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Mommy's Little Helper
Caroline Thompson had decided that today would be the day. She'd been
waiting too long, holding herself in check and resisting temptation. Today,
at last, she'd start fulfilling her dream.
And what a nasty dream it was!
When Caroline's husband had left her five years ago, without a word in the
middle of the night, she'd been stunned. At first, she blamed herself, for
somehow not being the kind of wife she was supposed to have been. Then, she
blamed him, for walking out on his responsibilities as a husband and father.
But as time went by, she shifted the blame to where she now believed it
belonged: her daughter, Chrissy.
Chrissy had been only eight when her Daddy left, a little, blonde angel with
a delicate laugh and a bright smile. Caroline had doted on her. So when
the child's father left, Caroline eventually came to blame Chrissy for
taking up so much of her Mother's time, so much of the attention that should
have been spent keeping her husband happy.
Yes, Caroline thought, it's that little bitch's fault.
In a strange way, Caroline still loved Chrissy. She was proud when the girl
brought home a good report card, enjoyed taking her to play in the park, and
cried with her when their kitten had died. But at the same time, Caroline
felt the girl should be punished for messing up her parent's marriage.
And that punishment began today.
Chrissy had turned thirteen just last month, and Caroline felt her daughter
had finally started to become a woman. Her first 'visit' had been nearly
two years ago, and her body was definitely developing. She'd graduated
beyond training bras recently and had started developing a bit of a curve in
her figure. Caroline admitted to herself that her little girl was becoming
a hot little number, and knowing how kids were these days, she was sure
Chrissy had started thinking about boys. Well, there's no way Chrissy was
going to be getting into a relationship of her own, when she'd messed up her
Mother's! Not a chance. If anyone was going to get into those tight little
pants, and into those cute cotton briefs, it was going to be Caroline
herself.
That's right. Caroline decided that since Chrissy was the reason her mother
had no sex life, she would be the one to fill that need. Chrissy would
become Caroline's little sex-slave.
Mommy's little slut.
Caroline first conceived of the idea on Chrissy's tenth birthday. The
little girl had been wearing a brand new party dress, and as she twirled
about, playing in the yard with a few of her school friends, Caroline had
noticed one of her male neighbours stealing glances at the child's legs.
Her resentment of Chrissy was relatively new at that point, and for an
instant she'd thought to herself, "I should let the old pervert have her.
That would show the little brat!" Shocked at the thought, she'd shoved it
aside. But that night, she'd found herself remembering her daughter's legs,
and the way her pretty dress lifted as she ran and jumped, offering glimpses
of the little-girl briefs underneath. The mother caught herself imagining
the neighbour tearing those briefs off, spreading those legs, forcing
himself into the ten-year-old, she could see her daughter crying in pain and
fear. and Caroline realized that she was turned on. The image of her
daughter as a sexual victim excited her in ways she had never dreamt of. By
the time she masturbated herself to orgasm, the neighbour wasn't even in the
image anymore.
Now, it was just Caroline, raping her own daughter.
But for three years, Caroline hadn't acted on her impulses. She'd bided her
time, planned her attack, and waited for the right moment. Chrissy had to
be old enough to appreciate what was happening to her, but still young
enough be dominated by her mother. Caroline also wanted Chrissy to develop
a bit, and the last three years had definitely brought those changes.
Caroline had almost broken down, helping her daughter clean herself after
her first period. And again when shopping for training bras, showing her
daughter how to find the right size. But she had remained strong, waiting
for the right day.
Waiting for today.
Caroline arrived home early from work, to put her plan into motion. She
wanted to be waiting for Chrissy when she got home from school. First she
went upstairs and changed out of the smart little business outfit she was
wearing, and into something more appropriate to the occasion.
She slipped into a set of lacy black lingerie, a special set that she had
bought in a last-ditch attempt to interest her husband before he left. The
panties were French-cut, high on the hips, and were quite sheer in spots,
hinting at the treasures within. Likewise, the bra covered her full, still
pert breasts, but offered glimpses of nipple through the fabric. Over the
lingerie, she slipped the slinky little black dress that always turned the
heads of men when she had worn it out. Since being single, she'd received
more than one proposition while wearing this dress. She'd toyed with the
idea of accepting some of the offers, but those men weren't her man. Her
man had left, and all she had now was Chrissy.
