Date: Mon, 4 Mar 2013 19:06:17 -0800 (PST)
From: Jane Parks <janeparkshot@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bank Mommy

Bank Mommy

Jane Parks

(F/f, F/Ff, Humil.)

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Jenny has been a very good little girl.  And
very good little girls get stories.

Lisa was caught red-handed.  Why did these
things always have to happen to her?

She was only doing what Ms. Heard had
instructed her to do.  Ms. Heard, her boss at
her brand new job at the bank, had explicitly
told her earlier this afternoon to; "be sure
to hand wash and dry my panties when you get
home, Lisa stupid.  Bring them in all fresh
and ready tomorrow afternoon when you come to
work."

She was only following Ms. Heard's
instructions when her mother caught her hand
washing the older woman's panties in the
bathroom sink that evening.  Why was her
mother always showing up at just the wrong
time?

"What are you doing, Lisa?"

Sylvia, Lisa's mother was standing in the
bathroom doorway, hands on hips, a sour scowl
on her face.

Lisa jumped at the sound and sight of her
clearly disapproving mother.

"Just washing my panties in the sink, Mom,"
Lisa said as diffidently as she could.

Sylvia looked daggers at her daughter.

"Hold them up, Lisa," Sylvia said in a harsh
voice.

"Go on.  Hold them up."

Holding up the wet, soapy panties for her
mother's inspection was the absolute last
thing in this world that Lisa wanted to do.
Because, when she did, it was going to be
obvious to her mother that these were not her
panties at all.  Lisa wore plain little girl
pastel cotton panties with happy face prints
or tiny stars on them, and the ones she was
washing now were black lycra big girl thong
panties and very sexy.  So Lisa just stood
there at the sink, holding Ms. Heard's panties
under the sudsy water, praying ardently that
her mother would just get disgusted and leave
her to finish her humiliating task.

But Sylvia wasn't having any.

"I said, hold them up, you stupid girl.

You're obviously hiding something, and I want
to know what it is right now."

Sylvia's tone of voice left no room for doubt
in Lisa's frantic mind.  As though she were
hypnotized, the young teen girl slowly lifted
the soaking, sudsy panties out of the sink and
held them up to her mother's glaring
inspection.  Sylvia's mouth opened and a
little growl escaped from between her lips.

"What's going on, you stupid girl?  Those are
obviously *not* your panties.  Did you steal a
pair of mine to do something sick with and now
you're trying to get rid of the evidence.

That's just the kind of nasty, slutty thing
you're capable of.  Hand them here."

Lisa was almost immobile with fright at her
mother's anger.  She closed her eyes tight and
handed the dripping panties to her mother, who
snatched them out of her hand.

"These aren't mine.  Where did you get them?
I bet you stole them from the hamper of one of
my friends when we went visiting.  Who was it
you stupid, sick little freak."

Lisa began crying.

"No, Mommy.  I didn't steal them.  I promise."

Sylvia glared down at her cringing daughter.

"Well, if you didn't steal them, then where
did you get them?  Did that slut Gracie you
hang out with give them to you?  I know she's
a nasty little homo.  I bet one of her adult
"girlfriends" gave them to her after one of
their dirty little homo sessions together, and
she passed them on to you to do something
nasty with.  Is that it, you sick little
slut?"

By now, Lisa was sobbing almost hysterically.
"No, Mommy.  No. Gracie didn't give them to
me.  Please, Mommy.  Please."

Sylvia leaned into the room and slapped Lisa
hard right in the face.

SLAP.

Lisa cried out and slowly sank to the bathroom
floor, her arms over her head waiting for the
inevitable beating that was sure to follow.
Sylvia towered over her totally freaked out
daughter.

"WHERE DID YOU GET THOSE PANTIES, YOU STUPID
LITTLE GIRL?"

Lisa could hold back no longer.

"Ms. Heard gave them to me.  She said I had to
wash them, and dry them, and bring them back
to her tomorrow afternoon all fresh and ready.
She said, Mommy.  She said.  I have to do what
she said.  Please."

Sylvia just stood there a minute, trying her
very best to understand what her cringing
daughter was telling her.  She knew that Lisa
was too scared to lie about anything when she
was like this.  Who was this Ms. Heard,
anyway?  And why had she instructed Lisa to
wash out her dirty panties and return them to
her all dry and fresh."

