Jessie's Doll
by UnknownLoliWriter
Jessie was always a special girl and Amanda knew it. At age 10 she was very brilliant, exceeding absolutely everyone at school, yet she refused any attempt to put her at a higher grade. She was very pretty as well. Long brown hair kept in curls and green eyes that could easily be mistaken for emeralds. Her young body was just starting to show signs of development.
Amanda herself felt her years coming on. She was already in her mid-30's. Good diet and exercise were doing wonders to keep her body to that of a 20 year old, but it was an endless battle that Amanda knew she would eventually lose. Like Jessie, her hair was long and brown, but she kept hers in a simple-to-maintain ponytail. Her eyes, though, were perfectly blue. Amanda figured Jessie got her eyes from her father, who had died just days before she was born.
Despite being a genius, Jessie never seemed to take pride in that fact. She always hid her excellent report cards and got defiant whenever anyone tried to bring up the subject. As far as Amanda could tell, Jessie wanted to live like a normal girl. She didn't want to see herself as special in any way.
Over the weeks leading up to summer break Amanda noticed some of the books that Jessie had been buying or borrowing from the library. Most of them were advanced electronics that Amanda would never understand, but others were psychology books. Amanda wondered if Jessie was taking an interest in the psychology career. It actually made her slightly proud that her daughter had such high goals and could easily reach them if she so desired.
Shortly after summer break started Amanda was walking by her daughter’s room when she heard crying. Gently she opened the door and peeked in. The room was a scattered mess of wires and circuit boards; Jessie was in the center of it all with her Barbie doll. The doll was broken, snapped in two.
“What happened?” Amanda asked sympathetically, doing her best to ignore the mess in the room. Jessie was a good girl and Amanda was sure she would clean it up whenever she finished whatever project she was working on.
“I broke it,” Jessie held up the doll and sniffled, “I accidentally stepped on it. I'm so sorry.”
“It's okay dear, accidents happen all the time. We can get you a new one,” Amanda said in a reassuring voice.
“There is one doll I've had my eye on,” Jessie seemed to brighten up, “It wouldn't be expensive. Do you think we could get it?”
“Sure dear, whatever you want.”
“Thanks mom,” Jessie suddenly held up a strange looking flashlight, “Or should I say Dolly?”
Amanda tried to say something, but Jessie turned on the flashlight before a single word escaped her lips. There were three bright flashes and Amanda felt her body freeze. She just stood at the entrance of Jessie's room with a blank expression on her face. Jessie got a bright look on her face as she stared at her mom.
“You are my doll,” Jessie declared.
“I am your doll,” Amanda repeated, though the back of her mind screamed that it wasn't right.
“You will dress how I command and act how I desire.”
“I will dress as you command and act how you desire.”
“You will remove your clothes.”
A little red warning light went off in Amanda's head. She knew that something was wrong, but Jessie's command was so overpowering. With no restraint she raised her hands and began removing all her clothes. First her t-shirt, then her jeans, finally her bra and panties. As the last of her clothes fell of Amanda stood completely nude in front of her daughter’s appraising eyes.
Jessie moved forward and placed her tiny hands on Amanda's body. One hand slid down her stomach until it reached her pussy. Jessie's fingers then invaded and began exploring. Amanda's body reacted as it tried to move, but Jessie used her other hand to keep her still. She moved her fingers, exploring every inch inside her mother’s pussy that she could.
“Cool,” Jessie said as she removed her hand, “Now gently take off my clothes.”
Amanda's hands obeyed before even her brain could register the command. Jessie stood perfectly still as Amanda gently removed all her clothes. In no time at all Jessie stood just as naked as her mother. With a firm hand Jessie reached up and grabbed her mother’s head, guiding it down until her face was level with her daughter’s hairless pussy.
“Lick it,” Jessie commanded.
Once again Amanda could feel herself obeying before she even had time to think. Using her hands she grabbed Jessie's butt and pulled her in closer. Her tongue parted her lips and inserted itself into Jessie's pussy. Jessie moaned as she began moving it up and down. Amanda used her tongue to explore her daughter’s pussy, just as Jessie had used her fingers minutes ago.
Jessie let Amanda continue for a long time. Finally her body began to shake as she screamed out in orgasm. She pushed Amanda aside as she let pleasure course through her body. Once her orgasm had subsided, Jessie brought her mom back up, but only until their faces were even. Without warning Jessie planted a big kiss on Amanda's lips. Her tongue aggressively forced its way in, claiming Amanda's mouth as its own. Amanda just contently stayed put, letting Jessie do whatever she wanted, unable and unwilling to act. Once Jessie had her fill she pulled herself away.
“I want you to buy costumes,” Jessie commanded as she grabbed a piece of paper off of the floor and handed it to Amanda. “As my doll I want to dress you up in many different things. This is a list of what I want you to own. You'll get dressed and go buy them.”
“I'll get dressed and go buy them,” Amanda repeated like a robot.
Picking up her clothes, Amanda started to get dressed. Her inner voice was still fighting to regain control, but losing horribly. All her thoughts were now focused on obeying Jessie and being the best doll she could possibly be.
The End