I've had mother and daughter fantasies since I was a teenager. I like to imagine scenarios in which an older person is sexually obedient to a younger one : mother and daughter, boss and secretary, mistress and maid, teacher and pupil. The former is always dominated by the latter.

I can't remember what was the exact origin of my first mother and daughter fantasy. It may have concerned a girl I knew called Gail and her mother Mrs Wentworth. The Wentworth's were a rather superior family who lived in a nice house in a pleasant part of our small town. Gail's brother was my friend and Gail herself paid me no attention whatsoever when I visited. The mother was distant. I have a vague memory of her sunbathing in their garden with bare legs and feet and being fascinated by the glossiness of her presence even when she was relaxing. There was something about her that evoked a sense of unattainability which is perhaps why I conceived the idea of making her obtainable at least in my imagination while I masturbated.

The fantasy has recurred for years in various forms but basically goes like this. Mrs Wentworth wants Gail, now well into puberty, to be her lover and also her mistress. Her daughter is about 14 at the time. Eventually, a seduction occurs which Mrs Wentworth brings about in the family home and Gail, although she hadn't been aware of her mother's desire, turns out to be ready to have a continuous sexual relationship with the woman. The mother meanwhile does everything she can to bring about a reversal in their roles so that Gail takes the lead and becomes dominant. She wants to show the girl total obedience and have her submissiveness exploited in any way the girl wants. The risks of having sex together at home rapidly become evident. However, the family have a country cottage about two hours drive away. The cottage is isolated at the end of a long drive 10 miles from the nearest village. It guarantees complete privacy. Mrs Wentworth proposes that she and Gail go there for a weekend together during which, she explains, she will always be nude and completely submissive to her daughter. Gail is already developing a taste for dominating her beautiful mother and is enthiusiastic. Mr Wentworth who suspects nothing agrees. The two women leave late on a Friday afternoon, arriving as dusk falls. After clearing the village, Mrs Wentworth, who has becomes very excited and aroused by the prospect of the pleasure to come, stops the car and removes her clothes. These are placed in the trunk so that they are unavailable if anyone intercepts them and she tremblingly risks driving the last few miles in the nude. Mrs Wentworth is completely gripped by the intensity of her sexual need to be controlled by her daughter. Gail's head is cooler. She likes the sex she has with Mrs Wentworth but she gets even greater pleasure from her power over her mother, the ability to manipulate her and humiliate her at will. When they reach the cottage, Mrs Wentworth grovels at Gail's feet and pleads to be degraded and fucked in any way that Gail likes. The weekend passes in this manner. Mrs Wentworth is permanently nude and Gail, realising the unlimited extent of her power, becomes ever more imaginative in finding ways to humiliate her mother who is allowed no privacy even when performing her most intimate functions. Often, she is in tears of anguish, shame and ecstacy that only intensify Gail's cruelty. On Sunday afternoon, Gail's last act is to thrash her mother ruthlessly with a leather belt in the cottage garden. When the two women return home, it is to plan their next expedition to the cottage and to make it longer.