Forbidden Needs
by April
CONTENTS:
Foreword
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Epilogue
FOREWORD
I had approached April (the original author of this story) about taking her
collected works and posting them into an author's account at ASSTR. Having read
her works in the past, I had always felt she had an underrated gift to create a
story that would challenge the mind, while stirring the soul. April had shared
with me was that she wished she could have written some of her stories in the
way that she truly wanted them to be written. In the case of this work, it was
with children of a much younger age. She had refrained from expressing her true
artistic intent for fear that the content would be deemed to be 'unsavoury' when
read by others.
One of the things that I articulated to April is that I have always felt that
stories should challenge our minds and our hearts. When we go to the movies, we
don't go to see movies that only have happy endings. In actual fact, such movies
often draw the least amount of viewers. Instead, society longs to see that which
they don't desire to partake in. This being images of death, destruction, verbal
and physical abuse, and in some cases nothing but sheer unmitigated torture. So
why is it that society can turn out in droves to a movie like 'Saw', which
details the brutal torture and murder of individuals in the most horrific ways
possible, while still not seeing it as 'morally offensive'? Heck, if they can
make a movie called "The Human Centipede" (look it up) then I don't think anyone
should be criticizing any story.
The answer is that we see it for what it is; a means to challenge our minds, to
accept that there are such thoughts in the world. Surely there must be for such
films to be created. With that in mind, I find myself wondering how anyone could
suggest that the story they are about to read should be considered anything but
an artistic exercise. Furthermore, the story here details no death, no murder,
and no torture. Instead it primarily chronicles the journey of a mother and a
daughter into an 'unequal relationship', where actions that would never be
considered are not only undertaken, but enjoyed with relish. Yet this story is
also one about love, and a special bond between mother and daughter that only
the two can share. There is no pain, just intimate events that defy the
imagination.
Where do I fit in? When I approached April about consolidating her works, she
expressed frustration that she was never able to write this story the way she
truly wanted to write it. When I suggested that she revise her work, with an
offer to proofread the results, she rued that she had lost her 'spark'. It was
then we discussed my taking on the daunting task of reimagining this. As one can
expect, since I'm a male, this was a bit of a leap. However, with April's
confidence in me, I have gone ahead and revised the story to best represent what
I feel April truly longed for. I can only hope that I have achieved it.
In my efforts to reauthor the story, I have added ~25K words. How a given reader
will experience the story is something that each person will have to examine for
themselves. My goal was to maintain the original story in all ways possible,
while bringing it back to where I believe April had wanted it. I consider it an
honour to have been given this opportunity, since it represents a great faith in
me as a writer. When one writes a story it almost becomes like one of their own
children. To leave it in the care of a relative 'stranger' to mould and shape in
a different way, represents a great deal of trust - trust that I hope was not
misplaced.
So when you read this story, don't be quick to judge. Open your mind to the
possibility that in a different reality, this could happen. In short, imagine.
Ask yourself, "What if...?" One doesn't have to like what is happening in a
story to be (non-sexually) stimulated by it. Part of the journey is going along
for the emotional ride, and exiting at the end feeling like you have been
entertained. I can only hope that my efforts will contribute to this in some
small way.
Lastly, to April, it's been a pleasure to go on this journey with you. I can
only hope that you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it for you.
Perhaps this might help reignite the spark you once had, the spark that I know
still exists deep inside you.
-Shushali (Author page)
CHAPTER 1
Donna Hartley was no shrinking violet.
She had the kind of job many men would have envied; a sports commentator for
motorcross racing and loving every minute of it. Donna presented the image of a
tall confident woman in her late thirties, not frightened of the world and what
it had to offer. It all started fifteen years ago. Her love of motorbikes
coupled with her journalistic training meant she now worked for the major sports
station as their "star reporter" on the track. Involved with the sport on a
personal basis as well, she married one of Europe's top riders, a Frenchman
called Francoise. Sadly it was a short marriage; both of them had nothing in
common, aside from the physical side of the relationship. It ended with a
divorce which saw her receive a large slice of his personal fortune. With all
the time he spent on the road, there was no battle for custody, and so she was
granted full custody of her young daughter.
The wind was gusting as she stood by the side of the track interviewing one of
the riders, her long tawny hair blowing across her handsome features as she
asked him what he thought about the forthcoming race. The bike engines roared as
the riders pulled back their throttles, causing her to shout into the microphone
for her voice to carry above the din. She kept her questions brief, party
because of the racket and also because the race was due to start in a few
minutes. The race has already been pushed back from Saturday because of rain, so
no one wanted to spend all day Sunday at the track. Still talking to camera, she
kept a running commentary as a tall leather clad rider jumped onto his bike as
he swung a long muscled leg over the seat.
"And here we see Marco Fonseca climbing onto his bed and..." She grinned
sheepishly as she realised her error.
"Sorry about that," she laughed, "I don't know what I was thinking of there."
Behind the camera the soundman doubled up, his body shaking with silent laughter
at her Freudian slip. He knew all right.
"Sure, keep laughing." She shot back at him grinning, and then rallied quickly
as her professionalism reasserted itself and she resumed her commentary. Her
mind was already anticipating the ribbing she'd receive in the bar from the rest
of the crew once they'd wrapped for the day. She would be able to take it of
course, and give back as good as she got, while keeping up with the drinks and
the usual boy's banter.
Donna had a masculine side, easy in the company of both men and women. She would
invite either into her bed indiscriminately. Attractive to both sexes, she had a
slim shapely body, lithe limbs and a graceful bearing, which she used to her
advantage in and out of the bedroom. Very much a attractive woman with striking
blue eyes, a long beautiful face, and tawny coloured hair that fell down over
her shoulders, she possessed an air of 'devil may care' which added to her
appeal.
Finally her piece to camera ended and she put down the microphone. "Sorry about
that lads, he shouldn't have been blessed with such a gorgeous behind. I was
thinking about him climbing into my bed."
Dave the cameraman shouted back: "How about you climb into mine tonight, eh?"
"In your dreams little boy." She replied to all round laughter from the crew.
= = = = =
Meanwhile Donna's daughter Brittany was at her younger friend Amanda's house.
Amanda's mother Jean was always friendly and often invited Brittany over when
Donna had to go off on assignment. Brittney didn't mind going over to play; in
fact, she quite enjoyed having someone to play with even if Amanda was a year
younger. As a bonus she never came away empty-handed, Amanda's mother usually
gave her a soda or an ice cream. On this particular day, both girls were dancing
around the bedroom as the CD player belted out a song. They laughed and giggled
as their bodies gyrated to the beat of the music, and although Amanda was only
just four years old, she danced around with thrusting hips and swinging arms the
same way she'd seen the older girls do on television. Both were oblivious to the
commotion they were creating as they bumped around the small room.
"Cut it out you two, the ceiling is nearly caving in." Amanda's mother shouted.
It looked as though the girls had caught her on a bad day.
"Mummy's cross." groaned Amanda. With ill grace, she walked over to the CD
player and turned it off, then jumped up on the bed hitting the mattress with
her hand in frustration.
Brittany joined her young friend, taking a place on top of the mattress next to
her.
"I'll bet your mummy doesn't shout at you" Amanda sighed.
"She does too!"
"When?"
"Well..." Brittany tried to think of a specific occasion, but she came up blank.
"Your mummy is nice," Amanda continued, "I wish my mum was as nice as your
mummy."
Brittney didn't know how to respond to young Amanda's remarks. To her she
thought that all mummies were nice.
"She's pretty too." Amanda pronounced.
Brittany nodded her head and looked down as the carpet as she thought about the
mother she adored. To say the youngster loved her was an understatement; she
felt so fortunate to have not only a caring mother, but also one who was so
pretty.
Some nights she'd hear moans and the creaking of bedsprings coming from her
mother's bedroom. These were often accompanied by her mother's voice as she
called out words of encouragement. Despite her young age, there was never any
attempt by her mother to hide her sexuality and sometimes she would talk about
whichever partner she was seeing at the time.
It was on one of these occasions when she was dating another woman that Brittany
recalled speaking up. "Mummy?"
"Yes dear?" Donna replied.
"Are you are a les... a les... ummm; do you like other women like they taught us
in school?" Brittney was referring to the book that was read in class called 'I
have two mommies', which described how a young girl didn't have a mother and a
father, but instead two women in a committed relationship. They only mentioned
the word lesbian once, and Brittney wasn't able to remember it correctly.
"I'm not really a lesbian Brittany, but yes I do prefer women."
Brittney remembered that conversation. She also remembered how she enjoyed the
intimate times they shared when she was still breastfeeding. Her mother refused
to force Brittney to wean, instead letting the child go at her own pace. In the
end she had nursed regularly until she was two, and then irregularly in the
following year. On only a couple of occasions had she nursed after that time;
and it was only after she had been crying and she needed the personal bond with
her mother.
She was only five-years-old, too young to be experiencing any sexual feelings
towards her mother. She had adored her mother as long she could remember, hardly
even remembering her father who was never at home much anyway.
"My mummy is beautiful." Brittney said as she swept her hand over her forehead
and pushed her hair back.
= = = = =
Shortly afterwards, the race started, and Donna began her commentary. Her
knowledge of her subject was impeccable, as she explained the technicalities and
the tactics of the riders as they sped around lap after lap on their powerful
machines. It was a gripping contest, and the world champion won the race after a
nail biting finish that left everyone, Donna included, almost breathless in
anticipation. She went down from the commentary box to congratulate the winner
Paulo Scorcini, and found him in the pits being clapped on the back by his team.
He was a good-looking Italian, olive skinned, dark haired and entertaining
company anytime, but after winning the race, he was in even better form than
usual. He turned away from his friends to give her his undivided attention and
the benefit of his sunny charm. This was one advantage of being a woman in a
traditionally made-dominated sport. While five other reporters from competing
media were pushing each other in the scrum, Donna was able to make eye contact
with Paulo and quickly draw him over.
She warmed to him instantly, it was so refreshing to be with a man who was at
ease with himself and confident of his own worth. Most men found her striking
looks intimidating, finding it difficult to initiate a conversation or say what
they really felt. Paulo had no such problem and invited her for a drink at his
hotel and a threesome with him and a friend. Despite the boldness of his offer,
she gladly accepted and promised to arrive later in the afternoon around three
o'clock. She had no problem with his motives, knowing quite well what his
intentions were. She hoped she was right and felt excited by the prospect.
Entering the bar at ten minutes past three o'clock, Donna found the two men
already sitting there having a drink. She joined them and chatted a little, then
told them she fancied going up to Paulo's room for some fun.
Paulo looked over at his friend, giving him a look that said 'I told you' so and
chuckled under his breath. "Lady, you don't waste time. I like that; I like
being asked. It's so good when a woman isn't afraid to say what she wants."
"Life's for the taking Paulo." She said in a quiet voice before looking him in
the eyes with what could have been a challenge. "Now, shall we go?"
Once back in his hotel room they wasted little time in moving to the bedroom.
The men where energetic and reasonably inventive, and all three managed to keep
going throughout the rest of the afternoon. Yet in spite of it all, there was
still the familiar feeling that something was missing. An element of something
that remained hidden. It wasn't as though there was anything wrong with the men;
they'd kept her going most of the time. It was just a feeling that she always
had after having sex with men.
The only man who had ever come near to curing her elusive craving - for that is
what it must be - was her ex-husband. Francoise had been willing to indulge her
fantasies. There was a dark forbidden side of her sexuality, which remained
untapped. He was the most inventive lover she'd ever had, with a kinky side to
his sexuality only matched by her present lover, Susan.
CHAPTER 2
Susan worked for the same television channel as her and read the news each day
to an appreciative audience of admirers. She was also channel 15's pin-up girl
and had her photo clinging to many a man's work place, mess room and even in
some teenagers' bedrooms. An elegant woman of thirty-two, with long black hair,
sensual intelligent features and a petite slim figure, her dark business suit
fitted her like an expensive glove. Her many admirers would have been shocked if
they'd have known she was a committed lesbian.
She'd been having a very secret relationship with Donna for some time now, a
relationship that both women found extremely rewarding. They met once a week at
Susan's plush apartment and spent the afternoon making love, discussing
fantasies and sharing their love for kinky sex. Both women enjoyed the idea of
watersports, not being on the receiving end mind you, but finding a partner who
would. It was partly because they were so well known that each found it
difficult to go out and find a partner that would satisfy their particular
fetish, except for Donna who had found her ex-husband to be a willing recipient.
Another one of Susan's kinks, which would have shocked everyone except her
friend, was her attraction to young girls. Donna had shared her interest to some
extent but not to the same degree as Susan. Susan kept up the pretence of
respectable heterosexuality by being married to one of the wealthiest landowners
in the country. A marriage of convenience suited both of them. Susan gained a
wealthy lifestyle and a screen for her real preferences, while he gained a
trophy wife who allowed him to enjoy his secret affairs with rent boys.
Donna went to work the next day, spending most of it in the studio recording
voice-overs for a new documentary called "Bikes of the Future", which she
actually found quite interesting. It was just after lunch when her cell phone
began to vibrate, so she stepped away to answer it.
"Donna Hartley..." she announced into the phone, since she was unsure if the
call was a business or personal one.
"Yes Donna, hi, it's Marion Wentworth over at Billingham's Academy." Marion was
the principal at her daughter's school. A nice woman, Donna had met her on a
number of occasions at school events. More importantly, Marion enabled her to
enrol Brittney into full-day kindergarten class despite being below the age
cut-off. Their policy was to admit children who would be six years old by the
month of November in that school year, yet Brittney wasn't turning six until
March of the following year, four months away. It was important that once
children finished kindergarten they would be able to handle the rigors of first
grade. As such, it took all of her charms to convince Marion to acquiesce to her
request, but Brittney herself made it possible. A very smart girl for her age,
she completely impressed the principal who had the final say in the matter.
"Good afternoon Marion, is everything alright?" Donna asked, wondering why the
principal would be calling her at work.
"Yes, yes Donna, quite alright. We've had a small problem at the school, and
we've had to end the school day early I'm afraid."
"Is it anything serious?"
"Oh heavens no! We've just lost power is all. A traffic accident knocked down a
power pole nearby; repairs won't be complete for another few hours. We're
sending all the children home."
"This isn't good timing I'm afraid. Could I call you right back?"
"Of course." Marion replied, although the tone of her voice faintly indicated
that she was not very happy about it.
Donna opened the phonebook on her screen and quickly found Susan's number, then
initiated a call.
"Hello yes?" the voice on the phone inquired.
"Susan?" she asked after the call was answered, "It's Donna; do you have a
moment?"
"For you? Of course darling..."
"I really could use a favour. You're doing the eleven o'clock news tonight,
aren't you?"
"Yes, and I'll be quite happy once Cheryl is back from maternity leave so I can
go back to the noon news. This shift is terribly hard on my social life."
"I know dear, I've had to do it as well. But I'm in a bit of a pickle here. The
school just called and they need me to pick up Brittney. Something of a power
problem, they said. I'd go, but I have to get that bike segment ready for the
six o'clock news. Any chance you could pick her up for me?"
"But aren't you afraid that I'll ravish her?" Susan replied in a mischievous
tone.
Despite her remarks, Donna knew that Susan was only teasing. "Oh don't you get
cheeky with me miss!" Donna replied with a snicker, "I'm sure I can trust you to
keep your hands to yourself for a few hours."
"Very well, but you'll owe me for this...!"
"We can settle up the next time we're together." Donna offered in a slightly
seductive tone, careful not to be overheard.
"I'll hold you to that." she replied with a smile in her voice, "Where is
Brittney's school?"
"Do you know Billingham's Academy?"
"Of course, it's only ten minutes away. Don't you worry dear, I'll go straight
round to get her now and bring her back home for five o'clock. Alright?"
"Oh Susan thank you so much. I'll let the school know to expect you. See you at
five."
With that taken care of, Donna called Marion back and explained the situation,
giving Susan's full name so they could validate her identity once she arrived.
Despite Susan's 'star' status, at Billingham's she would be just another
guardian, so Donna wasn't worried about there being a 'scene' when Susan
arrived.
Letting out a relieved sigh, she returned to the editing bay to complete her
work. She had skipped lunch, and really wanted to get this finished on time. Her
last assignment was a day late, and they were none too happy about it. Fortune
smiled on her that day though, and everything seemed to go right. In fact, she
had her clip ready by about four o'clock. After dropping off the disc, she
decided to call it an early day. Passing through the commissary Donna grabbed a
cup of tea and a biscuit to go and made the drive home.
It was actually a pleasant experience to walk into an empty house. Nevertheless,
she still needed to tidy up, since she had slept late this morning and rushed
the two of them out the door. Working her way through the rooms on the main
floor, she cleared the kitchen of the empty dishes from the morning's breakfast.
After tidying up the living room where they watched television, she moved
upstairs to the bedrooms. Since her room was closer, Donna took care of making
her own bed and picking up the nightgown she had hastily dropped on the floor
this morning. Lastly, she was now in Brittney's room, and found a mess of
clothing. In her rush this morning she didn't have time to lay out fresh socks
and underwear for her, so that prompted Brittney to find her own. As a result,
she was now staring at a handful of panties and a few pairs of socks on the
floor. While it was easy to see which socks were dirty, since the clean ones
were bundled in pairs, the panties were just sitting in a small pile below the
drawer; it would seem Brittany wanted to pick out a certain pair.
Letting out a tired sigh she picked up the pile of panties, and giving each the
'sniff test' she smelled each pair to detect the scent of fabric softener. After
finding the first three pairs to be clean, she finally happened upon the dirty
pair. Despite being dirty, there weren't any noticeable marks on them. She was
fortunate in that Brittney was fastidious when cleaning her bottom after using
the bathroom. However, with the dirty panties still in her hand, she
inexplicably brought the garment to her face again. Something on a subconscious
level had triggered her to do this; perhaps her trysts with Susan had influenced
her. It was common for Susan to tease Donna by pressing her panties to Donna's
nose, letting her take in the scent, and ultimately drawing them both to the
bedroom.
Yet these weren't Susan's panties, these were Brittney's panties. This was her
daughter she smelt. With the soft fabric against her face, she inhaled again.
She felt a tingle run down her spine over the depravity of her actions. What was
it that compelled her to do this? Had Susan's earlier, albeit harmless, remark
triggered her? The scent was nondescript on the one hand, as it was nothing more
than what one would expect to smell from a young girl of her age. Yet at the
same time, Donna found herself becoming aroused. Not because she desired her
daughter, but because it was something so very taboo. Shaking her head, she
tried to clear her mind of these reckless thoughts, and tossing the dirty
clothing into the nearby hamper, she made her way back downstairs.
Once in the living room she now found her mind pushing other thoughts into her
head. What was it that drove Susan's attraction to younger girls anyway? Susan
hadn't actually come forth and told Donna about it. She was surreptitious in
using witty banter and off-hand remarks to test the waters first. When Donna
didn't get offended at her jokes about picking up a couple young schoolgirls
they had passed by in her car, Susan decided to make her desires more clear
during one of their lovemaking sessions. Donna found the revelation a surprise,
since it wasn't what she had expected from Susan. It always seems that the
person you least expect to have an interest in this way is the one that does.
Nevertheless, for Donna her needs drove her to go into the dark places in her
mind. What excited her was not the usual, but the unusual. It was this drive
that had her desiring the powerful feeling of urinating in someone else's mouth,
and her ex-husband had graciously allowed himself to be used in such a manner.
However, she wanted more, so much more. So was it truly surprising that she
somehow found herself aroused by the depravity of her thoughts about her
daughter? Grabbing a bottle of vodka from the drinks cabinet, she splashed a
large measure of the clear liquid into a tall glass, and then tipped it between
her lips and swallowed. She sat down on the sofa as the piquant liquid warmed
her stomach and spread out through her body like a heat wave.
Did she desire her own daughter sexually? The whole thing was so preposterous,
so outrageous and so very wrong. 'So wrong' she mused, feeling her thighs
moisten and her nipples harden at the depravity of the idea. 'Oh my, why is this
turning me on? I'm so horny all of a sudden.' she thought.
She took another drink as she pondered the whole concept of lesbian incest with
her young daughter. Donna then realised she could hear her own jagged breathing
and feel her clitoris throbbing with a need she had never felt before. In bed,
flesh against flesh, mother and daughter, mouth-to-mouth, tongue against nipple,
tongues in.... She gasped, her face felt hot but not from the vodka, she knew
with a certainty that she had found a missing element in her sex life; she was
finally finding the answer, or at least part of it.
Donna had a mental image of her daughter standing before her naked, her immature
little body waiting for her to do with it as she wished. Her pussy began to
juice at the thought of the girl lying on her bed with her arms and legs splayed
wide, waiting for her mother to make love to her.
She reached down between her legs, and pushing the light material of her panties
aside, plunged her fingers into her squelching cunt just as the final image
burst upon her mind. She saw herself sitting naked on the bed with her own
beloved daughter kneeling down before her. Brittney was sucking her pussy, her
face hidden from view by her two fleshy thighs. She moaned as she saw herself
drape both of her long legs over the girl's willowy shoulders, and then wrap
them around her back in an iron grip. With a feverish groan, she knew she was
making sure the five-year-old couldn't escape. Not until her mother had been
pleasured thoroughly. Donna came with a loud cry, soaking her crotch and the
couch below. Her hips jerked off the seat as she saw herself cumming on
Brittany's young lips. Collapsing back down, her breath was ragged as she tried
to compose herself. Finally, she groaned and pulled her panties back up, and
then reaching for the vodka again, she began to plan her daughter's seduction.
When Susan came round to drop Brittany off, she noticed her friend giving
Brittany a long stare as she ran up the front walk. It would seem there was a
latent desire there, and that prompted Donna to think the same thing.
CHAPTER 3
Brittany noticed a change in her mother over the next few days. Instead of
lounging around the house in a t-shirt and jeans as she usually did, she wore
low cut halter-tops and short skirts that gave her an eyeful of thigh-high
stockings and bare thighs. On one occasion when she sat on the sofa watching TV,
Donna came in with a cloth and sprayed the coffee table in front of her, and
then bent down to rub the tabletop. Her bulging breasts were almost breaking
free from the small top, and to the girl's disbelief she realised her mother
wasn't even wearing a bra. She quickly lost all interest in the program, her
fascinated gaze taking in the sight of the two cheeky breasts and upturned
nipples. She blushed furiously when she noticed her mother looking down at her
with a secretive smile.
It happened again as Donna bent down in front of the TV to pick up an imaginary
piece of dust. This time Brittney was treated to the site of her mother's black
skirt riding up past her stocking tops and bare thighs, to reveal a pair of
sheer dark panties she'd only recently bought.
Brittney's eyes were drawn to the site of her mother's white alabaster buttocks
seemingly winking back at her and she blushed again as her mother swung round
suddenly and caught her staring. Shortly after that, Donna went upstairs, and
Brittney heard her padding around for a while before hearing the sound of the
shower door clanging. It was almost as though she was preparing to go out on a
date, although she hadn't told her that she would have a babysitter tonight.
There'd been an unusual atmosphere in the house just lately; her mother had been
quieter than usual, not saying much, just kind of acting up in a strange way
wearing a mysterious look. Brittney turned her attention back to the cartoon she
was supposed to be watching, and let go of her thoughts.
While her daughter was watching television, Donna had made her way to the
bathroom. She showered, washed and conditioned her hair until it had a deep lush
fragrance, which the packet insisted contained the essence of golden woods and
summer meadows. Placing a towel over her head as she stepped out of the shower,
she gentlly patted her hair dry and then pulled it away to let her silky mane
swirl down her back. After carefully wiping her skin dry she rubbed fragrant
essential oils onto its surface, then padded into the bedroom and sat before the
dresser mirror. There she carefully shaved her legs until they were smooth and
shiny, and then her armpits, until they felt sleek against the back of her hand.
Satisfied with the result, she picked up a pair of scissors and trimmed her dark
pubic hair leaving a neat triangle of growth. She was leaving nothing to chance,
and wanted her elegant appearance to do more than impress her lovely young
daughter. After slipping on a pair of her most revealing blank lace panties, she
decided to forgo a bra for tonight.
She decided on a makeover, although usually this wasn't a necessary part of her
preparations. Her beautiful features and clear complexion stamped her with a
character and sensuality that had never needed make-up. In spite of this, Donna
carefully applied mascara to her long eyelashes, and fresh beige eye shadow to
her lids. She blinked her eyes feeling pleased with her image in the mirror, and
reached over for her lipstick to apply a red scented gloss around her shapely
lips. Feeling secretly pleased and a little vain at the same time, she reached
for a blush stick and began to blend a shade of light coral peach into the
apples of her cheeks, and then met her eyes in the mirror to give a perfect
pout. A few drops of her favourite perfume behind her ears and under her breasts
added an aroma of drifting sandalwood and cloves to the warm night as she
slipped on a silky black gown, and tied it loosely around her waist.
As a final touch, she dimmed the lights, which gave the cosy room a soft
romantic feeling. She paused to ponder her actions for a moment. Part of her was
still appalled by what she was about to attempt with her young daughter, who was
only five-years-old for goodness sake. The whole situation was sick and pathetic
and so was she. Nevertheless, by far the stronger and dark voice inside her
egged her on. "It's what you've been craving for all these years." it whispered.
Shaking her head, she responded non-verbally, 'Is it? Do I really want this with
my daughter?' She glanced once more in the mirror and then called her daughter
to bed.
"Brittany... Eight o'clock... Turn the telly off its time for beddy-bies now."
The sound of her mother's voice using the same childish phrase she always used
at this time came singing down the stairs just as the credits came down. She
thought again about her mother's unusual behaviour. It reminded her of the
teasing and flaunting she saw when her mother's female friends came to visit.
All those suggestive looks and then the provocative clothing were beginning to
make her feel confused. She shook her head and called back, "Coming mummy!",
then switched off the set and flicked the light switch off before running
upstairs with a head full of crazy thoughts about her unpredictable mother.
Once in her bedroom, the girl threw her clothes off and put on her nightgown,
then padded off to the bathroom, where she washed and cleaned her teeth. Once
finished she was heading back to her bedroom when her mother called out to her.
"Brittney dear, can you come see mummy please?"
Without much thought, she wandered into her mother's room, where she stopped and
found herself awed at the sight before her. The sight of the glamorous woman
stunned little Brittany. Although she knew it was her mother, she still had to
blink a little to make sure. The elegant woman could have been a film star; she
would have graced the screen in any Hollywood picture as the perfect leading
lady. Brittney stood and stared with the door handle still in her hand, unsure
of what to do next. The beautiful woman smiled back at her conspiratorially.
"Come sit on the bed please dear." she said in a soft and soothing tone, "Sit
here for mummy and let's talk a little."
Brittany found herself mindlessly obeying as she walked across the thick piled
carpet that dominated the large room, now made cosy by the dimly lit lights. She
felt the mattress yield softly to her light body as she took a place next to the
beautiful adult. Her senses reeled at the scent of her mother's seductive
fragrance and she nearly swooned with pleasure as she sat near her.
Donna reached over and gently stroked her daughter's hair, slowly running her
hand through the blond tresses. Her eyes rested for a moment, as they seemed to
examine a stray lock before lifting her gaze back to meet hers. "Honey, do you
think your mummy is pretty?" Donna asked, trying to break the little moppet out
of her spell.
"Of course mummy! You're very pretty." Brittney quickly replied.
She ceased her stroking to rest both hands on top of Brittany's shoulders. "I've
always loved you Brittany, even when your Father and I were together, I always
loved you more."
"I love you too mummy."
"It's hard for me honey, not having a husband and doing everything on my own.
Sometimes I worry I'm not giving you enough attention. But a single mother has
to keep pushing to get anywhere, and to get people to take notice of her. I've
been away a lot and I've worked long hours. I haven't seen as much of you as I
would have liked. But I want you to know the time we've had together has always
been precious to me."
Brittany smiled and reached over, taking her mother's larger hand between her
two smaller one's and squeezed. "I love you lots and lots mummy." Brittney's
eyes were glistening in the dim light.
Her mother realized she was near to tears herself as she gently clenched her
daughter's hands back in a way that said 'I know'. Donna cleared her throat
quietly. Cocking her head to the side slightly and seemingly in a sudden change
of mood, she raised an eyebrow in a questioning glance.
"So... what do you think of all this war paint I've slapped over me. Does it
make me look pretty? It's taken me ages to trowel on over all the cracks in my
old skin."
"You're the prettiest mummy in the whole world!" Brittney assured her, "You look
like a lady in the films. I'm so lucky to have such a lovely mummy." She paused
and added with a casual afterthought, "Amanda thinks you're pretty too."
Donna flushed pleasantly at this piece of information. Amanda was a little
angel, even younger than her daughter was. Was she beginning to feel the same
way as Susan did when it came to little girls? Exceptionally young girls at
that? The very thought caused her new problems with her composure.
Returning to the present, she smiled back at her lovely daughter. "That's nice;
Amanda's such a lovely little girl. But coming back to you and me darling, I'm
so glad you like me looking like this. It's not my usual style, and I must admit
it feels a bit strange, but I have to say it does feel kind of nice." She tossed
her hair back over her shoulders as she looked at herself in the mirror.
Brittany found herself feeling... Odd. That's the only way she could describe
it. Her mother was acting in a way she had never seen before. While it didn't
quite scare her, she did feel apprehensive. However, she knew her mother loved
her and would never hurt her. If nothing else, she had complete and total trust
and admiration for her. Despite this, she didn't know what to say, since she was
out of her element. She tried to imagine what an adult would say at a time like
this, but she couldn't think of anything.
With their hands still clasped together, Donna gave them a little squeeze and
then let go. "Honey, the reason I called you in her is because I wanted to be
with you tonight."
"But you're with me every night mummy."
Donna smiled when her daughter said this, since she was completely innocent and
oblivious to what she was inferring. "No honey, I mean I want you to spend the
night with me in my bed. Just as you did when you were little. But this time I
want to do some other things."
"What things mummy?"
"Well for starters, do you remember when you used to nurse at mummy's boobbies?
Do you remember how it made you feel better when you did it? Then you stopped
doing it because you didn't need to anymore. Remember?"
"Yes mummy."
"Well what if I told you that when you did that it made mummy feel good too.
What if I asked you to do that again so that you could make mummy feel better,
would you do that for me?"
While Brittney was more than willing to satisfy her mother's desire, she was
still unaware of how her mother desired her. "Of course mummy!" she replied, and
in the way only a child can, she leaned over and started to innocently pull
aside Donna's black gown.
When the garment opened to expose Donna's supple breasts, she let out a small
gasp. Brittney's efforts were of a different mind than hers, but despite this,
she was still aroused by it. For her part, at this point in time, Brittney was
only treating this event as an extension of what she had done hundreds of times
before. Her lips were no stranger to Donna's breast, and once they latched on to
her nipple Donna started to feel something she had never felt before when she
had breastfed. She was aroused. She was feeling the same feeling she felt when
Susan's lips embraced her breasts in a soft caress.
The position they were in on the bed wasn't really a comfortable one. For her
part, Brittney had just dropped to the floor, walked over - and standing between
Donna's legs - opened her gown and haphazardly started to suckle.
Pushing her gently from her breast, Donna said, "Honey, here, let's get more
comfortable, OK?" Brittney's mouth slipped off her breast with just the hint of
a kiss, and the sudden lack of contact had Donna already missing this intimate
embrace. Standing up, she quickly pulled back the covers on the bed, and leaning
over to the light switch, dimmed the lights even more. Letting her black gown
slip to the floor, she slid casually into the bed with half her body under the
covers, leaning up on her elbow. With a 'come hither' look on her face, Donna
gently patted the open space on the bed beside her.
Brittany cautiously climbed up into the bed, and moved into the space beside her
mother. While she had done this many times, tonight felt very... different. As
she settled down beside her mother, she felt an odd sensation of uneasiness,
something she couldn't quite put her finger on. However, she quickly brushed
those thoughts away from her mind, since she knew she was safe here.
With her daughter lying supine beside her, Donna gently pulled the blankets up
so they covered most of their two bodies, while leaving her breasts exposed.
Looking down at her daughter, she gently reached over and pulled Brittney onto
her side. Only a foot away, Donna moved herself gently into position beside her
daughter, and then with a gentle caress pulled her daughter's head onto her
heaving breast. The effect was immediate once she made contact. It felt as if
Brittany's lips were passing electricity into her body, as a tingle started to
move from her chest to her extremities.
For her part, Brittney had started to suck, ever so gently. While this was
something she remembered doing quite often, it seemed different now. As she
looked up at her mother, she could see fire in her eyes. While she was unaware
what this fire was, she could tell that it was beginning to consume her. What
mattered now for her was the intimacy with her mother though, and she put aside
any reservations she had and gave herself in to the experience.
"Oh baby, you're such a good girl doing this for mummy," Donna moaned, "you
don't know how good you're making mummy feel. Do you like it honey? Do you like
sucking mummy's soft boobies?"
While the question was rhetorical, Brittney was unaware of this and backed
herself off her mother's breast. "Yes mummy." she replied.
Donna quickly drew her hand to the back of Brittney's head, pulling her back
onto her breast with even more vigour. "No darling, keep sucking mummy please!
Mummy needs this so bad..."
The room became silent now; the only sounds were Donna's somewhat ragged
breathing, and subtle sucking noises coming from the junction between Donna's
breast and Brittney's lips. With each second that passed, Donna found herself
becoming more and more aroused by what should be an innocuous bonding between
mother and daughter. While she may have done this a thousand times before, what
she was feeling now was something completely unlike anything she had ever felt
before in her lifetime. It was as if the sky opened up and showered her with
stars.
As she weaved her hands through her daughters hair and kept her mouth bonded to
her bosom, she let her eyes drift off into space. Her mind was alight with all
the possibilities she could explore. It was easy to detect Brittney's mild
reluctance, but that should be easy for her to overcome with a mother's love.
Tonight wasn't the night for exploration though. Tonight was just a means to get
Brittney to take the first step. She would be cautious though as she took the
next ones. With that thought in mind, Donna lowered her head to the pillow and
pulled the blankets up over them, leaving Brittney to pleasure her under the
covers as she drifted off to a blissful sleep.
CHAPTER 4
The following morning Donna woke up with a renewed sense of power, one she
hadn't felt in years. To put it simply, she felt so... alive. Any second
thoughts she might have had about initiating contact with her daughter were
quickly fading away. Looking over to Brittney, she found her sleeping beside
her, head on a pillow. It would seem that at some point after she covered them
that Brittney had moved out from under the blanket and cuddled up beside her.
With morning light just starting to creep through the windows, Donna casually
ran a hand through her daughter's hair. She leaned her head lower and whispered,
"Time to get up poppet. Rise and shine."
With droopy eyelids struggling to open, Brittney blinked her eyes a few times to
focus, and seeing her mother's face beamed back up at her with a sweet childish
smile.
Silently Donna pulled back the covers, and they both started to extricate
themselves from the now disorganized bed sheets. "Go get washed up honey and
I'll get your clothes ready for school."
"OK mummy!" chirped Brittney as she scampered out of the bedroom on her bare
feet.
"Oh my..." Donna sighed to herself, now that she was alone. "I've really done it
this time, haven't I?" Her thoughts were drawn to what she had started. While
enjoyable, and something she was beginning to desire more and more, she was
slightly wary of Brittney and her ability to keep their tryst a secret. Donna
made a mental note to discuss this with Brittney before going further. The last
thing she needed was Brittney casually talking about 'her night in bed with
mummy' at the next show & tell. Indeed.
With Brittney dressed and fed, Donna led her out the door to meet the school bus
that was just pulling up. It wasn't really a school bus in the strictest sense
of the word. It was a passenger van that the school used to collect children,
driven by a wonderful older woman named Agatha. She was completely delightful
and always attentive. Donna never worried about Brittney's trips to and from
school. With a wave, they were off and she was off to her car to head for the
studio.
Donna's day was uneventful for the most part. There were rarely ever any races
to cover during the week, so she spent most of the day doing research for
upcoming races. While she had a 'natural talent' for her work, it didn't mean
that she didn't have to do the legwork. It was often relentless the back and
forth to get current lists of riders, not to mention the difficulty there was in
trying to arrange pre-race interviews. While she wasn't on the clock, it was in
her best interest not to take off too early since it would only mean more work
the next day. So after a long and hard day, she finally decided to call it quits
and head home.
With tea in Hand, Donna waited outside the door to her home as she saw the
school bus pull up front. Waving and smiling to Agatha, she opened the front
door as Brittney raced up the front walk and through the door into the house.
"How was school today dear?"
"OK," she replied with a cheerful chirp.
Oh the joys of childhood, being able to sum up an entire day in one simple word.
"Well my lovely, why don't you get changed out of your school clothes and come
down to sit with me. I'd like to have a talk with you."
"What is it?"
"You'll find out once you get changed and come back now won't you?" Donna
replied with a smile.
"OK mummy..." she replied as she ran to the stairs to appease her mother's
wishes.
Donna walked over and sat herself down on the love seat, smoothing her skirt as
she did so. She felt a bit apprehensive, since she knew she might have to use
some 'pressure' on her precious child. The kinds of pressure that can make a
person roil with guilt. It was the only way though, and she hoped that any
potential distress she caused would be short-lived and quickly forgotten. With
that thought just exiting her mind, she heard the rumble of footsteps and young
Brittney bounced her way down the stairs.
"In here poppet..." she called out from the living room, "come have a seat with
mummy."
"What is it mummy?"
"Well darling, I wanted to talk about last night. Did you like sleeping with
mummy?"
"I guess so."
"You guess so? You didn't like sleeping with your mummy?" she answered back,
trying to press her into picking a side.
"No I liked it." Brittany answered back quickly, trying to assure her mother she
didn't dislike the event.
"That's good dear, because I want to talk to you about that. When you were at
school today, did any of the other kids talk about what they did in their
bedrooms?"
Brittany found the question a bit odd, or perhaps better to say unexpected. She
wasn't quite sure what being in bed with her mummy had to do with school.
"No..." she hesitantly replied.
"Do you know why honey?" Donna replied, and then continued without letting her
respond to the question, "It's because what you do at home in your bedroom is
private. You know what private is, right? It means that you don't tell other
people about it."
"Not even my friends?"
"No honey, not even your friends. Look at it this way... You went to the
bathroom at school today, yes?"
"Yes."
"Well did you tell your friends you did a poor or a pee?" Donna said
descriptively, to drive the point home.
"Nooooo!" Brittany loudly replied with giggles in her voice, underscoring that
she saw the silliness of the remark.
"Why?"
"I don't know, I just don't."
"The reason why you don't tell anyone is because it is private. Right?"
"I guess so."
"So what you do in our bedroom, you should never tell anyone else about, because
it's private too, OK?"
"OK." she replied, seemingly accepting her mother's logic.
Donna was taking this nice and slow. She knew she needed to make sure that
Brittney understood why she should or should not do things. Just telling a
five-year-old that it's 'a secret' will only lead to problems down the road
should she ever let it slip. Not to mention that secrets can lead to pressure if
a child thinks they are being forced to 'hide' something. By approaching it in
this way, Donna was normalizing her silence by justifying it, instead of trying
to hide it. She made it educational. If she was to take things further with her
daughter, absolute secrecy had to be assured.
"Right then dear, let's talk about some other things, shall we?" Donna announced
in a soothing and calm manner.
"Like what mummy?" her daughter replied, again unsure of where her mother was
taking the conversation.
"I wanted to talk about some other things that you and I could do together....
Grown up things. You like to do grown up things, don't you?" Appealing to her
child's vanity, she offered what all children want, to be 'grown up'. It's
ironic since as children, we long to grow up, but as adults, we often long to be
children again.
"Oh yes mummy!"
"Don't speak so fast yet poppet. If you want to do grown up things, you need to
remember that you may not like them at first. That's how it is for all adults."
Brittney cautiously pondered her mother's remarks, although she was starting to
get a bit lost by what she was saying. Her young mind was, obviously, not on the
same level as her mother. However, her trust for her mother kept her calm and
relaxed as she sat and listened to what her mother had to say.
"Do you know what a boyfriend is honey?"
"I think so, you mean like when a boy likes you?"
"That's right dear. When a boy likes you, he's called a boyfriend. What do you
think they call it when a girl likes you?"
"A girlfriend?"
"Very good, yes." Donna decided to take the bull by the horns. "Now what would
you think if your mummy wanted to be your girlfriend?"
Brittney let out a loud giggle. "You can't be my girlfriend, you're my mummy!"
"I know poppet, but I could be your mummy AND your girlfriend. What would you
think about that?" Donna had finally tossed her first iron into the fire, and
she watched as her daughter processed the remark to make sense of it.
"I don't know... OK I think... What would happen?"
"Well darling, the only thing different is that when we're at home we might do
some special mummy/daughter things. The kinds of things that are private. Things
like what we did last night, but so much more. I promise you sweetheart, I will
love you so much if you do this for me." This was the sliver under her
daughter's paw. While Donna did feel a tinge of regret for pulling out the
'love' card, she knew that it was the one of the few trump cards she could play
that would win this hand. With it played, she also knew this wouldn't be the
last time she played it either.
