Chapter One – Talking Points

"I have another idea if you're interested."

"I hope it's something good this time. He never used that toolkit I bought him last year."

Sammy and her mother were chatting in the kitchen together, cooking supper and discussing her father's upcoming birthday. Less than a week to go, but Sammy, as usual, hadn't thought of a present for him yet - that was why she was badgering her mother for ideas. There'd been the usual boring suggestions, socks and chocolates, easily rejected. Now her mother’s face lit up, she'd thought of something rather special.

"He'll definitely like this idea, but only if you're really up for it."

"Okay mum, you've got me interested. What is it?"

"Well, why don't you put on a snuff show for him?"

That stopped the teenager in her tracks. It wasn’t something she’d thought of it before, but why not? She knew her dad enjoyed a good snuff show. He'd been complaining only last week he never seemed to find the time to get to them any more.

"That's a great idea mum! I'm sure dad'll love it." Sammy answered, relieved - finally a decent idea.

It was an exciting choice, but the initial high quickly wore off. What did she really know about putting on a snuff show? Sammy paused in her work and looked to her mother.

"You'll have to help me with it though."

"Of course I will, darling." Debbie grinned, " We might even make him glad you gave him that toolkit."

"Does that mean you'll MC for me?"

"I'd love to." Debbie said enthusiastically, then hesitated - was her daughter just being polite?

She tried suggesting an alternative MC, but not too forcefully, "Unless you want your sister to do it?"

"Eve! No!" Sammy and Eve were constantly at loggerheads, Eve always trying to upstage her big sister.

Debbie's couldn't stop her face breaking into a cheerful smile, even as she attempted to lightly chastise her eldest daughter, "Don't be so mean, I'm sure Eve would do her best."

"So long as she can take the spotlight, yes."

Debbie diplomatically ignored this. "I am glad you chose me though. I reckon we can have some fun."

That made Sammy look at her mother's face. The woman was as delighted like you’d expect a mother to be, but not as surprised to be asked as Sammy would have expected. She wanted to know why.

"Did you plan this? I think you knew I'd want somebody familiar - and that I'd never choose Eve.” The look on her mother’s face answered her question. “How long have you been trying to get at me?"

"Pretty much since you first started growing tits." her mother confessed. "I've just been wondering how to persuade you."

"Well, I didn't take a lot of persuading, did I?" Sammy wanted to be upset at this news, but was too full of nervous excitement to care. Instead she just squeezed her prominent bosom. "At least now you've waited these are a better target."

They certainly were a better target. Since blossoming into womanhood, there was no danger of Sammy being mistaken for a boy. Even in her best sports bra, her breasts bounced around like a pair of hyperactive kittens.

"The pleasure of a young body." Debbie looked at her daughter's soft curves with a little regret. “I always meant to star in a show when I was your age.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“You know. I got distracted, met your dad.” Debbie blustered a little. “Then it was too late.”

"Never mind mum." Sammy consoled her. "You can do everything you missed out on to me."

"Everything?" Debbie looked hopeful.

Sammy swallowed. Her mother often went with her dad to snuff shows, and came home pretty excited after who knew what extreme stuff. Would she want her daughter to do all of that? Still, if she was giving her father a present, why not give her mother one as well?

"I promise, anything you like."

****

Well, she thought, later that evening as she lay in her bedroom, she was committed now. Her mother had always taught her to take a promise seriously. At least it would only be in front of her parents and sister, she'd never fancied taking part in a public show.

Sammy had always been a little shy about her body. While not exactly fat, she was definitely quite plump. Her generous tits had always been a source of pride to her, but also the cause of some embarrassment. Like most women she thought her bum was too fat, but then she'd never seen the admiring glances that often followed her. She'd always liked her hair though, thick, brown and cut well below her shoulders.

Safe in the privacy of her bedroom, Sammy stripped and went to stand in front of the long mirror on her wardrobe. wondering how she’d look as she entertained her father. She tried sucking in her tummy as she stood profiled in the glass, but that didn't help. At least she'd been lucky enough to grow a thick thatch of dark pubes to hide her most intimate parts, even when naked. Not, she suspected, that they would help much in the long run. Sammy had never really been interested in watching snuff shows, but she'd picked up enough to realise she'd probably have to expose everything.

Being naked shouldn’t be too bad, she thought, everyone who’ll be there has seen all my bits before, even if it was quite a long time ago. Choosing mum was a good move, she always makes things fun. With mamma their keeping everything light, there is a good chance I’ll get over the naked bit without even caring.

****

"Mum, why was the social club ringing to confirm your room booking for dad's birthday?"

Debbie looked puzzled at the question. "For our snuff show of course. We'd never get everybody into the living room."

Sammy looked horrified. "You're inviting an audience! You know I hate being the centre of attention."

"Of course love." Debbie gave her daughter a concerned smile. "Surely you know I enjoy humiliation, that's why I asked you if you meant everything."

She hadn't realised her mother was into humiliation. Maybe if she’d been a little more curious as to why her parents always came back from a snuff show on a high, but Sammy preferred getting to bed early. Her sister Eve was always the attentive audience for her mother to relive the night to.

"So all of dad's friends are going to be there to see me?"

"And mine as well." Debbie looked surprised, but was there just a hint she was starting to enjoy Sammy's discomfort? "And the rest of the family of course."

Her cousins, aunts and uncles, even grandparents, she was going to be exposed in front of all of them! And then another shocking thought came to her, "You haven't invited any of my friends?"

"All the ones I could think of, yes." Debbie was now definitely looking delighted at Sammy's distress. "You did say I should do everything to you I’d ever wanted for myself, and being degraded in front of everyone you know is right up there. That’s why I invited all the kids from your class."

