“I saw the photograph. The one of you sitting on the blade of Kurt’s snowplow.” Lena pulled out the chair opposite her daughter and sat down at the breakfast table.

Darcy’s back stiffened, her eyes lifting, brimming with surprise. “You’re kidding. He showed you that?”

No, not really.”

Lena spotted the photo in Kurt’s truck the morning she had taken a thermos out to him. “He has it propped on the dash of his pickup for his buddies to see. Or didn’t you know...”

The image in the photograph crystallized in Lena’s mind: Her daughter, posing for the man who is living in her guest room– the same man who makes the clandestine visits to her bedroom once Darcy is safely tucked in for the night. And where he forces the dirtiest, filthiest brutality onto her loins and makes her feel like a wanton slut.

Darcy nervously twisted her empty coffee mug in her fingers. “Ah geez. I’m sorry mom. What did he say when you found the photograph?”

“He was in the garage. As soon as I realized it was you, in the photo, I backtracked into the house.”

“So he doesn’t know? That you know?”

Lena pulled the coffee mug from her daughter’s hands and filled it. “I’m not so sure. At first I thought I was lucky, that he hadn’t caught me. But then, thinking back, the whole thing seemed contrived somehow. He knew I’d be bringing his thermos out to the truck. I got the feeling he set me up. That he wanted me to see.”

“He wanted you to see me naked?”

“No. He wanted me to know that he had seen you naked.” Lena thought about the image of her daughter on the blade of the plow with heaps of snow to the left and right. Darcy sat sideways to the camera, one leg cocked, her foot perched up. A wrist draped over her knee. Her breasts were small but had a jaunty set and were positioned high on her chest and peaked with pink raspberry nipples, twisted hard in the cold. A sheen of expectancy lifted Darcy’s eyes and there was the lusty look of anticipation about her lips.

In the photo, Darcy wore her woolly ski cap with matching mittens, and her feet were clad in furry snow-boots. But nothing more. Darcy had posed naked in the snow.

Darcy seemed to shrivel. “You might be right, about him wanting you to know. He mentioned he’d like to photograph you and me, together, like that. He even wanted me to talk to you about it.”

“To try to convince me? To pose naked with you? For a photograph?”

Darcy slumped a little lower. “A video, actually. He’s got some crazy website with stuff on it. He was talking about added a Mother/Daughter category.”

“Oh, better and better. Mother and Daughter. Me and you ... And please, tell me how do you feel about that?”

Darcy shrugged. “It would be interesting, I guess. What can I say?”

“Not much, considering he’s suppose to be in a relationship with me. It’s a little discerning to find out now, that he has talked my daughter out of her clothes. Did he touch you?”

“Mom!”

“Well it seems like a reasonable question. You are a pretty girl. And you were naked.”

“He didn’t touch me. Okay? I mean, I could tell he wanted to. But he didn’t.”

Lena exhaled and stared moodily at the surface of her coffee and asked herself if she believed Darcy. Her daughter had exuded a certain look of hottieness, sitting on top of that plow and Lena had to wonder if it was something her fifteen-year-old was capable of conjuring up. Or was it in response to a man’s intentions?

“So will you do it?” Darcy pressed for an answer.

Darcy’s question pulled Lena from her dismal thoughts. “Do what? Pose for him? With you?”

“Yeah. I’m suppose to try to talk you into it.”

“And what did you say when he asked?”

Darcy hesitated, thought about her answer. “You’re hot for your age, mom. You know what MILF stands for?”

“Uh-uh.”

“Well never mind ... Anyway, I said I would see what I could do. I mean, you’ve got pretty legs and your bum is tight. You’re a good looking woman, mom. It’s okay to show it off a little...” Darcy hesitated, “and you know he’ll want us to touch.”

“Each other? I don’t think...”

“It’s for his website. He’ll want us to do stuff to each other, while he takes the video.”

“Darcy ... for his website? Don’t you realize that hundreds, maybe thousands of men will watch us do stuff to each other and you know what they’ll be doing, to themselves, as they watch.”

“Geez mom, they’re guys. They do that to themselves all the time. We’d just be helping out.”

Lena took a deep breath. “Have you been helping out? Maybe helping Kurt out a little?”

Darcy looked away. “I try to please him, if I can.”

“You mean pleasure him...”

“It was just a couple of times. And only in my hand.”

“He came in your hand...”

“Only a couple of times. Maybe three...”

“Darcy. Don’t you realize that Kurt and I have a thing going here? Didn’t it occur to you that you were betraying my trust when you took hold of Kurt by his penis?”

Darcy refocused then lowered her eyes. “Aw mom. He just asked me to, for the camera. So I did.”

“And the second and third time?”

“That was different, I guess.”

