Forbidden needs

by April

Part 1

Donna Hartley was no shrinking violet. She had the kind of job many men

would have envied: she was a sports commentator for super bike racing and

loved every minute of it. She presented the image of a tall confident woman

in her late thirties, not frightened of the world and what it had to offer.

She began commentating fifteen years ago because of her love of motorbikes

coupled with her journalistic training, and now worked for the major sports

station as their "star reporter" on the track. She was involved with the

sport on a personal basis as well, to the extent of marrying one of Europe's

top riders, a Frenchman called Francoise. Sadly it was a short marriage,

both of them had nothing in common besides the physical side of the

relationship and it ended with a divorce in which she'd been allowed to keep

custody of their young daughter and a large slice of his personal fortune.

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. Still talking to camera she kept a running

commentary as the nearest competitor climbed onto his bike saddle and revved

up his engine. A tall leather clad rider jumped onto his bike as he swung a

long muscled leg over the saddle.

"And here we see Marco Fonseca climb 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.

"You may laugh." She shot back at him grinning, and then rallied quickly as

her professionalism reinserted 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'd be able to take it

of course, and give back as good as she got, keeping up with the drinks and

the usual boy's banter. Donna had a masculine side, easy in the company of

both men and girls; she would invite either into her bed indiscriminately.

She was attractive to both sexes with 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 handsome 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

butt. I was thinking about him climbing into bed."

Dave the cameraman shouted back: "How about you climbing into mine tonight,

eh?"

"In your dreams little boy." She replied to all round laughter from the

crew.

Shortly afterwards the race started and she began her commentary of the

race, her knowledge of her subject unmistakable 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 finish and the world

champion won the race after a nail biting finish, which left everyone, Donna

included almost breathless with excitement. 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. 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 for a threesome with him and a friend.

She gladly accepted saying she's be there later in the afternoon around 3

p.m. 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.

She met them at the bar around 3.10 p.m. they had a drink, she chatted a

little and then told the two men she fancied going up to Paulo's room for

some fun. He looked over at his friend, giving him a look that said I told

you so and laughed.

"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."

She blew a smoke ring into the air before stubbing her cigarette into an

ashtray and standing up.

"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?"

It was a good session. 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, there was still the all too 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, their thrusting cocks had filled her up and spurted into every hole

including her mouth, which she loved, it was just a feeling that she always

had after sex with men. The only man, who had ever come near to curing her

elusive craving - for that is what it must be she decided - was her

ex-husband. It was Francoise who had been willing to indulge her fantasies.

There was a dark forbidden side of her sexuality, which as yet remained

untapped. He was the most inventive lover she'd ever had, with a kinky side

to his sexuality only matched by Susan her present lover. Susan worked for

the same television channel as her and read the news each day to an

appreciative audience of admirers. She was channel 15's pin-up girl and had

her photo clinging to many a men's work place, mess room and teenagers

bedroom. An elegant woman of thirty-two, with long black hair, sensual

intelligent features and a petite slim figure, her dark business suite,

which she wore each programme 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 which 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 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. It was a

marriage of convenience which suited both of them. Susan gained a wealthy

life style and a screenr for her real preferences while he gained a trophy

wife who allowed him to enjoy his secret affairs with rent boys.

The next day she went to work, spending a day in the studio recording

voice-overs for a new documentary called "Bike's Of The Future", which she

found interesting. So much so that the day sped by quicker than she

expected. She arrived home to find the house empty, which was unusual as

Brittany her young daughter was usually at home by now. She looked around

for a note, but couldn't find one. Then she tried her bedroom but again

didn't find anything. She was about to leave when her eyes caught something

sticking out from beneath her daughter's mattress; it looked like a piece of

material. Her curiosity aroused, she walked over to the bed and pulled it

out, and to her shock discovered a pair of her own soiled panties. That

wasn't all; next to them lay a collection of photos, all were holiday snaps

of Donna on the beach wearing a scanty bikini, which left very little to the

imagination. As a Mother she was appalled, should she confront her and find

out what she was happening? The kind of behaviour Brittany was exhibiting

certainly wasn't normal for a girl of thirteen, especially when the object

of her desires was her own Mother. She realized she was in shock as she made

her way down-stairs into the living room. 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 warm liquid warmed her stomach and spread out through her

body like a warm wave.  Her own daughter wanted her sexually, the whole

thing was so preposterous so outrageous and so very wrong. 'So wrong` she

thought feeling her thighs moisten and her nipples harden at the depravity

of the idea. 'Oh my I'm so horny all of a sudden, why is this turning me on`

she thought. She took another drink as she pondered the whole concept of

incest, lesbian incest with her young daughter and 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 the

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 legs open, her smooth cunt lips waiting to be kissed and loved by

her hungry mouth. Then another picture of her laying face down on the bed,

her babyish buttocks pouting out cheekily as they waiting for her caress.

She reached down between her legs, and pushing the light material of her

panties aside, then 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.  She 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 thin shoulders, and

then wrap them around her back in an iron grip. With a feverish groan she

know she was making sure the girl couldn't escape. Not until she'd seen to

her needs and pleasured her thoroughly. She came with a loud cry, her hips

jerking off the seat as she saw herself cumming on Brittany's young lips and

her mouth dripping with cum. She groaned and pulled her panties back up then

reached for the vodka again as she began to plan her daughter's seduction.

Meanwhile Brittany was at her younger friend Amanda's house.  Amanda's

Mother was always friendly and often invited Brittany over. She didn't mind

going over to play, in fact she quite enjoyed having someone to play with

even if Amanda was two years 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 the number one single. They laughed as their bodies

gyrated to the beat of the music, and although Amanda was only just eleven

years old she danced around with thrusting hips and swinging arms the same

way she'd seen the older girls do on the TV. Both were oblivious to the

commotion they were creating as they bumped around the small room.

"Cut it out you two, the ceilings 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 slapping 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 sometimes."

"When?"

"Well..." Brittany tried to think but she couldn't really think of anything

for the moment

"Your Mum's nice, I wish my Mum was as nice as your Mummy"

"Yes, my Mummy's nice Amanda."

"She's pretty" She pronounced.

Brittany nodded her head and looked down as the carpet as she thought about

the Mother she adored. To say the youngster worshipped her was an

understatement; she felt so fortunate to have not only a caring Mother, but

also one who was so beautiful. It was easy to see why she had so many

lovers. Some nights she's hear moans and the creaking of bedsprings coming

from her bedroom. These were often accompanied by her Mother's voice as she

called out words of encouragement. 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 asked her if she was a lesbian. Her

Mother explained that she liked both men and women, but probably preferred

women a lot more. Then she went on to talk about what it was like to kiss

another woman, to taste her lips and smell lovely perfume on her soft warm

skin.

"I'm not rally a lesbian Brittany, but yes I do prefer women. Maybe one day

you'll experience the love of a woman and find you like it as well. I hope

you do then you'll know how I feel."

She remembered that conversation. She also remembered how she wanted her

Mother to kiss her, to feel her soft lips against her own, to taste her

mouth and suck in her warm breath, then to reach down and caress her breasts

beneath her top. She was only five then, too young by far to be experiencing

such sexual feelings, at least most people would think so, but most people

weren't Brittany and as far as sex was concerned she was her Mother's

daughter. She had adored her Mother as long she could remember, hardly even

remembering her Father who was never at home much anyway. Now three years

later, even they shouldn't, her feelings were becoming sexual. She'd learned

more about lesbians from some of the magazines the older boys brought into

school after stealing them from their parents. She remembered flushing with

excitement when someone showed her photo's of two women taking turns to

perform cunnilingus on each other, and ever since then she'd had wanted to

do it with her gorgeous Mother. Her fantasies grew even stronger, to the

extent of recently purloining a pair of her Mother's soiled panties from the

linen bin and several photos' from her bedside cabinet, each one of her

lying back on a golden beach wearing her sexiest bikini. She rubbed her

hands between her legs each night and held the woman's scented knickers to

her face as she breathed in the scent.

"My Mum's beautiful." She said looking wistfully at Amanda as she swept her

hand over her forehead and pushed her hair back.

Brittany noticed a change in her Mother over the next few days. Instead of

lounging around the house in a tea shirt and jeans as she usually did, she

wore low cut halter-tops and short skirts which gave an eyeful of stockinged

legs and bare thighs. On one occasion when she was 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 table top. Her bulging breasts were almost

breaking free from the small top, and to the girls disbelief she realised

she wasn't even wearing a bra. She quickly lost all interest in the program,

her excited 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 she bent down in front of

the TV to pick an imaginary piece of dust up. This time she was treated to

the site of Donna's black skirt riding up past her stockings and bare

thighs, to reveal a pair of sheer dark panties she'd only recently bought.

Her eyes were drawn to the site of her Mum's white alabater 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, she heard her padding around for a while and then 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 mad plans that she knew of. 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

that mysterious look. She turned her attention back to the soap she was

supposed to be watching, and let go of her thoughts as the plot drew her in

to it's own little parlour of intrigue and incredibility.

"Brittany. 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 looked at

the clock, it read eight-thirty, and she thought again about her Mother's

unusual behaviour.  It reminded her of the teasing and flaunting she saw on

the television when a woman was trying to get a boyfriend. All those

suggestive looks and then the provocative clothing were beginning to make

her feel flustered. She shook her head and called back, "Coming Mum", 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.

She was dying to get into bed and play with herself, the picture of her

Mother bending over in front of her was proving to tantalizing to resist.

The girl threw her clothes off and padded off to the bathroom, where she

washed and cleaned her teeth before putting on her nightclothes. Then

reaching under the mattress to pull out the contraband panties and photos,

she froze in horror. Instead of the pair which had been there last night,

there were the new pair her Mother had been wearing today,  nearly

see-through and lacy with a note placed on top. Everything became a dream as

she reached over ever so slowly and picked up the note and began to read.

My Love,

Don't be frightened I'm not cross with you. I know how you feel about me and

I want you to know I feel the same way about you. I've been thinking of you

non-stop ever since I found my panties and photo's under your mattress. I

can't get you out of my mind darling; you're driving me to despair. I' know

I've been acting up a little strange these last few days, that's because I

wanted to see your reaction to me when I flirted with you. Now that I know

how you've been thinking about me I wanted to see if I could turn on. I want

tonight to change everything between us, but I'm giving you the chance to

make the decision by yourself. You can throw the note away and stay in your

room and I'll love you as I have always done, or you can come to my bedroom.

Either way I'm leaving it to you dear. If you want to change your life

forever and mine as well, I'd like you to put this note down and come into

my bedroom where we'll begin a new relationship, not just as Mother and

daughter, but as lovers as well."

Brittany let the note fall to the floor as she felt her legs grow weak.

'It's all a dream, it must be, ` she thought. Yet she knew it was actually

happening, she could just walk into her Mothers bedroom and have everything

she'd ever dreamt of. She felt sick, not ill, but sick with excitement, with

shock almost as she began to consider the enormity of what was about to

happen. For she'd already made her decision, there was never any doubt in

the matter. She would accept the offer how could she not? How could she

throw away the chance of making a dream like this come true? She knew if she

ignored the note she would never be asked again, and then she'd regret it

for the rest of her life.  She squared her small shoulders and walked out of

the door to meet her Mother.

Some time earlier Donna had picked up the same neatly written note and the

pair of panties she'd been wearing that day, and deposited them beneath her

daughter's mattress. Then making her way to the bathroom, she'd 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

rubbed her hair dry, and then pulled it away to let her silky mane swirl

down her back. Carefully patting her skin dry, before rubbing fragrant

essential oils onto its surface, she padded into the bedroom and sat before

the dresser mirror. There she'd 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. She decided on a makeover,

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 flicked off the main light and turned on a set of dimly

glowing spotlights, 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 do with her young daughter, who was after all only

thirteen years old for goodness sake. The whole situation was sick and

pathetic and so was she. But by far the stronger voice said go for it. It's

what you've been craving for all these years. Its taken Brittany's own need

to make you realise it, don't throw it away. She knew she couldn't fight her

desires; they were too strong for her to control. She glanced once more in

the mirror and then called her daughter to bed and heard her run up the

stairs. Twenty minutes later Brittany entered the room to see her sitting on

the bed waiting.

