurted out and soaked into the crotch. I refolded it as best I could and put it back, hoping it would not be noticed until I was gone. I spent the rest of the afternoon in a state of intense arousal, every thought reminded me of my situation, in sexual thrall to my beautiful daughter. By the time I returned home my anticipation was mounting, as was the fullness in my bowels and bladder. Towards the end of the afternoon my panties were wet with the juice oozing from my vagina, while the pressure on my bladder and fullness of bowels increased. My daughter’s instruction compelled me to resist the instinct to enter the bathroom, pull my panties down and relieve myself. I tried to ease the discomfort by letting a few spurts of pee dribble into my panties, and by releasing a little wind, but it brought relief for only a few minutes. I let go a couple of wet sloppy farts and felt something sticky and nasty escape into the seat of my panties, and realised I had soiled them front and back, though I dared not look further. I knew Lauren would want to examine my condition and I wondered how I would face my humiliation. Six o’clock passed, five, then ten minutes, until at a quarter past six the door opened. I was wearing the school uniform and Lauren hugged me warmly and kissed me deep in the mouth with her tongue. “Oh Mom you look great in my old uniform, doesn’t it fit you well, and your titties look so big pushing out like that inside that little shirt, it makes you look like a real tart. At least you’re wearing proper decent underwear or you’d have all the boys at the school having their way with you.” She asked about my day, but before I could say anything she said she must change ran up to her room. But within a few minutes she returned, wearing nothing but a plain white PVC pinafore apron, the bib looped around her neck and the apron cinched around her waist, with and the front skirt coming down to just below her knees. She has coiled and pinned her hair into a tight bun, though a few wisps strayed out. Despite the plainness of her apron she never looked lovelier to me. It was the perfect garment for getting dirty and messy. I always get turned on when Lauren talks to me in this suggestive way, making me feel I am a naughty teenager, craving for sex. “Now, I’m sure my big grown-up mommy had a lovely day and little Lauren wants to hear all about it. So sit close against me and part your legs for me …. Yes, like that. Oh, and I hope you don’t mind that have to wear this plain old apron for any dirty little jobs I might need to do.” I told her she looked beautiful. Her bare arms and shoulders showed a light even tan with no lines and the bib revealed just the hint of her small, firm breasts. As she move round I could see all of her back, buttocks and legs revealed, with just a two-inch wide band around the back securing the sides at her waist. I leaned against her and breathed in the fresh, delicate aroma of her youthfulness and health. She put a hand on my leg and hently stroked the inside of my thigh, but stopping just at my panties. I told her about the gym session and my visit to the lingerie store, and she immediately wanted to know more. “I was very naughty and when I took some things to the cabin I got undressed to try them on.” She gave me a gentle slap on the inside of my leg. “Oh, Mom, that was naughty. I told you not to take them off, as I was afraid you’d be dribbling fuck-juice from your slutty wet cunt. I hope you didn’t soil anything you tried on.” I confessed I leaked into the pretty teddy and left the store without saying. She slapped me again, harder, and then two more times. It was not real pain but the sharpness and shock brought a tear to my eye and a sense of submittal. “Tomorrow you must go back and tell them, and accept what punishment they give. But remember Lauren still loves her Mommy and if she has to give a punishment it is for Mommy’s own good. You realise that don’t you.” I sniffed and nodded She stroked me tenderly where she had slapped and kissed it better so I would cry any more. I wanted my daughter to dominate and humiliate me and started to imagine myself in the store and confess how I leaked my juice into the crotch of the sexy garment. “Now I want you to tell me if you went to the bathroom at all today. I have to know if Mommy had to go to the bathroom, and does she need to go now” “I didn’t go potty at all today, as I’m afraid to go alone in any place outside and I feel I’m being dirty if I do it in my panties. I wanted to wait till you came back and help me do it properly like the other big girls do. But I had to do a tinkle after my gym. But now I need to go potty very bad and tinkle now as well” She felt the wet crotch of my panties and sniffed. “There is not much piss smell, did you take them off?” I explained that I did it while in the shower, when there was nobody else there. “You’ve been very good, Mommy, to wait until I came back. Lauren is very pleased with you for being such a good girl. And I don’t mind that you used the shower, it is much cleaner to do it there and then let the shower water make it all go away. I think we’d better get you out of that uniform but keep your panties on and stand in front of me.” I removed my outer clothes, slowly and methodically placing them on the chair, as I know she likes. She had a hand under her bib and the other over abdomen, stroking herself