Now dressed to kill, Caroline arranged the props for this evening's
performance. Among them, a series of straps, fastened around the legs of
the heavy king-sized bed, and each ending in a velvet-lined cuff. A silk
kerchief, suitable for use as a gag, if necessary. Candles, for mood. And
of course the toys.
Back downstairs, Caroline drew the curtains, dimmed the lights and uncorked
a bottle of wine. "Let the little witch have a couple of glasses of this.
She'll barely be able to keep her legs under her." Then she sat on the
couch, and waited.
Chrissy Thompson made her way home from school in the best of moods.
Classes had been easy that day - no pop quizzes or tests or anything - and
in math, Theresa Nickels had passed her a note saying that Brendan Davis
liked her. They'd almost been caught for passing notes when the two girls
giggled, but it had been worth it. Brendan was cute!
Dressed in peddle-pusher jeans and a tight t-shirt that showed of her belly,
Chrissy was pretty cute herself. Her boobs were nearly the biggest of any
girl in her grade, and more than one guy had tried to grab her butt
recently. Word in the girls change room was that the guys thought Chrissy
Thompson was a hottie.
Walking up the driveway to her front door, Chrissy noticed that her Mom's
car was already parked there. Why was her Mom home so early? Since turning
thirteen last month, Chrissy had been spared the indignity of going to a
baby-sitter after school and had become what her grandmother called a
'latch-key' kid. She was used to being on her own for an hour or so until
her Mom got off work.
Getting to the front door, Chrissy found it already unlocked and walked in.
The front hall was dark, and she called out "Mom?"
"In here, darling," came her Mom's reply from the sitting room. Dropping
her school bag and kicking off her shoes, Chrissy went to find her.
"Hey, Mom. What are you doing home so early? Are you sick or . wow! What'
s up with you?" Chrissy's eyes widened at the sight of her Mother, seated
comfortably in the Queen Anne chair in the corner. The dimmed lights
accentuated her Mother's dark hair and eyes, and the slinky black dress
shimmered in the darkness. The floor lamp beside the chair cast a halo
around her, and with her legs crossed at the knee and a wine glass in her
hand, Caroline Thompson looked every inch a beautiful woman. Chrissy was
quite surprised.
"Gee Mom, what are you all dressed up for? Are you going out or something?"
"Come in, Chrissy. Sit here on the couch. We need to talk."
Chrissy suddenly felt that something was wrong. Her mother seldom did the
Mother-daughter talk thing. And she hadn't been in any trouble at school
lately. Sitting on the couch, she felt a nervous flutter in her stomach.
"Is something wrong, Mom? I'm not in trouble am I?"
"Of course not dear. It's just that. things have changed recently. You're
more grown up now, and there are things we need to discuss. But first, I
think you should have a glass of wine."
"Wine! What do you mean? You've always told me I'm not allowed to drink
wine!"
"Like I said, you're older now. I think you should have some wine, and that
we should talk. Get to know each other a little better." As she spoke,
Caroline took the bottle and glass from the side table and poured a healthy
measure for her daughter. Handing the glass over, she gave the girl a
reassuring smile. "Go ahead, honey. It's nice, you'll like it."
Chrissy did like wine, actually. She and Theresa had sneaked some one day
at Theresa's Dad's place. She had expected it to taste like grape juice or
something, but the sour tang had been quite different. After a second small
glass, both girls were dizzy and giddy, and Chrissy had been hoping for a
second chance to sample the forbidden drink.
For a while Caroline said nothing. She let her daughter sip the wine, and
took the opportunity to really drink in the sight of the young beauty.
