On Friday the Little Angels website froze the dollar amounts that each woman had listed and ran a two-for-one special: get a ten dollar woman for free with the purchase of a twenty, thirty, or forty dollar or more women.

"Perfect, mom," Bella had said, looking over her mom's shoulder at the offer on screen. "You can have some fun and so can I." The little girl had her hands on her mom's shoulders and even gave Amy a lingering kiss on the cheek, which felt strangely erotic, as if there was a hidden meaning in it.

Bella met up with another ten year-old online named Caroline whose mother, Bobbi, was a forty dollar woman. The girl's set-up the double date for Saturday afternoon and promising each other they'd have a great time.

Amy drove her and Bella over to Bobbi's home, wearing the all too short pink skirt again and her stockings, which Bella insisted on touching as Amy drove. She tried not to flinch as her daughter's fingers danced on the top edge of the stockings and her pale thighs. Despite her nervousness, she felt suddenly aroused and moisture seeped into her panties.

"Hun, you shouldn't," she said, trying to concentrate on her driving.

"It's okay mom," was all that Bella said and carried on stroking her mother's leg.

The woman who opened the door to them was a well-built, but shapely woman in a black skirt that came mid-thigh and a white shirt. What made Amy start was that the woman had a strip of pink cloth tied round her head and over her mouth, much like the gags in old-fashioned movies. She could obviously speak but didn't try, and despite her lower facial covering her eyes radiated welcoming smile.

"Hi," said Bella, not the least perturbed by what she saw. Amy looked at her daughter as if to say 'You were expecting this?' when a ten year old girl bounded up. It was Caroline and she and Bella embraced like old friends.

"Wow, glad you could come," grinned Caroline, still hugging Bella. They even gave each other little peck kiss on the lips. "This is my mom," said Caroline, indicating the woman stood patiently holding the door open.

"She's gagged?" asked Bella.

"Sure, just for now. She used a bad word earlier so that's to remind her."

"What did she say?" asked Amy, staring at the woman who didn't look distressed.

"Oh, she said 'no' to me." The two girls giggled. "Okay mom, as our guests are here you can take the gag off now," Caroline said.

Bobbi undid the cloth and dropped it on the table inside the door. "Hello, I'm Bobbi and you must be Amy," the mother smiled. "May I kiss her hello?" asked Bobbi, looking at Bella.

"Sure, why not," said Bella. Before Amy could say anything the woman leaned forward and gave Amy the briefest peck kiss on her lips, making her gasp.

"It's how we moms greet each other. Little Angels like us to do that," Bobbi smiled.

The two girls disappeared upstairs, chattering like they were old friends, and Bobbi invited Amy into the living room. "Have you got any money for me?" she asked, getting a glass of milk for Amy.

Amy remembered the deal and the woman's value, and handed over forty dollars. Nothing was offered back as Amy of course was free. Bobbi was a vice-principal of an elementary school in a neighbouring school district and looked capable and assured. Amy was a nervous as she could be. She fidgeted and when Bobbi offered the glass of milk, her hand shook.

"So Caroline tells me your first date didn't go very good?" asked Bobbi, seating herself on the other end of the sofa. She looked at Amy and guessed the woman was finding it hard to come to terms with her new life.

"Who told you that?" Amy blushed.

"Oh, word gets around on the website. Caroline heard about it and told me the other day after our date was setup for today," Bobbi smiled trying to put Amy at ease.

"Yes, well, I felt like a whore, a cheap whore!" Amy replied as she fidgeted and set her milk down, managing not to spill any. She couldn't look at Bobbi.

"Oh honey! Women are whores, Amy, you just don't realize it."

"What? I beg your pardon, I'm no whore! I'm an educated woman with a demanding job at which I am successful. My husband and I provide a safe and loving environment for my daughter, which is no easy task."

"That counts for nothing," sighed Bobbi. "No matter your education or type of job you have Amy you are a woman and as a woman you have to please people. That's how it is. I don't doubt you work very hard but that isn't what this is about."

"That's not what I was brought up to believe!" Amy said, feeling faint stirrings of anger. She wondered yet again what on earth she was doing here.

"But things have moved on, Amy," Bobbi said gently, "and if you don't move on with them, you will be left behind. Your little girl needs your support, and if you don't give it, you'll be letting her down." She paused, waiting for a response.