through the apron. I became excited knowing she was caressing herself as she watch me undress. I unclasped the bra in front, causing my ripe breasts almost to plop out. I admit it felt good to leave them free and I knew that Lauren’s eyes were fixed on my womanly globes as they bounced, unrestrained. My nipples were stiff and stood out obscenely. I stood right in front of her, in my panties, and slowly turned round. She would be able to see the shiny wetness of my sticky juice at the base of the crotch and on my thighs, the yellow stain in the front of my panties and perhaps a trace of stool in the seat. In just my white bra and white panties I felt more naked that if I were fully nude. My nipples had been engorged for almost all day and now they were swollen and pressing hard against my bra, showing clearly through the white material. My panties must be showing obvious signs of my secretions and excretions. “Yes, you have been so good to and hold it in. You made a wonderful effort not to wet or poop your panties. But I can see you got them slightly wet and maybe they are soiled as well.” She touched all around my crotch and felt the wetness then pressed a finger into my vagina. I was so wet and slippery she easily pushed the material right inside my sopping wet pussy, forcing out even more of my juice and I heard and felt it bubble and ooze. “There is some more wetness that is not pee. Has Mommy been playing with herself down there?” I admitted I masturbated on several occasions, but I got wet even when I didn’t touch myself. I knew I was naughty said I hoped she wasn’t mad. “No, I am not mad. It is quite normal and healthy for a grown up girl to feel herself, to stroke her cunt lips and tease her clitty and even to put her finger right inside her cunt to make herself have a climax. Mommy must never feel ashamed about frigging herself, and I want you to do it every day, several times. Later I will tell you to show me how you do it.” I felt so humiliated and aroused to hear these words, my own daughter talking about masturbating, and wanting me to masturbate in front of her. Suddenly she jerked my panties up so they were forced into my buttock cleft, and pulled them back and forward. I had tried to avoid contact with me back there but now any excrement lodged at my anus would be smeared onto the inside of my panties. Because my bowels was so full, and only by an effort of will had I not voiding into my panties, the effect was to provoke a short eruption of wind and another chunk of stool. It was obvious and I blushed deeply in shame. Lauren ordered me to slowly peel them down to my knees. As I did so I was shocked to see how soiled they were. She prodded the sticky brown filth with a finger and felt the depth and consistency, then pulled off a piece and held it up to examine it more closely. “Ah, yes, you have made them very soiled. In fact you’ve got them absolutely filthy. I can see a thick layer where came out of your shit-hole lust now and earlier where it has become encrusted, and several places where it is smeared. But I know Mommy couldn’t help it. You must never be ashamed about soiling your panties. Ladies have to wear them close and snug over those places where their bodies leak fluids they don’t feel uncomfortable or embarrassed about the smell or anything getting out. Ladies’ panties are meant to get soiled like this. Yes, Mommy got her panties into a lovely state, didn’t she.” “Now I think I must look between your buttocks to see if you are dirty there as well. So part your bum-cheeks with your hands the way I taught you …… yes, that’s a good girl……. “ One of the most humiliating displays I have to make to my daughter is to hold open my buttocks and expose the dark puckered exit of my anus. I never even saw my own rear hole until Lauren ordered me to look round and see myself in the mirror. I knew it was browny-red where the delicate skin crinkles before it merges with the membrane inside. What made my ordeal even more degrading was the knowledge that I had pooped a little in my panties and my hole and the inner zone of my crease would be soiled with excrement. Love Of My Daughter Ch. 01 “As I expected you are all shitty there as well. A bit later I am going to have to clean you thoroughly. But first we have other work to do. Now pull your panties back up so they are tight in your crotch and ass crack.” I felt dirty as I pulled my soiled panties up like she said. My near nakedness and the crude references she made to my intimate body parts was humiliating me more and more, and the debasement was intensified by my realisation that I was becoming increasingly excited. Lauren stood close and put her fingertips to my neck, then ran them very slowly right down to my lower abdomen, where they stroked and pressed gently over me. “Hmm,” she mused, “you are very tight down there.” Then she slipped her fingers inside my panties and slowly pulled them down and off. She briefly caressed my smooth, shaven mound with her fingertips and with a feather-light touch brushed my puffy outer lips., making me squirm in my arousal. “Ah, Does Mommy like that?” she asked. “Yes, I can feel Mommy’s cunt is nice and wet.” She took my hands and led me to the bathroom. The air was cool and the tiled floor felt cold on my bare feet, and I felt the goose bumps rise on my legs and arms. I almost dribbled some urine on the floor but caught it in