Finally, Sylvia forced herself to calm down
and ask, "Who is Ms. Heard?"

Hearing the name of her new boss, Lisa began
sobbing all over again, and Sylvia had to slap
her a couple more times to make the hysterics
go away.

Finally, Lisa calmed herself down enough to
tell the tale.

"Ms. Heard works at the bank.  The Berkshire
Bank over on Greene Street. She is the manager
of the bank."

Sylvia was more confused than before.

"What bank, you silly girl?"

Lisa could see that her mother had traded her
anger for simple curiosity, so the young girl
felt that she might be able to explain it all
to her, now.

"The Berkshire Bank on Greene Street.  The
bank where I start work tomorrow."

Sylvia leaned against the doorjamb and looked
as if she were now totally confused.

"The bank where you start work.  But you're
just a girl.  You're still in school.  What
bank would hire you?  Especially since your
grades clearly indicate you're not fit to hold
down any kind of a real job."

Lisa cringed at her mother's cruel words.

Although she didn't want to admit to her
mother the reason why she had to have a job,
she could see no way around it.

"Mommy, I have to have a job.  I have to pay
back the money I spent off your credit card.
Gracie found me the job at Ms. Heard's bank.
And I start tomorrow afternoon.  And Ms. Heard
said I had to give her her panties back all
clean and dry and fresh by tomorrow
afternoon."

By now Lisa was whining, pleading with her
mother to just drop it.  But Sylvia wasn't
about to drop anything.  She had most
definitely heard the bit about the credit card
and that diverted her anger into yet another
course.

"So, you used my credit card, huh, missy.  You
stole it out of my desk drawer and ran up some
charges.  Didn't you? Did you max it out, you
stupid girl?"

Lisa lowered her head in shame.  Sylvia knew
full well just what that meant.

"Yes, Mommy."

SLAP, SLAP.

"You stupid little bitch," Sylvia screamed as
she continued slapping her daughter.

"I *knew* I hadn't been getting my statements
recently.  You were stealing them out of the
mail box so I wouldn't see the charges.

Weren't you, you stupid little girl?"

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP

Lisa crouched on all fours way in the corner
of the bathroom while her mother continued to
slap her until her hand finally got tired.
After a while Lisa got up enough courage to
raise her heed.

"Yes, Mommy.  I did.  But it was going to be
OK, Mommy.  Gracie found me a job at the bank,
and I'll be able to pay it all back.  I
promise."

God, why couldn't her mother just let it go
for once in her life?

Sylvia sat down on the floor beside her
cringing daughter.

"I knew you were a stupid little cow, Lisa.
But this really takes the cake."

Lisa started whining all over again.

"But Mommy, I told Gracie I needed a job
really, really bad so I could pay back the
money I charged.  I thought you would be happy
that I was trying to pay you back."

Lisa began to sniffle in a way that Sylvia
found really disgusting.

"See, Gracie has this job at the Berkshire
Bank, She loads the ATM's and does other gofer
stuff they tell her.  She's been doing it part
time since the spring.  But now, with school
out, she can work full time.  And Ms. Heard
the manager made Gracie a teller trainee.  So
that meant that her old gofer job was open.
Gracie set up the interview between me and Ms.
Heard and I went over there this afternoon.
And I got the job."

Lisa practically shouted out the last
sentence.  Despite her fear and the pain of
her mother's beating, the young teen girl was
actually quite proud that she had landed the
bank job; never mind how she had landed it.
Despite herself, Sylvia did feel a little pang
of surprised pride that her otherwise stupid
daughter had actually convinced someone to
hire her for a real job, even a gofer job.
But then she remembered the soggy panties she
had balled up inside her fist.  She held them
out right in front of Lisa's face.

"But what about these panties, you stupid
little girl."

Lisa ducked her head again and began to
whisper.

"Well, Mommy.  Gracie told me on the phone
before the interview that Ms. Heard would only
hire me if she really liked me.

Sylvia snorted.  She knew exactly what that
meant, especially coming from Gracie.

"So, your new boss has a "thing" for
attractive young girls.  Does she.  Well,
Lisa, you aren't the brightest bulb on the
tree, but you are an attractive little hussy.
I'll grant you that.  Some old dyke that liked
young girls like Gracie would probably like
you as well."