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. She stood and stared with the

door handle still in her hand, unsure of what to do next, almost as though

she couldn't remember how to command her body. The beautiful woman smiled

back at her conspiratorially and self-consciously swept a stray length of

hair from her forehead.

"I'm nervous too." She whispered, patting the mattress by her side she

added. "Sit here for Mummy and lets talk a little."

Brittany found her self-obeying as she walked across the thick piled carpet

that dominated the large room, now made cosy by the dimly lit spotlights.

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.

"It didn't take you long to find the note." Her voice had a hint of relief.

She was glad she hadn't had to sit here any longer waiting for Brittany to

find it. In spite of her natural confidence she had never experienced

anything like the turmoil of emotions raging within her.

"No." She replied a little sheepishly. "Are you cross Mummy? I mean about me

pinching your panties and pictures."

Donna reached over and gently stroked her daughter's hair, slowly running

her hand through the blond tresses. Her eye's rested for a moment, as they

seemed to examine a stray lock before lifting her gaze back to meet hers.

"No. Of course not darling. Why do you think I've been flaunting myself at

you so shamelessly the last couple of days," she blushed. "I'd have been

more upset if you hadn't come. I'm glad that you took my panties; you made

me realize what's right here in front of me. You." 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, you had the first claim

to my heart. I know I seem a bit of a tough old stick." She shrugged. "Maybe

I am. But you have to be in this world, and a single woman has to keep

pushing to get anywhere, and to get people to take notice of her. I've been

away a lot. I've worked long hours and I haven't seen as much as you as I'd

have liked. But I want you to know the time we've had together has always

been precious to me." Brittany sighed and reached over, taking her Mother's

larger hand between her two smaller one's and squeezed.

"I love lots and lots Mummy." Her eyes were glistening in the dim light, and

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

meet with your approval? It's taken me ages to trowel on over all the cracks

in my old skin."

"Mum you're the prettiest Mum in all the world." She frowned a little as she

let out a sigh in mock exasperation. "You know you are. You look like a lady

in the films. I'm so lucky to have such a lovely Mum." And then added in an

afterthought  "Amanda thinks you are too."

Donna flushed pleasantly at this piece of information. Donna was a little

angel, even younger than her daughter; she was beginning to feel the same

way as Susan did when it came to little girls. Very young girls at that, the

very thought caused her new problems with her composure. Returning back 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 feels kind of nice.

She tossed her hair back over her shoulders as she looked at herself in the

mirror. "How long have you wanted to have sex with me?" The question came

out haltingly in the quiet room.

Their eyes looked in the mirror briefly before Brittany looked away. "A long

time, I can't remember." She looked up again as she gathered her courage.

"How long have you felt the same about me Mummy?"

"I only began to think about the possibility of us becoming," here she

paused a second, "close. I think I've wanted you for quite some time but

never really known it. Ever since you started developing from a toddler into

a beautiful little girl. You're so sexy Brittany. You've got such a pretty

face, so full of character, so lovely and your eyes sparkle so beautifully

when you look at me. When you laugh you're so carefree and full of life.

Your body is young and immature, not even a young woman's. Yet for all that

you have such a special sexuality, sometimes I think that I could eat you."

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.

"What we're thinking of doing is so wrong according to the rules of the

society we live in. What I mean is, we can get ourselves into a lot of

trouble if anyone else finds out about us. Do you understand?" She asked

earnestly.

"I won't ever let any one else know Mummy. I promise I won't say anything to

anyone. I just want to do the things I've seen the women doing in the

magazine." She sighed.

Donna frowned. "Which magazine's this?"

"Oh, some of the boys brought a magazine to school. It had pictures of women

licking each other's pussy's and bottoms." The words left the girl's lips

easily; she clearly wasn't shy and had no difficulty using adult words to

describe sexual acts. Donna was glad she seemed so uninhibited.

"Hmm...well yes darling". She paused. "Yes we are going to do all of the

things in the magazine, and hopefully more besides. The next few years are

going to be the richest of our lives." She assured as she placed her arm

around her daughters 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 daughters, writhing against them like a

duel until the youngster parted them 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. Now 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 nightie, 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

whimpering as she did and with one quick movement the pink material was up

off her shoulders to bare her slim chest and flat stomach. "Here let me get

these off. Stand up a sec." 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 Mothers face as her eyes devoured every inch of her

beautiful pr-teen form. Blonde hair cascaded to her shoulders, framing an

oval face and dimpled cheeks with a clear complexion like her Mothers. 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. Her

inner thighs moistened as her eyes moved down and took in the puffy lips of

her immature vagina. A gentle push was all it took to send her falling on

her back onto the mattress with her Mother falling on top of her, her curvy

adult body with all it's feminine beauty and needs pinning her to the bed as

she kissed her again. Brittany reached round and brought her arms around the

woman's back and held her close, 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 silken robe into her lower chest caused her to gasp out loud. 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 "Oohh Mummy that's nice Mummy"

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 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. Brittany kicked her legs out as she felt the welcome invader slip

into her pussy and wriggle around inside. She let out a series of gasps and

sighs at the incredible sensations within her.

"Yes Mummy. Oohh that's lovely, it feels just....Ohhh yes, please keep doing

it Mummy."

Donna held the girls thighs and pushed them back further giving her access

to her tight little butt hole, which now lay fully exposed before her. She

leaned in closer and 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 crying out in ecstasy

as she pumped her tiny bottom into her Mothers 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 daughters face as she raped

her ass and felt her squirm and cry. 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 to the girls cunt and resumed

sucking and licking the little clitoris.

"Mummy, Mummy. It's feeling funny. Oohh yes, yes Aaahhhhhh! Aaahhhhhh! Now

Now! I'm weeing." 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. Donna carried on slowly licking and kissing until

the thrusts and sighs ceased, and then slowly pulled her tongue out as she

felt her daughter collapse. The woman slowly kissed her way up the shaking

body until she reached her lips, and then kissed them tenderly before laying

on her side with her chin resting on her hand.

"Don't tell me you didn't like that." She teased. A sly smile touching her

lips.

"I wouldn't dare. It was the best of anything Mum, the best ever" A small

frown creased her smooth brow. "There's one thing I'd like better though."

"Oh what's that?" asked Donna lightly.

"To do it to you. Those pictures and your panties." She stopped suddenly

embarrassed at having mentioned her pilfering.

"It's okay lover. I don't mind, in fact I'm flattered. I'm glad you took

them, if you hadn't, I wouldn't have known how you felt about me and that

would've been terrible for both of us. Tell me everything you feel darling,

I want to know exactly what you want from this relationship." The soft

lighting in the bedroom couldn't diminish the love shining from her Mother's

face as she tried to reassure her little girl. Brittany's face lit up at the

word "lover" being used to describe her and continued with added courage.

"I wanted to see the pictures of you with hardly any clothes on so I could

think of you without anything on and...and to have your panties so I could

smell and lick, then I could pretend I was doing it to you when I looked at

your picture." She looked up at the woman and continued almost imploringly

with her childish entreaty. "That's what I've always wanted Mum, to kiss you

everywhere. I dream of you making me do it to you, even if I don't want

to.... Like I know I do really, but if I'm tired or doing something else,

like watching my favourite programme when you want me to do it, you take me

upstairs with you anyway, and take your clothes off and make me do it like

the women in the magazine, only I do all the licking to you."

Donna lay still, digesting the words and their clear implications. Her

daughter, even at that age was a natural submissive and the thought made her

pulse quicken as she began to envisage the kind of relationship this could

lead to. She wasn't displeased; on the contrary she found the whole idea

incredibly exciting as her mind raced over the possibilities

"Do you think that's weird Mum? Do you think I'm a perv?" She whispered

using the word she'd heard in the playground. Her Mother shook her head, her

hair sweeping back across her slim shoulders as she ran a lazily finger

across the girl's cheeks.

"No. Not at all, I'm so glad you've had the courage to tell me. It's very

important that we're completely honest with each other," Her eyes glinted as

she continued, "and ourselves." 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. She reached down and took a hold of the sash

of her gown. "Perhaps we've finished talking for now. I think it's time to

have you put your wishes into action by giving me pleasure." "Don't worry",

she purred, "I'll guide you all the way. Are you okay if I take my robe off

now baby?"

The girl gulped. "Yes Mummy."

"Good, because I'm going to stand up and show you my body. You may have seen

pictures of naked women before, but seeing a fully grown woman in the flesh

is quite a different thing." 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 pulled at the sash and slid the dark gown away from her body.

Brittany gasped when she saw her Mothers 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 sat 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, then

waited 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. 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 coed 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. 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 it's way past her lips as she

expressed her feelings with words. Suddenly Donna recalled Brittany's

earlier words about how she wanted to be dominated and she felt a fierce

thrill enter her loins. The tone of her voice changed, as her words became

more demanding, her cunt juicing in anticipation as she instructed the girl

to go lower. Brittany moved to obey her wishes, quickly scooting down past

the woman's stomach, but not before planting a wet kiss on it's wrinkled

belly button and then downwards into the fuzz of pubic hair above the

wrinkled labia "Just put your face next to my vagina or shall I 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. I'm going to put two fingers either side of my clitoris

Brittany...see how that make's it come forward out of it's hood like a

little finger. It's for you honey, give it a big kiss to say hello....Ahh

yes, that's nice. That's you're fist kiss on my clit, I'll remember that,

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. Lick it. How does it taste darling? Tell me if you like it because

you'll be getting a lot more of it from now on sweetie."

"Umm yummy Mum. I love it." Came the muffled response from Brittany with her

mouth hidden in the hairy bush.

Donna sighed and pushed her pelvis forward. "That's good, I'm so glad. 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." And then;

"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. "Ohh, Ohhhhh yeah! Keep sucking! Keep going!"

Brittany flinched as she felt the woman's thighs flip over her shoulders,

her Mother noticed and tried to reassure her. "Don't panic darling." She

cooed. "It's okay, I'm just bringing my legs up over your shoulders. Feel

them close over your head. You like? Umm... Nod your head for yes honey.

Good girl, I knew you would. 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

hugh!" She thrust her cunt up hard. "Uh hugh!" Then again. "Yeah! Yeaaahh

darling, keep going! Go faster! Faster! Don't stop.... Don't ever stop! Ohh

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 hair to roughly pull her face

against her wet cunt and grind her pelvis up against her chin. Cunt soup

smeared her face as it bounced against her Mother's thrusting groin, the

woman groaning 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 legs

locked round her daughter's shoulders, holding her in place as the heel of

her foot beat a tattoo against her back. The girl tried to keep up, sucking

and flicking her tongue within the woman's vagina, loving her new role as

her Mother's lover, until she felt hot cum spurting into her mouth and

throat, some going down the wrong to make her cough and splutter.

Donna paused briefly as she fought for breath. She waited a few minutes at

the most, and then climbed up Brittany's body and sat on her 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.

The next few days were like a honeymoon. The morning after their long 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, but her Mother said she could do that later. She wanted to go to

bed again first and 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 buttocks as soon as possible, hence the bribe of the two dolls. Leading

Brittany by the hand she led her up the stairs to the bedroom where she

quickly shed her clothes.

"Take off your clothes honey, 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 suck 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? I promise that

when you've done it to me for long enough and made me very happy, I'll let

you go and play with your dollies. Okay?" She gave her daughter a bright

smile and suddenly Brittany couldn't have given two pence for her dolls. The

thought of being allowed to worship her beautiful Mother in such an exciting

and unusual way made her little pussy throb through her panties.

"Oh yes Mummy. I'd love to suck you again; your bottom's so nice. I don't

car how long you want me to suck it for; I really want to do it for you

Mummy."

"Good girl Brittany. Mummy's so proud of you darling." She gushed. "There

love, just kneel down here and get ready to kiss my big old bottom."

The little girl protested that it was the loveliest bottom she'd ever seen,

even better than the women's bottom in the magazines she'd seen at school.

