Mother’s Day Special

This is a non celeb story. It is fictional. Everyone in it is over 18. Also, it is quite a long one.

Mother’s Day Special

It was time to celebrate Mother’s Day on Let her Have it. The show was not live, but was being shot a few days prior to Mother’s Day. Mother’s Day was on the Sunday and the show was being shot on the Friday proceeding it. In the lead up to the show, there were releases far and wide across the country asking for mothers who wanted to get revenge upon their daughters. They were asked not to tell their daughters why they were coming on the show other than it was a mother and daughter mother’s day special. It was going to be a surprise for them. They were asked to tell about them, their daughters and why they thought that their daughters deserved to get punished. Mother daughter pairs were picked from over the country, from all walks of life. Everyone was over 18 though. Not everyone in the audience would get picked, but they all had a chance. There were tons of applications from Mothers who were eager to get messy revenge upon their daughters.

Mr. G. came out and was welcomed by a sea of female faces. The mothers looking much more excited than the daughters did. They applauded as he entered. “Well, welcome to all our special guests in the audience today. I guess you have all noticed that the audience today is only made up of females. Now, you may be wondering why that is the case. Well, this weekend happens to be Mother’s Day. This is our Mother’s Day special. All of the audience is made up of mothers and daughters. This episode is a tribute to mothers and daughters. Today we are going to be meeting some of the guests in our audience and there will be one or two surprises in store.” Everyone applauded. “Today, we are going to really get to know some of our mothers and daughters.”

“So, let’s get the show started. Today, I feel like we really want to reward our Mums don’t we ladies?,” the daughters cheered. “We really want to give them the best Mother’s Day presents that we can don’t we? Well, for this part of the show, we have an amazing gift ready for one of our Moms here today. Daughters, who really thinks their Mum deserves a fantastic gift and would love to give her one?” Some of the daughters raised their hands enthusiastically. He looked through the audience and came upon a lady who looked like she was in her early to mid-thirties. She looked genuinely eager to reward her mother. “What’s your name he asked.” “I’m Jackie,” she replied. “Jackie do you really want to give your Mum the best gift ever for Mother’s Day?” “I really, really do. She really deserves it,” she replied. “Well, ok, then please join me on the stage.”

Jackie and her mother stood up and followed. Jackie was slightly middle ages. She had brown hair that was back in a ponytail. She wore jeans and a blazer with a small low cut yellow blouse underneath. Her mother was middle aged, but quite attractive. She had lighter brown hair and was a bit shorter. “So, please introduce yourselves to everyone.” “I’m Jackie. I’m 34 and I’m from London and this is my Mum Eleanor.” “Well, it’s lovely to meet you both. Welcome to the show.” They stood side by side addressing him.

“Happy Mother’s Day to you both. Now Eleanor, your daughter here volunteered to come on because she wants to give you a gift. Isn’t that nice of her. “ “It is lovely,” Eleanor smiled knowingly. “ I think that your Mum really deserves an extra special gift as well. I think we should give your Mum something that she is really going to enjoy, don’t you.” Jackie nodded. “Of course,” she replied. “Well, we have a special gift just for her on Mother’s Day. We will bring it out and then we will also reveal a bit more about the show today in the process. “

A large cake box was presented. “Jackie and Eleanor, you two should open the box together and see what you find inside.” When they opened it Jackie looked shocked. Inside the box was an enormous pie. Written upon it in frosting was the words, “Mum’s revenge”. “So, ladies, isn’t that a lovely pie in there. It is just for your Mum on Mother’s Day. The only thing is that this is a gift that won’t be so much given too your Mum as much as she will be the one giving it to you Jackie. Your Mum is going to get to take that pie and do you know what she is going to do with it?” Jackie shook her head feigning ignorance. “Your Mum is going to get to take that pie and her gift will be the chance to put that pie in your face, Jackie.” Jackie laughed, she rolled her eyes. She looked shocked. Eleanor clapped and laughed pointing at her daughter.

“You see today on this show, we are going to reward our mothers here by allowing them to get revenge upon their daughters. Yes all of the doors are locked. You will find escape impossible.” The camera panned around showing looks of shock and embarrassment on the faces of the daughters in the audience. A massive sign was revealed saying “Mum’s revenge”. “Some of our Mums are going to get to punish their lovely daughters on national television for the whole world to see.”