"OK I guess." Brittney said with ignorance of what she was consenting to.
Although she was apprehensive, she trusted her mother implicitly, and any
uncertainty quickly faded away.
"That's brilliant dear! I promise that you and mummy will be doing lots of adult
things that we can enjoy. Would you like that?" Her breath came out in a rush as
she felt her arousal building. She wanted to take her daughter to bed and knew
she couldn't wait much longer. She reached over and brushed her dimpled cheek
with a soft kiss.
Brittney was a bit taken aback by her mother's kiss. Not because she kissed her,
since her mother had kissed her thousands of times before. It was how she kissed
her. This kiss felt... different, in a way she couldn't describe. The touch of
her mother brought butterflies to her belly and a shiver up her spine. Unable to
respond with words, she just nodded silently with a look of wonder in her eyes.
This was clearly going to be unlike anything she had ever experienced before in
her young life.
With her daughter in a bit of a trance, Donna continued, "We can get ourselves
into a lot of trouble if anyone else finds out about what we do in private. Do
you understand?" She asked earnestly.
"I won't tell, I promise." She said assuredly in a calm voice.
"Come with me dear, let's go to my bedroom where we can get comfy, OK?" Without
waiting for an answer Donna gently but firmly pulled her daughter's hand and
once standing, led her up to the master bedroom. Lifting her up under each of
her arms, Donna raised her daughter up and sat her down atop the downy mattress
on her bed. Quickly settling in beside the young girl, she wasted no time in
resuming where she left off. "The next few years are going to be the richest of
our lives." She assured her as she placed her arm around her daughter's shoulder
and drew her close. "Come here."
She pulled Brittany closer and their lips met in their first incestuous kiss,
the thrill sending shivers through their bodies as they realized its importance.
Donna's lips pressed against her daughter's, writhing against them like a duel.
It continued until the youngster reluctantly parted her lips, ever so slightly,
and felt her mother's tongue slide past them to ream the inside of her mouth and
run along her teeth. The room took on the sounds of French kissing as salvia
passed between their mouths and over Brittany's cheeks, as her mother hungrily
mouthed her small face before plunging back against her lips.
For young Brittany she was instantly overwhelmed by what her mother was doing,
and for the most part was in a state of shock. This was unlike anything she had
ever experienced before. While her mind struggled to process these new feelings
and emotions, she gave herself over to her mother, with the trust only a
daughter can have.
Heavy breathing and the occasional fevered moan joined the sounds as the
atmosphere became charged with passion. Moaning into Brittany's mouth, her
mother pulled away the girl's sundress, drawing it up over her small body until
the material was nestling against her neck. She broke the kiss with a loud plop,
the girl gasping as she did and with one quick movement the material was up off
her shoulders to expose her slim chest and flat stomach.
"Here let's get these off. Stand up sweetheart." She hissed.
Brittany began to stand up and immediately felt her white panties sliding down
her legs to the floor as the eager woman stripped her naked. She stood without
moving, noting the lust written across her mother's face as her eyes devoured
every inch of her beautiful pre-teen form. Blonde hair cascaded to her
shoulders, framing an oval face and dimpled cheeks with a clear complexion like
her mother. They both shared the same blue eyes, right down to the sparkling
anticipation, which now shone from them both. Her skin had the complexion of
clear honey without a blemish to be found, and as the woman's gaze travelled
down over her slim stomach, she found even more pleasure in her gaze.
She had never looked at her daughter like this before. As a mother, she'd seen
her undressed on many occasions, but never with the shiny eyes of a lover.
Donna's inner thighs moistened as her eyes moved down and took in the puffy lips
of her immature vagina. Lifting her again, this time she nearly threw Brittney
back onto the bed. As a fit of lust overcame her, she fell on top of her
daughter, her curvy adult body with all its feminine beauty and needs pinning
her to the bed as she kissed her repeatedly.
Brittany reached round and brought her arms around the woman's back and held on,
moaning into the larger mouth as it devoured her. A thrill shot through her as
she felt her mother's breasts for the first time. The prodding of her swollen
nipples as they pressed through the thin blouse into her lower chest caused her
to gasp aloud. Kisses rained down on her face, her chin and her throat to the
accompaniment of breathless sighs from the eager woman as she combined licks and
nibbles with hungry open-mouthed caresses.
Sucking on the tiny nipples then flicking them with the tip of her tongue caused
a delighted "Ohhh Mummy... that's nice..." to escape from the little girl. She
grunted with satisfaction as she felt the effect she was having on her baby.
Down she went, fleeting kisses wetting her stomach and then long swipes of her
busy tongue around her daughter's pussy before pausing for a moment to whisper,
"I love you". She wriggled her tongue between the openings as she ate her
daughter's pussy with shameless relish. While Donna didn't dislike what she was
doing, she was only doing it to achieve her objective. She received no sexual
stimulation from it, this was simply a means to an end. For her part this would
be the first and last time she would ever pleasure her daughter. These were not
the roles she and her daughter were meant to play. From this point on it would
be her daughter pleasing her, and never the other way around. It would be her
daughter eating her pussy... and so much more.
What she intended to achieve was to get her daughter to see the kind of pleasure
that she could derive from what her mother was doing. That way, when her mother
asked her to do the same to her, she would be able to understand the pleasure
that her mother would receive. While she didn't know to what extent the
five-year-old would be able to experience this kind of pleasure, she was sure
that it would have some impact. In any case, Donna just needed to get the ball
rolling, and from the reaction of child below, it was having an effect.
Brittany legs twitched as she felt her mother's tongue slip into her pussy and
wriggle around inside. She let out a series of gasps and sighs at the incredible
sensations within her. "Ohhh mummy... what... what are you doing?" she asked as
her eyes glazed over with of awe on her face.
"Just relax baby. Mummy wants to make you feel good." Donna replied as she
continued to take her daughter into a new and strange place of pleasure she had
never experienced before. "How is it honey?"
"It's lovely mummy..."
Unseen by Brittney, Donna's face broke into a wicked grin, as she knew she was
breaking down the barriers in her daughter's mind. With renewed vigour, she held
the girls thighs and pushed them back. This gave her access to Brittney's tight
little butt hole, which now lay fully exposed before her. Leaning in closer, she
swiped her long tongue over the small rosebud until it glistened with salvia,
and then gently pushed the tip past the tight ring and slowly fucked her rectum.
By now, the youngster was moaning in pleasure as she pumped her tiny bottom into
her mother's face. She squealed when Donna began to quicken the pace of her
tongue, watching it plunge in to the hilt and invade her bowels, and then whip
out again in a blur of motion. Donna's lust filled eyes remained fixed on her
daughter's face as she molested Brittney's ass and felt her squirm and cry out
in delight. She kept it up for a few minutes more, the room now noisy with cries
of passion and the slurping of her tongue inside the wet anus. Suddenly she
switched back to the girls cunt and resumed sucking and licking the little
clitoris.
"No mummy, it's too much!" her daughter cried upon feeling this renewed assault
on her young clit. Twisting on the bed, she attempted to push her mother's head
away.
Donna ignored her pleadings and pressed on, wrapping her arms tightly around her
daughter's thighs to keep her from squirming away.
"It's too much mummy! It's too much! Stop! I'm going to wee!" She came as only a
girl of that tender age can; lights began to flash in her head as she felt her
insides turn to liquid, mistaking the sensation for pissing.
Not wanting to take things too far, too fast, she quickly eased her attack and
carried on slowly licking and kissing until Brittney's sighs ceased, and then
slowly pulled her tongue out as she felt her daughter collapse. The woman slowly
kissed her way up the child's slightly quivering body until she reached her
lips, and then kissed them tenderly before laying on her side with her chin
resting on her hand.
"Well now, how was it? Don't tell me you didn't like that." She teased, with a
sly smile touching her lips.
"Ohhh mummy! I never felt like that before."
"I'm sure you haven't poppet..." Donna responded with a smirk. Her face flushed
as she realised it was time to put her daughter to work on her own body, a
thought she'd been relishing ever since all of this began. "My next question is,
could you do that for mummy...?"
CHAPTER 5
Brittney gazed over at her mother, soaking in the lust in her eyes. She was
still fearful though. The experience had been so intense, that she wasn't
comfortable with going further, at least not now.
"I'm scared mummy."
"Scared of what dear? There's nothing to be afraid of. It's just the two of us
here, nothing can hurt you."
"I dunno, I'm just a bit scared."
It was clear that post-coital regrets were now seeping into Brittney's mind, but
Donna did not intend to let this moment slip away. Her gut started to churn, as
her mind started to lay out what she needed to do in order to overcome
Brittney's objections. The dichotomy of sexual lust versus maternal love was
raging in her mind. After a brief skirmish, lust won out and prompted Donna to
pull out her trump card.
"But don't you love your mummy?" she said with a sad look on her face, clearly
designed to provoke a response in her daughter.
"Of course I do!" Brittney replied with emotion tweaking her voice, "I love you
mummy" she added as she raised herself up onto her elbows.
"Well why won't you show mummy you love her then?" The guilt savagely ripped
through Donna's mind, as she used her daughter's love as a tool to satisfy her
sexual desires. Despite the guilt, her libido was firmly in command.
"I'm just scared." Brittney whimpered as her eyes started to tear up.
"Oh darling, come here..." she said as she leaned over to embrace her daughter.
"There's nothing to be afraid about. Do you think your mummy would ever hurt
you?" without waiting for a response, she continued, "Don't you worry about a
thing; mummy will show you what to do. If you do that, you'll be as right as
rain. OK darling?" Donna wiped a tear from her cheek and smoothed her hair as
Brittney composed herself.
With a pout, Brittney nodded her head, her eyes less fearful now. Donna didn't
dare wait and have her get cold feet, so she jumped into action immediately.
"Don't worry", she purred, "I'll guide you all the way. Are you okay if I take
my clothes off now baby?"
The girl gulped. "OK."
"Good, because I'm going to stand up and show you my body." She sat up and swung
her long legs off the side of the bed, then got up and stood before her
daughter. Their eyes met for a second as she quickly undressed. Brittany gasped
when she saw her mother's magnificent figure, her eyes taking in the sweeping
curves of her breasts and her long shapely legs with the dark fuzz nestling
in-between. Her skin looked toned and lightly tanned, except for the pale
conical breasts and angry pink nipples, which now stood smartly to attention.
She lay down next to Brittany, and reached for her hand, mother and daughter
both naked together.
"Place your hand on my breast," she whispered to the girl. Brittany obeyed and
tentatively reached forward to place her hand on the nearest one, waiting to be
told what to do next. "Now explore it, get used to how it feels, squeeze it a
little if you like, but be gentle. There, that's nice isn't it? Feel how the
nipple stands up and goes hard when you touch it. Good. Now do the same with the
other one, run your hand over it, lift it up. Put your hand underneath and feel
it's weight... That's it, does it feel nice?" The girl nodded. Pleased, Donna
continued. "There's only one thing better than touching it, and do you know what
that is?"
"No mummy."
"Kissing it of course." Donna said with an inviting smile. "That's your next job
honey. Lean forward and put your mouth over my nipple, then kiss it and feel it
grow stiff between your lips"
Brittany leaned forward, taking the supple flesh in both hands and brought her
open mouth over the pink tip to suckle on. The nipple felt hard and rubbery to
her tongue, while the flesh it surmounted felt soft and smooth, but still firm
as she closed her eyes and cooed like a baby.
The way Brittany held onto her mother's breast and sucked on the nipple wasn't
too dissimilar to a mother feeding her baby, except in this case the mother was
feeding herself to her daughter for sexual gratification. Unlike last night
though, this time she planned to have the girl do much more. Sighing quietly,
she cradled the girl's head with her hands as she enjoyed her oral caresses.
"Good girl" she whispered, her soft sighs turning into moans as she passed
Brittany's lips from one breast to the other. The pale flesh glistened with the
girl's salvia in the dim bedroom light as they rose up to fill her mouth.
Whispered encouragement found its way past her lips as she expressed her
feelings with words. As Donna became more aroused, the tone of her voice
changed. Her words became more demanding, and her cunt juices were beginning to
seep out in anticipation as she instructed the girl to go lower.
Brittany moved to obey her wishes, quickly scooting down towards the woman's
stomach, but stopping at her wrinkled belly button to give it a kiss.
"That's a girl..." Donna assured her, "keep going down."
As Brittney descended, she couldn't help but stare at her mother's vagina. While
she had seen it at a distance on occasion when her mother was changing, she had
never been this close to it before.
With Donna splayed out on the bed, she encouraged the child to move her body
into the space between her legs. "Up you go there precious, right between them,
and then lay back down."
As she settled down, Brittney stared warily at the fuzz of pubic hair above the
wrinkled labia
"Just put your face next to my vagina, or as big girls say 'cunt'," she said
lewdly, parting her legs in anticipation, "Yes that's it. Now watch as I open
myself up for you. Look at it darling, see how wet it is and how it glistens,
you've done that by getting me excited. Watch as I pull back the lips, they
don't hang down any more do they? They're more like the wings of a butterfly."
Donna cooed her words softly to the child between her thighs, as Brittney lay
breathless and in awe of the lewd spectacle before her. "I'm going to put two
fingers either side of my clitoris Brittany," her mother continued, "see how
that make's it come forward out of it's hood like a little finger? It's for you
honey, all for you, give it a big kiss to say hello."
With trepidation, Brittney leaned forward and gave her mother a gentle kiss on
her clitoris. When Donna felt this, it was as if a bomb exploded in her mind,
sending shock waves rippling throughout her body. She involuntarily gasped, and
then with inhuman strength, she fought the overwhelming urge to just grab her
child's head and ram it into her pussy.
Once back in control of herself, she continued to educate her daughter on how to
sexually please her. "Ahhh yes, that's nice. That's your fist kiss on my clit;
I'll remember that forever sweetheart. Now run your tongue and lips around it.
Yes, that's it darling... all around with your little baby tongue. Feel it
stiffen and grow just like my nipples did. Now lick up the juices down there
honey. Please tell me you like it, it would make mummy so happy if you did."
Again, Donna manipulated her daughter's emotions, by tying the pleasure Brittney
was giving her mother to emotional approval. What child would want to make their
mother unhappy?
For her part, Brittney was nonplussed when her mother's juices started to flow
freely. While she wasn't scared, she really wasn't sure what to think. With a
tentative tongue, Brittney carefully reached out and licked at a moist spot on
the opening of her mother's vagina. With her tongue coated in her mother's
discharge, she pulled it back inside her mouth and closed her lips. Pausing, she
took a moment to allow the secretions to roll around her mouth and over her
taste buds. For whatever reason, she found herself unable to pin down whether
she liked the taste or not, so she snaked out her tongue and dug deeper into the
centre folds of her mother's vagina for a larger sample.
Donna watched with anticipation as her daughter had taken one lick, and now she
was taking a second. She hadn't yet replied to her question about the taste, so
she just left it alone for the moment. Since her young daughter hadn't said
'no', there didn't seem to be any reason to push the issue.
Brittney's tongue collected an even greater amount of her mother's discharge
this time, and again she pulled her small pink tongue back into her mouth to
mull her feelings on how it tasted. While it did have a distinct taste, she
really had no context for it. It didn't taste like sweets, but it wasn't
offensive either. While she didn't actually 'like' it in the true sense of the
word, she was willing to say that she did like it to her mother to make her
happy. If she had to swallow more of the discharge, it wouldn't bother her. She
would do it if for nothing more than they love of her mother. With this decided,
she finally announced, "It's OK mummy, I like it."
"Oh that's so wonderful darling. You don't know how proud and happy you have
made your mummy right now." Donna gushed with praise, which brought a big smile
to Brittney's face as she soaked it all in. There is nothing that will make a
child happier than to hear their parents say they are proud of them. "I'm so
glad you like it poppet, because you'll be getting a lot more of it from now
on."
Hearing this, the young girl lost a bit of her smile, since she was unsure of
exactly what her mother meant by that. Whatever the case, she would cross that
bridge when she came to it. With that in mind, she neutrally replied, "OK."
"Now one more thing I want to teach you sweetheart is that when mummy gets
excited, she may yell or say things very loudly. You may or may not understand
what I'm saying, but when mummy does this, it's a good thing. It means you are
making mummy very happy, so whatever you do, please don't stop what you are
doing. OK dear?"
"OK mummy."
Donna was starting to lose her 'edge', so she dispensed with any other
instructions and moved to get her daughter's face back into her cunt. With a
gentle sigh, she lowered on hand to Brittney's head and gently pulled her back
in. "That's a good girl. I'm so glad you like it. Let's try some more then,
right? Down you go, clean up mummy good sweetheart." Donna sighed and pushed her
pelvis forward. "Keep sweeping your tongue into me! Rub your lips against me as
well and give me plenty of little kisses. Yes, that's right. Good girl, keep at
it." With her pleasure increasing she moaned, "Oh darling, I can't wait any
longer for this. Press your face between my thighs and suck my clit hard! Don't
stop doing it until I come right in that pretty little mouth of yours. I'm going
to fuck your face with my hot cunt lover. Flick your tongue from side to side to
excite my clitoris. Does it feel angry? Yes, I'll bet it does, it's throbbing
like mad. Take it between your lips; pretend it's a lollypop... Yeah baby like
that!" She hissed, "Now suck on it!" She yelled. "Ohhh, Ohhh yeah! Keep sucking!
Keep going!"
Brittany flinched as she felt the woman's thighs flip over her shoulders. She
was unsure of why her mother was doing it, and so she stopped her ministrations
when it happened.
Immediately Donna noticed her hesitation, and reassured her, "Don't panic
darling." She cooed. "It's okay; I'm just bringing my legs up over your
shoulders. Feel them close around your head. You know mummy won't hurt you
right. Nod your head for yes honey. Good girl. Now keep licking and sucking
honey, please don't stop when mummy is so close...!"
While her daughter didn't know what her mother was close to, she redoubled her
efforts now that she could hear her mother's voice rising. Remembering her
mother's earlier words, she wasn't alarmed by the yelling, although it was a bit
disconcerting at first. Her mother's voice continued to rise as she went from
licking to lapping up her mother's copious discharge.
With her daughter firmly ensconced between her mother's thighs, Donna resumed
her verbal assault, "You like the feeling of Mummy's big thighs squeezing your
ears don't you? Yeaaahhh! You know you do! Feel my legs as they wrap around your
back and hold you in." Her voice rose with excitement as she thrilled to the
sound of her own lewd words. "You're Mummy's prisoner darling and you're going
nowhere till you've satisfied me completely. Uh huh!" She thrust her cunt up
hard. "Uh huh!" Then again. "Yeah! Yeaaahh darling, keep going! Go faster!
Faster! Don't stop... Don't ever stop! Ohhh God Yeah! Yeah! That's it sweetie!
That's it!" Her voice rose to a loud wail, filling the room with the sounds of
her exhilaration as she approached her crises. The sensation of Brittany's
tongue lapping her and the knowledge of the forbidden act they were involved in
drove her over the edge. Her voice came in sobs as angry passion seized her, and
crying out she reached for the girl's head and took a handful of her soft hair
to pull her face against her wet cunt and grind her pelvis up against her chin.
Brittney was starting to get a bit unsettled. Despite her mother's assurances,
she was starting to feel a bit out of control. Her mother was pulling hard,
pressing her face tightly against the opening to her mother's vagina. The
juices, which oozed slowly before, were starting to run out in a steady stream,
and she had to start swallowing on a regular basis it to keep her mouth clear.
Despite her mother's grinding and bouncing hips, Brittney was endeavouring to
hold on as best she could.
Cunt soup smeared Brittney's face as it bounced against her mother's thrusting
groin. The woman groaned louder as more taboo thoughts filled her head. "Come
on! Come on!" She urged. "Suck me off! Lick it! Lick it! Lick it! Oh fuck! Oh
fuck I'm going to cum. I can't hold back. I can't stop it I... Yes! Keep
going... Keep it up, stay with me baby! Stay with me... here it comes! Here it
comes... I'm going to cum right in that sweet fucking mouth of yours. Ugghh!
Ugghh!" She cried as her hips slammed backwards and forwards, her thighs
squeezed her daughter's head, holding her in place, as the heels of her feet
locked together. Then, for the first time in her life, she screamed during an
orgasm.
Brittney tried to keep up, sucking and flicking her tongue within her mother's
vagina, trying her best to make her mother happy and proud of her. When her
mother's voice was at its peak, suddenly everything changed. The grip on her
head tightened, and it was starting to become uncomfortable. She found it hard
to breathe since she was being pressed so deeply into her mother's vagina.
However, the biggest surprise was yet to come. When her mother screamed out, her
small mouth filled quickly with short gushes of fluid. While not offensive, the
issue was quantity. Brittney's eyes bulged as she found herself in shock over
this new development. "Mmmffff..." she moaned in between gulps of the tangy
liquid.
"Shhhh!" her mother shushed her as if she had spoken out in a movie theatre.
"Just keep swallowing, it's almost over!" Donna angrily moaned as she neared the
end of one of the most spectacular orgasms she had had in years.
As best as Brittney tried to appease her mother's gushing cunt, it was just too
much to swallow and breathe at the same time. This caused some to go down the
wrong to make her cough and splutter. However, since Donna's eruptions had
ended, she was able to recover once her mother released her.
Hearing her daughter struggle, Donna eased up her grip on the young girl's
tresses, and relaxed her thighs. With this done, Brittney was able to take in
some gulps of air and cough a few times to clear her windpipe. Despite the
relaxed grip, Donna hadn't released her thighs from her daughter. Donna paused
briefly as she fought for breath. Then in a raspy voice said, "Clean up mummy
sweetheart. I know you're tired but just try and lick up mummy's cunt cream, OK
poppet?" Without waiting for a response Donna gently but firmly guided the head
of the five-year-old back to her vagina. Once there she removed her hands and
let them lay loosely at her sides as she relaxed in post-coital bliss, while her
daughter dutifully cleaned her pussy of any remaining cream.
After a few minutes, she gaped her thighs wide to release its prisoner, then
patted the bed beside her to indicate that Brittney should come lay next to her.
After she complied, Donna turned to her daughter and broke the silence, "Oh
sweetie that was the best gift you could ever give me. I can't tell you how
happy you made me honey, and I am so proud of you for drinking up every drop of
mummy's special cream. I love you so much for this." Donna continued to heap
praise on the five-year-old girl, which had her beam with pride, even though she
was still trying to recover from the workout she had just endured.
Brittney was of a mixed mind about all this. To be frank, it confused the heck
out of her. On the one hand, she had just gone on one hell of a wild ride, and
her mother seemed to have been temporarily possessed by the devil. On the other
hand, she made her mother very happy and proud of her. The tie went to the
dealer in this case, and she decided that if it made her mother happy and that
her mother loved her for doing it, that she could continue to do it for her.
That night there was more of the same, and while Brittany seemed tired at times,
Donna would cradle her face in her hands and tell her how much she loved her,
and how happy she was making her. Each time the young girl would smile and dive
back between her mother's legs with renewed vitality, and each time she was
rewarded with mouthful after mouthful of her mother's tangy syrup. The hours
flew by, and the sheets under Donna's buttocks became more and more soaked with
the runoff that Brittany was unable to consume. During one of her daughter's
bathroom breaks, she quickly grabbed a towel and placed it on the bed so she
wouldn't soak the mattress.
Donna seemed insatiable in her desire to have her daughter please her orally.
While happy that her daughter was learning how to please her over longer
periods, she didn't pressure her as much that evening as she had after school.
It seemed that her first orgasm had released years of pent up pressure, and once
she had done that, her time with Brittney was somewhat more relaxed. The child's
efforts carried on until the wee hours of the morning, when they both collapsed
from exhaustion and fell asleep.
= = = = =
The next few days were like a honeymoon. The morning after their night of
lovemaking, Donna phoned in sick for the next three days, then did the same for
her daughter by speaking to her school and telling them she had the flu. They
spent the rest of the morning sleeping until they both dragged themselves up for
Donna to prepare them a large breakfast. They went shopping for the rest of the
afternoon with Brittany whooping with joy at some of the new dolls her mother
bought her. When they got back home Brittany wanted to run upstairs and play
with her two new Barbie's and their outfits, so Donna let her. While she did so
want to continue her daughter's new 'education', it was only fair that Brittney
got to have her little fun. Soon her mother would be taking her to bed to
provide for her own pleasure. Not to mention poor Brittney might be too tired to
play with her new toys if Donna had her way.
Donna gave her an hour, and then called her into the master bedroom. Today she
wanted to teach her how to make love to her behind. It was one of her favourite
acts and she wanted to entice her young daughter into rimming her as soon as
possible, hence the bribe of the two dolls. Leading Brittany by the hand, she
led into the bedroom where she quickly shed their clothes.
"Take off your clothes honey, and then kneel down on this pillow Mummy's putting
on the floor. Good, that's it. Now I'm going to teach you how to kiss my other
hole. When I stand in front of you, I want you to lick and kiss the cheeks of my
nice big bottom. Start by doing that and then I'll guide you in further when I'm
ready for you. How do you feel about that?"
"But that's where the poo comes out." Brittany offered with a crinkled nose,
somewhat reluctant to blindly appease her mother.
"Don't be silly dear; it's perfectly clean, look for yourself." Donna reached
back, and with both hands spread her cheeks apart to assure the girl they
weren't dirty. However, for good measure she added, "Don't you love your mummy?
I thought you loved me?" Oh how Donna's gut turned when she invoked a mother's
'love' to seduce her daughter into orally copulating with her anus.
"I do love you mummy, it's just..." Brittney stopped mid-sentence, not knowing
what to say. She loved her daughter dearly, but this just seemed so wrong.
Seeing her hesitation, Donna again tried to lure her in, "Look honey, I promise
it will be fine. Just give it a little kiss; right on the button in the middle
and you'll see that it doesn't taste bad at all."
While still not convinced, Brittney was willing to try if only to assure her
mother she loved her. Leaning closer, she carefully sniffed the budding rosebud.
Not only did she not smell anything distasteful, it actually smelled clean. This
would of course make perfect sense if one knew that Donna had showered while
Brittney was busy playing with her dolls. However, the young girl was so
engrossed with her toys she paid no heed to what her mother was doing. With a
brisk and abrupt motion, she pursed her lips and pressed them against Donna's
hole, and as quickly as she connected, she backed her head away.
"That wasn't so bad, was it? I would love you ever so much if you did this for
your mummy. Please?" Again with the guilt, but for Donna if a tool works, you
use it. With her hands still holding her cheeks open, she watched with baited
breath as her daughter leaned in again. Another kiss landed on her rosebud, and
this time Brittney spent about three seconds making contact. While this
happened, Donna's mind was exploding in pleasure, since she was making another
dream come true. "That's a good girl, keep going dear. Give it lots of kisses
with your pretty little mouth."
Leaning back in, Brittney gave in to her mother's desires and continued to kiss
the area in and around the rosebud.
"Oh that's so beautiful my sweet child; you are making your mummy love you so
much! Don't just kiss it dear, you can lick it like you did last night. Just
keep licking and kissing honey, there's no wrong way you can do it. That's right
honey, I'm going to let go of my cheeks now and you can press your face inside.
See how my cheeks hug your face? They love you my darling, please love them
back." Donna was beside herself in pleasure as she egged on her little
five-year-old daughter in the perversity of worshipping her asshole. Despite her
daughter's initial reservations, she had now seemingly overcome her fear that it
would be distasteful. This was no accident of course. Donna had made sure to
wash the area impeccably while her daughter was playing, and she used both
scented body wash while bathing, and then after rinsing applied a thin film of
scented oil. Her buttocks would smell like a bouquet of flowers, although she
knew that this was only to get her started. Soon her washing would be less
fastidious, and if all went well, her daughter's tongue would replace the need
for toilet paper.
As Brittney continued her efforts, she became more and more relaxed. So much so,
that she placed her hands on the older woman's legs to support herself, and then
with a deep inhale she leaned forwards and pressed her pretty features into the
first cheek. It yielded to the pressure of her face, yet still felt firm to the
touch. She stuck out her tongue, and at first tentatively licked up and down the
surface. She felt goose pimples and in one or two places a couple of brown
moles, which she twirled the tip around to savour. The flesh felt warm and still
smelt beautiful from the body oil that had been rubbed into it earlier, and she
relished the feeling of the silky domes as she lapped them with her tongue.
She began covering each one with a series of butterfly kisses, followed by wet
open-mouthed licks. She felt her mother push back as she rubbed her ass into her
willing face. Brittney opened her mouth wider, trying to fill it with the soft
flesh. Then she felt a hand gently guide her face sideways until she took the
hint and moved her head towards the partition, slowly kissing her way along,
until her nose brushed against the woman's dark crack. She sighed as she took
the plunge and felt her mother's hands on the back of her head become more
demanding. She had no choice but to bury her lips against the brown rose bud of
her mother's anus. She breathed in the rich aroma of its dank secretions, the
smell beginning to sour as her mother became more aroused. It nearly made her
pull out and gag but she knew that would upset her grown up lover, so she forced
herself to breathe in again and tolerate the strong tang.
Donna began to churn her buttocks round and round into the five-year-old child's
face, so that any one viewing the scene would have seen a beautiful woman with
her head thrown back in ecstasy, grinding her buttocks into the obscured face of
a young girl. The person would either be appalled or enthralled, but either way
would watch in fascination, hearing the wet slops of the girl's feasting mouth,
and the moans of the woman, as he or she witnessed the lewd spectacle before
them. It was soon becoming too much for Donna, and as the orgasm built up inside
her, she was nearly ready to explode. It was when Brittney - unprompted -
attempted to stick her tongue inside her rosebud that Donna lost it. With a
guttural roar, she started to cum. With lightning fast reflexes, she spun
herself around, grabbed the five-year-old's head, and plunged it in between her
legs.
"Oh honey, drink mummies cream baby! Drink it all up!" she cried as she came
noisily, there's no other way to describe it. Donna came so much so that she
scared Brittany, who tried to pull out, until her mother begged her to carry on.
The orgasm left Donna sobbing as she collapsed on to the bed and took her
daughter into her arms. It was a shattering experience for both of them and for
the next twenty minutes, they both lay still until their breathing returned to
normal. Finally, Donna propped her head up from the pillow and kissed the girl
softly on the lips as she smiled into her eyes.
"Thank you darling, that was wonderful for me. You made me love you so very much
when you did that. Did you mind doing it?"
Brittany shook her head, as though the very thought of her minding doing
anything to eschew her mother's love was unthinkable. "It was a bit strange at
first," she admitted, "but then it was OK I think."
Her mother sighed lustily as she kissed Brittney's forehead, then her nose, then
her ears and finally her lips as unbelievably her passion grew once again.
"That's nice Brittany." she whispered seductively, "In that case do you think
you could manage to do it one more time?"
"OK mummy." She nodded dutifully.
Donna reached a pillow over and placed it under her crotch, then buried her face
in the other as she arched her proud buttocks into the air
"Take your time darling. Make mummy climb up the wall."
CHAPTER 6
"Cheers"
"Cheers" replied Donna, as she clinked her glass of gin and tonic against
Susan's.
Both women were laying back on the sofa in the sumptuous living room of Susan's
London flat. Although she was married, it belonged to her and had nothing to do
with her husband. Susan presented a welcoming sight to viewers as she read the
news most days of the week. Her attractive trim appearance gave the impression
she was speaking to them personally, her blue intelligent eyes seemed to see
through the camera straight in to theirs. Donna was delighted when Susan had
made a pass at her last year at a party. Ever since then they'd been lovers with
constant meetings at Susan's flat. They met once a week for discreet daytime
sessions of lovemaking, as both women had every Wednesday to themselves and made
full use of it for their weekly tryst. Susan studied her friends face, sensing a
difference in her this week. She reached over to stroke Donna's hand as she
gently probed.
"So how was your week?"
Donna's lips twitched as she smiled, knowing she couldn't hide her excitement.
"Oh not bad." She said casually, trying with a feeble attempt to hide her glee.
Susan raised her eyebrow knowingly. It could only be something wonderful,
probably something very exciting to make Donna so amused. She was obviously
hiding something quite thrilling; Susan had noticed her energised state as soon
as she walked through the door. Knowing Donna, the only thing that could
possibly have such an effect on her had to be sex, and it wasn't too wild an
assumption to work out she'd made a new conquest.
"Who've you been making it with honey bunch?"
"Pardon?" she replied with mock surprise.
"Donna, I've known you a long time, and you are far too easy to read. What's his
name?"
Susan's hand slid down to her friend's leg, and caressed its way up her stocking
covered thigh. "You know you can share your secret with me." She cooed. "We
never keep anything from each other darling. Do tell honey, you know it's safe
with me."
Donna looked away for a moment as she sought for the right words to tell Susan
about her and Brittany, as she had been dying to tell her ever since she came
round. Susan was Donna's soul mate, both were more than friends and lovers; they
were almost like sisters, both fiercely protective of each other and very
devoted. "You're right." She bit her lip slightly before she continued. "But
it's a she, not a he. She's also younger. I know how much you adore younger
girls Susan. It's one of your closely guarded secrets."
Susan gave a long apprising stare as she wondered just where the conversation
was going. Donna knew her liking for young girls, not just young but pre-teen.
It was her secret fantasy to seduce a girl still in nursery school, that's just
how young she liked them. Donna had been her only confidant, her secret yearning
known only to her because she knew she wouldn't be appalled as other people
would. In fact, Donna had found the idea quite stimulating herself, but never to
the extent, that Susan had. Her breath caught in her throat as she waited for
her to continue.
"Well, it's happened to me Susan." Donna continued, "I'm having a sexual
relationship with a very young girl."
"How young?" She briskly asked, hardly trusting her voice.
Donna paused, and then downed a large swig of her drink. With the alcohol
loosening her tongue, she finally blurted out in a hushed whisper, "Five."
Susan's eyes bulged wide with this revelation, and then rolled back in her head
as she closed them to try to contain the wave of excitement that rushed through
her body. Not only had Donna passed a boundary she seemed unwilling to cross,
she had managed to do so with girl at an age that she had always dreamed. A very
young girl. With the strength of a thousand women, Susan reigned in her
feelings. "Oh really?" Susan managed to calmly reply. She had to use
extraordinary restraint to not disturb the tone of this conversation. She wanted
to keep her emotions in check.
"In a way I've been having a relationship with her ever since she was born."
Donna replied, reaching out and taking Susan's had in hers as she gazed into her
burning eyes. "You see darling, I'm her mother."
"Oh my God!" Susan gasped aloud as she was overwhelmed with emotion. Her hand
shot up to her mouth to try to squelch her outburst, but it was too late. Not
only had she been overwhelmed by the revelation of the age of her young lover,
to find out it was Donna's daughter was beyond belief. Her head fell back on the
sofa as she stared up at the ceiling. For a while there was silence, almost like
the after effects of an explosion, and in a way it was.
"Have I shocked you?"
"In the enormity of what you're saying, I suppose you have. I just need to take
it in, I don't disapprove." She paused and breathed out loudly, letting a gust
of air blow her dark hair away form her forehead. "I'm honoured you told me. How
long... I mean when did you..." Susan's voice trailed off as her mind lost its
way.
Donna leaned forward and kissed her. For the next half an hour she told her
everything, all that had happened, how she had felt, what she had done about it,
and everything they had done together since.
When Donna had finished, Susan quietly stood up, took her by the hand and kissed
her with a furious passion, which showed just how she felt. "I think it's time
we made our way upstairs." She whispered. With that, they began their slow
progress to the bedroom. Slow because the two excited women could only get a few
feet further before falling on each other, kissing passionately and pulling off
items of clothing. By the time they flung the bedroom door open, they were both
naked.
Donna fell onto the bed and was about to pull Susan down too, but she resisted.
"No, no not this way. Stand up darling, I want to worship your gorgeous body,"
she said, as lust overtook her. Donna got to her feet as Susan knelt down before
her and clasped her hands around her trembling buttocks. The domes yielded to
her caress as her palms sank into each one, at the same time she pressed her
face against her belly, kissing, licking and rubbing her nose and jaw into her
pale flesh until she suddenly pulled back to look up into Donna�s eyes in a
moment of supplication and as it happened, apprehension. "Would you mind if I
pretend to be Brittany?" She asked.
Donna gave a gasp of surprise, or was it lust as she looked down upon the
kneeling beauty. Oh yes how deliciously kinky that would be, and so many
possibilities too. She and Susan were birds of a feather when it came to
�nasty�. Why hadn�t she thought of it earlier?
"Call me Mummy." She murmured.
"Yes Mummy."
Donna�s breathing was jerky, her breasts rising and falling with swollen pink
nipples, as she stood hands on hips like an Amazon before her.
"You�re going to make mummy feel so fucking good with that sexy little mouth of
yours aren�t you? Hmm� You want that don�t you sweetie. You want mummy to cream
off in your mouth�. Cream you a mouthful so you can drink it down like a honey
bee." The last sentence came out in a strangled croak as the moment overcame
her.
"Oh fuck!" moaned Susan before she could stop herself. She knew Donna was beside
herself at her idea; the sex was going to be fantastic.
"Oh yes mummy. I�ll do anything you want. Use my mouth for anything." She said
in a small voice.
Donna was immensely aroused at Susan's role-play, since she was able to say
things that Brittney would never say and that her mother longed to hear. Donna
took her hands off her hips to part her labia and snake them into Susan�s lush
blonde hair before thrusting her hips into her face. She gasped as she felt the
woman's hot breath on her cunt, then her warm, wet mouth as it began to
alternate between lip worship and intermittent swipes of her tongue, the rough
scraping of the sensitive flesh providing an exquisite counterpoint to her
gentle kisses. She let out a moan, then another, and then another and finally a
scream. It was going to be quick, both women know it as Susan unleashed an
attack on her clit that had Donna grabbing her hair into bunches and pulling her
so tightly against her, that Susan yelped but carried on her onslaught.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" She cried as she punctuated each sound with a hard thrust of
her hips. "I�m cumming� Oh fuck. Yes! Yes!! Take it down�Drink me, swallow my
spunk you angel mouth!"
Susan was glugging down mouthfuls of cream; she could actually feel it squirting
against her pallet as she swallowed. She tried to tilt her eyes upwards to watch
Donna�s face as she cried out but a forest of bushy curls obscured her vision.
The gripping of her hair gradually lessened until she was free again and able to
pull her head back and look up at her goddess. Donna was looking down at her
with a dreamy look in her eyes, a lover's smile, her long tawny hair hanging
down like a halo.
"That was amazing! Oh god that was fantastic..." She said in a hushed voice as
she dropped down on her knees, took Susan's face in her hands and then opened
her mouth against her lips as though she was eating her.
Later they lay on the bed with Susan�s head resting on Donna�s breasts and her
teasing fingers hidden in her pubes. With a sly grin and childish voice she
asked, "Mummy? Was I a good girl?"
"Yes dear, a very good girl." She cooed softly as she gently removed Susan�s
moving fingers away from her pussy lips and brought them up to her mouth.
Oh yes, there were all kinds of possibilities here.
As the morning passed into afternoon, shadows began to fall across the large
room. "It's time I thought about getting back home." Donna sighed as she noted
the changing light seeping over their sweating bodies. "Brittany's due to be
home from school soon." She yawned and leaned over to kiss Susan on the lips.
"I'm going to be too tired for any more fun today though. As usual you've worn
me out, and believe me that takes some doing."
Susan didn't respond; her mind was elsewhere for a moment. What thoughts the
lovemaking hadn't occupied, were still handcuffed to the thoughts of a
five-year-old girl pleasing Donna in ways she had only dreamed of.
"Honey, where have you gone, you're miles away?" Donna asked looking down at her
preoccupied lover.
"Oh." She exhaled as she came out of her reverie and looked up at Donna. "I was
just thinking about Brittany for a moment."
"Yes?" Donna raised her eyebrows slightly.
"You said she'll do anything you say?"
"That's true," she admitted, "while I do have to bring her along, I've learned
verbal ways to sway her."
"Well, you know how you've got this thing about golden showers, giving them I
mean...."
"Go on." Donna urged, "You have as well remember..."
"I know. But you have the opportunity of having someone fill those wishes now.
Wouldn't Brittany agree to let you do it with her?"
"I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it," Donna admitted as she lay
back to stare at the white ceiling, "but it's how to ask her. I don't want to
put her off by saying something clumsy. I'm not sure how to steer the
conversation in that direction."
"Umm..." Susan though for a moment and then sat up and squeezed the other
woman's breast. "What if you don't say anything?"
"What. But I thought you just said...."
"No listen for a second," she interrupted, "It could be an accident. It could
just happen. What happens if you lose control of yourself when you're sitting on
her face and you're having an orgasm? In that position, it's got nowhere else to
go except her mouth. Why not just pretend that you've lost control and peed
yourself, and then see how she copes. If she really hates it, well then maybe it
isn't going to work out. On the other hand if she doesn't mind... Then maybe you
can start training her to be a regular little toilet."