time. “Does Mommy want to want to go piss or shit first?” I admitted I was full in both my bowels but my bladder felt about to burst and could I piss first. I expected her to leave the room to I could sit down and urinate in the bowl. Instead she sat on the toilet seat and directed me into the shower, and at last I realised what she was going to make me do. “I think you had better stand and piss there on the floor of the shower ….. and leave the curtain open, I want you to do it like at the gym today ….. yes that’s right, turn towards me and spread your legs wide as if you are being dirty …...” I turned and faced her, and locked my eyes into hers. Despite the pressure it was difficult for me to relax, under such intimate visual contact. “Now Mommy, I want you to show me how you do a big grown-up piss. Like you do in the shower when you are alone … good, now look into my eyes as you do it.” I blushed with embarrassment at the words. Did she know I sometimes I stood naked in the shower to urinate, and even pissed in my panties. After several seconds I felt the first dribbles emerged from my urethra, then a yellow stream which rapidly became a torrent scalding piss. The yellow jet splashed on the white ceramic base of the shower where it splashed up onto my legs. I put a hand in the jet, felt it hot and penetrating on my palm, and sending it all over my legs. My thighs were awash. I seemed to piss even harder then. I had once held a mirror in order to see myself and I knew Lauren could see it coming out of my pee-hole, and lips splayed out by my swollen urethra. The air in the room took on aroma pungent with the hormones and acidic enzymes of my female urine. I was transfixed with the physical sensation of releasing so much water, so strongly, and with shame of displaying such a personal act to my daughter. For over a minute my bladder emptied until the jet slowed to a trickle. I was weak-kneed and gasping as it stopped and had to put my hands to the wall to keep from falling. “There’s a good girl, going just like a big grown-up lady. I want you always to piss in the shower from now on.” The words brought home to me the nastiness of what I was doing, what I was becoming. I felt dirty depraved, and excited. I became aware again of another need, to evacuate my bowels, and the knowledge I would have to do it in my daughter’s presence. The emptying of may bladder made my bowels seem even more full. “Mommy needs to do a big poop now, does my daughter have to watch?” “Yes, I have to watch to make sure Mommy does it properly, like all the grown-ups. Especially after holding her nasty shit in so long inside. Come and stand astride on my lap …. Yes, like that Mom ….. Don’t worry if you are still dripping pee, it wont harm my apron. Now lean right forward, stick out your bottom and put your hands around your ankles …… Good.” I placed myself in this obscene position, my nakedness exposed cruelly and my wet filthy panties on the floor in front of me, a reminder of the filthy display I was performing. My breasts hung down, inviting attention. My thighs gripped around her apron-clad legs. I felt my daughter’s hands on my buttocks, gently prising them apart to open my crack to her view. I was about to defecate, copiously, in that position. I had never let my daughter watch while I empty my bowels, and I knew this would be the most humiliating act I ever performed in front of her. I was scared, but aroused by the abasement I was to undergo. It was completely perverted, unnatural what I was going to do. “I know this is very humiliating but I have to inspect closely as Mommy does her big dirty shit. She mustn’t be ashamed about letting her waste out and dirtying my apron. That’s why I wear this one because it doesn’t matter how messy it gets.” She placed her thumbs on either side of my dirty bum-hole and pressed hard, opening me. Instinctively I tried to clench and tighten my sphincter, and I heard her speak softly, telling me to relax. I willed myself to relax and bear down and immediately I felt the huge mass of stool in my rectum force itself against my ring, opening it. There was a short but very audible release of gas “Ppssssssssshhhhhhhttttttttt”, expelled from my bowels, like a bottle of fizzy mineral water being opened and the thick, putrid aroma wafted round. I held my breath to avoid the reflex nausea when it hit my nostrils and I wondered how Lauren, whose face was only inches away from the source foul tolerate the overpowering stink. As hole widened further, I heard slight crackles from the huge mass of excrement as it was extruded through my anal ring. I felt its warm smoothness slide steadily against the delicate membranes, and the motion seemed to keep on and on. The stench increased and I began to inhale in short, shallow breaths. I resisted the urge to pinch off and kept my sphincter relaxed, to let the contents of my bowels to emerge naturally. But then the heavy log broke off, under its own weight. I heard the mass land with a soft but heavy “plop “onto Lauren’s PVC apron, followed by a lighter one as the last remaining piece of stool dislodged itself. I was lost in my sensations – pleasure, shame, nastiness - when I heard my daughter’s voice. “You are doing wonderfully well Mommy, I am so proud of you for showing me how you can opening your bowels so nicely and doing such a lovely big shit. It smells so rich and heavy, and it