Loyal Daughter  (Part 3 of 4)
By Orestes & cowgirl

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   For the next two weeks, Mom and I tried to pretend 
that nothing had happened. But it was too hard for me. 
I mean, once I had seen Mom doing * that * to Tina's 
butt, all the while pretending that Tina was me??? Well 
that's pretty hard to get that out of your head. I now 
knew exactly what was going on, and Mom *knew* that I 
knew, because of the way I blurted it out when we had 
that fight the next day.

   That was stupid.

   God, I wished that I could take it back.

   Now, whenever I watched her, and she didn't know 
that I was looking, I thought about the bitterness in 
her face when I ordered her onto her knees, and her 
look of dread when she realized I now *knew* about her 
and Tina.

   And then...

   She actually began to do it! Get on her knees  - 
Like I was supposed to be like Tina  or something 
retarded like that? Geezzz - What is she, nuts??? I'm 
not some weirdo like Mom or Tina! I wasn't really even 
asking her too do anything, either. I was just, sort 
of.....well, testing her. That's all really. Mom 
totally freaked both of us out by what she *almost* 
did...

I just couldn't deal with it.

   So we pretended that nothing happened. I was the 
daughter again, and she played the Mom. And she even 
got strict with me, and made me do all sorts of stupid 
chores that I didn't even have to do before,
but I didn't argue because I didn't want to have 
another fight. I might let something slip...
again...

   But no matter how hard we tried, it was impossible 
because of the way Tina was always around, stirring 
things up. She walked all over Mom, as always, and was 
totally in charge around the house when she was there. 
When she was around, I found I never had to do any 
chores or anything. Mom just cleaned up after us with 
her forced pained little martyr smile.

   I didn't want to, but I found passively accepting 
Tina's curt attitude toward Mom, and soon found myself 
slipping into seeing Mother more and more like Tina 
did.

   And the way she would order Mom into the bedroom 
each evening, and I could Imagine exactly what they 
would be doing, it was so embarrassing. I'd glare at 
her, but Mom just sort of looked at me sheepishly, and 
her face went all red as she'd close the door.

   I felt really bad about letting Tina take over like 
that, but it was still fun hanging around with her in a 
strange way. I really felt guilty about that. Whatever 
weird physical stuff was going on between them, I 
really felt I should stand up for Mom when Tina was 
picking on her. But I didn't. There were thousands of 
times I should have, or could have. The funny part is, 
the more passively I'd accept Mom's crap, the more 
funny I'd feel down in my secret spot. All butterfly 
moist and stuff, as embarrassing as that is to admit!

   I know, its totally retarded.

   Then when Tina wasn't around, I felt so guilty for 
not siding with mom, I would go back to being a good 
daughter and things went more or less back to normal.

   Anyhow, Tina told us to keep our Saturday free, 
because she wanted to go shopping. I already had plans, 
but Mom forced me to cancel them, which pissed me off 
royally. I mean, just because she's screwing around 
with Tina, it doesn't mean that she should mess up my 
life. If she couldn't stand up to Tina, why should I do 
what she said ?

   But Saturday came, and we all piled into Mom's car.

   " How are you doing back there, Debbie ?" Tina said 
from the driver's seat. She made Mom sit in the back, 
which wasn't easy because you know how cramped those 
little sports cars can be. This was embarrassing! She 
was the adult. Why wasn't I riding in the back ? Mom 
should be driving. It was her damned car anyway.

   Finally, when we were at the mall, Tina smirked 
while watching Mom struggle to get out of the car 
because Tina hadn't pulled her seat all of the way 
forward. People were staring at us, and I inwardly 
squirmed from the scene Mom was caused. Even Mom was 
laughing, but mostly just to save face. It was so 
pathetic. God, I hated Mom for making us look stupid 
like that.

    Once Mom was out, Tina smiled a wicked little 
smile. " Take off your coat Debbie, leave it in the 
car. "

   I didn't notice before what Mom was wearing, because 
she wore a big coat today. Now I saw that she was 
wearing a tight little black dress that was much too 
short for her. Then I figured out that it wasn't HERS - 
it was MINE. I don't even know how she managed to fit 
into it, it was so tight. She also wore high heels, and 
from what I could tell, I didn't think she was wearing 
any underwear either.