Donna eyes shone with excitement as she reached over and kissed her friend,
smiling into her eyes. She knew what she was going to do.
CHAPTER 7
The next few days were hectic at work preparing for the Grand Prix that coming
Saturday. Donna wouldn't be getting back home until Saturday night. Fortunately,
Amanda's parents Jean and David Dawson were good about looking after Brittany;
both were some years older than she was, I guess probably in their early
fifties, although Amanda had been adopted. They hadn't been married long, they
were both divorced and had adult children. As soon as the race ended, Donna was
on her way home. Driving through the rain, she was looking forward to a few days
leave and time to spend with her beautiful daughter. She called at Jean and
David's place around seven that evening and Jean answered the door. Jean was a
pleasant faced attractive woman with shoulder length curly blonde hair and
sparkly green eyes that managed to keep her full figure in good shape. Donna was
glad to see you could still look good in your fifties if you were lucky and
worked out a little. She resolved to do the same herself when she had to.
"Hi Donna, come in out of the weather." She smiled. "I'll bet you're about worn
out, you look it. Would you like a drink?" Donna must have looked tired, she
certainly felt it and she was more than glad to accept a small glass of wine
when Jean put it into her hand. She thanked her as Jean called for the children
to come down stairs. It took some time for them to answer, but they finally did.
Both were heavily engrossed in one of Amanda's board games that they were
playing on her bedroom floor. "Brittany, your mummy's here!" She called.
Donna's heart leapt as she heard Brittney call out "Mummy!" and rush down the
stairs like a tornado to jump into her arms. Donna lifted her up off the floor
and nearly forgot herself, wanting to kiss her like a lover rather than a
mother. Instead, she gave her a large hug and told her how much she'd missed
her. Donna put her down on the floor as the young girl wrapped her arms around
her mother's legs and clung onto her, as Donna thanked Jean for looking after
her.
"Don't worry Donna; it's been a pleasure to have her here, especially with David
working during the evenings so much it's nice to have a houseful of children to
keep me occupied." She said stroking Amanda's hair. Both mother and daughter
smiled at each other and Donna could see the love in their eyes as it shone
brightly for each other.
She took her own daughter by the hand and led her to the door. "If you ever need
the same just get in touch and I'll be more than happy to look after Amanda,
just let me know Jean."
"Thanks love, I will." she nodded.
The car resounded with excited chatter as Brittany recounted all the things she
and Amanda had done during her three-day stay. She told of the den they'd built
at the bottom of the garden and how they'd used it as a hideaway for all their
adventures, even for picnics with Mrs Dawson bringing down buns and Coke. She
had lots of fun. Donna smiled inwardly as she listened to her daughters excited
prattle, part of her was glad she'd had such a good time while she was away, and
she was grateful to the Dawson's for that. Yet deep down she was a little upset
that Brittany hadn't spoken of how much she'd missed her yet.
"Mummy, it's been fun and all but I hope you don't keep going away." Brittany
looked up at her mother, her face suddenly as sad as her quietly stated
entreaty. "I missed you." she added softly. Donna glanced down from the road for
a second the wipers waltzing across the screen as they swept aside the pattering
rain, and her emotions flooded as she saw the pleading little eyes of the girl
she loved twinkling in the dark of the car.
"I'll try so hard not to darling. Sometimes mummy has to go away so she can earn
us pennies. We need money to keep our house and give us somewhere to live. I'm
sorry love but sometimes I'm going to have to go away, even if I don't want to,
I'd much rather be at home with my special little girl. Honey..." she continued
driving with one hand as the other took her daughters hand in hers and gave it a
squeeze, "I've missed you too." She let her breath out in a sudden rush as she
thought of how much she'd yearned for her daughter's childish loving and she
briefly glanced down again at her daughter beautiful lips before fixing her
attention back to the glistening road and the drive home.
The last few days had taken their toll on Donna, it had been a tough work
schedule with long hours of preparation sometimes from dawn to dusk and she
needed her sleep. Unfortunately, this meant Brittany had to sleep in her own
room for the night. As Donna followed her up the stairs, upon reaching the top
she turned Brittney around and kissed her softly on the lips. "You get some rest
poppet. Tomorrow night mummy will want all of your special kisses, and more, to
show mummy how much you love her, OK?
Brittany's skin tingled as she tried to imagine what 'and more' could mean, but
put the thought out of her mind and reached out to give her mother a hug.
"Goodnight mummy."
"Goodnight darling."
The next day Donna devoted herself to Brittany's pleasure by taking her to the
zoo, something she'd wanted to do for some time but hadn't got round to. The
young girl was totally awestruck by the animals and had the best afternoon of
her life, as she laughed and squealed at the antics of the chimpanzees, which
were clearly her favourites. She liked all of the animals, even the placid
snakes in the reptile house that made her mother shudder. Donna took her for a
slice of pizza on the way home and watched as she devoured every morsel with
relish; Donna only had a bottle of water, explaining to Brittany how she had to
watch her figure.
"What's 'your figure' mean?" She asked in a puzzled voice.
"It means the way my body looks, I eat carefully because I don't want to put on
weight and get fat. Like that lady over there." Her eyes glanced to a huge
female that sat with two other women, all of them large and all scoffing double
fries and whoppers. Luckily, the atmosphere buzzed with chatter in the full
restaurant and nothing they said could be overheard from their small table in
the corner of the room. Brittany looked round and giggled as she crammed another
mouthful in and began to munch it, while her mother sipped on her water.
"She looks like that big hippo we saw in the zoo." Both of them laughed at that,
and then Donna leaned forward to bring her face close to her daughters, and
flicked her ear playfully as she laughed.
"I hope you don't think Mummy looks like a hippo in the zoo."
"No, you're like the tigers at the zoo. Not at all fat."
"Tigers are the male lions honey, the females are called 'tigress'."
Brittney nodded in acknowledgment of this little titbit of education and
continued to eat.
"Like a tigress, hmm." Donna's eyebrow arched at the double entendre that her
daughter wouldn't understand. "Well that's good," she continued, and then
leaning over and lowering her voice said, "Because I have nice hungry pussy
waiting for you when we get home. Gurrrrrrrr." She growled as Brittany burst out
laughing so much she got the hiccups. Donna smiled and waited for the attack to
subside and then continued talking in simple terms for the small child.
"Sometimes I'm very busy at work dear. I was very tired when I finished being on
television, which is why I needed to sleep so much when I got home, and you had
to sleep in your own bed. Tonight though...." She again said the last couple of
words in a quieter voice, making sure despite the hubbub that they were for
Brittany's ears alone. "I'm feeling exceptionally randy, and what do you think I
want once we get home...." Her finger traced the contours of the girl's small
mouth, caressing her sensitive lips.
"My mouth?" She guessed, knowing any activities would involve around its active
use, her intuition acute for her age.
"Uh huh." She nodded and then growled like a tiger once again and Brittany
smiled back at her mother with tinkling laughter. She rose from the table
clutching the car keys.
The drive home was fast, there's no other way of describing it. The speed grew
apace with the woman's ardour, the suppressed sexual tension of the last few
days breaking over the dam of her restraint as her foot squeezed the
accelerator. Ideas began forming in her head of the kind of things she wanted to
do with her young lover, one in particular taking root. Perhaps it would be a
catalyst for a whole range of 'special' lovemaking. She'd wanted to find a
willing partner who'd be servile and willing enough to submit herself to this
manner of sex for such a long time now, someone able enough to quench her need
for the more unusual kind of 'perversions' she secretly dreamt of.
Ten minutes later they were home, the key turned in the lock as the door slammed
shut on the outside world leaving the two of them alone. Once inside, Donna
dropped her keys on the floor and wasted no time in dragging the young girl up
to the master bedroom. She was in such a rush that she didn't even bother taking
off their coats and shoes until they were steps away from the bed. With the
clock passing seven, she was looking forward to a long and luxurious evening of
pleasure at the hands - or perhaps better said, at the mouth - of the
five-year-old girl she was presently undressing in a brisk manner. Clothes were
tossed into a heap at the foot of the bed. She would worry about that later. In
less than a minute, she had her young daughter naked and standing before her.
Donna began undressing, though taking more time to divest herself of her
garments. Each button on her white blouse was unsnapped and pulled away with the
slowest deliberation. A small smile played on her lips as she threw the top to
the floor and reached down to unfasten the zipper of her pencil shaped skirt,
the sound instantly recognisable in the silent room. It fell in a heap down her
shapely legs to reveal silky dark stockings resting below a thrilly black garter
belt. She sent the skirt flying across the room with what seemed like an almost
lazy kick of her leg, and then reached behind her back to unsnap her bra,
allowing her heavy breasts to spill out and bounce lewdly together. Donna tossed
her long hair back over her shoulders, causing the long dark tresses to tumble
down past her shoulder blades as she purred in anticipation of her young lover's
agile mouth.
The harsh light picked out the hard nipples with a clarity Brittany had never
seen before, so that even the veins stood out clearly inside the white flesh of
her breasts. Seeing Brittney staring in subtle awe of her body, and since she
wasn't resisting her previous sexual efforts in any meaningful way, Donna felt
it was time to step up the means in which she manipulated young Brittney to do
her bidding. "Sweetheart?"
"Yes mummy?" Brittney replied as her mother was removing the last vestiges of
her clothing.
"I'd like to play make believe. Instead of you calling me mummy, I'd like you to
call me 'mistress' and I'll call you 'slave girl'. How does that sound?"
"What's a miss tress?"
"Well, a mistress is a woman who is in control of another person. In this case,
I am in control of you. To make it fun I want to call you 'slave girl'. You know
what a slave is, don't you poppet?"
"Not really..."
"Well it's not hard. A slave girl is someone who does whatever the mistress
tells her to do. It's kinda like mummy and daughter, except this time I won't be
asking you to do things for me, I will be telling you to do things. Then you
have to do it right away no matter what and with no complaints. It will be fun I
promise!"
Brittney was a bit apprehensive after hearing her mother's remarks. While her
mother was trying to make it sound fun, the prospect of becoming a 'slave' was
nevertheless disconcerting. She paused to mull this over with a concerned look
on her face.
Seeing that her daughter might balk, Donna reluctantly pulled out the big guns.
"What's the matter poppet? Don't you love your mummy? You know how happy this
would make mummy, right? Please don't make mummy sad." she finished with a
frown. While her words may have flowed freely, her conscience gave her a kick in
the gut for manipulating her own daughter in such a shameless manner. That was
of no consequence though; her libido was firmly in control right now.
Brittney's face grew sad when she saw her mother's face sour. She started to
feel guilty for not wanting to make her mother happy, and quickly resigned
herself to do what her mother asked of her. "I'm sorry mummy! Please don't be
sad! I'll be slave girl and you can be miss tress, I don't mind."
Donna found her pronunciation of mistress cute, since she said it as if it was a
name, 'Miss Tress', and not a word. Pushing that minor thought out of her head,
she quickly brought a smile to her face and began to gush praise for her
daughter. "Oh come here sweety!" Donna said as she knelt down and held open her
arms, "I'm sure you'll be the best slave girl ever, won't you?"
Eagerly accepting her mother's hug, the now naked young girl found herself
pressed into her mother's flesh, with her head between Donna's breasts.
"Don't you worry honey, I promise I'll explain everything and you'll do just
fine. I know you will do everything I say to the letter since you are such a
good little poppet, aren't you?" she said while adding a little tickle on her
midsection.
"Mummy no!" Brittney squealed in giggles as she squirmed away.
"Alright then, why don't I tell you what mummy wants you to do... For tonight I
want you to call me Mistress when we're in the bedroom. OK?"
"Yes mummy." her daughter replied, already neglecting her first command.
Donna raised an eyebrow at her daughter, "What do we call me in the bedroom?"
"Oh, yes miss tress"
"It's mistress dear, not Miss Tress. Say it all together, mistress..."
Brittney practiced saying the word a few times as her mother stood over her with
arms crossed. From her position, she was only a few feet away from her mother's
bush, and she knew that soon her face would be there.
"That's much better slave girl." Donna said once her daughter had - for the most
part - mastered the pronunciation of the word 'mistress'. In a way, she was
almost disappointed that her daughter caught on so quickly, since he was
starting to become aroused at her daughter repeating the word. "Now then, here
is your first job." Her knickers came off with a swish but instead of throwing
them away, she kept hold of them and held the soiled crotch in her hand. "Lick
them. Taste your beautiful Mistress." She ordered in a quiet, sultry voice.
Brittany paused ever so briefly, but didn't hesitate to grab her mother's damp
panties and press them against her mouth. Once there, she ran her tongue into
the crotch and crammed it into her mouth. To her it was just a piece of fabric;
she had no concept of the degradation aspect of this behaviour.
A smug grim crept onto Donna's face as she watched her for a while, then she
slid a hand between her thighs to stroke her pussy lips through her forest of
hair. Content that Brittney would continue to suck on her panties without
supervision, she walked over to the wardrobe, pulled two fat pillows off the
shelf and placed them on the floor by the side of the double bed. "Sniff those
panties, smell my cunt nectar, it's what you're going to be drinking in a
minute."
Brittany put the sheer material to her nose and inhaled the pungent fragrance of
the smelly knickers.
Donna found the act of devotion quite beautiful, but was eager to get the pretty
child's face elsewhere, it had been a long wait for the horny woman and she was
dying to satisfy her sexual famine. "Kneel on the cushions slave girl and face
me." She instructed gently.
Quick to obey her Brittney hurried over and soon knelt comfortably on the firm
pillows, facing away from the bed, waiting for whatever was to happen next. She
didn't have long to wait as her mother crossed the harshly lit room to stand
before her, now completely naked but for her skimpy stockings and suspenders.
"Kiss my pussy." She ordered, interlocking her fingers on the back of her
daughter's head, pulling her closer. "Kiss it you darling girl!"
Brittany lips pressed against the dank hairy cunt as she began to lick and kiss
it instinctively, her tongue flicking against the clit, teasing the tender
flesh.
Donna loved the feeling of power she wielded over the young girl. As a mother in
the normal sense of the word, she had always had it, but not like this, never
like this. It was so depraved, so... nasty! Gently, she took Brittney by the
ears and began guiding her with up and down motions of her head, wiping her face
against the bushy pussy. Donna trembled as her young lover's nose, lips and chin
grazed the gaping flaps of her hole. When she held her to her clit Brittney
would concentrate on that area, and Donna sighed as desire rocked her. "Mmmm,
yes, yes." she hissed humping against her. "Your tongue! Use your tongue on my
clit. Can you feel it? Feel the hard little bump. Oh yes!" her voice boomed.
"Lick it! Kiss it! Suck it!" Donna became oblivious to the awkward position she
had forced Brittany into. All that mattered to her now was her own satisfaction.
Her side stance became even more lewd as she bent her knees and practically
mounted Brittany's upturned face, as she sagged in her kneeling position on the
pile of pillows by the side of the bed.
The girl let out a series of mostly muffled gasps and groans, as Donna selfishly
jockeyed for an even better position. It mattered not what discomfort the
five-year-old might be experiencing, what was important was releasing the pent
up desires inside of her. When the ecstasy overwhelmed her, Donna climbed up
even higher and draped a leg over the youngsters shoulder. At the same time, she
lowered her pussy down hard on Brittney's face, which caused Donna to tumble
forward on the bed. She rode down on her daughter, gasping for joy as her cunt
completely smothered the young girl beneath her. Her thighs were practically
pressing against the mattress, as she bore her cunt down harder.
"Do it! Shove your tongue up inside my pussy slave!" Donna demanded, as she
continued to extract pleasure from her daughter's ministrations on her cunt. Her
daughter had little choice in the matter, but it was patently clear that she
wasn't finding the experience too distressing, as her small tongue penetrated
her mother's cunt and licked up the syrupy honey inside. Vibrations rattled
Donna's very core as she shrieked in joyous rapture. Erotic flames danced in her
cuntal depths, filling her with sweet delight. Soon she began rotating her hips,
pressing down harder onto Brittany's mouth and face. Brittney's nose nudged her
clit again, and the horny woman squealed in delight as a sudden intense orgasm
ripped through her. She bolted upright, stiffening as wild sensation shot
through her cunt, her juices wetting Brittany's face, filling her mouth and even
going up her nostrils.
"Drink it!" She yelled, her voice coming in a breathless gasp. "Suck it all up!
Yes! Yes! Oh yes damn you yessss!" Her cunt clenched her daughter's tongue as
her climax heightened. She heard Brittney choke down an initial swallow, after
which the young girl inhaled through her nose to clear her nostrils. That too
was swallowed, but was quickly joined by more fluids in her small mouth.
Donna shivered with another orgasm as Brittany continued to eat her. Meanwhile
the young girl reached behind Donna and clutched the smooth and supple cheeks of
her mother's trembling buttocks, as if to steady the feral pussy attacking her
face. She continued to devour her mistress' cunt, sucking the very essence of
her pussy down her throat. Donna's cunt again overflowed, and she grabbed her
young lover's hair and pulled her even tighter to her quaking cunt. Her gasping
words were no longer understandable, but Brittany seemed to have no trouble
getting her message.
Suddenly Brittney's mouth was awash with more hot liquid; it was a taste she'd
never known before, faintly bitter and salty. The volume took her completely by
surprise. She had no other choice but to swallow, but the flow was so fast some
of it went down the wrong way, then up her nose making her markedly choke and
cough.
While a little discomfort was one thing, Donna didn't want to take her too far
too fast. She pulled away quickly at the sounds of the girl's distress. Donna
continued to piss wildly for a second, urine splashing and hissing off the
girl's face until she was able to clench her bladder and cease the flow.
"Sorry darling, oh sorry lover." She cried. All signs of the mistress
disappearing as she switched her role to concerned mother. Leaning down she took
her daughter into her arms. "Are you alright baby?" she said between gasps,
still from her massive orgasm.
"I think so." She coughed once more, sitting upright as she spluttered and
cleared her lungs.
Donna sprinted to the bathroom, her breasts swinging crazily in time to her
wobbling buttocks. All grace and poise seemed to have evaporated as she brought
back a wet facecloth and a towel to wash and dab the child's swimming face.
"It's alright Mum, I'm better now."
Donna believed her because Brittany smiled as she spoke, but she felt a tinge of
guilt about the charade of pretending it was an accident, knowing it was all
planned beforehand to test the girl's reaction. "There," she cooed as she dabbed
her face dry with the towel "You're all dried off now. I'm sorry dear I just
lost control." She lied, apparently not guilty enough to tell the truth. "You
were just loving your mummy so much that I lost control. I didn't hurt you, did
I? My wee wee didn't taste bad, did it?" For her part, Donna was not concerned
about the flavour of her urine at all. In fact, she had taken great care to
drink only water all day, and she avoided foods that she knew would make her
urine objectionable. While it was hard to resist having a cup of tea, she knew
the sacrifice was worth it in the long haul. The first taste was crucial. If she
put her young daughter off with foul tasting urine, any hope of turning her into
her own personal toilet would go 'down the drain', so to speak.
"I didn't like it when it went down the wrong way and made me cough and that,
but..." Her voice trailed off as she recalled the event. She was trying to
remember what it tasted like, but she didn't remember tasting much at all. While
she was overwhelmed with the sheer amount of fluid, she didn't recall it being
objectionable. She looked up into her mother's face seeking further reassurance,
which came with a vigorous nodding of the head and raised eyebrows, in an
unspoken. 'Yes go on, it's alright, I'm listening' kind of way.
"It didn't taste that bad." She finally admitted while putting heavy emphasis on
the word 'that'. She didn't want to make her mother sad by saying she didn't
like it.
There was a subdued silence for the next few moments as Donna gently stroked her
daughter's brow, thinking of what to say next and how to continue with the
crucial moment. She bent down to kiss her forehead for a moment, her lips
brushing against her in a soft caress. Then choosing her next words carefully
she continued, but not before being forced to clear her tight throat first.
"Do you know what poppet?" she continued quietly, putting a warm smile into her
voice. "I kind of liked it as well. If we both liked it... Well why don't we do
it again, only I'll be a lot more careful this time." She paused, but then
continued before Brittney could respond. "What do you say my little slave girl?"
she added, giving her a tiny tickle. While her daughter giggled, she didn't
squirm away. She pondered her mother's request, and in her mind she resigned
herself to drinking the fluid in the same way she drank her mother's secretions.
"OK mummy. I mean mistress." Brittney corrected herself as she smiled up at her
mother.
"Oh that's so lovely sweetheart. As a matter of fact, I didn't finish going wee
just then. I had to stop myself. There's still more inside me. Could I do the
rest in your mouth? It would make your mistress so very happy."
"I guess so."
"And will you drink it?"
Brittney replied with a meek nod.
Donna exhaled in relief, suddenly feeling light headed with excitement as she
said in as normal a voice as possible. "Good slave." she said, although in a
teasing way to mirror Brittney's endearing use of the word 'mistress' just
moments before. "Let's lie you down on the bed. There you go. Now lift your head
up a second, that's a good girl. Just let me slide this towel underneath your
head so we don't get the bed wet." Once Donna was satisfied with the
arrangements, and Brittany was lying flat on her back with the towel beneath her
head, she climbed onto the bed and slowly knee walked up Brittany's body. With
breasts swaying, she moved until her cunt was poised just above her young
daughter's small mouth.
"Open wide for mummy, that's right." she instructed as the five-year-old
complied with her wishes. She spread her own lips up with her fingers, which
caused Brittany's eyes to become glued to the obscene sight of her mother's
wide-open sex. There were a few moments of silence in the charged atmosphere of
the large bedroom. Then Donna gave a quiet sigh and relaxed her bladder slightly
to allow a very thin trickle of pee to stream out of her urethra. The warm
liquid initially missed its mark, hitting the young girl's cheek, but Donna
quickly corrected, and aimed the stream into her daughter's inviting mouth and
directly onto her pink tongue. Urine splashed over Brittany's tongue, washing
over her teeth and gums as it began to slowly and fill her mouth. She was
careful not to hit the back of her small mouth, since it could likely cause her
to choke. Once near the top she stopped her flow.
Brittney found the act stimulating more than anything, since she was feeding off
the fire of desire in her mother's eyes. She really didn't taste anything at
all, other than a slight hint of bitterness and saltiness.
"Hold it there sweetie." her mother instructed. "Taste it first. Good, now
slowly begin to swallow." Brittany gulped and a swish of the warm nectar coursed
down her throat and into her stomach. This was her first 'real' taste of her
mother's urine, and it wouldn't be her last. With the virginity of her throat
taken by her mother's bladder, she continued to swallow down the rest of the
slightly salty discharge.
Donna closed her eyes in ecstasy at the filthy sounds. She imagined her piss
filling her little girl's stomach; it was so nasty that just the thought of
participating in such a perverted act with her young daughter was bliss to her
soul. A moan of ecstasy passed her lips when she saw Brittany had drank it all
up. "Drink it straight away this time." she urged as with a sigh, as she began
again. With intense concentration, she managed to produce a slow steady stream
that Brittany swallowed continuously. A stray lock of hung over one of
Brittany's eyes, which Donna patted back into place beyond her hairline. Her
fingers ran through her hair, caressing the long blonde locks as she murmured
loving sweet nothings, her soft words mingling with the gentle hiss of her
flowing nectar and the little girl's swallowing.
"Beautiful." She murmured.
It was, and so was the rest of the night.
CHAPTER 8
The honeymoon continued, and was getting kinkier by the day. Donna expanded her
'what happens in the bedroom is private' rule to encompass the entire house now,
giving her free reign to enjoy Brittney's mouth whenever it suited her. For her
part, Brittney had come to accept urine as non-objectionable, and so she soon
became a willing repository for her mother's liquid waste product.
The toilet was out of bounds for Donna for the rest of the weekend for
everything, or nearly everything. Each time she felt her bladder in need of
release - or often when it wasn't - she crooked her finger at Brittany who
dropped to her knees with an open mouth. They managed to christen every room of
the house with their bizarre games, with Brittany drinking her mother's piss at
nearly every opportunity. They often say that children don't drink enough water
every day. With urine being ninety-five percent water, Brittney was always
getting more than enough water to drink.
Donna was careful not to overdo it however. As much as she wished she could run
a catheter from her bladder into the five-year-old child's mouth, one must not
go too far. So to assure her daughter's stomach would always be available for
her, she began to try and arrange it so that she would use her daughter's mouth
at certain times of day. For example, she would normally use the washroom for
her first piss of the day, given how strong it could be. The last thing she
needed was to scare her off or upset her tummy for the day at school. During the
week, Brittney would usually be expected to take in a belly full of urine as
soon as she got home. Most afternoons Donna would cross her legs to hold off on
using the washroom so that she could use her urinal at home. Then after dinner,
once they sat down to watch television, her daughter was always the toilet of
choice for her evening pee. Lastly, when putting Brittney to bed she would
always give her a nice drink before she fell asleep in her arms. On weekends,
she would use her portable throughout the entire day.
The interactions with her daughter would often become nothing more than an
excuse for her mother to seek sexual satisfaction or bladder release. While
Donna did like to praise her daughter when she did well, often Donna would treat
her daughter as if her actions were simply what was expected of her. In that
regard it was true. She certainly loved her daughter, but the reality was that
this relationship was hers to exploit, and she intended to do so. Often times
when she was on her cordless telephone she would walk into the lounge, sit down
on the chair, snap her fingers and point to her crotch. That was Brittney's cue
that she wanted to be serviced. Her daughter would know whether she wanted potty
or pleasure by how her mother brought her face into her pussy. If she brought it
in and held it still, it meant potty. However if she wanted pleasure, she could
rock her hips in her face.
Other times her daughter would be expected to sacrifice her chance to watch
television if Donna wanted a slow relaxing pussy licking. Those nights would see
Brittney on the couch with her head under her mother's skirt as she licked and
sucked for an hour or two while her mother watched the telly. If she ever got
tired her mother would simply push her head back down. Then there were other
days where Donna would be too tired to do more than just use Brittney as a
urinal and nothing more. She was always cognisant of the need to make sure her
daughter learned to accept this as normal behaviour, and never a day went by
where she didn't receive at least one load of urine.
The golden showers continued over the next few weeks as Brittany drank her
mother dry. Not satisfied with just using her daughter's mouth to drain her
urine on weeknights, one day Donna had a wicked idea. She went to the rest room
at work and took out an insulated flask from her handbag. She unscrewed the
plastic lid and held the neck between her legs, filling it to the brim with her
steaming noontime piss. She ran her dangling labia around the rim, shook off the
last few drops and tightly sealed the lid. She then replaced the now
considerably heavier container into her bag.
After Brittany arrived home, she changed out of her school clothes as she did
every day. Laying herself out on the floor in front of the telly, she began to
watch cartoons as she swung her bare feet carelessly in the air behind her.
Donna immediately approached her, and Brittney smiled as her mother bent to
plant a kiss on her lips. She then whispered "I've got a surprise for you
sweetheart", before going into the kitchen. She took the flask out of her bag,
unscrewed the lid, and added a straw with a flexible neck. By now she was
feeling quite giddy as she went into the living room and placed the flask in her
daughter's hands, the contents still retaining a bit of its earlier warmth.
"Just a minute don't start yet" Donna spat out, as she fell back into a chair
opposite her.
The girl glanced from the full container with its obscene contents, back to her
mother as she lay back strumming her clit with her finger.
"Drink it for mummy, show mummy you love her." she intoned in the syrupy voice
parents use to talk to very young children.
The girl's eyes left the telly and looked back at the flask, her nose twitching
as she inhaled the dank aroma. Putting the straw to her lips, she began to suck
up her mother's piss with a grimace on her face, stopping only to burp half way
through as her stomach rebelled against the pungent mixture. She rested a while,
her ears picking up the sound of squelching. Her eyes took in the sight of
Donna, her long dark hair hanging in a silky swathe over her shoulder, and her
legs thrown back over the chair arms rubbing her sopping vagina through her now
transparent panties. Then she took a deep breath, girded herself and continued
drinking as she swung her feet lazily in the air. It was a huge amount to
swallow, but eventually after another minute the glugging ceased, and the large
container was empty. She put it down on the floor with a loud gasp and wiped her
lips with the back of her hand.
At that point, Donna got up off the chair, hiked up her skirt and pulled her
knickers down off her legs. In two strides, she walked over to the seated girl
and cocked a leg onto the coffee table next to her. With a loud groan, she
brought her hands behind the child's head and tugged it forward against her
cunt. Just watching her drink from the straw had brought her to the brink, all
it took to bring her off were a few forceful fuck thrusts against Brittany's
lips. She came almost immediately, not even giving Brittany time to get her
tongue into action before spurting a torrent of cunt soup down her throat, to
join the rest of her bodily fluids in her churning stomach.
With fresh urine in her bladder begging to be released, Donna held her
daughter's head firm as she began to urinate in her mouth. Brittney whimpered as
she was forced to drink even more urine, while her mother stood and revelled in
her superiority over her daughter. Who else in this world could walk up to their
child and treat them as their toilet? She felt the power rush through her as she
listened to her daughter's throat gulp down the nasty liquid. Over the next hour
Brittney complained of a slightly upset tummy, so Donna reconciled to stick with
only giving her fresh urine from her bladder in future.
Three hours later after eating supper and watching some television, they went
upstairs to bed. The house soon resounded to the sounds of passion, save for the
occasional break in between as they recovered between Donna's orgasms. During
the break Brittany would usually use the loo, as she was peeing for the both of
them. Meanwhile Donna lay on her back resting, her breasts rising and falling
with her deep breathing. Brittany had already been performing cunnilingus on her
for the last hour or so, and she'd experienced three beautiful orgasms.
The last one had been particularly satisfying, and had involved Brittany lying
flat out on the large bed with her head hanging over the foot of the mattress.
Donna had stepped carefully over her daughter, facing away from the bed, giving
Brittany a panoramic view of her mother's naked body. Her hairy mound was dewy
with cum juices as beads of cum hung from the ends of the hairs, while further
up her breasts swung like pendulums as she placed herself in position above.
Brittany felt the woman's hands as they supported the back of her head, a firm
but gentle cradle, and then her vision was obscured as she felt Donna's soft
thighs brush her cheeks as she crouched down onto her, burying her face in a
carpet of hair and wet flesh. It hadn't been gentle for Brittany as she licked
her mothers thrusting vagina, feeling it bare down onto her and squeezing her
cheeks flat with its force. Now they both lay down hand in hand resting from
their exertions.
The woman's secretions drying on Brittney's face made her soft flesh feel
slightly chapped as her mind yet again pondered the energy of her adult lover.
She seemed to burn like a fireball of energy once the bedroom door was closed
behind them. She closed her eyes as she considered the thought of what it would
take to make her mother tired if ever such a thing was possible, when she heard
her voice seeping through her musings. Something about trying something new, her
mother was saying she wanted to try something new.
"It's something I've been thinking of for sometime and I've never found the
right moment to ask. I'm just worried you won't love mummy enough to want to do
it." she said with a small frown on her face.
Brittany opened her eyes again and looked up into the face of her lover, a
sensual face, extremely sexual, and now looking earnestly down into hers. Seeing
the frown, she smiled up at her and replied, "I love you mummy, really I do.
What is it?"
The woman's calm gaze fixed on her a moment longer before she closed her eyes,
and once again opened them. Her gaze seemed to bore into her soul. She let out a
warm deep breath and then spoke.
"I want to poo in your mouth."
The words hung in the air and at first Brittney thought she must have been
hearing things, she couldn't believe her ears. "What?!" she gaped, her mind not
even revolted by the idea, since it was so unbelievable that she wasn't sure
that was actually what her mother was asking.
"It needn't be right away poppet, I mean we don't have to do it tonight, but I
would like to try it sometime."
"But why?!" quickly came the started reply, now that she realized she was in
fact hearing her mother correctly. She did indeed want to poo into her mouth.
Donna stopped. Her daughter had unwittingly caught her off guard with a very
good question. Why? Why did she want to perform such an act, and with her own
daughter no less? The very meaning of the words she'd just uttered meant
undertaking an act so disgusting to decent society it would shock a normal
person to the core. But so what? What is normal? 'Everything's subjective', she
thought, 'Because most of society finds it abhorrent, does it mean that I
automatically have to as well? No, it doesn't, it just means I'm different and
what's so wrong with that?' To Donna there wasn't anything wrong with that. As a
matter of fact it was something to be glad of, she was proud of her
individuality. The very thought of doing such a thing with her young daughter
was intensely exciting to her, and none of society's conventions were going to
diminish the pleasure of performing such a sordid task with her darling girl.
Donna had always had a fascination with shit. Ever since she was a teenager, she
had wanted to watch it coiling and making its way out of her body.
She remembered once while she was still young enough to be living with her
parents, she'd placed a newspaper on the floor in front of a mirror. She'd
locked her bedroom door, then taken her clothes off and crouched down over the
paper, expelling turd after turd onto the rustling newssheet, while she watched
with fascinated excitement at the reflection in the mirror. From there her
fantasies had grown until she began to imagine someone kneeling behind her
eating from her ass. Never the other way round though. It was the thought of
someone actually eating something so gross - something from within her bowels -
which she found so utterly compelling.
Over the years, she had sought to bring her strange 'need' to life with a
handful of her more adventurous lovers but without any success. The only person
she had found empathy with had been Susan; both women were similar in many ways.
Susan had the same fantasies and desires as Donna, but like her, she wasn't
particularly interested in being a 'taker'. Each of the women dreamt wistfully
of finding a person who could satisfy their shared perversion. The chosen person
would have to be willing to perform an act of homage so bizarre, and yet so
extremely intimate, that Donna and Susan could think of no show of devotion so
complete. That person would have to be willing and prepared to eat their shit,
it was as simple as that. Donna knew she had to focus her will on bringing her
daughter over to her way of thinking. She wanted Brittany to be a willing
partner in this extraordinary need of hers. She wouldn't force feed the child,
it would have to be something she ate of her own free will. This of course
didn't mean she wouldn't use any means of persuasion to get her own way. She was
far too close to her life-long dream to let it slip away from her now.
She continued to lock her gaze with Brittany's, as she continued the task of
winning her over, in a low but steady voice, "When two people are very close,
like you and I are, it's very important that they hide nothing from each other.
We're closer than most people are. We're not just a normal mother and daughter
are we honey? We're also lovers." Donna paused for a second to let her words
sink in. She was unsure if Brittany would understand the meaning, but she felt
that her daughter would have had enough media exposure to understand the concept
somewhat. "Do you agree with that Brittany?"
Brittany nodded in agreement, smiling shyly up as she did.
"Good. For many years now, I've been having thoughts about finding a special
person who would be able to help me with my secret need. No one has been able to
do that and it's left me very sad." She stopped for a moment and took a deep
breath before letting it out in a deep sigh. She gazed dramatically upwards for
a moment and then resumed. "Oh yes Brittany, I've had many lovers in my life,
I'm a very liberated woman and I know I'm quite an attractive one too. But in
all those years I've found no one willing, or able to love me in the way I have
asked you to do. I'm asking you now Brittany to show me how much you love me. Do
you love me honey, I mean really really love me?"
"Of course I do mummy!"
"Then will you do this for me poppet? If you truly want to show me you love me,
you'll do this for me. Do you love me? Will you eat my poo to show me you love
me honey?" Donna's shameless exploitation of her daughter's love for her had
reached an unprecedented peak. When she asked her daughter if she 'loved her
mummy', it meant something very different to Brittany as a five-year-old than it
would if she was fifteen years old. Donna knew that.
If she were older, Brittany would have known that her mother wouldn't really be
suggesting she wouldn't love her if she didn't do it. She would know her mother
was asking as a lover and not a mother. As such, while she might lose the love
of her 'lover', she wouldn't lose the love of her mother. With a five-year-old,
it's different. They only know a mother's love since they can't comprehend any
difference. As such, Donna's request cut to the heart of her child's psyche. She
was using the threat that her mother would think she didn't love her, which - to
her young mind - would mean her mother wouldn't love her back. This was an
explosive threat to her young mind, and she found herself with a dire conflict
between an utterly unbelievable act and her mother's love.
Seeing that Brittany was lost in thought, Donna waited for a few moments and
then asked again, "Are you willing to do as I've asked? Will you eat my poo for
me honey? Or do you not love your mummy anymore?"
"I do love you mummy!" Brittany broke into tears, "I do, but I'm scared!"
Switching back into mother mode, Donna tried to sooth the young child while
continuing her efforts. "Oh honey... Shhhhh... Don't cry baby. It's OK. I know
you're scared, but you're a big girl now. You're five-years-old. You'll do this
because you love your mummy, won't you?"
With her crying at an end and her last sniffles coming under control, Brittany
finally gave in to her mother. It was over. Despite worries about what would
happen, she would eat her mother's poo as a means to show her love for her.
Brittany looked at her hands; her fists were clenched with tension causing her
to bite her lip before she spoke. "Now?" She whispered almost inaudibly.
Donna shook her head causing a long swathe of hair to fall over her face, which
she brushed back before answering. "No. Soon though, I'll ease you into it
gently. Don't you worry poppet, we'll take as long as you need to get used to
it." She reached out and opened the child's clenched hand. She bent down and
planted a soft kiss into its palm, and then smiled lovingly at her. "Do I take
that as a yes? You'll eat my poo?"
Brittany's face was flushed, a picture of bashful uncertainty, but she managed a
defeated nod all the same. Donna was elated at the response. Muted though it
was, it added up to a yes and that was all she needed to know. With a sudden
surge of generosity, she promised Brittany all the things she had ever wanted in
the hope it would make her more eager to offer her favours. "I'll make it good
for you I promise. Now..." she exclaimed. "I'm going to show you how much I love
you. Tomorrow morning you can take the day off school and I'll take you
shopping. You can have all the toys you like. Mummy's going to see to it you get
everything you ever wanted. How's that?"
"Thank you Mummy." she said softly as the thoughts about her day tomorrow helped
to assuage her mood.
Donna sat up on the bed, and standing up she pulled Brittany to her feet until
she stood next to her. "Come to the bathroom with me darling. I want you to see
what my poo looks like as it comes out of my bottom. This way you'll know what
you're going to be eating when you're ready. When I've finished I want you to
come back to bed with me and lick my bottom clean. OK dear?" Reaching out, she
took Brittany's hand and led her to the bathroom as the stunned five-year-old
pondered what was about to come.
CHAPTER 9
The en suite bathroom was large and sumptuous. The walls were clad with tiles
displaying a colourful seabed collage while the floors were covered in ivory
coloured ceramic. The only part of the wall not displaying the ocean scene was
the large linen cupboard doors, which had floor to ceiling mirrors. It was to
this mirror that Donna chose to stand in front of, telling Brittany to kneel
down on the cold floor behind her. When she was satisfied with her position, she
bent forward to give Brittany a close up view of her pale buttocks.
"Now Brittany I want you to watch my bottom do its work and see how you feel
about it. Ok?"
"OK I guess." she said meekly.
Donna bit her lip. Brittany didn't sound too eager, so she tried again. "I know
how much you like my sexy bottom. Just think of it as though it's feeding you
your mummy's love. You should like that shouldn't you? Hmmm?"
"Do you want me to eat it now? You said we were gonna to do it later..." she
objected as she frowned up at Donna.
"No no honey, I don't mean eat it now. Just watch love. Watch it come out of me
and fall on the floor, and then you can pick it up and put it in the bowl. That
won't be very hard. This way you'll get a feel of it, as well as a small taste
when we get on the bed and you lick me."
Brittany was nervous, but even though she wasn't showing it, she was curious at
the same time. This new twist had come as a complete surprise to her and she
wondered how she was going to cope. She adored the attention lavished on her
when she was her mother's pee girl. Hearing her mother praise her and say how
proud she was of her made her feel so good about what she was doing, that she
totally put aside any thoughts she had on the taste anymore. Still though, this
was something of an inordinate magnitude above and beyond what she had done to
this point.
As for Donna, she was apprehensive for other reasons. Would Brittany find the
act repulsive? The very sight of a woman standing in front of her as she
expelled her waste? Her shit onto the floor? How would she deal with it?
Depending on how her daughter reacted to the experience, the whole future of
their sex life could be in jeopardy. Then there was the unanswered question of
whether Donna would find a willing partner for her copraphillic fantasies. Let's
be blunt. What she wanted was not just a young girl to grudgingly swallow her
waste products, she wanted a toilet slave. She wanted a girl who would willingly
allow her body to be used as a toilet whenever it was asked of her. The fact
that she was hoping to groom her own daughter for the post only added to her
ardour.
She squatted down slightly, and then relaxed her bowels. Her nerves were making
it difficult to relax. She really had to force the first turd out of herself,
her brown rosebud pulsing, with its puckered grey entrance opening and closing
as though it was gasping for life. Eventually she felt it move, and with a grunt
it slid down her shit tube and out of her anus. Brittany's eyes were almost on
stilts as she watched it coil out and drop to the floor, with a cross between a
plop and a thud. The room filled with the stench of the reeking turd.
