The Mother Tracie Deserves Ch 14

THINGS GET KNOTTY

Work was going well for me. I had a couple of quick wins with clients, which boosted both my bank account and my confidence. It was obvious my boss and co-workers were impressed with how serious I was about the job. I was glad to discover I still had some sales chops after so many years as a stay-at-home mom.

But being back to work made me miss being there for my stepdaughter. As Tracie was growing up, it was important to me she never came home to an empty house after school.

That happened a lot to me when I was little. I'd often let myself into wherever my mother had us living at the time and find the place dead silent. It was scary. I wouldn't know where my mom was, or if she was okay, or if I would be okay. I learned over the years my mother was usually out drunk somewhere.

I swore when I married Tracie's father that his little girl would not suffer the loneliness and fear I had felt. Tracie would have a loving parent waiting at home for her every day. But, it wouldn't be her father, since he was obsessed with his work and was never around. That's why I quit my career when I married him. Being there for Tracie was a way to show my new stepdaughter that I cared about her. It was also a way to show myself that I was a better mother than my own mom was.

Tracie was a freshman in high school before I stopped being at home for her every day. That was when the divorce happened, and I had to start working full-time. I knew my girl was older, and she was smart and tough, but I'd check in with her every afternoon and let her know when to expect me. I never felt comfortable having her home alone.

In fact, I didn't feel comfortable about much of anything in those couple years after my marriage fell apart. Eventually, my drinking got so bad I lost my job and was back at home, but I was no good to Tracie. Thanks to her, now I was sober again and back at work. But a disadvantage of a clear head is that worries come back. I remembered the reasons I didn't like her being home alone. I trusted Tracie, but I didn't trust other people. A beautiful girl in a house by herself is vulnerable. Then one day, I walked in on a terrifying scene that confirmed my fears.

One pretty June afternoon near the end of Tracie's junior year, I had to pick up some groceries on the way home from the office. I texted her, "I'll be home by 6."

"Hurry up," came my daughter's reply. "And no drinking."

I couldn't blame her. I think she was nervous that since I was working out of the house, I might be more likely to have a drink. I was nervous about it too. Even in my first week on the job, I had to politely decline a couple invitations to go out with co-workers. I knew there would be alcohol, and I was determined to stay sober for my Tracie. I texted back, "No drinking."

I smiled when she responded with a heart emoji. I sent three hearts back immediately and rushed through the grocery store to get back home to my girl.

A little before six o'clock, I arrived with bags of groceries. I called out to the house, "I'm home, baby!"

I started putting things in the fridge when I heard,

"Mumm!"

I walked toward the dining room and was horrified by what I saw: my stepdaughter was naked in a chair, and someone had tied her up! She had something stuffed in her mouth and wet mascara smears down her cheeks.

"My god, Tracie! What happened?!" I looked around for who had done this to her. I hurried to untie her, my heart pounding.

She spit out the gag. "No, Mom, leave it!"

"What? Where is he?" My mind raced: what could I use for a weapon - a chair? A candlestick?

"Mom, calm down. It's okay."

"Okay?? Honey, what's going on?"

"There's no one else here," she said. "Look." She raised one of her arms, showing it was unbound.

My heart was thumping with fight-or-flight speed. I said, "Wait... Did you...?"

Tracie laughed. "I did it myself. Pretty convincing, huh?" She looked down at the rope and electrical cords strapped around her nude body. "And I smeared my makeup to look like I've been crying. I got you pretty good, didn't I?" She seemed delighted.

I said, "So you did this to yourself? For god's sake, Tracie, I was about to have a heart attack!"

She laughed more, enjoying her prank.

I sighed with relief that at least there was no home invader. "Tracie, why did you do this? Just to freak me out?"

She chuckled, "Maybe a little. But also, for you to take pictures."

"For me to-

What?"

"Come on, Mom, you know. For the file?"

It took me a minute to calm down enough to process what was going on. "Wait," I said, catching my breath. "So, this... This is for the blackmail file?"

"Yeah," she said happily. Her smile didn't make sense with her streaked mascara and the cords tightened around her bare body.

I said, "You mean you want this to look like..."

She said casually, "Yeah, like you tied me up and took pictures of me. So, we'll use your phone this time."

I heaved a big sigh and shook my head. "You seriously came home from school and spent your time tying yourself up like a kidnap victim? Don't you have any homework to do or something?"