"So I have to be a whore?" Amy said weakly.

"Yes darling," Bobbi said comfortingly, "it's what Bella needs right now. And trust me, there is no tougher job than being a whore. The question you have to ask yourself is, do you want to be a whore to a man, or boy or a little girl? I personally like being a whore to little girls. I love exploring new ideas with them, participating in their fetishes, watching them grow into dominating little girls. Caroline and I practice all the time when my husband, her father, isn't around. She'll hear of something in the chat room from other girls and will want to try it out with me." The woman smiled. "She is pretty imaginative all on her own at times."

Amy felt embarrassed. "But you work in a school! You educate our kids. You have a very responsible job."

"So? You do the best you can at work and at home and then you do your best for the girl who owns you on a date. I do, all the time. That's what whores do all the time. It doesn't matter that I'm an educator by profession. I'm really a whore by choice. If I could make a living selling my body to little girls then I wouldn't hesitate to do that. You have to remember, little girls could care less about our minds, our wants and needs, it's our body they want, our tits, our cunts and anuses and not to mention our warm and inviting mouths."

Amy gulped. "But you're a forty dollar woman!" it was more of a statement than a question.

"It's actually a forty dollar whore, but Little Angels can't come out and say that."

Amy fell silent for a few moments as she contemplated the impact of this. Eventually she spoke. "So how do you make the fifty dollar level?"

"At the forty dollar level the amounts change. Instead of getting fifty cents for an excellent rating you get ten cents and five cents for a good rating. I am actually at forty dollars and sixty-five cents." Bobbi laughed. "Sounds tough doesn't it? But there's always a target to reach, something to strive for, right? I actually get more satisfaction in trying to attain the goal of a fifty dollar whore than I do in educating little kids."

"I see."

"I hope you do. Listen, do you and Bella fuck each other?" Bobbi asked as she leaned forward. Her shirt was unbuttoned low and the woman's large bust was clearly visible, her large nipples erect.

Amy gasped in shock. "Why of course not! Why would I allow that?"

"If you have a problem with your own daughter fucking you then you will have a problem with Little Angels."

"I don't understand," Amy replied. She couldn't look Bobbi in the eye. She suddenly remembered Bella's fingers stroking her thigh and her cunt twinged.

"Your date the other night was a little girl, and a little girl does what comes naturally to her. She sees adult women as playthings. What I mean is, if you can't kneel before your daughter Bella and suck her strap-on without feeling humiliation, then you have problems doing that for other little girls."

Again, Amy's mind reeled at the woman's frankness. "I... I couldn't do that, I mean..."

"If I ask you a question, will you give me an honest answer?" Bobbi interrupted, her eyes seeming to look into her mind.

Amy swallowed and nodded.

"Does the thought of fucking your daughter arouse you?"

Amy gasped and looked away.

"Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have sex with her? How your tongue would feel on her anus? How her little cunt would taste as she came on your mouth? Has even the simple touch of her fingers ever made you wet?"

Amy stared at her feet, the colour rising in her face.

"Answer me Amy!" Bobbi said firmly. "You must tell me the truth!"

Amy felt her world collapsing around her and tears started in her eyes. This woman, this stranger, seemed to be able to read her mind, tease out all those hidden secrets that she had locked away so carefully and had now brought spilling to the surface. Still staring at her shoes, she nodded briefly.

"Good girl," Bobbi said gently. "You have to be honest with yourself if you want to help your daughter be happy."

"But... but... it's incest!" Amy whispered in desperation.

"No, it's not Amy, it is called learning. All adult women, especially a mother, can always learn a thing or two from her daughter. All you have to do is be willing. I imagine in your job you had to learn what to do and I guess at times it was awkward and uncomfortable, but it's necessary. If you want to be happy you have to learn things. If you are to be a whore on Little Angels, then you must learn from your daughter." Bobbi paused. "It's the only way you will get to make your child happy and do something exciting and enriching for yourself."

"But Bella wasn't always wanting to do things like this!" Amy protested. "She's changed!"

"Honey, your child is growing up. She's learning to love what she is. Now she has discovered that using women is fun."

"Bella wouldn't do that," gasped Amy, clinging to what she could of her life and her role in it. "She... She's a good girl."