She couldn't believe the size of Chrissy's chest! Of course, the girl didn'
t yet have the full, round breasts her mother did, but for a girl of her
age, they were quite large. And that little belly-shirt showed off not only
the pert young breasts, but the flat little tummy, and the top curves of the
girl's just developing hips. The low-riding jeans hugged tight on those
hips, and accentuated the round young butt. Caroline couldn't believe how
hot her daughter was, and couldn't wait to start on the evenings.
festivities.
"So Chrissy, it's been five years since your father left, and I think it's
time we finally acknowledged that he's not coming back."
"Mom?" Chrissy was confused. Her mom almost never talked about her dad
leaving, and had never mentioned that he might come back.
"I was thinking that if it's just going to be the two of us living here, to
women in the house together with no man to take care of things, we would
have to share some responsibilities. There are some things I look after for
you, like earning money to pay for our home and our food and everything.
Now, there are going to be some things that you, as Mommy's little helper,
are going to have to take care of for me."
The wine was making Chrissy's head spin a bit, and her mother's words didn't
quite seem to get through at first. "What kind of things, mom?"
"Well, let's just say its a few extra chores. You already keep your room
tidy, and help in the garden. This will just be a couple of extra household
duties. Do you think you're up for that?"
Chrissy had nearly finished her second glass now. "Sure mom. Anything you
say." The young girl giggled, and nearly spilled the last of her wine.
"Great, Chrissy. Mommy's really happy to hear that. Now come upstairs, and
I'll show you what you have to do."
Getting Chrissy up the stairs took a little help from her mom, and Caroline
was only too happy to take the opportunity to grope her daughter a bit as
she half-stumbled on the steps. An arm around her back, with a hand that
strayed down to the child's butt was easy to make seem casual, and as the
young girl tripped on a step, Caroline caught her with an around her chest,
and a hand right on one of those pert young breasts.
"I've done it now," thought Caroline. "I've grabbed my little girl's tit.
And I loved it."
Chrissy seemed a little confused as they entered her mother's bedroom. "You
want me to clean your room too, mom?" And then she saw the candles on the
dresser and window ledge. And on the night stand, there was a long, plastic
thing that looked kind of like a.
Suddenly, Chrissy felt her mother push her forward onto the large bed. She
fell face down onto the duvet, and cried out in alarm. Caroline was on top
of her almost instantly, rolling her onto her back, sitting squarely on her
chest. In this position, Caroline's slinky black dress rode up her hips,
and her panty-clad pussy was only inches from her little girl's face.
"Mom, what are you doing?" Chrissy screamed. The wine wasn't the only
thing making her head spin now. What was going on?
"Now Chrissy, you said you'd help me out with a few things. Well this is
what I need you to do." With that, she grabbed the girl's wrist, and
straightened her arm up and over her head, toward the headboard of the bed.
There, she slipped it into the velvet cuff, closing the clasp tightly.
"Mommy, no! What's happening? Why are you tying me up?"
Fastening the other wrist, Caroline replied "I need to make sure that you'll
do what you're told, Chrissy. I need to make sure you'll really be mommy's
little helper."
"I will, mom, I promise! I just don't know what you want me to do!"
"Oh, I think you'll figure it out." Caroline spun around now, still sitting
stop her daughter, and leaned way forward to grapple with the teenager's
flailing legs. One at a time, she slipped the cuffs over the ankles,
exposed by the peddle-pusher jeans.
Chrissy craned her neck up, trying to see what her mother was doing, but all
she could see was her mother's behind, squarely planted on her chest. The
dress had bunched up around her mom's hips, and Chrissy found herself
looking at her mother's tight black lingerie. It was lacy and revealing,
and Chrissy was surprised to have a fairly clear view of the older woman's
privates. Why is she dressed like that to help do chores? What's
happening?
Having secured the child to the bed, Caroline knelt over the girl, and
leaned down so their noses were almost touching. "Chrissy, honey, you know
that Mommy's been alone since Daddy left, right?" Still unnerved at being
tied up, Chrissy just stared at her mother. Caroline slid her hand over
Chrissy's left breast and, finding the nipple, gave it a hard, sharp pinch
which caused the young girl to gasp in pain. "Right?" demanded Caroline
more forcefully.
