Date: Tue, 31 Dec 2002 12:44:11 +0000
From: April Peters <seasiren6877@hotmail.com>
Subject: FORBIDDEN NEEDS 2

Forbidden Needs Chapter 2

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"Cheers"

"Cheers" replied Donna as she clinked her glass of gin and tonic against
Susan's.

Both women were laying back on the sofa in the sumptuous living room of
Susan's London flat. Although she was married it belonged to her and had
nothing to do with her husband. Susan presented a welcoming sight to viewers
as she read the news most days of the week. Her attractive trim appearance
gave the impression she was speaking to them personally, her blue
intelligent eyes seemed to see through the camera straight in to theirs.
Donna was delighted when Susan had made a pass at her last year at a party;
ever since then they'd been lovers with constant meetings at Susan's flat.
They met once a week for discreet daytime sessions of lovemaking, both women
had every Wednesday to themselves and made full use of it for their weekly
tryst. Susan studied her friends face sensing a difference in her this week.
She reached over to stroke her hand as she gently probed.

"So how was your week?"

Donna's lips twitched as she smiled, knowing she couldn't hide her
excitement. "Oh not bad." She said casually, trying with a feeble attempt to
hide her glee.

Susan raised her eyebrow knowingly. It could only be something wonderful,
probably something very exciting to make Donna so agitated. The woman was
dying to tell her something quite thrilling; she'd noticed her energised
state as soon as she walked through the door. Knowing Donna, the only thing
that could possibly have such an effect on her had to be sex, and it wasn't
to wild an assumption to work out she'd made a new conquest.

"Who've you been making it with honey bunch?"

"Pardon?" she replied surprised that her friend knew so easily.

Susan's hand slid down to her friend's leg, and caressed its way up her
stockinged thigh. "You know you can share your secret with me." She sighed.
"We never keep anything from each other darling. Do tell honey, you know
it's safe with me." Donna looked away for a moment as she sought for the
right words to tell Susan about her and Brittany, she'd been dying to tell
her ever since she came round. Susan was Donna's soul mate, both were more
than friends and lovers; they were almost like sisters, both fiercely
protective of each other and totally devoted.

"Your right." She bit her lip slightly before she continued. "I know how
much you adore younger girls Susan. It's one of your closely guarded
secrets." Susan gave a long apprising stare as she wondered just what this
was leading up to. Donna knew her liking for young girls, not just young but
pre-teen. It was her secret fantasy to seduce a girl still in nursery
school, that's just how she liked them. Donna had been her only confident,
her secret yearning known only to her because she knew she wouldn't be
appalled as other people would. In fact Donna had found the idea quite
stimulating herself, but never to the extent that Susan had. Her breath
caught in her throat as she waited for her to continue.

"Well, it's happened to me Susan. I'm having a sexual relationship with a
very young girl."

"How young?" She asked hardly trusting her voice.

"Thirteen Susan. In a way I've been having a relationship with her ever
since she was born." She reached out taking Susan's had in hers as she gazed
into her burning eyes. "You see darling I'm her Mother." The effect was
electrifying. Susan's eyes rolled in their sockets as she whispered, "Oh my
God." Her head fell back on the sofa as she stared up at the ceiling. For a
while there was silence almost like the after effects of an explosion, and
in a way it was.

"Have I shocked you."?

"In the enormity of what you're saying I suppose you have. I just need to
take it in, I don't disapprove." She paused and breathed out loudly, letting
a gust of air blow her dark hair away form her forehead. "I'm honoured you
told me. How long...I mean when did you..." She groped.  Donna leaned
forward and kissed her. For the next half an hour she told her everything,
right from the discovery under Brittany's mattress, all that had happened,
how she had felt, what she had done about it, and everything they had done
together since. When she had finished, Susan quietly stood up, took Donna by
the hand and kissed her with a furious passion which showed just how she
felt. "I think it's time we made our way upstairs." She whispered. With that
they began their slow progress to the bedroom. Slow because the two excited
women could only get a few feet further before falling on each other,
kissing passionately and pulling off items of clothing. By the time they
flung the bedroom door open, they were both naked. They threw the silken
covers back and began a session so frantic that both women lost all sense of
time and place as the morning passed into afternoon and shadows began to
fall across the large room.