nearly all came out in one piece. Is it all out now?” Ashamed, and my depravity in front of my daughter, I murmured in the affirmative. Just stay like that and I will clean you.” She wiped my crease slowly and tenderly using some wet-wipes, and then worked one right into my puckered brown hole. The sensation was highly erotic, as she pressed gently at my ring, not enough to penetrate but just enough to excite the sensitive nerve endins. I felt more wetness building up in my vagina and flow out, mixing with the urine that was still dripping. “I love to see Mommy open her bowels, she has such a pretty shit-hole and shits so beautifully. Please Mommy, turn round and look at it on my apron. See your lovely turd. Now watch.” I had to hold my breath when I turned to see what I had done. Glistening and brown, the sight alone was repulsive, and I knew I would gag if I inhaled normally. It looked like a fat snake coiled up, and must have weighed over two pounds. If someone could have stretched it out it would have been well over a foot long. It looked so out of place on Lauren’s previously spotless white apron, the contrast with was completely surreal. Then, incredibly, she leaned forward and inhaled. Her face was a mask of absolute bliss, as if in a far away land of unspeakable depravity. She breathed in the aroma, and there was a look of contentment in her eyes. I watched, transfixed in amazement as she put her hands in scooped up a large piece of stool, which she pressed against the bib of her apron. Slowly she worked it down with her hands, smearing it grotesquely over the smooth impermeable covering. My initial reaction was to vomit at the stench the revulsion I felt at my daughter’s filthiness, but my fascination was stronger still. Against all reason and against all my standards, I became fascinated by the nastiness and degradation of it. “Does Mommy want to do it as well? Does Mommy want to smear yourself with shit?” As though my hands had a will of their own, I picked up a large handful and, looking her directly in the eyes, planted it over my breasts. It felt warm, and slippery soft and thick, like a poultice. It felt lovely and made me feel sexy. I took her hands and placed them on my tits and she smeared my filthy brown waste all over my front torso, like she did on her apron. Then I took more in my hands and gently stroked it over my on my neck and shoulders, making a brown layer. I pulled her up and kissed her full on the lips, pushing my tongue deep into her mouth and hugged her naked body to mine. For long minutes we held each other like that loving each other’s besmeared bodies. She took me to the shower, and came in with me. She turned the jet hard and sprayed her apron and then more gently she sprayed my body clear of the brown layers of excrement. Slowly we soaped each others under the warm water from the spray, using our hands to caress as much as clean each other. It took a long time to remove all the traces, but we had lots of time, didn’t we? Love Of My Daughter Ch. 02 I swam in that twilight world between sleep and wakefulness, as though dreaming but half aware that I was dreaming. It was dark and warm and I was naked. I felt hands on my body, touching my neck, my breast, my belly, between my legs. Gentle, loving hands that knew my desires and cravings. I felt myself melting inside, in the dark warm core of my womanhood. Juice welled up in the depths of my love canal. I tried to touch those hands that were caressing me so exquisitely but I couldn’t find them. The hands were now parting my thighs, seeking and finding their humid target. Now my lips were parted and a finger was slipped inside, then two, no three. A fingertip teased my clit and I began to shudder. I felt my woman-cum oozing out from my vagina and dribbling down between the secret space between my two lower holes. My pelvis twitched and jerked as my arousal mounted towards its climax. The fingers changed their position and began to pull my lips apart, no longer gently. Then a fingertip pressed hard on my clit and my whole body bucked and spasmed, I came, my love juice spurting from my hole. Breathless and gasping I cried out, uttering the most unladylike filth “Ohhhhhhhh!! …Fuck! …. Fuck me, fuck my cunt! … Fuck me, fuck me up my sopping wet cunt! …. Ohhhhhhhh!! …Fuck it hard!!…Rip it apart!!!...Aaaaaagghhhh!!! ……” For a few moments I was not aware of where I was, but as I awoke realisation came that the hands giving me pleasure had been my own, still wedged in my soggy wet gash. My fingers were covered in my cunt juice and I brought them to my face and inhaled deeply, savouring the heady aroma. I remembered the previous day and evening. And how my daughter Lauren had made me defecate onto her apron-clad lap, and made love to me in the shower. I felt the cool air on my skin and saw that I was not only naked but uncovered, the top sheet pushed away. It was normal for me now to sleep in the nude. Underneath on the lower sheet there was a slimy wet patch from my secretions, rapidly cooling and sticky. It would eventually dry to leave a stiff round stain on the white cotton. At Lauren’s suggestion I had placed a waterproof undersheet on the bed, partly to protect the mattress and partly to retain the essence of my womanly pleasure on the very sheet I would lie on. It made me feel naughty to anoint my sheet with my outpouring from my orgasm, and to