Anita’s mother embarrasses her Saira Choudhry

The following story is partially based on something that happened on Hollyoaks that I just expanded on a little. The situation on the show was completely implausible anyway, but it was one of the sexiest things ever, in my opinion. The story contains some nudity as well.

Anita’s mother embarrasses her Saira Choudhry




Anita’s mother’s actions had caused her no end of embarrassment in the past. She did not know why but her mother seemed to be trying to embarrass her intentionally. Although this was not the case, it was the result time and time again. Although she wasn’t embarrassing her daughter on purpose, her actions were usually thoughtless and sometimes selfish. She did not seem to think about the consequences that her actions may have. She certainly did not consider what sort of an impact that they would have on her daughter.



On one occasion, Anita’s mother tried do something that was nice for her daughter. The way she went about it was completely screwed up though and it lead to untold humiliation for her daughter. She had given Anita a dress to wear for a fashion show that was taking place. Unfortunately, she had stolen the dress. Anita attended the fashion show and had no idea where the dress had come from. Cindy, the woman who was running the show noticed that the dress that Anita was wearing was the same dress that had been stolen from her. She became very angry and ordered Anita to go back stage and to get the dress off. Anita panicked. She did not know what she was going to do. In the end, she had no choice but to go backstage.

“Ok, you little thief, get it off now or I will call the police,” Cindy shouted. “But, Cindy,” Anita protested. “No, buts. I want my dress back.” “But, Cindy… I’m not wearing any underwear,” Anita whispered. “Well, that isn’t my fault is it. It was your choice. I don’t care anyway. Quit stalling. Take it off and take it off now.” “Please, Cindy. It wasn’t me,” Anita tried to explain. “I don’t want to hear it. Get that dress off now you little slapper,” Cindy hissed. Anita pouted and moaned, as she peeled the dress off. She put her hands over herself in the appropriate places. Cindy grabbed the dress from her with such force she was nearly knocked down. “But what will I do,” Anita pleaded. “I have nothing to wear and I will have to get home like this.” Cindy grabbed two of the large posters that were hanging on the wall. “Here you can have these to hide your shame. Not that there is much to hide,” Cindy laughed. “You can have them free of charge. That is how generous I am. Now get the hell out of my sight.” Anita tried to protest and buy time. Cindy unceremoniously pushed her out the back door. She fell on the ground in the alley. “Maybe this will teach you a lesson. No one steals from me and gets away with it. Bye honey,” Cindy hissed. She slammed the door in Anita’s face. Anita stood up and quickly tried to open the door, but it was locked. She was now faced with the task of trying to get home in the state that she was in.

Anita crouched in the alley, picking up the posters to cover herself. She peeked around the corner. No one was around. She decided that the only thing that she could really do was make a run for it and pray that as few people were around to witness this as possible. Luckily no one had been in the backstage area at the time that all of this happened. She ran as fast as she could down the street. She legged it, as fast as she could while trying to cover herself with the posters. She ran down the street. People were there, but she knew that the best thing she could do was keep going as fast as she could. She ran down the sidewalk. Steph was talking to someone. Anita told them to get out of the way. When she passed them one of the posters fell to the ground. She had to make a split second decision. She decided not waste time picking it up and just continued running. The rest of the way, everyone she ran past got full view of her little brown backside. She was better able to wrap the poster around herself now using both of her hands to hold it in place.



Finally, she arrived home. She was greeted by her mother. Her mother just laughed at her. “You think this is funny?,” Anita asked. ”Everybody saw me like this.” “You should have no problem finding a boyfriend after that,” her mother said. “It is all your fault as well. You sent me there wearing a stolen dress.” “My heart was in the right place,” her mother said. “I can’t believe this. I was naked! You don’t even care.” She went away. She could not even look at her mother.



As a result of this debacle, Anita’s mother tried to make things up to her by taking her to the mall and, hopefully, buying her a new dress for real. Unfortunately for Anita, while they were window shopping, her mother was approached by a man and a woman. They introduced themselves and said that there was going to be something special happening at the food court today and they were looking for people to participate. They explained that there would an opportunity to win cash and prizes for those who took part. “No, we’re not interested,” Anita said,” We are busy shopping.” “Are you crazy, money? Prizes? Sure we are well up for it,” her mother said. “But, Mum you were going to buy me a dress. It was meant to be my day,” Anita pouted. “Oh don’t worry. I don’t really have much money to spend anyway. If we win some money I will have more to spend.” Anita rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Ok the concept is Anything for Money. Today we have teams, couples and family members in pairs. The idea is to see what people are willing to do to their loved ones for their own personal gain,” the woman said. Anita’s eyes widened. “I don’t like the sound of this,” she thought to herself. “So are you two mother and daughter?,” the woman asked. “Yes we sure are,” Anita’s mother responded. “ That is perfect. We have been looking for a mother daughter team.” “Sounds good. I take it is the mother who will be the one making the choices,” Anita’s mother said. “Yes, that would be great. You seem to be the most vocal so that will work best. You will be making the choices for your daughter here.” They told them when and where to meet them. There was very little time to lose, so they were rushed over to the backstage area where several other two person teams were gathered. Anita was getting a bit worried, but how bad could it be. It would probably just be a silly game. She never dreamed what was in store for her.