Lisa practically swooned at Sylvia's left-
handed complement.  She had never known that
her mother found her in the least bit
attractive.  This was a real surprise.  She
almost wanted to hug her mother in thanks.

But she knew her place and stayed still.

"And I've seen the way you and that lesbo slut
Gracie eye each other when you think I'm not
looking.  I bet the thought of you turning
this old fruitcake on to get a job made you
all hot and bothered, yourself.  You're just
that kind of a sick little slut.  Especially
since you already know that you will never be
able to get anywhere in this world if what's
required is brains."

Lisa lowered her head even further.  Nothing
like a mother who thinks you're both stupid
and deviant to boost a girl's self-confidence.
"Yeah, Lisa stupid.  I bet you thought you
could dance right in there looking all sexy
and slutty, showing off your sweet little body
to that old dyke, and dance right out with a
nice cushy job.  Didn't you?"

Lisa blushed.  Because that's exactly what she
had thought she could do.  Tease Ms. Heard
with her tuff young body showcased in a sexy
short summer outfit and come out with an easy
job that earned her enough to repay her mother
for maxing out her charge card.  Gracie had
told her that Ms. Heard liked to "touch" her
little girl employees from time to time.  But
Lisa wasn't worried at all about some old
woman feeling her up.  So long as she could
prove to her mother that she was clever enough
to get and keep a real paying job.  That was
all that counted with Lisa.

Besides, Lisa had to admit that the thought of
having an older woman lusting after her fine
young body did intrigue her to the point of
making her little panties wet.  Lisa knew that
she was more than just a bit attractive in a
little Lolita waif sort of way.  She had a
cute face with doe eyes, long brown hair that
reached below her shoulders, small but well
formed breasts, a flat tummy, a tight little
bubble butt, and long, well-muscled legs.
That combo ought to get her the job if she
played her cards right.

And besides, Lisa really, really needed this
job.

Lisa looked at her mother with clear eyes for
the first time since this all started.

"Yes, Mommy.  That's just what I thought.

Sylvia smiled.

"Well, if that isn't the stupidest idea you
ever had in your whole stupid life, I don't
know what is."

Lisa was crestfallen once again; stung to the
quick by her mother's heartless words.   What
she didn't notice was her mother
surreptitiously crossing her legs as she sat
on the bathroom floor beside her.  At some
level, Sylvia was beginning to become secretly
aroused by the thought of her daughter snaking
some old lesbo out of a job.  She knew her
daughter wasn't bright enough to get a job in
the normal way.  But Lisa might just be sexy
enough and slutty enough to get one in a
slutty way.  Sylvia began looking at Lisa in a
brand new light.  And wondering.

"So why these?  Why are you having to wash out
this old dyke's panties for her?"

Sylvia's penetrating question snapped Lisa
right back to her interview in Ms. Heard's
private office earlier that day.  The young
teen girl recalled her first impression of Ms.
Heard as a tall, slightly chubby woman with
large breasts and curvy hips.  The bank
manager had a commanding air about her that
was accentuated by her somber business dress.
When Ms. Heard welcomed Lisa into her office,
there was an overlay of sternness about her
demeanor that Lisa found disconcerting and
peculiarly arousing all at the same time.  It
was easy to see why Ms. Heard was the manager
of the bank.  She dominated the office and all
who were in it.  Lisa blushed right in front
of Ms. Heard when she realized that the slutty
summer outfit she had worn to entice the older
woman only made her look vulnerable and
desperate for the proffered job.  And that
realization made Lisa's little slit itch.  She
*was* vulnerable and desperate.  Would Ms.
Heard sense that about her?  Would she be
domineering with her?

Lisa remembered Ms. Heard smirking at her as
she caught the young girl's anxious,
embarrassed glance.

"Lisa," Ms. Heard asked quietly but firmly.

"Do you find me attractive?"

Lisa remembered feeling as if she wanted to
run away from Ms. Heard before it was too
late.  But she just knew she would never get
another job opportunity like this one, and she
needed the money to pay off her mom's charge
card.  Facing the known quantity of her
mother's wrath and denigration was so much
worse to Lisa than anything Ms. Heard could
possibly think of.  Wasn't it?

