Raquel's Tales

Of Perverse Delights

The Restaurant

By Raquel Silestra

(Bad Hygiene, Scat, Vomit, Lesbianism, Romance, Incest, Pedo, Messy, Violence, Food-play, etc.)

WARNING: Don't read this story if you are under 18 years of age or offended by any of the above topics. The author does not condone anything illegal. Abide by all the laws that apply to your locality and country. Now that all that is said and done, if you aren't offended by incest, or shit eating, or disgusting practices, or lesbianism, or smoking, or anything at all, then you may read on, and please - enjoy!

Part One

Jennifer Meadows, a thirty-year-old single mother with one daughter, padded barefoot through the house in her usual light blue jeans and cream-colored t-shirt (underneath which her 32-C tits were bare). The mail should have arrived by now, she thought to herself, and upon checking the letterbox she saw that she was correct; the mail had already been delivered earlier that morning.

Tossing her long blond curls, Jennifer plopped down on the loveseat, her soft dirty wrinkly bare feet with hard cracked heels dangling over the edge as she began to go through the junk mail and letters. Oh good, she thought as a plastic-wrapped magazine caught her eye in the pile, my newest issue of 'Filth Whore' is here. She tore off the plastic and set the pornographic underground lesbian periodical down beside the sofa, planning to read it as soon as she finished with the rest of the mail. But the next piece of mail was something of a mystery. It was an envelope with intricately beautiful gold stamp foil adorning the surface. 'Jennifer' (first name only) was inscribed in beautiful black-inked calligraphy on the front. On its back, there was an old-fashioned wax seal that was shaped like a tiny cunt. Intrigued, Jennifer cracked the seal gently and pulled out a small perfumed card. It read as follows:

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You are cordially invited to attend the premiere evening dinner of Chez Cherie, a new, very select restaurant that caters exclusively to all those ladies and girls that enjoy the finer things in life. Our pricing structure allows any female, regardless of their financial situation, to afford continued visits to our fine establishment. Our prices simply must be seen to be believed! And of course, as you will see, our menu is nothing less than a cuisine connoisseur's  dreams come true. We look forward to providing you with a memorable six-star dining experience. Premiere festivities will begin at 5:30pm, tomorrow evening. Please dress formally for this occasion (except when notified, dress codes for patrons will not be required and everyday casual clothing will be more than acceptable). Sincerely, Miss Lauren A. Smellings.

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"What an odd name," Jennifer Meadows thought to herself as she read the fancy invitation again, smelling the lilac perfume it was scented with. "A new restaurant, Chez Cherie - I remember Ellen saying something at work about this place when it was still being constructed...I guess she heard right, it is for girls only." Jennifer laid the lace-trimmed card down on the kitchen table and lit herself a cigarette. It seemed too interesting an invitation to pass up. The restaurant was obviously a sophisticated one, if their invite was any indication. "I think I'll go," she decided, "and take Summer with me. It's been a long time since I took her to anything formal." Summer, Jennifer's seven-year old daughter, would be home from school in a few hours. An apple-cheeked scamp of a girl, Summer had very long raven-black hair that reached to her bottom, often kept in a thick, pretty ponytail or a large single braid. To the best of Jennifer's knowledge, Summer had no idea that her mother was a lesbian. To the best of her knowledge, virtually no one knew since one couldn't tell so from her typical looks, and Jennifer, though friendly, came off as somewhat shy at work and with friends.

A few hours later, little Summer came running through the door, tossing her books messily on the floor and rushing to the refrigerator. "Hi Mummy!" she called out, standing on her tip-toes in order to grasp the bottle of fruit juice that sat on the top rack of the fridge.

Jennifer quickly pulled on and zipped up her blue jeans; she had been masturbating her bare wet cunt to her new magazine with wild abandon, completely losing track of the time. Rubbing her bare toes dry on the carpet (she had been sucking on her own dirty, smelly bare toes while masturbating, drenching them in warm spit), she took a quick look in the mirror hanging on the living room wall. "Hi honey!" she called back to her daughter, twisting her mussed-up long blond curly hair back into a quick ponytail with a pink fuzzy scrunchie. There was little that she could do about the evident flush in her cheeks, but she didn't think that Summer would notice it.

Walking into the kitchen, she saw Summer kneeling on the countertop in search of a glass for her juice, having used a footstool to get up. Summer was wearing her school uniform, a smart navy vest over a white turtleneck sweater, checkered miniskirt, navy tights, and matching buckle shoes. Her school jacket was lying on the floor in a puddle, which Jennifer noticed the moment she stepped on it in her bare feet. Summer was soaked through with rain, but like most little girls, didn't seem bothered by such a thing.

"Summer!" Jennifer said, picking her daughter up. "You're soaked through, why didn't you call home if it was raining? I would have come and picked you up in the car - you're going to catch cold, young lady."

"No I won't," Summer said predictably, picking up the bottle of juice that she had placed on the floor and holding it up. "Can you pour me some juice, Mummy?" she asked with a smile.

