Perverts 'R' Us

Mummys Little Girlfriend - Part 2

by Seasiren ( Fg ws )


Note: All people and events in this story are entirely fictitious.

"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.

"Fifteen, 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 "Mum" 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.

"Mum, 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 I have to go away so I can earn us money. 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 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 Mum."

"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 girl.

"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, the speed grew apace with the woman's ardour as the suppressed sexual tension of the last few days broke over the dam of her restraint. 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 Mum." 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 pee 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.