So Lisa swallowed hard and told Ms. Heard that
she did find her attractive.  And as the words
were coming out of Lisa's mouth, she realized
that she wasn't lying.  Ms. Heard's
domineering manner *was* her attraction to
this lost little girl whose mother had always
told her how worthless she was.

Maybe Ms. Heard could give some purpose to Lisa's
useless little life that would prove how wrong
her mother had been all these years about her.
Maybe she would do that.  Maybe.

Lisa remembered closing the office door behind
her and walking over to Ms. Heard's desk.  She
remembered the older woman chuckling to
herself and nonchalantly feeling her up while
she smirked her knowing little smirk up at the
girl.  The bank manager had figured Lisa
completely out in less than five minutes.  She
knew things about the young girl that Lisa
didn't even know about herself.  But the older
woman was going to see to it that this
obviously diffident and tentative little girl
found out all about herself.

Ms. Heard told Lisa that she knew how badly the young girl
needed the job and made her confess that it
was true while allowing her taunting hands to
take all sorts of liberties with the young
girl's body.  When Lisa didn't resist, Ms.
Heard asked her whether she wanted to be one
of Ms. Heard's nasty little girl hand puppets.
And the older woman suited her actions to her
words by sliding her commanding hand all the
way to the very top of Lisa's inner thigh and
resting her thumb against the puffy moist
lips.  Lisa gulped and said she *did* want to
be one of the bank manager's little girl hand
puppets just as Ms. Heard's exploring fingers
found how wet her wicked words were making the
young girl.  Ms. Heard chuckled when she felt
Lisa's sticky wetness soaking through her
panties.

Then, she made fun of Lisa for being
so slutty wet and told the young girl to reach
under her skirt and remove her soppy panties
without delay.  Remembering, Lisa felt just as
stupid as ever her mother accused her of
being.  Falling under this older woman's sick,
domineering spell was the epitome of
stupidity.  Wasn't it?

Knowing just how stupid she was being, Lisa
did exactly as she was told, her cheeks
burning with humiliation and embarrassment.

Then to add stupidity to stupidity, Lisa just
stood there holding her squishy panties in her
hand, not knowing what she was supposed to do
with them, until Ms. Heard took them from her
and dropped them into her desk drawer as a
memento of her latest conquest.  Ms. Heard had
shaken her head sadly, as if to say, 'bless
her heart; she's just too stupid to know what
to do.'  Lisa remembered feeling like Ms.
Heard had formed the same low opinion of her
as her mother had.  Dumb as a box of dull
rocks.

Lisa remembered that, from then on till the
end of the interview, Ms. Heard just kept
referring to her as 'Lisa stupid.'  She called
the young girl that name as she took a fresh
pair of her own panties from another desk
drawer and tugged them slowly up Lisa's smooth
legs and patted the thong home against her
tight little naked butt.  She said 'Lisa
stupid' as she began feeling her up right
through the fresh panties.  She laughed at
'Lisa stupid' when she discovered that her
lascivious fondling was making the young girl
need to pee in the worst way.  She smirked and
taunted 'Lisa stupid' as she pulled her fresh
panties back down to her knees and made the
girl pee into a metal wastebasket.

While 'Lisa stupid' peed just like the vapid little
cow she was, Ms. Heard invaded her tight,
soppy canal with her thumb and began frigging
her little G spot.  While 'Lisa stupid'
continued to pee, Ms. Heard leaned over and
whispered all sorts of nasty, sick things into
her ear about all the nasty, sick things she
was going to make the young girl do to her.

When Lisa had finally peed herself out, she
knew for an absolute fact that Ms. Heard was
right to refer to her as 'Lisa stupid.'  Just
like her mom did.  And Lisa also knew that
every time Ms. Heard said 'Lisa stupid,' her
little puss itched and burned even more than
before.

Then Lisa remembered how Ms. Heard had not
been satisfied with just humiliating her by
making her pee.  The cruel bank manager had
also continued to masturbate the young girl.

Lisa didn't want to surrender to this last
indignity and she fought down her growing
desire to cum.  She didn't want to give Ms.
Heard the satisfaction of making her orgasm.
Despite Lisa's best efforts to prevent it,
however, Ms. Heard finally drew the young girl
into a mind-boggling climax.  Lisa was crying
bitter tears of utter humiliation even as her
pussy was spasming and coating Ms. Heard's
tormenting fingers with hot little girl
secretions.