   Talk about a public nightmare. This was nothing a 
woman her age should ever wear, especially in the mall. 
This wasn't a club after all. We walked towards the 
doors to the mall, and all I could think was that I'd 
just shrivel up and cry if any of my friends were to 
see me with her!

   Once we were inside, it was even worse. All sorts of 
guys were leering at her, and I could see their eyes 
making rude comments. She looked like a cheap whore, 
stuffed into my skimpy little skirt like she was. When 
Tina caught me lagging behind  so it didn't look like I 
was with them, she made me catch up, and made me walk 
beside Mom. She even forced me to * hold Mom's hand *.

   " It's nice to see a mother and daughter to close, 
isn't it Debbie? I never realized how similar you two 
are, especially dolled up in your daughters clothes! " 

   Tina winked at me, and I stared daggers at Tina for 
such cruelty. She * knew * I was NOTHING like Mom too. 
I wanted to just curl up and DIE right there! Mother's 
hand was repulsively sweaty and I just knew the whole 
world was looking at us! The weird part was, I was 
getting that strange butterfly feeling again, like when 
I first watched Tina and my Mom in my room that night.
.

   Mom caught how much this was embarrassing me, and 
looked toward Tina.

   " Do I really have to be dressed like this ?" she 
asked weakly. Tina paused for a second, considering 
carefully.

   " I don't know, Debbie. Maybe your right. I guess we 
should get you some new clothes then. Gee, I hope you 
brought your credit card. "

   With the ridiculous way she was dressed, the very 
last thing either of us wanted was to shop for clothes, 
but Tina wouldn't let up. It was so weird. I wanted to 
stand up to Tina, but Mom would probably get mad if I 
did. And I couldn't risk standing up to Mom again, I 
was afraid that it would totally ruin our relationship. 
Then there was this racing feeling in the pit of my 
stomach like this all was exciting as hell to be out of 
control somehow. It was so confusing.

   Tina led us into a Gap style store, but with cheaper 
stuff. Everything here was made for young girls. 
Luckily, there weren't too many customers in the store.

   As always, Tina was outgoing. She took the first 
chance to get the attention of a store clerk. The 
girl's name tag said "Becky". She wasn't much older 
than I was. She was kind of a cute girl, which is 
probably why she was hired in a trendy clothing store, 
but she seemed really shy. Maybe she was new to the 
job.

   " Come over here Becky, " Tina told her. What was it 
about Tina that made everyone fall in line so easily? 
She just had an air about her when she was talking that 
it seemed stupid to disagree.

   " We're going to be trying on some clothes for 
Debbie here, " she told the girl, and then in a quieter 
tone, "as you can tell, she likes to show off a bit, so 
we'll be looking for some revealing clothes. They might 
not fit quite right on a woman of her... well... type, 
but you just do the best you can, okay ?"

   Even Becky was stunned by the way Tina was talking 
about Mom, and right in front of her too, but Mother 
just shot her a embarrassed half hearted smile, while I 
suddenly found the tile floor fascinating as hell. The 
salesgirl stunned just nodded her head, and began to 
rummage around the store for some clothes that might 
fit Mom. I avoided Mom's humiliated gaze, but Tina was 
all smiles while we waited in an awkward silence.

   Finally, Becky returned with an armful of clothes, 
walking past Mother and me and showing them for Tina's 
approval, knowing full well where her possible sale was 
coming from.

   " We're going to need a large change room, Becky. 
You see, Debbie has a hard time making up her own mind, 
and even dressing herself. She always seems better off 
just doing what Amy and I tell her to. Isn't that right 
Amy? She does anything that we want, doesn't she ?"

   The girl looked in my direction. Mom lowered her 
eyes to the floor. I felt so naked and shocked to hear 
Tina say these things right in front of this girl.

   " Uh, yeah... I guess. " I didn't know what to say. 
I just wanted to get this whole thing over with.

   Mom didn't look at me, but I could see her body 
stiffen at my latest betrayal of her. It was one thing 
when Tina and I made her do things around the house, 
but doing it in public felt so much worse.

   " Well, we do have a large changing room for, uh,... 
handicapped customers. I guess you could all fit in 
there. "

   Tina laughed out loud. " Great. When you come to 
think of it, it is sort of a handicap to be as weak 
minded as poor Li'l Debbie here. Let's go. "

   I could tell that Becky didn't want to be with us, 
but she had such a pile of clothes that it would 
probably be against the rules for her to just let us 
take them all into the change room together. She waited 
outside the door, and passed the items in one by one.

