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"These are just temporary," Cheryl explained.

Elly, on the floor beside Miss Cheryl's desk, bare-chested e-except for her Girl Scout sash, took her time maneuvering her scissors. Letting scraps of printer paper fall in the little waste basket.

Just the opportunity to be away from her duties, away from her mother, and the men...

The college girl carefully cut out her shapes. Her new merit badges.

It... it was soothing.

"We can order you the real ones, and get them sent in the mail. You'd like that," The white woman noted, w-without asking.

Clicking her mouse.

"Y-yes, Kiss Cheryl..." Elly almost cut her finger with the sharp scissors, "Miss Cheryl! I - I meant - "

"It's okay, dear." It's... okay. I-it...

Elly nodded, holding back her tears. Feeling so brittle, i-if she had been scolded she knew, just knew...

"Concentrate. Those scissors are a little sharp - don't cut yourself."

Elly n-nodded from her spot on the floor.

"Yes, um," Miss... Miss - "M-M-Miss Cheryl. I will. Thank you."

Elaine cut a little slower, still. Holding her tongue between her teeth, concentrating - she could have spent all evening, all night with Miss Cheryl.

Just them, together. N-no one else. No one in the world. If her mother... if her mom hadn't been the first to call Miss Cheryl 'Mommy', Elly felt like she might have, on her own.

She really did.

"Are you ready for your pins?"

"I..."

Elaine nodded unhappily. No matter how slow she went, there just weren't that many badges. Licking her lips -

"Oh, honey..."

"You keep doing that - you're going to get all chapped. Here."

"Tongue in. Lips out." Cheryl rummaged in her purse a moment, at the foot of her desk. A small plastic tube of lip balm -

"You have so many boyfriends and girlfriends - we want nice, smooth kisses, yes?"

Boyfriends... girlfriends.

"U-um - yes. Y- "

Two knuckles stilled Elaine's chin - angling her face up and stopping her talking, while Miss Cheryl's calm face hovered just above the colored girl's lips.

The contrary urge t-to lick them again -

"Be a good nigger. Hold those pretty lips still."

Jesus! G-god - Ch-Cheryl... 'Nigger'! Kneeling, topless, E-Elly -

Cheryl didn't blink. Applying her chap stick on the black student's lips, she didn't e-even seem to realize what she had said. How incredibly hurtful, how wrong...

Elaine held still. She... just kneeled. And Miss Cheryl, going over them again, glazing her with the tube of cooling balm once more -

"Stick them together, now, dear."

"There." Stroking Elly's cheek, a single thumb stroke, Cheryl smiled. "When your lips are such a prominent feature of your face, are a part of such a pretty ethnic package, you have got to take care of them, Elaine."

Oh, g-gosh. Trying n-not to - to fucking... smooth chocolate thighs together, to minimize evidence of what was happening -

"Y-yes." The time to object to Cheryl's language, her characterization, had somehow floated past. If it had ever existed at all. "Yes, Miss Cheryl. I - I will."

"Good girl."

"Do you want me to do your pins for you, too?"

H-her pins. Oh - her badges.

Elaine hesitated.

Some old moral, some ingrained encouragement of her mother's - to always sew on the patches she earned herself...

Elly wiped it away.

Nodding rebelliously, she stood, not - not even covering her breasts as she stepped towards Miss Cheryl's desk. Colorful paper badges, gathered in her hands.

The seated white woman ran her fingers under the Girl Scout sash, knuckles and fingertips barely brushing Elaine's skin.

"Thank you..."

One at a time, Miss Cheryl deftly pinned each badge on from the back, before straightening the green fabric back out.

"Thank you," The black girl whispered.

Cheryl's hand remained - held on to the sash. Still seated, l-looking thoughtfully at her work.

"Elaine?"

Elly swallowed.

"Miss - "

"I've been thinking about our... date night, together. Quite a bit. Sometimes, trying not to. Sometimes..." A fingertip pushed its way down... down Elly's breast, running alongside her sash.

"Things have been really wild, haven't they?"

'Wild'. As if... s-sometimes Elly f-felt like Miss Cheryl... like they were living in a different world. Like what she saw and felt, what Cheryl saw and did -

"Sometimes, I feel like I'm just... high, somehow. Like everything... like I'm just trying to catch my breath. You know?"

Jesus. Yes. "Y-yes, Miss Ch- "

The tip o-of Cheryl's index finger touched Elaine's nipple. Almost absently playing with its stiffness, i-it... she... circled.

"Elly, if I asked you to do something for me... with me... with just us girls - you wouldn't say 'no', would you?"

'Something'.

Elaine's heart skipped a beat.

"Um..." Slack-jawed and weak-kneed - "Oh! Oh, um, n-no. I - I don't think so. I wouldn't. Say 'no', I mean - I-I think. I..."

God! Could sh-she have sounded dumber?

Elaine, f-**** herself to slow down. Pause. Looking down at her chest, screwing her heel into the floor...

"You know," She softly... "A-anything, Miss Cheryl."

"'Anything'." The pretty white woman smiled, and flushed a little pink herself. Looking up from the sash, into Elly's eyes -

"Well. I - I'll just have to let you know."

Nervous anticipation... melted away. Cheryl took her probing finger tip... away.

"Should we show off your new badges? Show everybody?"

"Show...?"

N-no. Shaking her head, on a different world than the white woman again -

"I - "

"Scissors on the desk." Cheryl stood. "Come on, Sweetie - let's show them."

Cheryl took Elly's hand. Took her away. Leading ever so slightly, walking hand-in-hand - "I'm really proud of you. Earning those, I mean. Things are so much cleaner, around here. And dinner was..."

Miss Cheryl, walking, smiled back at the trailing colored girl.

"You have a lot to practice. But, I'm very proud of you, Elaine."

Oh, god. 'Proud'. Elly didn't know what to say. Sh-she just... just didn't know... pride - pride w-was the last thing...