accentuate it and prepare in advance by use of such a device. As my eyes at last came open I saw my daughter had entered my room and was standing with the tea-tray. She must have witnessed my display. She poured a cup, placed it on the bedside table and approached. “Mommy, you are very lovely when you lie nude on your bed.” Lauren was naked except for a pair of white cotton panties, which I noticed were damp at the crotch. She drew close and gently stroked my breast and nipple. She kissed me full on my lips and pushed her tongue onto mine, then whispered in my ear, “and even more so when you cum …. and so wet …. so wet. I love to see my Mommy naked and wanking herself. And Mommy likes to be naughty in front of her teenage daughter, doesn’t she?” I reddened and nodded, unable at this time to admit my depravity verbally. Knowing that Lauren had seen me naked on the bed and finger myself was so debasing, but exciting too. It shocked me deeply that I had willingly, actively even, degenerated from a normal responsible mom to being an eager partner in all my daughter’s filthy games. Yet deep inside I craved this role, the depraved mom. I craved the most forbidden acts, the most humiliating scenes. Even the thought was enough to make me moist. And I knew there would be more dirty things we would do, I would do. I craved to explore this taboo world. I sipped my tea, thinking about the day ahead. Still nude, I went into the bathroom where Lauren was sitting on the toilet with her white panties down at her knees. She looked….. so innocent and so mischievous at the same time. I tried to read her mind and then took a deep breath, knowing what she wanted me to do, and knowing it was what I wanted too. “Does my little girl want to see Mommy take a piss?” The words were out. I was giving expression to my desire to share our lewd desires, in a way that would have been unimaginable not long ago. “Yes, Lauren wants to see Mommy piss in the shower, the way she does it when nobody is there to see.” I turned to face her, looking her directly in the eyes, parted my legs to display to my sexy daughter my shaven twat and mound, then relaxed the muscles that control my bladder. I was ashamed but excited by this naughtiness and no longer nervous. Her eyes were riveted on my slit as the urine began to gurgle in its passage from my bladder. After the first few yellow dribbles emerged the flow quickly increased to a strong jet as I pissed hard and long. The sounds of fluid impinging on the white enamel of the tub merged with the more sibilant hiss as it erupted from my urethra. Lauren’s hand was between her legs while she, as though in unison with me, urinated into the bowl. Just after the sound of her flow subsided I saw her expression change. She tensed for a moment but then her face relaxed into a dreamlike expression and I heard a loud “plop”, followed by two quieter ones. What a perverted spectacle we must have made, my own daughter watching me urinate in the tub while she urinates and defecates in the pan. “Oh Mommy, I just shit into the toilet bowl, it’s all stinky Sorry, I hope you don’t mind.” “No honey, of course mommy doesn’t mind. I always said you should empty your bowels regularly, and first thing in the morning is the best time. Would you like Mommy to check your pretty little botty is nice and clean.” “Please Mom, I often find it hard to wipe myself completely, and I don’t want to make my panties dirty when I put them on for school.” She pushed her panties right down and stepped out of them, and came to the shower. She bent over and held her bottom cheeks apart, as though she did this every day. Her beautiful slim body was a wondrous sight with her buttock cleft delightfully exposed, and I supported her by keeping one hand at her tummy as she was leaning forward. Her brown rosebud gaped open from the recent expurgation of her stool and there were copious remnants at the exit and coating the inside of her crease. She must have squeezed her buttocks together as she finished defecating. I stroked her ass cheeks gently, almost caressing the soft smooth skin of her firm globes, and spirally in towards her filthy crease. My heart raced at the nastiness of what I was going to do. I ran my fingertips along her brown furrow, smearing her fresh excrement further along its length. I brought my hand to my face and stared closely, and sniffed the foul mix of aromas. “Oh yes, Lauren, you are a bit dirty in there. Mommy needs to get you nice and clean. Just let me work the shower onto you.” I turned on and adjusted the flow to a comfortable strength and temperature, and let it rain onto here filthy crease. Gradually the dark waste was dislodged and her pink-brown puckered hole and crease was restore to it proper cleanliness and beauty. I gently brushed the last traces with a cloth and turned off the flow. “Don’t move just yet, honey. You don’t want to get any soreness because it is not properly dried.” I took a fresh warm towel from the rail and dabbed away the excess water and then finished drying her body, and mine, and finally applied a liberal amount of talc to her nether regions. Lauren then got ready for school and as I showered I thought about my day ahead. I had to return to the lingerie shop and confess my crime of soiling one of the garments when I tried it on yesterday. I was nervous at having to do this, and decided to dress very conservatively