Revelations

"Morning, Mom."

Vanessa nearly jumped out of her skin.

"H-hi." Nessie s-smiled, "Hi, Elly."

Nessie smiled, and turned to the stairs beside her. F-**** her brown face cheeks to pull the corners of her lips upwards.

At eye level, her daughter's ten perfect brown toes uneasily scrunched and pulled at the carpeted steps.

"Mother." A flat voice drew Vanessa... u-up. Her false, panicked smile tried to meet her daughter's gaze upwards while her wide eyes ventured over long, smooth brown legs, an oversized crisp white button up shirt, to her daughter's face. She -

Her eyes fell again, pulling the middle-aged negress back to...

"Where - where'd you get that shirt?" Her daughter was in a... a man's shirt. A shirt Vanessa had washed herself. Br-

"Where's Brand?" Elly ignored the question. A motion of the teenager's hand physically swept it aside.

Brand. Brand's shirt.

Vanessa felt her mouth move, working to formulate a question and an answer, both. Tangling her brain and her tongue while her daughter, back straight, was already in motion - descending the stairs and brushing past her.

"U-um, he's..." Shirt. Elly...

Vanessa's world was spinning. Moving, behind her daughter. Flimsy black slip clinging to her free swinging tits and her pumping brown thighs, bare feet following bare feet. Brand - Brand was...

"Um, the other way, I think. The study. He has work, I... I was..."

"He has work," Elly noted.

Nessie hung her head.

Vanessa let her hair fall over her face, concealing her face. No work. Not until Monday at the earliest, Brand had told her. That was if Miss Cheryl said it was okay. If Mommy -

Elly brushed past her for the second time, this time her shoulder so close that the older woman's Vanessa's erect nipples touched her in passing, rubbed against their smooth, braless concealment.

Some trace of Brand, some smell, followed her daughter's passage. Her shirt.

His shirt. Her daughter.

"E-Elly... wait."

Elly didn't pause, or shrug, or stumble or turn her head.

Or wait.

Elly was already half a hallway away, and... and perhaps hadn't heard her mother's croak of a protest.

"Elly." Nothing. Swallowing... "E-Elaine!"

Elaine sped up her steps.

Heart fluttering, heart leaping, heart pumping cold anxiety and hot jealousy, the negro mother pursued.

What had she done?

The railing. It was her humping, her... her fault. Something had happened. With Elly. With Brand. The shirt. Something had...

Brand.

The door opened, and - a car crash, in slow motion. The black woman's daughter floated, and flew, into thick arms, a seated lap, rolling Brand's office chair back. One knee up on the seat, bent over right in front of Vanessa, baggy shirt sliding up teenage thighs until it barely covered her butt, Elly hugged Brand desperately.

She hugged - completely, without reservation, without holding back.

She hugged like Nessie remembered. Like only her little girl could.

And Brand hugged her back. Held Vanessa's little girl, held her hair, and looked right at the stupefied negress paused mid-step in the doorway.

"No chasing girls, Nessie!" Brand laughed.

"Mh!" Elly, instantly out of Brand's lap, smoothed her... his shirt, and tugged it as low as it would go.

Halfway down her brown thighs.

"Oh - sorry," The big man immediately sobered, "A work joke, Elaine. You see, sometimes..."

A w-work?! Nessie, her mouth g-gulping like a goldfish, her poor female brain -

Clearing his throat, Brand flashed an apologetic smile Elly's way. Elly's. "Ah, nevermind. You... probably don't want to hear about it."

"I don't." Elaine... after a moment, Elly cracked an abashed smile, eyes and face not quite turned enough away for her mother to miss it. "Ugh. I - "

It was a bad dream. If Nessie hadn't felt every bit of her cold hosing, her cramping rectal cleaning that morning, it might have... would have been a dream.

And the man who did it, who had seen her naked, seen her... her daughter... long fingers touched his collar.

Long fingers wrapped with his, weaving white with brown, and rotating down.

Together.

"Elly - get..."

Fearful and seething a-a-and jealous and - her baby!

"Get away from him!"

Vanessa yelled.

Spit literally flying from her lips, a wild-eyed Nessie yelled - into the quiet office, at the hand-holding couple.