Jennifer gave an amused look of mock-sternness to the little girl, and took the bottle from her. "Yes," she said. "But when you wake up with a stuffy, snotty nose and feel sick, don't say that I didn't tell you so." Handing Summer her glass of juice, she couldn't really find fault with her; Jennifer often took walks in the rain, enjoying that all-over wet feeling as much as her daughter did. Sitting at the kitchen table, the seven-year-old girl drank half the glass in one quick series of gulps. A breath later, she belched loudly. Both ladies giggled.

"I do hope you'll remember not to behave that way when we go out tomorrow evening," Jennifer said, tenderly chiding as she picked up Summer's school jacket and took it into the adjoining laundry room.

"Where are we going?" Summer asked.

"We've been invited to a formal dinner at a brand-new restaurant," Jennifer explained as she stepped back into the kitchen, beckoning Summer to come over. "Come on now, off with those wet clothes, or you really will catch cold and you wouldn't want to miss the fancy dinner now, would you?"

Summer held her arms up so her mother could peel the wet sweater off of her. Sitting down on the floor, she lifted her legs as Jennifer grabbed the waistband of her wet tights and pulled them off along with her skirt. Lately, Summer had taken to wearing no panties underneath her tights, and today was no exception from the look of things. Jennifer felt a wet tingle in her cunt as she stood holding her daughter's dripping clothes, watching as the now-nude Summer got up and walked back to the table to get her juice. Her pale, perfectly round little bum cheeks jiggled with baby fat as she walked, right at the crease where her cheeks met her legs. Taking care not to stare too long, Jennifer began to sort the clothes into the washing machine. A moment later Summer was back with her juice, standing in the doorway and watching her.

"So what kind of place is it?" she asked. "Is it really fancy, like a place where the Queen would go to eat?"

Jennifer laughed. "Well," she said, "probably not that fancy, although since I've never been there before, I don't know for sure. It's their first dinner, so we'll be among the first to find out. I do know something about it that you might find interesting, perhaps mysterious..." Summer loved mysteries, and Jennifer encouraged her imagination. "Really?" Summer said, wide-eyed with a grin on her pretty face. "What? Do tell."

Jennifer finished putting the soap into the machine, shut the lid and pressed the activation button. Turning with a grin towards her nude daughter, she said, "It's a restaurant that's only for girls."

Summer squealed as Jennifer picked her up, and wrapped her little arms around her mother's neck. "Ooh! It's really only for girls?" she asked, to which Jennifer nodded yes. "That sounds neat...and like a mystery," the imaginative little girl added as she was carried upstairs. For her part, Jennifer drooled (subtly, she hoped) over her little girl's flat bare chest and matching nipples (which had grown into cold stiff nubbins) as she took her upstairs and tucked her in underneath the warm, cozy bedcovers. Summer would sleep with Jennifer tonight, instead of in her own bed.

"Now you just lie here and get warm," Jennifer instructed, fluffing the pillows and pushing a stray lock of Summer's long dark hair aside as she leaned over and gave her a soft, gentle kiss on the forehead. "I'll make some chicken soup and grilled cheese sandwiches, and we'll watch a DVD in bed, OK honey?"

"OK, Mummy," Summer said happily, wriggling comfortably under the covers.

Looking once more with fondness upon her sweet little darling, her long black tresses askew on the goose-down pillows and framing her cherubic face as she lay there safely tucked in, Jennifer smiled and padded softly down the stairs to prepare their simple supper.

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Part Two

Bringing up the soup 'n' sandwiches on a lap-tray, Jennifer set them down gingerly on the bed after instructing Summer to sit up. Jennifer then pulled off her t-shirt and quickly shucked off her blue jeans. Summer saw this and giggled.

"Now we're both naked, Mummy!" she giggled, amused by their mutual state of total nudity. Jennifer smiled. "Well body heat is the best thing to stave off those cold germs that want to try and get into you," she answered, lifting the supper tray as she slipped under the covers with her daughter, bringing it down again to rest on their covered laps. "Mummy will keep you nice and warm all night, honey. Now let's eat and I'll start the movie." Picking up the remote control resting on the night-table by the bed while Summer began to dip her sandwich into the homemade chicken soup, Jennifer activated the large television atop the clothes dresser which faced the foot of the bed, and pressed 'Play'. A moment later, the previously inserted 'Shrek' DVD started up and Jennifer & Summer settled back into the pillows to eat and watch.

"Careful dear," Jennifer cautioned when Summer squealed with laughter at the stupid donkey on the screen and jostled the soup bowls. "Remember what I told you the last time you spilled something - next time I'd make you lick it up like a puppy dog."

"I know," Summer said, holding the tray even as she settled down. "I won't spill it. But if you spill it, you have to lick it up like a doggie too!"

Jennifer laughed and tousled her daughter's long black hair. "Very well," she said with a smile and returned her attention to the movie. She left her arm draped around Summer's shoulder and began to 'innocently' play with the girl's right nipple, stimulating it, rolling it between her fingertips and giving it light pinches and tugs, till it was fully erect again, standing out stiffly on her flat, bare little chest. Summer didn't mind at all, since it felt rather nice and her mother had played with her nipples ever since she could remember.