Lisa remembered finally coming back to herself
all cuddled up in Ms. Heard's strong arms; the
older woman's hands absentmindedly playing
with her malleable young body.  She remembered
how truly embarrassed she was when Ms. Heard
pointed out to her the fact that she had
gotten some of her pee on the bank manager's
panties, despite her best efforts to keep them
fresh.  Lisa remembered that Ms. Heard had
commended 'Lisa stupid' for being such an
obedient little subby girl, and she had told
Lisa that the gofer job was hers.

Lisa's profound relief at having won the job was
marred, however, by Ms. Heard's derisive
little chuckle and admonition to make sure her
soiled panties were clean and dry and fresh by
the next day's schedule when she came to work.
As she sat there cringing on the bathroom
floor, Lisa remembered.  And as she
remembered, she confessed to her mother
everything she remembered.  Sometimes, Lisa
cried while she was confessing.  Sometimes,
she just stared off into space as if she were
recounting things that had happened to another
person entirely.

She was too caught up in her sordid little
confession to note the subtle changes her
words were causing in her mother.  As Sylvia
listened to her daughter's salacious recital,
she began to wonder.  What kind of woman was
this Ms. Heard anyway?  How had she been so
immediately prescient about Lisa's submissive
nature and low self esteem?  Why did such a
domineering personality as Ms. Heard possessed
fixate on subduing, molesting, and controlling
attractive young girls?  Could Ms. Heard also
be salaciously interested in older women?

Women like her?

As Sylvia wondered, she determined to keep her
wonderings to herself.  She would continue to
exude an air of bold self-confidence and
righteous anger at how her poor, stupid
daughter had been mistreated by this harridan
dyke.  She would confront this Ms. Heard first
thing in the morning and give the old bitch a
good piece of her mind for molesting her
daughter.

"Well, Lisa.  You certainly proved to me just
how stupid you can be by getting yourself into
such a sordid mess," Sylvia spat out the
words, even as the deepest, darkest recesses
of her mind continued to wonder.

"First thing tomorrow, you and I are going to
march into this Ms. Heard's office and demand
an apology for how shamefully she treated you.
It's disgusting and sick the things she did to
you and made you do.  And as your mother, I'm
not going to stand for it."

Lisa was sure from the sound of her mother's
words that she was in big trouble.  She waited
stoically for the hand slapping or paddling
that she was sure would follow.  But the young
girl was taken aback when her mother merely
got up off the floor, and even more shocked
when Sylvia actually offered her a hand up.
As Lisa pulled herself up off the floor, she
felt Ms. Heard's soggy panties in her mother's
hand.

"Here, Lisa.  Go ahead and wash and dry these
for the old bitch.  Just like she told you to.
I'll fling them in her face when we see her
tomorrow, and they might as well be clean,
dry, and fresh for her."

Lisa was dumbfounded as she took the black
thong panties from her mother's hand and did
as she was told.  No beating?  And now her
mother was telling her to obey Ms. Heard?
Lisa began doing a little wondering of her
own.

Nothing more was said about Lisa's interview
all during dinner and on up until the young
girl's bedtime.  In fact, for the first time
in a long while, Sylvia was actually nice to
her daughter.  She prepared Lisa's favorite
dinner and served it to her on a TV tray so
she could watch her favorite show and eat all
at the same time.  And, after dinner, Sylvia
cleaned up and washed the dishes herself.  She
didn't even mention clean up to Lisa, who knew
that all the after dinner chores had been
delegated to her for years now.  All this made
Lisa curious enough to continue wondering.
What had changed in her relationship with her
mother?  What was going on?

Though she had to admit to herself that her
mother was probably right about her lack of
brain power, Lisa had enough common sense not
to look a gift horse in the mouth.  By the
time bedtime rolled around, the young girl
felt more relaxed inside her own home than she
had in years.  And she slept surprisingly
well.  So well, in fact, that she didn't hear
the wanton little noises her mother was making
in her bedroom late that night.  If she had
heard them, Lisa would have done even more
wondering than she already had done.