Tracie giggled. "The school year's almost done, Mom. There's not much homework except studying for finals. I've been waiting for you to get home. Get your phone out."

"Okay, give me a second. Sheesh, my hands are shaking. I'm trying to calm down from thinking there was a serial killer in here."

My daughter laughed again. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you that bad. It was pretty funny though. You should have seen yourself."

"Well, you should see you! Naked in the middle of the dining room, all tied up. One of us must be crazy."

"Maybe both of us," she joked. "As long as I look crazy sexy."

I shook my head, looking her over. Was there any situation where my stepdaughter didn't look beautiful? Even her freaky, smeared makeup couldn't take away from her fantastic nude body, tied up as it was.

Tracie smiled to see me looking at her. She said, "Okay, now listen, I need you to take a bunch of pictures of me."

"Can I at least finish putting away the groceries first?"

"No, this will only take a few minutes. I don't want to sit here naked all day."

"You sure? You seem to really like getting naked in front of me lately."

"Oh, and you hate it, do you, Mom?"

I took a deep breath. "Okay, fine, let's take some pictures." I lifted my phone and muttered, "Time to do my blackmail duties, I guess." I started the camera app and framed my nude, bound teenager, bracing myself against the insanity of it all.

"Hold on," she said. She stuffed the cloth gag back into her mouth and put her arm behind her. She really did look like someone - I - had trussed her up. She put on a sad, abused expression.

Just before I took the first picture, I said, "Wait, if this is for your files, why am I using my phone?"

Tracie rolled her eyes and spat the gag onto her lap. "Because, Mom -

Mommy

- you're doing this for your own sick pleasure. And then, when you're not looking, I secretly go on your phone and forward the pictures to myself, as evidence of how you abuse me."

"Oh. Wow, you really have this all thought out, don't you?"

"Yes I do," she said with a proud smile.

"So can I delete these off my phone when you're done?"

"If you're sure you really want to." She gave me a saucy wink.

"I'd rather have some more appropriate pictures of my daughter on my phone, if you don't mind."

"Suit yourself. But get these ones now." When she picked up the gag from her lap, it unfolded and I recognized it.

I said, "Wait, is that- are those my panties? Those are some of my good panties!"

"Yeah, I know," she said. "Nice touch, huh?"

"No, it's not a nice touch. Why are you putting my panties in your mouth?"

"Oh, relax, Mom. They're clean."

"Tracie, what kind of character are you making me out to be in this file of yours?"

"Same as before: evil stepmother. It's a little weird how good you've been in that role."

She laughed and I did too, in spite of myself. I looked again through my phone's camera at my mischievous stepdaughter. She was trussed up, naked, with a happy little smile on her mascara-streaked face. When she started bunching my panties into her mouth, something snapped inside me, and I laughed some more.

Then Tracie laughed too, blowing my panties out. That made me laugh all the harder. "Oh my god, Tracie, you are something else!"

I kept laughing. All the built-up tension of the last weeks and months - not to mention the fright of first seeing my daughter strapped to the chair - all released. The absurdity of what we were doing made me laugh so hard I made a loud snorking sound.

Tracie imitated my snork, which made me crack up even more. I was laughing so hard now, I went down on my knees and rested my head on my stepdaughter's tied-up lap.

Hearing my girl laugh with me kept it going. I hadn't had such a deep, long laugh in years. It felt great.

Finally, the way the best laughing fits do, we slowed down to softly chuckling and catching our breath.

I looked up at Tracie. "You crazy girl, I swear. I needed that." She chuckled, her smile beaming down at me through her crazy smeared mascara.

I gave her a big, playful kiss and stroked her hair.

Thank god we can still laugh together

, I thought. It gave me hope. "Alright, silly. Let's take these darn pictures."

"And watch," she said. "I've been getting better at crying real tears." Tracie stuffed my panties back in her mouth and I took several pictures of her looking sad.

Through hand gestures and gagged mumbling, Tracie directed me to get close-ups of her tied-up feet and her crying face. Sure enough, she could make herself cry tears at will.

I decided if this blackmail stuff was all in fun for Tracie, I should just have fun with it too. I was tired of being sad and confused about it. I took more pictures. I even coached her a little to get shots of her looking as sad and scared as possible.

My daughter pulled my panties out of her mouth once more to say, "Okay, now take some selfies of us both, like you're proud of how you're punishing me."

I shook my head, chuckling and getting in position.