During this, with her left hand underneath the covers, Jennifer began to masturbate her wet cunt as unobtrusively as she could, thinking if she just didn't move around too much, she could get away with it without her daughter noticing what she was doing. Running her middle finger over the sensitive flesh of her clitoris, Jennifer had to suppress a sharp, sudden intake of breath - it felt sooo good to do this while naughtily molesting her child. She was not entirely successful, and Summer took notice.

"Mummy?" she asked, turning her head to look at the older woman in puzzlement. "Are you OK?"

"Y-yes dear...I'm fine, just rest and watch the movie, you'll miss the good bits," Jennifer breathed, still rubbing herself while molesting her daughter's hard nipple. Sliding two fingers into her now-gooey cunt tunnel, she clamped her cunt muscles hard on them and enjoyed the pleasurable sensations rippling through her as her twat reacted to the finger-fuck it was receiving. Jennifer spread her legs a bit more and her bare toes curled in delight as she began to bang her own box with less subtlety. Bending her right leg at the knee, Jennifer began to rub her bare sole up and down on Summer's soft little leg. Summer giggled.

"Mummy, that tickles," she chuckled, "and your knee is blocking the screen, I'm missing it!"

"Sorry dear," Jennifer panted, grinning at Summer. "Why don't you lie down on your stomach near the front of the bed? Mummy just has a...an itch she's scratching. You just lay down there on top of the covers while I scratch, OK?"

"OK," Summer agreed, and scrambled out from under the covers, taking a pillow to rest her arms on. Flopping onto the bedspread and resting her chin on her folded arms, Summer dangled her tiny legs and bare feet back and forth in the air as she watched the TV, giving her still-masturbating nude mother a perfect view between Summer's legs of her completely hairless little cunt-slit, her vulva plump like a peach. Summer's child-anus, an off-pink color, so puckered and warm, was the focus of Jennifer's gaze in particular as she added a third finger to her squelchy cunt while rubbing her clit with her right hand. As the long-haired blonde lesbian mother stared with lust at the girl's rectum, she reminisced about all the times she'd buried her face in Summer's shit-filled diapers and eaten her baby's shit...or smeared it into her skin like body cream. Not for the first time, Jennifer wished she hadn't toilet-trained Summer, and had instead taught the girl to go anywhere but the toilet. On the rug...in her tights...in my mouth...in my cunt, Jennifer thought to herself lasciviously. Such filthy ideas excited her greatly, and she reveled in them. With each new wicked thought (and ogle of her young, only child) her movements under the sheets increased. Sliding two wet fingers into her smelly anus, she lost all self-control as she felt her fingers sink through a soft waiting turd, while at the very same moment Summer absent-mindedly reached behind herself to scratch her naked prepubescent vagina.

Biting her bottom lip, she trembled as she felt her orgasm nearing, growling with desire through her clenched teeth. Summer had interrupted her earlier masturbation-session earlier that day, and it had left her frustrated. She had been melting over the pictorial featuring six year-old lesbian child-porn star Sandra Ferguson (rumor had it that she was the illegitimate child of the Duchess of York, Sarah "Fergie" Ferguson, and that Fergie herself had trained Sandra to become a lesbian kiddy-porn star), a cute little slut with mid-length red hair, trimmed bangs, and the horniest baby-slit Jennifer had ever seen. Sandra oozed sex in every photo; even her smile and her eyes said, "I wanna be your baby-slut, Mummy. Can I suck your pudgy, soft, stinky bare toes?"

Jennifer couldn't help but moan as she really started to shake the bed, masturbating furiously. For a second or two, she tried to time her moans to come when the sound on the TV was loudest, but it was no good. Her movements of wild abandon gave her away regardless of her gasps and grunts.

Summer was startled by the bed's shaking so hard. "Mummy, what are you doing? You're gonna spill - " No sooner did the words escape her lips, than come true. As Jennifer kicked her legs up and apart (her clenching cunt gushing - her clit exploding in orgasmic bliss), the tray went flying and a mess of now-cool chicken soup splattered all over both of them and the sheets.

"Mummy, you spilled it!" Wiping broth from her hair and eyes, Summer clambered over, feeling vindicated of her earlier jostling. "You have to lick it all up like a doggie now!" She was too interested in making her mother face the music to think about anything else, otherwise she would have asked Jennifer why she had her fingers inside her holes and was rubbing herself so hard and shaking so much. Impatient, Summer threw herself on top of her naked mother, and wrapped her arms around Jennifer's neck. "Come on, Mummy, if I gotta follow the rules, you do too!"

Jennifer looked into her daughter's eyes with glazed, fiery lust. "Alright honey," she gasped, "just *pant*...just lay down and I'll start to lick it up."