"Thank you, Miss Cheryl." The colored girl was almost crying. Crybaby Elly, walking hand-in-hand -

Cheryl said she was proud of her. I-it... warmth - senseless and silly and completely overwhelming...

"Thank you."

The colored girl's hand got a squeeze.

"If you want to call me 'Mommy', too, sometimes - that would be okay."

Elly stopped. Stopped, stopping Cheryl with her. Facing her mother's straight-backed secretary, feeling very... her earlier thoughts...

Elaine licked her lips.

"Oh... o-okay, then."

Miss Cheryl laughed. Laughed and turned and kissed Elly's cheek - a quick, sisterly peck that allowed her cotton-clothed chest to bump against Elaine's bare breasts.

"Come on, Pretty Girl. Let's show them how proud you are. Can you give me a smile?"

Mommy. Lashes wet with unshed tears, Elly twitched the corner's of her lips, forming an awkward s-smile. Conflicting feelings - she was such a s-s-stupid -

"There she is." Miss Cheryl smiled back, and playfully plucked at a nappy natural pigtail. "Come on. I e-mailed Daddy. Let's get you in the living room."

A tug of her hand - Elly was moving. Wordlessly following to the family room, quietly sucking a-and chewing on a bit of her own hair behind Miss Cheryl's back.

"Oh! Vanessa!"

Elaine rounded the corner behind her white companion just in time to catch her nearly naked mother, dressed only in a leather collar and her furry tail, steadying a bottle of some brown liquor that she had nearly toppled with her free-swinging knockers.

"And your little... friend."

Poor Mister Fluffy accompanied her mother, between the black woman's ankles.

Elaine immediately regretted her gift to her mom.

"Hi!" The forty-one year old black mother's lips twitched into an nervous smile, "H-hi. Hi, Miss Cheryl."

Shifting on her feet, smile repeatedly failing and reappearing, she turned to her daughter.

Tail swishing in the air.

"Hi - hi, um... M-Miss."

Jesus. Elaine could see... see the tense muscles of her mom's thighs squeeze.

Miss Elly.

"Speaking again, Mother?" Coldly, feeling the acid words on her tongue, Elly...

The negro mother flinched. "Y-yes. Daddy told..." Shivering, closing her eyes -

"A-arf..."

Elaine's mom bent - lifted and hugged Mister Fluffy to her belly just like Elly had instructed her to, to stop her... messes.

Another regret.

"Brand... D-Daddy told me to come in. To get ready for everybody. That you w-were - "

Elaine took a step nearer, she - just hearing her mother's tone rise and quicken in fear as she approached made her bubbling, simmering feelings start to boil. Taking another step...

"He said," The negro woman circled away, a bit. Circled the ottoman, as if Elly was approaching t-to hurt her. "I - since I have w-work tomorrow, I should get used to... I could speak. He said."

Elly wasn't going to - stop! She wasn't going to attack her mother! Everything she had done for her mom that afternoon! Dinner, and while they cleaned, her little pets and pats, her reveals - her poor Mister Fluffy, hugged to her mother's belly! Nothing... she hadn't wanted to do any of it, but...

Cheryl had given Elly a b-badge for Chrissake!

"U-um, he said - " Circling -

"Vanessa?" Cheryl interjected, stopping the secret mother-daughter cat-and-mouse chase in its tracks.

"What is all this?"

The white woman gestured to coffee table, and the platter of drinks.

"Did you do all this?"

A bashful, uncertain smile flashed across the naked executive's embarrassed face.

"Do... do you like it?" Elly's mother folded her arms in front - concealing her nipples, hands crossed in front of her hairy bush.

"I-it's really nothing. It was nothing. I just - I wanted to stretch my legs, to have something to do, myself. To help, a-and... just feel... you know, useful. Ah..."

Fingers parting...

"Um..."

Miss Cheryl picked up a bottle of liquor, looking at the label.

Elly's mother swallowed. "Y-... you're not happy."

"No, Nessie." The secretary carefully, slowly set the bottle back in place. "I'm not happy at all. Who told you to get drinks for everybody?"

Smile sinking, the fluffy-tailed negress looked ready to break.

"Vanessa - what are you trying to do to your daughter?"

Elly, feeling as confused as her mother looked - j-just happy that Miss Cheryl wasn't frowning at her...

"I... but, I got drinks for Elly - M-Miss Elly, too! I was - wasn't - !"

Cheryl maneuvered in front of the teenager. Arm straight out, across Elly's chest - covering the view of the teenager's breasts.

"Vah-nessa! Eyes on the ground!" Elaine j-jumped in the air. Miss Cheryl's stern tone - "I have half a mind to put your belt on myself and send you right back outside where you belong!"

Not just her eyes - Elly's mother flew to the floor. Knees on the carpet, eyes down -

Smoothing her pants, keeping Elly's young breasts hidden from her mother, Miss Cheryl took a calming breath.

"Is it your job to be helpful around the house, Nessie?"

"I... w-well..." By the white woman's face and demeanor, there was only one answer.

"N-no. No, i-it's -"

"No," Cheryl affirmed. "It's Elly's. She's working hard, where we need her. She's trying to be better, Vanessa."

"And you... without even one night in your home outdoors, mere hours after pissing and drooling your nigger goo all over the floor, you thought you could try to best my Elly, who's been working and sweating and trying her darnedest all day?"

One part sheltered by Cheryl, one part h-humiliated, Elaine -

"Elaine is in charge, as far as you're concerned. Understand?"

"I - " Shame, and fear, "Y-yes, of course, I - "

"Do we want to go over all the reasons Mister Barrington wants you outdoors, Nessie?" Miss Cheryl murmured softly. Suddenly too calm.

"Everything we went through at the office? At home? Or do you already know?"

Elly's mother was shaking - shaking her head, shaking all the way down to her boobies.

"No, no Miss."

"Where do you belong, Vanessa? What did Daddy say? Say it for us."

