Loyal Daughter (Part 1 of 4)
By cowgirl & Orestes

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I always suspected something....well...." weird" was 
going on between my mother and Tina. I just never 
expected anything like -  Okay, that's not exactly 
true... I mean,  I'd be lying if I didn't admit to 
seeing some of it coming, but later it just got so -

well...

I shouldn't skip ahead.

My names Amy and I'm fourteen. Ever since the divorce, 
I think Mom has felt her power over me slipping away, 
which is only natural, since I'm practically an adult 
and very mature for my age! My mother is the Vice
President of the Board of Education for the whole 
district and is a work-aholic, but at home, she's 
another story. She's always whining after me to me to 
do boring chores around the house, and trying to set 
dumb limits on my curfew and stuff, which is the real 
problem.

The problem is, she wont make me stick to it!

She's such a big shot at work that you'd think she'd be 
able to tell me what to do, but she just wont. I mean, 
she tries sometimes, blabs on and on endlessly, but 
when push comes to shove, I can always count on
Mom to cave, leaving me to pretty much do as I want.

Not that I'm lazy! I have plenty of other stuff to do 
what with school, friends, boys, video games and other 
junk like that!. I * would *  work,  It's just... 
what's the point? Since mother's obviously happier 
sputtering along behind me cleaning up and complaining, 
no matter * how * much she may squeak otherwise!

My Mom's in her late thirties and has no social life 
(this is why she must try to ruin mine! < grrrr >) 
Mommy dresses....well, like a Mom! She never dates or 
even thinks of herself that way. I try to encourage 
her, because I'd do * anything * to loosen up her tight 
ass! She's maybe five pounds heavier around her bottom 
than she'd like to be, but she's got a pleasant face 
and I've seen guys gawking at her C- sized chest, which 
kinda pisses me off, since my boobs are...well...coming 
along...(sigh)....s-l-o-w-l-y!

So... Tina...

The first time I heard Mom talk about Tina is was 
because she was coming to work with Mom at the Board of 
Education office. She was seventeen, and had to 
complete her mandatory work experience to graduate. Her 
school couldn't get her a placement anywhere else 
because she had a reputation - (whatever that means)! 
Mom wouldn't say anymore, lecturing school files are 
supposed to be confidential,

but something about Mom's tone made me suspicious...

So the school dumped her at the Board of Education 
office. It kind of serves Mom right too, getting stuck 
with all the bad kids, because it was probably my dumb 
Mommy who made up the stupid policy for mandatory work 
experience in the first place!  So Mom had brought the 
whole thing on herself, in a way.

And Mom started to complained about Tina endlessly too! 
Tina this and Tina that! Mom worked herself into a fit 
bitching about her! Sometimes to tears, and this was 
only their first week together too!

Something had to break -

A few days later, Mom stopped complaining, and got very 
quiet, refusing to talk about Tina at all. She came 
home in tears, and then looking blank and exhausted.

Totally weird.

Then one morning Mom started talking nicely about Tina, 
like how she was a smart girl, and a good role model 
and all that -blah,blah,blah! She even started blabbing  
about how much of a good influence Tina would be on me, 
and how much she would like it if we became friends. 
There was no way that I wanted my Mom choosing my 
friends for me (ick!), but she was just so insistent 
about it that she finally wore me down and I agreed to 
have Tina over. I had no idea why my Mom seemed so 
relieved and happy about it.

All I could do is wait and see what a loser Mom was 
setting me up with.

Boy was I wrong. Tina was one of those people who could 
get away with almost anything. She's gorgeous. She has 
red frizzy hair and a bod to kill for! She wears all 
sorts of cool and sexy clothes that I could never pull 
off!  Tina became like an older sister and we hung out 
together a lot and she let me borrow clothes and stuff, 
even though Mom grimaced through her smiles, she said 
nothing to our faces.

Even though Tinašs only a teenager, she acts much more 
mature, and I have to admit that I've kind of in awe of 
her. She has the most amazing body, and I felt 
embarrassed when Tina  would catch me staring at her, 
and was more surprised when I'd catch Mom doing the 
same! I thought Mom wanted me and Tina to be friends,  
and was pissed at her for edging me out.

I was starting to fear that Mom was stealing my friend! 
Tina wasn't as friendly with Mom as she was with me, 
but their connection seemed stronger and deeper, plus I 
was sure they talked privately at work behind my  back, 
which made me feel jealous and left out! Tina seemed to 
notice this, and eased the tension by secretly assuring 
me she liked me lots better.

But the weird part is, I got the weirdest gut feeling 
that the more time Mom spent with Tina, and the more 
Mom rushed around to please her...

...the more Mother secretly resented her presence in 
out lives,

and even maybe.....

.....hated her.

But this made no sense. Why would mother go to all this 
trouble? Making Tina such a part of the family? It 
didn't make sense. Something was * up * all right!

