Loyal Daughter part 2 (of 4)
By cowgirl & Orestes


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My mind raced all day at school with the weird scene 
I'd seen last night. I could hardly wait as school got 
out and riding the bus home, I kept flashing back to 
mom, my mom, and Tina! It scared me too. I couldn't 
fathom why mom would even agree to get * down * on her 
knees and seemed to enjoy complaining about me! There 
was no denying it, mother and Tina were into an area of 
weirdness I couldn't  - and didn't want to- understand!

As I came home I looked at mom sitting there reading 
magazine on the couch -  looking as normal as ever. She 
was wearing a off the shoulder blouse and cut off while 
she twirled a strand of her hair absent mindedly. It 
was like none of  it even happened!  Mom grunted "how 
was school" and I grunted an obligatory response, 
storming up to my room closing the door, and landing on 
my bed to figure out with the butterflies had returned 
when looking at mom again.

 I looked at myself in the wall mirror. Was there 
something wrong with me too?

I laid on my back and unsnapped my pants, staring at 
the ceiling. What's the deal with Tina? I wondered. Why 
did * she * get to act that way in front of mom? I 
could never get away with talking to mother like that, 
plus  I had to do all sorts of stupid crudely chores 
and stuff! Just cause she's older? Did mom like her 
better?

I let my fingers drift down and disappear into my 
underwear. It was no big deal, I just did it sometimes. 
I frowned, then remembered something I overheard Tina 
say.

"Kissing your own daughters butt."

 I mouthed the words silently, fearful to say them 
aloud.

 I heard a the door open a sliver and jerked upright in 
fear! But it wasn't mom, only my kitty cat, Moose 
(stupid name , I know). I sighed in relief! I cursed 
that mother wouldn't allow a lock on my door! My mood 
broken,  I crept downstairs, but only found mom sitting 
in the same spot, reading.  I quietly watched her from 
the hall, then became embarrassed that I'd forgotten to 
re snap my pants when I left my bedroom! As I quietly 
snapped them, I was deep in thought, watching mother.

Maybe if I approached mom like Tina does? But if I 
pissed her off I could be grounded for months!  She 
would too! Moms not good at day to day discipline, but 
if she's steamed, shell really lay into my butt!!!

Even talking stuff like Tina does was playing with 
dynamite! I couldn't risk that.

I screwed up my courage and threw out Tina's name to 
see how it floated. Besides I needed to feel out Tina 
on all this.

"Mom, I thought I'd go see Tina tonight, okay? Can you 
give me a ride?" I asked. Mother stopped reading for a 
second and I felt her pause, but she didn't look up.

"Uh....Tina? why in the world do you wanna see her?" 
Mom asked, returning to her magazine.

"Moooommmm - I * thought * you wanted us to be 
friends?"  I sighed impatiently.

"Okay - but Tina's nearly a grown up honey! I'm sure 
she has better things to do - "

"Mother - I already called her! She said its fine." I 
lied. I figured Tina would cover for me when mom 
dropped me off - * if *  she dropped me off!

Mother's voice sounded...funny. There was tension in 
the air and I got instant butterflies inside as Mom 
dropped her magazine and looked up, squeaking. "She 
said that?"

"uh huh." I smirked, savoring the moment.

There was another pause.

"Well....not 'till you clean up your * room * young 
lady!" I sighed in disappointment as her old mom voice 
returned, as she continued.

"And I also need you to go through your old clothes 
too! We need to see what tops you've grown out of. Come 
with me and well try stuff on so I know what to throw 
out - " Mom reached out for my hand but I jerked it 
away.

"Mom, geeezzzz - do we really need to do that * right * 
now?  Gimme a break!!!"

She folded her hand on her hips, all serious like. 
"Well, somebody's not taking one step out of this house 
until I can see at least some proof that there * is * a 
carpet  through the piles of clothes and half eaten - 
god knows what - that litter your room!"

If she hadn't have been so pissed, I'd have even 
thought she looked pretty, standing there in her blouse 
and cut offs, hair teasing across her face and 
shoulders, giving me shit like that! I loved my mom, 
but she really was compulsive sometimes!

"Mother - your, like, * totally * exaggerating now! " I 
growled..

"You wanna be, like, * totally * grounded for 3 weeks?" 
she shot back.

"...because I wont try on stupid old blouses I already 
know I've grown out of OR for not picking up a few 
things in my room? * That's * what you'd ground me 
over???" I said not believing my ears. I stepped closer 
to her and tried to say confidently...

 "Your bluffing."

"Try me."

We glared at each other in silence. I couldn't figure 
out why mom was making me stand * here *, over this 
stupid point! I was beginning to think I was  * way * 
in over my head, and had a nightmarish image of myself 
grounded every Saturday night, doing the dished 'till I 
was thirty fucking six!

It was time to bail, and save my own hide! But to my 
utter horror, these words cam drifting out of my mouth, 
beyond my control!

"Mom, it was Tina's  * suggestion * I come over!  Am I 
gonna have to CALL her ?"

A thousand emotions flickering across Mother's face.

I knew I was probably dead. I'd crossed that line, and 
we both knew it.

Mom stepped within a few inches of my face looking down 
at me. Somehow, mother looked angry and frightened all 
at once!!!  I looked up at my mother and swallowed 
dryly. I remembered how she used to ride me on her back 
as a little girl. We played like she was my doggie. It 
was fun. Those days seem a million
miles away tonight.

Mom put her arm on my shoulder,  but instead of killing 
me on the spot, she guided me firmly toward down the 
hall to my room.