in the navy blue business suit I used to wear when I worked as an accountant. I selected a like blue silk blouse, stay-ups, a half slip and smart low-heeled shoes. I was going to wear the white lacy bra and cotton panties, but then realised that all the only white panties I had were the ones I wore yesterday and they had become badly soiled. I looked on the floor of the bathroom and saw that Lauren had been wearing those same ones, and must have had them on last night. The same stains were visible in the back of the crotch but the gusset was now damp and slimy and smelt strongly of her vaginal secretions. I thought what a dirty girl she was to put on my soiled panties and wear them in bed, obviously she has masturbated repeatedly to get them into such a state. I was about to put them in the hamper when it occurred to me that they were the perfect garment to complete my attire. My outward appearance would be stylish and immaculate, but unknown to anyone I would be wearing a most filthy item of underwear next to the most intimate part of my body. I felt extremely wicked as I pulled them on. I shivered as the cold dampness of the gusset came against my outer lips and sensitive perineum, while the traces of dried faecal matter made their presence felt against my buttocks. I walked around the house with nothing else on, even while eating a light breakfast, deciding to don the rest of my outfit only just before I went out. I was glad to be wearing the suit as I thought it would convey an air of strength and would give me more confidence. However, I was nervous as I entered the store, and I was not sure how I would explain that I had tried on some lingerie the day before and the sexy feeling of the material on my skin had made me so wet that the juice from my vagina had spurted and copious soaked the gusset of the pretty satin teddy. I approached the counter where I was met by a fresh-faced young salesgirl, not much more than 20 years old, slim and with brunette hair which cascaded softly to her shoulder. She wore a pale grey and skirt and white blouse. Her name, Jenny was printed on her badge. She looked rather sweet and innocent and I felt more easy to be talking to her. She greeted me politely and asked if she could be of assistance. “Yes, perhaps you can help me. But first I must confess that when I was here yesterday I was trying on some of your nice range of nightwear and I accidentally leaked from my vagina and soiled one of the garments.” “Oh, that is no problem. Our range is of special quality design and material and it is quite often a lady becomes turned on by the feel. We are more than happy if our customers undress completely so as to experience the special feel of the material against their skin, including down there.” She had lowered her voice when speaking the last phrase, smiled and blushed slightly. “But surely you saw the notice asking you to notify a member of staff so we can take care of the soiled garment. Otherwise it can be most embarrassing if another customer tries it on and finds it is soiled and damp from someone else.” Now I was most embarrassed and ashamed, realising how my action could have caused quite a problem for the store. My face felt hot and I must have been blushing deeply. It was very difficult to get the words out, “Er, …. oh dear …. I really am sorry, but…. ur …. I had not seen any notice …um …. I put it back without telling anyone. I realised it was wrong ….Oh dear ….. is there anything I can do to make amends? Perhaps ….er …. I can pay for it now.” The girl looked rather uncomfortable, and was clearly embarrassed for me. After a few moments she said she could not say what I could do but asked me to wait and she would talk to the manageress. She soon reappeared at the counter with a strikingly fit looking lady of about 50, Mrs. Harnett, according to her badge, with short blonde hair. She was dressed in a white blouse, that fitted her closely and was thin enough to allow her white bra to show through, and a black leather calf-length skirt which likewise fitted her quite closely. Her dress and demeanour made her look rather severe, and I wondered whether she was going to reprimand me. I was not sure whether I dreaded or welcomed it. As if to answer , I felt a frisson of excited tension and a well of juice flowing from my core. My panties were becoming wet with the new outpouring from my vagina. “Come into my office, please Ms ….” “Jenkins,” I completed the address and followed through into her office. behind. She pointed to a chair by her desk. I sat forward, on the chair, tense and uncomfortable. She left the room for a minute and returned with Jenny and another female assistant. She was very different from her colleague. She was made up and attired like a punk, with spiky black hair and a ring through one nostril, through her eyebrow and several in each ear. She wore a short black denim skirt and a tight gray tank-top which showed off her pierced belly button and extensive tattooing round her waist. I looked at her and the manageress I noticed that despite the contrast in presentation there was a strong a resemblance. The image of one was refinement and elegance, the other raw and strident. The manageress turned to her young assistant. “I’d like you to repeat and show to me in front of Ms. Jenkins what you found when you checked the stock yesterday evening.” The second girl had a small store