Lena exhaled. “So you did pleasure him. No camera.”

“He’s just so cool. Did you get a load of his mermaid tattoo?”

“Mermaid? She has a fish hook stuck through her left nipple.”

“Yeah. It’s so cool.” Excitement brightened Darcy’s voice. “I was thinking of having it done.”

That’s two cools in one breath, Lena thought. “A fish hook?”

“You know who would look cool with a fish hook?”

Three. “I hate to think...”

“You mom. You could wear a real big one. Mine will be small and Kurt says he’ll have to push it through behind the nipple.”

A frown knitted Lena’s forehead. “Are you serious about this? You’re going to let Kurt pierce your breast? With a fish hook?”

“I’d do anything for him.”

It was the first indication that Darcy had feelings for the man her mother was sleeping with. Or any man, for that matter. “Oh baby,” Lena reached across the table and rested a hand on her daughter’s arm, “that sounds so pathetic. There’s more, isn’t there?”

“He sucked on me while I moved my hand back and forth. But that doesn’t really count. Like, I don’t have boobs. Not like yours.”

“You’d look funny with my breasts. So that was all...”

“And once, he put the video camera between my legs. I had to show him inside.”

“I see. And you’re asking me to do this. Make a video. You and me. For him.”

“Listen mom. You wouldn’t have to do anything. Okay? I’ll go down. You just have to lie there. He’ll be happy with that.” Darcy looked across at her mother, desperation flooding her eyes.

“Go down? Does that mean what I think?” Lena humped a shoulder. “You’ve got quite the vocabulary for an fifteen-year-old. You learn that from your father?” The women went silent for a moment, each pondering the depths of the conversation.

“Daddy was the only man I looked up to, and trusted. He shouldn’t have done those things.”

Lena would have gladly killed Daddy for what he had done to their daughter but the school intervened and called the police. Apparently little Darcy had informed her teacher that the chlorine bleach they used in the gym smelled like her father’s cum.

The incestuous behavior of her father, the belligerent police investigation, the court hearings and ensuing divorce had sent Darcy into a deep, dank pit. Therapy and counseling hadn’t helped Darcy deal with the self-denial, the loss of respect and the numbing guilt. Nothing helped. And now, after five years, Lena began to feel that her daughter’s depression and suffering was irreversible, until one evening Lena brought Kurt home for dinner.

The change in her daughter seemed instantaneous and nothing short of miraculous. And Lena was just now beginning to understand why. For the first time in her short life, Darcy was in love. And tough luck that her daughter had fallen for the same man with whom Lena was sharing her bed.

But more troubling, Lena realized that if she refused her daughter’s request to perform nude for Kurt’s camera, he might pack up and leave. Something that would certainly send Darcy spiraling down, back into her deep, dark, emotional self-imposed hellhole. Lena wasn’t sure she could deal with that. And that maybe sharing Kurt with her daughter and submitting to his perverted wishes might be the only way to save Darcy from a lifetime of guilt and remorse.

Darcy broke into Lena’s thoughts. “What did you think of the photo he took of me?”

Lena looked down at her toast and wondered how many extra calories a teaspoon of strawberry jam would constitute. “You look like a calendar girl for farm machinery.” She reached across for the jam pot and saw Darcy deflate a little. “Sorry,” Lena apologized. “I was a little shocked, mostly disappointed.”

“You didn’t think I looked pretty?”

Lena thought her heart would crumble. “Oh Darcy. You are a beautiful child...”

Darcy looked up expectantly, a shy smile playing about her lips. “I take after you, mom– a beautiful woman.”

Lena put the jam pot down. “Yes...”

“And we’d look great together.”

“Yes. Together...”

“So you’ll do it? For me?”

“I’d do anything to please you. Yes.”

Darcy knocked her chair back in her rush for her mother’s arms. “I love you so much, mom.” Darcy had a strangle hold on Lena’s neck and rocked her to-and-fro. “This is so great. I can’t hardly wait to tell Kurt.”

Lena hardened. She had condemned her husband for what he had done to their little girl, but now she had to wonder: Was she any different?

Lena was horrified. She stood in the doorway of her bedroom and watched Darcy and Kurt spread a sheet of contractor’s plastic across the bed. Once it was tucked in they replaced the bed-sheet.

Lena thought she should say something but her mind blanked-out. She just stood, foot shifting in her sheer negligee and heels, no bra nor panties, and gaped with a slack jaw. Darcy was wearing her bathrobe and, Lena figured, not much else.

There was a floodlight aimed at her ceiling, a camera on a tripod was pointed at the bed and Kurt strapped a second camera to the palm of his hand. “Lena,” he brightened when he saw her in the doorway, “c’mon over and get comfortable.”