Donna gave a throaty chuckle and shoved her domed buttocks into the face of

the kneeling youngster, telling her she'd better prove it. She did by

placing her hands on the woman's legs to support herself, and then with a

sigh of pleasure 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 rubbed into it

earlier, and she relished the feeling of the silky domes as she lapped them

with her tongue, and 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, and 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 Mothers hands on

the back of her head become more demanding so she had no choice but to bury

her lips against the brown rose bud of her anus. She breathed in the rich

aroma of it's dank secretions, the smell nearly made her pull out and gag

but she knew that would upset her grown up lover, so she forced herself to

breath in again and tolerate the strong tang. Donna began to churn her

buttocks round and round into her 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 child. 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 scene before them.

Donna came noisily, there's no other way to describe it. For the first time

in her life, she screamed during an orgasm, so much so that she scared

Brittany so much, she 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 in 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. Did you mind doing it?"

Brittany shook her head vigorously as though the very thought of her minding

doing anything to make her Mother happy was unthinkable.

"I'll do anything for you Mummy. I love you. It was a bit strange at first,"

she admitted, "but then I got to really like it, and it felt good doing it

to you, and hearing you making all those noises." Her Mother sighed lustily

as she kissed her 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 before you go and play with

your dolls?"

"Yes 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."

Forbidden Needs Chapter 2

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"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, 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 her 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 agitated. The woman was

dying to tell her something quite thrilling; she'd 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

to wild an assumption to work out she'd made a new conquest.

"Who've you been making it with honey bunch?"

"Pardon?" she replied surprised that her friend knew so easily.

Susan's hand slid down to her friend's leg, and caressed its way up her

stockinged thigh. "You know you can share your secret with me." She sighed.

"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, she'd 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 totally devoted.

"Your right." She bit her lip slightly before she continued. "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 what this

was leading up to. 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 she liked them. Donna had been her only confident,

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. I'm having a sexual relationship with a

very young girl."

"How young?" She asked hardly trusting her voice.

"Thirteen Susan. In a way I've been having a relationship with her ever

since she was born." She reached out taking Susan's had in hers as she gazed

into her burning eyes. "You see darling I'm her Mother." The effect was

electrifying. Susan's eyes rolled in their sockets as she whispered, "Oh my

God." 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..." She groped.  Donna leaned

forward and kissed her. For the next half an hour she told her everything,

right from the discovery under Brittany's mattress, all that had happened,

how she had felt, what she had done about it, and everything they had done

together since. When she had finished, Susan quietly stood up, took Donna 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. They threw the silken

covers back and began a session so frantic that both women lost all sense of

time and place as the morning passed into afternoon and 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

coming 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. "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's submissive right and she'll do anything you say?"

"That's true." She admitted.

"Well, you know how you've got this thing about golden showers, giving them

I mean...." She continued

"Go on." Donna urged. "You have as well remenber."

"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've 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 really clumsy, I'm not sure how to steer the conversation

in the right direction."

"Umm." Susan though for a moment and then sat up and squeezed the other

woman's breast. "I know." She exclaimed. "You don't have to."

"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 loose 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, 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 as she reached over and kissed her friend, smiling

into her eyes she agreed to try it.

The next few days were hectic at work preparing for the Grand Prix that

Saturday, Donna wasn't getting back home until Saturday night. Fortunately

Amanda's parents Jean and David Dawson were really good about looking after

Brittany, both were some years older than she was, I guess probably in their

early fifties, Amanda being adopted. They assured her they'd love to look

after Brittany, she was a delightful child and besides it would be good

company for their Amanda. As soon as the race ended Donna was on her way

back home driving through the rain for a few days leave and time to spend

with her beautiful daughter. She called at Jean and David's place around ten

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 maybe

worked out a little and 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 large

gin and tonic when she put it into her hand. She thanked her as she 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 which they were playing on her bedroom floor. "Brittany, it's your

Mum, she's here!" She called. Donna's heart leapt as she heard her call

"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 by kissing her like a

lover instead of a Mother; instead she gave her a large hug and told her how

much she'd missed her. She put her down on the floor and she wrapped her

arms around her Mother's legs and clung onto her as she 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. It had all been such fun she said. 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 and 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 but I hope you don't keep going away, please don't."

Brittany's looked up at her Mother, her face suddenly as sad as her quietly

stated entreaty. "I've been thinking of you all the time." She continued.

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 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 being relegated to her

own room for the night and a somewhat disappointing night for Brittany who

had been relishing the thought of spending the night her Mother. As the

dispirited girl made her way to her room Donna followed her up the stairs

and upon reaching the top turned her around and kissed her softly on the

lips, promising it was only for tonight, and tomorrow would be very

different. "Just give me chance to catch up on some sleep and I promise you

we'll do everything and more in my bed tomorrow." Brittany's skin tingled as

she tried to imagine what that could mean, so that she shook herself before

reaching up to wrap her arms around her Mothers legs and hug her face into

her nightgown. "I can't wait for then, but I'll have to. 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 which made her mother

shudder. Donna took her for a pizza on the way home and watched as she

devoured every morsel with relish; Donna only had an orange juice,

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 pointed to a

huge female 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.

"She looks like that big hippo we saw in the zoo." Both of them laughed at

that, 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."

"You don't look like a hippo, more like a nice cat. You're lovely and not at

all fat."

"Like a cat, hmm. Well that's good 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. Now though...." She 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 once

we get home...." Her finger traced the contours of the girl's small mouth;

it's tip caressing the sensitive lips.

"My mouth?" She guessed knowing any activities would involve around it's

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's tinkling laughter.

"An early bedtime?" She asked. Donna looked at her watch, it pointed to five

minutes past five.

"Right again." She assured the girl. "In half an hour to be precise." 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. It was after

all Brittany's own suggestion. A secret yearning of her own perhaps? Yes of

course it was. 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.

"Brittany, you know when you told me about wanting to be bossed around in

the bedroom."

"Yes Mummy." Her shy reply.

"Do you still want that?" Brittany sighed quietly and tentatively caressed

her Mother's arm.

"Oh yes. Yes please." She glanced up at the woman's face and noticed her

lips pursed in thought. Donna glanced down at her for a second her eyes

meeting the girl's for the less than a heartbeat but long enough for a

silent understanding to pass between them both.

"Good." She nodded. "I'd like you to call me Mistress when we're in the

bedroom. We'll have a practice run of Mistress and slave girl" The whispered

assent was barely audible above the noise of the engine as she pushed the

accelerator down to the floor. Brittany felt her heart racing at the new

twist and the change in her Mother's tone. She could hardly wait to find out

what it all meant.

Two 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 more.

No words were spoken as the woman unbuttoned her coat and threw it over the

banister rail then bent down to do the same for the child. She held her hand

out expectantly for her daughter, who after a second slid her smaller one

forward to feel it's determined grip, as hand in hand they climbed the

stairs to the large bedroom. Once inside she flicked on the main switch,

throwing the large room into bright light instead of the usual romantic

glow, then she began to undress.

"I want you to see everything." She stated simply. Brittany nodded

nervously, excited now to the point of shaking. "Take them off then," she

instructed. "Your clothes dear". She sighed impatiently "Your clothes. Get

naked. Quick!"

"Yes." She replied as she rushed to obey.

"Yes what." Donna frowned her voice rising in the quiet room."

"Yes Mistress." She remembered. Seconds later after a flurry of frantic

activity she stood naked on the plush carpet amid a heap of discarded

clothes. Now Donna resumed undressing, taking her time to divest her 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

beneath a thrilly black suspender 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 lovers 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. 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 didn't keep her Mother/Mistress waiting as she grabbed the

panties and pressed them against her mouth, running her tongue into the

yellow vee and cramming it into her mouth. Donna watched her for a while and

then slid a hand between her thighs to stroke her pussy lips through the

forest of hair. She walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out two fat

pillows of the shelf and placed them on the floor by the side of the double

bed. "Sniff them, 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 with her eyes closed in

ecstacy. 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 the weeklong famine. "Kneel on the

cushions Brittany and face me." She instructed gently. Quick to obey her

Mother and enjoying this new game she hurried to obey and soon knelt

comfortably on the firm pillows and waited 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 Brittany." She ordered, interlocking her fingers on the back

of her head and pulling her closer. "Kiss it you darling girl!"

Brittany lips pressed against the hairy dank cunt and she began to lick and

kiss it instinctively, her tongue flicked 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, it was so nasty! Gently, she took her by the ears and

began guiding her with up and down motions of her head, wiping her face

against the bushy pussy. She trembled as her nose, lips and chin grazed the

gaping flaps of her hole. When she held her to her clit she concentrated on

that area, sighing 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!" She screamed. "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 gasps and

groans, which the smothering press of her mostly muffled as Donna selfishly

jockeyed for an even better position.

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 her face, causing her to tumble back on the bed. She rode down

on her, gasping for joy as her cunt completely smothered her. Her thighs

were practically pressing against the mattress, as she bore her cunt down on

her face.

"Do it! Shove your tongue up inside my pussy!" Her daughter had little

choice in the matter, but it was patently clear that she wasn't finding the

experience distressing as her tongue penetrated her 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.

Again her nose nudged her clit, 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 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 tongue as her

climax heightened. The she heard her lips smack as she drank up the tartly

flavoured burst of nectar. She munched on her pussy, feasting on the soggy

gash and then wriggled her tongue, licking out the creamy tunnel while

nipping at the dangling pussy lips. She shivered as another orgasm happened

and Brittany continued to eat her. Meanwhile the young girl reached behind

Donna and clutched the smooth and supple cheeks of her trembling buttocks

and gripped her Mother tightly, as if to steady the trembling pussy. She

continued to devour her cunt, sucking the very essence of her pussy down her

throat. Donna's cunt overflowed, 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 her mouth was awash with hot liquid. It was a taste she'd

never known before, bitter and salty and it took her by surprise. She had no

other choice but to swallow, even then the flow was so fast some of it went

down the wrong way, then up her nose making her choke and splutter. Donna

pulled away quickly at the sounds of the girl's distress, still pissing

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. "Are you alright

Brittany?" She cried, gasping still from her devastating orgasm.

"Yes I'm fine." She coughed, 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 flannel and a towel to wash and dab the child's

swimming face. "I'm alright Mum it's better now." She believed her because

Brittany smiled as she spoke but felt guilty about the charade of pretending

it was an accident knowing it was all planned before hand 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 yet. "It must have been monstrous for you my

poor little love. It must have been terrible for you having to drink Mummy's

wee wee like that, all that nasty taste in your mouth as well." Brittany

shook her head as Donna wiped away the pee from her face. She decided the

whole thing had been pretty cool all in all, and the new taste pretty nasty

but terribly exiting.

"It didn't taste that bad really."

"Oh really dear." She exclaimed raising an eyebrow.

"Not really. It tasted.... Ummm." She dropped her eyes shyly, not wishing to

look her Mother in the eyes. Donna's heart began to quicken slightly.

"Please darling. Please tell me." She looked into her face appealingly.

"You'll think it's dirty though."

"No I won't Brittany. If anyone's dirty it's me for doing it, not you. I'm

the one who couldn't stop myself from filling you with wee wee."  She

soothed, still using the familiar childish term instead of the adult.

"Well".  Brittany continued, encouraged by her reassurance. "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 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. "I liked it." She confessed very quietly. "It was nice and it made me

feel all funny and..." She blushed furiously and her face felt suddenly hot

as she looked away from her Mother's earnest eyes. 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?" She continued, putting a warm smile into her voice. "I

kind of liked it as well, and if we both liked it...Well why don't we do it

again, only I'll be a lot more careful this time."

"Can we?" Brittany chirped eagerly.

"Yes. As a matter of fact I didn't finish going just then. I had to stop

myself. There's still quite a lot more inside me. Would you like me to do

the rest in your mouth?"

"Oh yes please."

"And will you drink it?"

"Yes." She replied with a nod. Donna exhaled in relief, suddenly feeling

light headed with excitement as she said in as normal a voice as possible.