She said, "Oh, let's switch to video for a minute, and show you sticking your panties in my mouth."

I laughed. This girl was like a Hollywood director. She was clearly enjoying her creativity. Isn't that something all parents want for their children?

Following my young director's commands, I started the video recording.

In a pained, crying voice, Tracie said, "Mommy, I'm so sorry! Please Mommy!"

Hearing her call me Mommy was my cue to act my evil stepmother part. I scolded her, "Pipe down. Here, this will help. These are Mommy's dirty panties she wore all day."

"No, Mommy, please!"

"Open your mouth!"

Tracie's jaw lowered as she cried. Her tears started flowing - she really could act. It took a few finger-pushes to fully tuck my panties into her mouth, muffling her cries. I left a corner of the panties sticking out, just for looks. Tracie kept tearfully whimpering.

"Quiet!" I said. "Do I need to stick my bra in there too?"

We both broke up laughing. I stopped the video.

Tracie spat out the panties and had a huge smile. "That was great! You're a good actress, Mom. Now go back to photo mode and get some selfies of you and me together. Do some where you're gripping my jaw, okay? Like you're controlling me."

"Wait," I said. I balled up the panties, which were getting damp from my stepdaughter's mouth. "Can we do one more on video first?"

Tracie looked pleasantly surprised by my creative input. "Okay, sure." She opened her mouth and I tucked the pantie-ball gag back in.

I took video of both of us, cheek-to-cheek. Tracie looked horribly sad and I tried to look devilishly happy.

I gripped her jaw and said, "Chew, baby. Chew Mommy's panties like a good girl." Tracie chewed them and I said, "That's my bad little girl. You see what you get when you don't finish your chores?"

Tracie mumbled through the gag, "Yeff, Mummy."

"Yes you do," I said. "I wish my pretty girl wasn't so irresponsible. Keep chewing. Chew them up, Tracie. Get out all the flavor." As she did, I licked up the side of my stepdaughter's face. "Mm, I like the taste of my baby girl's tears when she's bad. Does baby like the taste of Mommy's underwear?"

Tracie made the most pained, contorted expression in response. She cried, "Yeff, Mummy."

I stopped the video and we both busted out laughing, my now-sopping panties falling from Tracie's mouth onto the floor.

"Oh my god, Mom, that was awesome! We should make a movie like that."

Recovering from laughing, I said, "Oh, goodness, Tracie, that actually was kind of fun. But so ridiculous. Alright. I should get dinner started now."

"Wait, Mom, before we stop, I want a few other shots."

"Really?"

She said, "Hey, I did all this makeup and the ropes and stuff. It took me like a half hour. So let's get some more. Like, check this out: do some down by my boobs, where you're, like, giving the camera a big thumbs-up next to them."

I snorted a laugh. "Oh god, Tracie. Serious?"

"Yeah, do it."

I did it. Yes, it was weird to be taking selfies with my daughter's bare boobs, but we both cracked up over the insane, wide-eyed grin I put on for the pictures.

Tracie said, "Do some more of those, but instead of a thumbs-up, grab them."

"Grab your boobs?"

"Yeah, with the same look, like you caught a big fish. It'll be hilarious."

It did make me laugh, but I said, "You think maybe that's a little too much, honey? This is getting-"

"Mom, honestly, just do it."

I heard the subtle change in her tone - she was not suggesting it. She was telling me to. Then she smiled again. "Come on. It's just for us. It's just a joke."

I nodded, laughing less now. "Yeah. Okay."

I knelt down again with my phone to take more photos of myself with my daughter's bare chest. I held the phone out in that awkward, spider-fingered way to take pictures.

As I framed the shot, Tracie's mouth was in a miserable grimace at the top of the screen. Seeing Tracie's boobs on the phone, it was uncanny how good they looked between the ropes and cords strapped around them. As for myself, I looked exactly like a middle-aged mom who just came in from grocery shopping. But here we were! It was so bizarre.

I held out the phone, put on the same big, crazy smile as before, but this time, I gripped my free hand onto my stepdaughter's beautiful breast.

"You can squeeze it harder, Mom."

I squeezed her boob and smiled even crazier, like a cartoon witch. I tapped a few photos.

Tracie said, "Take a picture kissing it."

I took a slow breath to digest her words. "If you say so." Again holding my daughter's breast in my hand, I puckered my lips to its tender, smooth skin. To see the phone, I had to look out the corner of my eye. While I took some more pictures, I noticed Tracie's nipple getting hard.