"I am sure she is, but she has feelings and needs and the desire to use women is just part of it. Look, wanting to play with an adult woman as a toy doesn't make Bella bad. It just makes her happy and content. She is simply doing what comes naturally to her."

Amy gulped and grabbed the milk near at hand. She drank it swiftly. "I didn't teach her these things," she said when she put the milk down.

"No, but the need was in her, just as it is in you to be submissive to her needs."

"How do you know?" Amy shot an alarmed look at Bobbi.

"Because Amy, I teach kids all day who do this. I get to see their moms. I talk to them. I listen to them go through what you do. I hear the doubts, I see the tears, the denial... But it never changes anything. Moms need their daughters to be happy but also moms need their daughters to love them. In many cases that means the girl is on top. You may think it's not right but you can't deny that women are whores and little girls are filling their desires. Look, why do you think a website like Little Angels is so popular? Moms can't access it the same way the girls can, so it follows it is what girls want."

Amy stared at the woman and then dissolved into tears. "This is so hard," she sobbed.

Bobbi slid closer and put her arm round the crying woman. "Go on, hon, let it all out. There's a lot of confusion in you and it needs to find a way out of you."

"But... I don't know if I can be any good at doing this." Amy said it between sobs.

Bobbi smiled gently and hugged Amy more. "You will be surprised how good you will be in time. Oh, there will be tough times ahead. I know. You'll have moments of doubt, some fears, a lot of worry, a voice in you telling you this is wrong, that you should be a proper mother. But you will learn you are being a proper mother. You are going to make Bella a very happy girl. I can tell because it's in you to be whore."

"How?"

"If you didn't love her, you would never have let her join Little Angels. You knew what the site was about, even if you didn't admit it to yourself. If you didn't really want to do it, you wouldn't even be here."

Amy nodded slowly. "I want her to be happy, but..."

"But what?"

Amy blushed. "I want to be happy too."

"Oh you will be. You will emerge from all this so much happier. You will look at your girl and be happy for her."

"Even when she uses other women?"

"Even when she uses other women. Maybe more so, because some lucky woman is going to get to share the joy of your girl."

Amy sniffed back her tears. "When we arrived, you had that thing on your face."

"My gag, yes."

"Why?"

"I said no to Caroline. I said she couldn't spank me then and there. So, I had to wear my pretty gag - that's what Caroline calls it - for an hour to remind me to not say no to her. It's our rule, and I obey."

Amy gulped again. "But she will still spank you, right?"

"Yes, she will. Later Caroline will have me over her knee with my skirt up and my panties down." She giggled excitedly.

Amy recalled her own spanking by Tiffany and how it hurt. "Um... You won't mind that?"

Bobbi laughed. "It will hurt but no, I won't mind. When she is done we will have a hug and she will kiss my tears away and stroke my hair and tell me she loves me, so that makes it all wonderful. She might even pinch my nipples which I absolutely love her doing."

Amy stared ahead, lost in her thoughts. After a while she sighed. "I've got a lot to learn, haven't I?"

"If you want to be forty dollar whore, then yes, you have. It will, I can promise you, be a switchback journey of incredible highs and even painful lows. But it will be the best ride you have ever had. At the end of it, you will be like me and able to command forty dollars at a time." Bobbi gave Amy another hug.

"So how do I start?"

"Like you mean to go on. Like this." She turned. "Caroline and Bella, come in here!" Bobbi called out. "Caroline bring two strap-ons, please!"

They arrived almost at once, giggling, carrying the strap-ons. Amy looked at her daughter and smiled weakly, aware of the blush creeping into her cheeks. Bella smiled back.

"Don't look so worried, Mom, it's going to be fun," she said happily. "I've been looking forward to this for a long time."

Bobbi had the two girls put on the strap-ons. Caroline had to help Bella with hers as this was Bella's first time wearing one, but Amy's daughter looked pleased with it and even stroked it as if it was a real cock, looking at her mother and smiling. Then Bobbi stripped naked and knelt in front of her ten year-old who still had her clothes on, the ten inch strap-on jutting from the girl's front.