"Good. Lift your head up a second....that's it good. 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 laying flat on her back

with the towels beneath her head, she climbed onto the bed and knee walked

up Brittany's body with swaying breasts until her cunt was poised just above

her mouth. She opened her lips up with her fingers and Brittany eyes were

glued to the obscene sight of her Mother's wide-open sex. There were a few

moment of silence in the charged atmosphere of the large bedroom, and then

Donna gave a quiet sigh and relaxed her bladder slightly to allow a thin

trickle of pee to stream out of her urethra. The warm liquid splashed over

Brittany's tongue, washing over her teeth and gums as it began to fill her

mouth.  She found the taste exciting rather than pleasant and murmured with

pleasure as her mouth began to brim with the yellow liquid.

"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. It felt good so she gulped

again, with a loud glug, making Donna close her eyes in ecstasy at the

filthy sound. She imagined her piss filling her little girl's stomach; it

was so nasty 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 now." She

urged as with a sigh, she began again, a slow steady force, which had

Brittany swallowing the bitter drink continuously. A stray lock of hair 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 3

The honeymoon continued, and was getting kinkier by the day. Brittany

developed a taste for piss, something Donna was eager to nurture, and she

indulged her daughter at every instance. The toilet was out of bounds for

Donna for the rest of the weekend for everything - or nearly everything -

and each time she felt her bladder filling up and the need of release

imminent, she crooked her finger at Brittany who dropped to her knee's with

an open mouth. They managed to christen every room of the house with their

bizarre games, with Brittany drinking her Mother's precious piss at every

opportunity. The golden showers continued over the next few weeks as

Brittany tried to drink her Mother dry. One afternoon for instance, Donna

went the to rest room at work and took out a drinks flask from her handbag.

She unscrewed the plastic lid and held the neck between her legs and filled

it to the brim with her piss. She ran her dangling labia around the rim,

shook off the last few drops and then replaced the now considerably heavier

container into her bag. When she arrived home Brittany was watching cartoons

on the TV. She smiled as her Mother bent to plant a kiss on her lips and

whisper "I've got a surprise for you", before going into the kitchen. She

took the flask out of her bag, unscrewed the lid and poured the still warm

liquid into a tall glass and added a straw. By now she was feeling quite

giddy as she took the golden piss into the living room and placed the warm

glass in her hands. "Just a minute don't start yet" she shot, as she fell

back into a chair opposite her. The girl glanced from the full glass with

it's obscene contents back to her Mother as she lay back strumming her clit

with her finger. "Drink it for Mummy". She intoned in the syrupy voice

parents use to talk to very young children. The girls eyes left the telly

and looked back at the glass, her nose twitching as she inhaled the strong

aroma. Putting the straw to her lips, she began to suck up her Mother's

piss, stopping only to burp half way through the glass 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 and placed the plastic

coloured straw back in her mouth and continued drinking. It was a huge

amount to swallow, but eventually after another two minutes the glugging

ceased, then the large glass was empty. She put it down on the table 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 cushion 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.

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 one of these breaks Donna told her daughter she wanted to shit in her

mouth.

"What?" Brittany gasped.

Donna lay on her back resting, her breasts rising and falling with her deep

breathing. Brittany had already been performing cunnilingus 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 her face made the soft flesh feel slightly chapped as her mind

wandering yet again at 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 pondered 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." 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.

"Anything Mummy. You're brilliant, I mean it... I really do. I love you, I

love you." She smiled up at her. The woman's calm gaze fixed on her a moment

longer before she closed her eyes, and once again opened them. Their gaze

seemed to bore into her soul. She let out a warm deep breath and then spoke.

"I want to shit in your mouth." The words hung in the air and at first she

thought she must have been hearing things, she couldn't believe her ears.

"What?" She gaped.

"It needn't be right away, I don't mean we have to do it tonight, but I

would like to try it."

"Why?" Came the started reply.

Donna stopped. That was a good question.  Why? Why did she want to perform

such an act, and with her own daughter? 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, 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

being a teenager she had wanted to watch it coiling and making it's 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 body that 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 Sue; both women were similar in many ways.

Sue 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 Sue could think of no

show of devotion so complete. They 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

continued to lock her gaze with Brittany's, as she continued in a low but

steady voice, the task of winning her over.

"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. We're

not just a normal Mother and daughters are we honey? We're also lovers."

Donna paused for a second to let her words sink in. "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 frustrated." 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 satisfy me in the way I have asked you to do. I'm asking you now

Brittany are you willing to do as I've asked?"

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." She reached out and took

the child's clenched hand and opened it. She bent down and planted a soft

kiss into its palm, and then smiled lovingly at her. "Do I take that as a

yes?" Brittany's face was flushed, a picture of bashful uncertainty, but she

managed a brief 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'd 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.

Donna sat up on the bed, 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 shit looks like as it comes out of my bottom. I'd like you 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 the crease between my cheeks."

Reaching out, she took Brittany's hand and led her to the bathroom.

The 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 were mirrored to give a floor to

ceiling reflection. It was to this mirror that Donna chose to stand in front

of, telling Brittany to kneel down on the 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?"

"Suppose so."

Donna bit her lip. Brittany didn't sound too eager, so she tried again.

"I know how much you like my sexy bottom. You said it was sexy yourself

didn't you? Well just think of it as though it's feeding you. You should

like that shouldn't you? Hmmm?"

"Do you want me to eat it now? You said you were going to do it later." She

frowned up at Donna.

"No I don't mean now. Just watch love. Watch it come out of me and fall on

the floor, then pick it up in your hands and put it down the bowl. That way

you'll get a feel of it, as well as a taste when we get on the bed and you

lick me." Brittany was nervous, but even though she wasn't showing it, she

was excited at the same time. This new twist had come as a complete surprise

to her and she wandered how she was going to cope. But by now, she was

infatuated by her sexy Mother, she was getting to know every inch of her

body, how it felt, what it tasted like and just recently what came out of

it. She adored being her Mother's pee girl; the taste thrilled her, as did

the warm salty jet as it coursed down into her stomach. Donna's obvious

excitement at the act acted as a channel for her own stimulus, until she

desired it as much as her Mother. Now she wandered if this new sex game

would be as much fun, and bring her even closer to the woman she adored.

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 rested the whole

future of their sex life and the unanswered question of weither Donna would

find a willing partner for her copraphillic fantasies. She wanted a toilet

slave, 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 eject the faeces. She had to

really 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 was filled with the stench of the reeking turd. Brittany

wanted to hold her nose and say 'pooh! `. Then 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 onto Brittany's

face, before finally resting on her small mouth, the connection between the

two very obvious.  Her hand dropped down past her belly as with slow

deliberation she parted the lips of her sex, then teased the nub of her

clit, flicking it with her finger tip, 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. Now she asked her to pick it up

and feel it with her hands.  When she was satisfied that she'd held it long

enough and not been too disgusted at the feel of it, she allowed herself a

sigh of relief, then told her to drop it into the pan.

"I'd like you to lick your hands clean now."

Brittany opened them up, they were streaked with brown stains and smelt

horribly, but with a sudden surge of courage she stuck her tongue out and

lapped it across her greasy palm. The taste was awful, but perversely the

very thought of the filthy act she was perpetrating gave her a strange

thrill and she forced herself to carry on licking until both hands were

clean. For her part Donna could hardly give credence to the sight of her

daughter dutifully licking her shitty hands clean. It caused her to give a

loud groan and clutch her sex with the rest of her hand. It was a fantastic

start, and hopefully a sign that things would get even better. Her 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." Brittany went over and climbed onto the mattress to kneel behind her

Mother. She looked at the graphic scene of Donna's arse-hole caked 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, the thought of doing such an

intimate act and knowing how much her older lover had almost begged her to

do it filled her with an inner strength, enough to make her continue. With a

huge effort she gulped down the brown shit sauce from her tongue and stuck

it out again and pushed further into the tunnel for another tongue smearing.

Again she did the same and 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 down to her cunt she began frigging herself.

At the same time she began pushing her ass into Brittany's face, smearing

the brown slime around her lips, cheeks and forehead until she was truly

browned. Although aware of the gross nature of the act she was performing,

Brittany began to experience an intense feeling of pleasure as she listened

to her Mother's moans of ecstasy. The fact that what she was doing such a

forbidden with her Mother sent thrills through her small body, until

suddenly the vile taste wasn't so bad after all and she began to enjoy the

experience.

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 and

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 pressed so

deeply inside the rectum that she had no chance of drawing any breath. She

just waited to be released and allowed to breath again. Then the scream

ended and ebbed out into a series of guttural groans as Donna fell forward

onto the mattress sobbing. Donna had never experience 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. Phew.

"God that was intense." She chuckled.

The next few days brought them both closer to Donna's ultimate goal and when

five days later, Brittany picked up one of her freshly expelled turds and

licking the tip with her tongue moaned "Umm... yummy" and proceeded to lick

the round the brown nugget as though it was an ice cream Donna decided she

was ready. Taking the piece of shit in her own hand, she ran the slimy end

around her daughter's lips as though applying lips stick. Satisfied with her

work she gave a final brush on each of her cheeks, then stood back again and

chucked throatily.

"Now you're really a brownie."

Brittany looked in the mirror and laughed at her bizarre reflection.

"Do you think you're ready to go the whole way then?"

Brittany looked back at her Mothers arched brow and nodded.

"Yes Mummy, I'd love to."

Donna tapped Brittany's nose playfully, delighted with the way events were

unfolding.

"Excellent."

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, and

began to prepare the evening meal. Brittany was 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 she heard the sounds of plates and

cutlery being set and the unmistakable sound of the meal dished up. She ran

down the stairs shouting.

"Mum, Muuuum is dinner reeeady!"

When she reached the dining room her Mother had already started the 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 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 and you'll not

have long to wait, I had a bowl of bran this morning and that always makes

me loose, so I really hope you ARE hungry."

Suddenly Brittany was beside her self with excitement, the thought of eating

from her Mother made her cry out in glee.

"Are you going to do it now Mummy. Please, Pleeeeeese!"

"In about half 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.

"Oh good."

"Oh one more thing dear."

"Yes?"

"Address me as Mistress once we're upstairs. I need a slave for this okay

dear?" Brittany would get what she wanted at last. She wanted a Mistress,

well that was fine, Donna intoned to play her part to the full.

She 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 came 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,

and above them thrilly black 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, a big one and clutched her hands over her midriff, her poise

suddenly lost.

"Oh Gawd." She groaned. "I can't wait any longer."

"Brittany." She shouted. "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 Mistresses

appearance."

Brittany moved her lips but he was still to dazed to speak.

"Answer me slave. Don't keep me waiting. What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?

Hmmm... Well!"

" S.sorry." She blurted.

"Sorry what!" Donna demanded.

"Err... S.sorry Mistress."

"Good, that's betters. 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's toilet?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Excellent" She hissed thrilling at the new role. "I've bought you some

special panties to wear. I wish you to 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 draw. 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 essence of sweet childish innocence, she 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. Thank you for what 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."

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. Thank you for the dinner you are going to give me." She

lisped.

"Pull them down."

In an act of silent reverence, she 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.

This was the moment they had both been waiting for. Donna stepped over the

prone body and stood over the girls face. She 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.

"Open your mouth for me."

She complied immediately, opening her lips wider than Donna ever thought

possible. 'Nothing wrong there' she thought as she thrilled at her

eagerness.

"Good. Now you are going to be my toilet. My very own personal toilet. I am

going to shit in your mouth and you are going to eat it. Every morsel. You

shall consume me."

With that she released her bowels. Released is the correct word because the

waste product within had been building up dangerously for the last

half-hour. There was a loud explosion immediately followed by a whoosh of

light brown yellow shit. Within seconds it had shot out and filled

Brittany's straining mouth to overflow with slimy stinking crap. It wasn't

like the other nights when Donna had defecated in front of her, that had

been a darker brown and much more solid. This had the consistency of

diahorea and stank the room out with its stench. With a superhuman effort

she managed to nip her sphincter and stop the flow giving Brittany a

fighting chance of swallowing it before she was overwhelmed.

"Chew it. That's it, that's it" she encouraged.