Vanessa yelled herself into a muted reaction and utter, crushing social awkwardness.

"M-Mom?"

Brand frowned.

"Vanessa! What is the matter with you?!"

Nessie shrank, a-and... swallowed some of the drool that had pooled under her tongue, that had shot out of her mouth. She swallowed, and her eyes -

"Didn't you make enough of a scene last night? Isn't it bad enough that you chased your daughter in here?"

"Are you okay, Elaine?"

Elly, under her mother's eyes, the back of her thigh stroked by a white hand... Elly's full lips pressed tight, and the teenager nodded. "I'm okay. I - I was just startled." Leaning into Brand, "I..."

"Vanessa - what do you need to say?"

Two set of eyes fixated on the middle-aged mother. Brand's... Elly's. Elly, shirt partially unbuttoned, revealing the curve of her clavicle and the shifting swells and valley of her unsupported young ti-

T-tugging. Tugging Brand's shirt down her toned thighs, and crossing the opening of her top closed.

... Frowning, with Brand. Eyes, watching Vanessa's eyes.

"I'm sorry. Elly - Elaine. Brand. E-" Elly. "I'm..."

N-not sorry - not for shouting. Just - Elly...

"Sorry," Nessie mumbled, and ... and didn't stomp her foot. Didn't. Just - wanted to. Just raised her heel, a-and down, grinding it into the fucking carpet.

"That's not an apology. 'Sorry' for...?"

"I... Brand, that's okay." Elly shifted uncomfortably, "She's - " Vanessa felt her daughter's eyes. On her. H-her body, then searching her no-makeup, battered black face.

She felt them when they left her, and turned to Daddy for support.

"Elaine. Trust me," Nessie watched her daughter's big eyes blink for the white man beside her. "You need to create clear boundaries for Nessie - for your mother."

Vanessa could see her daughter l-listening and...

And watched her nod, slowly, while Brand squeezed her firm thigh approvingly.

"It's best. Vanessa - isn't it?"

Best?

"Um..." Nessie mumbled, grinding her heel, "Um..."

"Look your daughter in the eyes, Vanessa."

The stern male voice snapped Vanessa's roaming peepers to her d-daughter's blinking, wary brown eyes.

"Um, sorry." Unbidden, immediately grabbed by expectation and wretched, wrenching guilt - "S-s-sorry, for sh-shouting, Elly," Vanessa choked, a-and felt an awkward, teary, pleading half smile pulling her cheeks -

Don't.

Moments ticked by. Uncomfortable moments of Nessie trying not to fidgit, or smile, or loom. Of her struggling to breathe at all in the thick, oppressive atmosphere.

"No." Elaine took a deep breath, and with one approving nod from Brand looked squarely at the slip-clad negress. "Mother, I need much more from you than that. Yelling is the least of it. Chasing and..."

Slender fingers visibly tightened on Brand's shoulder, gripping for support.

"Brand's right." Elly nodded confidently.

Just before her face fell, before her voice became lost and whispery.

"Yesterday, Mom." Elly... "Upstairs, before you fell."

"You know what I mean, Mother. What were you...? Mom - Mom, why?"

Why. Nessie thumbed, her fingers slid along, pinched along while her thumb picked at her chastity belt with a long nail.

"Nessie. Just be honest. Elaine deserves that, she deserves an explanation, and an apology."

The oppressive atmosphere was - it squeezed her. The room and Brand and Nessie's daughter all squeezed her until...

"I thought I was alone, that I - "

The mother glanced up, and back down, watching her daughter's toes for the reaction she couldn't bear to see on her girl's face. "I didn't think you'd see me. I wasn't thinking. Elly - I wasn't." It wasn't on purpose. It... "I didn't..."

"She can't control it sometimes, Elly. The humping. Is that what you mean, Vanessa? You can't control it?"

Oh, god. Brand to the rescue. 'The humping'. Brand...

Nessie nodded, nodded too vigorously, hair flopping, tummy twisting, and avoided her daughters eyes.

The humping. H-humping -

Toes. Long, clean brown toes.

"But that's no excuse, is it Nessie?"

