Trouble For Mother And Her Daughter Pt 01

I'd just stepped out of the shower, when I heard the knock at the front door. I quickly put my cotton dressing gown on and tied it around my waist and went to see who was there, hoping it would be my Amazon delivery that was due today. I opened the door and was surprised to find two young Policemen standing there. They asked if they could come in, as they needed to discuss something with me, in private. Now I was worried and showed them into the lounge.

"We're very sorry to have to tell you, but your daughter, Andrea has been identified as stealing alcohol from a club last week," one of them stated simply.

"Andrea? No you've made a mistake, she wouldn't do that, sorry, not her," I said.

"Well Claire, you don't mind me calling you Claire do you," he said, then continued without waiting for my reply. "I have a couple of stills, taken from the CCTV, here, take a look."

I watched as Jason showed her the stills, pretending to be preoccupied with my phone. She'd forgotten I was there, and clearly that she was naked under her dressing gown, which had now gaped open, giving me a clear view of her boobs. She shifted in her seat, her legs parted, revealing her waxed cunt, all recorded on my phone, fucking jackpot!

I looked at the photos, all ready to tell them it wasn't her, but it was. Her face was clearly framed in both of the photos. I wanted the ground to open and swallow me whole.

I felt numb.

"Yes," I said quietly, "yes, that's her."

"So, just to confirm Claire, that is your daughter Andrea?"

"Yes, I am so sorry."

"You've nothing to be sorry for. How old is she?"

"Eighteen, so clearly old enough to know better. Fuck she does know better."

It had been last week, but the CCTV clearly showed it was her. I was livid, absolutely furious, but at the same time really worried, worried how a criminal conviction could impact on her going to Uni.

"Look, I don't know how to say this, but she is going to Uni in the autumn, how can I make this go away? "

"Claire, a crime has been committed, so it needs to be properly investigated, but we do understand your concerns."

They listened to what I was saying, babbling really. They weren't in a hurry to leave, but then I noticed my dressing gown had gapped, and they were enjoying a clear view of my boobs. If that's all it took for this to go away, let them look.

"Look Claire, I know the owner of the club, I'll see what I can do?" One of them said.

"You do, you could?" I said.

"Sure let me talk to him."

"I'll just go and put something on."

"No Claire, you stay just like that." He said.

I went to pull my robe tighter, but he shook his head, so I left it.

He went into the hall, and I heard him talking on the phone, but not what he said. Then he came back in and smiled.

"Claire I've spoken to the guy, he says for you to go over and see him. Maybe you can work out a deal where your daughter won't end up in court, I can see you'd do anything to prevent that."

"How can I ever thank you," I said.

"We'll think of something, but you need to get over there like now."

"Thank you so much," I said.

"Just one thing, a photo of you, so he can give it to the guy on the door."

"A what?" I said.

"Just head and shoulders, hold it there," he said.

He held his mobile, and took my picture, I had an uneasy feeling about it, but dismissed it. I needed to get moving, get this thing resolved before it got out of hand. I showed them out muttering my thanks. I watched them get into their patrol car, by the time they drove off I'd forgotten all about the photo, I needed to get this sorted and then some.

"Fuck man, did you see the tits on that!" Jason said.

"I just need a photo of you, fucking priceless!" I said, "here lets have a gander."

I looked at the photos, his new Samsung was bloody fantastic. From the angle he'd taken it one of her tits was in view, fuck you could even just see her nipple. I scrolled, and saw the others he'd taken as she was distracted, a lot of thigh, and in one, a vertical smile.

"Fucking brilliant, and fucking class arse. Come on lets ring Kurt, warn him she's on her way, and remind him we want our "consideration."

"Consideration! Can't wait for that."

I parked the car outside the club, there were a few cars in the car park. I closed the car door, and smoothed my skirt down where it had ridden up as I drove. When I'd sorted this out, my daughter was going to catch Mary Hell, and no mistake. I wondered if I'd done the right thing, wearing what I was, well it always worked on the bank manager. Short skirt, high heels, and my blouse unbuttoned one button more than was proper. I walked to the door. This was going to fine, just fine, otherwise those nice and helpful Policemen wouldn't have even suggested it. Would they? I walked to the door, confidence, look confident I told myself.

"Brian!" I called.

"What is it Kurt?"