She had an easy job of chewing; it was so sloppy it disintegrated in her

mouth as she ground her teeth together, and she was able to swallow it down

with minimum of effort. The gooey filth tasted almost too vile for her to

cope with though, 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.  Luckily she didn't though, and eventually the meal disappeared

into her stomach.  With swimming eyes she looked upwards to see the brown

rosebud of her Mother's anus pulsing wildly, and then dilate as another load

forced it to protrude like a small cone and send a long coil of shit winding

down into her open mouth. This time the brown sausage had more substance to

it and was at least a foot and a half long before it broke off. Such was its

bulk, that it forced the startled girls lips so apart wide that she

experienced a splitting pain at the corners of her mouth. There was no

chance of her accommodating the monster, it filled her up completely and

pressed against the back of her throat with increasing pressure, casing her

to gag anew with water spilling out of her eyes and down her cheeks. Again

Donna clenched her buttocks and stopped the next turd from forcing its way

out into the world. Her eyes took on the look of concern as she turned

around and saw her young lovers struggles. Even though Brittany tried, she

couldn't make head way against the mound sticking out of her mouth. She

couldn't find enough room to move her jaws; she was so crammed with her

Mother's faeces. Donna eased an inch of the protruding monster out of her

mouth with her fingers, and Brittany coughed sending brown spit flying from

her mouth. After to more barks her mouth was empty again and Donna slipped

the tip of the brown sausage back to rest against her lips. She wiped a tear

from Brittany's cheeks as she advised her how to continue.

"Bite this piece off and chew it. You should be all right with it if you

don't struggle but just take it easy and chew it round.  ...Hmmm... will you

be okay?" She asked.

"Umm" from Brittany "yes Mistress."

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 the squishy brown

sausage past her lips and into her mouth once more. This time it wasn't too

much, she had begun to get used to the stronger taste of the usual waste her

Mother produced. In a few moments she had chewed about an inch and a half of

it and then swallowed it in a triumphant gulp. Donna fed her some more, and

then continued feeding her baby with the turd until she had eaten the last

morsel. Yet Donna's bowels were far from being empty; she had to expel more.

Standing up again, she crouched above her mouth once more. After a slight

groan she produced another long turd, and even though it filled her mouth

again, it wasn't the same huge size of the previous monster.  With closed

eyes Brittany got down to the task of munching the turd and swallowing it

down piece-by-piece, a gulp at a time, while Donna watched and masturbated

until it was gone. By now though her small stomach was bulging from the huge

meal and it was with huge relief that her dinner was nearly over.

"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 and let loose with another coiling sausage

of shit. Brittany couldn't help but whimper as the brown mass filled her

mouth again and spilled out across her wet cheeks.  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 gulping it down into her bulging

stomach. Eventually her mouth was empty and she let out a loud belch of

satisfaction. All that was left was for Donna to turn around and do the same

with her bladder as she pissed its warm yellow liquid into Brittany's mouth.

She drank the salty brew gratefully, gulping the gurgling stream down until

her Mother sighed with satisfaction, the satisfaction of relief.

Later 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 Sue getting together appealed to her. They would

both enjoy the experience, she was sure of that. She would arrange it. On

top of all that she was quite taken with Brittany's friend, little Amanda

Stone and thoughts of more sexual escapes featuring her and the girl made

her tingle to her toes.

The future would be very interesting.

Part 4

"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'

PC 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 in. "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 who computer 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 niggardly, but neither

of their incomes matched Donnas who worked as a television reporter.

"Your Mum's good to you." Said Amanda. "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 Mum?"

"Uh hu."

"But really good."

"Yeah, course."

"Well I'm really really good to my Mum 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, my Mum will have to show you." She giggled.

Donna put her head around the door to take a quick look at Amanda who was

sat on the. She had the most beautiful dark brown hair tied into a

pigtail 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 at

just under five foot, with the most scrumptious body. Her sleek legs were

clad in wonderful tight fitting Velcro pants; 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.

"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, and one they'd been keeping ever since they became

lovers a couple of months ago. Donna had lectured her thirteen year old

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.

"Lets go and see Sharon and Julie," said Brittany as she put aside the

game. Amanda quickly picked it up and inserted it into the disk drive.

"Ooh. 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 them." Said Brittany who could also be

determined.

"Staying here!" squealed Amanda defiantly.

"NO YOU'RE NOT!" This time with a scream.

"YES I AM!" Even louder.

"SHUT UP YOU TWO!" The loudest.

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 she

can do. If you want to amuse yourself with your friends you can. My

goodness," she sighed in an exasperatedly tone, "you aren't both joined

at the hip are you. Brittany... Go across the road to Sharon's house and

ask her Mum if you can play with them, I'm sure she'll be more than happy

for you to... Amanda."

"Yes Mrs Hartley." She said jumping to attention with a smile for Donna

who she thought was the prettiest Mum any one could be lucky enough to

have.

"You can stay right here and play with Super Carla. I'll look after you

dear."

Brittany jumped up off the floor and swept past her Mother with a

reproachful look, so much so that Donna caught her arm before she could

get past and gathered her up in a warm hug.

"Darling you know I love you. I don't want my little girl to be upset,

there's nothing wrong with Amanda wanting to play with Carla, you know

how much you wanted to when you first got her." The woman's eyes welled

up with love as she looked into her beautiful daughters face. Amanda's

chagrin vanished, burnt away by the look of unconditional love, and she

hugged her Mother back affectionately.

"Sorry for being silly Mom. I know you love me very much. I'll go over to

Sharon's and come back for supper time."

Donna bent down to give her a peck on the cheek, then straightened back

up and patted her on the bum.

"Ok love. Off with you now and have a good time with your friends."

With the thumping on the stairs receding into the distance Donna turned

around to face Amanda who was still kneeling on the bedroom carpet. They

were by themselves, a fact appreciated by Donna who went and sat next to

the young girl on the carpeted floor.

"I'm glad you and Brittany are friends. You need to have friends at your

age...it's so important to have a special friend who's always there for

you no matter what."

Amanda nodded at these words, a sage expression crossing her serious

features.

"Yes, I know. We're the best of friends."

"Good, I'm pleased you are." Smiled Donna reaching out to stroke Amanda's

cheek. "I couldn't help overhearing you say how you would liked

Brittany's things, and I'd like you to know that you can come over here

to play with them any time you like, even when Brittany isn't here. I

don't mind you coming over, in fact I'd be very pleased to see you."

"Do you really mean that Mrs Hartley?" She asked. "Oh thank you I will."

A wistful expression crossed her face as her gaze swept over Amanda's

toys and games. "Brittany's very lucky, I wish my Mum would buy me

things. Do you give them to her when she's good?"

Donna's hand hadn't stopped caressing Amanda's face, she moved up to

sweep a lock of the little girl's hair away from her eye's and then

lazily strocked her face again.

"Uh huh. That's part of it. And also because we love each other, and 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 I mean is, how is she 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 cute

young thing kneeling 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 breasts. For some reason this aroused her even more. She

moved closer to Amanda, shivering with pleasure from her touch as she

remembered the conversation she'd had with Brittany during their first

night together. She said Amanda liked her a lot. Donna pondered the

implications from this interesting 'nugget' of information. She'd been

thinking of it ever since, and wondered if now was the right time to

explore it's possibilities. She realised it was a risk, and she wasn't

sure if she should reign in her feelings and walk away from the

situation, but as she gazed into the lively twinkling eyes of the

beautiful young creature sitting next to her, she knew it was impossible.

In a low voice she continued.

"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 I shouldn't buy you some of the 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 anything 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 awe struck

toddler tried a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders, which ended up as a

nervous twitch, so she nodded her head instead.

"If you like."

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 girls 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. The girl's small gasp was stifled as Donna

captured her tongue and took it into her mouth to suck. Then she released

it and 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. 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 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 adored this sensuous woman who happened to be Brittany's Mum

and wanted more of the same treatment, much more. She looked up in awe

and tossed her head back sending her long pigtail flying over her

shoulders

"Oh yes Mrs Hartley. I loved it! I just jumped a bit when you made that

funny noise, but can we do it again pleassseee...."

Donna was elated with the youngster's positive response, and she saw no

reason why she shouldn't take things further.

"Yes I'd like that too Amanda. Seeing as you enjoy kissing me so much,

how about me showing you how to give me more kisses, all kinds of

different kisses?"

"Now? Oh yes please. I want to kiss and kiss and kiss." She cried,

getting into the spirit of this new adventure.

Donna got to her feet, pulling the excited girl up off the floor.

"In my bedroom honey."

Then all of a sudden disaster struck as the sound of the front door being

flung open made them both jump.

"Mum! I'm back... they both had to go out with their Mum and Dad."

The sound of the TV coming to life in the living room swept up the

stairs. Donna could have wept with frustration, when she looked down to

commiserate Amanda; the poor girl was on the verge of tears.

She knelt down and gave her a consolation kiss, then whispered in her

ear.

"Listen sweetie. We both enjoyed what we just did and want to do other

nice things don't we?"

Amanda nodded sadly.

"Well then we will. Just leave it all to me. In the meantime say nothing

to anyone, it's our special secret."

Amanda left with a quiet goodbye to Brittany who was sitting in front of

the TV watching cartoons. Donna took a seat on Brittany's old bed and

began to think. She and Amanda had come so close to making love and

although they'd only kissed, it had been especially erotic for both of

them, and what's more the child seemed willing to have gone much further

if the situation had allowed. There were two obstacles to overcome if she

were to have any chance of success. The first was Amanda's Parents. They

had to allow her daughter to stay overnight. She thought she might have

the answer to that if she was patient. When Jean, Amanda's Mother had

looked after Brittany for a week, Donna had offered to do the same for

Amanda. She would renew the offer as she knew Jean and her husband had

been talking about going to London for a weekend to see the sights and

maybe watch a show. She felt sure they'd still welcome the chance to do

that. Maybe she could make an effort to befriend them. They knew each

other through their children, but if she were to get to know them more,

perhaps they would be willing to trust her with Amanda in all kinds of

situations. She decided to invite them both round for a drink as soon as

possible and start from there. One problem potentially solved, now for

the next. Brittany. How would she take to sharing her Mother's love with

her best friend? What a question! Maybe if Brittany could be tempted by

something else, something she'd regard as compensation. No, that wouldn't

do, it wasn't compensation she'd need it was replacement, and not with

something but rather with someone. SUSAN. The name popped into her head

with a fanfare of trumpets. Yes Brittany and Susan together... what a

wonderful idea. When Amanda comes to stay, Brittany can go over to

Susan's place. She'd certainly have a weekend of it. Susan had liked

young girls well before Donna, but as yet it was a fantasy unrealised.

They still met for their weekly trysts, and amusingly ever since Donna

had told her about Brittany and shown Susan some photos of her, she

couldn't stop asking. She knew Susan was dying to meet Brittany, but as

yet she hadn't got lucky. If she were offered the opportunity of having

Brittany to herself she'd probably wet herself with excitement. Donna

smiled at the thought of pee dribbling down her friend's legs; maybe

she'd get Brittany to lick it off. 'Well, well... things to be arranged,

I've work to do' she thought. She just hoped Brittany would be willing to

take on a new challenge. In the meantime she still felt frustrated from

her aborted seduction of Amanda, and although she was feeling

apprehensive about her forthcoming conversation with Brittany, this

afternoons turn of events had left her feeling very randy. Immediate

relief was called for; she got up from the bed and went in search of her

sexy young daughter.

As it was she needn't have worried about Brittany's reaction to her

proposition. She enjoyed the erotic arts nearly as much as her Mother

even though she was only thirteen. Her confidence was increasing each

time they made love, she thrilled at the power she had when her older

lover cried out her name and 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. Brittany needed to be

needed, even to the point of it becoming a fetish. The very act of giving

pleasure, especially if she was made to do it was the thing that rocked

Brittany's world more than anything else. Even though her Mother more

than filled her needs in that direction - there were often occasions when

she nearly fell asleep at school - she was starting to look at other

grown women with the eye's of a hopeful submissive. She'd 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. Her gaze was turning to

other women; if Donna had had any inkling of the way her daughter's mind

was running she'd have been greatly relieved.