Dying of shame, eyes on... eyes... Vanessa shook her head as hard as she'd been nodding.

"Vanessa - your words."

"Y-yes. No. No excuse." Elly... it was a dream. Like showing up naked to - to - "Sorry. Sorry, I h-hump - "

Fuck! Shut...!

Nessie gestured down, to her locked-up, gushing, hose-washed crotch - before grabbing her own hand, folding it in front of her like that was her intention all along.

The negress held onto her hand in front of her slip, between her legs, and shut her flapping fucking mouth.

And realized the attention was off her anyway. They hadn't even heard the last... and out of the spotlight, what should have been relief -

Brand was out of the office chair, comforting Nessie's daughter. Holding her close, one hand across the small of her back, the other -

The other slipping under the loose-fitting shirt. Almost out of sight, on the far side and further hidden by Elly's angling - not hidden enough. Up the back of the teenager's thigh, bunching up the bottom of the long shirt, knuckles underneath the fabric shifting where a big hand grasped her tight round ass - p-p-pulling and squeezing and -

The... the nerve! Her daughter, her...! The... the fucking nerve! The confidence that Vanessa wouldn't say... w-wouldnt...!

She would. She... she would. She would do something. She -

Nessie watched.

Watched her daughter, in the fever of new affection, teen affection, kissing Brand's neck, nuzzling into him right in front of Vanessa. Going from his neck, stretching to his mouth, his lips -

Brand stopped Vanessa's precious girl with a single finger on her shoulder.

"Hang onto that - later." The white man smiled, and closed with a grope that... Nessie actually saw her daughter sh-shimmy into like -"I have to concentrate on this for a while longer, and your mother..."

Clutching the hem of her slimpy black slip, breathing hard in the shadow of the doorway, N-N-Nessie... Nessie stared, and swallowed while Elaine swiveled her head, looked back at her. Seemingly recalling again that her mother was looking - and had the decency to flush and turn back to Brand, her eyes averted and her brown skin tone deepening.

"You're helping me, Elaine. Remember."

"I remember." Elly, licking her own thick pink lips, just shy of kissing more - "I remember everything."

"Anything," The colored girl promised, eyes shining beautifully.

The... the little - !

Eyes darkening dangerously, as they turned on her mother.

Vanessa... hands smoothing...

"Sorry," Nessie whispered, apologizing for private thoughts and p-private... a-and smoothed her slip. Touched her thighs.

"Go ahead, Mother."

Vanessa - Nessie nodded.

Elly waited.

"Mother." Elly waited impatiently. "You go first. In front."

O-oh. In front.

Oh.

In front - where she c-couldn't...

"Go to the kitchen."

Nessie, failing and faltering, stepped into the hallway. Followed her daughter's instructions - stepping along, bumping along, squeezing her sphincter around the unsatisfying bulb inside.

"Um, Mom?"

Stepping, shuffling -

"Mother."

A hand touched Nessie's slumped shoulder from behind. Freezing her. Turning her.

Turning her to Elly, eyes open and searching.

"Mom... I thought you were okay with this. Brand. That..."

The teen smiled, a little lost, and - "Or - not okay, exactly. Not okay. But..."

A hand, Elly's hand, brushed Nessie's cheek, under her blackened eye. "... What's wrong with you?"

N-

Nigger.

Nessie picked at the edge of her metal chastity belt. Through her black slip... picking with her nails, th-then sliding up, over her beasts, hugging her chest.

"Am I - is it my fault? For going away? Or is this something that you always...? Are..."

The teenager closed her eyes, only opening them after a pained breath.

"This... all this, what's happening with me, is weird enough for me without you being - what are you doing?"

"Elly - I'm..." God. She... "I-it's not me. Not just me. This isn't - " Brand. One word, but Nessie...

There was too much at stake. James. Her eating cum off E-Elly's picture and -

"No, Mom - what are you doing??"

Nessie -

Sh-shit!

Arms crossed over her ribs, long fingers were rhythmically, smoothly stroking the sleek, no-friction fabric of the shift over Vanessa's free-hanging breasts. Stroking, curve to nipple to curve to -

"Mother!"