"Just had our two favourite coppers on the phone, you remember that little tart we caught on CCTV nicking a couple of bottles of Vodka out back last week."

"Yeah course, the one with the great arse," Brian said.

"Her, and yes great arse. Well the Old Bill have found out who she is."

"And who is she?" Brian asked.

"Only the daughter of the headmaster of the Grammar School, that's who." I replied.

"Daddy isn't going to be very happy with her, is he!"

"Here take a look at this," I said handing him my phone.

He looked at the photo's.

"Nice, very nice, nice tits, looks like her legs are great, so who is she?"

"That my friend is the mother, the mother who at this very moment is heading over here to get her lovely daughter off the hook. Our two coppers have done very well, make sure they get a little something to show our appreciation will you."

"Sure Kurt, no problem, I'll make sure they are looked after."

"Now, lets get set up so we're ready for Mummy, shall we!" I said laughing.

I could see that this was a woman who was used to getting her own way the moment she was shown in. Definitely sex on legs. Tall, even without the stilettos' she was wearing, and she clearly looked after herself. The short skirt showed her legs off, and then some. She'd undone her blouse, so there was more than a hint of cleavage. Her blonde hair framed her face. Yep fucking crumpet, and she knew it. I reckoned she was in her early to mid-thirties. I was looking forward to this.

"So Claire, let me get this right, your daughter nicks a load of my booze, and you want me just to let her off, just like that?" I said.

"Well, obviously I'd ensure she was punished." She said.

"Look lady, I'm sure you will. But look at it from my point of view. I've lost out, now how are you going to make it good?"

"Well, of course I'll pay you for any loss," Claire said.

"I don't want your money love, its not about the money."

"Then what do you want?" She asked, confusion written all over her pretty face.

I thought this was going to be easy. It always had been before. When I went overdrawn at the bank and didn't want my husband to know I'd flutter my eye lashes, show a little leg, and a hint of cleavage and I'd get my overdraft. Easy. The car was the same, I put a scratch in the side of it. It was leased, so I went to the body shop. True I'd had to flash my knickers a few times, but they'd done it for me, at cost. But Kurt wasn't behaving as I'd hoped or expected. I wondered what he wanted.

"Look Claire, I don't want the girl getting a criminal record, fuck that would be such bad news for a young girl, I'm sure you've already considered that, otherwise you wouldn't be here. So look I'm a reasonable man. You do one little thing for me, just one."

As he said it I thought he was going to say he wanted a blow job, well that wasn't so bad, but he didn't.

"Look Claire, hop up onto the stage, and do a little strip for me, you can do that, can't you, a good looking woman like you. Just one little dance. You'd do that for your little girl wouldn't you?"

She hesitated, just long enough to give me pause for thought. Then she took a deep breath stood up and walked up onto the stage. I signalled Brian, and the music was turned up. I watched her, she hesitated, clearly having some internal turmoil, and I wondered if she'd go through with it, then she began. She swayed to the music, closed her eyes, then began. Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse. I could see she had on a three quarter cup bra, as she opened the front of the blouse. She left it on, but open, then danced a little more, before taking it off completely. She was a good dancer, I could see that. The skirt was next, she unzipped the side zip, and slowly lowered it down, before kicking it to one side with her blouse. She was just in her undies now. I could see her nipples through the lace of the bra. Her cunt hidden by the lace of her panties. I felt my cock harden, this was going to be easy. I hoped!

A dance, he wanted me to strip for him. Then what did I expect, this was after all a strip club of sorts. I stood up, debating whether to just walk out there and then. But then I thought of Andrea, and why I was here. I walked up onto the stage, half in a daze. I began to sway, closed my eyes, and pretended he wasn't watching me. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, not because I was "teasing," but because I still arguing with myself. Then it was open, I didn't take it off, just left it. I danced some more, hoping he would say I'd done enough. But who was I kidding? I unzipped my skirt, and then wriggled it over my hips. I looked out to where Kurt was watching me. I stared out to where I imagined he was, trying to put into that look just how much I despised him. I took my blouse off, then I bent my arms behind me, and unclipped my bra, let the straps fall off my shoulders and then took it off, throwing it to where my other clothes were, and where the others would be when this was over. I ran my hands over my breasts, almost automatically. I felt my nipples, they were hard, which surprised me. I swayed my hips, turned around a few times. I'd seen dancers at the Crazy Horse in Paris one year, so knew what to do. Now to get this over and done with. I pushed my knickers over my hips, then rolled them down my legs, until they were at my ankles. They caught on my heel, and I almost tripped, almost, then they joined the pile. I was naked, and I'd done what he wanted, I could get out of here, forget I'd even been here, or done this, and go home. Go home and give Andrea hell. But then things spiralled out of control.