"I-I'm an outdoor... girl," The negro executive whispered. "N-nigger. I-I'm a pissy o-outdoor nigger."

"That's right," Miss Cheryl agreed. Gently, coaxing the negress along. "And you were trying to undermine Miss Elly, weren't you?

"N-no!" Licking her lips, - "I wasn't. I really - I - "

Miss Cheryl tapped her foot doubtfully.

"I promise I wasn't. I..."

Big, wet brown eyes flicked back and forth, between secretary and daughter.

"I... I just wanted - I-I w-wanted to be useful. I just wanted to be useful," Elly's naked mother repeated pathetically, "T-to do it myself. For myself. W-without help, or..."

The black woman mumbled something, too low for any human ears.

"What was that?"

"I... I wanted to... be... myself."

Through the adjoining hall and kitchen, hissed the sound of the patio door sliding open. Carter, a-and Brand -

Cheryl sighed.

"Nessie, this is you, Sweetheart. You're an outdoor nigger."

The white woman's resigned, sympathetic tone had the weight of a door slamming shut.

"Apologize to your daughter."

From her place on the floor, Elaine's mom looked up. Sh-she...

"I... I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry, Elly." God, f-feeling... her mom's apology was so sincere, so broken, th-that Elly... "I am. I-I just thought..."

"Just let us do the thinking, and speaking, unless you're spoken to, Vanessa - Brand!"

Cheryl's hands clasped in front of her waist, revealing Elaine's breasts to the room. The white woman's change in tone, in demeanor when her stunningly handsome beau entered -

"Elly!" Pure excitement radiated from Cheryl. Schoolgirl happiness.

"There he is! Go and say 'hi'!"

Before Elly could open her mouth, the bare-chested black girl got a push. Cheryl's sharp nails playfully prodded her butt forward, all the way across the room, past her wide-eyed mother -

Cheryl almost giddily let Elaine go with a final thrust of her fingertips - right into Brand's big arms.

"H-h-hi," Elly stammered.

"Daddy," Cheryl reminded her with a pat. A pat and a with a whirl of her body - glass clinked on the coffee table.

G-god. Brown skin flushed hot, confused a-and -

"Hi, D-Daddy," Elaine murmured, unconsciously rotating her hips back... and forth.

"Hi, Big Girl," The white man grinned above Elly's head. Stroking her big girl t-titties, squeezing them a-and -

"What's all this? Is this what you're showing us?" Brand pinched the edge of Elly's freshly adorned Girl Scout sash.

"I - "

Behind Brand, coming around his back, Carter's evil eyes glimmered.

J-Jesus! A second pair of rough male hands touched, weighed, a-and fondled the negro girl's big, bare jugs. H-he and Brand - they, together -

"I-it's..." Stumbling in place, o-off balance and -ooh! "I did... m-my... work. Miss got me - Mi- Miss - M-Mo-" The **** of two grown white men - lifts, pulls, pinches to her stiff teen nips, i-it was too...

E-eyes rolling back into her head - it was t-too much. Gushing and squirming -

"Mommy!" Elly's knees gave out. Collapsed beneath her, without w-warning - her young body a-and heart simply unable to withstand the sudden... both of them...

"Off, off! What did you two do to her?" Cheryl, mock-stern, sheltered Elly, sh-she -

Carter... and Brand - laughed!

"Mommy's here, Sweetie."

The laughter increased, humiliating - s-stop. And whimpering, from Elly's mom - her naked, black mother...

"Jus' a little tiddie touchin'. You'd think we was hookin' them up to a car battery, though, way she squealed for 'Mommy' - right Nessie?"

"Ah - I-I-..."

A-a helping hand, M-... Miss Cheryl's hand, supported the colored girl's elbow. Helped her to her feet, and to take a step back.

"They... they - " Still trembling, still barely balanced, Elly h-hugged her white...

M-Miss.

"... I swear - like throwing meat to wolves." The white woman gently patted Elly's butt. Did... did a little circle stroke with her fingertips, under her skirt. "Here, Sweetie. You get first, then."

Cool glass, heavy with liquid, was pressed into the teenager's unsteady hand.

G-glass. Cheryl's support suddenly left, a-almost toppling - E-Elly felt her free arm cover her flushed young tits.

"And, you, Mister Barrington..."

She covered her breasts, a-and uncovered them under Carter's watchful gaze. Sh-she -

Allowing them to b-be. On display, the black girl knocked back a swift drink. A hard drink, of something painfully harsh.

"Perfect, Miss Thomas. Thank you for putting this together."

"Oh, this?" Cheryl gestured broadly to the table of drinks. "That was all our lovely Elaine,"

A low, anguished whimper sounded from Elaine's mom.

"You know how hard she's working to be useful. I don't even think she touched herself even once while she was cooking and clean- mph!" Cut off and swept up, swept away in a kiss...

"Mister Barrington," The white woman giggled, collapsing on the couch with her lover.

"You were saying, Elaine?" Brand...

"S-say-..."

"What you're showing us?"

Elaine shook her head, uncomprehending. Staring at Brand, a-at Cheryl - kissing and drinking, in each other's arms. Sharing warmth a-and each other. Not j-just... showing...

Elly cupped, a-and raised her breasts a bit. She -

"Arf..."

Elaine almost jumped. Close by her hip, barking too low for anyone else to hear, staring a-at the same scene Elly was -

WHAP!!

Shit! "Eeff!" Squealing - f-fu-! A stinging slap across her bare butt, under her skirt - and Elly did jump. Dancing -

"Saying 'bout the damn badges, Nigger! Wha'choo think I brought the camera for - not just yer tits!" Carter shook the silver, boxy object hanging on his chest, looped by a strap across his shoulder. "You got a pre-sen-tation. Right?"

"S-sorry! Yes, sorry, I..." Eyeing... Elly really didn't...

A camera? S-swallowing, mouth opening and closing like a fish -

No...

