Donna's Young Lover

by seasiren6877@hotmail.com

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 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 thirteen 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 Françoise. 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 Françoise 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 could have been put down to adolescent fantasies, but not
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. Amanda loved pop music. 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.

"Mum'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 Mum 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 yours"

"Yes, my Mums 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. 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. Brittany wondered who on earth she was trying to impress, she was
being so provocative, but to what end? The youngster couldn't work it out,
although she wasn't complaining, she'd never seen her Mother looking as sexy as
this before. 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 bed now." The sound of her Mother's
voice using the same 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 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 Mum? 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 young girls, 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 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 Mum?"

"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
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
beautiful, not quite a grown 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 Mum. 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 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 Mum that's nice" to escape from
the 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 Mum. Oohh that's lovely, it feels just....Ohhh yes, please keep doing it
Mum."

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 girl 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 at school. 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 care
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 young 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 teenaged girl. The person would either be appalled
or enthralled, but either way would watch in fascination, hearing the wet slops of the
girl's feasting mouth, and the moans of the woman, as he or she witnessed the
lewd 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 Mum. 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."
 

Chapter Two

"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 and 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 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 remembered."

"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 girl 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 Stone'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 girls 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.
Brittany 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 do you mean, you look fine to me?" She asked in a puzzled voice.

"I have a tendency to put on weight if I'm not careful, I eat carefully because
I don't want to 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 your Mother 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 its use.

"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 ecstasy. Donna found the act of devotion quite
beautiful, but was eager to get the pretty girls 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 Brittany 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 my pee." She soothed.

"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 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 beautiful 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 lovers 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 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 suckup 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 Brittany'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 her 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, except 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
mature 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
girls 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 things you like. I'm going to see to it you get everything you ever
wanted. How's that?"

"Thank you Mum." 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
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 fingertip, and causing it to stick out
like a small penis. She did this on purpose; she wanted Brittany to see the
ecstasy she felt at giving the disgusting display. 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 Mum, 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 Mum. Please, Pleeeeeese!"

"In about half an hour. 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 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."

Brittany obeyed and pulled the clothes off her slim 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 teenage 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, a spot of role-play,
which would allow Donna to imagine she was using a
pre-schooler, a little girl who was 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
it."

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.