"It's time I thought about getting back home." Donna sighed as she noted the
changing light seeping over their sweating bodies. "Brittany's due to be
coming home from school soon." She yawned and leaned over to kiss Susan on
the lips. "I'm going to be too tired for any more fun today though. As usual
you've worn me out, and believe me that takes some doing." Susan didn't
respond, her mind was elsewhere for a moment. "Honey, where have you gone,
you're miles away?"  Donna asked looking down at her preoccupied lover.

"Oh." She exhaled as she came out of her reverie and looked up at Donna. "I
was just thinking about Brittany for a moment."

"Yes?" Donna raised her eyebrows slightly.

"You said she's submissive right and she'll do anything you say?"

"That's true." She admitted.

"Well, you know how you've got this thing about golden showers, giving them
I mean...." She continued

"Go on." Donna urged. "You have as well remenber."

"I know. But you have the opportunity of having someone fill those wishes
now. Wouldn't Brittany agree to let you do it with her?"

"I've thought about it," Donna admitted as she lay back to stare at the
white ceiling, "but it's how to ask her. I don't want to put her off by
saying something really clumsy, I'm not sure how to steer the conversation
in the right direction."

"Umm." Susan though for a moment and then sat up and squeezed the other
woman's breast. "I know." She exclaimed. "You don't have to."

"What. But I thought you just said...."

"No listen for a second." She interrupted. It could be an accident. It could
just happen. What happens if you loose control of yourself when you're
sitting on her face and you're having an orgasm? In that position it's got
nowhere else to go except her mouth. Why not just pretend that you've lost
control and peed yourself, then see how she copes. If she really hates it,
well then maybe it isn't going to work out, on the other hand if she doesn't
mind... then maybe you can start training her to be a regular little
toilet." Donna eyes shone as she reached over and kissed her friend, smiling
into her eyes she agreed to try it.



The next few days were hectic at work preparing for the Grand Prix that
Saturday, Donna wasn't getting back home until Saturday night. Fortunately
Amanda's parents Jean and David Dawson were really good about looking after
Brittany, both were some years older than she was, I guess probably in their
early fifties, Amanda being adopted. They assured her they'd love to look
after Brittany, she was a delightful child and besides it would be good
company for their Amanda. As soon as the race ended Donna was on her way
back home driving through the rain for a few days leave and time to spend
with her beautiful daughter. She called at Jean and David's place around ten
that evening and Jean answered the door. Jean was a pleasant faced
attractive woman with shoulder length curly blonde hair and sparkly green
eyes that managed to keep her full figure in good shape. Donna  was glad to
see you could still look good in your fifties if you were lucky, and maybe
worked out a little and resolved to do the same herself when she had to.

"Hi Donna, come in out of the weather." She smiled. "I'll bet you're about
worn out, you look it. Would you like a drink?" Donna must have looked
tired, she certainly felt it and she was more than glad to accept a large
gin and tonic when she put it into her hand. She thanked her as she called
for the children to come down stairs. It took some time for them to answer,
but they finally did. Both were heavily engrossed in one of Amanda's board
games which they were playing on her bedroom floor. "Brittany, it's your
Mum, she's here!" She called. Donna's heart leapt as she heard her call
"Mummy" and rush down the stairs like a tornado to jump into her arms. Donna
lifted her up off the floor and nearly forgot herself by kissing her like a
lover instead of a Mother; instead she gave her a large hug and told her how
much she'd missed her. She put her down on the floor and she wrapped her
arms around her Mother's legs and clung onto her as she thanked Jean for
looking after her.

"Don't worry Donna, it's been a pleasure to have her here, especially with
David working during the evenings so much it's nice to have a houseful of
children to keep me occupied." She said stroking Amanda's hair. Both Mother
and daughter smiled at each other and Donna could see the love in their eyes
as it shone brightly for each other.

She took her own daughter by the hand and led her to the door. "If you ever
need the same just get in touch and I'll be more than happy to look after
Amanda, just let me know Jean."

"Thanks love, I will." she nodded.

The car resounded with excited chatter as Brittany recounted all the things
she and Amanda had done during her three-day stay. She told of the den
they'd built at the bottom of the garden and how they'd used it as a
hideaway for all their adventures, even for picnics with Mrs Dawson bringing
down buns and coke. It had all been such fun she said. Donna smiled inwardly
as she listened to her daughters excited prattle, part of her was glad she'd
had such a good time while she was away, and she was grateful to the
Dawson's for that and yet deep down she was a little upset that Brittany
hadn't spoken of how much she'd missed her yet.