By now, I was getting used to the weird vibe between 
Mom and Tina. Like the first few times Tina was over, 
Mom was so eager for us to get along, and for 
everything to be perfect. It was almost like Tina's 
approval was growing more important to Mother than I 
was. I guess she didn't get enough of Tina at
work.

" If you girls need anything, just let me know, " she 
said, as she brought us a couple of cokes. " I'll just 
be in the next room, honey."

For the rest of the night, she just fluttered about, 
making us snacks, and checking if everything was okay. 
It was a bit embarrassing, actually. It just got 
stranger from there.

The next time Tina was over, Mom cooked dinner for us. 
Not just one of those easy microwave dinners, either, 
but a full roast chicken dinner, with all sorts of side 
dishes. She was so anxious to make it perfect, that 
must have worked 8 hours on it! Then just as we all sat 
down to eat ?

Tina said it looked boring and asked if I wanted to 
grab some burgers instead ?

My eyes darted to Mom, and though here eyes were wet, 
she forced a phoney smile. I noticed she wasn't invited 
either. Tina got me laughing at Mom's expression in the 
car, and then we ate like burgers in the parking lot. 
When we returned, I saw Mom hadn't eaten and was still 
standing where we'd left her! This made me feel 
somewhat guilty, But Tina and her had a private talk, 
so I guess it was okay. Mom even insisted on doing all 
of the dishes too, which was cool for me, because 
normally that's something she' d have nagged me to do.

Over the next week, I could see what a pushover Mom was 
becoming. I was kind of used to it, but it felt funny 
too, because I didn't like to see what a doormat she 
was becoming. I mean, she * is * my Mom after all. She 
kept on inviting Tina over, and then sort of lingering 
around while she was there. For some reason, she seemed 
almost jealous when we were together just giggling, and 
hanging out or watching a movie on TV.

It gave me the creeps, Mom's jealousy act.

By the second week, I could see that Tina was really 
taking advantage of the situation. Like, my Mom would 
never have allowed anyone to smoke in the house, but 
when Tina lit up one day, Mom just raced around the 
house to find her an ashtray. I know she didn't like it 
at all, and it got stupid when because me and Mom kept 
coughing all evening, but Mom didn't say anything. I 
couldn't believe Tina didn't catch my pouts to Mom to 
say something, but Mom just kept rushing over to flick 
the ashes off Tina's cigarette when Tina would grunt.

What a wimp. And what a load of crap about Tina being a 
good influence. It got to the point where when Tina 
came over, we would order pizza on Mom's credit card, 
and stay up all night watching movies that I * know * 
Mom didn't approve of. Tina even convinced Mom to let 
us drink some beer while we hung out. Mom looked 
horrified and I was sure she would explode at both of 
us for a Moment, and part of me longed for that,

But Mom Just got this plastic smile on and finished 
painting Tina's toenails. I felt a bit guilty about it, 
but I was also enjoying my new freedom and punishing 
mother for her Insipid passivity!

By now we all definitely knew that something was odd 
going on, but nobody spoke of it!  Sometimes, when Mom 
might even seem like she was going to stand up for 
herself, Tina would give her a certain look, and Mom 
would shrink back down. It was a creepy feeling, to see 
Mom just giving us girls whatever we wanted, but a rush 
like I've never known, and was now only dying of 
curiosity to find out what leverage Tina held over 
mother.

Anyhow, one day I came home early because there was a 
false bomb threat at school, and I saw that Mom's car 
was in the driveway, which is unusual, because she 
doesn't come home from work until much later.
After the divorce, Mom hadn't allowed herself too many 
luxuries. But the one thing she did was buy herself a 
nice red sports car, and she loved it to death.

There was no way that she would ever have let  * anyone 
*  else drive it. But now she was letting Tina borrow 
it sometimes, which really sucked, because I knew that 
Mom wouldn't ever have lent it to me. So now, I didn't 
know if Mom was really home, or if Tina had just 
borrowed the car and was over for a visit.

When I came in, I looked around for Mom or Tina. 
Actually, they were both home, but I thought it was 
really strange that their voices were coming from MY 
ROOM of all places.

"But Tina, she's supposed to empty and fill the 
dishwasher after school, make her bed in the morning, 
and help me clean her room on Saturday mornings before 
going out with friends. Is that too much to ask?" my 
mother whined.

"How do you expect Amy to do her chores when you have 
to be nagged and scolded to do the chores that I set 
out for you, Debbie?" Tina said firmly.

I was surprised as I'd never heard anyone call my 
mother 'Debbie'. Only Deborah, or Ms. Steven's

I leaned in for more clues. I peeked around the corner 
and my jaw dropped. I saw my mother on her knees 
surrounded by my junk on the floor. I felt guilty and 
knew she was right. My room looked like crap. But that 
wasn't what made my jaw drop. Mom was only dressed in 
her underwear, bra, and high heels. Tina stood before 
her fully dressed, her arms folded across her chest.