As my knickers joined the rest of my clothes, so I heard clapping, and realised that I'd had more than an audience of one. I looked out through the lights, lights that were very bright, and certainly brighter than when I'd walked up onto the stage. Kurt got up and joined me on the stage. He smiled. A smile like a cat that has just got the cream. I had an uneasy feeling deep down inside. As I stood there naked, he took hold of my chin, and made me look up at him. His eyes were blue. Ice blue, and I felt a chill go through my body, goose bumps on my skin. He bent down, and kissed me, kissed my lips. It wasn't tender, it wasn't loving. His lips mashed on mine, and I gasped in shock. My mouth opened at that moment, and his tongue took full advantage, pushing into my mouth. At the same time I felt his hand between my legs, cupping my vulva. Still French kissing me, I felt his finger push inside me, knew too that I was wet, very wet. He pulled his mouth away from mine, smiled.

"I knew you were a dirty slut when you walked in here, now you're going to get what you need, and want slut."

He bent his head and took one of my nipples into his mouth, he wasn't gentle, he bit down, and I felt a mixture of pain, but excitement as well. His fingers were never still, two inside me, his thumb on my clit, rubbing hard circles, exciting it. It was already engorged. I gasped with the pleasure that was building inside me. Then he took them away and pushed me down onto my knees.

That she was wet wasn't a surprise. That she was soaking was. I bit her bottom lip, then pushed her down. The slut knew what I wanted, and quickly unzipped my jeans, and with some difficultly pulled my cock out. She tentatively touched it with her tongue.

"Put it in your mouth!" I instructed her.

She did as I had told her, then I took hold of her head, and push my cock into her mouth, I felt her gag, and pulled back a little, before pushing into her again, going deeper, and she gagged again, but I didn't pull out. Her breathing calmed as she got a grip of herself, and I pushed fully into her mouth, and down into her throat. Then began to fuck not only her mouth, but her throat as well. I looked down at her, saw her eyes were watering, so much the better.

I couldn't breathe, his cock was down my throat, I wanted to be sick, felt bile rise. He was fucking my mouth, and his cock was down my throat. I'd never taken a cock like this before. Of course I'd given blow jobs, though not for a while, and since Andrea was born my husband had given up trying. My eyes were streaming, then I felt his cock harden, and knew he was going to cum. He didn't, he pulled out, I gasped for breath, a string of saliva still connected my mouth with the head of his cock. He pushed me back, down onto the floor. The floor of the stage. His mouth crushed against mine, his tongue where his cock had so recently been. I felt my legs being spread. Automatically I lifted my hips, and his hard cock was inside me in one thrust, deep all the way in. I gasped as it invaded me. He was bigger than my husband, longer and with a much thicker. My cunt stretched to accommodate the larger size. It felt good, so fucking good. I was thrusting my hips up, to meet his. I felt that long forgotten feeling. The one that my husband never gave me. I was cumming, cumming from being fucked. I didn't care anymore. I just wanted, no needed to cum. My nails dug into his back, and I raked them downwards, then gripped his arse, and with my legs now wrapped around his waist, I pulled him deeper. So much deeper.

"Fuck me, fuck me harder," I yelled, no, screamed.

His mouth was on my nipples, alternating between them, biting, sucking, then biting again. I was in ecstasy. And I was coming.

"Oh fuck yes, yes, fucking yes!!"

He didn't stop, and fucked me harder, his cock like steel inside me, pounding me. And me, I fucking loved it.

She was like a bitch on heat, the rougher I fucked her the more she liked it. She'd already cum, but I wanted her to cum again before I finished with her. Then she did, a huge one by the feel and sound of her. I pulled out of her, then pulled her up, up onto her knees. She didn't want it back in her mouth, not that I cared. I twisted her nipple, she opened her mouth, and I pushed it in. Then fucked her mouth and throat again, only much harder. I would have cum in her mouth, in her throat, but this time I came on her face, rope after rope, on her face, in her hair, on her tits. Then made her clean the mess off my cock. There was a ripple of applause from beyond the stage. She stiffened, and suddenly looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car. And I laughed. I laughed because I had what I wanted.