Mother and daughter woke next morning and
proceeded to get ready for the big
confrontation with Ms. Heard.  Sylvia called
in at work and got permission to take the
morning off for "personal business."  She
didn't seem particularly angry to Lisa as the
two sat in the kitchen and ate breakfast
together.  In fact, Sylvia seemed almost
chipper to Lisa as they munched their cereal.
What was going on, anyway?

Lisa was conflicted in her mind as she got
herself dressed in an outfit that was much
less flattering than the one she had worn the
day before.  She knew better than to try her
slutty Lolita look today.  On the one hand,
Lisa was surprised and gratified that her
mother was sticking up for her, no matter the
reason.  She could not remember a time when
Sylvia had actually come to her defense or had
said a praiseworthy word to her.  So, that
side was happy.  But the other side dreaded
the knock down, drag out battle that she was
sure would be the consequence of her mother's
meeting with Ms. Heard.  The bank manager
didn't strike Lisa as the kind of woman who
would take much backtalk from anyone, no
matter the circumstances.  And Sylvia was such
a vile-tempered bully herself that Lisa was
certain that she wasn't going to be put off
once her ire was up.  So, as mother and
daughter piled into the car for the short ride
over to the bank, Lisa was in a dither.  She
could see a major trainwreck coming and she
found herself right in the middle of it.

Lisa was too caught up in her own worries to
notice that her mother had chosen an ensemble
to wear to the bank that was rather out of
character with her normal business dress.  For
one thing, Sylvia had neglected to wear a bra,
and her ample breasts pressed rather
revealingly against the thin material of her
blouse.  For another, Lisa's mother had
decided against wearing stockings or pantyhose
and her long legs were bare under her rather
abbreviated skirt.  Had Lisa been in a
position to notice, she would have seen that
her mother's skirt hem rode well above the
knee as she drove along.  And had Lisa been
gifted with x-ray vision, she would have seen
that her mother wasn't wearing any panties,
either.  But, as I said, Lisa was too focused
on the horrible confrontation she foresaw to
notice anything except how close they were to
the bank.

When they got to the bank, Lisa was surprised
at how easy it was for her and her mother to
get in to see Ms. Heard.  It was as if the
bank manager had been expecting them.  the
older woman had already opened her office door
to welcome Lisa and Sylvia before they even
got there.  Just like the day before, Ms.
Heard was dressed in a severely tailored
business suit that accentuated her full
figure.  She actually smiled as she closed the
office door behind her visitors.  Or did she
merely smirk?

"You must be Lisa's mother.  Sylvia Railey,
isn't it?"

Sylvia stood there in the middle of Ms.
Heard's office totally confused by the older
woman's calm, cheerful demeanor.  Forgotten
for the moment was the pair of Ms. Heard's
panties that Sylvia had balled up in her hand
in preparation for throwing them in the older
woman's face.

"Yes, I'm Sylvia Railey, and I'm Lisa's
mother.  How did you know my name?"

Ms. Heard sat down gracefully behind her desk
and smiled.

"Why someone as bright as you are, Sylvia,
should have figured out that I would know your
name.  After all, your stupid little daughter
had to fill out an employment form listing all
sorts of information.  Surely "mother's name"
was going to be one of the things applicants
for jobs at this bank would be required to
provide.  Wouldn't you think?"

Sylvia heard the words and did feel a bit
backward for not having figured out something
so basic as how Ms. Heard would know her name.
Ms. Heard continued as if she had not been
interrupted.

"Yes, dear.  And I believe that you are the
same Sylvia Railey who is the head accountant
for Brook and Fitts.  Your company has that
nice new office building down town.  Don't
you.  My bank does a good bit of business with
your company.  Doesn't it, dear?"

Sylvia was taken even further aback by Ms.
Heard's latest revelation about her.  Had the
woman done some sort of background check on
her?  And Ms. Heard had been quick to remind
Sylvia that Berkshire Bank was her company's
major client.  What was that all about?
Well?  Aren't you *that* Sylvia Railey?"

Lisa watched as her mother took a step back
and bumped into the closed office door.  What
was going on now?  Why wasn't Sylvia tearing
into Ms. Heard for the horrible way she had
treated Lisa yesterday?  Wasn't that why they
were here?

Mother and daughter were caught even more off
balance when Ms. Heard asked her next
question.

"What do you have in your hand, Sylvia?"