"Yes, Mommy! Yes!"
"Well, Mommy's tired of being alone, little girl. Mommy needs someone to
keep her company at night. And that's going to be your new chore. You're
now Mommy's little helper, you get it?"
Chrissy was stunned. Her mother couldn't possibly mean what it sounded like
she meant. Chrissy new about sex - what thirteen year old doesn't these
days - but she'd never done more than sneak a few kisses with some boys at
summer camp. And this was her mother!
"Mommy. what do you. I mean. I don't know.?"
"Oh, you'll find out, dear. Mommy's going to start your lessons right
away." As she was talking, Caroline had begun to gently knead the tit she'
d just abused. Now she brought up her other hand, and kneaded both of her
daughter's breasts together. She also leaned down a little further, and
forced her lips onto the girl's mouth.
Chrissy's mouth had been open in surprise as her mother felt her up, and
before she could shut it she felt the older woman forcing her tongue past
her lips. She's frenching me, the young girl thought; my own mother is
frenching me!
Caroline was so turned on right now she could hardly stand it. As she felt
Chrissy's tits and forced the kiss on her, she began to grind her crotch
down on Chrissy's. It was then she realized just how far ahead of herself
she was getting. The girl was still dressed! Climbing off her daughter,
Caroline stood and walked to the dresser. Surveying her array of tools, the
first she selected caused her to smile in a sinister way. Picking up a
large pair of scissors she turned to face the bed again.
Tied to the bed, and having just been used in the way she had, Chrissy was
on the edge of full blown panic. Seeing her mother standing over her with a
wicked grin and a pair of sharp scissors was too much. The tears started to
flow and the young girl began to sob. "Mommy, no! What are you doing?
Why, Mommy, why? Please don't hurt me, Mommy? Please!"
Caroline almost laughed, almost came, almost danced with triumph. She had
fantasized about this moment for so long and now here was her gorgeous young
daughter, tied to her bed and begging for mercy. And the night had only
just begun.
She stepped over to her daughter and reached again for one of her tits, but
instead of grabbing the girl herself, she simply lifted pinched a bit of the
fabric up and lifted the tight t-shirt into a tent over the young breast.
Then she used the scissors to snip away the raised fabric and let it fall
again. Now the exposed tip of the bra was visible through the ragged top.
Repeating the action for the other breast, Caroline then slipped the
scissors up under the top and sliced the undergarment right up between young
boobs. A second snip of the left strap, and a third for the right, and
Caroline was able to remove the bra entirely. She set the scissors aside
and surveyed her work.
"Oh, that's so sexy, honey. You have sexy little tits, did you know that?
I bet all the boys at school love to look at your tits."
Chrissy's nipples were poking out through the holes in her belly shirt, now.
Pink and small, they looked so enticing Caroline wanted to feast on them
immediately, but decided to continue with the disrobing for now.
Chrissy was still sobbing, but her pleading had subsided to an almost
incoherent murmur now. Through tear-filled eyes she watched as her mother
almost playfully slipped off the little ankle socks the teen had worn to
school that day. Then her mother once again picked up the scissors knelt
over her daughter. Chrissy wanted to scream, to thrash about, to try to
escape, but she didn't dare. Would her mother hurt her, stab her, kill her?
Just a few minutes ago she never would have thought so, but now she felt
sure of nothing. Helplessly, she stared as her the older woman continued
her ministrations.
Starting at the left calf, where the peddle-pusher jeans ended in a hem with
a little side split, Caroline sliced upwards with the shears. The denim was
tough to cut, but the blades were sharp and it wasn't until she made right
up to the waist band that she had to put any real muscle behind it. Chrissy
flinched when she felt the cold metal of the scissors begin dragging against
her leg, but she remained frozen in fear, and almost felt relief when she
realized her mother was cutting the fabric, and not skin.