Brittany wanted to hold her nose and say 'pee-eww!' She was no stranger to this
smell, as one only has to use the bathroom after someone has had to empty their
bowels to familiarize themselves with it. It was the reminder of this smell that
worried her the most. If it smelled that bad, how bad would it taste?
The bathroom resounded to the ringing tones of a loud burst of ass gas, as Donna
expelled another and then another and yet again another large smelly sausage of
shit, until they lay on top of each other in a brown sweating pile. With a final
grunt, Donna straightened up and turned round to look at her mess. Her eyes
fixed on the brown mound in the centre of the tiled floor and then moved to
Brittany's face, before finally resting on her small mouth. The connection
between the two was obvious. Her hand dropped down past her belly as with slow
deliberation she parted the lips of her sex, and then gently teased the nub of
her clit, flicking it with her fingertip, and causing it to stick out like a
small penis. She did this on purpose; she wanted Brittany to see the ecstasy she
felt at giving the disgusting display. However, she couldn't spend too much time
rubbing herself if she wanted to get the five-year-old handling the load before
her.
Carefully kneeling down so her feet wouldn't connect with her un-wiped ass,
Donna reached out her hand and lifted up her daughter's chin. It seemed that
Brittney was staring lifelessly at her offering, perhaps partly in shock of the
disgusting spectacle, but perhaps because the realization of what she would soon
be expected to do was sinking in. With her daughter's head raised, she looked
deeply into her eyes. "Here we go honey, I know you can do this, you're my big
girl, right?"
Brittney nodded meekly, still somewhat scared at what was to come.
"Now let's show you that there is nothing to be afraid of. Go ahead, reach out
and pickup that one there." Donna said as she pointed to the log of shit on the
top of the pile. "Com'on, that's a girl." she encouraged as Brittany was slow to
respond. However, slowly but surely her small hand reached out, and her daughter
ever so lightly poked a finger at the still warm mass in front of her. "Good
girl, now pick it up for me. Just wrap your hand around it and pick it up
gently. Always treat my poo with the respect it deserves sweetheart. Never drop
it and never spit it up. But this time I just want you to hold it."
With a four-inch warm loaf of shit in her hand, Brittney found her hand
quivering ever so slightly as she carefully held the 'poo'. She found herself
just staring at it, again, almost in shock with the entire event. It was as if
her mind was shutting down bits of itself as a means to prevent her emotions
from overwhelming her. Instead, she found herself eerily calm as she carefully
inspected the mass in her hand.
"OK dear, go ahead and place it in the loo nice and gently. That's a girl. OK,
down you go, pick up the next one for mummy. Good... OK, place that one in the
pan as well. Carry on with the others then."
Dutifully Brittney picked up the two remaining pieces of excrement, and
carefully placed them into the toilet. Then she held her brown streaked hand
away from her body so it wouldn't touch her.
"See sweetheart, that wasn't so bad. Touching it didn't hurt you right?"
After short consideration, Brittney shook her head.
"Good then. What I want you to do next is lick your hand clean for me darling.
Lick up all of mummy's love that you have on your hand. Will you do that for me
poppet?"
Staring at her hand, the young girl pondered the request. There wasn't much of
her mother's poo on her hand. The broken masses that she picked up were mostly
firm and little rubbed off on her hand. Still, this didn't disguise the fact
that she would be licking poo off her hand. Carefully and deliberately she
raised her hand to her face and with it only an inch from her nose, she gave it
a sniff. While she could smell the excrement, the gassy smells from earlier had
caused her to acclimate to the odour. With tentative movements, she carefully
opened her mouth and snaked her small pink tongue out. Then, after clamping her
eyes shut, she gave her hand a long lick from bottom to top. As soon as she did,
her face screwed up at the distaste of what she had transferred to her tongue.
While there wasn't enough material to make her gag or retch, it still was quite
unappetising.
Seeing the sight before her caused Donna to give a loud groan and clutch her sex
with the rest of her hand. "There you go! Now that wasn't so bad now, was it? Oh
I'm so proud of you honey. Keep going now; lick up every bit of mummy's love off
your hand for me please. Donna was in a bit of a rush now, since the remaining
faecal matter between her cheeks was starting to get a ting bit runny, and she
didn't want to be dripping on the way back to the bedroom. With less resistance,
her daughter briskly finished licking her hand clean, seemingly trying to get it
over as soon as possible. What she had forgotten was that there was still more
to clean, between her mother's buttocks. Donna's face lit up as she held out her
hand for Brittany. "Wonderful darling! Now come with me."
With that, she led her back into the bedroom and let go of her hand. She climbed
onto the bed, and then knelt down on all fours with her buttocks pointing
proudly upwards. "If you do half as good licking me between these," she said
spreading the cheeks to show her shit-smeared asshole "I'll be so happy. Come
now and show me how much you love your mummy. Lick up all of mummy's love
between her cheeks."
Brittany went over and climbed onto the mattress to kneel behind her mother. She
looked at the graphic scene of Donna's arse-hole lightly streaked in brown shit
and trembled as she steeled herself to press her face into the dark runny crack.
She held her breath and dived in with her mouth, and licked along the length
with a long sweep of her tongue. The taste was vile; "Uggh..." she gasped and
made to pull out but then stopped herself. This was her mother, the woman she
loved and adored, and this substance was a representation for her mother's love.
Consuming it meant her mother would love her, and so she resigned herself to
continuing to appease her older lover. With a huge effort she sucked the brown
shit sauce from her tongue and stuck it out again, pushing further into the
tunnel for another tongue smearing. Again she did the same, gulped down the
filthy sauce, and went back for more.
Donna whimpered like a bitch in heat as she felt the youngsters tongue penetrate
her anus and lick out its waste. She couldn't believe how lucky she was,
Brittany was going for it, doing what she had yearned for all these years. Oh
how she loved her, how she adored her beautiful baby for making her so happy.
Bringing a hand underneath her, she began frigging herself. At the same time she
began gently pushing her ass into Brittany's face.
Although aware of the gross nature of the act she was performing, Brittany's
mood improved as she listened to her mother's moans of ecstasy. The fact that
such a forbidden act made her mother love her more sent thrills through her
small body, until suddenly the vile taste wasn't as bad as it was in the
bathroom. The minutes ticked by as the bedroom resounded to the sound of wet
slurping. Brittany licked the asshole spotless as Donna moaned and groaned and
brought her self off with her flicking fingers.
Suddenly Donna bucked backwards, brought her other hand to the back of her
daughter's head to jam her face even tighter between the sweating cheeks, and
then screamed. The shriek ripped through the large house like a blast from a
furnace such was its volume and intensity. Brittany held her breath; her nose
was being pressed so deeply inside the rectum that she had no chance of drawing
any breath. She just waited to be released and allowed to breathe again. Then
the scream ended and ebbed out into a series of guttural groans as Donna fell
forward onto the mattress sobbing as she released her daughter's head.
With her head now free, Brittney back away. "Are you OK mummy? Did I hurt you?"
"Did you hurt me?" Donna was incredulous. "Darling that was the best thing you
have ever done for your mummy in your entire life." Donna had never experienced
anything like the orgasm she'd just had, and lay still except for the rising and
falling of her breasts. The quiet was broken as she turned over onto her back
and blew out, sending a swirl of dark hair dancing in the draft.
"God that was intense." She chuckled.
CHAPTER 10
The next couple of weeks brought them both closer to Donna's ultimate goal.
Every time she needed to void her bowels, she would call Brittney. After the
first few occasions when she would shit on the floor, she was now having
Brittney hold her hand out and grasping the turd as it exited her ass. Then she
would wait as her daughter dropped the piece into the loo, and then she would
repeat the process until she was empty. It was one-step closer, since instead of
the floor being an intermediary, she was taking it straight from her behind. For
her part, Donna was also training herself to pinch out smaller and smaller
pieces into her daughter's hands. Brittney was also cleaning her hands without
being prompted; something that Donna was quick to praise her for every time she
did it. After concluding each occasion with a nice piss in the little girl's
mouth, she revelled in the thought of how close her daughter was to becoming a
full service toilet girl. Of course the 'coup de gras' was always the trip back
to the bedroom where her daughter would lovingly and fastidiously clean her
behind until it was as if she had stepped out of the shower.
It was actually a surprise when they reached the next level, since Donna had
intended to wait another week before asking. It was in the start of the third
week that after expelling her last turd into Brittney's hand, that the young
girl spontaneously brought it close to her face and then sticking out her tongue
took a tentative lick. She wanted to praise her for this, but aside from being
stunned, Donna was too busy with her hand between her legs after she saw the
sight. While Brittney only took a couple licks before placing her mother's
excrement gently into the bowl, it was more that she did it voluntarily. She
became accustomed to the behaviour, just as she no longer did grimaced when she
cleaned her hands. While she wasn't saying that she was enjoying the taste like
she would chocolate ice cream, and I doubt she ever would, the takeaway here was
that she was allowing herself to progress. She was becoming a toilet before
Donna's very eyes.
After watching the spectacle of her daughter licking her turd, she asked her,
"Do you think you're ready to go the whole way then?"
Brittany looked back at her mother' arched brow and pondered the question. She
had come a long way from the girl that broke down in tears at the mere thought
of doing this. While she would never like the taste, it was her mother's love
that she was attempting to consume. Every time her mother went to the bathroom
she would always say something to the effect of, 'here it comes, my love right
into your hand'. When her mother wanted her to take the next step, while she was
hesitant, she wanted to make sure her mother knew she loved her. If this was
what it took to assure the love of her mother, then she would make the sacrifice
to do it. With her head lowered but eyes looking up, the die was cast when she
finally said, "Yes mummy."
"Excellent." Donna said in a low whisper.
The next evening Donna sent Brittany up to her bedroom to play with one of the
computer games she'd just bought her on their recent shopping trip, as she began
to prepare the evening meal. She knew Brittany would be crestfallen when she
learnt she wasn't invited to join her mother at the table.
The rich aroma of cooking wafted up the stairs, then Brittney heard the sounds
of plates and cutlery being set and the unmistakable sound of a meal dished up.
She ran down the stairs shouting. "Mummy, is dinner ready?"
When Brittney reached the dining room, her mother had already started her meal
of chicken stir-fry, and when she looked at her place, she saw it was empty.
Donna finished her mouthful and looked sadly at her daughter.
"I'm really sorry pet, but if you eat now you won't be able to eat later
tonight."
"What do...?" Then she remembered. Her hand shot up and covered her mouth and
her eyes went big as saucers when she realised what Donna meant. She let out a
loud exclamation of "Ooooh!" which was muffled somewhat by the palm of her hand.
Donna couldn't help but smile.
"Don't worry honey pie I'll soon fill that tummy of yours soon enough. I really
am so happy you want to do this for me. You really love your mummy, don't you?"
"Of course I do mummy."
"OK, well I should be ready in an hour dear. Just give me time to finish up here
and I'll go upstairs and change. I've bought something special to wear to
compliment the occasion." She said in a cryptic voice.
"OK."
"Oh one more thing dear."
"Yes?"
"Address me as Mistress once we're upstairs. I need a slave for this OK dear?"
While Brittney and her mother did the mistress and slave role-play on occasion,
something told the young girl that this would be different. She nodded and was
on her way.
Donna finished the meal in a daze of excitement and left the dirty pots in the
sink. She couldn't even think about doing the washing up just now, she would do
it tomorrow. By then she'd have lived out her fantasy and any amount of washing
up wouldn't bother her. She flounced up the stairs to her bedroom with feet as
light as air, and then headed for the dressing table. There she sat down and
applied a pale foundation to her cheeks and rubbed it into her skin until they
took on a pale sheen. Next was the eyeliner, which she applied generously until
it contrasted starkly with the white of her skin. It was so dark it resembled
the Kohl paint of ancient Egypt. She tinted her lips a shiny red and painted her
nails the same racy colour. Then she pursed her lips together, pulling her face
into seductive expressions as she tested the effect.
Finally pleased with her reflection, she undressed quickly, throwing her clothes
into a heap by the door and replacing them with the one's she'd bought during
the afternoon, in honour of the special occasion. Finally, she slipped on a new
pair of shiny black stilettos and strolled over to the mirror, where with hands
on hips she struck a provocative pose. The effect was startling. Black lustrous
hair hung down past her pale shoulders like a flowing river, while her ears were
studded with diamond earrings. A black choker adorned her throat, with a gold
stud attached regally to the front as it shone in the bedroom light. A slinky
black PVC corset adorned her slinky curves. Laced down the front and strapless,
it gave the bulging shape of her full pale breasts a daunting sexuality. Black
suspenders gripped the bottom of the corset, while they in turn held up a pair
of black fishnet stockings. Above them were black lace panties. The high
stiletto heels made her look tall and statuesque, while a finishing touch of
black velvet elbow gloves finished the effect of sluttish dominance. She was
admiring the stunning effect and pursing her lips at her reflection in the tall
mirror when suddenly a low rumble erupted from deep within her bowels. She felt
a movement, and clutched her hands over her midriff, her poise suddenly lost.
"Oh gawd." She groaned. "I can't wait any longer." Moving to the door she
shouted, "Brittany, upstairs and quick."
As soon as the words were out of her mouth she heard a scurrying from downstairs
followed by the sound of tiny running feet flying up the steps. Brittany burst
through the door and stopped with her mouth open. By now, Donna had managed to
compose herself again and stood with her hands on her hips looking down at the
astonished little girl. Her mouth was literally hanging open in bomb-shelled
disbelief at the tall dominatrix who stood before her with an enigmatic smile
and an upraised eyebrow.
"Well slave" she crooned silkily. "Do you like you're Mistress' appearance."
Brittany moved her lips but he was still too dazed to speak.
"Answer me slave. Don't keep me waiting. What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?
Hmmm... Well!"
"Sorry." She blurted.
"Sorry what!" Donna demanded.
"Err... Sssorry Mistress."
"Good, that's better. You know why you're here don't you? You're her to serve me
aren't you?" Donna's bowels rumbled angrily as though telling her to get on with
it. She grimaced slightly as the cramp squeezed her innards and didn't wait for
an answer before she continued. "Are you ready to be Mistress' toilet?"
"Yes Mistress." Brittney replied, still somewhat in awe of her appearance.
"Excellent" She hissed thrilling at the new role. "I've bought you some special
panties to wear. Strip off and put them on now."
The young girl obeyed and pulled the clothes off her skinny body and began to
dress as her mother had instructed. The panties were covered in yellow teddy
bears, which jumped and danced against a pink background as though playing
games. Donna nodded with satisfaction when she saw the childish garment on her
trim buttocks, and produced a pair of shiny pink ribbons from a drawer. She used
these to tie the girl's blonde hair into two little pigtails, and then stood
back to drink in her handy work. Her young daughter looked every inch the pretty
little toddler, her pale body looked smaller than ever, and if possible even
cuter. She sighed with lust as her eyes roamed over her sweet innocence, before
she locked them with Brittany's and held her gaze.
Then she made a lewd show of running the tip of her tongue round the line of her
lips in a provocative display of sexual intent. The childish panties and dainty
little pink ribbons were an inspiration. The very epitome of sweet childish
innocence, Brittney was soon going to be used to satisfy the woman's obscene
needs. The very thought of exactly what that meant caused her to close her eyes
and shiver from head to toe. "Walk over here, then kiss my beautiful bottom
through my panties and say thank you to it. Say 'thank you for the love I am
about to receive'."
Brittany made her way over to her mother but apparently not smartly enough.
"Quick I can't wait any longer; I need to have you eating. Come behind and kiss
me." she barked.
He words had an electric effect on Brittany who reacted as though hit by a bolt
of lightening. She quickly stood behind Donna with her head stooped down kissing
the nylon-covered cheeks of her buttocks.
"Thank you bottom for the love you give me." She meekly lisped.
"Pull them down."
In an act of silent reverence, Brittney pulled the panties down over the plump
domes of her ass and the length of the fishnets. Donna lifted her heels slightly
to allow them to fall off with a discreet swish, and then turned round and
pointed to a black rubber mat, which lay on the floor.
"Lay on your back."
Brittany lowered herself to the cold shiny rubber and lay in the position she
had been ordered.
They had both been waiting for this moment, albeit for markedly different
reasons. Donna stepped over the prone body and stood over the girls face.
Brittney looked up and gulped with apprehension as she saw the pale chubby
cheeks begin their descent. Then they stopped; their downward descent arrested,
ominously perhaps, only inches from her mouth. She wanted to run, but her body
wouldn't move. She was frozen in an inexplicable fear of what was about to
happen.
"Open your mouth for me." she demanded, and her daughter complied immediately;
opening her lips wider than Donna ever thought possible. 'Nothing wrong there'
she thought as she thrilled at her attentiveness.
"Good. Now listen carefully. You are going to be my toilet. My very own personal
toilet. I am going to poo in your mouth and you are going to eat it. All of it.
Remember that you are not only eating my poo, but you are also eating my love.
If you want my love, then you'll have to eat it." She said in an
uncharacteristically cold tone of voice.
One of the things Donna had been doing over the weeks was strengthening the
muscles of her anal ring. Every time she shit, she would squeeze hard so that
she could narrow the diameter of the loaf she was expelling. This was done for
two reasons. First, and most importantly, it made her shit smaller so it could
fit in her daughter's mouth. It would do her no good to dump a load so big her
daughter couldn't open her mouth wide enough. While seeing her eat shit from her
hands might have appeal as well, for this event she wanted a direct path from
her ass to Brittney's mouth. Secondly, by making the diameter smaller it meant
the shit was longer. That meant precious more time with her daughter's mouth
feeding from her ass. The thought alone was getting her wet.
The first piece was critical though. She knew very well she wouldn't be able to
dump a foot of crap into her daughter's mouth and watch her chow it down with a
smile and nary a complaint from her stomach. No, she was certain that Brittney's
body would rebel from this revolting task, and it was her job to see that she
overcame that rebellion. "I want you to watch carefully. I'm going to start to
poo, and you need to lean you head up and get your mouth around it straightaway.
Don't let anything happen to your mummy's love." With one last look at her
daughter with her pigtails splayed on the black mat below her, Donna lowered her
trembling buttocks until she was only a handful of inches above the gaping mouth
of the five-year-old girl below her. With tremendous effort, she began to expel
her turd ever so slowly. While she had practiced keeping it a manageable size,
what she still had a hard time estimating was how much she had pushed out at any
given point. No matter, she would learn the idiosyncrasies of how fast to feed
her daughter as time went on.
Brittney watched with bulging eyes as the wrinkled rosebud twitched, then gazed
in trepidation as a small brown lump began to push its way out. While she had
her mouth open, she could hardly believe she was going to engage in this
unspeakable act.
Once Donna had felt like she had pushed enough of her shit out to greet her
daughter, she paused saying, "Put your lips around it and suck it into your
mouth. We'll try a small piece to start." Feeling a movement below her, the
young girl complied with her request, and soon she felt the lips of her daughter
as they pressed against her ass and then squeezed shut to carry her turd into
her mouth. Immediately Donna lifted up and spun around. This first bite would be
crucial, and already Brittney was beginning to retch and heave. Kneeling down
she firmly cradled her daughter's face in her hands and spoke to her in a calm
and steady voice, "Look at me honey. Look at me. That's it; look me straight in
the eyes. Good girl. Don't try to chew yet, just focus on me and calming
yourself down. You have a whole mouthful of my love inside you now, so try to
relax and calm down. You love your mummy, don't you? You want to show me you
love me, yes? Then just hold on honey and we'll get you through this."
Brittney's mind had imploded when she sucked the first piece of her mother's poo
into her newly christened toilet mouth. There is no describing the flavour since
it is beyond description. Only someone who has actually taken a piece of
someone's shit into his or her mouths could ever begin to understand what the
young girl tasted right now. For her part, Brittney's eyes were swimming in
tears, a natural reaction to what she was experiencing. As she heeded her mother
and stared deeply into her eyes, the saliva in her mouth had begun to pool and
mingle with the piece of excrement in her mouth. With so little free space in
her mouth, she allowed the saliva to drain into her throat, which caused another
round of fierce stomach heaving.
"Stay strong honey, I know you can do it. I know you love your mummy and you're
going to eat my love, aren't you dear? You would never spit up my love... Mummy
wouldn't love you anymore if you did that..." With each passing occasion of
using this appalling means of manipulation, Donna became more and more
desensitized to it. No longer did her conscience rail with guilt. This was her
dream she was achieving, and she wasn't going to let anything stand in her way.
"Good girl, try and calm yourself. Remember that what you have in your mouth is
something from your mummy. It's very special and I've never given it to anyone
else. You're my special little girl, and you have my gift on your tongue." With
her daughter's face still cradled in her hands she started to encourage her to
consume her filth. "Now honey, nice and slowly, chew up the poo for mummy.
That's it, there you go. Eat now, not too fast; don't get your stomach upset at
you now. Take your time and enjoy every single bit of mummy's love that's
melting in your mouth. OK now darling, this is it; I want you to take your first
swallow. Oh how your mother loves you so much right now. Try and swallow for me
honey."
The words of encouragement spoken from her mother were waging a pitched battle
with her objections of her stomach. Brittney almost seemed a spectator as both
sides tried to assert their dominance. Her mother had the big weapon though, and
as she professed her love for her, the young girl found it so hard to reject
what was in her mouth. She deeply desired her mother's love, she never wanted
her mother to stop loving her, and the threat of losing that love was enough of
an impetus to overcome her stomach's protestations. Albeit, not without a fight.
The time was here though, and after a few swallows of shit soaked saliva, this
was going to be the first swallow of her mother's shit. With a grimace, but
without turning her gaze away from her mother's eyes, Brittney used her tongue
to take a soft piece of poo at the back of her mouth and push it down her
twitching throat. While it didn't go down without a fight, she managed to push
the piece onto the conveyor belt of her oesophagus, which would now take over
and carry the waste to her stomach whether it wanted it or not.
When Donna saw Brittney's throat bob, she let out a grunt and felt her cum
leaking down her legs. She hadn't even laid a hand to herself, but this simple
action had caused a spontaneous eruption between her legs. Despite wanting to
enjoy this feeling more, she refocused on the task at hand. Her darling daughter
had just swallowed the first piece of her shit, and she needed to get her
working on swallow number two. "Lovely, oh dear that is so wonderful how you
swallowed mummy's love! I am so proud of you," she gushed as she pulled her
daughter's face to her and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "You've done the
hardest part now, so just go ahead and take another swallow. Let's clean up that
mouth of yours and get mummy's love all nestled nice and snug in your beautiful
little tum-tum." While it wasn't with ease, the five-year-old grimaced again and
pushed another lump of shit down her throat. Still more heaving, but she was
starting to learn to overcome it. With only a small piece in her mouth to begin
with, Brittney soon found herself gasping for air with her mouth open. When this
happened, Donna leaned back, away from the stink of shit on her daughter's
breath. However, she didn't want to waste any more time. The sooner she got her
shit into her daughter the better. "OK poppet, open wide again for mummy, I have
lots more love to give you sweetheart."
With silent resignation, Brittney opened her mouth and sat in stunned silence as
her mother again turned around and lowered her bulging rosebud toward her lips.
As with before, when the shit began to emerge she leaned her head up and bit off
a piece to draw it into her mouth. The gooey filth tasted almost too vile for
Brittney to cope with. It was only with the strongest of will powers that she
was able to proceed and even then she gagged three times threatening to vomit it
back up. Fortunately she didn't though, and eventually the crap disappeared into
her stomach.
Donna waited in place this time, listening to the heaving and gagging, but
wanting her daughter to learn to overcome this by herself. Turning her head back
she could still see that her daughter was swallowing. "Honey, when your mouth is
empty you let mummy know, OK? In another minute she heard the first word spoken
by Brittney since they had began.
"OK." her daughter said with a timid voice
With a smile that could only be described as the 'cat that ate the canary',
Donna allowed her anus to release more of its disturbing contents into the small
mouth of the girl she was hovered over. Each time she did, she would watch as
her daughter's stomach below her would rock and heave, then after some effort
she would hear some gags before the sound of loud swallows.
With still swimming eyes Brittney looked upwards to see the brown rosebud of her
mother's anus pulsing, as yet another piece of poo descended into her shit
covered mouth. For her part, despite still finding the act beyond revolting, she
was almost beginning to taste nothing anymore. It wasn't that she enjoyed it at
all; it was almost as if her taste buds had blown a fuse and stopped working.
While she still heaved, it seemed a more guttural reaction than one of reaction
to the vile taste.
After each piece, her daughter would let her know she was ready for more,
despite her voice sounding more and more exhausted with each passing swallow.
"You're doing great honey! We're almost there. Just keep going one at a time and
you'll have this done in no time at all. You can't believe how much I love you
right now. Keep eating my love, don't let me down."
Donna's most recent encouragement had emboldened her daughter, who fought
vigorously to consume her mother's excrement against the wishes of her body.
The woman flushed with pride at her daughter's brave spirit. She wasn't to be
beaten; there was no way her clever little lover was going to give in. How she
loved her at that moment. With a push, she sent a squishy brown sausage past her
lips and into the young girl's mouth below her. Donna fed her some more, and
then continued feeding her baby with small turds until she had eaten almost
every morsel.
By now though, Brittney's small stomach was beginning to bulge slightly from the
huge meal and it was with huge relief that her 'dinner' was nearly over. She was
unsure if she could take much more. Not because of the taste, but because she
was becoming full.
"One more. Just once more my darling little toilet girl. You're doing so well
eating up Mummy's shit," Donna sang the words encouragingly as she resumed her
squat above her mouth. For this final bit she lowered her ass until it made a
seal over Brittney's mouth, then she let loose with one last sausage of shit
directly into her mouth.
Brittany couldn't help but whimper as the brown mass entered her mouth. Luckily
she was getting the hang of it as she munched it down, slopping it noisily
around the roof of her mouth and over her gums, before quickly gulping it down
into her bulging stomach. Eventually her mouth was empty and she let out a small
burp.
"OK honey, all done! You're such a good girl. You ate all of mummy's love! Now I
know you love me! You really love me! Oh you love me so much sweetheart, don't
you?
Looking up at her mother with weak and defeated eyes, Brittney tried to muster a
small smile as her mother rained praise down upon her. She was feeling totally
overwhelmed, and her stomach was far from settled.
Yet, there was another remaining task for the daughter to complete. "OK dear,
clean mummy like a good girl." Donna instructed in a firm but gentle voice as
she lowered her ass back down onto her daughter's face.
While devoid of much effort in her actions, Brittney nevertheless stuck out her
tongue and licked away any remaining pieces of shit that clung to her mother's
ass. She didn't expect too much tongue action from her, it was more the intent.
Donna wanted her daughter to know she was both toilet and paper for her mother.
Since her shit had a reasonably firm consistency, there wasn't all that much for
Brittany to clean. This suited Donna just fine as she had other things to worry
about. "Let's clean your mouth out darling. Open up so mummy can give you her
pee. That's a good girl." All that was left was for Donna to turn around and
void her bladder, as she pissed its warm yellow liquid into Brittany's mouth.
Stopping after the first mouthful was delivered, she said, "Swish it around in
your mouth for me dear, let's get all mummy's love out of your mouth and down
into your tum-tum."
With effort, Brittney began to swish the rank mixture of piss and shit around in
her mouth, and with a muffled moan and a gag forced herself to swallow the vile
fluid.
"Good girl, once more."
Again, Brittany used her mother's urine to rinse out her mouth.
"OK, now the rest." Donna said as she again lowered her drooping lips above her
daughter's mouth and began to piss. Taking pains to go slowly, she made sure
every drop made its way into the mouth of the young girl. This even meant
stopping a couple times to give her a chance to catch up, but it was more than
worth the wait. Once her daughter had drunk the briny fluid, the cycle was
complete.
Her life-long dream of turning her five-year-old daughter into her own personal
full-service toilet had been realized. As with any toilet, you never want to
overfill it, lest you need call a plumber. Donna would be happy using Brittney's
mouth as a urinal and toilet paper daily, and then as a full service toilet when
she was exceptionally randy, perhaps once a week to start. She obviously
couldn't be filling her young daughter's mouth with shit daily, as much as she
wanted to. The last thing she needed was her daughter upchucking one of her
'meals' when she was at school, to the horror of those around. Not to mention
she doubted that her young body would be able to withstand such an assault on a
daily basis. No, instead she would see how much the five-year-old could tolerate
without becoming sick, and use that as a yardstick to determine the frequency of
her feedings. It would always have to be in place of dinner also, so that she
could put the young girl to bed with some Gravol afterwards.
Speaking of becoming sick, Donna noticed that her young daughter was beginning
to look ill, now that the stimulation of the encounter had ended. This wasn't
something she wanted to happen, since there was still a chance it might turn her
off from doing it in future. If she could imagine how bad it was going down, it
certainly would be worse coming back up. Donna had planned for this though. She
quickly moved to help her daughter off the mat. "Up we go, nice and easy now
honey. Come over to the bed. I want you to stand here and mummy is going to put
a little pill up your bum to make your tummy feel better. It won't hurt, I
promise."
Unwrapping the suppository, Donna carefully and gently slid it up inside her
young daughter. She had purchased adult Gravol in suppository form. This would
assure that even if she did have an incident of vomiting, she wouldn't vomit up
a pill as well. While adult Gravol suppositories were 100mg, and children's
strength were only 30mg, the maximum daily dosage of Gravol for children was
150mg. She did not intend to take chances. Gravol is a very safe medication, so
this dosage was never a worry. Not to mention that since it dissolved slowly
inside her, it would provide long lasting relief. She knew it would make her
drowsy and overpower all but the strongest unpleasant feelings in her stomach.
Exactly what she wanted.
Brittney was starting to feel nauseous, but she followed he mother's
instructions and allowed her to insert the suppository.
"That's my girl. OK, up on the bed now, nice and slow." she said as she gently
helped her daughter pull herself onto the bed. "Now honey, I know your tummy
doesn't feel too well, but the best cure for that is some of mummy's love juice.
So you lie down on your back and let mummy ride your face to make you feel
better, OK?"
Still in a bit of a daze from all that had happened, the young girl blankly
nodded and complied with the instructions, lying down on her back.
Donna wouldn't need a pillow this time, since she planned to ride her daughter's
face in a different fashion tonight. While she usually sat facing away from her
feet, this time she would be facing towards her feet. This accomplished a number
of things. First, it kept her daughter's nose in between her ass cheeks, which
she wanted her to get used to. Next, it allowed her to cradle her daughter's
head in the arches of her feet. With her feet together under her buttocks, the
space at the arches was the perfect size to cradle a young five-year-old girl's
head and keep it still. Yet another reason was since she wanted to look at
Brittney's bloated stomach as she rocked on her face. Just looking at her
bulging tummy and knowing what was in there would excite her. She would also be
able to reach down and gently stroke it to help soothe the poor girl. Last, but
certainly not least, was that as long as Donna rode her daughter's face,
Brittney wouldn't be tempted to go and get sick in the toilet. She hoped that
the sexual use of her daughter's face would distract her from her nausea until
the medication kicked in. She wanted to make sure that the only way the meal she
gave her daughter would come out, would be through her own behind.
With that in mind, Donna slowly and deliberately began to slide herself up and
down her daughter's face, casually masturbating herself on the facial features
of the five-year-old girl below her. While Brittney occasionally let out a moan,
her mother knew it wasn't a moan of pleasure. Each time she heard it she would
gently say "Shhh..." and redouble her efforts lull her daughter into submitting
herself to the needs of her weeping cunt.
While the young girl would only occasionally reach out her tongue to lick her,
Donna didn't care. That wasn't what she was concerned with right now. On
occasion, she would reach down and ever so gently run her fingers around the
swollen belly of the child underneath her. Her pussy would weep every time she
touched it, but she didn't let herself get carried away. Right now was not about
release for her, it was about using her pussy to dominate the girl, forcing her
to keep her shit and piss inside her. As she gazed down at the small bulge in
her daughter's mid-section, she couldn't imagine what her daughter was feeling
right now.
With each stroke of her mother's cunt across her face, Brittney found herself
being face-fucked into submission. She wanted to throw up in the beginning, but
with her mother's pussy firmly in place on top mouth, she had to focus on
keeping her mother happy. She had so much of her mother's 'love' inside her
stomach that it hurt, but she wasn't focusing on it. Over time she started to
feel a bit drowsy, but like the trooper she was she kept her face steady for her
mother to masturbate on.
For her part, Donna was actually beginning to get bored now. While she did enjoy
using her daughter like this, she dared not enjoy a nice orgasm or the
excitement might cause her daughter to lose her meal. She couldn't have that
happen. Pausing for a moment Donna leaned over to the bedside table and grabbed
one of the magazines she kept there when she wanted to read before bedtime. With
the publication in hand, she gently sank back down onto her daughter's face. Now
she was able to read the magazine while she laconically rocked on her daughter's
face, assured that the foul meal within her body would slowly be digested.
She assumed she wouldn't have to do this every time. Once she had trained
Brittney to keep from vomiting, she would just use her as a toilet and then put
her to bed with some Gravol. That way her body would have all night to work on
digesting the putrid filth inside her, with no chance to prematurely expel the
offering of 'love' from her mother.
Time drifted by, and it was a couple of hours before Donna noticed that Brittney
had actually dozed off. While the Gravol did cause drowsiness, she thought that
she would have noticed if her daughter fallen asleep. Since her feet kept the
young girl's head in place, she never noticed anything amiss. How long had she
been masturbating on the child's unconscious face? No matter, with the loving
touch that only a mother could give, she carefully slid Brittney under the
covers and then slid into the bed beside her. Pulling the chain on the bedside
lamp, the room turned to black, the only light coming from the nearly full moon
outside. As Donna settled down beside her daughter, she gently rested her hand
on top of her daughter's bloated stomach, so she could fall asleep with the
knowledge that the first of many noxious meals was nestled snugly inside her.
CHAPTER 11
The next morning Donna awoke with a new perspective on life. She arose and
opened her eyes looking forward to the day, instead of thinking about her heavy
schedule at work. There was a new equanimity within her, one that wasn't there
before. It was almost as if making her daughter eat from her somehow drained her
cares away. After her precious girl ate - and then digested - everything she had
to offer, she felt a self-confidence she had never felt before. If she could do
this, she could do anything. The world was her oyster. She felt ten years
younger, if not more, and she felt an increased vitality in ways she couldn't
describe.
In short, she was reborn.
Sitting up in bed Donna yawned and stretched her arms wide. Her young daughter
still lay sleeping beside her. The bulge in her stomach was now gone, a
testament to the fact her body had successfully processed her waste. Looking
down at her darling girl, she gently brushed the hair from her face. So
beautiful, so innocent. She so desperately wanted to give her the morning urine
that her body was begging to expel, however she knew better than to take things
too far too fast. Since Brittney hadn't had any 'food' since lunch yesterday, a
proper breakfast was in order. If she was feeling well enough, there was no
reason why Donna couldn't make use of her urinal mouth later. She quietly
slipped out of bed, leaving the little girl to sleep and recover from the
previous night's activities. Walking naked to the shower, she paused as she
entered the bathroom to look in the mirror. She wasn't vain, but there was
something that she had to see. Looking back at her was a woman she hadn't seen
in years. With a fresh smile on her face, she let out a happy sigh and proceeded
to step into the shower to prepare for the day ahead.
Brittany awoke in bed alone, having been roused from her slumber by her mother's
singing in the shower. It was odd since her mother hadn't done that in a long
time. As she tried to get her head into gear, she realized that she had some
kind of 'hangover'. While she wouldn't comprehend the meaning of this word until
much later in life, she knew how she felt. Her stomach ached somewhat, but not
significantly. It was as if someone had hit her in the stomach the night before,
and this is the residual pain the day after. It was sort of a 'memory' of
discomfort, and not discomfort itself, if that makes any sense. Then there was
her head. She was still very groggy, feeling tired as if she hadn't slept. This
was the after-effect of the Gravol, which does have a tendency to give people a
sleep 'hang-over' of sorts.
As she sat up in bed, her intestines groaned as they were jostled in her lissom
body. They were telling her that she needed to potty, and soon. Jumping down
from the bed Brittany padded her bare feet quickly to the bathroom in the hall.
While the en-suite bathroom would have been closer, it was a force of habit for
her to use the one in the hall. After sitting down on the toilet her bowel
movement came rapidly, pressing out an enormous - for someone her age - bowel
movement. She also found she had a bit of diarrhoea at the end, but it wasn't
nearly as bad as she has had in the past. With the pressure in her colon now
gone, she had a quick tinkle and then popped right into the shower without
bothering to clean herself or flush the loo. Her head still felt quite clouded.
Donna exited her shower, towelled herself off and then headed back into the
bedroom. For whatever reason, perhaps just out of giddiness, she tossed her body
onto the mattress with reckless abandon, letting out a brief giggle as the
bedsprings stopped groaning. As Donna lay on her bed, listening to the sound of
her young daughter cleaning herself in the shower, her thoughts turned to the
future. The thought of Brittany and Susan possibly being together appealed to
her. Her dear friend would just die to have same experience as she did, she was
sure of that. She would have to arrange it. On top of all that she was quite
smitten with Brittany's friend, little Amanda Stone, and thoughts of sexual
escapades featuring her and that girl made her tingle to her toes.
The future would be very interesting indeed.
Later that morning, with Brittney lying on the floor watching the telly, Donna
contemplated her next move. She had become emboldened by her night with
Brittany, so much so that she wanted to see if she could somehow work Amanda
into the equation. It was certainly a huge risk, but she didn't get where she
was in life today by playing it safe. Only the meek lived that way, and Donna
was anything but meek. She decided the best means to reach Amanda would be
through her daughter.
"Brittney honey? Where are you my darling girl? She called out.
"I'm watching the telly mummy."
Donna walked into the living room, and kneeling down beside her daughter reached
down and gave her a big kiss. "How's my darling little poppet doing today?"
"OK mummy, but I'm still tired."
"That's OK dear, you're tired because you ate soooo much of mummy's love last
night. That's a good feeling sweetheart." Always looking for an angle, Donna
made sure that nothing could be seen by the her as being discomforting.
"I guess so."
"Of course it is. Well then, let's not have you lying on your belly all day.
What about your friend Amanda, did you want to play with her today?" Donna
popped the question, with her daughter having no idea why her mother really
suggested it.
"OK!" Brittany chirped with glee. She hadn't had Amanda over to her house in
ages, and she wanted to show off all her new things.
"Very well, you finish your show and I'll get it sorted." It only took a phone
call and Amanda's mother Jean was more than happy to bring little Amanda over to
play. What mother in her right mind would turn down a chance to have their
little child off taken off their hands for the day?
After Amanda arrived, Brittany took her straight up to her room. "Look she has a
whole set of dresses for the fashion walk. She's a top model, but not only that,
she's a secret agent as well!" Brittany exclaimed with pride. She was showing
her friend Amanda her 'Super Carla' game, a beautiful fashion icon that took
time off from photo shoots and the catwalk to save the world as the number one
secret agent. A stunning collection of fashion wear could be bought as part of a
series, all to clad the precocious Carla. "She has all kinds of disguises she
puts on when she doesn't want the baddies to know who she is."
Amanda was spellbound. "Wow." Was all she could manage to say as she looked on
in awe, as Brittany continued explaining the various exploits Carla could get up
to. She was envious; she knew her Mum and Daddy could never afford to buy her
the whole game series and now after seeing if for herself she desperately wanted
to have them. She looked around Brittany's bedroom, her eyes taking in all of
her friend's possessions; Brittany had just about everything a girl could wish
for. Her bedroom was cluttered with toys and games of every description; she
even had a brand new mobile phone. Her own parents were by no means stingy, but
neither of their incomes matched Donnas who worked as a television reporter.
"Your mum's good to you." Amanda said, "I wish mine would get me all these
things."
Brittany's mother, Donna, heard Amanda's last remark. She was putting clean
linen into the airing cupboard, just outside the bedroom door. Neither of the
girl's had heard her as she placed the folded clothes neatly onto the shelves
and crept over to the bedroom in time to hear Brittany. "Are you really good to
your mummy?"
"Uh huh."
"But really good."
"Yeah."
"Well I'm really REALLY good to my mummy and that's why I have all of these."
She said sweeping her arm out to encompass her bulging shelves. "If you want to
be THAT good, maybe my mummy can show you." She added without giving any thought
to what she was actually suggesting. While Brittany hadn't, and wasn't going to,
give up her 'private' secrets, she did remember her mother saying that what
happened in her house, stayed in the house. Since Amanda was here, couldn't she
do things with mummy as well? While it was a flawed premise, by putting the idea
out there she had done Donna a great service.
Donna put her head around the door to take a quick look at Amanda. She had the
most beautiful dark brown hair tied into a ponytail, which wound all the way
down to the small of her back. Her heart missed a beat when she noticed two
puzzled looking eye's staring out from the fringe on her forehead. She was
slightly smaller than Brittany, with the most scrumptious body. Her sleek legs
were clad in wonderful tight fitting leggings; she was one of the prettiest
girls Donna had seen.