"Mummy, it's been fun but I hope you don't keep going away, please don't."
Brittany's looked up at her Mother, her face suddenly as sad as her quietly
stated entreaty. "I've been thinking of you all the time." She continued.
Donna glanced down from the road for a second the wipers waltzing across the
screen as they swept aside the pattering rain, and her emotions flooded as
she saw the pleading little eyes of the girl she loved twinkling in the dark
of the car.

"I'll try so hard not to darling. Sometimes Mummy has to go away so she can
earn us pennies. We need money to keep our house and give us somewhere to
live. I'm sorry love but sometimes I'm going to have to go away, even if I
don't want to, I'd much rather be at home with my special little girl.
Honey..." she continued driving with one hand as the other took her
daughters hand in hers and gave it a squeeze, "I've missed you too." She let
her breath out in a sudden rush as she thought of how much she'd yearned for
her daughter's childish loving and she glanced down again at her daughter
beautiful lips before fixing her attention back to the glistening road and
the drive home.

The last few days had taken their toll on Donna, it had been a tough work
schedule with long hours of preparation sometimes from dawn to dusk and she
needed her sleep. Unfortunately this meant Brittany being relegated to her
own room for the night and a somewhat disappointing night for Brittany who
had been relishing the thought of spending the night her Mother. As the
dispirited girl made her way to her room Donna followed her up the stairs
and upon reaching the top turned her around and kissed her softly on the
lips, promising it was only for tonight, and tomorrow would be very
different. "Just give me chance to catch up on some sleep and I promise you
we'll do everything and more in my bed tomorrow." Brittany's skin tingled as
she tried to imagine what that could mean, so that she shook herself before
reaching up to wrap her arms around her Mothers legs and hug her face into
her nightgown. "I can't wait for then, but I'll have to. Goodnight Mummy."

"Goodnight darling."

The next day Donna devoted herself to Brittany's pleasure by taking her to
the zoo, something she'd wanted to do for some time but hadn't got round to.
  The young girl was totally awestruck by the animals and had the best
afternoon of her life as she laughed and squealed at the antics of the
chimpanzees, which were clearly her favourites. She liked all of the
animals, even the placid snakes in the reptile house which made her mother
shudder. Donna took her for a pizza on the way home and watched as she
devoured every morsel with relish; Donna only had an orange juice,
explaining to Brittany how she had to watch her figure.

"What's your figure mean?" She asked in a puzzled voice.

"It means the way my body looks, I eat carefully because I don't want to put
on weight and get fat. Like that lady over there." Her eyes pointed to a
huge female sat with two other women, all of them large and all scoffing
double fries and whoppers. Luckily the atmosphere buzzed with chatter in the
full restaurant and nothing they said could be overheard from their small
table in the corner of the room. Brittany looked round and giggled as she
crammed another mouthful in and began to munch it.

"She looks like that big hippo we saw in the zoo." Both of them laughed at
that, then Donna leaned forward to bring her face close to her daughters,
and flicked her ear playfully as she laughed.

"I hope you don't think Mummy looks like a hippo in the zoo."

"You don't look like a hippo, more like a nice cat. You're lovely and not at
all fat."

"Like a cat, hmm. Well that's good because I have nice hungry pussy waiting
for you when we get home. Gurrrrrrrr." She growled as Brittany burst out
laughing so much she got the hiccups. Donna smiled and waited for the attack
to subside and then continued talking in simple terms for the small child.
"Sometimes I'm very busy at work dear. I was very tired when I finished
being on television, which is why I needed to sleep so much when I got home,
and you had to sleep in your own bed. Now though...." She said the last
couple of words in a quieter voice making sure despite the hubbub that they
were for Brittany's ears alone. "I'm feeling exceptionally randy, and once
we get home...." Her finger traced the contours of the girl's small mouth;
it's tip caressing the sensitive lips.

"My mouth?" She guessed knowing any activities would involve around it's
active use, her intuition acute for her age.

"Uh huh." She nodded and then growled like a tiger once again and Brittany
smiled back at her Mother's tinkling laughter.

"An early bedtime?" She asked. Donna looked at her watch, it pointed to five
minutes past five.

"Right again." She assured the girl. "In half an hour to be precise." She
rose from the table clutching the car keys.