"I swear - how Affirmative Action gets these flighty sluts into college..."

Stooping low, Carter casually dragged Elly's mom away - one finger looped in her collar, with a wide glass and tall bottle of liquor in his other hand. ****, crawling, stubbornly dragging Mister Fluffy with her -

The dirty blonde plopped down on a tall armchair, with the abused negress at his feet - tail up, facing away, and a swiftly poured glass underneath her face.

"Make sure you show 'em things properly to the cam'ra."

Unlooping it from his shoulder, the white man angled, aimed the video recorder right at Elaine.

"Yer badges, an' yer tits."

The red 'recording' light went on.

With a drink in her hand, a sash dividing her bare breasts for a top, and with nothing... nothing in her head, the m-mute college girl...

"Go ahead, Sweetie!" Cheryl whispered encouragingly. "Point to one!"

"I..." Elly's finger pointed. B-breathe. Breathing... m-memories -

"Gosh, she froze up. Don't be scared, Sweetie."

"Did you cook tonight, Elaine?"

Elly licked her lips. "I, um, cooked." Blinking, blink-blinking - cooking. G-grounded by the recent memory, by the papery presence of her badge, and the requirements Cheryl had her read to get it - "The - um, I cooked a meal. I used proper food safety and preparation, a-and followed a recipe..."

Showing the camera, angling her pinned-on paper emblem and pointing, t-trying t-to stop her stiff dark nipples from - it felt like they were twisting they were so hard from the scrutiny -

"... And Miss Cheryl s-said - she said I could get the Simple Meals badge."

"Simple Meals?" Carter - Jesus, somehow apparently growing interest in his d-documentary, "You didn't have that badge from before - with all o' them up there?"

"I..." Elly shook - shook her head. "Most of these are for..." Outdoor things. While her parents were fighting, while she was quietly packed away for the summer, her mother working like crazy - "Th-this one is archery. There's, um, camping - oh, and cookies. These are for selling cookies..."

"We're looking at Advanced Meals, too." Cheryl bubbled, "There's hundreds of badges, covering all sorts of interesting activities - I mean, not all of them are going to be for... for a girl like Elly, but gosh, just thinking how special she could feel, the opportunities..." Miss Cheryl smiled brilliantly - sounding sincerely excited about the college student's ability to complete Brownie and Girl Scout activities.

She was excited. She... the white woman r-really... she...

"What else did you earn today? Elly, tell - B-Brand!"

Elaine j-jumped. Whatever the white man h-had done to Miss Cheryl -

"Pay - pay attention, Brand!" The white woman flushed excitedly, embarrassed. "She was so proud of these - be a good Daddy!"

Grabbing - quickly, Elaine furtively grabbed a shaky drink while everyone was distracted, taking a long sip while she... while she ignored the canoodling white couple. They... during her presentation - she hadn't even w-wanted to -

"House Elf!" Elly announced, stopping them. A - a little loud. A little tipsy.

Eyes - too many eyes turned on her. Cheryl smoothed her ruffled shirt, a-and Brand... pants bulging...

In a much quieter voice, wondering why she... r-regret blossoming... "Um, the H-House Elf badge is for... I did clean cleaning. Clean..."

God, they were staring. Miss Cheryl nodded at Elly to c-continue, but...

"I mean, green cleaning. L-like... with... less chemicals. I... my M-Mom..." Elly gestured, kind of. That... that mom.

"I... we cleaned, pre-cleaned the floor. Using, um, her..." Her mom's tongue, "U-using natural methods. No, um, harsh chemicals, o-or - "

"We also talked about making natural wipes for the girls," Cheryl supplied, "Reusable, cloth, using non-toxic ingredients. And ways to perfume them nicely. Elly?"

"Y-yes. Thank - "

"So you and your mother can suck them safely, after any girly leaks are cleaned," Cheryl proudly, practically gushing happily a-at... "Sucking, which will help save waste, and money, and water from washing! Right?"

God!

"Yes!" Elly hissed, just - just wanting Cheryl t-to stop! S-

Cheryl giggled. She... she was tipsy. She... and Brand...

A-and Elly stumbled a little in place, herself.

"Why don't you do just one more, Sweetie. Just... one."

One. Elly should have felt some small relief - but the way Cheryl was eyeing Brand, a-and the way Carter was too-quietly leering at her behind his camera...

Jesus. She - she had had sex with him. She...

"Do you need to borrow Mister Fluffy for a moment, before continuing?"

"N-no!" Elly - !

The white woman frowned.

Moderating her tone, much quieter, the bl-black girl shook her head. "Miss Cheryl, I... I don't think I -"

"Elaine - I think you'd better borrow Mister Fluffy. Find a little dry spot if you can, and then give him back to your mother."

Cowering against Carter's chair, burying her face, Elly's mother raised her hips.

"Quickly, now."

J-Jesus. The older negress's wet snatch parted with a sticky, wet... sound.

"Um..." Looking back at Miss Cheryl to see... see if she really had to...

Elly got a get-on-with-it nod.

In front of the camera, in front of everyone but her mom, Elly gingerly handled her stuffed friend - lifting her... her mom's tail, pulling...

"Let... let him, go, Mom." Elly gave her mom's tail a pull, her mom's anus - and Mister Fluffy...

Got released.

"See?" Cheryl whispered. "She's so much better with her mother, now, isn't she? No squabbling or hitting, just a little encouragement..."

"Mm-hmm," Brand agreed, "Very cooperative."

Turning the oversized stuffed animal in her hands, trying to find a spot that wasn't - e-eww.

Wet...

Or, crusty and s-stiff...

"No humping, Elly. Just a wipe."

God...! Taking a breath...

"Okay?"

B-breathing out her tingling, maddening, hot-cramping frustration - "Y-yes. Okay, M-Miss..."

Shutting her eyes, Elly used his forepaws, and forelimbs. Quickly wiping her quim, her... her thighs.