"Hang on!..." Sammy started to protest, this last news really pushing her limits. Then she paused, she had made a promise.

Debbie leapt into the gap while her daughter was thinking, "Come on Sammy. It's not going to be much of a snuff show for your dad if there's only us four there."

This was a good point. Reluctantly, she said, "I suppose so, I just hadn't thought about being in public."

"That's my girl. And, don't worry, I'll be there."

Sammy even managed to smile at this. "Yes, but you'll be the one tormenting me."

"True, but isn't it better to have someone who really knows how to push your buttons, so you put on a great show?"

She was almost annoyed at the sense this made, but intelligent enough not to try and deny it. "You're right mum. I'm sorry, I hadn't thought it through. Dad does like humiliation, doesn't he? 'Cos this is going to be totally embarrassing."

"Maybe not as much as me, but he's often said it wouldn't be a proper snuff show without it."

The shock diminishing, Sammy was coming round to the idea. Anyway, she’d wanted to give her mother a real present as well, and the excited look on Debbie’s face was what she’d been after. She liked pleasing her parents, so, even with this latest news, Sammy still reckoned getting her mother to help had been a good idea.

Sammy reached over and drew her mother in for a big hug. She might be nervous - she hadn't bargained for all this - but she was determined to get it right.

"Thanks mum. I knew I needed you around, otherwise it just wouldn’t be the same."

Even as they hugged, Sammy discovered another unexpected consequence when she felt her mother's hand cupping one of her buttocks.

"Mum! We're not performing yet."

"I know that dear. But, if you’re serious about putting on a good show, I need to be familiar with your body."

Sammy realised her mother hadn't seen her naked for years. It wasn’t unreasonable to want to get a feel for her body. Trying to be practical she asked, "Do you need me to strip for you?"

"That would be good, but not now." she saw the relief in her daughter's face. "We'll do it properly tomorrow after school, so I can take some photos and measurements."

Debbie felt a little thrill of surrogate pleasure as she watched her teenager’s face fall. She might be past performing herself, but she couldn't help being excited at the thought of living out her dreams through her daughter.

****

It was odd being at school the next day. The invitations would be in the post and she knew how, all too soon, everyone would be looking at her and wondering.

Luckily after lunch she had a class with Miss Corby. That provided a distraction for her. Miss Corby was a slim young blonde, with a sweet oval face and a pair of full, kissable lips, always dressed in smart, but very flattering, clothes. Sammy certainly wasn't the only person in the school to have a thing for this teacher, but she was among the most ardent.

The class wasn't holding her attention, and, without realising, she squirmed gently in her seat as she fantasised about the pretty blonde teacher. In her mind Miss Corby had pushed her back, naked, into her chair, and was kissing down her belly to reach the moist cleft between her legs, where a probing tongue could drive her wild.

"Sammy! Are you listening to me?"

Her teacher's sharp voice snapped Sammy out of her reverie. She reluctantly left behind the image of Miss Corby rising from between her legs to kiss her full on the mouth, the dampness of her sex still on those soft pink lips.

She could hardly look at her teacher's face as she mumbled, "Yes miss."

"Try to pay attention Sammy." Miss Corby sighed, ignoring the obvious lie.

****

Leaving school, lost in her own thoughts, Sammy started when a hand gently grabbed her arm.

“You’ve been a bit quiet today Sam. What’s up?”

Sammy turned to see Alicia, probably her best friend in the school. Should she confide in her? Why not? If her mum hadn't forgotten, the invites had gone out today, she might as well spill and see if Alicia had any advice.

"It's about my dad's birthday present." Sammy confessed. "I'm not sure if I'm doing the right thing."

"Why?" Alicia sounded intrigued. "What have you got him?"

"Not exactly got him." she looked awkward. "It's more what I'm giving him. My mum suggested I do a snuff show, and I said yes."

Alicia looked at her friend in astonishment. If she’d had to guess which of the sisters would put on a stuff show, it wouldn’t have been Sammy. "Wow! I'm impressed, I didn't think you had it in you."

"I'm not sure I do any longer." Sammy admitted. "I was thinking of a little family thing at home, but my mum's gone and hired a room. I think she's planning on inviting everybody."

"Including me?" Alicia asked excitedly. "I wouldn't want to miss that."

Her friend's enthusiasm didn't cheer her up, and Sammy dispiritedly replied, "I'm sure you're invited. You and everybody else getting to see my fat ugly body."

"You're not fat, or ugly. I know you're not skinny, but most people like a bit of flesh on a snuff girl, it always looks better when they're shaking or being hit."

"You really think so?"

"Yeah. Anyway, skinny girls break too easily. You can really mess up a fat girl before you've cracked a single bone."

"And how would you know that?"

"You should have come when my parents invited you to join my birthday treat. In the lobby there was this great whale of a girl and a bloke with a baseball bat - trying to set some kind of record apparently. Anyway, he was still going after the show. The whale was really messed up, but she could still move."

"That sounds okay. It’s just doing the naked bit, I'm not like my sister."

"Like anybody's going to bother to come and see Eve naked." Alicia replied sardonically, then, after a moment’s pause for thought, added, "Again."

This made them both chuckle. After that, they managed to keep the conversation much lighter. By the time she said goodbye to Alicia at the end of her road, Sammy was feeling really quite cheerful.

This story is a fantasy, set in another place, with only the slightest passing nod to our reality as it’s glimpsed on a distant horizon. If this isn’t immediately apparent to you, I strongly suggest you seek urgent psychiatric care.