The drive home was fast, there's no other way of describing it. The speed
grew apace with the woman's ardour, the suppressed sexual tension of the
last few days breaking over the dam of her restraint as her foot squeezed
the accelerator. Ideas began forming in her head of the kind of things she
wanted to do with her young lover, one in particular taking root. Perhaps it
would be a catalyst for a whole range of 'special' lovemaking. It was after
all Brittany's own suggestion. A secret yearning of her own perhaps? Yes of
course it was. She'd wanted to find a willing partner who'd be servile and
willing enough to submit herself to this manner of sex for such a long time
now, someone able enough to quench her need for the more unusual kind of
'perversions' she secretly dreamt of.

"Brittany, you know when you told me about wanting to be bossed around in
the bedroom."

"Yes Mummy." Her shy reply.

"Do you still want that?" Brittany sighed quietly and tentatively caressed
her Mother's arm.

"Oh yes. Yes please." She glanced up at the woman's face and noticed her
lips pursed in thought. Donna glanced down at her for a second her eyes
meeting the girl's for the less than a heartbeat but long enough for a
silent understanding to pass between them both.

"Good." She nodded. "I'd like you to call me Mistress when we're in the
bedroom. We'll have a practice run of Mistress and slave girl" The whispered
assent was barely audible above the noise of the engine as she pushed the
accelerator down to the floor. Brittany felt her heart racing at the new
twist and the change in her Mother's tone. She could hardly wait to find out
what it all meant.

Two minutes later they were home, the key turned in the lock as the door
slammed shut on the outside world leaving the two of them alone once more.
No words were spoken as the woman unbuttoned her coat and threw it over the
banister rail then bent down to do the same for the child. She held her hand
out expectantly for her daughter, who after a second slid her smaller one
forward to feel it's determined grip, as hand in hand they climbed the
stairs to the large bedroom. Once inside she flicked on the main switch,
throwing the large room into bright light instead of the usual romantic
glow, then she began to undress.

"I want you to see everything." She stated simply. Brittany nodded
nervously, excited now to the point of shaking. "Take them off then," she
instructed. "Your clothes dear". She sighed impatiently "Your clothes. Get
naked. Quick!"

"Yes." She replied as she rushed to obey.

"Yes what." Donna frowned her voice rising in the quiet room."

"Yes Mistress." She remembered. Seconds later after a flurry of frantic
activity she stood naked on the plush carpet amid a heap of discarded
clothes. Now Donna resumed undressing, taking her time to divest her of her
garments. Each button on her white blouse was unsnapped and pulled away with
the slowest deliberation. A small smile played on her lips as she threw the
top to the floor and reached down to unfasten the zipper of her pencil
shaped skirt, the sound instantly recognisable in the silent room. It fell
in a heap down her shapely legs to reveal silky dark stockings resting
beneath a thrilly black suspender belt. She sent the skirt flying across the
room with what seemed like an almost lazy kick of her leg, and then reached
behind her back to unsnap her bra, allowing her heavy breasts to spill out
and bounce lewdly together. Donna tossed her long hair back over her
shoulders, causing the long dark tresses to tumble down past her shoulder
blades as she purred in anticipation of her young lovers agile mouth.

The harsh light picked out the hard nipples with a clarity Brittany had
never seen before, so that even the veins stood out clearly inside the white
flesh of her breasts. Her knickers came off with a swish but instead of
throwing them away she kept hold of them and held the soiled crotch in her
hand.

"Lick them. Taste your beautiful Mistress." She ordered in a quiet, sultry
voice.  Brittany didn't keep her Mother/Mistress waiting as she grabbed the
panties and pressed them against her mouth, running her tongue into the
yellow vee and cramming it into her mouth. Donna watched her for a while and
then slid a hand between her thighs to stroke her pussy lips through the
forest of hair. She walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out two fat
pillows of the shelf and placed them on the floor by the side of the double
bed. "Sniff them, smell my cunt nectar, it's what you're going to be
drinking in a minute." Brittany put the sheer material to her nose and
inhaled the pungent fragrance of the smelly knickers with her eyes closed in
ecstacy. Donna found the act of devotion quite beautiful, but was eager to
get the pretty child's face elsewhere, it had been a long wait for the horny
woman and she was dying to satisfy the weeklong famine. "Kneel on the
cushions Brittany and face me." She instructed gently. Quick to obey her
Mother and enjoying this new game she hurried to obey and soon knelt
comfortably on the firm pillows and waited for whatever was to happen next.
She didn't have long to wait as her Mother crossed the harshly lit room to
stand before her, now completely naked but for her skimpy stockings and
suspenders.