Darcy must have noticed the distress hardening her mother’s eyes because she immediately ran to Lena. “Relax mom,” she whispered. “Kurt’s really good and I’ll be there the whole time. Let’s go find out what he wants us to do.”

Mother and daughter sat side-by-side on the bed, shifting uncomfortably on the crinkly, plastic sheeting. They listened carefully to Kurt as he explained the scenario he had worked out for them.

Once he had finished, Lena shook her head. “I want to make one change.”

Kurt rolled back on his heels and screwed up his face. “A change?”

“Yes. I’m going to be the one that goes down on my knees. Not Darcy.”

Darcy, her eyes circled, looked up. “Mom? Are you sure? I thought we agreed...”

Her voice trailed as Lena placed a finger to her lips. “This is what I want, Darcy. For the both of us.”

Kurt ran a hand through his hair and thought a moment. “And the ending?”

“Yes,” Lena confirmed her thoughts, “Darcy will be on top at the end.”

Kurt thought a moment longer then made up his mind. “Okay. It’ll work. Everyone take your place.”

As Lena bent forward to fluff a pillow, the hem of her negligee lifted slightly to reveal the under-curve of two, hand-cup sized buttocks. She turned, sat, lifted her feet from the floor and parked herself against the headboard with the pillow arching her spine. Her knees separated momentarily, showing off the dip of her vagina and, as she yawned and stretched, her breasts lifted beneath the sheer silk, her stout nipples standing clearly visible, dark and succulent. She reached for her magazine.

There was a shift at her bedroom door and Lena looked across. Darcy stepped through clutching the front of her bathrobe. “What is it, sweetie?”

“Sorry mom, but I just had the strangest dream. It scared me.”

“A nightmare?”

“No, not really.” Darcy shivered. “But it scared me. I ... I don’t know how to explain...”

Lena stroked the bed-sheet by her hip. “Come. Sit with me. We’ll talk.”

Darcy crossed the room and slipped onto the bed next to her mother. “It’s so cold...” She shivered and placed her head in the crook of Lena’s neck.

Lena set her magazine aside and stroked the girl’s hair. “Just like when you were little. You came to cuddle in my bed. Remember?”

“I always felt so warm and safe.” Darcy nuzzled the side of Lena’s neck with her lips.

Lena touched her daughter’s cheek. “Now this dream. Tell me about it.”

Darcy swallowed and turned to study the bed-sheet. “You and I were together, mom. And I didn’t have any clothes on. You licked me.”

“I l-licked you?”

“Yes, mom. You licked me ... between my legs.”

Lena felt her throat constrict. “I ... I did that?”

“Yes. To me ... in my dream. You pulled my knees apart and licked me. Down there.”

Lena felt a twinge of dread crinkle her spine. “That doesn’t sound like me.

“I know. But what scared me was ... I liked it. Liked the feel of it. Your tongue in my pussy. Some of the girls at school said that men do that sometimes, but I didn’t believe them. But now I’m not so sure.”

Lena tried to ground herself. “Okay, look. It’s true that sometimes a man will do that for a woman he’s fond of. To make her feel nice.”

“Did a man ever make you feel nice?”

Lena had a sudden desire to just turn out the damned light and go to sleep. But she was not about to lie to her daughter. “The first time was in high-school,” she began. “I was about your age when a guy in senior class took me for a walk behind the school. There was a wooded ravine and we were alone. I was in total shock that an older boy would take an interest in me and it seemed so adult to let him push my skirt up. He licked me there, then told me I had to return the favor. He put his penis into my mouth.”

“You sucked on him?”

“Uh-uh. And I accepted everything he gave me. After that, he never talked to me again.”

“He used you...”

“Yes. It was a hard-learned lesson.”

“But what about women. It’s difficult for me to imagine women doing that to each other.”

“Look Darcy. Some women don’t tolerate men. They hang with other women who share the same feelings. And sometimes relationships develop and these women end up in bed together. To satisfy their needs.”

“But no one has a penis. I don’t understand.”

“There are other ways, Darcy. Fingers, lips and tongue can substitute.”

Darcy looked dubious. “Okay. But do mothers do that for their daughters? To make them feel nice? Like in my dream?”

Lena felt the ice cracking under her feet. “Look Darcy, mothers love their daughters. And I’m sure some mothers express that love in ways you and I don’t understand.”

“So you’re saying yes. Some mothers offer to satisfy the needs of the children they love. Do you love me mom?”

The sweat beaded across Lena’s shoulders. “Darcy, what are you asking me to do?”

“I need to know, mom. In my dream, strange things happened. My tummy fluttered. My back ached and my hips came up and went ‘round and ‘round. I need to know. Please. You’ve got to help.”

Lena gave it up. “You want me to love you– physically.”