   Now that Tina and I were in the change room with 
Mom, I was feeling really weird again. Tina ordered Mom 
to take off the dress, and she began to lift the tight 
garment over her head. This was too similar to what I 
had seen in my bedroom, but for some stupid reason, it 
was turning me on even more.

   I had tried not to think about it over the last two 
weeks, but now, with Mom stripping off her clothes for 
us, I couldn't help myself. I remembered the way she 
had kissed and nuzzled her way into Tina's ass that 
time. I thought about how Tina had taunted her about 
'kissing her stuck up daughter's ass'.

   Mom really * didn't * wear any underwear today, and 
I noticed that the hair on her crotch was shaved off. 
Tina watched me for reaction, but I tried not to show 
how much this was affecting me.

   " Try this one on," Tina gave Mom a orange and white 
little tube top. The stretchy material barely fit over 
Mom's tits, and made her look totally stupid.

   " Becky, Amy said this skirt you gave us isn't short 
enough. We need another, " Tina demanded, smiling to 
me. I glared at Tina, having said nothing of the sort. 
Mom gave me another heavy disapproving silence full of 
her disappointment at this weird game I wouldn't stop.

   I could hear the girl walking around the store, and 
finally come back to the change room. She tapped 
lightly on the door. Mom's eyes were on the floor. She 
was still only wearing the top, and was naked from the 
waist down. Tina opened the door wide so that Becky 
could see in.

   The young sales girl stood there with her mouth 
agape. I guess seeing Mom like that, almost naked, with 
her crotch all shaved was a real surprise for her. In a 
few seconds she looked away, but I could see how 
embarrassed she was. She handed in the skirt.

   " Don't worry about her, Becky, " Tina gestured 
towards Mom. " I told you she likes to show off her 
body. I can't imagine why she wants everyone to see her 
fat ass. But I guess you can't teach an *old dog* new 
tricks. "

The sales girl's face turned crimson as my silly 
looking middle-aged Mother took the skirt,  as Becky's 
eyes shone with a mixture of pity and growing contempt. 
By now Mom looked so close to tears I was disgusted, 
and I felt a rush of strength to save her. My anger was 
burning over the way Tina had just spoken about my own 
mother to this stranger, and this was quite enough.

I struggled several seconds with the impulsive urge to 
*speak up* to Tina for that one, I really did. But then 
my shoulders slumped and as I thought of a 
confrontation.

   And when the door was closed and Becky scampered off 
again, I saw myself just stand there in total silence, 
as my humiliated Mother just tried on the tiny little 
skirt. It didn't hide a thing, and was pretty 
unflattering.

   " Beautiful, don't you think, Amy ?"

   " Uh....I don't know. " I couldn't even force a 
smile.

   Tina smiled at me, and shook her head. " You really 
should get into the spirit of things, Amy. You know she 
likes this. Otherwise, why would she be doing it ? "

   I looked up at Mom, my eyes begging that she would 
protest. She said nothing.

   " Look honey, you've seen the way she serves us 
around the house, " Tina continued. " And you know why 
she does it. Sure, little miss Debbie complains bout 
her stuck-up daughter, but in the end, you know it 
turns her on to let you walk all over her. Don't play 
all innocent on me. You saw what we did in your own 
bedroom... Debbie told me that you saw it. "

   I felt sold out by my own Mom, and shot her my 
"mother how could you?" expression. She looked away 
quickly, her cheeks on fire. How could Mom betray her 
own daughter, yet blab to Tina about our private stuff 
?

   This was getting * way * out of control.

   " Secretly, I bet that you really want her to do 
whatever you ask. I heard when you had your little 
fight, you told little Debbie to get on her knees. 
Yes... she told me all about that too. What were you 
going to make her do, Amy? You know she would have done 
it. Here, I'll show you how. "

   Tina began to unbutton her jeans. I couldn't believe 
that she would do this right in the change room, with 
the sales girl just outside the door. The girl might 
even have heard her talking. I could feel my panties 
getting damp in the crotch, and I was breathing so 
hard. Mom was too.

   " Come on, Debbie. Show your little girl how you 
like to kiss ass. "

   Right while I watched, Mom dropped to her knees in 
that ridiculous outfit, and put her face into Tina's 
ass. I could hear her kissing and slurping at Tina's 
butt.