She found Amanda drinking lemonade from the kitchen fridge, the glass

tipped back in the air as she glugged down the fizzy liquid. She finished

drinking and 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 and Brittany

adored. 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 to Amanda that was part of the fun. She knew

what was expected of her but went along with the game of pretended

innocence just for the amusement of the situation.

"Hello Mum, its hot today isn't it? I was just drinking my lemonade; it's

nice and cold. Umm, Yummy ... Did you come to get some too?"

"No."

"Oh" She exclaimed in pretended surprise. "Then what did you come for"?

"You! Kneel down in front of me and suck my cunt!"

"Oh Mum. Oh!..."

"Be quick! Get your head under my skirt and pull down my knickers!"

Amanda moved to obey and dropped to her knees before the smouldering

woman. Lifting up her 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. The girl looked up to see Donna reach

behind her back to undo her bra, then watched as the creamy pears burst

free and swung above her head. Looking past, she studied her Mother's

face; it reminded her of a Queen sitting astride her throne and looking

down at the bowed heads of her court, one of triumphant dominance, she

completed the picture by cupping and squeezing her proud breasts and

hefting them up high.

"Make me cum in your mouth."

Brittany moved forward, pressing 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 her self more accessible, she let out a quiet

"Yes" as she felt the girls mouth go where she wanted. Peeling the lips

aside she 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; her 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 before

she felt her hands on the back of her head as she 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

Mum 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 twisting and tugging her ears as she jammed her cunt

into her face. "Ugh...Ugh...Ugh Oh God 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 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 knelt down and kissed her wetly on the lips.

Early Evening

A hidden observer...say it's you, would see a slim woman in her late

thirties. She has a long intelligent face, she looks assertive yet

beautiful. Her hair a tawny red hangs down and rests on her shoulders.

You see her reading a magazine, her brow knitted in concentration,

occasionally she reaches for a notepad to make notes. She is bare below

the waist, the dim glow of the wall lights are enough to show you the

glimmer of her naked skin in the soft light. Her top half is covered by a

black tea-shirt with a red logo spread across the front. To say she is

sitting on the floor wouldn't be entirely accurate. Her buttocks have a

cushion, the upturned face of a young girl. Her face is impossible to

see, hidden as it is between the two spread cheeks of the lady's

buttocks. The minutes go by, broken by the occasional turning of the page

from the reading woman until you begin to wander at the purpose of the

peculiar site. The thought hasn't been in your head for more than a few

moments before you see her stop reading the magazine and put it aside.

She lifts her buttocks up for a moment and looks down at the girl. She

says something you can't catch; the girl's head nods briefly before being

covered once more by the pale domes. The woman picks up the magazine and

resumes her reading. Then you hear something... a moist crackling sound

that you can't place, a sound of something on the move. You notice the

youngster's cheeks are bulging as though they are full and you wander

what with.

"MPHH!!!"

The noise of balking, then the girl's stomach jerks. Everything stops;

the woman's gaze remains frozen on the page, while beneath her the child

lays perfectly still except for her twitching stomach. Then suddenly, her

chin begins moving, slowly at first, very slowly, then a little quicker

until it's munching away beneath the buttocks. The woman's sense of

relief is tangible and before long her eyes are moving across the page as

she resumes her reading. Even though you aren't close, you can see the

girl's throat bobbing and hear the unmistakable sound of swallowing. Then

it stops. The woman is still reading... seemingly engrossed in the

magazine... then you hear the earlier wet crackling sound. The youngsters

cheeks swell up, but this time she doesn't balk, but begins chewing and

swallowing until eventually, bit by bit they begin to empty. So it goes

on, the only visible signs of what is really happening are two runny

chocolate like rivulets seeping from the corners of her mouth ... It

happens three more times, until the woman's lips part with a sigh of

satisfaction, a signal that her ablutions are over.

Late Evening

They had a cosy supper in bed... well Donna did. Scrambled eggs and

mushrooms on toast. Wearing a short nightie, she brought the food on a

silver tray with a two mugs of hot chocolate. The springs creaked as she

got into bed next to her naked daughter, and began chatting in between

mouthfuls of egg and mushrooms. She ate until her plate were empty, then

put the tray on the side and smoothed down the cool sheets.

"Pity you're full already." She giggled mischievously.

Brittany groaned and rubbed her bulging stomach.

"Darling, I'd like to us to talk." She said changing the tone suddenly.

"Alright Mum." 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 Mum."

"When we make love it's very special. Nothing can change that, even when

me and Susan do its good, but it isn't the same, it never will be with

anyone else." She paused. Brittany nodded on cue.

"I'd like you to consider going to bed with her. I know she wants to with

you."

Amanda felt a thrill of excitement. She'd seen Susan on the telly and

thought she was sooo cool, the sexy blonde lady who read the news. Wow!

"In return I'd also like to add someone else to the people I'd like to do

it with. Amanda." The last word was said slowly, she held her breath."

"Amanda!!!" Brittany could hardly believe her ears.

"Amanda." Donna repeated. "We've kissed and she wants to go further. I'd

like that to happen Brittany."

Brittany was silent for a while as she thought over what she'd just

heard. She sat for a long time in silence while Donna waited patiently

for her to respond.

"Yes." She said finally. "Alright. When can I see Susan?"

Donna was surprised. "Are you sure? I mean...fantastic...great...I'm

just..."

"Mum it's ok I like Susan and I don't mind you and Amanda. It's alright

cos she's my best friend and I want her to know how brilliant you are."

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 her 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 her self

naked

"Oh Mum I'm tired." She complained.

"It's okay darling. Just a quickie, I promise. Really."

"Ok." She sighed climbing wearily down the bed and not noticing her

Mother's crossed fingers.

Part 5

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 had been

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 lady. She 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 forth 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 a

beginning, the culmination of weeks of planning, and of a carefully built

friendship with the Stone family. They responded with warmth to her

overtures and had been genuinely flattered to count such a well-known

personality as their friend.

It was an important night for other reasons too. Susan and Brittany were

to meet each other for the first time, if they liked each other; Donna

had 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... Oh well, never

mind."

"Mum."

Donna felt a tug on her skirt and looked round to see her daughter

Brittany smiling nervously at her. She was wearing a small turquoise

halter-top and a pair of clingy black jeans that fitted tightly over her

curvy buttocks. Her face was breathtakingly beautiful with long golden

hair framing her pretty 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.

"I see you're wearing your favourite top for me, you know how cute I

think you look in it. You look fabulous darling" 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.

"Or maybe not for me?" she smiled wryly. "Okay, okay...I'll introduce you

to 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 meet 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 teen had shared.

With and effort she switched her mind back to the present and led her

daughter to the swimming pool.

"Oooh there she is." exclaimed Brittany as her excitement grew. "She

looks far prettier than on the telly."

Donna chuckled quietly as she saw Susan look up from her circle of

admirers and spy Brittany for the first time. The rest of the group were

looking up at the blonde 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; her and Brittany

shared the same sentiments when it came to fresh young beauties. Susan

was struck by how delicate she looked compared to the photo. 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." And "Oh my, what an angel" came drifting over to her.

'Yes isn't she.' Susan added under her breath. 'Please let her want me'.

Luckily the feeling was mutual. Nobody else existed for Brittany except

the elegant blonde lady, 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. 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 Mum. I want to." She said quietly.

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 Maam." She replied before going over to the fill the ladies 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 even more wistful smiles 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.

"Lets 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." She grinned back.

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.

"They're still enjoying themselves." Susan said tilting her head in their

direction.

"Umm...its nicer here." Replied Brittany wistfully.

"Yes it is." Answered the woman.

"It is with you." Brittany added coyly.

"Thank you. I think the same about you...You're very pretty Brittany. I

thought you were when you're Mother showed me your photo, but now that I

see you in the flesh I think you're the most exquisite creature that I've

ever seen."

Brittany didn't know how to answer that; 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 wanted us to see if we liked each other."

Brittany nodded. "Yes I know."

"Do you like me?"

"Yes." She replied meeting the woman's glinting eyes.

Susan tossed her head back causing a shock of blonde

hair to splash across her bare shoulders. Most men would have given their

hind teeth to have been in the same position, with arguably the most

glamorous women on television, they wouldn't have believed she was using

her charms to impress an adolescent girl.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" She pressed further.

"Ohh yes, yes, very, very pretty." She gushed suddenly as her feelings

flooded into the open. "Mum said that we... that we might be girlfriends

and...and... that we..." 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 a lifetime's fantasy with such a beautiful young creature was

almost too good to be true.

"I'd like us to be girlfriends too Brittany. If you think I'm pretty,

perhaps you'd like to please me the way only a very special girlfriend

can?" She whispered seductively.

Brittany nodded shyly and answered in a hushed voice.

"Yes I want to."

Susan reached out and gently traced her finger over her 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 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 tears ran down her cheeks. Her emotions were

in turmoil, right now she'd have done anything for the seductive woman,

and she wanted this as much as she did. Such a beautiful lady,

so...so...oh just everything, she wanted to please her forever and ever.

"Yes you can Susan, as much as you want." She gushed.

"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 it felt romantic in the secluded summerhouse and 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. 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.

"Yes come with me. Is my bedroom alright?"

"Marvellous." She cooed. "Anywhere as long as it's private."

Walking quietly from the gazebo, 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 reasurred 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 Mothers 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!" exclaimed Brittany triumphantly as she produced one from the

bedside draw.

"Clever girl."

She laughed as Brittany slipped it into the lock and gave it a turn.

"Lets sit down!"

They both took a seat on the small single bed then she 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 her own eagerness mirrored there. With measured

deliberation, she guided her 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 her lips 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.

"Mmm...yes!"

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 and picked up a CD which said 'Sounds of The

Eighties" and put it into the player. 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 she gathered her to her.

Gradually running her hands over the girl's bare legs, the woman stroked

and caressed the smooth flesh, her fingers travelling upwards to her

inner thighs and small pink knickers. Then her hand dipped inside the

material and traced the outline of the girl's puffy lips before dipping

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 cried out again but

the sound was stifled as the woman caught her tongue and sucked it

inside, moaning steadily as her own excitement increased. Brittany's

thrusts were faster now as she raced towards an orgasm which was strong

enough to send wonderful thrills of pleasure running through her body.

Her body shook as she jerked repeatedly and then went limp as she

collapsed and lay there content while warm ripples of pleasure spread

through her body like a stone falling into a pool. She felt as though

she'd passed out briefly, for when she came to her cheeks were wet with

tears and instead of sitting on the bed she found herself on her back

with Susan laying on top of her. The kiss hadn't stopped for a second as

Susan gently pushed the teen onto her back and then climbed over her. She

brought her hands up and cupped them on either side of her wet cheeks and

held her still as she fed on her mouth. Brittany 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 skirt 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. Breaking the kiss and lifting up her

skirt, she walked on her knees up Brittany's body until she was crouching

over her face. 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 it's

shaft after pulling back it's hood. It was larger than her mother's 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.

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.

She descended onto Brittany's still open mouth with a muffled "Mpph" and

began rocking. A moment later her head was lifted off the pillow by the

woman's cradling hands as she drew her face hard against her cunt. The

bedroom shook with a loud bang as a firework exploded, it drowned out the

pale glow from the bedside light to illuminate the sight of a woman

bucking and straining over a girls mouth as the CD played on.

"Accra Accra dabbra, I'm gonna reach out and grab ya."

Meanwhile Donna was enjoying the party. Although she felt slightly

jealous 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, a family emergency or something, 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. A 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 came to an end 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 two

shattering orgasms while sitting over her face but that had only served

to increase her appetite for more

"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; your

Mum and me are going to give you lots and lots to drink. I hope you're

going to be nice and thirsty for us, hungry too, I'm saving it all up for

you Brittany darling, I'm going to give you such a big dinner to eat...

your Mum is too."

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 were she loved them, she was her Mothers

slave in every respect.

Just then she heard footsteps on the stairs.

"Mum, is that you!"

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.

"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 knock on your door when I'm ready for you both, then we're really

going to have some fun!"