Jesus. Cheryl was right. Guiltily looking at the camera, watching its cold lens capture her raised skirt

"S-sorry..." Elly whispered to Mister... Mister Fluffy. He didn't deserve to be on film like this, used and wiped, up and down. Swiped up and down, a-across her bare, wet little -

"That's enough, Ell- "

"Mmp!"

The teen jerked away a-and stuffed him, quickly, back underneath her naked mother. Maybe a-a little too quick.

Elly settled the disturbed black woman's butt with a firm push back into place.

"Th-there girl..."

"There, Mom..." Mild disapproval fled Miss Cheryl's face - turning to a pleased nod.

God, Elly... flushing, grabbing a drink -

Bending over, feeling her skirt ride up, c-camera on her. Elly downed it.

"Petsh!" Elly announced, not quite whirling, mouth refreshed.

She b-blurted, too loud. The room whirled a little more.

"Um... P-Pet Care." Leaning down, presenting like a damn topless nigger news reporter, Elly rubbed... rubbed a gentle circle on one of her mother's smooth black buttcheeks.

Like a... a pet.

I-it was the camera. The audience, and ****. She...

"B-Blackie." Blackie. Like before, like n-not h-her mom, "Pets, like, um, Blackie need lots of love."

Oh, god. Reciting, remembering the official Girl Scout text, "This badge," E-Elly pointed to her sash, pointed her anxiety-hardened almost-purple nipples to the camera, "The Pet Care badge is awarded t-to Brownies that demonstrate - "

"Brownies..." Carter sniggered, ending a long pull of liquor. Even Brand s-started...

"Boys - shush!" E-even though - even though Miss Cheryl was struggling to keep a straight face, too, she. "Don't pay them any mind, Elly. Now, you were doing really well - in a strong voice... here."

Cheryl nodded. Inviting the shirtless teenager to continue...

"I... I, um..." In a louder voice, over Carter's obnoxious chuckling, "A-awarded to B-Brownies th-that learn about the cares a pet will need, like... demonstrating, um..."

"Feeding," Cheryl whispered, giving a big thumbs-up.

"F-feeding!" Elly, reporting on camera, looked at Carter - "And, shelter. Um..."

"Motivating," Cheryl whisper-prompted again.

"Motivating!" Elly, floundering, grasping... "Like... it's just a loan, but... but M-Bl-ackie really seemed to like Mister Fluffy, and... and you know..."

"Having company outside, in her new, um, house... she... I thought she'd like him. I..."

"Isn't that thoughtful?" G-god. Miss Cheryl -

"Nessie!" Brand's voice cracked like a whip. "No humping!"

Elly snatched her hand off her mother's broad butt. She - gross! A-n urge to spank - !

"The Mister Fluffy gift was an inspired idea, Sweetie. That was all Elly, by the way." Telling everyone, like Cheryl was talking h-her up, or helping her with the men - "What else?"

Just - panties.

"What else, Elly? Any more Keeps?"

Her... "p-panties."

"What was that? Just a little louder."

Elly, glancing at the camera, a-and then hiding her pretty brown face.

"... P-panties. My, um, panties."

That was it. That... drained, and drunk...

"Perfect!" Cheryl clapped.

Cheryl, seemingly absolutely serious, started clapping happily. Followed by Brand's heavier hands, while the humiliated black girl hid her downcast face.

"Wasn't she good?"

"She was," Brand agreed. "When she picked up. She's a natural show off - she's just a little shy. Show off a little, Elly. Give us a big smile - one last one, for the camera."

She... n-no...

The camera on her - she wasn't a sh-show-off. But...

The colored girl peeked up, and s-smiled. A little, nervously. And Uncle Carter fondled her tits a little. Like...

Like a little rough reward, that made her squirm in his hands, and made her skin crawl, and made h-her...

She s-smiled again.

"I think she's adorable. Isn't she adorable?" Curled up on the couch with her drink... w-with Brand, fingers curled around his big biceps, M-Mommy whispered in her too-loud whisper - "I almost used her, in the office, Brand. I really think I was close."

O-oh. Swallowing, still on camera - Elly's wide eyes darted to the various white figures around the living room.

"I got a little self-conscious, though. I mean..."

"We could always bring her upstairs with us," Brand casually - "She's a little more broken in."

B-broken - c-closing her kneeling thighs -

"Mm, I..." Cheryl, thinking, peering down at Elly - while not a-asking her. No one asking her what she... she wanted, or - "No..."

"Not this time. The girls have to get used to each other, and besides, your friend..."

"I'd need a little more to drink, I think, for that - and I have too much to do tomorrow. Later, though, Brand," Miss Cheryl promised earnestly, "I promise, I will. Everything you... I - you know how I feel - "

"No need for all that." Brand stood, and held out a hand for his girlfriend to grab. "You're right. On everything."

"Oh, don't worry none. Were all just goin' to get real comfortable here. Real comfortable with each other."

"Mm." Barely paying attention, Cheryl only had eyes for Brand - smile growing as he whispered in her ear. Her hand squeezed a puffball pigtail as she walked by...

"That sounds fine. Good night, Elaine. Be - "

Elly impulsively grabbed Miss Cheryl's hand. Sh-she...

God, she shouldn't have done that. She... she...

Trying to find an excuse, brain fuzzy with ****, she kissed Miss Cheryl's smooth palm. She - not too long, o-or weird. She just... kissed it.

"Good night, um," M- "Mommy..."

"Be good." Cheryl smiled, and walked away - and Elaine had to let the white woman's straight, elegant fingers slip away from her hands.

"'Night, Nessie," Miss Cheryl called, almost as an afterthought, from the stairs.

"Big day tomorrow, girls. Do as your uncle says." Brand's rumble... his... almost a threat...

They were disappearing. And gone. And a harsh unzipping noise shivered inside Elly's ear. Turned away... staying turned away from the... the thing she could feel waiting, white and veiny...