Now on the right calf, Caroline marveled at the flawlessness of Chrissy's
skin. No scars, no wrinkles, no sag or blemish. The teenager had the kind
of glow to her skin that only youth will give you. As the denim parted up
the right leg, Caroline followed the split of the fabric with her tongue,
licking a wet line up Chrissy's leg right up to the hip, where the elastic
leg-band of the young girl's panties cut across her path.
Making the final snip of the waistband, the jeans were now split up both
sides, from cuff to waistband. Caroline couldn't resist the flourish of the
unveiling. Setting the scissors down, she reached down and cupped Chrissy's
crotch with her hand, grinding the heel of her palm over the young pussy
beneath the denim for a moment, and then grabbed the fabric and yanked her
arm back. The jeans slipped away from the youngster's body and landed in a
heap on the floor. Chrissy screamed, her first real scream of the evening,
tried in vain to cover herself by twisting her legs together, but the straps
prevented any real movement.
Caroline positioned herself between her daughter's legs, kneeling. She was
transfixed by the sight in front of her. Chrissy had on a pair of tight
cotton panties, a soft pink colour, with white elastic. They looked like
little girl panties, schoolgirl panties, and were just tight enough to hint
at the outline of the treasures within.
"Oh, little girl, you are so pretty," Caroline said softly, almost to
herself, "You are so fucking sexy and Mommy is just going to eat you up."
And so saying she bent forward, and began to plant little kisses and licks
all over her daughter's thighs, up over her belly and along her waist. She
kissed in a great circle all around the panties, without yet touching the
panties themselves.
Now Chrissy began to thrash, now she began to squirm but the straps held her
fast and Caroline gripped her hips as continued with her kisses. There was
no escape. She began to beg, "Mommy, please! I'll do anything you want. I
'll be such a good girl! Mommy, don't do this! Why, Mommy?"
"Because, little girl, Mommy is lonely. Mommy needs someone to fulfill her
needs. All the time Mommy spent with you cost her a good husband, so now
you're going to balance things out."
"What!? Mommy, I don't understand, what do you." But Chrissy's question
stopped short with a shocked gasp as Caroline suddenly planted a big
open-mouthed kiss square on the panty-clad pussy, right through the fabric.
She licked and sucked on the little girl's covered cunt and reveled in the
taste and smell of it. Her hands slipped down from the hips and underneath
the girl, cupping the firm young ass as she licked, raising the pussy up to
meet her mouth and increasing the pressure.
"Ahhh! Mom!!" Chrissy wailed. Her mother was licking her down there! My
God, what was happening?
"You'll learn to like it, baby girl. You'll learn to love what Mommy is
doing. When I am through with you, you will beg for me to eat your sweet
little cunt!" Caroline almost shocked herself with the use of the word, but
she was so excited right now anything might happen. Releasing her lip-lock
on the girl's pussy, she grabbed the panties roughly by the waistband with
both hands and pulled apart until the fabric tore. She ripped her daughter'
s panties right off her.
Chrissy's pussy was beautiful. She had the softest, fairest down around a
tight little slit, with beautiful pink labia. A virgin snatch.
Tossing the shredded garment aside, she returned to her oral assault. She
began again with a series of little kisses, little licks and pecks all along
the tops of the thighs, circling around the young slit. Then, she began a
series of long slow licks up and down the lips of the little pussy. As she
continued, the labia began to spread slightly, getting wet from Caroline's
own saliva. When this began to happen, she put her hands on her daughter's
knees and forced them apart, spreading her pussy as open as possible. Now
she dove in, sticking her tongue up the young cunt and fucking her with it
in a series of hard, deep jabs. Finally she arched her neck and moved up,
sucking the young clit into her mouth and kneading it with her tongue and
lips.
Chrissy couldn't believe it. Her mother was raping her, eating her pussy
out, just like a couple of the older girls at school had described having
done to them by boyfriends! The girls had said they enjoyed it, that it
felt good, but Chrissy was too shocked and scared to get turned on. Finally
her mother knelt back up.