carrier bag from which she took from it and placed on the table an article of clothing and unfolded it. It was the same white satin outfit I had soiled the day before. “Well Mom, I was tidying all the clothes and making sure they were in the right sections like ….. Well, loads of things get tried on and get out of place and need to be refolded and hung nicely, the way you showed me. Yeah, among that new line of bedtime outfits, I found the one here it was a bit creased and I couldn’t get it nice and smooth. Then I noticed it was damp in the crotch and a bit stiff where something had dried around that area. I first thought something must have spilled but then looked closer and reckoned someone had put it on and wanked in it. I knew you are very particular about the condition of all the items here in the store, you’d be very angry if a customer found anything like that.” “Thank you Terry, you did the right thing. I am sure you would like to hear what Ms. Jenkins has to say about it.” The superficially formal address that she used to me and my appearance as a mature and respectable businesswoman served only to heighten my sense of shame and humiliation. It was especially painful to admit my act in front of the three woman, whose appearances and manner seemed so different – the sympathetic young salesgirl, the stern manageress, and her hard, butchy daughter. They all looked towards me, expectant, judging, condemning? Contrite, I repeated what I said earlier to the salesgirl, but I felt much worse in front of all three women. “Describe in more detail, more explicitly exactly what happened. Please be very graphic, don’t be shy about making reference to your body,” Ms. Jenkins. I blushed deeply as I tried to form the words to describe my response, in terms that referred to my most private parts. “… I was sorry, I couldn’t help my response I undressed completely because I wanted to feel the smooth material caressing my body …... As soon as I put it my nipples became hard and I felt so sexy …… I moved around in the cubicle to make the material rub against me ….. But when it brushed against my mound and the outer lips I felt myself getting wet inside ….. I tried to take it off but the juice gushed out of my vagina so fast and soaked the crotch.” The enforced recollection, or maybe the humiliation at recounting the incident was turning me on again. My nipples started to harden and must have shown prominently through my bra and blouse, and the moist again began to build up deep inside me, as though my cervix had become a fountain of female sex-juice. My damp and soiled panties were becoming even wetter. “Did you touch yourself?” “No ….. yes, I stroked my body through the material, but not down there. Well, not until after I took it off.” “So you were completely naked in the cubicle and you masturbated to get yourself off.” “Yes, I couldn’t help myself.” “What a nasty, depraved lady you are. You came here, in your elegant clothes, looking for all the world as a responsible and mature adult. Then you stripped off in the cubicle, put on item of clothing and allow yourself to be so sexually aroused that you gush cunt-juice and ruin the material. And then you frigged yourself to climax. You behaved like nothing more that a sex-crazed slut. Is that right, you crave for sexual gratification.” Another gush of juice flooded into my panties. I could almost smell my own desire. “Yes, I want sex all the time. I came here to try on your sexy underwear and lingerie. I wanted to feel them on my skin.” “Did you try any other items? I admitted I tried some underwear and a baby-doll nightdress, but I did not soil them. “I’d like to see how you behaved in the cubicle, I think you would like to do that. Undress now and put that on again. Then show us what you did to yourself. Show us what a filthy depraved slut you are, Ms. Jenkins. Wait, let us first see you in your underwear. ” In desperation I looked at them all, one to the other in turn. The manageress, Mrs. Harnett looked implacable and unemotional, but I was sure she was relishing the spectacle. I imagined she would get off on my humiliation. Alison appeared to be absorbed in the scene, and I could the excitement in her eyes. Her nipples were standing out against her T-shirt and I was sure she was turned on by the sight of an elegantly dressed, older woman do something obscene. Jenny seemed to be lost in thought, partly embarrassed and partly fascinated. Perhaps she imagined herself in my place. Her gaze was lowered, avoiding any eye-contact and she was blushing as though ashamed at her own part in what was happening. My thinking brain was appalled at this scene, and the spectacle I was going to make of myself; another part, more basic, was revelling in the debasement of having to submit to the demand. What would be most humiliating was I would not be able to avoid displaying myself my filthy panties. I was excited by my own humiliation and by the depravity of my excitement. Alison took a hanger and assisted my by taking my clothes as undressed. First my jacket, the easy part. I started to undo my skirt when Mrs. Harnett ordered instead, “No pull your blouse from your skirt, unbutton and remove it. My fingers trembled as I nervously undid the buttons. I felt vulnerable with my torso exposed, but for my white bra still affording my breasts their modesty. I then unfastened my skirt, lowered and stepped