"March." She ordered.

And I did.

No matter how I rebelled, with a single word suddenly 
she was * Mommy * all over again. I swallowed my anger 
and was both humiliated and relieved to lose this 
round! As we entered my room, I sighed.  It * was *  a 
mess!  I wanted to cry as more anger  and shame boiled 
inside me. Also butterflies. Always those damned
butterflies!

Mom led me over to pile of blouses in the corner. She 
picked up a half - eaten piece of pizza, and held it to 
my face, saying nothing!

It was gross!  I looked away, embarrassed.

" Okay....forget Tina. Could I just go to a movie with 
Sandra from down the street? Or could your just drop me 
at the mall? " I pathetically whispered

Mom's face softened for a moment.

Mother shook her head in exasperation. "Jesus honey- 
What's so god damned awful about picking up after 
yourself once in a blue moon?".

"I dunno..."  I shrugged.

She sighed.

Mother picked up a blouse. A stupid orange one with 
silly little frills that made me look like I was about 
nine years old!  We both knew I was too small to fit 
into anymore. It was part of the punishment.

"C'mon. I need to go through this stuff so I know what 
to send to the thrift. Amanda - Try it on."

"Uh huh." I stammered as my humiliation and anger 
smoldered.

"You've already got  3 weeks of grounding. You want to 
try for 4 ?" she frowned.

"It's too small..." I said folding my arms defiantly.

This whole thing was a crock! 3 weeks was totally 
outrageous and unfair! Mom was using her position to 
bully me! Mom sure as heck didn't speak to Tina and she 
was - what - only four years older??? The more I 
remembered how mother was on her knees to Tina less 
that 24 hours  ago, the more pissed off I got!

"Well...?" mom handed me the orange blouses.  I let it 
drop to the floor.

"...no." I said.

" * Excuse me ? * "  she asked eyes wide.

"You heard me." I said chin trust in the air.

"Amanda Bensen - I'm giving you FIVE seconds to get on 
your hands and knees and fetch that fucking blouse and 
squeeze in over that skinny little body of yours!!!" 
her voice was shaking with anger!

"...one."

Wow. The F word. This was serious - Mom never used that 
sucker!

"...two."

I was insanely excited and scared beyond my wildest 
dreams. Did Tina challenge mother this way? Is that how 
their weird relationship started?

"...three."

Or was I a dumb little girl just fooling myself with 
dreams of challenging mommy , and I was in the deepest 
crap-o-la of my fourteen year old life!!!

"...four."

Well, I'd soon find out! I picked up a can of cherry 
red soda next to the dresser that had a few drops left. 
I got ready to pour it on the blouse and white carpet 
beneath!

Mother's eyes went wide, and I felt a rush of power! 
Was I like Tina now mommy ? I smugly wondered to 
myself!

"If you even stain * one inch * of this carpet - try 
grounded for 2 months." Mom said in a suddenly quiet 
voice that scared me more than her angry one.

I slowly tilted the soda can closer to pouring, eyeing 
her carefully.

"Don't you  * dare *  little miss!" Mom whispered 
menacingly.

I paused. She really meant it -

Okay...but I couldn't lose face. Not completely. I 
turned the can upright saving her precious carpet.

"Okay, you win......* Debbie *." I winked.

"Whaaaaa ?" her eyes narrowed and I dug myself in 
deeper.

"Oh - I guess you only like to hear that name...when 
your on your knees." I said, instantly blushing like 
mad.

Mom just looked at me, dumbfounded. She couldn't 
believe what I had said, and neither could I, to tell 
the truth. It just sort of...slipped out!  The excited 
feeling in the pit of my stomach was spreading all over 
my body now.

" That's right... I saw you two yesterday... "

" But Amy, " Mom said, unable to meet my gaze, her 
breath growing deeper.

" Shhhhhh...." I said putting my fingers to my mouth, 
trying to sound calm. I then pointed to the floor. The 
room grew quiet as mom's nostrils flared and she her 
eyes avoided mine. She was trembling and breathing 
quite loudly.

" ...where does little Debbie belong?"  I whispered in 
a raspy voice.

What was I saying ?  I waited for mom to just tell me 
off and really blister my ass for even speaking to her 
like this!!!.

But she didn't. Instead Mom just slowly began to sink 
down to her knees before me. "

I just stared in awe.

I couldn't believe she actually doing it!

Here was my own Mom,  embarrassing  * both of us * like 
this by .... by....

....it was freaking me out!

My head started spinning and I suddenly wanted to throw 
up as the reality started to hit me! I felt anger 
bubbling up inside as I stood there full of fear and 
self loathing looking at her down there like that, and 
to my utter surprise...

...I SLAPPED HER across the face causing her eyes to 
flutter open in humiliation and shame!

I bolted into the bathroom and slammed the door, 
turning off the lights!  I striped off my jeans and 
undies and threw them angrily in the hamper. I could 
feel that In the confusion I had pee peed my  panties! 
Soon I heard Mom slump against the door pleading and 
begging for me to open it, but I covered my ears and 
sank to the floor in the darkness.  Exhuasted, I soon 
fell asleep.

I awoke up again in the middle of the night. I could 
hear mom snoring outside the door.  I felt waves of 
embarrassment, excitement and humiliation wash over me! 
I could feel the tingly butterflies down in my crotch. 
I curled up on the cold tile floor in the bathroom,  
naked from the waste down, wearing only my stupid 
little shirt.

In the darkness...I let my fingers drift down.

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Look for part 3 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
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Co-authored by Orestes
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