“Like in my dream.”

Lena thought her lungs had collapsed. “Jesus.”

“You love me, don’t you? And want to help me understand...”

“Of course I love you. I just didn’t think I’d ever have to express that love with the tip of my tongue.”

“I want you to feed me first, okay? Like I’m a little baby.”

“My ... That was quite the dream, but sorry– this cow is dry.”

“That’s okay,” Darcy boldly lifted the front of Lena’s nightdress,” it’ll be nice. You’ve got such big nipples.”

Lena watched her daughter loosen the front of her robe before leaning across so they could feel the heat of skin on skin. Lena held up her right breast and cuddled Darcy’s head as she latched onto the nipple and started to suckle. She stroked her daughter’s hair and worked her breast with the opposite hand. She had to admit that Darcy’s nagging lips felt nice and she wished she had the ability to raise a little milk to share. But the euphoria was short lived.

A jolt to her lower spine caused her anus to clench. Darcy had plucked up an inner leaf and was now probing the entrance to her vagina. A moment later, Lena was dropping moisture into the palm of Darcy’s hand. And the girl responded.

“Oh my...” Darcy moaned into the flesh of Lena’s breast. And her fingers curled and wiggled in the succulence, making little pinwheel-shaped movements. She found Lena’s clitoris with her thumb and rolled it under. And despite herself, Lena wrestled with a small orgasm.

“Now mom,” and Darcy lifted from her mother’s nipple, “I need you now.” Darcy sat up and pulled off her robe. She cupped her tiny buds and looking down, she studied her own body. A woman’s body, finally, after fifteen years.

She shifted to the edge of the bed and let her legs dangle. “Please, mommy...”

Lena quickly dropped to the carpet and rose up on her knees between her daughter’s thighs. She was immediately struck by the size of Darcy’s sex. It was little. There was but a wisp of blond covering the mound and below, the cleft was narrow and tight. With her thumbs, Lena separated the small rolls and squeezing the caul, she forced the bud to lift its head. She massaged the stalk between thumb and forefinger just behind the quivering bead.

Darcy gasped when Lena took up her clit. Lena milked it between freshly moistened lips while playing in the folds with her fingertips. She worked her way up inside her daughter’s vagina. Nothing obstructed her exploration, all the way to the knob of Darcy’s cervix. Her senses dulled. Someone had burrowed up the vaginal channel before her.

But she hardly had time to dwell on the thought.

Darcy’s hips hitched in a pleading motion and she took Lena’s head between her hands. Lena steadied her fingers as the pleasure rushes started, each one more relentless than the last– a voluptuous clenching of the flesh as Darcy bore down on Lena’s hand.

Darcy cried out. A deep, throaty outburst of release and joy and, gripping her groin, she rolled over onto her side. “Now mom. Now. What Kurt said...”

Lena scrambled up onto the bed as Darcy swung a leg over. “Are you sure about this?” Lena’s eyes lifted to where Darcy straddled her face.

“He’s the only man I ever looked up to, and trusted,” Darcy relented, and digging fingers between the lips of her vagina, she directed the stream of steamy urine across Lena’s face.

Kurt clapped his hands together. “I can’t believed you opened your mouth to her.”

Lena was wiping her face in a towel, her voice tinged in sarcasm. “It’s what your subscribers want, isn’t it?”

“Oh yeah,” Kurt laughed. “My ratings will go through the roof. I’ll be able to give up plowin’ and go into video production full time. You guys will be stars.”

“Yeah. Porn Stars. Lucky us.”

“Next time we’ll add some anal action.”

“What’dyah mean, next time. I think Darcy and I are about done here.”

“But you guys are great together. You can’t quit now.”

“Look Kurt, I have greater aspirations for my only daughter than to have her perform naked for a bunch of low-lifes– so called men, who don’t have the necessary ambition to get their lives together to the point that they can attract a real ... live ... woman.”

Kurt smirked. “If you were a real woman, you wouldn’t be standing there in a fucking see-through, shorty-gown with no panties on.”

“Bastard,” Lena shrieked and stormed from the room, the sound of his cheap laugh following her out into the hallway.

Saturday morning and Lena had a full slate.

She had to drop off a raft of legal papers to a client so she dressed well. But it was the weekend so she passed on the expensive woolen suits and picked a pretty dress. It was good, from time to time, to let the clients know she had a more feminine side. She zipped up her good winter boots, the ones with the heels, and wrapped a silk scarf about her throat.

Kurt had plowed snow ‘till after midnight and was still in bed.

Darcy was still in bed. She too had been out late, much later than usual and Lena hoped Darcy hadn’t done anything foolish. Lena gathered up her dry-cleaning and her shopping list and let herself quietly out of the house.