"Kiss my pussy Brittany." She ordered, interlocking her fingers on the back
of her head and pulling her closer. "Kiss it you darling girl!"
Brittany lips pressed against the hairy dank cunt and she began to lick and
kiss it instinctively, her tongue flicked against the clit teasing the
tender flesh. Donna loved the feeling of power she wielded over the young
girl. As a Mother in the normal sense of the word, she had always had it,
but not like this, it was so nasty! Gently, she took her by the ears and
began guiding her with up and down motions of her head, wiping her face
against the bushy pussy. She trembled as her nose, lips and chin grazed the
gaping flaps of her hole. When she held her to her clit she concentrated on
that area, sighing as desire rocked her. "Mmmm, yes yes." She hissed humping
against her. "Your tongue! Use your tongue on my clit. Can you feel it? Feel
the hard little bump. Oh yes!" She screamed. "Lick it! Kiss it! Suck it!"
Donna became oblivious to the awkward position she had forced Brittany into.
All that mattered to her now was her own satisfaction. Her side stance
became even more lewd as she bent her knees and practically mounted
Brittany's upturned face as she sagged in her kneeling position on the pile
of pillows by the side of the bed. The girl let out a series of gasps and
groans, which the smothering press of her mostly muffled as Donna selfishly
jockeyed for an even better position.

When the ecstasy overwhelmed her, Donna climbed up even higher and draped a
leg over the youngsters shoulder. At the same time she lowered her pussy
down hard on her face, causing her to tumble back on the bed. She rode down
on her, gasping for joy as her cunt completely smothered her. Her thighs
were practically pressing against the mattress, as she bore her cunt down on
her face.

"Do it! Shove your tongue up inside my pussy!" Her daughter had little
choice in the matter, but it was patently clear that she wasn't finding the
experience distressing as her tongue penetrated her cunt and licked up the
syrupy honey inside. Vibrations rattled Donna's very core as she shrieked in
joyous rapture. Erotic flames danced in her cuntal depths, filling her with
sweet delight. Soon, she began rotating her hips, pressing down harder onto
Brittany's mouth and face.
Again her nose nudged her clit, and the horny woman squealed in delight as a
sudden intense orgasm ripped through her. She bolted upright, stiffening as
wild sensation shot through her cunt, her juices wetting Brittany's face,
filling her mouth and going up her nostrils.

"Drink it!" She yelled, her voice coming in a breathless gasp. "Suck it all
up! Yes! Yes! Oh yes damn you yessss!" Her cunt clenched her tongue as her
climax heightened. The she heard her lips smack as she drank up the tartly
flavoured burst of nectar. She munched on her pussy, feasting on the soggy
gash and then wriggled her tongue, licking out the creamy tunnel while
nipping at the dangling pussy lips. She shivered as another orgasm happened
and Brittany continued to eat her. Meanwhile the young girl reached behind
Donna and clutched the smooth and supple cheeks of her trembling buttocks
and gripped her Mother tightly, as if to steady the trembling pussy. She
continued to devour her cunt, sucking the very essence of her pussy down her
throat. Donna's cunt overflowed, she grabbed her young lover's hair and
pulled her even tighter to her quaking cunt. Her gasping words were no
longer understandable, but Brittany seemed to have no trouble getting her
message. Suddenly her mouth was awash with hot liquid. It was a taste she'd
never known before, bitter and salty and it took her by surprise. She had no
other choice but to swallow, even then the flow was so fast some of it went
down the wrong way, then up her nose making her choke and splutter. Donna
pulled away quickly at the sounds of the girl's distress, still pissing
wildly for a second, urine splashing and hissing off the girl's face until
she was able to clench her bladder and cease the flow.

"Sorry darling Oh sorry lover." She cried. All signs of the mistress
disappearing as she switched her role to concerned Mother. "Are you alright
Brittany?" She cried, gasping still from her devastating orgasm.

"Yes I'm fine." She coughed, sitting upright as she spluttered and cleared
her lungs.  Donna sprinted to the bathroom her breasts swinging crazily in
time to her wobbling buttocks. All grace and poise seemed to have evaporated
as she brought back a wet flannel and a towel to wash and dab the child's
swimming face. "I'm alright Mum it's better now." She believed her because
Brittany smiled as she spoke but felt guilty about the charade of pretending
it was an accident knowing it was all planned before hand to test the girl's
reaction.

