Mommy's Little Helper

A mother blames her daughter for the break-up of her
marriage and decides it's time the young girl started
taking on some extra chores. (Ff, ped, 1st-lesbian-
expr, inc, nc, rp)

***

Caroline Thompson had decided that today would be the
day. Shed been waiting too long, holding herself in
check and resisting temptation. Today, at last, shed
start fulfilling her dream.

And what a nasty dream it was!

When Carolines husband left her five years ago,
without a word in the middle of the night, shed 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 childs
father left, Caroline eventually came to blame Chrissy
for taking up so much of her Mothers time, so much of
the attention that should have been spent keeping her
husband happy.

Yes, Caroline thought, its that little bitchs 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 parents 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.
Shed 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, theres no way Chrissy was going to
be getting into a relationship of her own, when shed
messed up her Mothers! 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.

Thats 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 Carolines
little sex-slave.

Mommys little slut.

Caroline first conceived of the idea on Chrissys 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 childs legs. Her resentment of Chrissy was
relatively new at that point, and for an instant shed
thought to herself, "I should let the old pervert have
her. That would show the little brat!"Shocked at the
thought, shed shoved it aside. But that night, shed
found herself remembering her daughters 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 wasnt even in the image anymore.

Now, it was just Caroline, raping her own daughter.

But for three years, Caroline hadnt acted on her
impulses. Shed 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, shed received more
than one proposition while wearing this dress. Shed
toyed with the idea of accepting some of the offers,
but those men werent her man. Her man had left, and
all she had now was Chrissy.

Now dressed to kill, Caroline arranged the props for
this evenings 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. Shell 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. Theyd 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 Moms 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 Moms reply from the
sitting room. Dropping her school bag and kicking off
her shoes, Chrissy went to find her.

"Hey Mom. What're you doing home so early? Are you sick
or, wow! Whats up with you?" Chrissys eyes widened at
the sight of her Mother, seated comfortably in the
Queen Anne chair in the corner. The dimmed lights
accentuated her Mothers 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're you all dressed up for? Are you going
out or something?"

"Come here 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 hadnt been in any trouble at school lately.
Sitting on the couch, she felt a nervous flutter in her
stomach. "Is something wrong, Mom? Im not in trouble
am I?"

"Of course not dear. Its just that... things have
changed recently. Youre 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? Youve always told me Im not
allowed to drink wine!"

"Like I said, youre 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. Its nice, youll like it."

Chrissy did like wine, actually. She and Theresa had
sneaked some one day at Theresas Dads 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 couldnt believe the size of Chrissys chest! Of
course, the girl didnt 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 girls just
developing hips. The low-riding jeans hugged tight on
those hips, and accentuated the round young butt.
Caroline couldnt believe how hot her daughter was, and
couldnt wait to start on the evenings... festivities.

"So Chrissy, its been five years since your father
left, and I think its time we finally acknowledged
that hes 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 its 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 Mommys little helper, are
going to have to take care of for me."

The wine was making Chrissys head spin a bit, and her
mothers words didnt quite seem to get through at
first. "What kind of things, mom?"

"Well, lets just say it's 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 youre 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. Mommys really happy to hear that. Now
come upstairs, and Ill 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 childs 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.

"Ive done it now," thought Caroline. "Ive grabbed my
little girls tit. And I loved it."

Chrissy seemed a little confused as they entered her
mothers 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, Carolines slinky black
dress rode up her hips, and her panty-clad pussy was
only inches from her little girls face.

"Mom, what are you doing!?" Chrissy screamed. The wine
wasnt the only thing making her head spin now. What
was going on?

"Now Chrissy, you said youd help me out with a few
things. Well this is what I need you to do." With that,
she grabbed the girls 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! Whats happening? Why are you tying me up?"

Fastening the other wrist, Caroline replied, "I need to
make sure that youll do what youre told, Chrissy. I
need to make sure youll really be mommys little
helper."

"I will, mom, I promise! I just dont know what you
want me to do!"