"What do you have to do?" Amanda asked imploringly. To be honest she'd have done
anything to have her own Super Carla and was beginning to get very curious about
Brittany's secret formula of success for pleasing her mother.
Donna held her breath as she listened to her daughter's answer. Would she spill
the beans?
"Tidy my room and stuff, don't answer back and be good. You know... all that
stuff."
'Phew' breathed Donna. 'Clever girl, at least you're discreet.' Theirs was a
large secret; one they had been keeping ever since they became lovers a couple
of months ago. Donna had lectured her daughter about the need for absolute
discretion, telling her how important it was that no one else should find out
about their special relationship, one in which they both adored and carried out
to the full. She made sure that Brittney knew that if anyone found out, she
wouldn't be allowed to keep her toys and her mummy wouldn't love her anymore.
"I want to play with Carla." complained Amanda, who, it had to be said,
possessed what's sometimes called a 'wilful streak' in her make up. She could be
quite determined, and if her mind happened to be made up about something, it
could be difficult to persuade her to change it.
"Well I want to play with Carla." Said Brittany, who could also be determined.
"NO ME!" squealed Amanda defiantly.
"NO ME!" Brittany answered back with a scream.
"Shut up the lot of you!" came a shout from the door. Both girls stopped
shouting and stared at Brittany's vexed looking mother. "I can hear you two from
downstairs." lied Donna. "And I daresay the whole neighbourhood can too. If
Amanda wants to play with the game, you need to share. There should be enough
things to play with here for the both of you. My goodness," she sighed in an
exasperated tone. While Donna wanted Brittany to share her toys, it was not the
'life lesson' that prompted her tirade. Her right eyebrow rose as she considered
possibilities. "Brittany, can you come with me a moment? Let Amanda play and
come to my room please honey."
The young girl reluctantly did as her mother asked, but she still had a bit of a
frustrated pout on her face. Once inside the room she watched as her mother shut
the door behind her.
"Honey, you really need to share with Amanda. Do you know why she wants to play
with your toys?"
The still moody Brittany just shook her head.
"Amanda's parents can't afford to buy her all the nice things that I can buy for
you. So she never gets any toys like this. Now can you see why she wanted to
play?"
Feeling guilty, the young girl started to regret her earlier outburst. She
wasn't aware that Amanda's parents didn't have much money. "Can't you buy her
some toys?"
"I'm sorry poppet, but even though I would like to, Amanda's parents wouldn't
like it if I gave her toys."
Brittney, as a child, didn't understand why they wouldn't let her daughter have
toys if her mummy bought them. "But why?"
"Well, they would think that I thought they were poor, and that would make them
embarrassed. So they wouldn't accept the toys, they would want to buy them
themselves." Donna pondered something for a moment, then continued, "You know
honey, there may be a way we could give her some toys to take home with her, but
we have to do it a certain way. What we could do is give Amanda some of your
toys and then..."
"Nooooo!" Brittany cried, as any five-year-old would do when you talk about
taking their toys away, "I did all those things and... I drank your pee and...
all those things! How come she gets toys and she doesn't have to do those
things!"
"Poppet, calm down!" Donna said as she tried to calm the upset child, "What I
was going to say is that if you gave Amanda some of your toys, then her parents
wouldn't mind her keeping them since you gave them to her. Then once you do
that, I'll buy you brand new toys to replace them. I promise."
"Ohhhh..." she replied, starting to catch on to what her mother was suggesting.
"But how come she gets toys and doesn't have to do all those things for you like
I did?"
"Well, why don't we see if Amanda wants to do those things to get some of your
toys then? Hmmm?" Although Brittany had steered the conversation here, it was
done unwittingly since this was where her mother wanted to take it all along.
"But how?"
"Leave that to me poppet, leave that to me.
CHAPTER 12
Taking her daughter by the hand, she led her back to her own room, and then
directed her to sit back down beside Amanda. "Amanda? Can you stop playing for a
minute please love?"
The young girl complied and looked up at Donna wondering what she wanted from
her.
"You know Amanda, Brittney has a lot of toys here, and she doesn't play with
them all. Would you like it if she gave you some of her toys to take home?"
"Oh yes please!" the tot eagerly explained.
Donna noticed Brittney still had a bit of an uncertain look on her face, and she
didn't blame her. No child ever wants to give up toys. Nevertheless, she said
nothing since her mother did promise to replace them. "Well Amanda, did Brittney
tell you that she had to do things to get her toys?"
"Yes..."
"Well don't you think it is only fair that if she gives you her toys that you
should have to do the same things?"
"I guess so, what kind of things?"
"We'll get to that sweetheart. How about we do this first... If you had to pick
any three toys in this room, which ones would you pick?"
Amanda's eyes grew wide as she started to consider that she might actually be
able to have some new toys. Her parents weren't poor. She had proper clothes and
shoes; was always well fed. However, her parents didn't have well paying jobs,
so money was always tight. Aside from a new dolly on occasion, toys were not
something she received a lot of, except on her birthday and at Christmas.
"Why don't you think about it dear while I go get something, I'll be right
back..." Donna briskly made her way to the kitchen, retrieved two tall glasses,
and then returned to her daughter's bedroom.
"So, have you decided?"
Amanda quickly pointed out three toys she was interested in, and Brittney
squirmed as she announced it. Donna had debated how to do this. As expected, she
had to assure silence from the girl. That was easy to do though. The tough
choice was deciding which act to introduce to the young girl first. "OK Amanda,
if you want those toys, then you will need to do what Brittney did to get them,
is that fair?"
"Yes..."
"Very good, watch then. Brittany, be a dear and hold this for me please." Donna
said as she handed an empty glass to her daughter. Taking a couple steps over to
the bed, but still well in view of the two girls, she lifted her leg and placed
her bare foot on top of Brittney's bed. Looking directly at Amanda, she then
slowly pulled her dress up so it was over her knee and out of the way. Donna
never wore panties at home, since they always got in the way if she wanted to
give her daughter a drink or get her pussy sucked. With her cunt lewdly on
display, she saw Amanda's eyes grow wide as Donna brought the empty glass to her
pussy. After using one hand to hold the glass and the other to spread her lips,
she started to piss into the glass. The sound of the rushing liquid was
deafening in the silent room. The glass filled quickly, and soon Donna had to
fight to stop her stream lest she overfill it. "Quickly now, give me the empty
glass dear and you hold this one."
Brittney jumped up off her seat and strode the few steps over to her mother,
quickly doing as she asked. Once she had the heavy glass of amber liquid in her
hands, she went back to her chair and sat down.
Donna wasted no time in filling the second glass, although she ran out of urine
at about the two-thirds point. Staring at the piss in the glass, she allowed her
eyes to look back at Amanda, who was still in awe of the spectacle before her.
"Hold this for me please Amanda." Donna said as she handed the four-year-old the
glass. She then took her foot down off the bed, which made her dress fall back
into place. "Now Amanda, you asked what kinds of things Brittney does for her
toys. Why don't I show you? Go ahead poppet; show Amanda what you do for your
toys."
After a cursory sniff at the slightly foamy top of her glass, Brittany brought
the glass to her mouth and started to drink. Given the colour of her piss, Donna
didn't think it would taste too bad, although her daughter did make a small face
when the first sip hit her tongue. The room was silent, except for the sounds of
Brittney swallowing gulp after gulp of her mother's warm piss. She did pause a
few times to take a breath, but in short order the glass was empty and Brittney
was looking up at her mother, longing for approval. "Very good poppet. You drank
that so well for mummy. Now you see Amanda, if you drink that glass, every last
drop, you can take home a toy. What do you say?"
Amanda looked at the glass in her hands, looked at Brittney's mother, looked at
the toys, and then back at the glass. Her mind was fighting a pitched battle
over control of her actions. On the one hand, she desperately wanted the toys;
on the other, she was very much afraid of the unknown. As the seconds dragged
on, the greed in her mind was winning her over.
"What's it going to be honey? If you don't want the toys then give the glass to
Brittney to drink."
This put Amanda over the edge. Greed won out, and she quickly found herself
raising the glass to her lips. With both hands steadying the heavy glass, she
took a tentative sip. 'Yuck', she said to herself. Not very tasty. Still though,
she watched Brittany drain her glass as if it were nothing at all. Closing her
eyes and girding her body Amanda took the plunge, hoisted the glass to her lips,
and started to slowly drink the urine. While she didn't relish the taste, it
wasn't as bad as some cough syrup that she had to take. However, if drinking a
glass of pee was all that she needed to do to get toys, she would do it. While
she did stop a number of times to take a breath, she nevertheless drank the
glass until it was empty. When she was done she smacked her lips together in a
way that kids do after they have had to taste something they didn't like, and
she crinkled her nose a bit as the aroma of urine in her mouth wafted up into
her nose.
"That's a good girl. See that wasn't so hard now, was it?"
Amanda just shrugged her shoulders.
"Com'on now, was it that bad? Speak up..."
"I guess not."
"See, there you go. OK then, you did one thing for me, so that gets you one toy.
If you want the other two toys, you can do some other things. Would you like the
other toys Amanda?"
Amanda had mixed feelings. Of course she wanted toys, but would the other things
she have to do be as bad as this? She opened her mouth as if she was going to
speak, but then closed it again as she pondered her thoughts. Finally, with a
sigh of resignation, she gave in. "I want the other toys too."
"Well then, why don't we see what we can have you do for them then? Before I do
that, we need to talk first." Donna went ahead and gave Amanda the 'privacy'
lecture that she had given Brittany when she first started. At times she would
mention Brittany and how she has never told, and Brittany would nod in agreement
as if to acknowledge that this is the right thing to do. "OK Amanda, do you
understand then?"
"I think so."
"Now darling I need to know if you are sure you understand. What happens in this
house is no one's business but our own. Just as it is not my business what
happens in your house. Right?"
"Yeah."
"OK then, there is one more thing. Should you tell anyone about what we do
together, I'll have to take back the toys, do you understand?"
Amanda's eyes grew wide at this revelation, since she didn't really take it all
too seriously. However, with the loss of toys now a threat, she was at full
attention. "I promise, I'll never tell."
"That's a good girl. Keep this private and we'll make sure that you get lots of
other toys too. First thing first, there is the matter of the other two toys.
You want them, don't you?"
"Yes please...!"
"OK, why don't you come sit beside me dear." Donna said as she patted the bed
beside her. "Brittany, can you come on my other side please?" The two children
complied. Donna reached out and took hold of Amanda's hand, drawing it into her
lap between her legs, on top of her dress. She wanted the young child to feel
the heat between her legs. "You see Amanda, because Brittany and I love each
other, we want to make each other happy."
Amanda's body tingled from the slow caress of the older woman's hand, she almost
purred with pleasure at the warm feelings it stirred within her. At the same
time, she was a bold young girl and wanted to get to the bottom of this being
good idea. This new concept of getting presents and toys in exchange for
pleasing your Mum was a nut she thought worth cracking, so with that in mind she
continued probing. Her mouth opened then closed just as quickly as she sought to
put her curiosity into words. "How does...How does" she stammered briefly. "When
Brittany's nice to you? What does she do?"
"She makes me happy sweetheart. She does things to please me." Her words dropped
from her lips like silk as her hand continued its gentle roaming. Her mind had
been reeling these last few minutes as she tried to control her feelings. Her
eyes took in every detail of the four-year-old girl sitting beside her. She was
small compared to Donna, so much so that when they stood up side by side, the
top of Amanda's head barely reached her crotch. For some reason this aroused her
even more.
"She makes me happy by doing things for me Amanda. Lots and lots of things...
all in the privacy of our home. You know dear, there's no reason why you
shouldn't have the same nice things I buy for Brittany. I could teach you how to
make me happy, you could do nice things for me, and then in return I'll give you
any toys you want. Would you like that Amanda dear"?
The girl eyes fluttered with pleasure from the woman's persistent caresses, she
could smell her heady perfume, and feel her steady gaze as she felt the web
closing round her. The weather was warm and Donna was dressed to stay cool with
a flimsy low cut top, just showing her turquoise bra and enough of her breasts
to draw Amanda's eyes to them. She smiled as she followed the girl's gaze; her
eye's becoming mischievous as she ran a hand through her long dark hair. The
awestruck toddler tried a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders, which ended up as a
nervous twitch, so she nodded her head instead.
Donna moved closer, bringing her warm face within inches of the flustered girl.
"You know Amanda, you're very pretty. You have such a darling little mouth." Her
tongue crept out of her lips and flickered against the young girl's lips before
roaming around them. "Just made to give kisses." She leaned forward, closing the
distance between them as she brought her lips to cover Amanda's lips. The girl's
small gasp was stifled as Donna captured her tongue and took it into her mouth
to suck. Then she released it, returned the favour by giving Amanda's smaller
mouth her tongue, and was rewarded by the girl emulating her actions. After
Amanda overcame the shock of the sudden kiss, she began enjoying the new
sensations racing through her body. Her senses were full of the woman; she was
seduced by her beautiful fragrance, her warm lips and seeking tongue. The
striking adult oozed eroticism and even though she was too young to understand,
she could still feel it.
For her part, Brittany was watching intently, seeing from a third person
perspective what it must have been like for her in the beginning. She wasn't
jealous at all; in fact, she was fascinated by everything that was happening.
The woman opened her mouth wider as their lips writhed together in a slow moist
dance. Donna's head twisting this way and that as she crushed her mouth against
Amanda's, breathing loudly through her nose and with the occasional quiet moan
sounding in her throat. She couldn't believe she was falling in love all over
again; was it love or was it lust? Her predilection for young girls had
intensified dramatically over the last year, until now she found herself looking
at youngsters not only with the normal affection an adult has for one, but also
with the eye of a seductress. Children were so malleable at that age, so eager
to please, thoughts of the things you could get one to do for you raced through
her mind. She let out a loud moan of lust at the thought, startling Amanda who
pulled away with a wet smack.
"Mmph." exclaimed Donna, as their lips broke apart. "You okay honey?" She
sounded concerned. Frightened that she'd scared her by getting carried away. Her
voice sounded ragged to her ears, she was panting heavily after breaking off the
kiss, and couldn't hide her excitement.
"Yes I... think..." Her voice trailed off and she looked down at the carpet as
her face flooded red.
"That was a lovely kiss Amanda. You kissed me so wonderfully. Did you like it
too?"
Amanda's mind was in turmoil; she'd never done anything as exiting as this. She
looked up in awe and tossed her head back sending her long pigtail flying over
her shoulders. "I... I think so" Still swooning, she really wasn't sure what she
thought.
Seeing as you enjoy kissing me so much, how about I show you how to give me more
kisses, all kinds of different kisses?"
"Now?"
"Well, these kisses got you a second toy; did you want the third toy as well?"
"Yes please!"
"Right then, why don't we have Brittany show you how we do another kind of
special kiss." Donna said as she pushed herself back onto Brittany's bed, and
leaning against the headboard pulled back the fabric of her dress to expose her
now sodden cunt. She was tempted to drag the three of them back to her bedroom,
but she didn't want to lose the moment. The four-year-old was still under her
spell from that kiss, and she didn't want to risk that. She also had to make
sure that Brittany didn't get jealous, which was why she wanted her right here
beside her. That way she wouldn't think she was being supplanted or deprived of
any potential toys. "Now Amanda, come up here beside my hip darling." She waited
as the little scamp obeyed her command. "Now look closely and watch Brittany.
Watch how she loves her mummy and does a nice thing for her. Go ahead dear." she
said while waving Brittany into the free space between her thighs.
For her part, the young girl knew exactly what to do. With all the practice she
had, there was no hesitation on her part. She dove right in and got to work.
Amanda sat and watched, gob smacked at the sight before her. She never knew that
anyone would do such a thing. Heck, she had never even considered that you could
do such a thing with your mummy. She wondered how many other children did this.
Donna relaxed and let out a long exhale of breath with a sigh. As Brittany
pleased her orally, she was running her hand through Amanda's soft tresses, and
putting gentle pressure on her to look closer. "Why don't you take a closer look
there precious. Get right down close to Brittany and see how she does it."
Amanda felt the pressure on the back of her head as she was pressed toward the
erotic scene in front of her. She was amazed that Brittany did this without any
complaint at all. 'It must not be that bad' she thought to herself.
Donna was quickly climbing the wall of pleasure, so she gently pushed a confused
Brittany away. "OK Brittany, why don't you let Amanda have a go at it." Her
daughter scuttled back, leaving plenty of room for the young four-year-old to
take her place between Donna's thighs.
Amanda looked with wide eyes at the sight before her. She had never seen a grown
woman's vagina up close before. Not even her own mother's vagina in the shower.
It looked... angry, was the word she would use to describe it to herself.
Brittany, trying to be helpful, leaned in and gave her some instructions. "If
you lick it here, she really likes it a lot!" she said, pointing to her mother's
clit. "And you can lick up the juices down there, she likes that too."
"Thank you Brittany, you're such a clever girl." her mother said, praising her
for initiative as she smiled back with pride.
Amanda stuck her tongue out, and took a tentative lick.
When Donna felt Amanda's tongue touch her clit, she nearly lost it. It wasn't
that she was doing anything extraordinary, it was just the sight of the little
moppet bending her head down, and watching the curls flow over her thighs as the
small face leaned in for a lick. Heaven, pure heaven. It took all of her
willpower, and then some, to resist the urge to grab her head and lock it to her
pussy. She kept repeating to herself 'in time... in time...'
With the knowledge that touching the strange thing in front of her with her
tongue wouldn't hurt her, Amanda tried to do as Brittany had done. While her
technique was non-existent, and her touch staccato, it was nevertheless an
attempt to please the woman who was now gently caressing her head and cooing her
name.
Finally, Donna could take no more. It had only been a couple minutes but she had
to stop. There was no way she could continue and not scare the little girl. "OK
then, that's enough for today Amanda. You've been a very good girl and you get
all three toys."
Sitting back on her feet Amanda beamed a wide smile and bounced a bit on the
bed.
Surprisingly, given that Brittany would be temporarily losing three toys, was
smiling too.
Donna surmised that perhaps Brittany was caught up in the moment, or maybe she
was just happy that her mother was happy. Either way, that was fine with her. As
the saying goes, 'two mouths are better than one'... Well, at least that the way
she says it. Leaving them to play, Donna went to the bathroom to clean up, least
she sodden a fresh pair of knickers when she put them on. Once done she retired
to the living room to relax.
With the day getting late, Donna called up to the children, "OK you two, time
for Amanda to go." Harried feet bounded on the floor above, and then the two of
them came bouncing down the stairs. "Ready to go Amanda?"
With three new toys in hand, and a grin a mile wide, was she ever.
After driving over to Amanda's house, she left Brittany in the car while she
spoke with Jean at the door. She would need to explain why her daughter was
coming home with these toys. "There you are; so then, how was your quiet day?
"Don't you get me started or I'll be after you to do this every weekend!"
Donna thought to herself, 'I only wish', but then replied, "Come now Jean,
you've watched Brittney for me dozens of times more than I have watched Amanda,
I owe it to you."
"Oh never you mind that. So what's with the toys then?"
"Jean I hope you don't mind, but I'm trying to clean out Brittany's closet and
she has all these toys she never plays with. You don't mind do you? I was going
to donate them, but I'd much rather they go to Amanda."
"I hope these aren't expensive."
"Oh Lord no. I'm just terrible with Brittany. Since I'm off on assignment so
often I try and make it up to her by buying toys. So now she has a roomful of
toys and many she doesn't play with at all. I'm serious though Jean, anytime you
want to have a Saturday to yourself, you just bring her round, I insist."
"I couldn't!" Jean said shaking her head.
"Nonsense! If anything, this will clear my conscience. You've watched Brittany
far more times. I owe you a debt my dear."
"Alright! We'll see how it goes. Just you don't go spoiling my girl too now."
They both shared some mutual laughter as they parted ways. Donna was eager to
get back and have Brittney service her with the image of Amanda still fresh in
her mind. Her confidence was increasing each time they made love, she thrilled
at the power she had when she cried out Brittney's name, as she tossed and
turned across the large double bed to the tune of her clever tongue. If there
could be such a term as a natural submissive then it had to apply to her
daughter. Brittany needed to be loved, or more aptly, she needed her mother's
love. Donna had been ruthless in tying her pleasure to her love for her
daughter, so much so that her daughter was starting to see them as one in the
same.
With Brittney, even though her mother's needs were sometimes excessive - there
were often occasions when she nearly fell asleep at school - she was starting to
look at other grown women with the eyes of a hopeful submissive. She'd
occasionally pass an attractive woman in the street that could be any age up to
her late fifties, and immediately be overcome by reverie, imagining being made
to satisfy and serve her in the filthiest of ways. Dreaming about being loved.
Donna picked up a pizza on the way home so that Brittney would have a good
supper. She planned to give her mouth a workout that evening, and she needed to
make sure her daughter had the strength for it.
It was going to be a long night.
CHAPTER 13
The next afternoon, Brittany was drinking lemonade she had taken from the
kitchen fridge. The glass tipped back in the air, she glugged down the
refreshing liquid. Once finished drinking, she noticed her mother standing by
the kitchen door with an expression on her face that she'd come to recognise. It
was one of the demanding Mistress, a game her mother particularly enjoyed. By
now she was used to impromptu sex, they didn't confine they're lovemaking to
just the bedroom or just at night. It could happen at anytime or anyplace within
the privacy of their home. Her mother was insatiable at times, but that was part
of the fun. She knew what was expected of her, and this time was no different.
Donna waved her hand at the young girl. "Kneel down in front of me and suck my
cunt, and be quick about it."
Brittany, not paying attention, just started walking towards her mother.
"Be quick I said! Get your head under my skirt and pull down my knickers!"
Brittany jumped and fast moved to obey, dropping to her knees before the
smouldering woman. Lifting up her mother's long skirt, she gazed at the sight of
the lacy blue knickers. She reached to the top of her mother's slim, toned legs
and slowly pulled them down... the sheer material making a slow swish as it
travelled downwards to the floor.
"Make me cum in your mouth slave." Donna said coldly.
Brittany moved forward, allowing the long skirt to fall down behind her back as
she pressed her face into the dewy curls above the pinky-grey labia. The potent
smell of arousal assailed her nostrils as she extended her tongue to touch the
crinkled lips. Once at school, she'd seen a photo of an African woman wearing a
pair of long heavy earrings. When she'd asked about it, the teacher explained it
was customary for the women to have them pinned through like that to stretch the
ear lobes making them long and dangly. She found the similarity amusing as she
swept her tongue up and down, tasting the tangy flesh before slipping in-between
and giving a wiggle to say 'hello'.
Donna crouched lower, flexing her knees to make herself more accessible; she let
out a quiet "Yes" as she felt the girl's mouth go where she wanted. Sliding a
hand under the waistband of her skirt, she spread her lips wide to give Brittany
better access. The five-year-old licked inside the wet pussy, sucking noisily at
the dripping hole as she scooped up the strong juices.
Brittany felt as though she were inside an oven as she knelt between her mothers
legs; the thighs felt hot as they caressed her cheeks. She licked, sucked and
slurped at her sex, listening to her moans and groans for another ten minutes.
She then felt her hands on the back of her head through the skirt, as her mother
guided her face up and down her cunt.
"Suck my clit. That's it, keep going! Keep going! Yes, yes don't stop! Suck my
clit like a lolly. Yes suck it like a lollypop; you're driving me wild with your
mouth. Oh God I could marry that mouth... don't stop! Oh God don't fucking
stop!" She wailed at the top of her voice. "Oh yes! I'm cumming! I'm going to
cream your pretty mouth"!
Suddenly she felt her mother's fingers gripping her head like a vice, as her
face was jammed into her mother's sodden cunt.
"Ugh... Ugh... Ugh... Oh gawd I'm coming, I'm coming, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes Yes!
Ohh drink it! Swallow it down... drink me... drink me up!" She cried as her dam
burst and she flooded her young girl's mouth.
Brittany glugged and swallowed as best she could. "Uggh Nuggh Glug... Glug...
Glug..." The noise of her busy gulping filled the kitchen as she ate her Mum's
cum, kneeling down on the hard floor and hanging on to her mother's thrusting
buttocks with her hands. She rode out the crisis as she had done so many times
before, keeping her face in place until she heard the older woman sigh, then
felt her legs loosen around her head.
"Oh darling. Oh my darling you were marvellous." Crooned her mother as she
stepped back to release her daughter from her fabric prison. She then knelt down
and kissed her wetly on the lips, tasting her own juices in the process. 'What a
lucky girl' she said to herself with a sly grin.
= = = = =
The following weekend, Donna again planned to make 'full service' use of her
daughter's toilet mouth. This was the perfect time to see if Brittany would be
able to cope with this on a regular basis. She left it for Saturday, since the
Gravol made Brittney very tired the next day. She wouldn't want to have to
explain her grogginess to the school during the week. After informing her
daughter that she would be eating 'later' that night, she enjoyed her meal as
she ate alone. It was this time when she mentally prepared herself for what was
to come. Here she would justify her actions as necessary for Brittany to show
how much she loved her. If there was ever an act that one person could do, to
show the ultimate reverence for another human being, it is for them to eat the
other's bodily wastes. Her daughter was finally doing this for her, and she was
more than glad that she would be able to continue to do it for the foreseeable
future.
After dinner, while Brittany watched the telly, Donna went upstairs and readied
the bedroom. The black mat was out, but in future, she hoped she wouldn't need
it. Next, she prepared the Gravol suppository, and had a magazine by the ready.
Donna actually planned to get some work done, since she needed to do some
background reading on riders for an upcoming race. Tonight she planned to do
something a bit different. Instead of calling Brittney up when she was ready to
go, she would instead have the girl lie prone while she sat on her toilet mouth,
letting her wait in anticipation for the moment to arrive. "Brittney darling,
mummy needs you for potty." That was her usual refrain when she had to pee, and
Brittney always would come promptly to service her needs.
When Brittney arrived in the bedroom, she saw the mat and her stomach sank. She
had almost forgotten, and she wasn't really looking forward to it. There was
nothing she could do though; this was what she needed to do to earn her mother's
love.
"Honey, go ahead and take off your clothes then lie down on the mat. Mummy is
not quite ready to go, so I'll just have a sit on you while I wait OK dear?" It
may have seemed odd to have Brittany strip if she was only going to use her
mouth as a toilet, but it was the principle. For Donna having the child strip
made her feel all that more powerful. It was as if the child was nothing more
than a piece of porcelain, and you don't put clothing on porcelain.
"OK" Brittney replied blandly. Once stripped she moved to the mat and lay down.
She watched as her mother turned off the main lights, leaving only the reading
lamp beside them on.
Seeing the darling child ready to perform her toilet duties, Donna pushed down
her panties and kicked them off to the side. A black t-shirt covered her top
half with a red racing logo spread across the front. Stepping over the face of
the five-year-old girl, Donna peered down at the child below her and muttered,
"Beautiful." For this act, she would always sit facing Brittney's feet. Watching
the heaves of her daughter's stomach as they struggled to cope with the vile
substance being forced inside it was something she had to see.
As she lowered herself down, she reached back and deliberately spread her cheeks
apart with her hands. "Tongue out young lady." Donna ordered. She needed to feel
her way into position, and the tongue was the best way to do it. Soon she felt
the telltale touch of her daughter's pink - but soon to be brown - tongue, and
with a few minor adjustments, she settled onto her daughter's face with a sigh.
Sliding her feet under her buttocks to cradle her daughter's head, she relaxed
on her heels with the knowledge that her daughter wouldn't be going anywhere
until her toilet duties were complete. For her part, Donna did take pains to
make sure she didn't overdo it. She didn't allow herself to get constipated or
to have loose stools. Diarrhoea was liquid, and Brittney got enough of that with
her mother's piss. No, Donna wanted her chewing. She wanted to feel the movement
of her daughter's jaw as it masticated the revolting meal inside it. She wanted
her daughter to need to chew each piece of shit until it was a soft pulpy mass,
which she would then force down her throat. She wanted it to take effort, since
it was the effort, which excited her.
"I don't feel your tongue dear; keep yourself busy while you wait for mummy's
love please." Donna relaxed as she read her magazine while her daughter licked
and sucked on her rosebud. Even still her brow was knitted in concentration as
she read, occasionally reaching for a nearby notepad to make notes. The minutes
flew by, broken by the occasional turning of the page. Brittney's breathing was
slow and steady, her body still, arms at her side. She had totally submitted
herself to her mother, and Donna knew she would stay there until she had
finished what she came to do.
About 30 minutes later, she finally stopped reading and lifted her head up from
the magazine as if to ponder something. Donna resumed reading the magazine, but
not long after a faint crackle sound pierced the air like a knife. The girl
underneath her let out a cry of surprise, only to have it come out as a muffled
moan. Donna paused reading for a moment and watched as the stomach in front of
her began to heave violently. The two domed cheeks sitting on her upturned face
stifled her daughter's muffled gags. Everything stopped; Donna's gaze remained
frozen, while beneath her the child lay perfectly still except for her heaving
tummy. Then suddenly, she feels her daughter's chin begin moving, slowly at
first, very slowly, then a little quicker until it's munching away beneath the
buttocks. Donna's sense of relief is tangible and before long, her eyes are
moving across the page as she resumes her reading. She listens for the sound of
swallowing, and when she hears it a minute later, she feels a tingle inside.
Then it comes again. Looking straight down she can see Brittney's throat bobbing
as it struggles valiantly to force down her mother's crap.
With her daughter working at her task, Donna is working on her own, reading. A
few minutes later, there is another wet crackling sound. The daughter's cheeks
swell up, her stomach again begins to heave, but she begins chewing and
swallowing until eventually, as the minutes go by, the waste eventually empties
into the stomach below. So on it goes, the only visible sign of what is really
happening are two runny chocolate like rivulets seeping from the corners of her
daughter's mouth. For her part, Donna seems more engrossed in the magazine than
in the state of her daughter below. In fact, more of her concentration had been
used to keep herself from urinating, since one always has that urge when
defecating. Even still, she seems to have gotten the hang of it, and of
delivering reasonable mouthfuls of excrement into her daughter's mouth at her
leisure.
Donna had almost forgotten that she was sitting on the upturned face of a
five-year-old girl and not her own toilet. She often read while on the loo, and
she had to admit this was a far cry more comfortable. This was most certainly
something that she could get used to on a weekly basis. The heaving of her
daughter's stomach, the sound of her laboured swallows and gagging were like a
sweet symphony of music, causing her to spontaneously let out a relaxed sigh as
she delivered another small morsel of crap into the mouth of the five-year-old
underneath her. It became impossible for her to read anymore, so she tossed the
magazine to the ground and just placed her hands on top of her thighs so she
could relax and enjoy the sensations. Once the music had stopped, she pushed yet
another mouthful of refuse into the mouth of her darling daughter, and the music
began again. She was the maestro, not just listening to a symphony, but also
conducting it. Her rosebud was her instrument, which was able to deliver many
different notes depending on how she played the beautiful mouth of the girl
below her.
Soon though, as with all good things, her half-hour of music came to an end.
With a last squeeze, the final dollop of her love was given to her darling
daughter, who to her credit, had swallowed up every bite. Oh how she loved the
mouth of her darling girl. "Clean my bottom now dear, we're almost done." With
gentle licks, Donna felt the small tongue of her daughter as it wiped her hole
clean."
As much as she would love to sit here all night, she was bursting for a pee, so
with a final caress of her daughter's rounded belly, she stood up and turned
around. It was a bit of a tradition for her to always look into her daughter's
eyes when she used her as a urinal. The ability to gently cradle Brittney's head
in her hands as she pissed into her small mouth was something she would never
get tired of. Like last week she had her rinse her mouth with urine to get the
shit out of her mouth before getting down to the business of emptying her
bladder fully. This too she enjoyed taking her time with, making sure not to
overflow her toilet by going too fast. As the hiss of urine splashed into her
daughter's mouth, Donna gently caressed her curls. She would look lovingly into
her eyes, as they would momentarily widen in response to the inrush of urine,
before relaxing back to their normal state once she had flushed the piss into
her stomach. Once complete, she would gaze at her daughter's face and see a
defeated set of eyes staring back at her. It was a look that Donna would never
get tired of. It was the look of complete and total submission.
With her intestines and bladder empty, she gently helped Brittney up and over to
the bed. After slipping in the suppository, she carefully lifted her into bed,
and like last week got into bed to join her. This time though she remembered to
bring her magazine. With no words spoken, Donna mounted her daughter's face and
began the task of masturbating on her features while reading. Occasionally she
would reach down and caress her bloated belly, but for the most part, she just
relaxed and face-fucked her to keep her in submission. Brittney had no fight in
her though, and unlike last week, Donna was able to determine that she had
fallen asleep after about an hour. As she lifted her cunt off her daughter, she
could see the sheen of cunt cream on her face. With a shy smile at how beautiful
it looked, Donna pulled the covers up over her little poppet. With her task
complete, as she did last week, she slipped into bed beside her and again placed
her hand on Brittney's bulging stomach.
Falling asleep, she began to dream about her beautiful toilet girl.
The following weekend, after Donna had delivered yet another steaming load of
shit into the quivering tummy of her darling little girl, she was about to ride
her face when Brittney spoke up.
"You don't have to do that mummy."
"What's that poppet?"
"I won't spit up. I promise." came the words from the little girl who now knew
her place in life.
Donna beamed down at her darling little girl who had now gained confidence in
her ability to hold in her mothers love. "Oh what a sweet girl you are!" Donna
replied as she leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead. "You
sleep now and let all of mummy's love keep you warm inside."
Slipping into bed with her daughter she cuddled her and smiled, gently rubbing
her swollen stomach until they both fell to sleep.
= = = = =
The following Wednesday, as they lay ready to sleep, Donna spoke. "Darling, I'd
like to us to talk." She said in a serious tone.
"Alright mummy." She said sitting up on the thick pillow.
Donna bit her lip, uncertain of how to put into words the proposition she'd been
thinking about. "I love you more than anyone else in the whole of the world and
I always shall."
Brittany leant over and kissed her bare shoulder. "I love you too mummy."
"When we make love it's very special. Nothing can change that. Even when Susan &
I do it we love it, but it isn't the same, it never will be with anyone else as
it is with you." She paused.
Brittany nodded on cue.
"But Susan is lonely. She doesn't have a beautiful potty girl like I do." Donna
decided to just come right out with it. "What I'd like you to consider is going
to bed with Susan. I know she wants to be with you."
Brittney felt excitement and trepidation at the same time. She'd seen Susan on
the telly and thought she was pretty. "Would I have to do everything with her?"
she asked with emphasis on 'everything', clearly referring to her use as a full
service toilet.
"Yes darling, she would really like to do that if you wouldn't mind. Of course
Susan has said that she'd be willing to buy you that car you've been after me to
buy if you did." Brittney was after one of those small-motorized cars that the
kids can drive around. It's not that it cost too much money, she just thought
they would make too much of a racket. However, it did make for an attractive
bargaining chip.
Brittney's eyes opened wide, "Really?!"
"Yes really. But you would have to be a REALLY good girl for Susan, and let her
use your mouth for a complete potty."
"OK!" Brittney blurted out, seemingly not too concerned with the 'price' of this
new toy.
Donna smiled, although it was a two-sided smile. On the one hand, she was
smiling at the excited reaction of her daughter, on the other she was smiling at
the thought of what she had just committed herself to. 'Perfect' she thought to
herself. She took Brittany in her arms and hugged her. "Thank you my darling.
Thank you, I love you so very much. I'm so lucky to have such a wonderful
daughter."
Brittany reached over and pulled Donna's nightie aside to look at her breasts,
then bent down to plant a wet kiss on each one.
The nipples rose in anticipation and Donna, never one to miss a cue, stripped
naked.
"Oh mummy I'm tired." She complained.
"It's okay darling. Just a quickie, I promise. Really."
"Ok." Brittney sighed in resignation as her mother climbed aboard her face.
Despite the promise of a 'quickie', the bedsprings sang for quite some time.
Each time Donna took a break and her daughter thought she would be able to
sleep; she climbed back aboard that beautiful mouth. For her the mouth of her
daughter was like a wonderful drug. Just when she thought she had gotten her
'fix', the craving would come storming back.
As the minutes turned to hours, Brittney gave in to her mother, knowing that she
would get no sleep until she had satisfied her completely. For her, there was no
such thing as a 'quickie' with her mother.
After a trip to the washroom to get a glass of water, Donna came back to bed.
She had become so parched from all her orgasms that she had to stop and drink.
By the time she returned, her poor daughter had fallen fast asleep. 'No matter'
she said to herself as she climbed above her daughter's face one last time,
waking her daughter with her insatiable demand to be sucked.
Again the bedsprings began to creak, singing their song of love.
CHAPTER 14
The party was thrown to celebrate Donna's new contract with Channel 15 and was
held in the garden of her home with a few friends. Some were colleagues from the
television station, while the rest consisted of friends and neighbours such as
the Stone's. The last rays of sunlight from a warm August afternoon filtered
through the beeches spreading shadows over the terraces and the long sweeping
lawns. Caterers were hired, and they mingled discreetly with the guests offering
trays of carefully prepared food, while others topped up champagne glasses. The
new contract offered Donna another three years with Channel 15; and meant an
increase in income of twenty-five percent, enough to make her a wealthy woman.
Donna was in animated conversation with the Stones, Amanda's Parents, who now
counted themselves as friends when she heard a particularly loud burst of
laughter coming from the poolside. She looked over and saw her friend Susan
surrounded by a group of appreciative men and their watchful wives holding court
on the lighter moments of broadcasting. The blonde woman looked stunning; her
lightly tanned skin complimented a black low cut top, while a slim split skirt
of the same colour, with the hem ending just above her knees completed the
amazing effect. Everything was going well thought Donna, the conversation was
flowing like the drinks, as laughter, punctuated by the clinking of glass,
drifted up into the sultry evening air. Tonight was important; it was much more
than a few friends celebrating in the garden.
It was an important night for another reason. Susan and Brittany were to be
intimate with each other for the first time, if they liked each other. Donna had
planned for them to slip away and spend the evening in Brittany's bedroom. Why
arrange it to happen during the middle of a party? Why not invite Susan over to
the house and then go out and leave them together? At the core of the matter was
Susan's anxiety that Brittany might not like her; she felt it would have been
awful if Brittany were left in the house alone with her, feeling she had to go
along with her wishes when she really didn't want to. This way she could back
out by giving her mother a discreet whisper of 'no thank you' and Donna could
have led her away. Naturally, it would be disappointing for Susan, but for her,
it was far better than the alternative.
"Why didn't you bring Amanda, Jean?" asked Donna turning back to the Stones.
"Well to tell you the truth Donna we thought it was a little late for her. Sally
Ellison, the girl from next door offered to baby-sit, so she's looking after her
for the evening."
She nodded at the respectfully dressed woman's words while secretly wishing it
were she who was looking after young Amanda.
"Just a little past her bed time." intoned David Stone solicitously as he looked
up at the tall woman. The smartly dressed, somewhat small man regarded her with
a peculiar wistfulness that one sometimes has for things that can't be obtained.
Donna didn't like him but forced herself to smile back sweetly.
"Umm... shame though. We're having fireworks later..."
"Mummy?"
Donna felt a tug on her skirt and looked down to see her daughter Brittany
smiling nervously at her. She was wearing a beautiful black crushed velvet
dress, white tights and brand new black Mary Janes. Her face was breathtakingly
beautiful with long golden hair framing her oval face, bright blue eyes and
round rosy cheeks. She was so proud of her lovely daughter, the prettiest
creature in the world for Donna, and the light of her eyes. Once again, she
mentally pinched herself when she thought of just how lucky she REALLY was.
"You look so pretty poppet" she smiled down at her. Brittany's eyes darted
pleadingly towards the ring of people by the pool, or to be precise the person
in the centre of the ring. Susan. "Okay, okay... We'll go see her. Come on
saucer eyes."
She took hold of her daughter's hand while smiling back at the Stone's. "Sorry,
will you excuse us. Brittany's been itching to see our famous newsgirl over
there." She nodded in her direction.
"Oh, of course. My, my you look a picture Brittany," gushed Jean. "You're so
lucky to have such a gorgeous daughter Donna."
She squeezed Brittany's hand and sang over her shoulders. "I know Jean, I know,
but you're lucky too", 'very lucky', she thought to herself as her mind raced
back to the passionate kiss her and the young girl had shared. With effort, she
switched her mind back to the present and led her daughter to the swimming pool.
Donna chuckled quietly as she saw Susan look up from her circle of admirers and
spy Brittany. The rest of the group were looking up at the blonde-haired woman
with a look of expectation as they waited for her to finish her sentence, but
she stopped talking when she glimpsed the approaching figures.
Her eyes widened for a moment then her heart began beating faster as she focused
on the approaching girl; she and Donna shared the same sentiments when it came
to fresh young beauties. Susan was struck by how delicate she looked compared
when she picked her up at school. She looked so young; far too young to be
getting up to the kind of things her and her mother were doing. With a start,
she realized her mouth was wide open, but luckily the rest of the group hadn't
noticed, they were also watching the approaching couple.