"There," she cooed as she dabbed her face dry with the towel "You're all
dried off now. I'm sorry dear I just lost control." She lied, apparently not
guilty enough to tell the truth yet. "It must have been monstrous for you my
poor little love. It must have been terrible for you having to drink Mummy's
wee wee like that, all that nasty taste in your mouth as well." Brittany
shook her head as Donna wiped away the pee from her face. She decided the
whole thing had been pretty cool all in all, and the new taste pretty nasty
but terribly exiting.

"It didn't taste that bad really."

"Oh really dear." She exclaimed raising an eyebrow.

"Not really. It tasted.... Ummm." She dropped her eyes shyly, not wishing to
look her Mother in the eyes. Donna's heart began to quicken slightly.

"Please darling. Please tell me." She looked into her face appealingly.

"You'll think it's dirty though."

"No I won't Brittany. If anyone's dirty it's me for doing it, not you. I'm
the one who couldn't stop myself from filling you with wee wee."  She
soothed, still using the familiar childish term instead of the adult.

"Well".  Brittany continued, encouraged by her reassurance. "I didn't like
it when it went down the wrong way and made me cough and that, but..." Her
voice trailed off as she looked up into her Mother's face seeking further
reassurance, which came with a vigorous nodding of the head and raised
eyebrows, in an unspoken. 'Yes go on, it's alright, I'm listening' kind of
way. "I liked it." She confessed very quietly. "It was nice and it made me
feel all funny and..." She blushed furiously and her face felt suddenly hot
as she looked away from her Mother's earnest eyes. There was a subdued
silence for the next few moments as Donna gently stroked her daughter's
brow, thinking of what to say next and how to continue with the crucial
moment. She bent down to kiss her forehead for a moment, her lips brushing
against her in a soft caress. Then choosing her next words carefully she
continued, but not before being forced to clear her tight throat first.

"Do you know what?" She continued, putting a warm smile into her voice. "I
kind of liked it as well, and if we both liked it...Well why don't we do it
again, only I'll be a lot more careful this time."

"Can we?" Brittany chirped eagerly.

"Yes. As a matter of fact I didn't finish going just then. I had to stop
myself. There's still quite a lot more inside me. Would you like me to do
the rest in your mouth?"

"Oh yes please."

"And will you drink it?"

"Yes." She replied with a nod. Donna exhaled in relief, suddenly feeling
light headed with excitement as she said in as normal a voice as possible.

"Good. Lift your head up a second....that's it good. Just let me slide this
towel underneath your head so we don't get the bed wet." Once Donna was
satisfied with the arrangements and Brittany was laying flat on her back
with the towels beneath her head, she climbed onto the bed and knee walked
up Brittany's body with swaying breasts until her cunt was poised just above
her mouth. She opened her lips up with her fingers and Brittany eyes were
glued to the obscene sight of her Mother's wide-open sex. There were a few
moment of silence in the charged atmosphere of the large bedroom, and then
Donna gave a quiet sigh and relaxed her bladder slightly to allow a thin
trickle of pee to stream out of her urethra. The warm liquid splashed over
Brittany's tongue, washing over her teeth and gums as it began to fill her
mouth.  She found the taste exciting rather than pleasant and murmured with
pleasure as her mouth began to brim with the yellow liquid.

"Hold it there sweetie." Her Mother instructed. "Taste it first. Good, now
slowly begin to swallow." Brittany gulped and a swish of the warm nectar
coursed down her throat and into her stomach. It felt good so she gulped
again, with a loud glug, making Donna close her eyes in ecstasy at the
filthy sound. She imagined her piss filling her little girl's stomach; it
was so nasty just the thought of participating in such a perverted act with
her young daughter was bliss to her soul. A moan of ecstasy passed her lips
when she saw Brittany had drank it all up. "Drink it straight away now." She
urged as with a sigh, she began again, a slow steady force, which had
Brittany swallowing the bitter drink continuously. A stray lock of hair hung
over one of Brittany's eyes, which Donna patted back into place beyond her
hairline. Her fingers ran through her hair, caressing the long blonde locks
as she murmured loving sweet nothings, her soft words mingling with the
gentle hiss of her flowing nectar and the little girl's swallowing.

"Beautiful." She murmured.

It was, and so was the rest of the night.