She headed for the bedroom with a flush warming her face aided in part by

the drinks from the party. She felt randier than ever now her doubts had

been dispersed and 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?" Shouted Susan.

"I'm inventing a new dance." Called Donna.

"Uh?!!"

"Yes, I'm ready." She laughed as she trod naked across the landing carpet

and knocked on Brittany's door. A couple of moments later the key turned

in the lock and a grinning Susan and Brittany stepped out to meet her,

all three of them naked on the landing.

"Enjoyed your drinks?"

"Uh huh. Enjoyed my daughter?" Countered Donna with a twinkle.

"Oh yes."

"I see... How have you been sweetie?" She asked looked down at Brittany.

"Oooh lovely." Cooed the girl, wrapping her arms around Susan's waist and

pressing her cheeks against her breasts.

"Sue's cool."

"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. Not to be outdone Susan did the same, then 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 décor 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 Mum" burst Brittany, "you know I love you more than anyone in the

whole world. I love you, I love you." She cried.

"Prove it then ...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?" she sniffed petulantly "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 lay back and rested on her elbows as she watched and listened to

the sounds of lovemaking. 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. Finally she lay back spent

for the time being as Susan took her place to have Brittany 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 teen; she was such a bonny little

thing and still wearing a pair of pink panties 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 her hair. Spurt after spurt

of hot cum juice suddenly shot out of her vagina in spasms, filling her

mouth to the brim as the climax exploded within her.

"Ohhh! Ohhh! Brittany! Brittany! Brittany! How do yooo...Fuck yesss!!!

Drink me! I'm creaming your mouth. Drink everything...now! Now! Drink my

cum! Ohhh..."

She thrashed and wriggled like a stranded eel as she slammed her hips

back and forth, spewing out her orgasm into Brittany's gulping 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

the newsreaders 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. 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 dreams come true, and 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 a I can care to remember." She 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 me getting nasty and dirty with you?"

Brittany considered the question for a moment.

"I think you should give me more pocket money."

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 our 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.

"Brittany lay on the floor. I'm going to piss in your mouth!!!" Her voice

was shaking as she spoke, betraying her excitement.

"Oh yes Susan" moaned Donna. "Make her drink everything!"

Brittany jumped to obey, quickly getting into position and laying on the

floor face up. The moaning woman squatted above her face then lowered her

blonde quim to within a few inches of her open mouth.

"Ohhhh!"

A hot yellow stream began cascading from her fluttering lips and

splashing against the roof of Brittany's mouth. It was a hot night,

everyone in the room felt the night's heat as their body temperatures

rose, and Susan's piss was more than the usual 'tepid' she was used to

drinking, it nearly scalded her mouth as she gulped it down! It tasted

saline and bitter as though she'd been storing it up for sometime and it

made Brittany pull a face as she drank. On and on it spurted, never

faltering as it gushed a steady torrent into her mouth.

"Oh yes darling...drink me, I've been waiting so long to do this to you."

Donna eyes flashed with lust as she sat and watched her pretty daughter

drinking Susan's piss. Brittany drank her piss every day, but 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 face and

spraying a torrent of foaming yellow pee into her mouth too erotic for

words. Her noisy gulping rang around the bedroom as her throat struggled

to take it all down with some of the piss foaming from her mouth as it

overwhelmed her. 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, and as the flow diminished she changed her stance and

lowered her cunt onto the girls mouth making sure she didn't waste

anything.

"Marvellous honey, just keep on drinking it. I don't want you to spill a

drop, just keep taking it down like a good girl...Yeah" she urged "drink

all of it...Drink my golden nectar!"

The trickle turned to drops as she shook them from her labia onto her

tongue.

"Thank you Brittany. I loved that. Donna honey...I'm ready to go... you

know...can I do it now. Do you mind if I go first?"

"You're the guest here." Smiled Donna. "Go ahead." Then she turned to

Brittany. "Go and bring your 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. "Make me a little girl."

"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."

"Thank you. You do love me don't you?"

Donna's face showed concern as she answered the girl's question.

"Why of course dear. Why do you need to ask?"

"Well it's just that I'm a bit frightened. I've never had anyone else do

a poop in my mouth, only you. And if you both do it to me I don't know if

I'll be able to eat it all."

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. As for both of us doing it to

you...Well honey, I know it's a lot but I'm sure you'll be okay with it.

Like I say, just do you're very best and try to 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 to a draw and pulled out a black rubber mat, then laid it

on the floor as she'd done so many times before.

"Do you want me on my back Susan?" She asked.

"No angel, just kneel down on it." 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 sighed 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. It tasted of what her Mum would call 'nasty

delicious', foul and bitter to the extreme of her senses, that was why it

was so delicious, 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 wonderful thought Brittany. Susan's ring 'bit' the clod off, leaving

the broken end sticking from her greasy lips at a precarious angle. Her

eyes were wide with wonder as she knelt down with her face on a level

with Brittany's and gripped the end of the brown block.

"Hold it just there darling. Let your lips make a soft bed for it to lie

on as you savour its flavour. Just run your tongue up and down and taste

it. Now bite a portion off...Yes that's it... now munch on it and let it

break in your mouth."

She did as she was told, no easy task when your mouth is full of such a

monster. 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.

"Oh Brittany, I love to see you eating my shit." She gasped in a

strangled voice. "How I've wanted to have a girl do this for me... For so

many years I've dreamt. That's good... Ohhh yes, swallow it... take it

down, take it down darling, right into your belly."

So she crooned, guiding the end and pushing it between her greasy lips

until it rested on the back of her teeth. Donna got up from the bed to

stand behind her daughter and push her face onto the turd until it was

gone, eaten by the chomping angel with the pink panties and the cute

springy pigtails.

"Give her some more Sue love, I know she loves it, she eats mine often

enough, the beautiful little slut girl. Go on fill her up and don't

fucking stop even if she begs you to!"

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 wonder, bewitched once more by the

backside being jostled into her face. 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 a long train of gooey poop. It stank

and it tasted foul, but by now, Brittany was a shit slave. Before then

she was only her mother's, but after today any female who cared to claim

her mouth could have it, and as she chewed and swallowed mouthfuls of

steaming sausages she realized she'd found her place in life. She hummed

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.

"Please Susan, give me more to eat...Shit in my mouth again!" She sobbed

after swallowing a mouthful of stinking waste.

"Oh my darling... Yes, I have some more... just watch this, I'm going to

flood you honey. I'm going to make you choke on it!" she gasped.

She repeated her earlier stance and cast a glance over her shoulder but

frowned in annoyance when a lock of stray blonde 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,

the insides of her cheeks were brown and runny with rivulets of poop

which clasped Brittany's cheeks to cake them in a layer of filth. Two

more stools were expelled form her arse and 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.

Now lets see how you manage with this..."

Her voice trailed off and Brittany felt a hand on her shoulders guiding

her down onto the mat. Her gaze swept upwards along the insides of her

mothers legs, travelling up past her shapely calves and the long stretch

up to her creamy thighs as she reached down and parted her labia so that

it hung free of her pubic hair. Brittany recovered her composure and

parted her lips in readiness. It came in a torrent; almost drowning her

with its ferocity. As hard as she swallowed it spilt from her mouth and

ran down her face and into her hair. Niagara Falls spilled down from

between her legs, her hot piss chocking her with its force. She sat up

coughing and gasping while Donna continued to piss on her. Finally she

finished and stepped aside for a moment to take in the scene of her

nearly drowned lover, but the respite was short as she hunched down and

straddled her once more.

"Mummies' turn to take a dump in her little girlfriends mouth." She

cooed. "Be good to me and eat everything up. At least you can try, I've

rather a lot for you tonight."

Her buttocks wobbled and shook as a barrage of wet brown debris

splattered the back of her throat. It piled up before she had time to

start swallowing and began overflowing from the corners of her mouth in

brown streaky rivulets.

"Phutt! Phutt! Phutt! Phuttt!

The report sounded around the bedroom and it became obvious that she

stood no chance of coping with the deluge. The scene resembled a mud

fight when Donna finally turned round and admired her handy work. It was

everywhere; Brittany's face was literally buried under a mound of

effluent, while her once beautiful hair now resembled an accident with

brown cake icing. And the smell...

"Phaww," tittered Susan screwing up her nose. "You didn't warn us about

that! It looks like an explosion in a chocolate factory"

Donna burst out laughing, her breasts shaking as sobs of mirth racked her

body.

"I didn't... I never realised...that was going.... to happen.... it must

have been something I ate..."

Even Brittany was trying to laugh somewhere beneath her new home, in

doing so more of the pile found it's way into her mouth where she just

about managed to swallow it before choking. She struggled up into a

sitting position and between bouts of giggling and eating she managed to

add a few words herself.

"I warned you about that curry Mum!"

That made them laugh even more. They were still tittering when they made

their way to the shower. Donna smiled lovingly as she held her daughters

hand and joined her in the shower.

"You get the extra pocket money!"

Forbidden Needs Part 6

By seasiren6877athotmail.com

The Proposition.

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 six whole weeks. 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 six months, a fact

shared by only one other person, Donnas' best friend Susan. It was Susan

who had once joined them for a memorable menage-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. Six

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 when the situation was partially her own fault.

It had begun a week ago when David and Jean (Mr and Mrs Stone) had asked

if they could speak to her on a particular matter that was apparently

important to all of them.  David had welcomed Donna into their home and

invited her to take a seat in their large and comfortable living room

before he joined his wife on the sofa opposite. She studied them both for

a moment. Jean was a neat almost prim woman of forty-eight, thinner than

her and a head or so smaller. She had a pretty face though, Donna

thought, permed midnight hair and with such large pretty eyes fringed

with the sexiest long black eyelashes; she wondered if she had secret

depths hidden far away beneath the rather mundane persona she tended to

display. Her husband David looked like a rather ordinary person, going to

seed somewhat, with thinning hair and a middle-aged paunch. They weren't

really her friends or even her kind of people, she knew that. In fact the

only reason she tolerated their company was because of their daughter

Amanda. A picture of her sweet upturned face sprang into her mind, she

was back in her house alone with her, and they were kissing... Oh bliss!

"We want to talk to you about Amanda." David Stone said.

Donna jumped out of her romantic reverie with a guilty blush. Were her

thoughts so transparent? Was he reading her mind?

"We know you like her."

"Well yeah, she's a nice kid..." began Donna with a slight frown as the

first stirrings of panic (namely the fact that the girl was only eleven

years old) welled up in her throat. "I mean of course...."

 "No, I mean you really like her Donna" David smiled as he put emphasis

on the word 'really' . We've both noticed the way you look at her and how

she blushes whenever you do. Don't get frightened... please, just let me

continue. I know some of this might seem strange to you.  You're probably

afraid that I'm going to be hostile.  Let me start off by saying that I

know what you and Amanda have been doing, I know how you kissed her and

would probably have gone further if circumstances had allowed you to.

Frankly I don't think it's any of my business even if you had.  All I can

see is the enchantment and love written all over Amanda's face, and that

makes me very happy indeed."

 "I . . ."

 "Don't say anything yet.  Just hear me out and I think you'll understand

where I'm coming from.  The real reason I'm so pleased with Amanda's

choice of an adult friend goes way back to my own childhood.  When I was

eight years old I was befriended and taught about love by a thirty-six

year-old woman who happened to be a friend of my Mother.  These days it

would be labelled child abuse, but nothing could have been further from

the truth.  She was kind and considerate, and she genuinely loved me. And

what was more important, she taught me to love and respect other people

and become confident in myself.  She was very tender, and she went very

slowly.  But she taught me about love and how to give it in every way,

shape and form.  I went through my entire childhood spending as much time

with her as I could until I became a man in my own right and started

dating girls my own age. I will always be very grateful to her, Donna,

and I see nothing wrong in you and Amanda finding the same kind of

happiness if that's what you both want."

Donna was pensive as she absorbed this latest revelation. A woman taking

an eight-year-old boy for her lover was no more peculiar than the idea of

her and Amanda or Brittany come to that, it was . . .

"Donna."