"Hi Donna. My, what a lovely girl you have." One dark haired woman called out.
There was a murmur of agreement and Donna smiled at their adoration, especially
from the women, as snatches of: "Oh isn't she gorgeous." "Isn't she lucky..." In
addition "Oh my, what an angel" came drifting over to her.
"Yes isn't she." Susan added under her breath, then 'Please let her want me' she
added in her thoughts.
Luckily, the feeling was mutual. Nobody else existed for Brittany except the
elegant blonde woman, who, thought Brittany, had to be the most stunning woman
she'd ever seen. Even more so than her mother, she thought looking up guiltily.
While Brittany had met Susan once before when she picked her up from school, it
was different then. She was dressed very casually and didn't look at all like
she did now. All Susan did was put her in front of the telly until it was time
to go home. Brittany found it amazing how a person could look so different, so
beautiful.
It seemed that Donna might have been reading her mind as she whispered into her
ear. "Yes she is lovely, isn't she?"
Embarrassed at her mother's powers of intuition she could only blush furiously
and nod.
"I take it the answer is yes then, you want to go with her?"
"Yes mummy." She said quietly without taking her eyes off Susan.
Donna murmured a quick "Very well" before standing up straight again and walking
the last few steps to the poolside.
"Hi everyone. Hope you're enjoying the party. Are the drinks coming round
enough?" She turned round and snapped her fingers at one of the waitresses. "Hey
Miss, this Ladies glass is empty. Are you trying to kill my guests with thirst?"
The flustered girl hurried over, she must have been about eighteen. The apology
written across her pretty face made Donna regret her brusqueness towards her.
"Sorry honey, it's not your fault." She said gently "When you go back, can you
tell the supervisor to see me please, I'd like a word with her."
"Yes Ma'am." She replied before going over to the fill the woman's empty glass.
"Sorry about that." She sighed. Then changing the tone she turned to a tall man
with a cigar in his mouth. "Lenny dear, how's that new project of yours coming
along?"
"Oh well, strange you should ask that Donna, I was just...." The conversation
quickly resumed and soon the night was full of the sound of laughter and
conversation. They were especially appreciative when Donna praised her
daughter's prowess at school; Brittany even managed a smile, which brought
smiles that are even more wistful and sighs from some of the party. Soon the
tall man asked Donna a question about some celebrity or other and the attention
switched away from Brittany who quickly turned away to search for Susan. She
didn't have far to look; the woman's eyes were looking straight into hers.
"Hello Brittany."
"Oh hi." She jumped.
"The others aren't taking any notice of us now. Let slip away and have a little
talk, I'm sure we won't be missed."
In fact she was right, Donna had skilfully steered the conversation onto further
interesting topics, giving her friend and her daughter the opportunity they were
waiting for.
"Let's try the gazebo, that should be quiet." Susan said quietly.
The gazebo was an old building set aside from the main part of the garden, and
was almost hidden in the dark shadows that spread out from the ancient oak tree.
They went in and sat down on a comfortably padded sofa with a view across the
rest of the lawns, it reminded Susan of an old English novel.
"Here we are, nice and private Brittany. Your Mum told me about this place."
"Yes, no one knows it's here."
They both beamed at each other, their smiles lighting each other's faces in the
evening light. They were silent for a moment, the sounds from the pool drifting
towards them as they listened to the other guests having a good time.
"You're very pretty Brittany. I thought you were when I first met you, but now
that I see like this I think you're the most beautiful creature that I've ever
seen."
Brittany didn't know how to answer that; her young mind was in a place beyond
what she could be expected to comprehend. She was lost for words in the presence
of the glamorous woman and could only look up at her with something approaching
awe. Susan was pleased at the effect she was having, she'd been worried she
might not like her, but looking into her sweet bashful eyes, she knew she
needn't have worried. Her confidence growing by the second she pressed forward
her advantage.
"You know why your Mum arranged this don't you Brittany?"
"Mmm." she nodded.
"She wanted us to see if we liked each other."
Brittany nodded again.
"Do you like me?"
"Yes." She replied shyly, turning away from the woman's glinting eyes.
Susan tossed her head back causing a shock of black hair to splash across her
bare shoulders. Most men would have given their hind teeth to be in the same
position, with arguably the most glamorous women on television; they wouldn't
have believed she was using her charms to impress a five-year-old girl. "Do you
think I'm pretty?" She pressed further.
"Ohh yes, very pretty." Brittney said as she turned her head to face her. "Mummy
said that we... that you want me to..." He voice trailed off not knowing how to
continue.
Susan felt a shiver of pure lust sweep through every pore of her body as she
realized her hopes were going to come true. She'd been attracted to girls ever
since she could remember; it was something only her best friend Donna knew
about. Now to be on the threshold of fulfilling the fantasy of a lifetime with
such a beautiful young creature was almost too good to be true.
"I'd like us to be friends Brittany. Like you and your mummy, but a bit
different of course. You only have one mummy, but I could be your special
girlfriend. If you think I'm pretty, perhaps you'd like to love me the way only
a very special girlfriend can?" she whispered seductively. Donna had prompted
her about using the word 'love' to help win her over, and it seemed to be
working.
Brittany nodded shyly and answered in a hushed voice. "OK."
Susan reached out and gently traced her finger over Brittney's lips, feeling
their warmth as she traced their gentle contours. She suddenly lifted the girl's
chin up with her hand so she could stare into her eyes. "You have such a lovely
mouth Brittany. So beautiful... so tempting... so delicious." She whispered
slowly. "Can I have it? Can I claim it for tonight my darling? Will you use it
to make me happy?"
Brittany gave a small nod as she blushed.
"Thank you darling, come here and kiss me, it's a long walk to the house I may
need this to keep me going." She winked.
It wasn't really, but Susan fancied a bit of smoochy 'snogging' with the girl
and it felt romantic in the secluded summerhouse. Besides, it would give her an
appetite, not that she really needed it, for the rest of the evening's exploits.
Just the slightest of shuffles to bring them closer, knee-to-knee, a bit more
rearranging to bring their faces together, then she was finally in her arms
sharing a passionate open-mouthed kiss. Susan sighed as she reamed the girl's
mouth; she tasted of soft peaches, of sweet summer fruit, of strawberries and
cream of...of... Oh god, just a sweet sexy girl. Dropping her hand to Brittney's
knee, she caressed her leg through the tights as she moved her hand up higher.
Lips melted into one to the accompaniment of soft sighs, their faces turned this
way and that as though seeking purchase upon the other. They shared a sensual
French kiss that lasted until both ran out of breath and had to come up for air.
Susan had never felt as alive as she did then, the night was beautiful, the wine
felt good and the kid was perfect.
"Shall we go darling? I want this more than you'll ever know."
Brittany nodded.
"Marvellous." She cooed. Walking quietly from the gazebo hand-in-hand, and
glancing round for any signs of unwanted company, they kept to the shadowy parts
of the garden until they finally reached the house. Susan bit her lip with
annoyance as she realized there were already people within, but felt reassured
when Brittany led her to a back door that went in through the kitchen. It
allowed them to slip in unnoticed, bypassing the hallway and led them up a
flight of stairs formerly used by live-in servants during the earlier half of
the last century. The steps were wooden and creaked as they made their way up,
but luckily nobody noticed now that the music was playing.
Brittany led the way across the landing, past her mother�s bedroom and into
hers, finally closing the door tightly behind them, they were alone at last.
"Have you a lock?" asked Susan as she ran her hands up the inside of the door,
searching for a way to ensure they wouldn't be disturbed.
"A key." Brittany said as she produced one from the bedside drawer.
"Clever girl." She laughed as Brittany slipped it into the lock and gave it a
turn. "Let's sit down!" They both took a seat on the small single bed then Susan
clasped the girl's hand and slid it over her stockings where she slowly
uncrossed her legs. She hesitated for a moment searching the girl's eyes, and
was pleased when she saw willingness there. With measured deliberation, she
guided Brittney's small hand between her legs to begin a slow and sensual
caress, running the palm up and down the panty covered groove and not loosing
eye contact for a moment. "Do you like that?"
Her voice sounded deep in the small room. Brittany nodded, feeling entrapped by
the woman's unwavering gaze. Suddenly lips were fastened onto hers in a fiery
open-mouthed kiss, the larger mouth swallowing her own, devouring and consuming
her as though nothing else mattered except this. It ended just as quickly, as
Susan pulled away, their lips parting in a loud plop.
"Did you like that too?" She breathed.
Brittney nodded again.
Susan frowned as a thought occurred to her. "Brittany, I think it might be an
idea to put some music on. If things start taking off in here we don't want
anyone getting nosey."
Brittany slid off the bed, then went to the door and unlocked it. Quickly
running down the hall to her mother's room, she grabbed a CD from the nightstand
where her mother's player was, and rushed back to her room, relocking the door.
The CD said 'Sounds of The Eighties" and Brittney put it into her player,
removing the one that she had in there already. As she turned the woman stripped
off her top, pulling it over her head in one deft movement and leaving only a
skimpy black bra to cover her firm breasts. Brittany turned round and walked
into her outstretched arms as Susan gathered her into a hug.
Gradually running her hands over the girl's white tights, Susan stroked and
caressed the smooth fabric, her fingers travelling upwards to her crotch. Then
her hand traced the outline of the girl's puffy lips before attempting to push
inside.
Brittany churned her hips as she felt the woman's experienced ministrations; she
luxuriated in the gentle caress, feeling her body begin to respond as she moaned
into her mouth. She moaned, but the sound was stifled as the woman caught her
tongue and sucked it inside, moaning steadily as her own excitement increased.
The kiss hadn't stopped for a second as Susan gently pushed the girl onto her
back and then climbed over her. She brought her hands up, cupped them on either
side of the young girl's wet cheeks and held her still as she fed on her mouth.
Brittany timidly reached up to clasp Susan's bare back, and felt the twisting
flesh of the older woman beneath her palms. Their tongues flickered against each
other's briefly, before Susan captured Brittany's once more and took it in her
mouth to suck on. She felt the woman's hands leave her face and she became aware
of her wriggling her lower body.
Her hips lifted from the bed as she fumbled beneath her dress and pulled. There
was a flurry of activity and a swishing of nylons as Susan's panties travelled
down her legs and hit the bedroom floor in a black lacy heap. "Oh honey, you
don't know how long I've waited for this." Lifting up her skirt, she walked on
her knees up Brittany's body until she was crouching over her face. "Look at me
Brittany. Look how wet you've made me." With a slow wicked smile, she reached
down and pulled her labia wide apart opening her pink gash to her.
Brittany gazed up at the lewd site, taking in the woman's glistening flesh, her
eyes widening with surprise as the woman stroked her clitoris, running her
finger down its shaft after pulling back its hood. It was larger than her
mother's was and looked like an engorged finger, and she could see it pulsing as
blood swelled its size even more.
Susan shifted forward further so her view was confined to her perineum and the
puckered opening of her anus. She reached behind and pulled the tight orifice
apart, and just as she'd done with her vagina, she let the kid see everything
she had in store for her. "I have a present in here for you, but I'll give it to
you later." Then she shifted back again.
Brittany looked up through the thatch of pubic hair and saw the woman staring
down at her with narrow eyed lust.
Susan gazed deeply into Brittany's eyes as her pussy hovered less than a foot
above her mouth. "It's all for you baby." she said as she descended onto
Brittany's still open mouth, causing her to let out a slightly muffled "Mpph!"
As soon as their lips touched, Susan's mind exploded into a thousand points of
light. Her eyes were seeing stars, literally. She had heard the expression
'seeing stars' before, but had never actually experienced it. Today would change
all that. The one thing she had longed for so long, the one thing that money
could never buy, was now buried under her pussy between her legs.
Once Susan had gotten over the initial shock, she blinked her eyes a few times,
shook her head, and then got down to the business of fulfilling a lifelong
dream. With her hands buried in Brittney's luscious curls, she started to slowly
slide her cunt up and down the five-year-old face below her. It was almost
impossible for her to make this last, and she felt like she would not be able to
fully appreciate the beautiful mouth that was doing things to her she thought
impossible. Even when she was with Donna, she never felt this good. With her
grip firming on the child's head, Susan started to slowly and deliberately rut
her pretty face. Rutting is really all it could be described as the woman was on
the verge of losing control. Up and down, side to side, in circles, she couldn't
get enough of that pretty little mouth.
As Susan continued to use the mouth of the child below her, she couldn't help
but close her eyes. It was just too much to bear, and she wanted to focus on the
pleasure. Her mind started to race with thoughts for the future. If Donna was
willing to share her precious little daughter with her, then this meant she
could experience this on a regular basis. What about her 'other' interests, she
wondered, would she be able to fulfil those desires on a regular basis as well?
Just thinking about using this five-year-old girl as a toilet started something
inside Susan. She felt it building, until finally she couldn't hold back
anymore. As the bedroom shook with a loud bang from a firework that exploded
outside, it drowned out the pale glow from the bedside light to illuminate the
sight of a woman bucking and straining over a young girl's mouth as the sensual
song on the CD player continued to play.
"... A new religion that'll bring her to your knees, black velvet if you
please..."
A moment later Brittney's head was lifted off the pillow by the woman's cradling
hands as she drew her face hard against her cunt. She could tell that Susan was
close, since her actions weren't unlike those of her mother. Things would become
more urgent, her moans would become louder, and the pressure on her face would
increase. All leading up to the inevitable conclusion where she would only be
along for the ride. Indeed, this wasn't really that much different from her
mother at all, although Susan seemed more excited this night. One other minor
difference was that Susan didn't seem to spray her mouth like her mother did,
but there were still copious amounts of love juice for her to consume. All of a
sudden, there was another bang from outside and then Susan let out a scream.
Fluids wept continually into her mouth as she held on for dear life.
After having the single biggest orgasm in her life, Susan was starting to become
dizzy. She had to stop, or she might have toppled right off the bed. With
careful movements, she slowly let down the head of young Brittney onto the
pillow below her, and then she carefully lifted off her face. Looking down she
saw the cum-soaked features of the child below her, some curls soaked with her
dew. Brushing aside some hair from the child's face, she leaned down for another
kiss. This one was unlike her previous kisses, which were passionate; this was
more of a gentle kiss. Once of reverence. One to show Brittney just how much she
loved her, and that she wanted to keep on loving her.
Meanwhile Donna was enjoying the party. Although she felt a tinge of jealously
at the site of Brittany and Susan slipping away together, she soon overcame that
after a few more drinks and when the firework display started she joined in with
the rest of the guests cry's of delight. It was easy to explain Susan's absence
from the party, she told them she'd had a phone call from her husband, and she'd
had to leave at once. The other revellers were in no mood to query it as the
drinks came round again. As for Brittany, well it was getting late so she'd had
to go back to the house; in fact, as she explained to her friends, she was in
bed right now. She wasn't lying of course, although she didn't add the whole
truth about what she was doing in bed and with whom. The thought made her bite
her lip as a surge of jealousy reasserted itself.
At one point during the party, she slipped away from her guests and crept to the
other end of the garden where she had a view of Brittany's bedroom window. She
could see a dim glow coming from within, and knew it came from her bedside
light. Her imagination took over as she pictured the things her and Susan would
be getting up to. She knew however, that they wouldn't be doing the one thing
she enjoyed the most, that would wait for when she got back, they'd arranged for
Donna to join in with them after the party was over, that was if everything had
gone well with Susan and Brittany, which it had.
Consequently, at the same time as enjoying herself with her friends, she was
secretly wishing the party would end. She returned to the sight of nearly all of
her colleagues from channel 15 jumping into the pool with their clothes on and
laughed as much as the others but when she was asked to jump in with them
herself she declined. At last it ended as the chauffeurs arrived to take them
home, with some very drunk people collapsing onto their backseats and calling
out it was the best party they'd ever been to. She waved her goodbyes to the
last of the stragglers and then made her way to the house. As she climbed the
stairs, she hoped the two lovers hadn't become too wrapped up with themselves;
after all, she didn't want to feel as though she was unwelcome. She reached the
landing and stopped, suddenly feeling nervous and unsure and not knowing what to
do next even though she knew she was been foolish.
In the meantime, Susan had been leaning over Brittany and breathily telling her
of the things she'd like to do later while dangling her breasts against her face
so she could suck on them. She'd had an earth shattering orgasm while sitting
over her face but that had only served to increase her appetite for more. "Did
you like what we did my pretty girl? You're good very with your tongue aren't
you Brittany?" She breathed huskily.
"Mmm." Came the reply as she chewed on a mouthful of breast.
"You have such a clever mouth to make me cum like that. Oh darling... nothing in
the whole world has turned me on as much as seeing and hearing you drink me down
as I came in that pretty little mouth of yours. You're such a clever, clever
girl to make me spill so much of my hot juice down your throat. I hope you have
plenty of room for more. I hope you're going to be nice and thirsty, hungry too,
I'm saving it all up for you Brittany darling, and I'm going to give you such a
big dinner to eat."
Susan's words formed a picture for Brittany, an image of what to expect when
they went to her Mum's bedroom and was the cause for her forced abstention from
dinner earlier that evening. The knowledge excited her, but was also daunting.
She was a natural submissive and adored the role allotted to her in her
relationship with her mother, that of a lover who's sole purpose in the bedroom
was to serve an older woman's whims and needs, and as dark as those needs were
she loved them; she was her mother's slave in every respect. Just then, she
heard footsteps on the stairs. Brittney pulled her mouth off Susan's breast.
"Mummy, is that you?" she called out, as she got up and ran to the door to
unlock it.
Donna realised she'd been holding her breath and let it out suddenly before
shouting back. "Yes honey it is. Everyone's gone home."
"She's been asking when you were going to come for the last hour." Shouted Susan
as she too rose from the bed and moved to the now opening door.
"Oh has she." Donna laughed feeling much better. "Well I'm here now honey, just
give me a minute and then you can join me in the bedroom, I'll call for you when
I'm ready, then we're really going to have some fun!"
CHAPTER 15
Donna headed for the bedroom with a flush warming her face aided in part by the
drinks from the party. She felt more excited now than ever and her doubts had
been dispersed as she peeled away her clothes in record time. She nearly tripped
as she swept her knickers down her legs and tried to kick them off. They became
snagged on her foot and she giggled and hopped around the room, her breasts
bouncing and smacking into each other until she managed to get the panties free.
"What's going on in there?" Shouted Susan.
"I'm inventing a new dance." called Donna as she stifled a laugh. "I'm ready."
She announced as she trod naked across the landing carpet and stood by her
bedroom door. A couple of moments later she saw a grinning Susan and Brittany
step out to meet her. While Susan's top was open, Brittany was still fully
dressed.
"My word I'm feeling a bit underdressed here. Brittany honey, go get undressed
in your room and hang up your dress. Actually, Susan, would you be a dear and
help her? While you're doing that I'll get a few more things ready in here."
"Of course." answered Susan as she took the child's hand and led her back to her
bedroom. Once there she opened the closet to find a hanger for the dress. "Take
off your shoes dear whilst I get a hanger for your dress."
Brittany quickly walked to her bed to sit down, where she began to peel the
shoes from her feet. They felt warm on the inside, since she had been wearing
them all night. Despite her encounter, Susan was so excited that she never
bothered to undress her. Mind you Susan didn't need to undress her to use her
mouth. With shoes off, she stood up as she saw Susan approaching her with a
hanger.
Tossing the hanger on the bed, Susan announced, "OK, turn around and arms up
young lady." Quickly pulling down the zip on the back, she lifted the dress off
the five-year-old and then grabbed the hanger and hung it neatly in the closet.
Moving back to the young girl, she lifted off her camisole and tossed it on the
bed. Leaning down she pushed Brittney back on the bed so she could get her
tights off. When she lifted the young girl's feet, she could see an impression
of her foot on the sole of her tights. Much like you would see if you stepped in
water and walked barefoot on the ground. It was so very cute how her toes formed
a perfect little line. Pulling a foot to her face, she took a quick inhale, as
Brittney let out a series of giggles. "Alright, that's enough now, let's get you
undressed." she announced as she briskly pulled her tights and panties off in
one swift motion, leaving them too in a heap on her bed. With the young girl
naked, Susan made quick work of shucking her clothes. Since the top of her dress
was already open, she only needed to push it off her body, along with her
already opened bra, and she was naked within seconds.
Brittney sat and stared in awe of the beautiful woman in front of her. While she
thought her mother was pretty, Susan's body had a certain quality that she
couldn't help but feel drawn too. She was shaken out of her reverie when she
felt Susan take her hand and pull her towards the master bedroom.
"Enjoyed your drinks?" Susan called out as they came down the hall.
"Uh huh. Enjoyed my daughter?" countered Donna with a twinkle as she met them at
the door.
"Oh yes."
"I see... How have you been sweetie?" Donna asked looked down at Brittany.
"Oooh lovely." Cooed the girl, wrapping her arms around Susan's waist.
"Umm I see Madam; you sound like the cat that's had the cream."
"She has" winked Susan suggestively "Lots."
Donna raised an eyebrow at that and held out her hand for Brittany who took it.
Hand in hand, the trio walked through into Donna's bedroom with Brittany in the
middle. The room was dominated by a large double bed with crisp white sheets
folded back in seductive invitation. A soft glow lit the tasteful d�cor and wall
lights shed a mellow light over the plush furnishings and thick sweeping drapes.
The two women seated themselves on the edge of the mattress with the girl
sitting between them. "So you had a good time did you Brittany?" asked Donna
airily, running her hands over the girl's breasts and pinching her nipples.
"Well...I think it's time for you to show me how much you still love me, after
all Susan is very beautiful, and I don't suppose I'd blame you for wanting her
more than me, after all..."
"Oh you know I love you mummy!" burst Brittany.
"I'm feeling seriously deprived tonight and I need reassuring, I need a good
servicing dear and I'd like you to get on your knees and provide it."
Susan couldn't help smiling to herself as she watched the by-play between mother
and daughter, she thought Donna aught to get an Oscar for playing the part of
the unloved mother so well. She caught Donna's eye as Brittany crawled onto her
knees, to which she smiled back knowingly and stuck her tongue out as she read
her thoughts. Susan pulled a face back in return and whispered, "ham", which
Donna ignored and continued.
"Are you sure you want to do this honey?" she sniffed, "I mean I wouldn't want
you to think I was forcing you or anything."
Her actions gave the lie to her words as she opened her legs wide and hauled the
girl's face in-between. Brittany licked between them, sending her tongue along
the pink groove with her mothers curly hairs tickling her chin. She felt a
pressure on the back of her head and in response to the unspoken demand
stiffened her tongue and pressed deeper into the soaking cunt. She was fast
becoming an expert, and had been well schooled in the arts of oral sex. Pulling
back the hood that guarded the clitoris she skilfully flicked and teased it with
the tip of her tongue, then over the next few minutes flicked at it from side to
side and from top to bottom as the sounds of laboured breathing changed to
frenzied gasps from the woman above her.
Susan moved to the bed, and sitting down, lay back and rested on her elbows as
she watched and listened to the sounds of lovemaking. Finally, they both joined
her on the bed where they could be more comfortable. Over the next half hour,
she saw Brittany bring her mother to orgasm twice, her heart racing as Donna
rode out waves of surging ecstasy like a surfer riding the tips. During this
time Susan and Donna were exploring each other's mouths as the young girl made
her mother feel so very loved.
Finally, Donna laid back spent for the time being as Susan took her place to
have Brittany crawl between her legs and eat her out too. This time it was hard
work, her tongue and jaw ached from the constant licking she'd been giving most
of the evening. Unfortunately, she had no choice but to carry on working as
there was no sign of the horny woman releasing her grip. Her thighs gripped the
side of her face as she squeezed them shut and thrust her pelvis of the bed
while her cries became even more desperate as she groaned sobbed and whimpered
her way towards an orgasm. "Yes! Keep at it! Oh god... Nggh... Oh Ohhh! Suck me
Brittany! Come on! Come on!" She demanded.
She looked down at the vision of the girl; she was such a tiny little with her
long golden hair falling over her shoulders. The top of her constantly bobbing
head was the only part of her visible from where a forest of curling pubic hair
hid her face. She used her lips like a vice to hold the large clitoris still,
and then she alternatively sucked and flicked it with the pointed tip of her
tongue. The effect of the sudden change of tactics was devastating; Susan went
crazy; she screamed and crossed her legs over the girls back, while her hands
nearly pulled out the poor girl's hair. "Ohhh! Ohhh! Brittany! Brittany!
Brittany! How do you... Fuck yesss!!! Drink me! I'm creaming your mouth. Drink
everything... now! Now! Drink my cum! Ohhh..."
Susan thrashed and wriggled like a stranded eel as she slammed her hips back and
forth, spewing out her orgasm into Brittany's throat. After what seemed an
eternity to the girl she let out a loud sigh as the spasms calmed down, and then
sank back onto the mattress drained and replete soon to be joined by Brittany
who fell back gasping for breath after her exertions between her thighs. A sheen
of perspiration covered Susan's elegant body, her shiny blonde hair lay damp
across her shoulders as her breasts rose and fell in time to her laboured
breathing. "Wow! That was the best. Phew!" she gasped blowing a gust of air from
between her lips and sending her fringe blowing in the wind.
Donna felt sudden warmth towards her friend. After all the years she'd known
Susan she'd harboured secret desires for young children, she felt so happy that
she'd been able to make her friend's dreams come true. She felt nothing but
affection for her, maybe even love; it just felt so right to be sharing this
with her. She reached over, giving her hand a gentle squeeze as she smiled into
her eyes to have it returned with a look of sheer bliss. Brittany read the
tenderness in their faces and felt contented as she lay between them and turned
and kissed one of her pale pear shaped breasts.
"I've wanted this for as long as I can care to remember." Susan sighed, guiding
Brittany's mouth to her nipple. "It's difficult enough keeping me and your
mother's wonderful games a secret, but if anyone got to find out about all of
this..." She gestured to the two of them.
"It's okay they won't" Donna reassured her. "We're all very careful aren't we
Brittany? It's okay, don't pull your head back to answer me, just keep sucking
on Susan. Yes like that..." Mouthfuls of soft pliant flesh filled her mouth as
she went from one breast to another and one woman to another, sucking and
munching on the sloping curves and hard pink nipples as they spoke of their
feelings for each other and for her. Then they were silent for a while and the
only sound in the room was the sound of Brittany's gentle suckling.
"It's time to be wicked." Said Donna suddenly. "It's time for Mum to be Miss
Bossy Boots."
Brittany continued lapping at her mother's flesh.
"But you like that...don't you?"
Still Brittany didn't answer.
"DON'T YOU?" She insisted pulling Brittany's mouth from her glistening mammary
with a plop.
"Mmm."
"What do you say to us getting nasty and dirty with you?"
Brittany considered the question for a moment. "I think you should give me more
toys."
Donna's face froze for a moment, totally taken by surprise by the girl's canny
answer and then she burst out laughing with Susan joining in. For a while both
women were helpless with laughter as Brittany looked from one to another of
them, secretly pleased that she'd been able to say something so funny.
"She's inherited her mother's business acumen." Laughed Susan. "Maybe she has a
case, even though it might seem like cupboard love."
"Hmm," mused Donna "Well it it's cupboard love then... here Brittany."
Donna lay back on the bed and brought her knees back over her shoulder to have
her rounded arse pointing up at the ceiling.
"You can put your mouth over this cupboard and see what comes out!" It was
obvious to Susan that this wasn't the first time mother and daughter had
performed this particular manoeuvre as Brittany moved over to kneel before her
and press her lips against her wrinkled rosebud to form a tight seal.
Phhttttt!!!
"Yeah take it lover," sighed Donna as she let loose a loud fart that blew her
cheeks out.
Phhhtttttt!!! "Swallow it"
Phhhtttttttttttt "Drink my farts you little slut!"
Phhhhhhhhhtttttttt "And again, take it down, you're gonna get the real thing
soon. You're gonna eat shit till it comes out of your ears"
Brittany moaned between her mother's cheeks as another blast, this one loose and
smelly, splattered down her throat. Susan stood up from the bed with her hand
plunging between her thighs as though a surge of electric had just hit her.
"Donna honey... I'm ready to go... you know... can I do it now? I don't know how
much longer I can hold it."
"You're the guest here," smiled Donna, "of course." Then she turned to Brittany.
"Go bring your panties and ribbons love, let's make you look nice and pretty for
you to say hello to Susan's bottom."
"What ribbons?" asked Susan raising her eyebrow.
"You'll see; my daughter's going to look like a wet dream in a second."
"Here you are Mum." Quipped Brittany, as she handed her mother two shiny pink
ribbons as she pulled on a pair of panties."
"That won't be difficult darling with your young looks." She laughed, tossing
her head back so that her long dark hair fell over her shoulders. "You're going
to look stunning darling."
"Mummy?" Brittney said with anxiety.
Donna's face showed concern as she responded, "Yes dear?"
"I've never had anyone else do a poo in my mouth." Donna knelt down next to her
and draped her arms over her slim shoulders as she kissed her on the lips.
"Just do your best darling. It's Susan's first time too, so you're both bound to
be a little nervous with each other. Just open your mouth and eat whatever comes
out of her bottom. It will just be Susan tonight. I would never want to break my
beautiful little toilet now would I? Like I said, just do you're very best and
eat it all. Now just hold still a moment while I tie this... that's it now the
other one... Marvellous! Show Susan how pretty you look." Susan whistled at the
effect Donna had created; Brittany's golden hair was tied into two pigtails,
each one tied with the bright pink ribbons to match her pink panties, but more
importantly the effect served to make her look even younger.
"Oh baby, you're just too much. My my, what a pretty little girl you are."
"Well honey, it's finally going to happen for you." Donna smiled "After all the
years you've fantasised about having a girl as your toilet, you're about to do
it for real, it's quite a moment."
"I know darling, thank you." She gushed.
Brittany strode over to the black rubber mat, and then laid it on as she'd done
so many times before.
"I'm afraid I don't have much pee for you darling, I wasn't thinking and I went
to the loo just before you and your mother came to greet me."
"That's OK." Brittany replied, knowing how full she would be at the end anyway.
Moving to stand over the five-year-old, Susan slowly sank down to her knees, and
then reached down with one hand to lift up the young girl's head. "You'll have
to help me dear; I've never done this before. Once I start you make sure to get
it all OK?"
Brittany nodded.
It took some concentration, but soon a trickle of urine could be seen leaking
from Susan's cunt.
Just as the stream began to flow, Brittany moved her head in to seal her lips
around the piss hole so she wouldn't get drenched.
While Brittany drank Donna's piss every day, this was the first time she'd seen
it from the point of view of a bystander. She found the site of the stunning
blonde crouching over her daughter's face and spraying a torrent of pee into her
mouth too erotic for words. The girl's noisy gulping rang around the bedroom as
her throat struggled to take it all down, with some of the piss trickling from
her mouth as it overwhelmed her. Susan hadn't yet mastered titrating the flow of
her urine to match the ability of the five-year-old below her to swallow it, but
she would in time. She would make sure to give her lots of opportunities to
practice.
The overflow actually suited Brittney just fine, since the more that overflowed
her mouth, meant less for her to swallow. Gradually the flow died down and then
it became a steady trickle. Brittany eyes searched Susan's in a silent plea, but
she hadn't finished yet. As the flow diminished, she stayed on the girl's mouth
making sure she didn't waste a drop. With her first wish complete, it was time
to fulfil her ultimate life-long dream. "Are you ready to be my potty Brittany?"
The young girl nodded meekly. "Should I stay on my back?" She asked.
"No angel, just kneel down behind me" She answered, her hands stroking her
middle as she felt the need to relieve herself.
Brittany did as she was told and knelt down on the mat following Susan with
expectant eyes as she walked over and stood with her back to her. The woman's
pale domes captured her gaze as she bent at the knees adopting a posture that
spoke clearly of her intentions. She pushed her buttocks to within an inch of
her face and then reached behind to divide the two round moons.
"Open your mouth sweetie, I thought this was going to be difficult but it isn't,
it's on the move already. Put your mouth against my dirty hole and make a seal
so the shit goes straight between your lips."
Brittany made a noise in her throat, which could have been nerves. Despite her
attempts to appear normal, she was still worried about eating from someone else.
She whimpered as she pressed her face in-between the dark cleft and covered the
brown wrinkled anus with her mouth. No sooner had she done so than a loud fart
filled her, and a huge sausage of shit slid passed the pulsing ring and pushed
itself between her lips like a flow of molten lava. She felt the soft black lump
filling her mouth, forcing her cheeks out until they hurt.
"No more Susan!" Donna called out urgently.
Susan's ring 'bit' the clod off, leaving the girl with a packed mouth and a
bitter task ahead of her as she sat back on her heels. It tasted of what her
mother would call 'nasty delicious', foul and bitter to the extreme of her
senses, that and the knowledge of who it was coming from. To be used so wantonly
by a beautiful woman as she performed the basest act of nature, listening to her
grunting and straining into your mouth, was just beyond belief.
Spinning around, Susan turned to look at the child who now had a mouthful of her
shit. Her eyes were wide with wonder as she knelt down with her face on a level
with Brittany's. "Hold it just there darling. Just savour its flavour for a
minute." Susan's hand travelled down to her sopping pussy and she watched the
five-year-old girl struggle as her stomach heaved viciously knowing what was
about to come. She couldn't help but be fascinated that the young girl could
even attempt to do such a thing. How Donna was able to train her like this was
nothing short of a miracle. "Now chew for me darling... Yes that's it... now
munch on it and let it break in your mouth. Show me how much you love me."
She did as she was told, no easy task when your mouth is full. The taste
exploded like an atom bomb releasing flavours so nauseating they can only be
imagined at as the clods began to break off into chewable lumps. Her stomach
heaved violently as it always did, vainly attempting to reject the meal that
would be forced upon it. The first swallow was always the hardest. Getting past
the mental block and forcing the body to swallow what it wanted to reject never
came easy. Once that first swallow was complete, the next one became a bit
easier, as did the next. In this case, Susan had put more shit in her mouth than
her mother ever did, and she had trouble getting started since if she tried to
chew it forced the foul meal out of her mouth. She managed though, by using her
tongue to start pulling small bits back to be swallowed. Once she had taken
enough into her stomach, she was able to keep her mouth closed as she chewed.
"Oh Brittany, I love to see you eating my shit." Susan gasped in a strangled
voice. "How I've wanted to have a girl do this for me... For so many years, I've
dreamt of this." Overcome with emotion, Susan was actually crying at the sight
before her. It was such a dream come true she couldn't help but be overjoyed at
the efforts of the five-year-old girl in front of her. "That's good... Ohhh yes,
swallow it... take it down, take it down darling, right into your belly." she
said as she reached out and gently caressed the side of the young girl's face
and looked deeply into her eyes. She watched as little by little as Brittney
chewed and swallowed the disgusting mass in her mouth, until it was empty and
she was gasping for breath.
"Give her some more Sue love, but take it slow this time. Nice small bites.
Enjoy watching her eat each bit. Tease her with a little bit at a time. Make her
learn to love your shit. I know she loves it, she eats mine often enough, the
beautiful little slut girl. But take your time and enjoy it, this is your dream
remember?" So she babbled; her vision of Brittany's mouth being filled with
another woman's shit made her voice almost incoherent with lust as she gabbled
out her urgings.
Brittany looked up with open-mouthed shock, bewitched once more by a backside
being jostled into her face as her mother's hand on the back of her head pushed
her face forward. She felt the brown rosebud tremble against her lips and then
part to emit a soft fart that whistled down her throat to be suddenly followed
by another small loaf. It stank and it tasted foul, but by now, Brittany was a
shit slave. Before then she was only her mother's toilet, but after today any
female who cared to claim her mouth would have it, and as she chewed and
swallowed mouthfuls of steaming shit she realized she'd never be able to escape
it. She whimpered as she ate; listening to the sound of Susan's moans of ecstasy
and seeing her narrowed eye's staring back at her as she chewed.
"Oh my darling... Yes, I have more... don't you stop eating, don't you dare
stop!" she gasped. She repeated her earlier stance and cast a glance over her
shoulder but frowned in annoyance when a lock of stray black hair fell in front
of her eye. She swept it aside to clear her view and at the same time thrust a
face full of bare arse flesh against her mouth. The act seemed lewd and
calculating, especially as she knew the state she was in back there. Four more
small stools were expelled form her arse and each time Brittany's jaws ground
themselves together to break them down, chewing and swallowing, she didn't waste
a bite; she ate the whole lot. Everything.
A huge grin split Susan's face as she watched Brittany clean out the last morsel
of shit from her dripping arsehole. "Wow! You've emptied me. I can't believe it
darling; you've eaten the lot. Wow!" She whooped.
From behind her Donna smiled and playfully ruffled her daughter's hair as she
stooped down to congratulate her. "You clever girl! You never cease to amaze me.
I'm so proud of you love. How I would love to give you my shit as well, but I
know how full you are right now, and I would never want to hurt my darling
little toilet, you know that right?" After a pause she continued, "Now be a good
girl and lick Susan clean."
Brittany was starting to feel what she felt every time her mother took a dump in
her mouth. The waves of nausea started to roll her, and her eyes started to look
lost. However, she complied with her mother's request and cleaned the rosebud
that was still in front of her.
Seeing that Brittany had done a decent job cleaning Susan's ass, she said, "Up
you go! Time to get you into bed so you can digest your meal in peace."
"What?!" Susan asked incredulously, unsure if she heard correctly. "You mean she
doesn't spit it back up?"
"Of course not, she loves her mummy, don't you sweetheart?"
Brittany nodded meekly.
"Besides, I give her an adult Gravol suppository, which takes away her urge, and
makes her sleep. By the time she wakes up her tummy is empty."
Susan doubled over on the floor in a spontaneous orgasm, letting out a painful
cry. Not only had she fulfilled her ultimate dream, now Donna told her that the
darling child actually digested her stinking crap. Her body continued to
involuntarily twitch as it all sunk in and she came down from her high.
"Are you OK there dear?" Donna asked with some concern.
"Yes, I'm... Oh my. Donna I don't know what to say. I just don't know what to
say. How does she ever manage?"
"In the beginning I had to make sure she wouldn't spit up by sitting on her face
until she fell asleep, but she's used to it now. So long as I get the Gravol in
her right away she seems to be OK."
"How often... you know, how often does she do it?"
"Once a week right now, I hope to try for twice a week in the summer. While
doing it daily does have it's appeal, it's far more erotic to me to know that
she actually digests it, rather than to just brown her mouth and have her spit
it back up right after. Not to mention I would think the stomach acid coming
back up could do her harm as well."
"Donna, I don't say this very often, especially to you, but you surprised me
tonight. You surprised me, and that my dear is a magnificent thing."
Reaching out her hand, Donna helped her friend up off the floor as they left the
little girl to soak in Susan's love.
CHAPTER 16
Donna looked down at the sleeping girl beside her in the large comfortable bed
they shared. Long strands of sweetly scented hair kissed her cheeks and spread
out across the pillow as she enjoyed a happy dream, the shadow of a smile
playing across her lips the only clue. Her mother yawned and looked over at the
clock. It read seven thirty of the last morning they would spend together for
two whole weeks. After the party, and her time with Brittney, Donna had asked
Susan to take Brittney with her for two weeks while Susan went to France. She
was going to be taking care of Amanda for two weeks while their parents were
away on holiday, and while it would have been no imposition to have both
children in the house, she wanted some time with Amanda alone. Besides, given
how Susan felt, Donna felt that she would enjoy exploring her passions further.
Donna not only loved her daughter, she was in love with her. A subtle difference
in a sentence, which made a world of difference to the kind of relationship they
had together. They had been lovers for the last three months, a fact shared by
only one other person, Donna's best friend Susan. It was Susan who had joined
them for a memorable 'm�nage � trois', which had lasted throughout the night. In
five hours, she would be here again, but not to stay this time. No, she would be
taking Brittany away from her. Two weeks!!!... How on earth could she survive,
what an awful prospect to be away from her darling little girl for so long. She
sighed and stroked the child's ears with gentle fingers. It would do no good at
all feeling sorry for herself.
"Mummy, are you awake?" The first rays of early morning light were beginning to
filter through the blinds casting a sea of faint tiger stripes over the two
lovers. Donna lay on her side facing her daughter as her eyelids flickered open
and cast a bleary glance over the bedroom. It looked so romantic with its
delicate shades of pink, its pastel walls and sweeping silk curtains now tied
back by Brittany to let in the morning.
"Mmm... yes I must have closed my eyes again. How are you? Did you sleep well?"
"Yes... not bad. Is it a long way to France?" She chirped.