What kind of twisted game were they playing ?

"We've been over this before little missy. The only 
reason you're one step ahead of your daughter, is that 
I'm always here cracking your whip, right?"  Tina said. 
There was silence and only my mother's breath, which 
was now loud enough for me to hear from the side 
hallway. I stared in awe at this bizarre site, which 
made me feel like I had butterflies tickling the bottom 
of my tummy.

" Okay but..." Mom argued, " leaving aside her bedroom 
for a moment, Amy already agreed to not leave her 
things all over the house like her clothes, half empty 
Coke cans, books, papers. I don't see why she can't 
carry these things to the laundry, the kitchen, or 
wherever they belong. "

"That's an excellent idea Debbie. But while your mouth 
is complaining about all this, let's see that cute 
little butt of yours scamper around and put away all 
this stuff in it's proper place, is that clear?" My 
mother started picking up my smelly clothes and junk 
food and CD's off the floor at Tina's command and 
breathing harder and harder.

" Oh yes, and do keep bitching about your daughter, 
that seems to get you friskier, doesn't it? Besides, it 
amuses me." Tina was mocking my mother. Tina kept 
swatting Mom's ass with a rolled up magazine as my 
mother desperately tried to clean my room.

The swats to mother's behind seemed to make her jerk a 
little, but otherwise she just kept working away. I 
felt sad and angry that she'd agree to this, and knew 
it was all my fault for keeping my junk around. But I 
was also feeling warm and strange in a way that boys 
usually only made me feel.

" She's supposed to sort her own laundry for the wash 
and fold and put away her clothes when they're dry. " 
My mother's voice was weepy and pathetic.

"Occasionally I also ask for her help on a project 
above and beyond her assigned duties, but that seems to 
be completely unbearable to her. "

Mom was on her knees, picking up clothing from the 
floor. Tina looked so amused by Mom's complaints. From 
behind, Tina raised her foot to in between Mom's legs, 
and into her crotch. She laughed as my mother got 
distracted, and dropped an armful of laundry. First, 
Mom began to move her hips slowly, and then bizarrely 
the began riding Tina's foot like a damned horsey! I 
was besides myself watching this horrid and disgusting 
display, yet unable to turn away. I couldn't decide if 
Mom was suffering or in ecstasy.

" C'mon little Debbie, what ELSE does your ungrateful 
daughter do?"

" Well..... she certainly expects me bail her out. 
She's always bossing me do to this or that for her. Is 
a fourteen year old daughter's respect for her mother 
too much to ask?"

" Yes it is, but go on anyway..." Tina smirked and my 
jaw hit the floor as my mother started humped her 
Tina's leg. I blinked several times, not believing it!

" Amy also acts terribly persecuted when I give 
consequences for her not doing things And then expects 
me to fork over money for stuff she wants, or do her 
favors like driving her to her girlfriends' houses or 
dropping her at the mall or... "

" Poor, poor Debbie, " Tina finally cut her off.

" I guess you'd better just get down and kiss your 
daughters stuck up little ass, as if you aren't 
already!" Tina was now rubbing herself between her legs 
while saying this. They were both getting excited from 
this nasty game.

Mom crawled around behind Tina, while Tina pulled up 
her skirt and bent forwards. My Mom was actually going 
to do it ! She was going to kiss Tina's ass while the 
teenager just kept on mocking her.

" Poor Witto Debbie... always complaining about her 
stuck-up daughter, but this is where she always ends up 
in the end, kissing her ass, huh ?

" I think Debbie Webbie * likes * it that way, doesn't 
she ? " Tina smirked.

I could see that Mom was kissing and licking Tina's ass 
through her panties. How degrading ! Then Tina reached 
back, and pulled down her panties so that Mom could 
really lick her private parts for reak. All the while 
she just kept on talking. " This is who you really are, 
isn't it ? You were born to be brown nosing younger 
girls. "

My ears were burning, and the butterflies in my stomach 
were out of control. I felt queasy and didn't wanna 
hear anymore. Mom was now licking and sucking at Tina's 
ass like she was really into it. Every word from Tina 
made her breathe even harder.

" This is where you belong Debbie, although your too 
gutless to admit it. Whenever Amy walks all over you, 
you secretly wanted this... to be on your knees, 
licking and sucking your daughter's prissy little ass. 
That's what you wanted,  ISNT IT ?"

Tina pulled her butt away from Mom's face to get an 
answer. I wanted to throw up I was so rattled, Mom was 
shaking real bad, but for a different reason.

Mom was about to speak, but I bolted out of the house 
before I could hear her answer.

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Look for part 2 of this story coming within a week

For fans of F/f, NC, MC, blackmail, emotional
humiliation, mother/daughter co-dependency issues,
and other silly warped stuff, (but, please, no snuff,
pedo, violence, or heavy BDSM! If your underage, I'll
just block your address. No kids, period.), please
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Co-authored by Orestes
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