"Nuh unh!" Summer insisted. "You always spank me when I get in trouble, so I'm going to spank you on your bare bum while you lick up the mess you made. Bend over! On your hands and knees, doggie - now!" Jennifer was very turned on by this suggestion, and the dominant way her daughter was treating her. She complied, getting on her hands and knees and spreading her legs apart enough so that her hairy juicing cunt folds and the distended ring of her slightly poo-smeared juicy dirty shithole were clearly visible to the small girl, who now knelt triumphantly behind the woman who gave birth to her only seven years before. "Go on," she encouraged the girl, "look at Mummy's, oops, I mean doggie's, big, bare bum. I'm a bad doggie and I'm bending over for my punishment - if I don't obey you I'll get thrashed even harder, won't I? On my big white cheeks while I clean up."

"That's right doggie, you have to do what I say 'cause it's your fault that you're the doggie now," Summer babbled, running her soft hands all over the smooth, round expanse of Jennifer's big bare bum cheeks. "You made a bad mess, didn't you?!" With that, Jennifer felt a resounding SMACK! as Summer walloped her left bum-cheek with her little palm as hard as she could. "Owww!" Jennifer yelped, cringing and falling onto her stomach in a reflexive attempt to get away from Summer's punishing hand. Despite her daughter's small stature, the smack had really smarted. Summer's red palm-print was now imprinted on her rear.

"Bad doggie!" Summer shouted, reaching down to grab her mother's long blonde ponytail like one would grab a dog's choke-chain. "You have to stay on your hands and knees while I spank you! And start licking up your mess! Now I have to start over 'cause you moved." Summer grinned, drunk on the role-reversal power she was feeling from this game. Mummy's always spanking me, even when I do nothing wrong, she thought to herself, and always on my bare bum! Well now she's going to get spanked!

SMACKK!! "Clumsy doggie!"

SLAPPP!! "Stay still or I'll start over again!"

TTHWACK!! "Get every drop of the soup you spilled!"

SSMACKK!!! "(giggles) I hope you like having a sore bum, doggie!"

Jennifer did, in fact, enjoy having red, sore ass-cheeks. She couldn't remember the last time she'd gotten an honest-to-goodness spanking - I think it was four years ago, at the lesbian bed-&-breakfast that some Finnish slut named Ilka...Elke...Inga...or something like that, took me to for a one-night stand, she recalled fondly after a moment's thought between smacks (she had barely been able to sit for a week after that intense evening of bruise-inducing bum slapping and filthy lesbian shit-eating/smearing/licking sex) - and she was loving every moment of it. The fact that she was naked, and receiving her punishment from her naked seven-year-old daughter (who was treating her like a dog) heightened the erotic heat coursing through her. She was surprised to find her little girl could deliver such stinging, painful blows like this. She began to cry as Summer really started to lay it on thick, for it truly hurt.

"SHUT UP OR YOU'LL GET MORE!" Summer shouted into her mother's ear, pulling viciously on Jennifer's long blonde ponytail (nearly hard enough to tear it out by the roots). "You're a very bad puppy dog and your cry-baby blubbing is making me lose count of your spanks!"

After a while though, Summer's arm got tired and so, giving her mum a hard, painful kick in the bottom, she instructed her to continue cleaning ("get licking, stupid doggie!"). But it was not as easy as it looked, and after a time Jennifer knew she had failed. Hopelessly failing to lick up all the spilled soup (since most of it had soaked into the bedsheets), Jennifer turned around, a wicked idea forming in her head. "Lie down honey," she said gently. "Mummy has to lick off all the soup that got on you."

Summer giggled with glee, having a naughty idea of her own, and quickly got on her hands and knees. "You can start with my poo-hole," she ordered domineeringly. "I think a few drops spilled there."

"Alright," Jennifer said with a smile, figuring that Summer had ordered her to do this thinking she would consider it unpleasant. "You're a big girl now though, honey. And big girls like to use bad words. I think you can start calling it what big girls call it - it's your shit-hole." Summer gasped a little upon hearing her mother say a bad word (shit). Realizing that Jennifer had just given her permission to use bad words, Summer spread open her tiny bare bum cheeks with her hands and said, "Good! Then lick my dirty shit-hole...you...you fucking bitch!"

Both Jennifer (and Summer herself) were momentarily taken aback by the little girl's choice of language . It just sounded unusual to hear the heretofore innocent, well-mannered child use those words; Jennifer hadn't even known Summer had learned those words yet, although with schoolyards the way they are nowadays, she supposed that was a bit naive of her. Regardless, she approved and corrupting her daughter in even this small way was making her cunt hot, tingly and wet. For her part, Summer felt a rush of nervous adrenaline as she swore at her mum, using words she had heard her teacher, Mrs. Gibbs, use during a smoke-break behind the school, while on a cell-phone call. Part of her half-expected to be punished for what she'd just said to Jennifer; but the blonde lesbian just dove in and started sucking her daughter's anus, sliding her wet pink tongue deep inside and wiggling it all around. The little girl giggled, thinking her mother's tongue felt like a worm looking for something. "That's very good, darling," Jennifer mumbled between anus-snogs, "words like fuck and shit...I want you to use as many bad words as you can in every sentence from now on. You enjoy swearing, don't you?"