"Oh, I think youll figure it out." Caroline spun
around now, still sitting stop her daughter, and leaned
way forward to grapple with the teenagers 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
mothers behind, squarely planted on her chest. The
dress had bunched up around her moms hips, and Chrissy
found herself looking at her mothers tight black
lingerie. It was lacy and revealing, and Chrissy was
surprised to have a fairly clear view of the older
womans privates. Why is she dressed like that to help
do chores? Whats 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 Mommys
been alone since Daddy left, right?" Still unnerved at
being tied up, Chrissy just stared at her mother.
Caroline slid her hand over Chrissys 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, Mommys tired of being alone, little girl. Mommy
needs someone to keep her company at night. And thats
going to be your new chore. Youre now Mommys little
helper, you get it?"

Chrissy was stunned. Her mother couldnt possibly mean
what it sounded like she meant. Chrissy new about sex
what thirteen year old doesnt these days but shed
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 dont know...?"

"Oh, youll find out, dear. Mommys going to start your
lessons right away." As she was talking, Caroline had
begun to gently knead the tit shed just abused. Now
she brought up her other hand, and kneaded both of her
daughters breasts together. She also leaned down a
little further, and forced her lips onto the girls
mouth.

Chrissys 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. Shes
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 Chrissys tits and forced the
kiss on her, she began to grind her crotch down on
Chrissys. 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
dont 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, thats 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."

Chrissys 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 didnt 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 wasnt 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 Chrissys 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
Chrissys leg right up to the hip, where the elastic
leg-band of the young girls 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 couldnt resist the flourish of the unveiling.
Setting the scissors down, she reached down and cupped
Chrissys 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 youngsters 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 daughters
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 daughters 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! Ill do anything you
want. Ill be such a good girl! Mommy, dont 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 youre going
to balance things out."

"What!? Mommy, I dont understand, what do you..." But
Chrissys 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 girls
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?

"Youll learn to like it, baby girl. Youll 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 girls pussy, she
grabbed the panties roughly by the waistband with both
hands and pulled apart until the fabric tore. She
ripped her daughters panties right off her.

Chrissys 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 Carolines own
saliva.

When this began to happen, she put her hands on her
daughters 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 couldnt 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
its done..." Caroline crawled up her daughters body,
once again positioning her self so that her pussy was
only inches from the young girls face, and slipped her
tight little black dress off over her head. "... its
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 daughters mouth.

Chrissy didnt know what to do. If shed 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 girls face. The
musky odour of her mothers 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 Mommys
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 shed been with before marriage had
ever gotten her this excited. It took only a minute for
Chrissys 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
Chrissys chest. With one hand she played with her own
nipple, while with her tongue she began gently flicking
Chrissys little pink nipples by turn. "Mmm... baby.
Youve got such pretty titties. Mommy loves your pretty
little titties just like yours."

After a few minutes of tit-sucking, Caroline reached
down for Chrissys pussy and, running a finger along
the wet slit, looked up into her daughters wide eyes.
"Is my little girl a virgin," the mother asked.

"What? Mommy, please..."

Caroline poked just the tip of her finger inside
Chrissys 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 Chrissys 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 Mommys 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 mothers tone had softened, or because she
now believed her mother wasnt going to cut her with
the scissors, but Chrissy started to feel a new
sensation under the older womans touch. Slowly, her
hips began to twitch in sync with the rhythm of her
mothers hand.

"Yes, Mommy. Nobody but you."

Carolines 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.
Chrissys hips continued to move in kind.

"Do you like that, little girl? Does your Mommys
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 Mommys little helper?
Are you going to take care of Mommy every night?"

"You wont 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 Ill never let anything bad happen to
you." Carolines finger was probing deeper now, and
Chrissys pussy was getting wetter. Her hips began to
buck slightly, really fucking her mothers hand.

There were still tears in her eyes. She was still in
shock, and afraid, and she didnt know what tomorrow
would bring. But as the first orgasm of her young life
rolled through her, she turned her mouth towards her
mothers lips and sighed, "Yes, Mommy."

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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