“Let’s give that lovely Mother’s Day by over to Eleanor. Jackie, you really wanted to give your mother a fantastic gift on Mother’s Day, this is something that I can guess she has wanted to do for a very long time.” Jackie shook her hands and begged her mother not to do this to her. “Please not on Mother’s Day,” she begged. “Eleanor it is time. Jackie, please put your hands behind your back.” He helped them move closer. “When you are ready, it’s time to pie your daughter. “

Eleanor took the pie and leaned back. She thrust the pie straight into Jackie’s face. Bits of pie flew in all directions as Eleanor creamed her daughter with the pie. The force of the pieing caused Jackie too twirl around. She laughed. Her face was covered in creamy pie and frosting. Her mother pointed and laughed at her. “Well, Jackie, do you have anything to say to your Mum after that?” “Happy Mother’s Day,” she said. “Well, you can remember this moment forever. Every Mother’s Day in the future.”

Jackie was lead off stage with her mother and the replay was shown in slow motion. Mr. G. did a throw to the ad break, but promised there was much more to come and that the daughters in the crowd should be feeling very nervous at this point.

When the show came back from the break, Mr. G. was looking for another pair to join him. “So, today we are also looking at some daughters who really deserve to be punished by their mothers. For example, some daughters can be very embarrassing with how they act and dress or whatever. Do we have any mothers here who have been embarrassed by their daughters frequently?” Of course the producers already knew the stories and names of the women in the audience and were chosen for specific reasons, so he knew who he was looking for. A lot of hands shot up. He looked around and found a pair that were of black African descent. He approached the mother. “Hello, what is your name?,” he asked. “I’m Ola.” “Ola is this your daughter? Does she really embarrass you?” “Yes this is my daughter Ife. She is very embarrassing. It is quite bad.” “Ok, Ola and Ife, please join me on stage.” Ola smiled. Ife looked mortified knowing what had just happened to Jackie.

They came down on stage. Ola had very dark skin. She wore brightly coloured clothing. She was quite chubby but looked quite good as well. Ife was tall with long legs and a large behind. She also had large breasts. Her hair was in braids. She wore tight jeans and heeled boots along with a pink cashmere sweater and some necklaces.  “Welcome to the show. Can you please introduce yourselves?” “I’m Ola. I am 42. We live in South London, but am originally from Ghana. This is my daughter Ife, she 20 years old and unemployed.” She looked at her daughter and rolled her eyes.

“So, Ola, you have said that Ife embarrasses you. What does she do?” “Well, she is lazy and does not work. She lays about all day. Also, she dresses quite provocatively.” “Oh, Ife, is this all true?” “Well, yeah, but no. I don’t have a job yet no, but my Mum is old fashioned. I should be able to take my time and do what I want. I also should be able to wear what I like. That is not her business.” “Hmmm Ola, that is quite convincing.” “Also, she is always breaking wind in public. It is very embarrassing. Sometimes we go to a world foods buffet. Last week, when we were there, she kept doing it and people started to notice, turning their heads and looking. I was mortified.” Ife covered her face. She blushed. She could not believe that her mother had revealed that to the whole world. “Oh Ife, is that true?,” he asked. She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know what you’re taking about,” she said, clearly being sarcastic.

“Well, who thinks that Ola should be able to revenge on her daughter, Ife?” The audience cheered. Ife waived her hands saying no. “Well, Ife you have embarrassed your Mum. It is now time that she gets to embarrass you in return.  Ife can you please take a seat on the hot seat?” Ife rolled her eyes, but took a seat. “What we have got here is a bucket filled with the leftovers from the very buffet that you like to visit. They have Indian, Chinese, Italian, Japanese all at one place. Now it is all in that bucket. Ola is going to get to take that bucket and empty it all over her daughter Ife. How about that?” The audience cheered except for some of the other daughters. They gasped. Ife closed her eyes and buried her face in her hands.