Summer grinned, and gasped in pleasure as her mother's tongue slid around deep in her dirty shit-hole. "FUCK YES, you shit-eating slut bitch! I eavesdropped on Mrs. Gibbs and she swears a lot on her cell phone. I learned all sorts of bad dirty big-girl words and phrases listening to her foul mouth - now SHUT UP and LICK MY SHITHOLE, STUPID! Doggies can't talk, they bark, so bark like the dumb doggie you are!"

Jennifer complied. "Woof!" she barked. "Woof - wooo-oofff!!"

As Jennifer continued to snog her daughter's shit-hole, she allowed her fingers to start rubbing Summer's tiny clitoris and slick cunt-slit. "Ooohh, Mummy..." Summer groaned, squirming around on the sheets as she hunched back into Jennifer's face and hand, "I...that feels good..." She grabbed the sheets in her little fists and spread her legs further apart. "Please don't stop, Mummy," she whispered, her breath coming in hot, quick pants now.

Jennifer had no intention of stopping. She slid a finger into the trembling child's vagina, pushing forward until she felt the girl's hymen. She wanted to save ripping Summer's cherry open for her first proper lesbian fuck with a strap-on dildo. So she resisted the impulse to poke her fingers through it, and try to fit her whole fist inside Summer's prepubescent creamy cunt. Moving her tongue down to Summer's wet twat, Jennifer began to perform cunnilingus on her child, and within a moment the over-stimulated Summer screamed her first-ever orgasm into the pillows, filling her mother's mouth with the stinky brew of her kiddie-cunt juice.

As the little girl caught her breath, Jennifer licked her lips and got up to grab a cigarette from her night-table, lighting it and lying back down on the bed, feeling utterly satiated as she took a warm, sultry drag on her smoke and inhaled, tilting her chin as she watched the smoke leave her lungs a moment later, blowing it out in an hazy o-shaped stream. She smiled approvingly as she saw Summer reach down and start to rub her own cute child-cunt some more; her daughter was now hooked on feeling good "down there", and Jennifer planned to train her into a lifelong lesbian sex addict. No man would ever touch Summer and Jennifer would see to it that Summer never longed for anything but the touch of other women and girls. Before long, the first thought in her head when she wakes up each morning, and the last thought in her head each night when she goes to sleep, will be 'I wanna eat cunt', Jennifer thought to herself wickedly, grinning as she took another drag off her smoke while watching her nude daughter explore her own genitals with her fingers - just like her Mummy. I'm going to make her into a little shit-eating, puke-swallowing, cunt-stink filth whore...the little twat-slut might even get to pose in Filth-Whore magazine - wouldn't that be something!

"Did you enjoy punishing your bad doggie?" Jennifer asked with a smile, flicking her ash into the night-table ashtray. She lay back on her back and lifted her bare legs up and back so that Summer could see her reddened posterior and stinky brown anal pucker (which was wet with cunt juice that had dribbled down her crack).

"Oh yes, Mummy, it was...that was super! Fucking super!" Summer beamed.

"Well perhaps you'll get to do it again, should I be clumsy in future," Jennifer said, winking at the girl from between her legs, who grinned and said, "Oh yes Mummy, I would love that!"

Sitting back up, Jennifer opened her cigarette box. "Would you like one, dear?" she asked, proffering the open pack to the seven year-old girl.

Summer looked at them with wide-eyed curiosity, and wondered if her mother knew that she often sneaked cigarettes from her packages and had already been taught to smoke (and fully inhale) by a female neighbour - Janet Tinsbey, a single 25 year-old redhead beauty from New York, with pale white skin and loads of freckles, who worked as a stripper downtown and had openly fucked married neigbourhood men like the slut she is, in front of the child no less. "Gawd, you look so hot with that lit cigarette in your soft, cute, sexy little lips Summah," Janet had bubbled in her thick New York Queens accent, masturbating as she smoked with the girl.

"Can I really?" she asked.

"Of course you can," Jennifer laughed. "You're a big girl now, and big girls smoke cigarettes, a lot of them, every day, and they never ever want to quit. Smoking is sexy, and naughty, and big girls like to be sexy and naughty. That's why Mummy smokes them. Here honey, let me help you light it." She slipped the filter-tip of the long, white cigarette between the little girl's lips (how funny, the cigarette looked giant in such a small girl's mouth) and flicked her lighter, bringing the flame to the end. "Have you ever smoked before?" she asked Summer. "Do you know how to do it?"

Summer lowered her eyes. "Would you be mad if I said yes?"

"Not at all, dear," Jennifer said. She was not at all surprised that between smoking two packs a day all through her pregnancy, and surrounding Summer with women who smoke (all her friends smoked when they came over to visit), that her daughter would take it up too, sooner or later. "At school, they've taught you that smoking is very bad for your health, correct?"