Sylvia looked down at the black thong panties
she held so tightly in her hand as if this was
the very first time in her life that she had
seen them.

"Are those my panties you have clutched in
your hand, Sylvia?"

Sylvia reacted to Ms. Heard's accusatory tone
of voice by lowering her head slightly.  She
tried to speak, but no words would form.
Sylvia could feel a little trickle running
down her leg, but she couldn't tell whether it
was a dribble of pee or something else
entirely.  Getting no response, Ms. Heard
turned to Lisa.

"Lisa stupid, are those my panties your mother
has in her hand?"

Lisa gulped.

"Yes, Ms. Heard.  They are the ones you made
me wear yesterday."

Ms. Heard  grew very stern.

"I already know that, you stupid little girl.
Did you wash them and dry them and make them
all fresh for me like I told you to do?"

Lisa was getting weak kneed just like
yesterday.

"Yes, Ms. Heard.  I washed them and dried them
and made them all fresh for you just like you
told me to."

Ms. Heard rounded on Sylvia.

"Why do you have my nice fresh panties all
balled up in your sweaty hand, Sylvia.  For
someone as bright as you claim to be, you
certainly are stupid to think that I wouldn't
notice how badly you're treating my property."

Sylvia tried her best to rally.  She knew she
should be yelling at Ms. Heard because of the
way the bank manager had molested Lisa
yesterday.  She should be yelling at her for
talking to her this way today.  Now, she was
the one being yelled at.  Why couldn't she
seem to fight back.  Sylvia felt a burning
itch growing hotter and itchier deep inside
her.  All the sick, wanton wondering she had
done late last night came flooding back into
her brain.  Why was she allowing this woman to
talk to her this way?  Why was her slit
beginning to itch really bad and her nipples
harden?  She could feel how turgid her nips
were as they pressed against the material of
her blouse.  Had Ms. Heard noticed that
Sylvia's nipples were becoming erect?  Did she
hope so?

Ms. Heard glared at Sylvia from across the
room.

"Well, Sylvia.  You certainly should be bright
enough by now to know what you should do with
my panties.  Being the head accountant at
Brook and Fitts and all.  Can't you figure it
out, yet.?"

Sylvia just stood there in the middle of Ms.
Heard's office, not knowing at all what she
was supposed to do next.  Part of her still
wanted to throw the panties in Ms. Heard's
face and storm out of her office dragging Lisa
behind her.  But another part, the wondering
part, the hungry part, the sick part, wanted
to just stay still and find out what Ms. Heard
thought she should do.

Ms. Heard smirked at Sylvia and slid her chair
out from behind her desk.

"Here, Sylvia stupid.  I'll help you figure it
out."
So saying, Ms. Heard stepped out of her black
leather flats and raised her bare feet off the
carpet.  Then she deliberately plucked at the
hem of her dark wool skirt and slowly slid it
up her well-muscled thighs.  Sylvia's eyes
followed Ms. Heard's hands until the skirt was
bunched up around the older woman's waist.

Then, when Ms. Heard sensed that she had
Sylvia's full attention, the bank manager
allowed her thighs to open just enough to show
Lisa's mother that she wasn't wearing any
panties.

"I bet Lisa stupid would know what to do now
if she had a pair of my panties in her hand.
Does Sylvia stupid know what to do, or does
Ms. Heard have to tell her?"

Sylvia glanced anxiously over at Ms. Heard and
began licking her lips unconsciously.  Her
brain was a maelstrom of conflict.  A
desperate tide of decisiveness and strength
was crashing against the rocks of her mind.
That tide pressed Sylvia to re-assert herself
before it was too late.  But the tide of
decisiveness and strength was slowly but
surely washing out to sea, and a new tide was
replacing it.  Sylvia could feel the onslaught
of this new tide.  A tide that was being
focused deep inside her body.  A tide that was
swirling around her inside her loins.  A tide
that was compelling her pussy to burn and
itch.  A tide that made Sylvia begin to pray
ardently that Ms. Heard would continue calling
her 'Sylvia stupid'.

Ms. Heard spread her legs even further, making
her demand crystal clear, even to Sylvia.

"Lisa stupid, why don't you help your Mommy.
She doesn't seem to know what she should do
next."