“So, happy Mother’s Day Ola. It is time empty that bucket all over Ife’s head.” Ola smiled as she lifted the bucket over Ife’s head. As she tipped it some of the slimy liquid poured out down the back of Ife’s neck. She gasped. Ola then began to pour the contents all over Ife’s head. It was filled with rice, noodles, pasta, bits of meat and other discarded food. It poured down her face. She gagged as it smelled disgusting. The noodles and rice stuck all over her braided hair. Some fell all over her big chest. The mess looked revolting. It rolled down her body. Her mother then changed direction and began to pour mess all over Ife’s long legs, staining her jeans. She poured more down her boots and right on her backside. Ola moved the bucket back and forth over her daughter’s body, making sure got the sloppy mess over as much of her daughter’s body as possible. Ife threw her head back and screamed. Noodles dangled from her face and hair.

“Ola how did it feel getting to do that your daughter?” “It felt amazing. I have always wanted to do that.” “Ife, are you ever going to embarrass your Mum again?” “Um, no. Definitely not,” she replied. A replay was shown in slow motion of Ife getting covered in the mess.

“So, next, do we have any mothers out there who feel that their daughters may be embarrassed of them at times?” Some hands shot up. Mr. G. looked around and found a working class pair. The daughter already looked embarrassed. “Hello there, what is your name?,” he asked. “I’m Jane.” “Hi Jane, is this your daughter? Why, she looks embarrassed already. I think that she is who we are looking for. Come and join use.”

They came down on stage. He welcomed them to the show and again asked them to introduce themselves. “I’m Jane. I am 46 and I like in Essex. This is my daughter Amber. She is 18.”  Jane had dirty blonde curly hair and was a bit plain. Amber was a bit of a chav. She had brown hair and was thin. She wore a grey skirt and a white blouse. “Welcome to the show. Now, Jane you saw that you think that Amber is embarrassed of you.” “Well, yes, she is. She doesn’t like me to be around her friends. If she likes a boy, she does not like to have me around. She looks mortified.” The crowd gave a sad aw. “Well that is not nice at all is it Amber?,” he said. “Well, she is embarrassing. She dresses like it’s the 50’s and she tried to baby me. I get embarrassed.”

“Tut, tut. Amber, your Mum is only looking out for you because she cares about you. I think that Amber needs to be punished for real today. Don’t you? Today is going to be more embarrassing than you could have dreamed. Are all your mates and the boys you fancy at home watching this?” “Omg, they are,” Amber gasped. “Well, they are all going to see this. Come with me. You are never too old to hang out with your Mum.” He lead Amber over to a device that was similar to the pie pod, except the pies and the crowning glory had been replaced with more disgusting food such as baked beans, mushy peas and spaghetti. Amber to her seat. She looked incredibly embarrassed. Jane was then given remote control that controlled the release of the mess.

“So, Amber feels embarrassed by her Mum. Now her Mum gets to embarrass her for real. Jane, you are in control, you may fire at will.” Jane laughed. She pressed a button and one of the pie plates was catapulted at Amber. It landed between her face and neck, splattering her with the contents. The next hit her in the face. Another hit her in the stomach and crotch. Two more hit her legs. Two more then hit her in the face. This covered her in sloppy mess. Her mother then pushed the final button which released the crowning glory of baked beans straight down all over Amber. Amber laughed a bit and sighed.

“Happy Mother’s Day. I think Amber will think twice about being mean to her mother ever again after that, don’t you?” Jane stuck her tongue out as did Amber. She could see that she had been wrong and laughed a bit, seeing that a little embarrassment was not the end of the world.

There was another commercial break. When the show returned from break, Mr. G. was standing between two sets of stocks. “Welcome back to our Mother’s Day special. It has been a messy and embarrassing one for the daughters here today. That will only continue. As you can see, we have these two sets of stocks set up and ready to go. I suppose you can all guess that two of our lucky mothers are going to have their daughters placed in the stocks. Who out there thinks their daughter should be the one to go in?,” he asked. Hands shot up all over the audience.

He looked through and found the first candidates. It was a blonde professional looking woman who was dressed in jeans. “Do you think your daughter should be placed in the stocks?” She replied yes. He looked down to see her daughter and he agreed, asking them to come up on stage. He then picked another pair. They had black hair and garish jewellery.

The two pairs came up and stage and he got in the centre. He asked them to introduce themselves. “I’m Sandra from Liverpool and this is my daughter Claire.” Claire had long blonde hair down to her backside. She wore jeans and a sexy top that was low cut. She had an amazing figure and long legs. She had fake tans and false nails. It was then the other Mum’s turn for introductions. “Hiya I’m Felicity. This is my daughter Mercedes we’re from Scotland.” Mercedes had fake tan too, but also fake eyelashes and lots of makeup. She had black hair and was slightly chubby with a big behind and breasts. Her outfit was a bit trashy. It was a short leopard print dress.

“Ok ladies, now tell us why you think your daughters deserve to go into the stocks.” “Well, Claire is a bit of a diva. She is spoiled and spends ages doing her hair and makeup,” Sandra said. “Mercedes is a mouthy little cow. She is also filthy. She leaves her dirty knickers everywhere. “The two young women looked mortified. Mr. G. rolled his eyes comically a bit. “Well, your mothers made very good cases. I think that these two ladies should go in the stocks, don’t you?” The mothers in the audience cheered.

The two ladies were lead to the stocks by some stage assistants who then lifted the tops and allowed them to lower themselves in. Claire was quite tall, so her back was bent and her behind was high in the air. Mercedes’ big breasts dangled downwards. She was almost popping out of her very short dress. The Mum’s were then handed bottles of condiments. These included ketchup and mustard, but also barbecue sauce, mayonnaise, burger sauce, relish and tartar sauce. The two mothers looked at their daughters and laughed. Claire rolled her eyes and sighed, looking extremely annoyed. Mercedes swore at her mother using a lot of expletives.

The two women began to spray their prone daughters with the condiments. They sprayed some over their heads and then down their bodies. They had the condiments sprayed all over their behinds and down their legs. Some dripped from their breasts and onto the studio floor. They then were given buckets of chocolate sauce and rice pudding which they dumped all over their lovely daughters. The too young women glared out at the audience as they got covered. Finally, two big pies were pushed into their faces. They were left in the stocks on stage while the last segment of the show was about to begin.

Mr. G. announced that this would be the finale. All of the remaining mothers in the audience tried to get his attention because they did not want to miss this opportunity. Mr. G. explained that there would be three teams involved in the final segment. He chose three sets of mother and daughter. One was called Hannah and her daughter Poppy. Hannah was middle aged. She was blonde and a bit chubby. Her daughter was a cheeky tomboy with a naughty streak. She had dirty blonde hair. She wore a crop top with a bra showing underneath and capris style jeans. He selected Melissa and Georgia. Melissa was a bit chubby with curly brown hair and glasses. Georgia was quite chubby with glasses and wavy bob sort of haircut. She was a bit shy. She was considered kind of nerdy. She wore a green jumper and grey checkered trousers. Finally there Alice and Rosie. Alice was sort of posh looking with dark hair and olive skin tone. Rosie had died black and pink hair. She was a bit thin with tattoos and piercings.  She wore a pair of black jeans, a black halter top and small leather jacket.

Again, Mr. G. asked why they thought their daughters deserved to get messed. Hannah said that Poppy dressed a bit too sexy at times and was not ladylike at all. Melissa said that Georgia was a bit lazy and also spent all of her time pining for a guy that she had no chance of dating. Alice explained that Rosie was very wild. She did not really approve of all of her tattoos and piercings. Mr. G. said that there was a special slime shower gunge tank prepared. He called for everyone to vote for which daughter deserved the mess the most. He called for applause, but it was much too close to call. “I guess there is only one decision to make. Send all three in together.

The tank was set up to look like a shower. There was even cartoon bubbles and the words “rub a dub dub” written on one side. The ladies were speechless as they were lead inside. They had to squeeze in together. It was a very tight fit. They had to hug one another closely. Their Mums were going to get to do the honours.

“So, happy Mother’s Day to all. Thank you to our mothers and their daughters for being such good sports. Ladies, when you are ready, let them have it.” The three women smiled as they pushed the release button. The ladies screamed as thick multi-coloured gunge poured down on them as if they were in the shower. Their mothers laughed in delight as the gunge showered them. It poured all over all three of them, covering their faces and bodies in sloppy gunge. Some foamy slime rose from the bottom as well. When the gunge stopped and they were released, the full extent of the slime shower was seen. They each were covered and dripped. The three very different women stood next to each other dripping in slime next to their mothers.

Georgia’s trousers and behind were covered in slime as were her glasses. Slime dripped from Rosie’s pierced nose and soaked her black jeans. Poppy’s signature top was coated in a layer of slime as was her face and hair. Georgia look humiliated. Rosie smiled and laughed. Poppy nervously waived and giggled.