"Yes," Summer said, nodding her head as she puffed expertly on the now-lit cigarette, and executed a perfect deep inhale into her tiny lungs. Several seconds later, she exhaled a creamy jet of smoke. "Mrs. Gibbs taught us in health class that smoking makes your lungs get black if you do it for lots of years, and get cancer when you're old, and makes your teeth an' breath an' fingers yellow and stinky, an' all your clothes smelly like smoke too." After another drag, she twisted her face in puzzlement. "But I don't know why she taught us that stuff, 'cause she smokes. I see her take smoke-breaks behind the school all the time - that's where the teachers go to smoke during recess and lunch. She loves smoking."

Jennifer grinned. "Well what she taught you was absolutely correct. You see dear, big girls like being bad girls. It's because smoking is bad for you that helps to make it sexy, understand?" Summer nodded. Janet Tinsbey had helped her understand that already as well. "I think girls look super-pretty when they smoke," Summer admitted.

Jennifer ruffled her daughter's long, straight, jet-black hair and gave her a kiss. "I'm very glad to hear that, dear! I know that you will grow up to be a very beautiful smoker, seeing as you are already a beautiful smoking girl, and I don't see any reason why you shouldn't start for life, right now. The other thing you should know is that another reason big girls love smoking so much is because it's addictive. There's a drug called nicotine that's inside tobacco, and once you start smoking, it enters your body and before long you feel horrible without a cigarette between your lips, and feel really good with one." Leaning forward, Jennifer took a smoky drag from her own cigarette, pressed her open lips onto Summer's, prodded the child's lips open with her tongue, and blew it into her daughter's mouth. "Would you like to make yourself addicted forever to smoking, just like Mummy?"

Summer nodded. "Yes please, Mummy! The American lady who lives down the street - Miss Tinsbey, but she lets me call her Janet - she's been teaching me how to smoke like a big girl for a long time now. I didn't tell you 'cause I thought you might get mad. But now that I know you and Janet are both bad girls - I love smoking and I wanna get addicted!" Summer rubbed between her legs and got a feverish look on her tiny face. "It makes my nubby [note to reader: her clitoris] feel good an' get stiff when I inhale smoke real deep from a cigarette. And I get...drippy...down there...it feels really good, just like when you licked me there before." She took another drag and inhaled with a grin. " Oooh - I love smoking like a bad girl and making my nubby stiff and feel good!"

"Very good," Jennifer grinned, "that's very, very wicked of you. Bad girls like to play with their nubbies a lot. And they're called clits, although I think nubby sounds nicer." She had to make sure that her daughter wouldn't back out and give her a hard time though. "You like the rest, too?" Jennifer asked, worming her fingers between her daughter's legs to rub her gooey hairless slit. "You want to get unhealthy black lungs and be a sexy smoker girl like Mummy?" Summer's answer was not in much doubt, and as she gave it (a yes), Jennifer stood up and bent her legs slightly, hunching her crotch to face-level with her girl. "Tell you what dear," Jennifer said, "Mummy likes to feel good between her legs too. Why don't you lick me there just like I licked you before, and I'll let you start smoking a pack a day to start?"

"You want me to lick your poom-slit?" Summer asked, inhaling the rich scents of her mother's ripe, wet, extremely bushy 'n' hairy blonde cunt (it smelled disgusting and gross, like wet pus, piss, cunt juices, sweat, rotten goo, and shit - since Jennifer hadn't washed her cunt in ages and ages, or indeed bathed or cleaned herself in any way at all during that long time - although all the odors were mixed together with the lovely smell of overflowing fresh cunt cream which Jennifer was producing in mass amounts now that she was so horny and wet - yum, cunt juice...). "Yes dear," Jennifer gasped as she felt her daughter's hot breath on her stiffening clit. "And big girls call it a cunt, not a poom-slit. Lick my dirty cunt."

"The smell makes me want to throw up Mummy," Summer said, wrinkling her nose up and holding it closed as she continued to stare at Jennifer's wet spread vagina above her face. "Your cunt is stinky...and you've got a a big soft brown turd of your shit shoved inside your cunt!"

"I know it smells bad, honey," Jennifer said, tousling Summer's long dark tresses, "but you'll get used to it, trust me. I used to feel the same as you do now, but now I love this bad smell and others like it so much that I don't bathe or clean myself so that I smell disgusting like this on purpose. And yes, my shit is very filthy and tastes terribly horrid, which is why I like it - and so will you." She began to press her daughter's face into her cunt, increasing her grip and forcing it harder against her hairy bush and slippery folds when the child resisted. Jennifer started to lose her temper. "You're going to learn that Mummy is a very filthy woman with nasty tastes, and though you don't know it yet, you're just as filthy...stop resisting, you little bitch - and open your mouth and start licking or I will get the strap and thrash you till you bleed! Understood?!"

Crying now (for she was sickened by the smell and taste of Jennifer's cunt, but knew all too well that the strap was to be truly feared, having bled from its vicious strokes many times previously), Summer tentatively opened her lips a crack and touched the tip of her tongue to her Mummy's engorged clitoris as her face was forcefully pressed hard into Jennifer's wet crotch.