"Been hard, keepin' this in. But, it might upset a classier sort of bitch." Standing -

"Guh..." Elly's mother grunted as Carter's erect dick slapped the side of her head. Pouring drinks, spilling brown liquor carelessly, he returned, and waved them around.

"Have another drink. Nessie - you, too."

Elly hardly needed another. She... she really didn't, maybe, sh-she -

She looked at her mom. And a-at Carter - Uncle Carter. At his... pants.

At It, and at the cold lens of his video recorder, left on the chair cushion - turned off for the moment.

God help her. She took her drink, quick, downing it and n-not... not heaving.

God help her. Her mother's naked warmth beside her - she was really there. She was really there, s-somehow. Somehow...

"H-how?" Elly gasped aloud, still... still half ****. Head swimming.

Carter ignored her.

"Monkeys."

The black women winced. Together, as one, th-they -

"Jus' need a li'l encouragement - trainin'. Like any other animal."

"Nessie? You get a smack in the face sometimes, when you're an uppity ol' nigger. Don't cha'?"

"Uh..." On the floor, tail up her butt, drinking -

"Or jus' when I'm feelin' mean sometimes, Niglet." Uncle Carter tapped Elaine's cheek - darkly bruised, from where she had been hit before. "That's jus' life for you girls. Colored girl life. Okay?"

Elly... Elly, ****, chin s-suddenly pinched by Carter's work-hardened fingers, didn't know what to say.

"Li'l Elly?"

D-didn't. Except - she nodded.

"O-okay."

He smiled. Breath smelling o-of hard liquor, faintly of old cigarettes...

Carter smiled. Picking up his camera, picking up Elly's mother by her hair, and placing the older negress's soft... firm warmth side-by-side with her daughter's...

"C'mere, boy. We're going to have us a show."

"Maybe even a series. Nessie already has 'er own little series, but..."

A severely bedraggled looking Mister Fluffy joined Carter on the chair - helping support his recorder-wielding arm.

"Why don't choo girls do a little intro-duction. Names, relationship.

"P-please... not her face. Don't film... and - names. Not names. C-can't you just - don't." Pulling on his pant leg, "Carter, please - "

WHAP!

A hard slap, harder than... and knowing - knowing from experience wh-what that felt like, what -

"Please, Sir, U-Uncle - "

Jesus! Elly's stupid, stupid, stupid mother -

"V-Vanessa Lockley," Elaine blurted. Ignoring her mother's horrified twitching. Her silent mouthing 'no'.

Carter put his calloused hand down, and the red, recording light of the camera lit tiny and searing.

"This..." Presenting again, j-just another, "Um. This is my... my mom. Vanessa Lockley." Touching her mother's hair...

It somehow felt like - like the thing to do. Tipsy, in front of the camera.

"I'm... I'm Elaine Lockley."

"That's a good girl, Elly." Carter sat back, red face calming, "Yer daughter a good girl, 'Nessa?"

Silence. J-just -

A small slap to the side of her mom's tits sent a jiggle through all four pressed-together breasts.

"Yes. I... she's good." Elly saw... saw her mom fondling where Carter had slapped her tits. "A good girl."

"She's pretty, too. Ain't she?"

Nod. N-nod -

"... Yes, sir. She - "

"How do you know? Look at 'er." Using a rough hand to guide their shoulders, "Face each other, 'cept look at the cam'ra when you're talkin'."

Guided... and allowing it, mother a-and daughter -

"Yeah. Tha's better. Now - she's a pretty li'l monkey, ain't she?"

"She's... very... very pretty," Elly's blushing mother met... for just an instant, met her eyes. "I-I mean," Turning to the camera, "Yes. She's, um... shes..."

"Pretty," Carter grinned. A-and Elly's mom nodded. And dropped... dropped her head. Looking down.

Looking at Elly's bare breasts. Fidgeting with her fingers. Rubbing her palms up... and down her own smooth thighs.

"You're alright, too, Nessie. In the right light, you could practic'ly be sisters."

"That was a compliment, Nigger."

"Thank... thank you. Sir."

"Mm. You like that. Kiss."

Kiss.

It... they had, before. They...

Oh, god.

Moving, and stopping, and hesitating, the blushing black mother and daughter grew close. H-hoping, somehow...

Stop.

Their lips... met. Squished, a-and...

God! It was weird. Wrong, a-and - stop!

"Mom? Don't be afraid to slip little Elly some tongue. Dont be shy - you tongued her pussy often enough growin' up."

Even though it wasn't true, Elaine almost retched. Her mother's wet tongue slipping along her lips, sh-she -

The camera dropped. Recording off.

"It's a start. Nessie? Give yer daughter a li'l compli-ment."

Th-the kiss broke, and a thin strand of sticky saliva broke - slapping Elly's chin.

"H-huh?"

"Somethin' nice, Dummy." Carter, not raising his voice, not even unkindly, "Somethin' warm an' cute, to make her feel good."

The women -

"Um... E-Elly..."

"Comfort 'er a little."

'Comfort' - a hand, Elly's mother's hand gently touched her elbow. Thumb moving in a circle...

The camera was back up.

"Ah, Elly..."

"You - you are a good... you're..." The black woman shivered, and shuddered.

"Your lips are s-soft, baby," Female fingers touched, for a moment touched Elly's chap-sticked lips. Barely, fleeting, and fleeing.

Soft.

"Perfect."

Elaine... swallowed.

"An' Niglet? Wasn't that nice? You say 'thank you'."

I-in spite of herself, what her mom said... Elly wanted to hide in sarcasm, in loathing, b-but...

"... Thank you." Elly...

"See? She likes that, Nessie. Use yer names, though. It sounds nice - call 'er 'Mom', Elly."

"Thank you, um, Mom."

"Try another one. Say somethin' nice, an' make it hot. Feelin' tits, an' all that."

Blushing, and h-hating. Hating herself, head swimming, Elaine's fingers searched her mother's tight stomach, and waited, waited to feel...