Donna gave an inward smile. Brittany was referring to her stay with the
enigmatic Ellen. Susan would have been delighted to have Brittany for the entire
two weeks, but unfortunately, she'd landed a special assignment that would cut
into the time she could spend with the precious girl. However, all wasn't lost,
as Susan had offered to take Brittany to a friend of hers. Ellen, her friend,
was an English woman; a painter who'd been living in the South of France for the
last three years since the divorce of her husband, and Susan thought she and
Brittany might become friends. Donna bent down to give her little lover a chaste
kiss on the cheek before she answered her question.
"Not that far love."
"Will we be going in Susan's car?"
"Yes dear. Susan's taking you there."
"If she drives very fast will we get there quicker?"
"I hope she doesn't drive fast darling, and I'm sure she won't. I want you to
get there safely and in one piece rather than go to quickly and have a crash."
"If it isn't very far, why will it take two days?"
"Because you're going to be staying the night in a motel with her. Isn't that
what you want? You keep telling me how much you like Susan."
"I do like her Mummy; she's a pretty lady but not as pretty as you." Brittany's
hands now rested on her mother's breasts while her fingers absentmindedly
stroked the hardening nipples. Donna sighed luxuriously; aroused at the contact
she flexed like a cat and thrust her breasts upwards for continued attention
before leaning forward and kissing her wetly on the lips "Oh my darling."
"Mummy?"
"Yes honey."
"When we go to France, how will I know what they're saying?"
"They won't all just speak French, some of them speak English as well... and
besides Ellen understands and speaks French, so she can tell you what they're
saying."
"Will Ellen like me?"
"Ellen will have to like you. How couldn't she? You're the prettiest, most
scrumptious little girl in the whole world."
Brittany giggled. "Am I really?"
"Of course it's true. If Mummy says it's true it has to be, you're absolutely
delicious, and that's official!"
"Will she be my friend like Susan is?"
There was a pregnant pause as Donna decided how to answer this loaded question.
"Hmm. you mean just like Susan is? I don't know Brittany, I really don't. Ellen
is Susan's friend, but even Susan doesn't know her that well. She's a very
mysterious woman our Ellen, so who knows? She once had a younger girlfriend for
a while, but she wasn't as young as you, that was over two years ago, just after
her husband left."
A waft of cool air swept past Brittany's face as the white linen bed sheets were
thrown back and Donna clambered up the bed to swing her knees on either side of
her daughter's head. Brittany let out a quiet sigh as she felt the soft kiss of
her mother's thighs against her cheeks and the downy fuzz of her pubes nestling
against her chin. "Here, let's do it properly," mumbled Donna tetchily as she
climbed back over the bed. "We need my pillow for this; yours doesn't raise your
head up enough for me to feel I'm connecting..."
One hand lifted up her head while the other slid the pillow beneath it to raise
her up. Then the slightest of shuffles and a shifting of weight was enough to
bring her eager vagina within kissing distance of Brittany's lips, except she
didn't. Not yet anyway - she paused to look instead. To memorise every
glistening fold and the way her mother's fingers pulled back the hood to reveal
the hard finger of flesh which even now stood to attention.
"Darling..." she said with a hint of impatience in her voice, "you like looking
huh? Pretty little pussy isn't it? Yesss... You know it is, don't you? It's the
cutest pussy cunt in the entire world and it's all for you... all for you, honey
pie. Don't you just love it? You're in love with mummy's pretty puss aren't you?
"Yes." Brittney quietly replied.
"AREN'T YOU?"
"Yes." she replied in a louder voice.
"Yes what?"
"Yes Mummy."
"Say you want to suck my cunt. Tell Mummy you want to suck her cunt. Say 'Mummy
I want to love your pussy.' Say that to me Brittany!"
"Mummy...." She whispered.
"Louder darling, louder!"
"Mummy I want to love to your pussy!"
"Very good... I'm very glad you want to drink it all up, 'cause here it is!"
With that, she squished herself down onto Brittany's face with a dreamy sigh.
Brittany opened her mouth and curved her tongue upwards until it touched and
then stroked the hard nodule of flesh that was fast becoming an old friend. Her
reward came instantly in the form of a loud moan from up above.
"DARLING, YES!" Donna moaned loudly. There can't have been many girls this young
trained to such perfection in oral servitude, but if there were, then Brittany
would have been the best.
Brittany knew it would be the last time for them before she had to leave for
France, and knowing this she gave everything she had. Every ounce of effort and
every gram of knowledge were expended into the task of pleasuring the woman
above her. It paid off.
Donna was on the receiving end of the best servicing she had ever experienced.
They say nothing lasts forever, but it seemed to for Donna as she rode out one
peak and then began another, crying, screaming and bouncing against Brittany's
mouth and chin. At one point she began rutting her sopping cunt up and down the
girl's face from chin to forehead, groaning, churning and smearing until
Brittany's skin shone a wet pink. Then it was back onto her lips for some fast,
hard fucking, brimming her with cream so that it escaped from the corners of her
mouth and ran down her neck in milky rivulets. It was a wild session that left
them both exhausted, Donna especially. 'Too much pleasure can be harmful to the
health' she thought fleetingly as she snuggled her war torn body against
Brittany, and pulled up the bed sheet to drift back into sleep. Sleep was
impossible though.
She waited a few minutes at the most, and then climbed up Brittany's body and
sat on her surprised and gasping face. With the headboard clattering against the
wall and the mattress singing, she rode the child to a climax, and then rested
apparently spent, but then moved up again to resume fucking the girl's tired
mouth. The same pattern was set for the rest of the night until eventually both
could stand no more, and lay back exhausted to sleep.
Donna woke some time later to the sound of the toilet lid being clunked down and
the loo flushing. The very sound brought stirrings within her bowels and bladder
and she grimaced as they gave a familiar churn. A lazy kick from her elegant leg
sent the covers flying over the side of the bed as Donna got up to head for the
bathroom.
"Hi mummy."
"Mmm hi darling", she sighed dreamily.
"You were wonderful this morning . . . just out of this world."
"I wanted it to be good for you Mummy," she smiled, blushing all the way across
her lovely face. "Because I'm going away and it's the last time I can make you
love me."
Love shone from Donna's face as she smiled into Brittany's eyes. Mmm... Yes...
the last time. The last time to make her feel good. Well she'd done that all
right. Her innards gave a low growl of protest that even Brittany might be able
to hear, and just then, Donna thought of another indulgence, her favourite as it
happened. After all she reasoned, even though it was only three nights since, it
would be some time before they could do it again. She bent down and brought her
lips to Brittany's in an open mouthed kiss that lasted long enough for her
nipples to rise up from her breasts.
"Mmm... Oh Brittany my dear?" She sighed before skipping her lips across her
face from cheek to ear in a smattering of soft wet kisses. She nibbled the lobe
of an ear for a moment as amidst a fit of quiet giggles from Brittany, she made
a funnel with her hand to whisper in her ear. "I need your mouth for a special
potty."
Brittany gasped in surprise, momentarily caught off guard by the obscene demand,
and seeing amusement in her mother's face, she rallied quickly, trying to gain
the upper hand with a cheeky retort that would go some way to restoring her loss
of face.
"Sorry, not hungry today mummy." She tittered with twinkling eyes and a face
made for mischief.
Donna stared at her through narrowed eyes with enough chagrin in her face to
make Brittany clasp a hand over her mouth. "Sorry? I'll give you sorry young
lady." She said, pretending to be angry, but not fooling Brittany in the
slightest. "Have you ever heard of force feeding?" She continued, not waiting
for an answer, "It's what they do to naughty people who won't eat their dinners;
they force them to eat it through a nasty tube." She stared at her daughter's
cheeky face for a moment and imagined the bizarre scenario, and then burst out
laughing, a moment later Brittany followed suit and fell into Donna's arms.
"Oh Mummy, you know I will. I love you! I know how much you like it. I'll be
your toilet if you want; I'll always eat your love!"
"You're gonna come quietly then?" She drawled in a corny voice from a corner of
her mouth.
"Yes mummy."
Donna smiled smugly as she took her by the hand and led her into the bathroom,
where she seated the child in the bath and climbed in after her. Since she
needed a shower anyway, this would suit her instead of needing to drag out the
mat. She turned to face her daughter, and went into a squat over her head. She
was angling her self into position when she stopped to notice Brittany looking
up at her with a puzzled expression.
"Mum if you force-fed me, how would you make me drink? Would you pee in a bottle
and give it to me like medicine?"
Donna had just relaxed her vagina sending a few stray drops of pee pattering
down onto Brittany's face, but then when she began to speak she gritted her
teeth to rein herself back. However, the effect of her daughter's hilarious
question caused her to shake with laughter sending pee bursting out of her in
all directions like a spinning water canon. Cursing and laughing she squatted
down lower and managed to control her aim a little, but not the intensity, so
that it hit the back of Brittany's throat as she tried to drink it, and then
foamed back out of her mouth and down her neck. Donna's breasts fell and bounced
into each other like a pair of tipsy revellers, as overwhelmed by another spate
of giggles began by the spectacle of Brittany's struggles, she lost all sense of
aim, and a cloudburst of golden rain completely soaked Brittany's hair and
gasping features. It all came to an end when there was nothing left to give the
poor girl.
Luckily, she saw the funny side too and joined her mother as she broke out into
peals of delighted laughter.
Donna by now completely helpless, scrambled down into the bottom of the bath
pulling Brittany with her in a tangle of arms, legs, breasts and laughing
kissing mouths. In time, the chortles merged into sporadic titters, and
eventually died down until a hush of calm settled over the white tiled room as
they lay making love to each other with just their eyes. "I'll never be able to
get enough of you," Donna whispered in a voice brimming over with love and
emotion, "not even if I live a thousand life times. You're just perfect." Then
she sighed, hauled herself up from the bottom of the wet bath, and took a
familiar stance as she bent over to rest her hands on her knees and present
Brittany with her waiting buttocks. Looking down past her shoulders, she gave an
almost imperceptible lift of her eyebrows, a silent question to the seated child
who nodded briefly and then slid down behind her, open mouthed and ready. "Push
your tongue up inside me," she said her voice rushing out in a hungry gasp. "I
want you to taste it as it slides into your mouth."
Brittany slid her tongue between the chubby cheeks, and felt the flesh give way
to her as she entered the canyon in-between. As soon as she felt Brittany's warm
face pressing into her crease, Donna pushed back, wanting to feel her tongue
buried inside her ass. She wasn't disappointed when she felt it wriggle around
inside the dark sensitive flesh of her anus, knowing she was tasting the tart
musky flavour of her bowel secretions.
Brittany felt the walls of the anus give a pulse as a waft of gas discharged
from within. She tasted it before it entered her mouth, its texture a cloying
wetness and a taste of things to come. It came almost immediately this time. The
anal ring suddenly expanded, and pushed outwards in the form of a small fleshy
cone and from within a soft, bloated mass emerged that pushed her tongue back
into her mouth. As always, the taste was utterly horrid, so bitter and foul it
defied description. It exploded its filth, filling her oral cavity as her
stomach began to heave instinctively.
As usual, Donna shook with excitement with the knowledge of what she was doing.
The vileness of the act she was perpetrating on a child not even six years old -
making her eat her shit - made her reach her hand between her thighs and play
with herself unashamedly. She listened to the noises below her, the chomping,
retching, heaving and the unmistakable sound of swallows. She knew Brittany had
eaten her first mouthful of her. There was more to come as she grunted again,
and sent the next item down the production line. She moaned knowing she was
raping her child's mouth with her shit.
The flavour was always too robust for Brittany's taste buds. Tears ran down her
cheeks as she chewed and swallowed each clump into her stomach, only to be
followed by replacements that kept sliding out of her mother's rectum and into
her mouth. It was at this point when she lost all sense of time and place. After
she swallowed her first mouthful, she would lose count at how many more she
would be forced to consume. That thought didn't matter to her as she fought to
control her stomach's urge to resist what she was swallowing. This part never
changed. Her stomach would always resist, no matter what. For Brittany it was a
battle that she had learned how to win, and she did not lose it on this day.
With each passing mouthful, her stomach would rebel less and less, until at the
end when it could barely let out a whimper at the faeces that strained its
capacity. It was defeated, waving the white flag, as it gave in to the will of
the young girl that continued to pack it full of her mother's shit.
With a final 'phut' from the caked-up rosebud, a fine spray of ordure shot out
to speckle her daughter's lips in a fine brown mist of stinking cack; the final
salvo that signalled an end to the bizarre orgy. Donna fell into the bath
masturbating. Glassy eyed and slack jawed she lay slumped as she stared at
Brittany's shit covered face, each movement of her jaw as she chewed and
swallowed the final remains was watched and celebrated with a litany of hungry
moans as she came.
Breakfast had been served.
CHAPTER 17
Ellen Peters was forty-six, single and bored.
Blessed - some would have thought - with an idyllic life, she lived in a
beautiful villa on a quiet sunlit French island called Porquerolles. She had
ample time on her hand since the divorce from her husband; the settlement had
been more than generous. Ellen was a photographer, a professional photographer
who now spent much of her time photographing the beautiful nearby islands and
selling her work to stock libraries. The divorce had been more of a drifting
apart than an acrimonious bust up; they had always had an open marriage,
Anthony, her husband, had his women, while Ellen had hers.
Ellen was bisexual, or at least used to be, for nowadays her preferences ran
solely towards younger women. She had just come out of a discreet affair with
Sadie, a love struck nymphet who was some years her junior. Ellen had spent much
time photographing people in the public eye when she lived in the UK, and one of
her projects had been Susan. The attraction was immediate and they'd adjourned
to a hotel room shortly after the shoot to get further acquainted. They'd been
lovers on and off ever since. Good friends too. There were no secrets between
them; all confidences were shared, including the secret of Brittany.
At first, Ellen had been shocked and didn't want to become involved, let alone
hear about it. However, over the last few months her curiosity had got the
better of her to the point of wanting to know everything about her and all they
had done together. She found herself thinking of them in each other's arms more
and more, something which gave her a serious itch down below as she pictured the
scene between Brittany, her mother, and Susan. So when Susan had phoned her a
week ago and asked if she would not only like to meet Brittany, but to have her
stay with her for a week, Ellen had just about flipped, before saying yes, of
course!
Not that she had any intention of becoming involved herself, that was far too
risky. No, that had nothing to do with her eagerness. Her reason was curiosity.
How could Susan put herself in that position with a mere child? If she were ever
found out, they'd lock her away for sure, and throw away the key. No, not for
her. She was far too smart. On the other hand, it wouldn't do any harm to meet
the girl, and it would be nice to have company. Why, she could be her young
assistant, and accompany her on photography excursions around the islands. What
fun, a little friend all of her own who didn't ask complicated questions or try
to organise her life. Ellen had always missed not having a daughter. It would be
rather touching to have a young girl around the place, and there wouldn't be any
risk of getting herself into Susan's situation.
It had been the bizarre nature of Susan's circumstances that had given her a
buzz, nothing more. If anything there was a large dollop of morbid fascination
involved. It was difficult to imagine the kind of girl who'd not only allowed
herself to become sexually involved with an adult, but also had actively taken
part of her own free will. Maybe she was slightly 'simple' in some way, although
Susan had insisted she was such a bright child. It was late afternoon when they
arrived. Ellen heard the car pull up in the driveway not long after the five
o'clock ferry had docked. She stopped working to hurry over and let them in. "Hi
you two," she cried, "Come in, come in! How was your journey? You must be
tired."
The glamorous blonde-haired woman pushed through the doorway with a radiant
smile and a wail of glee and then threw her arms around her friend, embracing
her with a fierce hug and a searing kiss on the lips. "Oh Ellen! It's sooo good
to see you my love! Oh thank you thank you." she cooed. "Come on in Brittany, my
angel!"
There was a tentative pause, and then Brittany stepped through the door, tilted
her head up and gave Ellen a shy smile. Neither of them spoke, instead they
studied each other in silence; two pairs of eyes jumping form one spot to
another as they took in everything before them. Ellen was a smart middle-aged
woman with a heart-shaped face, tidy sloping nose and wide generous mouth. Her
hair was blonde, bleached by the sunlight and cut into a neat bob set off nicely
by her rich honeyed tan. Like most women who claimed a place in Brittany's life,
Ellen, if nothing else looked intelligent. Deep hazel eyes sloped lazily across
her face and looked perceptive as they in turn weighed her up. A series of small
faint lines had spread around her eyes and mouth, giving her a weathered look;
Brittany thought they gave her character instead of making her look old.
Travelling down she noted Ellen had a curvy, but not an over generous figure.
Nicely raised breasts, and a pair of long, pointed nipples poking against her
light cotton top looked extremely interesting to Brittany's lesbian scrutiny.
With a trim waist, she carried no extra weight around her middle while her legs
were long and shapely in a pair of thin purple slacks.
Ellen in turn, found Brittany delightful. So cute, with a face like a cherub and
ribbons the same colour as her dress. No wonder Susan had fallen for her. Even
as she scolded herself for such a thought, her gaze swept down to take in the
girl's cute figure in her crisp pink dress complete with frilly white ankle
socks and sandals. Like a princess in a fairytale? Why was she dressed like
that? It was almost too obvious... as though to tempt her. But into what? The
answer came immediately with an image of her and the girl in each other's arms
kissing like lovers in her white-sheeted bed. She was ready to resist such a
temptation, or at least she hoped she was! Ellen gave Susan a hooded look before
bending down on one knee before Brittany. "Hello Brittany. It's so nice to see
you! You're even prettier than I imagined, and what a lovely dress. Did your Mum
buy it for you to wear on your holiday?"
"Yes," she replied innocently as she held her arms behind her back and rocked up
and down on her heels. "Susan and mummy thought you would like to see me weari..."
"Ah-hrm..." Susan interjected hurriedly before the little darling went and
spilled the beans completely, although it was probably too late now judging by
the narrow look Ellen was giving her. Of course it had all been her idea; she
just wanted Ellen to find Brittany... well... attractive enough to perhaps see a
few possibilities with the girl. She knew it was too obvious now, the way she
and Donna had dressed her up to look like a fairytale. If Ellen said she wanted
nothing to do with her, there'd be no repeat of the kind of things she and Donna
had been doing with her. It was so unfair though, Susan thought, as she noted
Ellen's reaction; it would be so good for her. Brittany was the most delightful
bed companion a woman could wish for. Only wishing to give, never asking to
receive. If only Ellen would only try that mouth once, she'd be sure to swoon
with delight when she experienced that cheeky little tongue of hers and then
what a bond there would be between them for the rest of the time they had
together. "We thought the thin cotton would be about right for the hot weather."
She said lamely. "Perhaps it is a little Bo Peep though, although she has plenty
of other clothes anyway, a whole suitcase full back in the car... I'll just go
and fetch it."
Ellen nodded and gave her a wary smile deciding to let it go. The bait hadn't
been taken because she wasn't cut from the same cloth as Susan and Donna; she
just didn't go for young girls for goodness sake. That didn't mean she wasn't
going to dote on her though, she looked an absolute treasure with those big blue
eyes and goldilocks hair, yes she would spoil her and they'd get along just
famously, and that was how it should be; but there'd be no improprieties between
them, and 'that was that' she decided. They had a meal of fresh sole and
sardines finished off with a mouth-watering salad and then ice cream, and
although Brittany didn't eat very much, she didn't pass up on the ice cream.
After dinner, Ellen showed Brittany to her room further down the hall. Like
Ellen's, it faced out towards the sea with a beautiful view across the bay. She
settled to play with her colouring books while Susan and Ellen took to the
balcony with a couple of tall glasses and a bottle of chardonnay.
A light breeze wafted the scent of pine trees towards them as they sat at the
table. Susan signed as she tasted the cool wine and then smiled into the evening
sunlight as it cast a warm glow over the waves. "Brittany's going to love it
here." Susan breathed.
"I hope so Sue." Ellen said, setting down her wine glass with an appreciative
smack of her lips. "I hope she doesn't get too homesick away from her Mum. Their
relationship's pretty special isn't it?" A girl's voice drifted towards them as
Brittany sang the words of a popular kids song while colouring in her cartoons.
"She's such a happy child." Replied Susan gently, sensing her friend's
direction. "I promise you no harm's come to her, they're both very much a
couple, and deeply in love. She's an intelligent well-adjusted child who's going
to grow up into a formidable woman, just like her mother. Please don't look at
her disapprovingly for doing what she does. Who's to say she shouldn't do it
just because her age doesn't fit in with what our staid society expects? As long
as she takes comfort in such loving - unusual as that loving is - then why
condemn it?"
Ellen reached over to caress Susan's shoulder before taking it away and
replacing it with her lips and a gentle kiss. "I'm sorry if I came over like
that darling, I didn't mean to. I suppose I just find the idea so strange, even
though I find the bizarreness of the whole thing quite stimulating for some
reason." She paused to take a gulp of the cool wine, searching for the right
words. "Part of me finds it exciting, a turn-on even to think of you having her
like that and getting her to do all of those things." she said as her friend
raised a silent eyebrow. "I just don't think it's my thing," she continued. "Not
that young anyway."
"But you do like younger girls." Susan stated.
"Yes I do... but no younger than eighteen. You know I like them, they make me
feel so alive!" She sighed wondrously. "But there is a difference."
"Well at least there's one thing we do have in common."
"Oh what's that?" frowned Ellen.
"We're both advocates of what, for want of a better term, could be called, 'the
unequal relationship'." Her eyes twinkled conspiratorially. "You've admitted as
much yourself, how you prefer them to give you all the pleasure; you find the
excitement much greater that way, having some young thing bury her head between
your thighs and send you to heaven and back. You love it!"
A giggle erupted from Ellen's lips before she put a hand over them and cocked
her head in the direction of Brittany's room. A child's voice glided into the
rapidly darkening night as it hummed another tune to the accompaniment of a pair
of scribbling hands. Satisfied Ellen continued. "It's true. I can be very
demanding."
"Don't I just know it!" laughed Susan.
"No not like that," Ellen blushed. "With you and me it's different. It's equal
give and take, and that's beautiful in a different way. It's just a bit depraved
with a younger girl, you know?" She paused and pulled a face as she searched for
the right words. "It gives me a buzz to demand things, boss them about even. I
don't know why, it just does."
Susan cocked an eyebrow at her friend thinking they were more alike than Ellen
would ever admit. She wondered how long it would be before she began to think of
Brittany as a candidate for that kind of loving.
Some time later after both women had drank the rest of the bottle and half of
the next; Susan reached over and touched her friends hand. "Just a sec...
BRITTANY...!" she called out.
"Yes?" Came the child's sleepy reply.
"Get into bed now, make sure you've cleaned your teeth first and I'll be over in
five minutes." There was a soft crump as Brittany threw down her colouring book
and headed for the bathroom. "I'm going to put Brittany to bed now," she said,
and then looking deep into Ellen's eyes added, "And to collect my good night
kiss."
Ellen's gaze pierced into Susan's briefly as she sought conformation of her
suspicion of what a 'goodnight kiss' meant. It came back at once without so much
as the twitch of a muscle. Ellen was the first to blink.
"I see," she said, a hint of embarrassment in her voice.
"Do you still want me to come later?" Asked Susan. Susan had assumed they'd be
sharing the same bed. They always did, since they were so genuinely fond of each
other, and the pleasure they found in each other's arms was real enough. Both
women had been looking forward to tonight.
"Of course I do, you silly fool," tittered Ellen as a myriad of crow's feet
spread from her eyes. "Only you'll be providing the entertainment for the first
part of the night."
Susan laughed with relief as the tension disappeared between them.
"Very well, it'll be my pleasure."
"No honey," Ellen shook her head. "Didn't you hear what I just said? It's going
to be my pleasure, mine entirely." she concluded with a sly seductive smile.
Susan padded her bare feet off in the direction of Brittany's bedroom, after
Ellen announced she'd be waiting for her in bed. Instead, Ellen made a silent
detour and followed her friend down the corridor so she could peer through the
doorway when Susan joined Brittany in her bedroom. Brittany was already tucked
up in bed, wearing her favourite pyjamas, her eyes fluttering at the edge of
sleep with her sparkling blue eyes just visible beneath the trembling lids.
Susan's breathing deepened as she neared the bed and gently lifted the tired
youngster's head from the pillow. Then without hesitation, she lifted up her
skirt and pressed the girl's mouth against her knickers.
Lacking the briefest recourse to conscious thought, Brittany's tongue began to
flicker against the thin material, swiping up and down the contoured groove as
she inhaled the seeping aroma.
"Good girl, good girl" soothed the woman. "You were so wonderful in the motel
last night darling. And then... here... just let me pull this out of your way so
you can get to me properly." Susan reached down to pull her panties aside and
accommodate the tired girl. Wet opened mouthed kisses followed her probing
tongue after it had wriggled this way and that, stimulating the pink fleshy lips
until they suffused with blood and sprouted open like a blossoming flower. "Oh
gawd!" whispered Susan as she tousled and tugged at the girl's long blonde hair.
"Oh yes darling!" she moaned as she let her skirt fall down over the Brittney's
head, plunging her into darkness. Long minutes passed by. A succession of
fevered sobs sang against the walls of the dimly lit room as Susan held the
girl's head through her blue skirt. All seemed well until a moan of frustration
ceased the steady stream. "Just a sec honey. This isn't going to work out. Just
let me..." Susan stepped back for a moment and the skirt briefly released the
young girl from her prison, giving her a fresh breath of cool air.
From her vantage point in the doorway, Ellen heard the sound of silk swishing
down stockinged legs as panties were slid down and kicked away.
A meek whimper was heard when Susan again lifted her skirt and shoved her
pulsing nether lips back into Brittany's face, shifting her weight from one foot
to another as she jostled for a firmer purchase against her mouth. Finally she
dropped to her knees on the bed, with the young girl's head firmly in her grip
as she rolled her hips. A stifled gasp issued from the bedroom doorway; it would
have been enough to alert Susan to another's presence had she not being carried
away with alcohol and lust. Crying out as though in pain she lurched into
Brittany's mouth, jerking and clutching her sharp nails into the girl's skull.
The young girl whimpered in discomfort and she was smothered in the convulsing
cunt.
Ellen watched Susan's buttocks spasm as she trembled and shook over Brittany's
face. Her eyes widened; even though Brittany's efforts to swallow the woman's
spending could be heard quite clearly, she noticed a rivulet of milky liquid
running down her chin and then another sprouting from the corner of her mouth.
It was all too much. She tiptoed to her own bedroom and threw off her clothes as
though on fire, and there, stark naked she waited for Susan to slake her own
flames and then come and put hers out. She would be waiting for some time
though, and it was over a half hour before her flushed friend arrived in her
room. "My word, I thought you had lost your way. Or perhaps you forgot about
me?"
"Of course not dear, it's just with that marvellous dinner we just had, I needed
to use the loo before bed. I feel five pounds lighter already!" she added with a
laugh. "Now let's see what you have waiting for me down there shall we?"
Ellen spread her knees as she felt the first kiss of her friend's tongue on her
sex. It was then that it hit her... Susan couldn't have actually used the loo,
as the only bathroom was across the hall. That could only mean... Ellen's eyes
rolled back in their sockets as the implications of her friend's words caused
her to grab Susan's head and bury it deep between her legs.
This was going to be an enjoyable week indeed.
CHAPTER 18
Jean Stone knocked on the door of Donna Hartley's large secluded house and gave
her daughter a reassuring smile. Amanda had been a bundle of nerves all day now.
She had never been away from her parents for more than a weekend, and now it
would be two whole weeks.
Amanda knew what was expected of her, or at least had the gist of it. Her mother
had taken her up to her bedroom for a talk. Her Dad was there too; she sat
between them on the double bed and listened as they gently explained how things
were going to be. She was to live with Brittany's mother for the next two weeks.
During that time, she was to be a very good girl, do everything she was told, no
matter what. Little did they know what this would actually mean.
There was a sound of a key turning in the brass lock and the clunk of a handle,
and then the door swung open to reveal the smiling features of Donna Hartley.
"Hello dears!" she beamed, her face alight with pleasure as she welcomed them
both in.
Amanda looked up as the door closed behind them, her face flitting between
bashfulness and trepidation, not an unusual occurrence for her when confronted
by the sight of Donna. The stunning grown-up was wearing a turquoise halter-top
and a pair of tight hipsters of the same colour.
Jean took in the provocative sight too, and noted with envy how her sylphlike
figure rippled with barely contained energy beneath her simple clothes. It made
her almost catlike in appearance. She looked at her face, an attractively shaped
face that was long rather than oval; it housed a pair of intelligent hazel eyes
and features that were clear-cut and handsome rather than pretty. There were
lines there too, yet they spoke of an abundance of appetite and sensuality, she
looked like a woman who knew what she wanted and was capable of getting it.
"So nice to see you both." Donna remarked to break the silence.
Amanda instinctively replied, "Thank you Mrs. Hartley."
Jean Stone gave an apologetic smile, one that asked for understanding for using
such a formal address. It was answered immediately by a sympathetic nod.
Donna appreciated her sentiments, a wish to display respect rather than
familiarity; it wouldn't do for Amanda to expect instant overfriendliness with
Donna. If there was to be a fondness between them, it should be entirely of the
older woman's choosing.
"Can I take your coats?"
"No thank you, I won't be staying," Jean said, patting her neatly coiffed hair.
"I can't thank you enough for doing this for us. We probably would have had to
cancel the trip if it wasn't for you." She had called Donna the week prior with
the request to look after Amanda while she and her husband went on a cruise.
They had been saving ever since they were married, and now on their fifth
anniversary they were poised to enjoy the fruits of their scrimping and saving.
The problem came about when her father fell and broke his hip. Since it was to
be her parents watching Amanda, she was stuck. David's parents lived in America,
and she had no one she knew well enough to make such an imposition. Remembering
Donna's offer from before, she decided to see if she would be willing.
"It's no bother at all. I've been putting off on taking a holiday for so long,
if anything I should thank you for giving me the excuse to take a rest!"
"Don't you start now... I'm sure by the end you'll be begging to bring her back.
Of course I do expect my little angel to be a good girl, right?" she said as she
looked down at Amanda with an imposing stare. "Do everything Mrs Stone says,
OK?"
Amanda looked from one grown up to the other. "Yes mum." the young girl politely
replied.
"Right then, I'm off. Thank you again so much Donna. I've got her papers here
and the information for the ship if you need to reach us. She's had her dinner,
so she's ready for bed when it's time. Come here darling, give mummy a kiss
goodbye."
Amanda leaned up to meet her mother as she gave the child a tender kiss on the
forehead before turning towards the door.
"Have a wonderful trip Jean; Amanda will be right as rain when you return." She
closed the door behind her, leaving her and the girl alone for the first time
since that memorable afternoon when they shared a forbidden kiss.
"Come into the lounge Amanda, I'd like us to have a little talk. Sit right here
next to me." She said patting the sofa cushion. "You've been a good girl haven't
you? I see you didn't tell anyone about our little games here, and that means
you keep your new toys. That makes you happy, yes?"
Amanda nodded, albeit with an unsure look on her face.
"Let's have a look at you then..." Donna suggested, as Amanda flashed a quick
smile and then jumped up onto the thick green cushion. She sat looking up at her
with a wide grin and a saucy giggle. Donna rolled back her eyes; she was over
the moon with her own 'new toy'. Her delighted gaze took in a charming site. A
striking young beauty, she was showing signs that someday she would be a tall
graceful creature. Clues of her future elegance were evident in her lengthening
limbs and slender waist. Her face was almost almond like in shape and looked as
though someone had designed it with a taste for delicate lines. Her nose, small
and upturned, would scrunch up amusingly when she laughed giving her the
appearance of a mischievous elf.
Yet there was another side to all of this, her eyes when not glinting in delight
or hi-jinks could be sad and soulful, large and brown if upset, they would look
at the cause of their hurt in silent disapproval. It was a tactic she used when
displeased or seeking to get her own way. Donna reached over and ran her hands
through her hair, lifting it up and letting it fall through her fingers like
silky sand. She watched with wonder as the long blonde strands splashed onto her
shoulders. She had imagined she might be maternal with Amanda, much in the same
way as she was with her own daughter but now she knew that wasn't going to be
so. When Donna examined her feelings towards Amanda she found them to be purely
sexual, she realized there would never be room for anything else with this
beautiful creature. The feelings of lust she found within herself were far too
powerful, even more than with her own darling Brittany. Indeed, for her Amanda
was meant to be used for pleasure, not loved.
"I'll take your bags to your room shortly, but first let's talk." She said with
a reassuring smile and a gentle squeeze of her hand. "Ok?"
Amanda nodded but was still too awestruck in Donna's presence to speak.
"Your parents have told you that you're going to be staying here for the next
two weeks, haven't they?" She paused as though eliciting an answer from her
knowing full well that the girl was too dumbstruck to speak. Donna stared into
Amanda's eyes and nodded her head encouragingly, using her body language as a
spur for the girl to answer her.
It worked, not only did she copy Donna's nod but she whispered a quiet "Yes."
Donna was pleased, her training had already begun and she gave Amanda a generous
smile in return. "Good. Now, you are to obey me and do everything I ask of you.
I shall expect you to be with me in the house all the time. There are so many
things I have to teach you, and if you learn them all well you can go home with
an armful of toys from Brittney's room, how does that sound?"
A glow came to Amanda's face as she came to realise how lucky she was to be
staying with Mrs. Hartley. If she were over at her grandparent's house, she
wouldn't have many toys to play with at all, not to mention she wouldn't get any
new ones to take home.
Despite being asked a question, the look on Amanda's face was all the answer she
needed. "I expect you will do everything I say. If you make me happy, then I'll
make you happy. Please me with your mouth and I will please you with new toys.
Yes?"
Amanda nodded her head. While still nervous, the lure of new toys was far too
much. Her parents had been saving for their trip for so long, new toys were a
luxury that she never really had.
Donna smiled to herself as she heard her own mother's voice in her when she had
been speaking to Amanda. Her mother had been an infant school teacher all her
working life and that's the way she had spoken to her as a child. Her Father was
a lecturer so it was thought that Donna would follow in the family tradition and
go to teacher training college. However, she had a mind of her own; she wasn't
the type of person who followed others. Donna had always been and always would
be too much of an individual to do otherwise. She'd been a tomboy, as a young
girl and much preferred playing with boys rather than girls, and had a hard
competitive edge that made other girls wary of her.
She finished university with a degree in media studies and took an
apprenticeship in a film company, more of a gofer really, but she learnt the
trade quickly and was given the position of researcher for a talk show host.
There she'd made a name for herself as efficient and competitive. Tall for a
woman and with striking looks, she'd caught the attention of one of the senior
managers. He suggested that she audition for a sports commentator's position
that had suddenly become vacant. The audition was a success and she got the job.
The male viewers liked her; she was the kind of women most men could only
fantasise about. Yet at the same time she didn't come off as a 'woman' reading
the sports, she was knowledgeable and understood it all. Her physical appearance
was exciting; sensual looks with an athletic physique mirrored her personality,
while her height and no nonsense persona made some secretly wish to be dominated
by her. In fact, a lot of her fan mail came from men of such nature, especially
the submissive male who yearned to see her standing over him with her high
breasts pushing out against a shiny leather costume.
Sometimes she read the letters, usually at home during the evening with a bottle
of scotch or vodka for company. She found them amusing, but could never respect
such a man, although the things they said and the various ways they wanted to be
used by her made her laugh out loud as she sipped her whisky. They were an
amusing diversion, nothing more. Donna had always preferred real men who had
something to offer a woman. When she spied a man she liked she would initiate
the relationship, never masking her needs and never fearing rejection. Life was
for the taking, no one owed her anything, nor her them, if she wanted something
or someone she was usually successful.
Sexual boundaries didn't exist. She would try anything that caught her
imagination, with tastes that ran to both men and women she could count both
sexes as willing bed partners. Yet for all that, she had the nagging feeling
that something was missing. Marriage to Fran�oise had been fun while it lasted;
he was the most exciting man she had ever met. A motorcross rider who lived life
to the full, stunningly handsome with an intellect far superior to most of his
contemporaries, he'd been ideal for Donna until their passions took them away
from each other and on to other partners. Then there was Susan, a firm friend
with an all-consuming passion for new sexual experiences and ideas. She was a
volcano in the bedroom and she managed to match Donna's need for wild abandoned
sex.
However, Donna and Susan had deviant tastes; both women yearned for the bizarre,
a desire to use other women as slaves in both the bedroom and the bathroom. To
some degree, both had been successful. Donna had found a number of beautiful
women who were willing to be used as whores. She used their mouths for pleasure
in the bedroom and then as toilets later. Susan had practically the same amount
of experience as Donna having indulged her penchant for watching other women
drink from her. Disappointingly though, neither of them had ever been able to
move their perversions up that final notch and entice their partners into 'brown
games'.
Then the bomb had dropped something cataclysmic in Donna's life. For Donna it
was the missing ingredient. Brittany's yearning for a physical relationship with
her mother was reciprocated. The very notion of them as lovers was appalling,
not only was the age difference huge, it would be incest, forbidden lesbian
incest. The thought struck her like a blinding flash and suddenly everything
fell into place. Her throat felt dry and tight and there was moistness in her
groin, it had been there all the time hidden within her make up, lying there
unfulfilled, and the reason why sex had always fallen short of her expectations.
She was a girl lover.
Her need for depravity was satisfied with Brittany. Not only had they embarked
on a sexual relationship together, Brittany had acceded to her mother's ultimate
perversion and had become her brown girl. It had taken all of Donna's wiles and
powers of seduction to entice her young daughter into such a warped activity but
it had paid off in the end. Brittany became her toilet and a regular diet of her
mother's special food was very much on the menu. It hadn't taken long for Susan
to become the third part of the relationship; she was more than eager to join in
the taboo fun with the mother and her daughter. Ever since then life had been
amazing, her young lover had catered for all of her needs and wants.
Now there was Amanda. To Donna she represented the culmination of everything
sexual that life had to offer, it was enough to make a girl go weak at the
knees, even an older one like her. However, that wouldn't do, there had to be no
signs of weakness or lack of authority when treating with Amanda. She was young
and needed to be shown that obedience brought its own reward. This, she decided,
had to be the first lesson. It was to be the keystone of their experience
together; without it, there could never be anything between them and the next
two weeks would call for her utter and complete compliance.
All this may have seemed pretty one sided, too strict even, but it wasn't going
to be like that. A little kindness went a long way when dealing with such an
impressionable creature; Donna would show Amanda her gentle side too as well as
expecting submission. It would be a balancing act; she would be firm and kind in
equal measures, for Donna knew she couldn't win her trust if it weren't given
freely. She proceeded to give Amanda a guided tour of the house. Of special
interest to her was a spare room stuffed with games and fancy dresses. Many of
the games were Brittany's; the same one's she'd coveted when playing with her,
but some of them were brand new and bought by Donna especially for Amanda.
Her eyes fastened on all of them with wide-eyed wonder. Donna smiled at the
expression on her face, she was mentally playing with them already. "This is a
room for good girls." Announced Donna with an emphasis on the word "good".
Amanda remained there staring at the contents of the room. For long seconds her
mouth gaped open as her eyes examined each occupant of the bustling shelves
until they finally shot upwards to meet Donna's.
"I'll be very good." She announced determinedly. "How can I get to play with
them?"
Donna tried to remain impassive as she looked into the eyes of the bewitching
young creature, but an array of obscene images began flashing through her mind
causing a stray nerve to twitch in the corner of her mouth acting as a signpost
to her fading composure. With an effort, she swallowed and cleared her throat to
stop her voice sounding too hoarse. "I know you want to be a good girl, but I
have to teach you. It's quite simple really; you have to please me. If I'm
pleased with your behaviour then you can come and play in the toy room, and take
plenty of toys with you when you go home."
Amanda nodded her head slowly as she took in the woman's words, she so wanted to
be left alone in the room with all of the wonderful things, but daren't ask.
"We'll begin your lessons after supper. How would you like that?" She asked with
a bright smile.
"Oh yes ummm... Aunt Donna." She stammered not knowing how to address the pretty
woman.
Donna mentally kicked herself for not thinking of it sooner. What was the poor
kid going to call her? How could she be expected to know without being told? Of
course, the answer was obvious wasn't it? What else could her little slave call
her... Mistress? Too obvious she thought. "Call me Miss from now on dear."
Amanda lips moved slightly and then stopped. Then she tried again with large
eyes and raised brows. "Miss."
"Good girl."
CHAPTER 19
That evening Donna went upstairs and changed into a daring black top and a thin
slinky skirt. Then as usual before sex, she paid extra attention to her make up.
Long black eye lashes, shiny red lips just meant for kissing, a little blusher
here and there, and she looked almost cruelly beautiful. Her eyes stared boldly
back at her from the mirror as she ran a brush through her hair and listened to
the cracks of static as it travelled down the long silky tresses. More than
enough to stun the senses, now to delight the girl with her scent as she
strategically applied a few drops of her most seductive perfume to her body.
Then looking and smelling gorgeous, she pirouetted before the mirror, running
her hands over her hips in a triumphant caress as she paid homage to her own
beauty.