"M-ummy," she sobbed into the older woman's twat (a very pleasing sensation, to have a seven-year old girl cry into your filthy cunt, Jennifer thought, especially when it's your very own daughter), "w-what iff I thrrow u-p?"

Jennifer just grinned and patted her child's head. "Well that would be sexy! I'm a barf-eater too, dear...if you throw up, I promise I will eat some of it, and just to show you that I'm fair...I'll start you off slow. You only have to watch the vomit-eating this time, next time you'll have to join in."

"But Mu-uummmy!" Summer wailed, her cry muffled by the thick cunt folds her face was buried in against her will. "I - I don't wanna eat barf-"

"Oh yes you do, you bitchy little whore slut!" Jennifer shouted. Holding her daughter's face back by her long hair, she backhanded a violent full-strength slap across Summer's tear-and-cunt-juice-stained face.

CRRAACCKK!

"You just don't know it yet - and until you do, Mummy will force you. Trust me, once you get trained you will LOVE eating barf, and shit, and my cunt, and anything disgusting will make you feel good in your cunt! You'll be unhappy with anything clean after you've been trained! And if you think my cunt is bad, wait till we're eating all the shit from each other's bottom-holes every day!"

Summer just kept bawling, and this time not even fear of the strap could induce her to open her lips, despite the choking pressure of her mother's hands wrapping around her neck as Jennifer choked her half to death and sat on her face (in an attempt to force the little girl to open her mouth). Finally Jennifer gave up in disgust and lay back. I suppose it's too much to expect on her first night, my poor dear...thank goodness the Center can remove any unpleasant memories from Summer's mind - I want my girl to be happy and loved, after all.

"Fine!" she sighed. "Oh honey, don't feel sad...Mummy's sorry she scared you, she didn't mean to..." She pulled the frightened girl close to her bare bosom and comforted her, holding her gently until all of Summer's tears were gone and she felt safe again.

"I tell you what," Jennifer said gently, "I will make an appointment for you to see Dr. Winters, would you like that dear?" Summer nodded into her mother's bare chest, her nose snuffling with snot. "You won't have to do any training until then, and only after that if you want to, OK?" Summer slowly raised her eyes to look into her mother's tender ones. "Really?" she asked. Jennifer nodded reassuringly, her face full of love and warmth as she gently hugged the girl and soothingly caressed her tiny bare bum (even slipping a finger into the girl's cunt slit and rubbing it back and forth). "Can I still swear like a big girl from now on?" Summer asked. Jennifer nodded again. "And will you still make my poom-sl...I mean, my...cunt...feel good like you did, even if I don't want to train? And my shithole too?" Jennifer laughed and nodded a third time. "Of course, sweetie."

"Thanks, Mummy," Summer sniffled with a smile, reflexively pulling closer in her mother's naked embrace, hugging her tightly. Jennifer hugged her back and after fixing up the bed with clean dry sheets, fresh pillows and a new duvet, tucked her daughter in and belatedly worried about the excitement of the evening not being good for Summer's health, not when she was at risk of catching cold. "Now let's watch the movie, and get a good, warm night's sleep," she said. "Tomorrow night we're going to be the belles of the ball..."

***

Part Three

Donna Buckley tucked her change into her purse and thanked the pleasant young barista for her vanilla latte. Donna, age 36, with mid-length honey-blonde hair, button nose and a pretty smile, stood about 5'3" and weighed a slightly plump (for her shorter height) 145 lbs. She'd retained her youthful good looks over the years, though nowadays she had a few crinkles round about her eyes, and her all-natural tits, while still fairly firm, sagged a bit more than they had in high school (Donna had been very popular ever since her fat tits rapidly developed from nothing to their current E-cup full size all at the age of eleven - all the boys at school had wanted to feel her up and squeeze and suck her tits; "she's a Buckley" had become a local term in town for 'early bloomer'. Donna had always taken this bit of local fame in stride with a laugh and a blush, feeling her nipples become hot and horny and her entire tits feel electric whenever she heard her last name used this way.)