Anita and her mother ended up standing back stage in a line with other pairs. There was a brother and sister, a married couple, a pair of school mates and a pair of work mates. Anita and her mother would be the first pair up. Anita did not want to be the first. She wished that she could have at least seen what happened to someone else first so that she would have a better idea of what she had in for her. There seemed to be loads of people in the audience to watch this. Anita had not really anticipated that either. The presenter welcomed everyone and explained how the game would work. “This is what we like to call, Anything for Money. Today we have a special theme for everyone. Today we have teams. One person will be making the decisions and the other one will be paying the consequences. We want to see just what people would be willing to put people that they care about through for their own personal gain. The contestants will be offered a reward, but to earn that reward they will have to agree that their partner is subjected to some form of punishment. It will be very interesting. We have husbands and wives, brothers and sister, mothers and daughters and so on. Some of our contestants will be putting a lot of trust in their love ones, but is it justified?” It was a very interesting concept. Anita was now very worried about what was going to happen. “So, without further adieu, let’s welcome our first contestants,” the presenter said. The production manager back stage motioned to Anita and her mother that it was time for them to go on stage. Anita’s mother grabbed her by the hand and happily bounced on stage, smiling and waiving to the crowd’s applause. Anita looked decidedly uncomfortable.

“Welcome,” the presenter said,” If you can introduce yourselves please.” “I’m Eva and this is Anita. We our mother and daughter if you can believe that. I know that everyone says that we look like sisters,” Anita’s mother said. Anita frowned and rolled her eyes. She put her hand over her forehead. She was completely embarrassed already by her mother. “So, we have a mother and daughter team here. You can’t get a closer bond than that, but today we will be testing just that. Again, let me explain how this will work. Eva, I understand that you are our lead person today.” “Yes, that is right,” she chimed in. “Ok, here is how it works. Eva, we will be offering you an monetary amount or a prize. That prize will be linked to a forfeit. However, the forfeit will not be for yourself, it will be for your daughter Anita.” Anita looked at her, her eyes squinting almost begging. “It will be totally up to you though. You will have the choice. You will be given the chance to give up the prize to spare your daughter. In essence, her fate is completely up to you to decide. Whatever happens will be down to you.” Anita’s eyes perked up, surely her mother would save her from any embarrassment. She wouldn’t put money over her own daughter, would she? “Sounds like fun,” Eva said. “Ok then, I guess it is time for part one,” the presenter said.





Anita and her mother were very interested to see what was planned. “Ok, here we go,” the presenter said,” Let’s talk about the prize first of all.” An envelope was produced. The presenter opened it and read what was inside of it. “Ok, The prize for part one is mall vouchers, good for use in any shop in the mall. The vouchers are for £100.” “Oh, brilliant,” Eva said, looking at Anita. Anita didn’t look as enthusiastic. “Now of course, as we discussed earlier, there is a catch. Something will have to be done in order for you to earn those vouchers and the choice will be all yours Eva.” “Ok,” Eva said. “Well, I guess it’s now time to find out what that decision will be. So, let‘s bring it out and have a look.” A large plastic bowl was brought out and handed to the presenter. Anita’s eyes widened, wondering what this possibly could be. She had no idea what was going to happen. She still hoped that her mother would make the right choice no matter what it would be. The presenter held the bowl. “So, what we have here is a very large bowl of raspberry yogurt. Now you may be wondering why we have a bowl of raspberry yoghurt and what we may be doing with. Well let me explain. As we said earlier, Eva will be presented with a number of prizes, but in order to earn the prizes she will have to agree to certain consequences that her daughter here will have to suffer. So, the decision is simple. In order to win the vouchers, Eva here will have to make the choice to take this raspberry yoghurt and….pour it over Anita’s head.” The crowd roared its approval. Eva put her hand over her mouth laughing at her daughter. At that moment, panic flashed across Anita’s face. Her eyes darted around. She looked at her mother. “Please, