Cathy Miller crossed her almost immaculately clean kitchen. She would have to clean up the footprints Alice had left, but she needed to make sure her oldest daughter wouldn't make an even bigger mess first. As she hurried down the hall she began to hear moans echoing from the mud room.
"Honestly," she muttered under her breath, "That girl is a handful. I wonder what's gotten into her today to make her act out like this."
She climbed the stairs and headed into her daughters' shared bathroom where she grabbed a comb and the bottle of expensive shampoo she insisted Alice use to try and keep her hair less tangled. Cathy didn't know if it actually worked, but if her daughter's hair was this bad when she used it, she didn't want to know what would happen if she stopped. As she headed back towards the stairs she stopped to poke her head into her other daughter's room.
"Dinners going to be a bit delayed." She said to Brittany, who was putting fresh sheets on her bed. "Alice came home looking like she rolled in mud and smelling like an outhouse. I'm just going down to finish washing her. Didn't you just change your sheets the other day?"
Brittany rolled her eyes at her mother's question.
"Alice made a mess of them this morning." she said. "She was really desperate for me to pet her, and squirted everywhere when I did."
"Do you happen to know what she was up to today?"
"No, she was in the back yard when I left for the mall. Why, did she get into trouble?"
"Not that I know of. She's currently in the tub downstairs waiting for me to finish washing her. If I didn't know any better I'd swear she was in heat."
"When isn't she?" Brittany laughed.
Cathy chuckled and made her way back downstairs. Alice was right where she left her. Semi-conscious in the bottom of the tub. She shook her head, then reached down and rubbed her daughter's belly.
"Come on, Alice. Wake up!" She said cheerfully. "We need to finish washing you so I can make dinner."
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Alice swam back to consciousness at the sound of her mother's voice. She looked up and smiled groggily.
"Sit up so I can wash your hair." Cathy said, grabbing Alice's wrist and pulling her upright.
Alice sat and lazily fingered herself while her mother tackled her tangled and matted hair with shampoo and comb. It took quite a bit of time, and she managed to work herself up to the edge of yet another orgasm before the job was done. She let out a frustrated groan when Cathy forced her to pull her fingers out and stand up.
"No complaining." Cathy admonished. "I need to dry you off."
She pulled a large bath sheet out of a cupboard and proceeded to vigorously towel Alice down while the teen gasped and moaned every time the rough fabric rubbed up against a sensitive bit. Cathy kept having to pull her daughter's hands away from her swollen labia which elicited a frustrated squeal every time. Once she was mostly dry, Cathy led her carefully around the mess she had made earlier and upstairs to her own bathroom. She sat her down on the edge of the tub and pulled out a hairdryer to finish the job.
"Alright." Cathy said with resignation. "Go ahead and finish masturbating while I dry your hair, but after that you're done for the day. Am I clear?"
Alice didn't answer. She just spread her legs and stuffed her fingers back into her drooling pussy. The sound of her moaning was drowned out by the hairdryer, but Cathy could still tell that Alice came twice before her hair was completely dry. She turned the hairdryer off and put it away again.
"Alright, we're done." Cathy said briskly. "Wash your hands, make yourself presentable, and come down for dinner. If I hear you masturbating I swear I will tie you to a chair until morning. Hop to it!"
Alice reluctantly pulled her fingers out and stood up. While the bath hadn't calmed her down, it had given her a chance to rest and recover, so she was able to remain standing with only a slight tremor in her knees. She obediently washed her hands and wandered into her room, where she paused, not knowing what to do. Her mother had said to make herself presentable. She assumed that meant get dressed, but there was no way she was going to do that. She looked in the mirror over her dresser, and decided that at the very least she should tie her hair up again. Grabbing a couple of hair ties, she wrangled her unruly locks into two buns and secured them there. Satisfied with the result, she went downstairs for dinner.