"Yummy, Chrissy. Your pussy tastes so sweet. I should have been eating you
years ago! But now you know how it's done." Caroline crawled up her
daughter's body, once again positioning her self so that her pussy was only
inches from the young girl's face, and slipped her tight little black dress
off over her head. ". it's your turn!" And with that, the mother slid the
gusset of her panties to one side of her crotch, baring her cunt to her
little girl, and then slid forward a bit more, planting the pussy right on
her daughter's mouth.
Chrissy didn't know what to do. If she'd been able to she would have
screamed, but that was obviously impossible. Her mother began to rotate her
hips, grinding her crotch into the young girl's face. The musky odour of
her mother's juices was filling her nostrils, and the taste of the sopping
wet pussy was all over her lips. As more tears welled up in her eyes, the
child opened her mouth and extended her tongue.
"Oh, yeah, baby girl. Just like that. Lick your Mommy's pussy for her,
baby. Oh my God, girl, your Mommy is so fucking wet right now. Oh, yeah!"
Caroline had never been so hot in her life. Neither her husband nor any of
the few partners she'd been with before marriage had ever gotten her this
excited. It took only a minute for Chrissy's tentative tonguing to bring
the older woman to a shuddering orgasm.
Rolling off her daughter and laying on the bed next to the bound girl,
Caroline sighed in the afterglow. "Goddamn, little girl, that was amazing.
You made Mommy feel so good. You are going to have to do that more often,
sweetie. Good Lord, that was hot." Caroline propped herself up on her
elbows and undid the clasp of her bra, freeing her large round tits, she
tossed the sexy piece of lingerie aside. Her sheer panties soon joined it
on the floor. Now nude, she turned on her side and bowed her head down over
Chrissy's chest. With one hand she played with her own nipple, while with
her tongue she began gently flicking Chrissy's little pink nipples by turn.
"Mmm. baby. You've got such pretty titties. Mommy loves your pretty little
titties just like yours."
After a few minutes of tit-sucking, Caroline reached down for Chrissy's
pussy and, running a finger along the wet slit, looked up into her daughter'
s wide eyes. "Is my little girl a virgin," the mother asked.
"What? Mommy, please."
Caroline poked just the tip of her finger inside Chrissy's little pussy.
"Have you ever been poked like this before, Chrissy? Has any bad little boy
ever touched you down her?" She began sliding her finger in and out, just
up to the knuckle. Despite being scared and nervous, the sensation caused
Chrissy's pussy to moisten just slightly.
"No, Mommy, nobody ever."
"And they never will, little girl. This little pussy is mine now, do you
understand? This pussy is Mommy's and nobody but Mommy gets to do this,
right?
This was fingering, Chrissy knew, something else the older girls at school
had talked of. They said it felt good, sometimes even better than eating.
Perhaps it was because her mother's tone had softened, or because she now
believed her mother wasn't going to cut her with the scissors, but Chrissy
started to feel a new sensation under the older woman's touch. Slowly, her
hips began to twitch in sync with the rhythm of her mother's hand.
"Yes, Mommy. Nobody but you."
Caroline's hand suddenly stopped. Had she just heard right? Had her
daughter just agreed? She lay down next to her daughter, so that their
heads were on the pillow side by side, and continued her fingering motions.
Chrissy's hips continued to move in kind.
"Do you like that, little girl? Does your Mommy's finger feel good?"
Chrissy was nervous. What should she say? The whole situation was just so
wrong, but it was like the girls at school had said; the finger inside her
felt so good.
"Yes, Mommy. It feels so good."
"Oh baby, are you going to be Mommy's little helper? Are you going to take
care of Mommy every night?"
"You won't hurt me Mommy, will you? If I do what you say, and be a good
little girl?"
"Mommy loves you baby, you know that. You just be my little slut, and I'll
never let anything bad happen to you." Caroline's finger was probing deeper
now, and Chrissy's pussy was getting wetter. Her hips began to buck
slightly, really fucking her mother's hand.
There were still tears in her eyes. She was still in shock, and afraid, and
she didn't know what tomorrow would bring. But as the first orgasm of her
young life rolled through her, she turned her mouth towards her mother's
lips and sighed, "Yes, Mommy."