Obediently, Lisa stepped back until she stood
right beside her transfixed mother.  Then, the
young girl reached out her hand, took Sylvia's
wrist, and led her toward Ms. Heard's desk.
Sylvia moved as if her shoes were filled with
lead.  But Lisa was firm with her mother.

Lisa knew what was expected.  It was so
obvious.  Why couldn't her mom figure it out.
Even 'Lisa stupid' understood what came next.
When she had led her mother to a place right
beside the desk, Lisa knelt down on the carpet
and pulled her mother down beside her.

"Put her panties on her, Mommy," the young
girl stage whispered to her mother.

"That's what you're supposed to do.  That's
what she wants."

Sylvia glanced over at Lisa, a look of
sheerest gratitude all over her face.  Lisa
knew what came next.  Lisa would help her.
Lisa would tell her what to do.  How could she
have ever thought that her daughter was
stupid?  Lisa understood everything.  Lisa was
smart.  It was Sylvia herself that was the
stupid one after all.  But it was going to be
OK.  Lisa would help her mother.  She would
make sure that Sylvia did what she was
supposed to do from now on.

Sylvia breathed a great sigh of unalloyed
relief as she tentatively reached her hands
out to slide the black, thong panties over Ms.
Heard's outstretched feet.  Sylvia looked up
prayerfully toward Ms. Heard's face and saw
the bank manager smiling beatifically down at
her and nodding 'yes.'

God what a relief.

Sylvia didn't ever have to figure anything out
ever again from now on.  Lisa would do all her
figuring for her.  Lisa and Ms. Heard.

Once the sheer Lycra panties had slid past Ms.
Heard's bare ankles, Lisa reached out her own
hands and guided her mother as she slowly slid
the panties up the smooth calves.

"She likes for you to touch her legs when you
put on her panties, Mommy."

Sylvia complied willingly, but looked over at
her daughter, a question written on her face.
"How do you know, Lisa?"

Lisa smiled serenely at her mother, then up at
a beaming Ms. Heard who looked from her
exalted, beatified place of honor down at her
two sweet mother and daughter subbys.

"I just figured it out all by myself, Mommy."
Sylvia looked startled.

"You did?"

Lisa was glowing with pride.

"Un huh."

Now the pride was on Sylvia's face.  Her
daughter was smart.  She could figure things
out.

For the rest of the morning, Lisa guided her
ecstatic mother through a host of lurid little
services which Ms. Heard found to be both
arousing and thrilling.  The bank manager
rewarded the young girl with many words of
praise and encouragement, especially when
little Lisa figured things out that Ms. Heard
liked without having to be told.

Sometime during the course of the morning, Ms. Heard
called her good friend, the president of Brook
and Fitts, to give her the news that Sylvia
had decided to leave the employ of that fine
firm for a job at the Berkshire Bank; starting
today.  Yes, it seems that Sylvia wanted to be
near her daughter in her new job, and Ms.
Heard had taken pity on the woman by hiring
her on as Lisa's assistant in her gofer job.
Yes, Ms. Heard had to agree with her friend
over at Brook and Fitts that being a gofer's
assistant was a big step down for Sylvia
Railey.  But what was Ms. Heard to do.

It appeared to her from the way that Lisa had to
explain everything she was expected to do  and
demonstrate for her how to do everything ,
that Sylvia wasn't fit for any other kind of
work.  Ms. Heard found Lisa more than apt, but
Sylvia, though clearly willing, had a long
course of training ahead of her.

As Ms. Heard experienced her third exquisite
run of orgasms of the morning brought about by
a delicious mother/daughter tongue tag team,
she leaned back in her desk chair and thought
to herself how munificent she was being;
giving gainful work to someone obviously as
dense as Sylvia Railey was.  And what was even
better was how much more adept Sylvia was
becoming at demonstrating her appreciation of
the opportunity of being Lisa's little gofer
assistant.  Ms. Heard liked a happy staff at
the bank.  It made things go so much more
smoothly.

And much later that day, as she absentmindedly
toyed with the languid naked bodies of her two
new charges,  her subby mother/daughter
bookends, Ms. Heard felt a swell of pride that
she was doing a generous form of community
service by giving useful work to these two:
Lisa stupid and Sylvia stupid.

Who said that community leaders like her couldn't find
something useful for stupids to do?  Who
indeed?

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