"You see Amy, I'm a whore. I can't get enough of being a slut for her. My beautiful, sexy daughter knows it, the girls on Little Angels know it." Bobbi reached up and took hold of the black strap-on and brought it to her lips. She kissed it tenderly and licked it. "I love sex, especially with my daughter." Bobbi put the strap-on in her mouth, her cheek bulging out. Caroline took her hand and patted the side of her mother's face. It was almost affectionate but it was firm enough to act as a reminder of what had to be done.

"Now you do the same," said Caroline as she sawed her fake cock in and out of her mother's willing mouth. "Strip down and kneel in front of Bella. Do what my mommy whore is doing."

"I can't," gasped Amy, staring in fascinated horror at what Bobbi was doing.

"You must, mom," said Bella staring at her mother. "It's for both of us."

Amy wasn't sure how she did it (she had never undressed in front of anyone but her husband before) but she shed her clothes. As she pulled down her panties, the gusset glistened, stained dark with her cream, and she glanced up quickly at Bella. The little girl was staring at them, her lips slightly parted. When she tried to pick her clothes up and fold them, and all the time aware that the two girls were staring at her exposed body. Caroline told her to leave them on the floor where they had fallen.

"Whores don't tidy up their clothes," she said, curtly.

Amy had started to object that she wasn't a whore but a frown from Bella stopped her. She knelt on her discarded clothes in front of her daughter and hesitantly took the strap-on in her mouth. She did what she had seen Bobbi do and sucked and licked it, and was surprised when Bella gripped her hair and started roughly shoving it deep into her mouth and throat. Not even, on the few occasions she had sucked her husband's cock, had she experienced such an invasion. Bella, though, was doing this like it excited her, fucking her mother's face so the child's young belly slammed into Amy's nose.

"Hold still, mom," breathed Bella above Amy and thrust harder.

For a moment Amy thought she would gag but she relaxed her throat enough to let the tip penetrate deep. This, she told herself, is what Bella wants. I just hope it's what I want. As if in answer, she felt new moisture between her legs.

The plastic cock came out of Amy's mouth and she stared at the way her saliva made it glisten. "Say thank you to my cock," said Bella, and Amy gulped. She managed to say thank you but Bella wasn't happy.

"Say it like you mean it, whore!" snapped the child as she put her hands on top of her mother's head.

Amy felt her cheeks burn. Her own child calling her a whore... It was too humiliating for words. But despite her feelings she took a deep breath.

"Thank you, dear sweet cock of my lovely daughter, thank you for making me your whore." She was surprised how the words came out and the intensity of them, but they seemed to spring from her very core. The main thing was her child was pleased.

"Way to go, mom," grinned Bella and wiped the wet plastic on the side of her mother's face.

She did as she was told and then watched as Bobbi was positioned for her daughter to fuck her, kneeling on the carpet with her face and naked tits pressed to the floor. The child rammed the cock into her mother as if she didn't care, that she was getting real pleasure from forcing this object hard into her. Bobbi, for her part, moaned and groaned as if it was the best thing that had ever happened to her. The woman kept panting, "Do it harder, please," and "Don't stop! Make me want more because I'm a fucking whore."

Then it was Amy's turn. At her daughter's directions she got down in the same helpless ass-in-the-air position and for the first time in her life (though something told her this would not be the last, not by a long way) she had her own child fuck her. It was painful and it was liberating. Amy felt the cock slam into her and with the force of it that frankly surprised her she felt her face and tits scrape on the carpet. A painful glow spread through her hips and belly and she found herself pushing back to meet each thrust. That's just what a woman does to her husband, she told herself between gasps, but it was more than that. Amy was pushing back to please her own daughter. She wanted Bella to say she was good. Amy wanted to be the best whore ever. Bobbi was on her knees next to Amy sucking away on her daughter's strap-on throughout this, gurgling as best she could that Amy was a whore and the woman's interrupted words were another spur to Amy.

Eventually, Bella stopped fucking her mother and withdrew. The two girls took off the strap-ons, and Caroline declared that it was time to show Amy how to undress a young girl. Kneeling on the floor, with shaking fingers, Amy followed the instructions, undressing her daughter slowly, button by button until the little girl stood before her in just her panties. She hesitated.

"Take off my panties," Bella commanded, looking down at her.