Donna opened the lounge door and looked at Amanda. Earlier she had made her
change into a tight clinging pink top and a short skirt that she rolled the
waist up on to make it even shorter. She smiled to herself when Amanda turned
round and saw her framed in the doorway, and then Donna picked up the remote and
switched off the TV. She experienced a feeling of d�j� vu as her mind wound back
to the first time she dressed as a Mistress for Brittany and saw the effect it
had on her. The girl before her wore the same astonished expression. "It's time
for your lessons Amanda." She smiled, seating herself next to the little girl on
the sofa. "Do you like how I look? Am I pretty? Do I smell nice? I've done it
all for you dearest. I want you to like me, there are so many things I want us
to do together."
Amanda managed to find her mouth despite the woman looking as though she wanted
to eat her. Voracious...? Amanda didn't know the meaning of the word but it
applied to the woman sitting next to her as Donna took her hand in hers and
placed it on her thigh near the hem of her skirt. "You look lovely Miss." She
said endearingly. "Better even than..." She went on to name her favourite female
pop singer, which was indeed a compliment!
"Ohh I'm flattered Amanda. Thank you." She smiled.
Amanda's eyes were large as they danced around in her head taking in the sight
of the woman her parents had told her to obey. She didn't think it would be very
hard, she was so amazing, almost like a beautiful Fairy-God-mother. She smelt
grown up too, scented and inviting, it made her want to bury her face in her
fragrance and breath it all in.
"Tonight I'm going to teach you how to kiss like a grown up. I've shown you one
kind of kiss already. Do you remember?"
She nodded. How could she forget that day when she experienced her first real
kiss.
For Donna there could never be anything to surpass the innocence of a child who
was blindly willing to trust. She bent towards the girl, cupping her face with
her hands like a priest about to murmur a benediction and then with the softest
of sighs she placed her lips to the child's. Gently she pried them open and
inserted her tongue into the small mouth as she sent it to explore the sweet
cavity within.
Amanda closed her eyes and whimpered into the woman's warm seeking mouth,
feeling and tasting the warm soft flesh with her tongue as Donna opened her
mouth wider to eat her face. It was like a dream, a dream full of Donna, she
felt her self-melding into her, tasting her essence and feeling her soft flesh
beneath her hand as it was guided over her thighs. In turn, she felt Donna's
hands running over her chest, as the kiss became more passionate. Time slowed to
a trickle, she heard the slow ticking of Donna's mantle clock from its home
above the glowing log fire, while above that she heard the woman's laboured
breathing. Until...
"Did you like that darling?"
Amanda opened her eyes with a start as she heard the breathy hiss of Donna's
voice. She realized the kiss had ended and felt dreamy in its afterglow. She
nodded with hooded eyes.
Donna removed her top to reveal her partially exposed breasts, and then she took
Amanda's hand and placed it on the spot where they begin to swell. "Feel the
beginning of my breasts," She instructed. "Start here at the top and then run
your hands down to the top of my brassiere."
Amanda blushed a little but did as she was told. Tentatively reaching forward
she ran both her hands over them, feeling the soft bulges of flesh as they rose
up towards her bra. The sight and the feel bewitched her as she felt the gentle
swell leading down to the tops of her nipples. As she stroked up and down with
her hands, she noticed small goose pimples rising up out of the skin and a slow
stirring beneath the material of her cups as the nipples began to respond.
"That's nice Amanda, that's nice. Now I want you to take your hands away and
replace them with your lips. Give me lots of small kisses where your hands have
been."
Amanda was eager to please and lost no time at all in bestowing a flurry of tiny
kisses over the scented flesh. She knew how to do this, since she still
remembered breastfeeding as a child. This was not something objectionable to her
at all. Her lips brushed against Donna's breasts as she travelled upwards
towards their summits. Her brows knotted when the bra blocked her progress.
Donna noticed her disappointment and was pleased with her eagerness. She placed
her hands on Amanda's cheeks and with a gentle push guided her lips into the
valley between. Then ever so slowly she began to rub Amanda's face up and down
the divide while guiding her head and murmuring encouragement. "Good girl, good
girl, that's it, just like that. Just like you're doing. Stick out your tongue
and lick...Umm yes like that darling, just like that." She removed her hands
from the girl's face as Amanda's movements became more certain and she ceased to
need guidance. Talking and encouraging all the time she reached behind her back,
undid the catch of her bra and then cast it aside.
Amanda pulled back and let out a startled gasp as the twin orbs were bared to
her face.
Donna smiled and her chin jutted out with pride as she lifted them up to her
gaze. "Do you like them Amanda darling?" Her voice cut through the air like
static in the still room as she took the girl's hand and placed it on one. "See
how it feels in your hand. Go on, give it a good feel; don't be afraid to give
it a squeeze dear. Hmm yes, that's it, now your other hand. Yes, like that, and
a squeeze. Ohhhh Amanda I'm going to make you kiss it next. You're going to put
it in your mouth and suck it like a lollipop. Such a pretty little mouth you
have Amanda. Oh the fun I'm going to have with that sweet angel mouth of yours."
Donna was getting far too excited; her own words were turning her on, acting as
a catalyst for her actions as she reached out and guided the girls face to her
breasts. "Open your mouth and take in the nipple. Fill your mouth with me. Oh
yes suck on it. Nurse on me like a baby. Suck my nipple. Feel how big it's
getting. Nice and big and it's all yours, all for you, you beautiful little
thing."
Amanda had no choice but to obey, she didn't have time to think as she opened
her mouth, found it filled with a breast and then did what came naturally. She
sucked on the nipple and felt it move beneath her tongue as the aureole grew in
size and the hard spike thrust upwards to graze the roof of her mouth. Her Head
bobbed up and down and her cheeks were bloated with Donna's flesh as she nursed.
Donna tossed her head back to send her hair flying back in waves before tumbling
back down onto her shoulders. Her whole body shivered deliciously as she thrust
her bosoms into the girl's face, first one and then the other found its way
between her small lips, cupped by her hand and guided into her gasping mouth.
"Oh honey!" Donna let out a loud groan as her hand began messing its way through
Amanda's hair, pulling and clutching in near desperation. She pulled her breast
out of Amanda's mouth and sighed deeply as she let out her breath. She looked
down at her shiny breasts and pointed nipples and then over to the four-year-old
girl.
Amanda had a dreamy look on her face as though she was still savouring the
taste, and gazed up at Donna with an expression that said 'I am yours for the
taking'.
Donna gave her a dry grin. "Look at that." She said pointing to her stiff
nipples. She made a play of flicking them with her fingers and watching them
spring back up like toy soldiers. "You made them like that." She looked into
Amanda's eyes, her own eyes twinkling as she giggled.
The girl's face lit up with delight and she couldn't help but laugh back.
"Umm...."
She sighed to Amanda. "You did very well though. What a lovely beginning, I'm
sure this is going to be wonderful for both of us. When you rub or squeeze them,
or take them in your mouth and suck them just as you did, they become firm and
hard and they grow big like this. That's because you've made them feel nice. Do
you see? That's what it's all about; making the person you're pleasuring feel
marvellous and happy. You made me feel happy Amanda, that's a very good start
and very soon I'll be showing you other ways of making me feel even happier."
Amanda plucked at her smock distractedly and then unconsciously stuck her thumb
in her mouth; it seemed to her the best thing to do, as she didn't know what to
say next.
"Cat got your tongue?"
She nodded.
Donna gave a lazy smile and cocked her brow. "In that case dear.... I'm changing
my name to cat." She decided it was time to move things along as some of her
thoughts were getting pretty wild and it was time to introduce Amanda to her own
warped kind of loving. She stood up, lifted her off the sofa and then carried
her in her arms to the bedroom, as Amanda wrapped her legs around Donna and
locked her ankles.
Early evening twilight filled the room making it light and airy for the two
lovers. Her height made her perfect to just pull that cute head right between
her thighs. However, she resisted the thought, not wanting to spoil the mood.
The white bedclothes were pulled back in invitation as Donna gently placed the
fully clothed girl on the mattress and pushed her back onto the pillow. Then
still naked from the waist upward, she climbed onto the bed herself with proud
swaying breasts and knee walked up Amanda's smaller body until her panty clad
crotch rested above her chest.
"Now Amanda pay attention." Her voice was gentle but tinged with an edge of
authority. "I'm going to move up the bed until I'm sitting on top of you. I
don't want you to panic when I place my skirt over your head and everything goes
dark. I want to see how you cope with having my cunny on your face. It's covered
with my panties now but it'll give you a feeling of how it's going to be when I
take them off and ask for your mouth. We'll do it this way first, then I'll get
naked and we'll do it properly." Donna hadn't considered giving the girl any
pleasure as she did with Brittany. Amanda was here for one reason only, to learn
to provide her pleasure.
Amada's blue eyes glistened with emotion but she managed a gulp and then a small
nod.
Donna moved up and smiled down at her before slowly lowering herself onto her
mouth and covering her head with her skirt. The movement brought a creak from
the old rusty springs of the antique bed she had bought some years ago in an
auction. She liked the bed with its wrought iron headboard and its curling
design of black iron lilies, but she liked the sounds it made most of all. It's
creaking groaning bedsprings provided a frantic accompaniment to her heated
fucking and that's just what she intended to do now; fuck the little darling
right in the mouth. She would probably hold off from anything frantic at first;
that would come later when she shed her panties and gave her a proper riding.
She gave a satisfied sigh as she settled some of her weight onto the girl's lips
and wedged her in place between her thighs.
She used her voice to guide Amanda, encouraging her to lick, kiss and rub her
lips and face against her covered pussy, all of these actions she insisted would
bring pleasure to her, and that was her greatest aim in life. She began rocking
herself up and down on top of her, feeling her pussy rubbing against Amanda's
soft lips as she bumped against them. She reached up to squeeze her breasts with
an expression of smug triumph on her face. Then she clenched then tightly in her
hands and pinched her nipples until they grew hard and angry. There were times
when she felt so unfeminine, almost like a man in the way she forced herself on
her young lovers and exalted in her power.
It felt quirky doing it this way through her panties and somehow lewder than
without them. She supposed it was like getting the real thing in all but name,
the lacy material was so sheer it was practically see through. Wet too, probably
wet enough to ring out. The last thought thrilled her. Her eyes flashed and she
hunkered her crotch harder against the girl to grind more of her wetness into
her face. The sensation of Amanda's lips against her cunt and the way they felt
when she squashed them beneath her suddenly had her reeling towards the brink.
With a struggle, she raised herself up and fell back gasping onto the sheets as
she felt her orgasm building. She clenched her fists and screwed her face up
towards the ceiling as she strained against it with a silent scream. A quiet
groan of relief sobbed across the room as it receded and the turmoil in her body
subsided.
"Are you alright Miss? Gasped Amanda
"Yes." She answered in a tight whisper before coughing to clear her throat. Her
body's reaction to Amanda surprised her, it usually took longer for her to get
to that stage and it was a measure of how much she wanted this girl. "Wow... I
was going like a rocket Amanda." She exclaimed quietly. "It's a long time since
I've reached the line as quickly as that. I think we ought to get our clothes
off before we continue any further." She smiled and gave the girl a brief kiss
before sitting her up and undressing her. Then she turned her attention to her
own semi-clad body and peeled off what remained of her garments until she stood
before her naked with heaving breasts and a dewy bush of dark cunt hair.
Amanda never resisted any of this, lifting up her arms as her dress was pulled
off and thrusting up her bum as her panties were drawn down; she only blinked
and stared when Donna bared her lithe charms to her.
She smiled to herself when she saw the girl's reaction, then she sat down on the
bed, took her in her arms and kissed her. A long slow kiss had Amanda on her
back again, with Donna working away on top as she pushed and writhed against her
like a hungry eel. Then she pulled her lips away with a satisfied purr and
replaced her tongue with a nipple that she slid between her lips. She nursed her
like that for a while, Amanda sitting her up in her lap as she took succour from
her like a hungry baby while Donna cooed and fussed up her hair like an
indulgent mother. She remembered Susan once telling her that a woman could
produce milk without being pregnant if she took a drug called Domperidone. She
had laughed it off then but now she began to take the thought seriously, it was
worth looking into at least. From one bosom to another she nursed her, filling
her up with soft flesh before pulling the breast back out for the other to take
its turn.
Amanda smiled with contentment and made a series of gentle mewling noises as she
suckled.
After five minutes or so Donna grew tired and pulled back for a rest. Amanda
gave a tiny cry of disappointment, which was only silenced when Donna relented
and forcefully thrust her bulging cleavage back into her face. There was a
muffled "mpphh" from Amanda, who suddenly found her cheeks bulging once more
with a wet swollen orb.
'So this is what she wants from me' thought Amanda. 'I don't mind doing this at
all'.
Donna kissed her gently on the forehead before withdrawing her breast one final
time.
Amanda looked into her face and smiled. A myriad of crow's feet spread from
Donna's eyes and wrinkled her skin and she thought she looked beautiful despite
her maturity. She loved the strength in her eyes, the splendid high cheeks bones
and the way her skin shone in the light. She had never seen a naked woman
before. It had come as a shock to see the tall athletic looking Donna; she
looked so powerful in all of her naked glory. Long in the neck and slim
shouldered, her eyes travelled down to her high billowy breasts and loved the
way they pouted upwards with their nipples standing out like tall pinnacles. Her
gaze moved on, down over her toned stomach until it rested on the dark bushy
hair sprouting out of her thighs. Pink fleshy lips protruded out of the hairs
like swollen sentries guarding a priceless treasure. Just what they guarded she
was about to find out.
Donna's next instructions made that clear. "Lay back on the bed now darling.
Place your head on the pillow so that it's raised up. Make yourself ready for me
Amanda. I want your mouth now." Soon Amanda lay on her back staring upwards at
the ceiling. The mattress shifted and creaked as Donna crawled up and straddled
her face and then poised her cunt over her. Then she reached down and splayed
herself open. "Take a look dear. Look at my cunt; look at its pink wetness.
Can't you see how it's dripping for you, drenched and hungry for your pretty
little mouth?" Deftly she pulled back the hood of her clit then bared it to her
gaze and flicked it with her finger. "Stick out your tongue and waggle it from
side to side and don't stop until I tell you to." She ordered. Amanda shot out
her tongue and waggled it like a small whisk. Donna gave a grunt of approval and
then lowered her dewy lips downwards until her clitoris made contact. The
sensation was electric; she actually jumped back and gave a shrill squeal of
delight.
Tentatively, much like how one would sink into a hot bath, she lowered herself
back down onto the seeking tongue and gasped as it made contact with her
delicate organ once again. This time she remained still and let the tingling
sensation wash over her cunny. 'Incredible' she sighed to herself. A drop of
fluid dropped from the wrinkled labia and landed on Amanda's cheek, followed by
another and then more until she was leaking sticky syrup all over the child's
face. "Now I'm going to shift a little and you'll feel my sodden cunt squishing
your lips. Just lick and suck as I start to give you a mouth ride. The way I'm
feeling now it won't be very long before you're drinking my love juice. When it
comes don't spill a drop, you must swallow everything and then I'll be very
happy. Do you understand me Amanda?" She said raising her brows slightly. Donna
waited for her to nod her head and then hunkered down.
She began rolling her hips as she balanced herself on the headboard, gripping it
with white knuckles as she rocked to and fro. Her thrusts became faster as she
settled down into a steady rhythm and the bed began to shake and squeal with her
efforts. She looked down at the small face doing its work between her legs and
let out a low wail of lust. A steady stream of juice wept from her cunt, hungry
and demanding for the girl's frantic efforts, it bubbled its richness into her
bobbing throat as she swallowed. Donna's fucking became ever more frantic over
the next ten minutes. The thrashing of her cunt against Amanda's mouth mixed
with her cries and moans filled the room like a chorus of crashing waves. Her
climax hit hard and she lost control of her flailing body. "Oh God!!! Amanda!"
She shrieked as her hips pistoned back and forth over her small face. "Oh
Fuck!!! Fuck!!!" Yes! I'm...I'm Oh fuck I'm spunking... Drink it!!! Drink it!!!
Aghhhhhh!!!" The scream ripped from her lungs as a torrent of spray shot out of
her cunt into the girl's open mouth.
Amanda managed a strangled cry before the flowing juices from the woman's climax
drowned it out and she swallowed to keep it out of her lungs. She was unprepared
for this, but out of instinct kept swallowing.
Donna howled as her muscles started to spasm and sent her body raking over the
girl.
All Amanda could do was lay still and wait for the sobbing woman to subside back
to normality. For a moment it seemed as though she had stopped, Amanda was about
to ask if she could get up when Donna suddenly let out a forlorn wail as though
she had lost everything in the entire world, and her body jerked off the bed
sending the headboard slamming into the wall. A spray of fluid immediately
overwhelmed her small mouth, but with so much pressure on her face, it had no
choice but to be sent down her rippling throat.
Donna fell face down onto the mattress. Blissful latitude settled over her like
a warm comforting blanket. She heard the deep exhausted breaths of the girl in
her arms and smiled gently as a glimmer of moonlight filtered through the
curtains to settle on her peaceful face. It had been so beautiful with Amanda.
Such a fierce orgasm and then such marvellous peace, it was enough for their
first time together. Tomorrow was another day with more wonderful presents
coming her way; in fact there was another two weeks of it. 'Two weeks of this'
she reminded herself.
It was her last conscious thought before she closed her eyes and joined her
sleeping angel.
CHAPTER 20
Donna pushed her empty plate away and sighed contentedly. It was time to move
on. The next stage of the training was set to begin and Donna was set to acquire
a new toilet slave. While she would have liked to have had more time to ease her
into it, she was down to the last seven days of Amanda's stay. If she wanted to
enjoy Amanda's full toilet service more than once before she left, it had to
start now.
"How long to the cartoon finishes Amanda?"
"Err... it's finishing now Miss." Nothing compared to living with her Aunt
Donna. She found the sex tiring; it was something that could happen anytime, day
or night. Sometimes there was a warning when Donna announced they were to make
love at such and such a time, say after she had finished playing with a doll or
a toy, or after she had finished watching a cartoon on the telly.
"Well then turn off the telly and come to the table please."
Then other times there was no warning, Amanda might be lucky if she saw a change
in Donna's eye's before she raised her dress and slid off her knickers.
Semi-clad or naked in any room of the house, it might be an instruction to
worship her cunt, or sometimes just her chubby ass-cheeks and the brown rose-bud
between, and then whatever she was playing with had to be abandoned and
exchanged for the taste of Donna's body and the sound of her sobs. She always
spent the night in Donna's bed. Last night her Mistress' demands had continued
until the early light of dawn and afterwards they had both slept until midday.
They were both exhausted. Tonight Donna had told her that she would be eating
dinner later, and so she had to sit and listen to Donna as she ate, feeling a
gentle pang of hunger.
The adult let out a chuckle of delight and reached out to stroke Amanda's shin
in a loving caress. There were many such moments as this, shared tenderness with
the look of love passing between them. Donna was the Mistress, Amanda her sex
slave, and yet at the same time they were lovers, girlfriends and partners in
pleasure. The lines of definition were faint at times and sometimes removed
completely.
Rising from the table, she opened the cupboard door, took out a tall slim glass
and put it on the dinner table. Amanda watched with furrowed brows as her
Mistress reached underneath her skirt, then slid off her knickers and placed the
glass between her thighs. Crouching slightly, her tongue wetting her lips in
anticipation, she let go of her bladder and sent a whoosh of steaming piss into
the glass. Amanda's brows un-knitted themselves and rose up in surprise as the
level of yellow pee rose higher up the glass. Donna managed to clench her
bladder and cease the flow before it ran over the rim; then she took the glass
full of warm urine and placed it on the table beside Amanda's now empty plate.
"Since you haven't had dinner, here's something to drink." She announced in a
matter of fact voice. "It's my special lemonade dear, you drank it before,
remember?" She said running her fingers through Amanda's hair and gently
caressing her scalp. "Go on honey bunch, pick it up."
Amanda gulped the pungent aroma made her nostrils flare as she eyed the frothy
head of her Mistress's spendings. She took the warm glass in her hands and eyed
the contents suspiciously for a moment. "Have you got hold of it?" Donna cooed
softly.
"Umm." she murmured.
"Good now put the glass to your lips and start drinking."
She closed her eyes and tasted the first warm drop; it was salty but not too
terrible. It seemed much the same taste as it was last time. She opened her eyes
and gave her Mistress a tentative smile.
"Now darling, carry on drinking at your own pace." She said as she ran her
fingers down the girl's neck softly massaging the flesh.
Amanda took a brave swallow, a loud satisfying sound that was music to the ears
of her Mistress. Then she began to drink it like orange juice, tilting back the
glass and pouring the warm piss down her throat. She paused to let it settle and
then raised the glass again. Donna put her hands in her top and squeezed her
breasts together as she watched the horny sight of the young girls bobbing
throat, her eyes didn't miss a second, she didn't blink until the glass was
empty and Amanda put it back on the table.
"Well done, well done!" she laughed as she clapped her hands. "You've done so
well Amanda. Now can you be an extra good girl and stand in front of me, I
didn't finish going and I still need the bathroom. I'd like you to be my potty."
Amanda paused in the act of wiping her lips dry with the back of her hand. What
was the point? They were going to get a lot wetter if her mouth was a toilet.
"Hmm your hair may get wet, let's see now." She mused. "Amanda go into the
drawer next to the bread bin and open it. You'll find two lengths of pink
ribbon. Bring them to me."
Donna smiled inwardly for the truth was she didn't care if Amanda's hair got
wet. She wanted her in pigtails and ribbons because it made her look younger and
cuter than she already was, it was an ingredient that would add to the
perversity of the situation when she made the child her toilet.
Amanda scampered over to the units and opened up the drawer and after a little
bit of rummaging she pulled out a pieces of pale pink ribbon.
Donna took it, proceeded to tie her hair into two tight pigtails with the silky
material, and then smiled at the effect she'd created. Amanda looked adorable in
her pretty pink ribbons so endearing and just waiting for the older woman to
take advantage of her. She bent down and kissed the tip of her freckly nose.
"Take your top off and then tilt your head back and open your mouth. If you
manage to drink it all up you'll take home another toy for certain."
Amanda unbuttoned her top and placed it on a chair, and then bare-chested she
looked up at Donna who moved to stand above her and unzip the side of her skirt.
It came off quickly and she stepped out of it as she threw it the back of the
chair; then she pulled back her labia to reveal the ripe flesh of her womanhood.
"Good girl." She soothed as she slowly cocked an eyebrow, before gently pulling
her four-year-old head so it was in the right place for what she had in mind. A
slow stream of hot piss began filling the mouth of the kneeling girl, Donna was
surprised she had so much left after filling the drinking glass; it was all the
young girl could do to keep up with the flow as she kept gulping and glugging
the warm babbling brook. It was just so perfect thought Donna, so wonderfully
perverted doing this to such a sweet young girl. She could do anything she
wished now; the child was hers for the taking. Oh how scrumptious seeing her
work her throat like that, striving to take her piss, yes she was her urinal now
and she would soon teach her to eat her shit. Oh wasn't this just perfect!
"Oh yes...that's nice, you look beautiful doing that." She murmured. "Keep
drinking lover; swallow my lemonade... take it all, take it into your tummy,
just like that... just like that." Donna had long since trained her muscles to
keep her flow slow enough so to not overwhelm her toilet. Some of the pee seeped
out from the corners of her mouth and around the outside of her jaw as she
swallowed, but she managed to keep most of it inside. Eventually Donna squeezed
the last few drops from her urethra, straightened her legs and then beamed down
a smile at Amanda. She was exhilarated by her performance, the whole thing had
been so beautiful watching and hearing her young pet drink from between her
legs, so deliciously arousing.
"You did so well my darling." She smiled as she bent down to lift Amanda of off
the floor and carried her back upstairs to her bedroom as the young girl wrapped
her legs around her. Once there she placed her on the edge of the bed and sat
down with her back towards her. "Undo the buttons of my top dear." She
instructed with a smile as she removed her stockings, hung them on the bedpost,
and then tossed her garter belt to the floor.
Amanda's fingers sprang into action and began popping open the buttons of her
patterned white top until they reached the bottom one. Donna tossed it to the
floor and turned her back to her once more.
"Now undo the catches of my bra."
Again she obeyed; carefully unhooking each eye and then drawing the straps away
from the woman's shoulders as she tilted them down to help her.
"Kiss my back Amanda." Donna shivered at the gentle touch of the fluttering lips
as they brushed between her shoulder blades and down the length of her long
spine. A massage with a difference every woman should have one she decided. Ah
yes how delicious, and now... "That's divine honey, just wonderful. Can you move
round to my front now...yes that's it back up and... Here we are." She turned
around, presented Amanda with her sweeping breasts and then pushed forward to
lodge a nipple against her lips.
Amanda was learning fast, but after a week spent primarily with her face between
Donna's thighs, she was fast understanding her place in this relationship. She
wiggled the tip of her tiny tongue against the nipple and felt it harden and
press against her; at the same time, she heard a quick intake of breath from
Donna. Without been told she opened her mouth and slipped it within and then
began sucking the nipple and the soft pliable flesh of her tit. She was nursing
now, cradled by the woman's hands as they stroked and caressed her head. She
adored the feel of the soft breast as it pressed forward into her mouth and the
sound of her Mistress's gentle crooning.
"Umm that's nice Amanda." She said pushing her away gently. "I'll have you
please me properly before the night's over, don't worry I'll flood your mouth
with my love juice but now it's time for you to eat my special chocolate, my
very special food, there's loads of it and you're to be a good girl and eat it
all up. If you do that you'll get even more toys!"
She opened pulled out rubber mat and placed it on top of the bed and then went
to stand in front of the seated girl. She looked down at her for a second, a
lazy smile playing on her lips before turning around to show Amanda her dimpled
buttocks. "Kiss them dear. Kiss the cheeks and then go in-between and lick out
my asshole until I'm ready to feed you my love."
For her part, Amanda was blissfully ignorant of what 'food' Donna was suggesting
she had to eat. Since there was no direct mention, she just let it go.
"Go in between now, between my bum cheeks and then kiss my crack." She exhaled
as she reached back and spread a cheek with one hand while frigging herself with
the other.
A moments pause for the girl to register what was expected of her as she took in
the sight of the grown ups brown puckered hole and then she leaned in face first
feeling the soft flesh engulf her. While she was reticent to comply, she was so
much under Donna's spell that she found herself carrying out the act without
thinking about the potential outcome.
To be honest Donna was surprised at her willingness, since even Brittney put up
more of a fight. She purred happily at the feel of Amanda's tongue as it
wriggled into her asshole and she moaned happily while working two fingers
between her legs in a soft squelching rhythm. She let out a quiet sigh, which in
the stillness of the room sounded like the whisper of some poor departing soul,
and then she let out a quiet reeking fart, right into the young cherubs face.
Amanda struggled for breath as the vile gas filled her mouth, but was stopped
from pulling back by a firm tug on her pigtails as the woman's hand shot out of
her cunt and halted her progress like a jockey reining in a bolting horse.
"Mpphh! Mpphh!" She whimpered.
"Stay very still and open your mouth!" Came the firm but patient voice as
another small fart was released into her mouth.
Donna turned her head round to look at the bedroom mirror, seeing part of her
and the youngster in profile as they acted out this bizarre sex act. She flung
back her head to send her long tawny hair cascading over her shoulders as she
saw the pretty young girl sat on the edge of the bed with her face hidden
between her billowy buttocks...and then she let out another fart right into her
mouth, and then another, and another...until.
"Lay on the mat, c'mon Amanda its time" She thrilled.
'Time for what?' Amanda wondered... were they not doing what Donna wanted her to
do already?
Donna had placed the mad on the bed this time, she wanted to be able to see
herself fully in the mirror and the floor was too low. Without giving Amanda
time to comply she gave a low breathy moan and pushed her down onto her back on
the mat and scrambled onto the bed over her. The load in her bowels was
straining for release.
Amanda looked up in expectation and tried to imagine what was in store for her.
From her vantage point she could see the brown rosebud as it opened and closed
like a clenching fist while beyond that she could see the woman's breasts with
their long distended nipples swelling out of the drooping cones and then Donna's
upside-down face, a picture of perverted lust transforming her beautiful
features.
"This is your big test Amanda darling. I want you to open your pretty mouth nice
and wide for what's to come. When it does, I want you to start eating
everything. Do you understand honey? I'll help you but whatever you do, don't
spit it up or I'll be very cross and you'll get no toys at all, OK?"
"Yyyes." She nodded in anticipation.
"Good girl. Open wide then." Donna said coldly as she prepared to turn another
child into her own personal toilet. With that, she lowered herself down so that
her ass hole was resting atop the girls lips and gently relaxed her bowels. A
small brown turd slid its way out of her anus and pushed its into the child's
mouth. Since she didn't open her mouth wide enough, shit was being scraped by
her teeth as the faeces bullied its way into her tiny oral cavity.
Amada's eyes streamed at the taste and smell that assailed her. Her mind was in
shock. Her stomach didn't heave or gag yet, since her body had yet to process
what was happening to her. All at once, the foulest of flavours erupted into her
taste buds while the feel of the slimy log made her start to heave and retch.
With bulging eyes and her head trembling, it was only with a super human effort
that she managed to stop her self from spitting it out.
Donna knew this was the crucial point so she got up and spun around to face the
four-year-old girl with her mouth full of crap. Looking into her eyes, she could
see they were rife with fear and panic. "Amanda, look at me, look at me dear.
Just try to relax. I know it's hard honey but you need to be brave for me. You
need to think of how much I love you, and oh all the toys, just imagine all
those toys."
While Amanda couldn't help but think of the toys, it was her body fighting
against her mind at this point. She continued to heave and retch, unable to
force her mouth to do the actions required to chew or swallow. When she tried,
it was as if the commands weren't being recognised. It was too much, she just
couldn't do it, the dream of toys couldn't save her now, and her mouth began to
open so she could push the horrid substance out of her mouth.
Seeing this Donna leapt into action. "No dear! Don't! Let me help you." Quickly
she grabbed Amanda's jaw and forced it back closed with her thumbs as her hands
cradled her soft quivering cheeks. "Please keep your mouth closed! You can do it
darling." What was amazing to Donna was that she had imagined just this scenario
when she planned for this evening. As much as Amanda wanted toys, it wasn't as
strong a motivator as a mother's love. That was something she couldn't blackmail
her with. Instead, she had to go with plan B. While still holding the
four-year-old girl's jaw closed with one hand, she reached over to the bedpost
to grab her stockings. Making the fabric flat and wide, she wrapped around the
child's face, across her mouth and around the back of her head. Much like a
tensor bandage, the strong nylon had very little forgiveness. However, just to
be sure, she used the leg to wrap around the top of child's head and then under
her jaw. Amanda's mouth was no match for the tight embrace of Donna' hosiery,
and despite struggling her mouth would not be providing her an escape.
Amanda didn't know what to do now. With her mouth forced shut her eyes flew wide
open. She started to panic and the heaves became more violent.
"I'm sorry I had to use the stockings sweetheart, but it's the only way I can
help you. Look at me Amanda! Look at me. I want you to take a deep breath and
hold it. Do that please darling it will help." She listened as the child
reluctantly complied before continuing, "OK, good girl, now I want you to SLOWLY
exhale. Nice and slow for me dear."
Amanda was still trying to regain control of her body, and so she followed
Donna's instructions to take deep breaths. One after another, she took these
breaths, and despite the rank smell in her nostrils that she couldn't escape,
she was beginning to calm down.
"There you are sweetheart, see, now you're better. Just relax and try to take a
little swallow. Just a little one."
While her stomach still heaved, she was able to force back a small amount of the
shit-soaked saliva that had pooled in her mouth. With that tricking down her
throat, she tried to swallow and her stomach heaved again. Oh the taste was so
disgusting! How did she ever manage to get herself into this?
"Good girl! You had yourself a swallow, now you can do it again and again. Do it
for me honey. Chew it all up and swallow it down like a good girl." Donna
continued to hover over the girl, stroking her hair, as she made progress.
Amanda ground her teeth into the turd gradually breaking it down and swallowing
it bit by bit. With all the heaving, it took nearly five more minutes for the
small burden to go down into her stomach. During the time she ate Donna's shit
she was rewarded by the sound of her Mistresses praise as she urged her on. At
this point Donna removed the hosiery from her mouth and head, no longer worried
that she would reject her vile brown offering.
Once Amanda had swallowed the last bite, she opened her mouth to gasp for
breath, her lips and chin dripping with shit. Her gasp turned to a groan and a
whimper as she saw Donna move around to squat over her face again. "Nooo..." she
weakly protested.
"Shhh... You haven't finished yet dear, there's plenty more to eat so open those
pretty lips...."
Amanda looked up with glazed eyes that were almost devoid of consciousness. She
was defeated. Her mouth slowly opened without resistance as she accepted her
place in this exchange.
Donna couldn't help but be overjoyed by this, since it meant the girl had now
submitted her body to her. "I'm giving you my love darling," Donna announced as
she lowered her hole directly onto Amanda's lips, "Open your mouth and accept
all of my shit."
Amanda grimaced as a pungent brown pear slid out from between the pale cheeks of
Donna's buttocks, as the bowels released another load of faeces into her mouth.
Although her stomach again began to heave, her mind had total control over her
body now. Her mouth was Donna's to do with as she wished. She bit into the rank
offering and closed her eyes as its essence flooded her senses. Slowly, ever so
slowly, she chewed the mouthful until her throat began to bob and push the gooey
load down into her rebelling stomach. Long minutes passed as she swallowed her
meal, slowly slopping, chomping and glugging.
Donna got up from her crouch and turned around to kneel over and watch her eat,
her desperate whimpers to be spared from this disgusting task going unheeded
from the desperate woman above her. Then Donna's eyes widened with wonder when
Amanda opened her empty mouth. Not wanting to discourage this excellent
behaviour, she quickly moved back over the young girl to deliver another load
into her weak mouth. This time she stayed in position connected to Amanda's
mouth, as the delay was becoming much shorter now. The four-year-old was chewing
and swallowing in a purely instinctive manner, opening her mouth each time she
emptied it, only to have it filled again. Poor Donna was in such a state right
now. While she was desperate to have her sexual needs taken care of, she didn't
want to disrupt Amanda's meal. As such she stayed in place and gently fed the
young moppet. The girl's stomach had mostly given up its futile fight against
the putrid meal that was being forced upon it, barely able to muster a gentle
heave when Donna finished having her way with it.
With her bowels empty, Donna remained seated on Amanda's face and let out a
relaxed and contented sigh. She let her eyes travel down Amanda's body until
they fastened on her bloated stomach, then she soothingly traced the swollen
abdomen with her fingers. Wonderingly caressing the proof of her lover's
adoration, she then felt her orgasm as it began to rise up. She had to wait
though. "Time to clean me up dear. Lick my bottom until it's spotless." she said
casually as she waited for the four-year-old girl's to serve as her toilet
paper.
Amanda's mind was in another place, and her body simply followed the
instructions given to her.
With her ass crystal clean, she needed to make sure this meal stayed right where
it belonged. Carefully sliding off the bed so as to not jostle her nearly
comatose young lover, she grabbed a Gravol suppository from the end table and
then lifted up the young girl's legs to insert it in her bottom. With that in
place she gently moved the girl up so she could remove the mat, then carefully
placed the girl under the covers.
Climbing back up onto the bed, Donna once again mounted the upturned face of
young Amanda. This time, unlike how she had done with Brittany, she was going to
allow herself to seek pleasure from riding the young girl's face. The experience
was so intense to her that she was leaking already. It wouldn't take much to
provide her cunt with the pleasure it deserved. Given Amanda's defeated state,
she felt that the girl could handle it.
"Take me there Amanda.... Suck my clit... I'm on the verge."
With a soft whimper of submission from Amanda, Donna climbed onto her face and
hunkered her seeping pussy down onto her lips. She climaxed at the first feel of
the child's tongue as it flicked across the tip of her clit and then wept out a
river of syrupy lust into her mouth. With the child slowly swallowing her cream,
Donna started the slow process of rocking her baby to sleep with her pussy. She
began to slowly masturbate herself on the angel's face, while cooing "Shhh" to
her. The young girl was slowly being facefucked into submission by the sodden
quim riding her lips, providing assurance that Donna's shit would stay safely
inside her. The room was now silent save for the quiet groans of the bedsprings.
Reaching down, Donna smiled as she caressed a newly bloated belly.
EPILOGUE
On the day when she was to return Amanda, Donna was a bit surprised to find no
one at home. Thinking that perhaps their return had been delayed, she went back
home and checked with the port authority, who confirmed that the ship had docked
late that morning. Since it was dinnertime, Donna knew something must have
happened. Picking up the paper that Jean provided to her, Donna called America
and reached Jean's sister Geraldine. It had seemed that while Jean had provided
contact information to her relatives, she hadn't provided her relatives with
contact information for Donna.
Upon reaching Geraldine, they told Donna the news. While on a port of call in
Mexico, the tour bus Jean and David Dawson were on went off the road, killing
the majority of the passengers, including Amanda's parents. After the initial
shock, the next matter of business was what was to become of poor Amanda. Since
the girl was adopted, she had no blood relatives. All of Jean and David Dawson's
relatives were older, and none was very keen on being forced raise a child as
they entered retirement. While the circumstances were tragic, it was certainly
an opportunity, and Donna knew it.
After expressing her condolences, she suggested that unless no one in the family
wanted to come and claim the child, that she would be willing to adopt her. With
Geraldine's assurance that this would be acceptable, they set in motion what was
necessary to make that a reality. While breaking the news to Amanda was hard on
the poor girl, she knew that the girl would adapt. Since these weren't her birth
parents, it seemed that Amanda wasn't as despondent as she expected. Given the
circumstances, Donna put aside her sexual use of the girl for the time being.
Making a call to Susan, she explained what happened and asked if she could take
Brittney home with her and keep her there for a couple weeks so Amanda could
recover in peace. Susan was happy to oblige Donna, and Brittney would spend the
next two weeks as toilet to yet another woman. To take full advantage of this,
Susan actually took more holiday time off from work so that she could spend more
time at home.
Brittney wasn't really bothered by this development, since she had become very
much used to being a toilet for older women. During her time with Ellen Peters,
Brittney fell into the same routine as she had with her mother and Susan.
Although Ellen had seemed hesitant, after the first night in Ellen's bed
Brittney knew this woman would be using her like the others, and she did. After
the two weeks had passed, Brittney was back at home and Amanda had accepted the
loss of her parents. While she was sad, she knew that they were never coming
back.
This was when Donna began her new life. Her first order of business was to have
a plumber remove the toilet in her en-suite bathroom. She had no use of it now,
and she could always use the one in the hall. While the plumber thought she was
off her rocker, he nevertheless did his job and took the toilet bowl away. For
Donna she wanted to make the commitment to her new lifestyle. Next, she moved
Brittney into her own bedroom, along with many of her toys, and placed Amanda
into Brittney's old bedroom. Seeing as Brittney hardly used her bed anyway, this
wasn't much of a bother to her.
Next came toilet duties. After sitting down with both girls, she explained that
they would now be the only 'toilets' Donna used at home. The children both
nodded and accepted their roles without objection. For her part, Donna had been
altering her diet so that she only needed to have a bowel movement every second
day. This was necessary since she knew it would be too extreme for her to use
the children every second day. With this change, each child would only be
expected to consume her shit once every 4 days. 'Reasonable', she thought to
herself.
As for urine and sexual duties, that varied. For urine, Donna would simply make
use of whatever child was nearest. If they were both nearby the two children
would sometimes bicker about "who had it last time" but Donna would have none of
it, instead making them both drink from her. For sexual services, it was much
the same, casually grabbing either child's head and stuffing it between he legs
as the mood suited her.
Donna maintained her schedule of after-dinner bowel movements, thus assuring the
children would always be able to sleep while digesting her shit. As for Donna's
meetings with Susan, those meetings now happened at her house on Saturday
nights. On that day, Donna made the sacrifice of using a regular toilet for her
faeces, so that Susan would be able to have that opportunity with the girls.
Since the children were on 4-day rotations, it meant the children alternated
each Saturday. That gave Susan a chance to brown the both of them.
The first use of Amanda's mouth almost killed poor Susan, who came so hard
afterwards that she was actually doubled over with cramps. Every Saturday Susan
would stay the night, which Donna facilitated by putting a larger bed in
Amanda's room. Donna would go to sleep with the toilet girl from that night, and
Susan would take the other girl. Come Sunday morning that child usually didn't
rise until nearly noon given how late she had been kept up pleasuring Susan with
her mouth.
A month later, Donna was sitting in her easy chair reading the Saturday paper
with young Amanda's head busy under her skirt. Hearing a noise outside, Donna
looked up to see a moving truck pull up to the house next door. It had been
recently sold, and she was wondering who would be moving in. She wouldn't have
to wonder much longer, as a van drove up and a small family exited the vehicle.
Her eyes widened when she saw a gorgeous youngster not more than five years old.
"Beautiful..." she said with a sly smile as she got up to introduce herself to
her new neighbours.
The end
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