I lay in the bath, trying to rid myself of the feeling that I was dirty. I heard the front door close. Knew my husband was still at work, knew it was Andrea. I shouted out and heard her throw down her bag and stomp upstairs, like the sulky teenager she was. She came into the bathroom. I told her to sit. She sat on the loo.

Mum was in the bath when I got home, which was strange, she almost never took a bath, unless it was a long soak with loads of candles, which I thought was just fucking weird. I sat on the loo, like she told me too. I waited for the lecture, then I could get out of here, do my homework and get out with my mates. We had plans, I had a life, unlike her.

"Last week, tell me about what you and your so called friends did last week Andrea!" She said.

I was missing something, but I couldn't work out what. I'd missed something else as well, and when I saw it I gasped loudly. Laying there I suddenly saw she had a huge love bite on her neck. I knew too that Dad hadn't done it. He'd left home before me, and was still in school when I'd come home. She saw me looking.

"Yes, you fucking look Andrea, take a fucking real good look madam!" Mum shouted.

She stood up, water cascading from her body. I'd seen her nude loads of times, but as I looked at her body I saw she had other love bites, bites and bruises. Her tits had several, the inside of her thighs bruised. I sat there looking, open mouthed. Then she grabbed my arm, and all but dragged me into her bedroom.

"So you thought nicking a couple of bottles of vodka from that fucking club was real cool, bit of a laugh, is that right?"

"Well.....I...look Mum it was just a dare, a laugh, that's all, no one was going to.......oh!" I said, as the penny dropped.

"No one was going to know! Well, for your information they do, and they know it was you. You know, like fucking CCTV!"

"Look Mum I'm....

"You're sorry! I had the Police around here this morning. They suggested I could work something out with the club owner. Get the idea now!" She yelled at me.

I looked at her still naked body, the bites, the love bites, the bruises. Her cunt was red, puffy. I felt sick.

"Yes, I worked something out with him. He just wanted me to dance for him, that's all," I said.

"Is that all, well no big deal!" Andrea replied.

"Grow the fuck up! Dance, strip. He wanted me to strip on his stage. So I did. I stripped in a club to save you from being arrested and taken to court. I did that for you, and you say it's no big deal!"

"Mum, I'm so sorry, I....."

"Now take a look at my body, take a fucking good look, see...do you see?"

I looked, she had a good body for someone her age, I suppose. I noticed, not for the first time that she didn't have any pubic hair, and she was smooth apart from a little bit above her clit. I saw the bruises on her inner thighs.

"So now you know, or should do. He fucked me, fucked me Andrea, on the stage, used me. USED ME!" She was beyond angry.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"What, what did you say?"

"Mum, I am so sorry," I said tears streaming down my face.

"I've not got to the best bit yet."

"There's more?" I said.

"They fucking filmed me I found out, filmed me stripping, filmed me being fucked, and do you want to know why?" She said.

"Why?" I said, dreading the answer.

"They filmed me, because they want me to go back, they want to fuck me again, and if I don't then they'll make sure your Dad sees the film, and not just him, all the teachers at the school, the pupils as well. Your fucking so called friends."

"Oh fuck!" I said.

"Yes, oh fuck, it would kill him, and we'd have to move, move away from here, and all our friends, and all your so called friends."

"So you're going to....."

"I'm going to have to, and all because you stole a bottle of vodka, a bottle you could have taken from here, or brought at the supermarket. Because of you Andrea, all because of you."

"I'm ....oh Mum I'm....."

"I'm glad you're sorry because I've saved the best until last. They show that video to everyone we know, and people we don't know, unless I go back, but you Andrea, have to come with me. You do understand don't you!" Mum said.

"You mean...." I stammered.

"Yes Andrea, he wants to fuck you as well, so make some story up for your Dad, we have to be there at ten, so make it believable. You can do that can't you, lie I fucking mean!"

"But I don't want...."

"Don't want to? You think I fucking wanted to! Save it! If you're still a virgin, which I fucking doubt, you won't be after tonight!"