Her mother wasn't... wouldn't make the first move. Like... she was waiting for permission, or putting - putting the blame on Elly.

God damn her.

"Ohp!"

With a sudden, lifting motion, her mother's heavy brown breasts filled Elaine's hands, firm nipples probing her palms. She -

"Oh..." Elly bit her lip. Getting felt. Female touch... head swimming...

God! Sh-she didn't want t-to...!

Squirming... fondled on film...

It didn't feel good.

It didn't.

It didn't. It didn't. It -

"Yeah. You like that."

F-fuck! Fucker. Edging closer, squeezing her mother's knee with her thighs...

"Give yer Momma a nice compliment, Elly - a nice one. Somethin' that you mean."

"Your - " 'Your hair is lovely, Mother', Elly almost sarcastically...

Something 'nice'.

"Your eyes are...

"Thank..." The older woman - Jesus, tears jumped into Elly's mother's eyes. "Thank you, b - "

Carter's shoe prodded Elly's butt, interrupting the moment with an unbalanced ripple of motion. Holding onto each other - thighs and breasts for support, "Nuh-uh. No lips or eyes - somethin' not in kiddie territory, slut. For tha' camera."

Her... pressure working under Elly's buttocks, a-angling in for her anus, so close she... breathing i-in...

"Somethin' good."

Breathing in...

"Somethin' you mean."

There was just... cut through by the smell of hard ****, there was one thing Elly couldn't shove away.

"Uh... um, M-Mom - "

"Look 'er in the eye."

E-Eye. Elly gathered her courage a-and her tongue, starting again...

"Mom," Looking at her mother's face straight, h-hands ... "Mom, I - I like, I... since I came home, i-it's - "

"Make it juicy."

Fuck! Fuck him, i-it was - ! It was s-so fucking disgustingly - !

Almost bouncing in frustration, **** to take a breath to calm herself, Elly opened her mouth again. Th-the same sick words, before she had been interrupted over and over...

"I like your... it's your smell, Mom," Elly began. And, no Carter. J-just...

"E-everywhere... everywhere we've been going, no matter what I'm doing, it's been there. A-affecting me." Breathing, swallowing, whispering -

"Turning me on."

"A-and it's constant. It's constant with you." Drunken words, drunken thoughts that would never gave occurred to her sober, that she never would have allowed - "You're like a walking nig- n-nigger pheromone factory! I cant even be by you without... I hate it, I hate you because..."

"I don't want it. I don't want t-to think of that, with you. I don't - I don't want to. Smelling it - it's like an invasion, a-a little..." ****. A...

Shaking, quaking, Elly pulled away, p-pulled f-from that.

She pressed closer. She looked into her mom's eyes, hurt and angry a-and - it was her mother's fault. It was -

"Every time - every time... before we even got... s-tarted, uh... together, as soon as I returned home, I noticed it."

"It's been driving me crazy, M-Mom. Since the moment I walked in the door, it's been torturing me."

"I can't stop it. I can't stop thinking about it."

It was more than... for a moment Elly hadn't... Carter hadn't been there. The camera hadn't. She hadn't even known how she felt, everything she was going to say, b-but -

Before Carter could fucking tell her to, she kissed her mother's shocked, slack-stupid mouth. She kissed, and her nostrils flared for air.

"You coulda' jus' said you like the way yer mom's pussy smells."

Elaine laughed. In spite of herself, in spite of everything - lips pressed against her mother's, she l-laughed.

A moment later, dead serious - serious as the white-hot knife twisting in her guts, ripping her apart, Elaine looked at the camera.

"I like the way your pussy smells, Mom."

Elaine spoke as clearly as she'd ever spoken anything before. And she looked deep into her mom's big brown eyes, before Carter could speak another word and -

Jesus Christ. The old bitch looked like she was about to faint.

It took everything Elly had not to slap the shit out of her mom, right there, for the camera.

She kissed her mother, instead. Surging forward, tightening her grip, digging in and pulling the soft flesh of the breasts she was kneading, Elaine kissed her mom hard - sliding her wetness up the negress's firm thigh. Feeling hairy wetness slide up her own.

Grinding on her mother, sloppy drunk, Elly looked straight up when she felt a barrier brush the back of her head. Carter's encouraging hand, while he loomed over the incestuous kiss.

Camera in hand.

Her mom... her mother, eyes hard-closed, never stopped kissing - even when Elly's lips stilled. She didn't stop kissing when Elaine swallowed, a-allowing Uncle Carter's hard cock to slide between their pillowy negro lips.

"That's a kiss. Keep it goin' - couple o' nigger bitches, makin' love to a big white bone."

"Keep it goin'. All the way to the balls. Grindin' each other's pussies."

It slid between them. All the way down, to Carter's wiry-haired scrotum. Twined together - Elly didn't think she could separate from her mom if she tried. She... her hands, her mother's hands...

Th-they were all over each other. All over Carter's testicles, bobbing and suckling for the camera, m- "Mhmm..." Moaning!

"That's a couple niggers." Eyes on the curved lens of the camera, sucking balls with her mother - "White cock only, for these bitches."

If Elly... if her mother would just... s-stop her goddamn thighs, and lips...!

"Yer goin' to get real used to this. Real used to each other."

"Ggh-..." D-disgusted...

And disgustingly, her mom w-was going. Licking her way up the white man's shaft without prompting.

"Mm. Maybe you wanna be famous?" Carter tapped the camera, "Girls?"

"N-no!" Popping the testicle out of her mouth, Elly looked up - earnest and scared and hanging onto Carter's stiff cock with her hand, "Pl-mmh!"

Elaine's eyes crossed, focused on the dick sliding into her open mouth. D-dick, and her mother's roaming hands...

"Then you'd better get better."

G-god... masculine taste, smooth penis in her mouth...

"We can keep a secret, if you girls can. Do you wanna keep a secret with ol' Uncle Carter?"