Slowly, she pulled the waistband down, her eyes transfixed, until the panties by their own weight dropped to the floor. There, in front of her, was the focus of her secret hidden desire, her daughter's cunt. She gazed at it, the smooth skin, the swollen lips, glazed with a sheen of moisture, and peeping between them, the tiny hooded clit. She breathed in and smelt its heady fragrance, and her own clit throbbed.

"Lie down mother," Bella ordered, and still hypnotised, Amy did as she was asked. Her daughter knelt over her face. "Now lick my cunt!" she ordered, her voice cracking slightly.

Hesitantly she pushed her tongue outwards, felt it touch against the reddened swollen skin, felt her senses flood with her daughter's taste. Bella pushed down and groaned, forcing the slit against Amy's mouth, driving her tongue between the labia into the tight, wet warmth of her small vagina.

"Now fuck me!" she groaned, rubbing against her mother's mouth.

Amy answered her groan, with one of her own, abandoning herself to a dark wantonness that she didn't knew she possessed, licking, probing, sucking, fucking with her tongue, drinking the rich cream that flowed down into her mouth. Beside her, she could hear Caroline's moans as her mother mirrored what she was doing, Bobbi's mouth clicking and sucking obscenely in a way that only inflamed her own lust.

Amy lost track of time, and when Caroline suddenly said, "I want your whore mother to suck my cunt now," she had obediently complied, burying her head between the outstretched legs and sliding her now aching tongue between the gaping labia.

The anus on each ten year-old was not forgotten and loving kisses and licks were bestowed on each puckered brown hole in turn and all the while the girls called their mothers "ass-sucking whores." For a reason Amy couldn't explain, those insults sent her already tingling cunt into new spasms of delight. Amy had never dreamed her daughter loved to be suckled and kiss on her anus, but so it turned out to be. As she licked the bitter brown ring, she felt it swell against her tongue.

"Push it in!" Bella cried, lost in the exquisite feeling. "Fuck my asshole." And in her depravity she had, pushed it deep, felt the sphincter pulse around her, tasted her daughter's bowel.

Later, Bella wanted to fuck her mother again and forced Amy into the missionary position, biting her nipples as she did so and allowing Caroline to sit on Amy's face. Amy licked the offered little cunt as the child rubbed hard against her mouth, drinking from her, and all the while, the plastic shaft fucked in and out of her. Beside her, Bobbi instructed her, telling her to make sure her legs were spread so her daughter could really push the strap-on in and out of her cunt. Amy learned to rotate her hips as her daughter fucked her and not to gasp into Caroline's dripping cunt as Bella bit her nipples.

The next event was 'tit-slapping' as Caroline called it. The two women had to kneel up with their arms behind them and shoulders back, and let the two girls slap their breasts hard. Bobbi was gasping with pleasure as either girl slapped her boobs, and Amy tried to so the same. It hurt, but she was determined not to let Bella down. As they were slapped they were told they were cunts and whores and deserved to be treated badly.

Caroline liked her women head down on the floor with their ass in the air and everybody laughed as Caroline fucked Amy that way because the ten year-old mimed like she was riding a bucking bronco. The girl slapped Amy's rump and yelled like a cowgirl. Amy for her part pushed back and tried to make the ride the best the girl had ever had.

The evening was finished with both women lying on their backs, face up and with the crown of their heads touching so their own girls could sit on the women's faces, Bella on Amy and Caroline on Bobbi. They were told to keep their mouths shut and just lie there silently and as the two girls above them locked themselves into a series of passionate kisses, they rubbed their little cunts on the noses of the two women. Amy lay there hearing the smacks and moans of her own daughter kissing Caroline and felt the juices from Bella's pussy run down her nose, smelling her own child's arousal. She desperately wanted to lick that lovely little slit but she had been told not to do anything, so she fought the temptation and just allowed her child to enjoy herself.

"I'm so proud of you mom," said Bella as they drove home. "You did really well. Of course, you weren't perfect but I think you've got it in you to learn."

"Yes, I'm sure I have," said Amy, suddenly surprised by her own reaction. She found herself longing for Bella to touch her again, like she had on the earlier journey, but this time bury her little fingers in her liquid cunt.

That evening at home Amy was pleased when she found out that Caroline had rated her excellent. For a reason Amy didn't dare contemplate this was the best news she had ever had.