Teenage hands swatted, "Eew!" Snatched, "Ugh!" Grab-grabbed Nessie's wrists, yanking them down and away, turning her palms up and out.

"Mom! What - !" Elly looked around, as if someone might be watching. Looked around, side to side, and lowered her voice. "Uh-ugh! What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry! I - "

At her daughter's dark, mortified look, hands snatched up like a child who had been in the cookie jar, Nessie turned her voice down into a murmur. "I - I-I was just..." Stroking her tits, feeling up her - "I didn't mean to. I was just - calm. Trying to..."

Elly just looked angrier with every word. M-more -

"Elly..." E-every second she stayed - worse.

"Elaine, go. Please - "

"No."

"Mother - I'm staying." The hands on Nessie's wrists tightened. Elly's face... "I can't go back to school right now. If you had a moment to listen, if I could just talk to you, you'd know that I can't. You'd know I..."

The teen's mood had swung. Releasing Nessie's wrists in disgust, she... she sounded so fierce, so certain, she... Nessie could only stand before her, and wilt, and nod haplessly.

"This is where I need to be. However jealous or not or... however you're getting, this is..." Brand somehow - Nessie opened her mouth.

Elly's look shut it.

"And - if this has been what's going on without me, if this is what you've been doing -"

Vanessa... Vanessa raised a hand, t-to brush her fluffy, itchy hair from her -

Elly grabbed her wrist, and firmly put it down.

"No! Mom - !"

"I - I-I-I wuh-wasn't..."

"Mom - No."

"I - m-my..." Hair, just... Vanessa tried to move her hand, to indicate she had been trying to reach for her h-hair -

A weak tug and - worse. The grip on Nessie's wrist tightened further. Her daughter's mouth and eyes narrowed, hardened...

"No. Not in front of me. You do that in private."

Oh, god.

"Understand?"

Godgodgod -

"S-sorry," Nessie mumbled, and let her hand fall limp. Indicated that she...

She wouldn't move. Not without permission. "S- "

Finally, slowly, Elaine released her grip.

"Sorry."

Hand free, wrist free, Vanessa suppressed the urge to adjust her fluffy hair. Hands distressingly **** down - by her hips, only. By her chastity belt, while her nappy fro tickled and bothered her brow.

"S-sorry."

Sorry. Sorry, sorry...

Eyes down, not daring to move, not daring to... the negro woman's nervous fingers picked, through her slip, at the slim metal band squeezing her hips.

"Mom..." Her body remaining at maximum distance, not stepping nearer, Elly's fingers tentatively touched... touched where Nessie was picking and -

Nessie froze. She didn't look, didn't breathe, didn't cry or think or -

"Mom - what... what is that?"

Vanessa's daughter slid her fingers along, testing the unyielding, smooth band beneath.

"What is that?"

"I..."

"Mom, what are you wearing?" Elly's hand retreated. "It's - "

"-astity..."

Sh-shut -

"What?"

Shut up. Nessie, shut the fuck -

"Chastity belt," Nessie's mouth mumbled unbidden, "I-it's, um..."

Hands... fingers picking, then Nessie's hands found the hem of her slip, lifted a bit. Cool air brushing her hot thighs...

The teenager hopped a half step back.

"Mom! Jesus, god! I don't need to see it!" Elly laughed a little. Choked a little. Looked a little ill. "I know what a chastity belt is!"

"I mean... um, kind of."

Elly cleared her throat, and some glimmer in her eyes... some conflicted, prurient curiosity...

"Is it... is it, like...?"

Hands clenched, teeth clamped firmly shut, poor Vanessa stood and only moved under her slip, twitched inside her cage, as Elly bent sideways at the waist. Looking.

G-gasping. A horrified smirk playing across Elaine's gorgeous brown face.

"Jesus, Mom!" The colored girl straightened, "Your thighs! They're all," Both of Elaine's unsoiled hands flapped back and forth, as if to remove some clinging substance. "Is that all... all - you know? Y-you?"

Elaine laughed. A nearly hysterical burst, "Mom - gross!"

S-stop! Stop... Hands trembling, still holding...

"No wonder you're bouncing like...!"

"Ugh!"

Somewhere, somewhere in the abject revulsion, the...