Elly nodded. Drunken head bobbing agreeably, t-touching Uncle Carter, stroking and sucking -

His cock exited the teenager's lips, and was immediately swallowed by her mother.

"Llp..."

Christ.

"Sllp...ll-lkk..."

Carter didn't even guide it in. Elly's mom just... did it. Hairy pussy pressing into the firm muscle of the teen's thigh...

"Say it."

"I..."

"Sllk..."

Holy shit. Her mom...

"I, um..."

"Sllp..."

Her mom was sucking! L-like... her mouth full, her proud black features sliding up and down his dick...

Elly shook out of her trance. Shining eyes up, o-off her mother's face and hollow cheeks, she nodded. "Um, yes. We... Mom and I..."

Elaine sidled around her mother's back. Pressing close, looking up with her scared, pretty face, she nodded, "We wanna keep a secret, Uncle. S-sir."

"Mhn!"

"We do." They had to. Th-they...

"Hlkk..."

"Good girl..." Carter petted... petted Elly's cheek, while her mother attended her work. "I knew I liked you for a reason."

Tilting her head with her hands, the white man made... he made Elly watch.

Elly watched, while her mom slid up... and down. Always in motion, slurping and sucking, pink t-tongue flicking -

"Shl-llp..."

"Mm. Yer mom's a good cock sucker, ain't she?"

Carter looked down at Elly. He, and the camera, looked at her looking.

Licking her lips in embarrassment, "Um, y- "

"We'll have 'er teach you sometime. Yeah, Niggy?"

"Sh-llkH!"

J-Jesus.

Pressed against her mother's back, body following the motion of her mom's dick sucking, Elly...

"Mh...!"

"Um... yeah," The drunk teen whispered.

"MhH-llp!"

"Yeah," Carter agreed. Jaw flexing, tensing -

"Kiss 'er ear, Niglet."

Buried in her mother's hair, the delicate skin of the rim of her mother's ear in her lips...

"Nigger likes that. Encourage her."

Elly... oh... god...

"Tell 'er she's a good."

"Keep going, Mom..." Breathing into her mother's ear, big breasts in her hands and moving her hips with her mother's butt... "You're good, Mom."

Jesus, she was so drunk. Hot, and drunk, a-and -

Fuck! She - "Suck it good."

Her mom's head responded, bobbing harder, moaning, and her damn tail... flossing... sliding along Elly's little teen slit -

"S-suck it, Nigger," Elly gasped. Head spinning, stomach plummeting -

"Touch 'er."

Elly was already... one arm was wrapped around her Mom's hips, her fingernails were tangled in the negress's damp pubic hair. Playing with her curls, pushing her mother into a rhythm so E-Elly could bump, jiggle and hump -

"Make the slut like it."

The colored girl slipped her fingers down further, into the fold of her mother's dripping black slit. Frigging her mom's f-fucking nasty black bean.

F-fuck!

"Open up." Carter's palm tilted Elly's head back. "Open, Pretty Girl."

Slimy, worked white dick slid out... and towards Elaine's lips. S-smearing... "Mmh!"

"Tell her she's gotta take it, Blackie."

Cock, slick with her mother's saliva, entered Elaine's wet mouth.

"Tell 'er..."

"Take it, Elly." Her mother's voice, husky and labored - "We..."

In - in and out. Sucking it, tasting it in front of her mom...

"Niggers always gotta take it," The older woman whispered.

"N-niggers..." Elaine's mom found Elly's hand, and held it against her breast - against her heart, squeezing Elly's fingers until it hurt.

"Niggers always have to take it, baby. You... I..." Looking... head turned back, looking at Elaine, the mother's eyes welled with tears.

"I'm sor-RmPH!"

In one motion Carter slid his cock out of Elly's head, and stuffed its sloppy length straight in, and down her mother's throat.

"Mm-Gp!"

Holy - !

"M-Mom!!" E-Elly - !

Jesus! Her mother was still looking at her, still with those same apologetic eyes, but her face... the most h-horrible... face contorted in pain, Carter j-just grabbed her head, and...

"GhHlk!"

Thrust! And thrust and thrust a-and -

"GLk-gHKk-Gkk-GKk - !"

And Elly's mom k-kept her mouth o-open! Not even s-sucking, no lips closed around it, mouth wide and teeth simply back and away while the fucking brute pistoned her mom's head, ever deeper, slapping his balls into her the negress's chin.

"Fuck, nigger!"

"You! Niglet! Put her on!"

Her - ?

Carter grabbed Elly's wrist, replacing his hand with hers.

"Do it, or I'm gonna do you. Stick yer momma on my cock, cunt."

Grinding against her mother's soft butt, fingering her mother's hairy snatch from behind, Elly pushed her mom's head down, pistoning it hard.

Ignoring... forcing the awful sounds out of her mom's mouth, operating as one female unit, Elly grabbed her mother's hair and put her whole body into it, into pumping Carter's fat white dick and frigging her mother's black bean.

"Hold 'er... hold 'er in place," Hand over Elaine's, together they held her mom down. "I don' want a mess - get it right in her stomach."

"There it goes...."

"-Kff!" If Carter didn't want a mess, Elly didn't know... holding her mom's head, stuff, gross... stuff spewed out. Coughed up, past his dick.

"Hold it. There it goes..."

"Gllk!"

The teen could feel, feel her mother swallowing. G-gulping for air. Holding - against all her instincts holding her mom in p-place for that -

Stepping back, Carter pulled it out. And Elly, pushing her mother's head to his pubes, almost toppled both women without his support. Grabbing the older women's breasts at the last minute, she held...

Held her mom. Held her, while she swallowed, and coughed, a-and -

"Give us a smile. Close with a happy family smile, girls."

Messy, and sticky, a-and...

And i-it was the last thing. Over. It was almost over, her day her nightmare, her poor mother. She just...

Elaine wrapped her arms around her mother's shoulders and turned a big, empty smile up to the camera, until the red light went dim.