out of it. Alison carefully took the garments and arranged them neatly over the hangers. Mrs. Harnett remarked, “I am pleased you wear an underskirt, most appropriate for a smart business lady. Continue.” The worst moment arrived, when I had to show myself in my underwear, my filthy, shit smeared, cum-sogged panties. I slowly pushed down the elasticated waist of my half-slip, now very self conscious. The brown smear must have been visible through the damp cotton. The wet patch seemed to cover most of the lower section and would be easily noticed. There was a gasp from Jenny and sounds of delight from Alison, when they saw the state of my panties. The manageress was impassive. “Now strip off your bra and panties but give your panties to me.” I unhooked my bra, letting my ample breasts hang and my turgid, dark nipples display themselves lasciviously, testifying to my arousal. Last of all I pushed down my panties and stepped out of them and handed them over. She held them open and looked inside, then felt the wetness. “What a nasty lady you are. Well, Ms Jenkins, under your smart attire you delight in wearing heavily soiled panties. Does that make you feel wicked? It looks as if you went to the bathroom and forgot to wipe yourself, then pulled your panties up again. And they are soaked with juice, fresh cunt juice, you must have been creaming all the time in here.” Love Of My Daughter Ch. 02 I was mortified as my secret was betrayed, although my shame would have been even greater if they knew the full story, the perverted games I played with my sexy daughter. Mrs Harnett then ordered me to displays my most private parts – my shaven mons was obscenely flaunting my intimacies. My lips were puffed and the delicate pink slit glistened with my juice. The inside of my thighs were shiny with fresh wet juice that had dribbled out of my vagina and older dried cum. I felt depraved and debauched, but craved for release even if it meant humiliating myself even more. “Now put that on” she ordered throwing the soiled teddy nightsuit at my feet. “Pull the crotch hard up into your ass-crack and cunt. Finger yourself through it, both holes, get it dirty. Then rip it off.” Trembling, I picked it up and drew it on, and immediately I was excited by the slinky sofy feel as it caressed my skin. It seemed a shame to ruin it but I felt compelled by the command and my own desire. I forced it deep inside my vagina with my finger and with another one pressed it into my retum, right up to the knuckle. I had not defecated that day and felt the large mass of stool awaiting in my bowel. I pulled my fingers out and pushed in again, even deeper. I felt my slippery cream and sticky excrement and knew the pretty garment would be unusable. Then I gripped it at my breast and pulled. The soft material tore down to the crotch. I was panting as I ripped it off completely and let the shreds fall to the floor. The wet and brown patches testified to my sexual fervour and level of hygiene. “Now feel yourself, do some grinds and masturbate the way you did yesterday. Show us what a nasty lady you are.” For the next several minutes I ran my hands all over my breasts, down to my belly, and between my legs, high up right to my groin. I squirmed and gyrated my hips, thrust my pelvis to shown my opening even more. My nipples swelled up hard and tight and I teased then between my fingertips, then squeezed my breasts in my craving. Suddenly my hole seemed to overflow and I could no longer resist its lure. I spread my legs wide and drew my hands down to where they joined, then pulled hard at my lips opening a great dark cavern, and stuffed my fingers inside, clawing and wrenching at my membranes. Brutally and nastily. I pinched hard the hood of my clit and I screamed in passion. “Oh fuck!! …. Fuck!!!! ……. Fuck me hard in my cunt!! ….. Hurt me!!! ….. Oaaaaggghhhhh!!!…. Yes, do it!! ….. Fuck me!!! …Aaaarrrrgggghhhhh!!!!!….. Ooooaaaaaaaarrrrgggghhhhh!!!!!…..” I collapsed on the floor, covered in sweat and cunt juice. My ears were ringing with their voices, a mix of shocked condemnation and taunts, and I wept in shame and exhaustion as they left the room. I had been raped, but the only one to have physically touched me was myself. ……………………………… They left me to compose myself, to dress, and make myself respectable. On the outside. On the inside I knew my depravity, I would relive it, and yearn for it. I spent a long time walking around, gazing at strangers and wondering if they could sense the degradation in me, the desire to do nasty things, to be debased, humiliated. I imagined myself committing obscene acts in public, and I knew I would want to repeat the events of the morning. I wondered if Lauren, my daughter would understand. Later that day, much later I would tell every detail to Lauren. “Tell me all about it, Mom.” And I did. We undressed together, slowly. Finally shedding my filthy panties as I recounted the final climax. She was lost in her imagination, immersing herself in the account of my experiences, and oblivious to all else. She hugged me tight, pressing her firm, youthful body against mine. She kissed me hard, pushing deep into my mouth, tasting, exploring me with her tongue and caressing my body with her hands. Naked in bed together, she said, “I’m so proud of you Mom. I want us to be dirty together. Promise me, Mom. You’ll do all nasty things with me.” “ I promise.”