Donna swung her head towards Jean as she snapped out of her reverie,

dimly aware her mouth was wide open she closed it and then raised an

eyebrow questioningly deciding to deny everything to the police if that's

what all this was about.

"You haven't a thing on me, I did noth. . . ."

"No dear, don't jump to the wrong conclusions," soothed Jean "just hear

us out. David isn't mad at you, nor am I dear, we're not the kind of

people to condemn anyone. You see David had an unusual childhood, one

that he told me of as soon as we fell in love, and it didn't spoil

anything. It's been the best thing that ever happened to him apart from.

. . ."

They were in love, enveloped and embraced by it, an entity in itself that

bound them both together so strongly that for a moment  Donna regretted

the way she was, she knew her own personal needs would never allow her to

experience the normal love of a man the way any other women could.

. . . "Apart from you, my love." David continued as he placed his hand

tenderly over his wife's.

Her face lit up and they shared a warm smile before she resumed.

"We've spoken to Amanda. She thinks a lot about you Donna, in fact she's

in love with you."

 Donna blinked stupidly for a moment, expecting the dream to evaporate

any second. But it didn't, this was real life, it was actually happening!

Amanda's parents were calmly telling her they knew of her illegal

activities with their eleven-year-old year-old daughter and they didn't

mind. What's more, from what David was saying, it sounded like they

wouldn't be averse to her having a full physical relationship with her.

Jean's eyes met hers in a level stare and Donna suddenly saw her in a new

light; she had hidden depths within her prim character which had as yet

gone untapped.

"There's one more thing. . . . . David?" She turned to her husband with a

raised eyebrow.

"Ah. . . .Yes. The lady in question was a person of refinement. For her

everything had to be just so, including her pleasures. She was quite

fastidious in the manner of how I pleased her, it had to be done

correctly or she would be upset -- and I hated that more than anything

since I adored her so much. In other words Donna, I became her servant. I

pandered to her every whim and need; my only aim in life was to provide

her with pleasure. She taught me  that the mouth is a tool; it can do

many things such as make wonderful sounds when we sing or use it to play

a musical instrument. But to do both of these things and many more it

needs to be schooled. In this respect she was my tutor.  She taught me

how to use my lips and tongue in a myriad of different and exciting ways

to please and thrill her lovely body, and in time my mouth did indeed

become a finely tuned instrument. Thanks to my lover I learned all the

nuances and skills of oral servitude and it has stood me in good stead

for pleasing other women in adult life."

Jean's face broke into a blushing smile as she and her husband shared

another look, this time one of quiet agreement. David began to lightly

run the small finger of one hand up and down between each of the fingers

on Jean's hand, which now rested, lightly clenched, on his knee.  His

pinkie, as it lingeringly flicked over and back against each crook where

two fingers met, reminded Donna of a tongue tasting the deep, sweet

cracks of a yielding anus. In turn Donna began looking at the Stone's in

a new light. They had suddenly become very interesting, and she felt she

would like to know more about them as people in their own right rather

than just using them as a means of getting to Amanda.

"It has done me no harm." He continued. "I'm a quiet man and that's my

nature, I usually prefer others to do the talking but I listen to what

they say, and I have learnt a great deal that way. She taught me to do

that when I was with her. I listened to every word she said, and then

obeyed. I never needed to be told twice and that not only stood me in

good stead with her, but it helped me in my professional life when I grew

older."

Donna reflected on his success in business, he was the vice president of

a large insurance company and was clearly thriving in his endeavours.

. ..  . . . . . . "I'd like Amanda to enjoy the benefits of such a

relationship and what it can bring to her in later life. We would like

you to be her Mistress, and for her to be your servant. Do you accept?"

Donna closed her eyes for a moment as her gaze travelled inwards to

examine her soul. This wasn't just about her pleasure; there was more to

their request than that. Yes, she would slake her needs with Amanda; she

would quench her thirst with her a thousand times and more. But it had to

be paid for. Her pleasure came at a price; it would be her responsibility

to shape Amanda's mind and character into that of a successful and

attentive young lady. It would mean dividing her attentions between

Amanda and her own daughter. There'd be no strain on her libido, she knew

that; her sex drive had always been abnormally high, she would tire the

two girls to exhaustion and not the other way round.

"Yes I accept!" She said, staring into the eyes of each one of them.

Relief showed itself on their faces as they saw the commitment and

determination on Donna's face and any tension they had felt ebbed out of

them as they both sank back in their seats satisfied.

. . "With all my heart I accept."

They  broke out the drinks now the weight had been lifted and it was

decided Amanda would stay with Donna over the summer holidays. It would

mean an intense one-to-one relationship with the young girl, which meant

that Brittany couldn't be in the same house. She would try and arrange

something with Susan, she was sure something could be worked out. Or at

least she tried to tell herself it could, such was her eagerness to find

a way to make it all work. It was also agreed that Amanda should come

home for a weekend halfway through her stay. After all six weeks was a

life time to a child, and this would at least break up the absence from

her parents somewhat, and then, well, if it all worked out, Amanda could

visit Donna's house three times a week to continue their relationship

while Brittany in turn would spend those particular nights in Amanda's

bed at the Stone's. Of course Susan would be involved too on any weekend

she could visit them she could join her and Brittany, so all in all it

sounded pretty damn perfect. . . .if everything worked according to plan.

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Donna hadn't looked forward to telling her daughter, but she needn't have

worried in the end, she'd taking the news as though it was the beginning

of a big adventure, and in a way it was. . . .

"Mom, 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

it's delicate shades of pink, it's 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

rest of the summer holidays, but unfortunately she'd been landed a

special assignment overseas and away from the newsroom. But all wasn't

lost, as Susan had offered to take Brittany to a friend of hers. Ellen,

her friend was an English woman, she was 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 even 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

absent mindedly 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."

 "Mum?"

"Yes honey."

"When we go to France, how will I know what they're saying if they talk

different to me?"

"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."

"Hee... hee... hee... Oh is that true... 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?"

"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 lady 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."

"How old was her girlfriend?"

"Eighteen."

"And how old is Ellen?"

"Ellen is forty-six love. She was forty-three then."

"Heee... heee.... heee."

"Oh... what's tickled you giggle can"

"Is Ellen sexy?"

"Oh I see... thinking of her already are you.... and before you're even

out of our bed... Well yes, little Miss cutie pants, she's very sexy so

there.... However..... I'm sexier than anyone.... AREN'T I BRITTANY?"

Silence: Brittany's eyes danced with devilment as she fought to keep

silent, her lower lips twitching with the strain as she tremored with

mirth under her Mother's gaze.

. . . . . Oh yes? So that's it is it? No answer? . . . And never mind

giggling like a drain, I'm going to make you realize how sexy I am.

You'll be worn out by the time you leave here."  . . . . . . . . . . . .

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

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 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 Amanda's

lips, except Amanda didn't - not yet anyway - she preferred 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...."

A hint of impatience in her mother's voice?

"You like looking huh? Pretty little pussy isn't it? Yesss . . . You know

it is, don't yoooo. 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?   . .  . . . . . . .

. . . . . . . . .

. . . . . . . . . . . . AREN'T YOU?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes Mummy."

"Say you want to suck my cunt. Tell Mummy you want to suck her cunt. Say

'Mummy I want to suck, kiss and make love to your pussy until it creams

in my mouth.' Say that to me Brittany!"

"Mummy...." She whispered.

"Louder darling, louder!"

"Mummy I want to kiss suck and make love to your pussy until it gushes in

my mouth and I drink it all up."

"Very good...I'm very glad you want to drink it all up. . . . . . .

. . . . . . . . .. . .  cos here tis!"

With that she squished herself down onto Brittany face with a dreamy

sigh. Brittany in a world of cunt 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 and . . . . . . . . . . . .

"DARLING, YES!"

There can't have been many young girls trained to such perfection in oral

servitude, but if there were, then Brittany would have been the best. She

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 and screaming and bouncing against Brittany's

mouth and chin. At one point she began sliding 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 and then 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.

Brittany's hand stole down between her own legs and began to gently rub

her small clitoris, the warmth of her Mother's sweet scented body and the

soft duvet sending her to a wonderful world of rainbows and ecstasy.

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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 Mum."

"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. "Cos I'm going away and it's the last time I can

make you happy."

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 could hear, and just then Donna thought of another

indulgence, her favourite as it happened. After all she reasoned, even

though it was only two 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.

"Mmmm . . .  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 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.

"No, not today Mummy, not hungry today thanks." 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.

"Oops!"

"I'll give you oops young lady." She said, pretending to be angry, but

not fooling Brittany in the slightest. "Have you ever heard of force

feeding?" And then not waiting for an answer. . . . "It's what they do to

naughty people who won't eat their dinners; they force em' 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 to do it

with me. I'll be your toilet anytime you want, I'll always be your good

girl!"

"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. She turned to face her, 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 spoon it into my mouth like you do with the horrible

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. But 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 soaked Brittany's hair and gasping features.

It 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 and 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 followed

swiftly by a seven-inch piece of shit. As always the taste was utterly

horrid, so bitter and foul it defied description. It exploded its filth,

filling her oral cavity to the brim. Still it came on, the long fibrous

rope creaking and crackling until it parked itself in her throat, making

her retch and splutter. 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 barely thirteen - 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, spluttering and the

unmistakable sound of swallowing, and 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... the dirt chute from her

bowels. She moaned knowing she was raping her child with her shit,

stretching the corners of her lips as she struggled to accommodate its

girth. The flavour was too robust for her taste buds. Tears ran down her

cheeks as she chewed and swallowed each clump into her stomach, yet still

it kept sliding out of her Mother's rectum and into her mouth. With a

final 'phut' from the caked-up rosebud, a fine spray of odure shot out to

speckle her lips and cheeks in a fine brown mist of stinking cack, the

final salvo that signalled an end to the bizarre orgy.

Donna fell back 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 was watched and

celebrated with a litany of hungry moans as she came.

Breakfast had been served.

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Ellen

Ellen Peters was all of 46, single (now) and bored. Blessed - some would

have thought - with an idyllic life, she lived in a beautiful villa on a

sunlit Spanish island. 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 island 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 women

and younger ones at that, she had just come out of a discreet affair with

Sadie, a love struck nymphet who was some years her junior.

Ellen had spent a lot of 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. But 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 most of the summer,

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 her company. Why, she could be her young assistant, and accompany

her on photography excursions around the island. 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 out on 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 only 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

had actively taken part of her own free will and by all accounts was

still enjoying herself. 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 just after five o'clock and stopped working in the light

room 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 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. Trim waisted, she carried no

extra weight around her middle while her legs were long and shapely in a

pair of thin purple slacks. Brittany approved!

Ellen in turn, found Brittany delightful. So cute, with a face like a

cherub and ribbons the same colour as her dress. No wonder Sue had fallen

for her. Even as she scolded herself for such a thought, her gaze swept

down to take in the girl's sexy figure in her crisp pink dress complete

with white 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.

But 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 Mum thought you would like to

see me weari. . ."

"Erm . . ." Susan interjected hurriedly before the little darling went

and spilt the beans completely, although it was probably too late judging

by the narrow look Ellen was giving her. Of course it had all been her

idea, she just wanted Ellen to find her . . . well attractive enough to

maybe 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,

and hadn't Ellen said she wanted nothing to do with that, there'd be no

repeat of the kind of things she and Donna had been getting up to 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, so attentive to one's needs in that respect. If

only Ellen would only try it 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 weeks 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 made the same way 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.

After a meal of sole and sardines finished off with a mouth-watering

salad and then ice cream, 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 pop song while colouring in her cartoons.

"She's 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, and

she's going to grow up into a formidable lady just like her Mother.

Please don't look at her disapprovingly for enjoying what she does, who's

to say she shouldn't like what she's doing just because her age doesn't

fit in with what our staid society expects. As long as she takes

pleasures 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 then getting her to do all of those  things."

Susan 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 I 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 took her friends hand.

"Just a sec  . . ."

. . . . . . . . "BRITTANY!   . . ."

"Yes." Came the 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, looking into Ellen's

eyes . . . " 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."

Susan padded off in the direction of Brittany's bedroom, after Ellen