Maybe.

Maybe if she could... if she could... she might be able to think straight. Act right. She -

"Elly?" Nessie breathed, whispered.

Burning, she couldn't... like it was the most important question of Nessie's life.

A fix.

If she could, it would... she might start to sort out... might... would...

"Elly - can you ask Brand to take it off?"

Oh, god. Elly's face... Nessie rushed on, nodded, stepped nearer, let go of her slip t-to grab her daughter's hand - "There's a key. He won't listen to me, h-he might listen to you. I - "

"Mom!" Elly yelled. Laughed, and yelled, and backed up, yanking her hand free. Wiping it on Brand's shirt, front and back. "I'm not going to - eew! You... you're serious? Mom!"

S-sorry... "S-sorry."

"Please." God, Elly... "Elly, please!"

"Mom! Stop!" E-E-Elly... stop. Just - "No. No no no. No way."

"I can't believe you'd ask me that." Disgusted. "Me!"

Disgusting.

Her nappy hair, maddening, tickling her ear...

"I can't believe you'd...! What kind of -"

Nessie raised her hand to brush.

Elly grabbed her wrist. "Mom! I said no touching - "

Whap!

Some stinging slap jerked Nessie's face. Stopped the itching.

Stopped the itch.

Her own slap.

And Nessie was free of her daughter's hand. Her daughter's authority.

Whap!

Vanessa gasped, and groaned, loose tits jiggling. Advancing, advancing on her daughter -

Whap! Whap!

Tits stinging, and jiggling at Elly. Elly, not stopping her, not holding her back. Elly, backing up while the older negress -

"B-Brand!"

Whap! Whap! Nessie punished her -

Whap! WHAP!

"Brand... Brand!"

Whap!

"Vanessa! Nessie!"

Tears in her eyes, eyes on her daughter, advancing slapping and flopping her big jugs -

Strong hands, white hands grabbed her shoulders. For a moment Nessie tried to move through, move past, focused and fixated on Elly...

She just needed to c-cum! It wasn't her...! If he had let her...! The railing - Elly. Elly! His fault, a black fist pounded, hit Brand's chest. Hit and hit and for her daughter, for herself, for...

Grabbed. Grabbed a-and the hem of her slip lifted.

Spanking. Another - not...! Struggling, Nessie -

"Shh..."

A firm grope stretched the negress's bare buttcheeks, right in front of her daughter's astonished eyes, and let them jiggle-clap closed around her chastity belt.

Not a spanking. Not...

Not hurt. Tired of hurting. Nessie - confused and abused...

Nessie stopped struggling. No more.

Not even when the straps of her slip dropped from her shoulders, and the flimsy garment was peeled down. The straps fell to her wrists, while...

She didn't struggle.

She whimpered.

She whimpered once more when her daughter quietly gasped.

"Shh..."

When the top of her slip dropped all the way down to her belly button, and her swaying jugs - her tits hung in cool air, ache and swollen with bruising.

"These poor things. Nessie..."

Two hands touched and held and weighed Vanessa's bare tits. Injured - abused and sensitive. And completely bare.

"Shh..." A... a stroke.

Vanessa... Nessie shut her eyes to her daughter. Sinking into male strength, she...

Vanessa let Brand hold her. She let him touch her.

It was wrong. It was wrong. It...

Wrong. It...

The negress breathed - in... out. Shuddering breaths, wrapped up in thick arms...

It... no spanking. She didn't get hurt, didn't hurt herself. She... it hurt. Her boobs, her head.

She hadn't wanted to hurt herself. Hurt herself, hurt... Elly. Oh...

Oh, Elly... please...

Hadn't wanted... hadn't wanted to. Vanessa's shoulders shook, silently shook.

N-not in front of... please... not...

A handful of nappy hair pinched and wiped Nessie's nose, while another strong hand cradled her breasts.

Stroked her tender brown breasts. Gently...

N-not... Elly. Elly...

"S-sorry..." Nessie buried her -

"Shh..."

A finger... chin up, pointed chin gently pinched and lifted - each of the aging negress's squeezed-closed, teary eyelids got a tender kiss.

Twice, on one of them.