Then, I improvised. Lifting that full, flawless, teenage breast to my face, I set my open mouth firmly to it. Inhaling deeply through my nose, I took in the soft scent of my stepdaughter's bosom. Then, pressing my lips firmly to her boob, I blew out through my lips as hard as I could, making a wonderfully loud farting noise!

Tracie screamed in surprise and once again we were both laughing wildly.

"Okay," I said. "Done?"

"No, not yet. I want you to kiss it on video."

"Sweetheart, this is getting repetitious. I do want to get dinner started."

"Come on, Mom, we're having fun, right? Dinner can wait a few more minutes."

We both knew I couldn't really say no. I changed the phone to video mode. I tried not to let the increasing weirdness get to me.

I kept up the same silly tone. I laid loud, comical busses all over my daughter's chest.

"Mwa! Mwa!"

Soon, her mascara-streaked cheeks were matched by her lipstick-smeared breasts. To make things even more absurd, I said, "Ooh, baby's boobies have gotten so big."

Tracie's hand gripped the back of my head and pushed. Before I knew it, her areola was in my mouth. I lost hold of my phone and it bumped to the floor.

In a dead serious tone, she said, "Suck them, Mom." She pulled my head into her breast.

The roller coaster of weirdness I'd been on since I got home from work wasn't ending yet. I didn't know what was happening. Did Tracie not want video anymore?

My stepdaughter's stiff nipple went from dry to wet in my mouth. It felt strangely familiar.

She sighed out a big, breathy moan.

I hadn't sucked a girl's boob since I was a teenager myself (when I was at a party and ran into an older girl who used to babysit me - but that's a whole other story). Now here I was, like I'd been pulled back in time, awkwardly sucking a pretty girl's tit. Except this time, whether I liked it or not, it was my daughter's breast in my mouth. I wasn't sure what to do.

As if reading my mind, Tracie said, "Lick it."

It was easier to have specific orders. I began painting her nipple with my tongue.

Tracie moaned a high-pitched note. It didn't sound like she was pretending to hate it anymore. She whispered, "Don't stop." Her fingers slid from my head to my shoulder, and then lower. I twitched when my stepdaughter cupped my boob in her hand.

I glanced up at her. She was sighing, with her head tilted back. I kept licking and sucking her nipple, which had grown remarkably tall in my mouth.

Tracie looked down at me, her messy-mascara eyes focusing hard on where my lips latched onto her tit.

"Oh god, Mom, your lips are so soft."

I felt both embarrassed and complimented. I winced a little when she squeezed my breast.

My mouth detached from my daughter's erect nipple as I reached to the floor for my phone.

"Don't stop," she said urgently.

"One second." I set my phone on the table next to us, using the case's little kickstand to prop it up to take more video.

Tracie said, "We don't need that now."

I went ahead anyway, because I needed some way to end what was happening. The camera was still recording.

I resumed my evil stepmother character, which was much easier to handle given what was happening. I said, "Mm, look, baby's nipples are so hard. You really like this, don't you, baby?" I tickled my tongue on her stiff bud.

Tracie groaned in response. "Yes, Mommy, I like it."

Her groans got much louder when I took both her nipples between my fingers and thumbs and started turning them like tiny dials. She bucked against her ropes, hunching her chin to her neck and grimacing.

I tongued her nipples between my dialing fingers to stimulate them even more. She gasped and her hand fell from my boob to her lap. I didn't dare look what she was doing down there.

Tracie started to tremble and breathe erratically. I kept playing with her tits, trying to turn her on as much as I could. She whimpered, "Oh my god. Mom, yes!"

I shot up to my feet, standing tall over her, dropping her breasts from my hands. I angrily scolded her, "What's the matter with you?"

"H-huh? What?" Her unfocused eyes were surprised and confused.

"You dirty little girl! How dare you enjoy it when Mommy punishes you. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Tracie was panting. "Don't..."

"Don't what? Don't stop? Is that what's happening here?"

She didn't know what to say.

I angrily put my fists on my hips.

"Hmph!

If that's how you're going to act, you can just sit here by yourself. I am so mad. You, little missy, need think about what you need to do to make this up to me. And give me my phone." I grabbed it from the table. "I'm not recording this to see you enjoying yourself. Now, not a peep out of you until I'm finished making dinner, do you understand?"

"I- Yes, Mommy. I'm sorry, Mommy."