Sipping her latte, she walked past the counter at the coffee-shop and noticed two pairs of female eyes leering at her bouncing, bountiful bosoms. Donna was wearing a low-cut white cashmere sweater and her tits were braless underneath, swinging bare against the soft expensive fabric. She was also wearing a pair of loose beige slacks, with her bare feet in a pair of open-backed clog mules that showed off her bare heels rather nicely she thought. Donna grew quite uncomfortable as the two women stared at her large bare breasts (only half-concealed in her sweater), and berated herself mentally as she felt her nipples involuntarily stiffen. The two women would be sure to notice. She knew who they were; they were two lesbians that she had gone to high-school with, Ginger Kent and Angela Winters. Donna had always considered herself to be a girl with morals; letting the boys (and their fathers when she babysat), any boy, feel up her milk-bags, her baby-making hole, or even her shitter, was one thing; happy while submissively pleasuring men in whatever way they wished, she truly worshipped the male penis and men overall. But she had always been taught that it was immoral for girls to do that sort of thing with other girls. She blushed in shame as she remembered how she had orgasmed over and over whilst Ginger and Angela had each sucked and bitten one of her naturally huge bare saggers each, and had fingered her cunt and anus with brutal sapphic passion; how her toes had curled in erotic delight, how she had screamed in the throes of orgasm and clenched both girls tighter to her breasts. Ginger and Angela had been bullies of a sort back in high-school, forcing Donna to strip and have lesbian sex with them. Everyone in town knew that the two women were a couple, but no one knew that they had had their way with Donna on many occasions. And only Donna knew (in the secret back-closets of her own mind) that she had enjoyed - nay, loved - eating the two women's cunts and shit-holes with lesbian abandon, suckling their tits, licking their stinky dirty bare feet soles; licking mouthful after mouthful of cunt juice from their lezzie twats with her lezzie tongue until they drenched her face in fountains of their smelly lesbian pee, which she also loved to swallow (and did).

Ginger and Angela had both sensed Donna was a lesbian just like them, but wouldn't have cared one way or another if she was straight; they had wanted her, and intending to have her, they did. The problem for poor Donna was that as soon as the next morning came along (as they inevitably do), she would feel horribly guilty for having acted on her lesbian desires, and would then resolve to be even more moral than before, joining knitting classes, wearing cardigans and flat shoes more often, and babysitting nearly full-time. Feeling that any sexual activity between men and women was not immoral, she would also become more promiscuous with men (discreet men of course, seeing as she had a reputation ), hoping sex with them would take her mind off of tits and cunt (it never did though). 

"Hello, Donna," Angela said a bit loudly with a smirk as Donna tried to step out of the coffee-shop without talking to them. Sighing and putting on a polite smile, she turned around, but did not walk closer to the pair.

"Ginger - Angela," she said, politely but coolly. "You both look well. I'm sorry I can't stay to chat, but I've-"

"I like your sweater, Buckley," Ginger purred, looking over the rim of her coffee mug with lidded eyes into the deep fleshy crack of Donna's cleavage. "Nice tits."

Donna blushed hotly and straightened herself.

"As I was saying," she said with quiet indignation, "I've got places to be and things to do, and standing here chatting with two disgusting lesbians such as yourselves is not one of them. Good day to you." With that, she turned on her heel and stepped out the doorway.

"Bitch must be having her blob," Ginger said airily, returning to her newspaper and taking another sip of her coffee as Angela snickered.

As Donna stood outside, looking in through the window, the pleasant young coffee barista that had just served her noticed and made a phone-me hand signal, flashing a winning, melty smile at the older woman. Donna didn't hesitate. She nodded back to the dark-haired beautiful girl and walked away, sipping her coffee and humming a little tune, a happy grin on her face.

*** 

Part Four

"That's right," Lauren Smellings said, spreading her fat, pale-white bare bum cheeks apart, "stick your tongue in Mummy's poo-poo hole...ahh, yes, just like that, suck my farter you hot little bitch...eat up Mummy's turd-scented bum gas...wiggle your tongue 'round in Mummy's slimy rectum...searching for filthy treasures..."

The phone rang. Lauren answered it. It was a business call. Lauren talked while her 5 year old adopted daughter continued to perform hot dirty analingus on her dirty lesbian butthole. "Nah, it's just my Chink babycunt," she said, lazily sucking on her lit cigarette before tapping the ash. "The little lezzie slut can't get enough of my feces, she's got her tongue in my shit pit right now...and she's so excited about tonight's dinner..."

Lauren grinned. "It'll be to die for..."

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The End? Certainly not, there's much more that's story-lined out so far but not yet fleshed out. "The Restaurant" has barely begun!

I started this story in the winter of 2005, and it has been collecting dust ever since. Looking over it again, I realize that there's enough here to put up for now, so here you are. Having this first part up will hopefully inspire Part 2 - there certainly are many threads to follow! And now the standard text as follows:
 

This is my fifth story for ASSTR. I'm so glad to have my own page here at ASSTR - it is a great honor and pretty cool if you ask me!

I write about what I like, so a lot of my tales are about feet, or shit, or smoking, although you can be sure to find a lot more than that in my writing. Unlike some authors who write a tale or two and then disappear, I plan on writing regularly, so check back every now and then for new stories. I am writing exclusively for ASSTR now.

Anyway (whew) - as usual, this work is what it is, and if you've read it then just remember, the disclaimer at the beginning stands in its entirety. I just wanted you to understand I'm a girl who is not without heart, who wishes harm to none. Be nice.

I would greatly appreciate any feedback, comments, or ideas you can give me. Feedback and comments are welcome from men and women. Collaboration, ongoing correspondence and chat are welcome from lesbians and bi-women only. My email is raquelsilestra_author@hotmail.com - I'm friendly and I'd love to chat with any like-minded pervy lesbians (like me) or bi-females. Kisses to all, Raquel.