   " Becky, we need a different top in here. Something 
that will show off her tits, " Tina called out to the 
sales girl.

   I could her the girl walking around the store again. 
There was no way that Tina was going to let Becky see 
Mom doing this, was she ? Soon, there was the familiar 
tap on the door.

   " Open the door, Amy. I'm a bit busy over here. "

   This was too much. How could I possibly let Becky 
see my mother like this ? Tina was staring at me, her 
smile gone. For some reason, I didn't want to make her 
mad. I opened the door.

   Again, the young girl's eyes showed her surprise. 
The girl had no idea what to do about this. With 
trembling hands, she gave me a couple pieces of 
clothing. I closed the door again.

   " Don't pretend that this doesn't turn you on, Amy. 
I can see how horny you are just by looking. "

   Was it that obvious ?

   " Come on, Amy, why don't you try something ? You 
know she'll do anything I say. "

   " No, I don't really want..."

   " I can wait all day, " said Tina. " I know there's 
something you want. We're not leaving here until I make 
her do it for you. "

   My face glowed red. I could see my Mom looking at me 
from the corner of her eyes while she continued to 
obediently lick Tina's ass. She couldn't really want 
this, I told myself. She couldn't want me to betray her 
this way. My body begged for attention.

   " Well, I... " the words began to come from my 
mouth.

   " Yes ?"

   " Tina... uh... make her... oh, I can't say it..."

   " It's okay sweetie, just whisper it to me, and I'll 
make her do it."

   Mom froze in place.

   " I want her to, " I breathed into Tina's ear, " 
to... uh... lick my pussy a little bit. "

   As soon as the words came out, I knew I regretted 
them. Tina began to chuckle.

   " Well, Debbie, " she announced. " It seems that 
your little girl has an itch, and wants you to scratch 
it with your tongue. Do you have an itchy pussy Amy ?"

   I couldn't look at Mom. I could sense her body was 
shaking, whether with shame or with lust, I couldn't 
tell. I was so aroused by Tina's disrespectful words 
that I quickly looked down at Mom as our eyes locked, 
and was instantly sorry I did. There was * such * hurt 
and betrayal in Mom's face that I wanted to throw up 
from the pure guilt,  even if it was tempered by her 
heated cheeks and flaring nostrils.

   " No... I'm sorry... Mom I love you..." I mumbled 
unconvincingly.

   " But you want her tongue on your pussy, don't you 
?" taunted Tina. I needed it so badly, and Tina knew 
it. " Come on, Amy. Don't deny it. You just whispered 
it into my ear, didn't you ?"

   I couldn't deny it. Mom could see that Tina was 
telling the truth. My hands were shaking as I began to 
unsnap my jeans.

   " Tina, for god's sake, don't make me do this. It 
isn't right, " Mom said. Tears were forming in her 
eyes. Tina said nothing to her. I began to pull my 
jeans and panties down my thighs, swallowing In 
anticipation.

   " Amy ? Tell me what you want her to do. "

   I could feel the power I held over Mom now. It was 
safe since it was only through Tina, but I could feel 
it in the air.

   " Uh, okay, " (shrug) "you know."

   " You're going to have to do better than that, 
princess. " Tina was enjoying how ugly things were 
getting. I could tell. She loved to see me hurt my own 
Mom this way.

   " Amy..." Mom pleaded with me. She was just so sad 
that I just couldn't look at her.

   " Tell her to lick my pussy, " I said to Tina. I 
tried to ignore the hurt and angry look on Mom's face. 
I wanted to explain to Mom, but when I'd unsnapped my 
jeans, I'd given her a clear signal about how my 
loyalty as a daughter. I did love my Mom, but at that 
moment, I guess I wanted to humiliate her even more.

   " You heard her, Debbie. Lick your stuck-up 
daughter's wet pussy. "

   I wanted to pull away, I really did. But as soon as 
her tongue touched me, I just couldn't. I blocked out 
the ways I was hurting her. The warmth between my legs 
just felt so damned good, it melted the guilt. I leaned 
back against the wall of the change room, my mother on 
her knees in front of me, and spread my legs a little 
wider.

   " How does that feel, Amy ? " asked Tina. I couldn't 
answer. Every sensation told me how good it was to have 
my mother crumble to me this way. Tina continued, " It 
must feel pretty good to finally have your mother where 
she belongs. I can tell that Debbie likes it too. I 
don't think I've ever seen her this horny. "

   Tina raised her foot to under Mom's skirt, and began 
to rub it back and forth. Again, Mom began to ride her 
foot like a horsy. Tina was right. Mom was really 
excited. Both of us knew that this was wrong, but I 
couldn't stop myself.

   " You like to pretend that I'm forcing you to do 
this, don't you Amy ? " Tina paused, reading my 
reaction to her comment.

Tina hadn't said anything about *me* being forced by 
*her* before, and it surprised me. Being under Tina's 
thumb was a unexpected wrinkle that I resented. The 
role was * way * to close to being a toady like Mom! I 
was offend and a little hurt Tina would turn the tables 
and would even * think * of me in the same way she did 
Mother, which she clearly KNOWS I'm NOTHING like!!!! My 
nostrals flared angrily as Tina continued.

" Soon you'll be making your Momma do this all of the 
time, even without me to make her obey. Isn't that 
right, Amy ? You and one end, your Mom resigned to the 
other ? You know I'm telling the truth.

   Well, at least she sees I'm nothing like my stupid 
Mom, I quickly smiled. The feeling in my pussy was 
growing. I slid my hands on the back of Mom's head just 
out of reflex, but soon I found myself strongly pumping 
my pussy forward so she could lick me even deeper.

   Tina grinned, calling loudly. " Hey Becky, are you 
still out there ?"

   " Yes, " the girl replied from the other side of the 
door, sounding like a nervous little  mouse.

   " Could you bring me a tissue ? Amy's mom has made 
a....mess on my shoe. "

   I could hear a gasp, then the girl walking away. I 
had to stop this now, before the sales clerk returned. 
I just couldn't let her see me and my own mother this 
way. I started to pull Mom's face away from my pussy, 
but Tina shot me a look, and I stopped. Tina came 
uncomfortably close to me, cooing in my ear.

"Amy?, perhaps you even like me making *you* to do 
stuff, almost as much as your mother does, huh? What's 
the saying: Like mother, like daughter? No daughter can 
escape her mothers shadow. I always suspected your 
secretly * every bit * the passive little doormat your 
own Mommy is, and probably going to wind up only * 
slightly * above her in our family pecking order. Isn't 
that right Amy? "

I was so shocked and pissed that Tina had spoken such a 
terrible LIE, (accusing me of being ANYTHING like Mom), 
and confused why my anger only seemed to fuel my desire 
to ride Moms face. I drove my anger into my lust, as 
Tina's smug smile mocked me. Mom was really getting off 
on Tina's foot now, and I could feel my own body 
beginning to tremble and build.

   There was a tap on the door, but I couldn't stop. 
Tina reached over, locking eyes with me, and unlatched 
the door.

   Then my eyes were drawn to Becky, standing in the 
doorway, staring at me. She could see everything. She 
knew that this was my Mom, and could see exactly what 
we were doing. I couldn't control myself any longer. My 
whole body shook as I pressed Mom's face into my pussy 
and began to cry.

   " Oh, I'm so sorry Mom... oh please, lick me... 
please forgive me.....but just keep licking...'kay? I'm 
not like you Mommy, I'm not. But don't stop 
licking....nnng...aaah !"

   All the while, Becky stood there, stunned, holding a 
tissue in one of her hands.

   " Thanks, " said Tina, finally taking the tissue 
from Becky's hand. She closed the door again. " See, 
that wasn't so hard, was it ?"

   When my body stopped shaking, I started crying for 
real. I couldn't wait to get out of there, so I raced 
from the store in and left Tina and Mom in the 
handicapped change room afraid to look back. Eventually 
I caught a bus home, and locked myself in my room.

   Thankfully they didn't come home until much later in 
the evening. My mind danced with  what other 
humiliations Tina put Mom through on that shopping trip 
after I left. But, the truth is, I didn't really wanted 
to know. Tina's prophetic words were still ringing in 
my head.

As I lay in bed whimpering in my darkened bedroom, 
resisting the urge to play with myself, steaming over 
Tina's cruel implication that there was even a fibre of 
mother's passivity in me. I hated what my Mom had 
turned out around Tina, and swore I'd never be like 
her! Never!!! I resolved to  DIE before I'd wind up 
like my own mother! 
***

Look for part 4 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
write to jennifer (AKA: cowgirl) at:
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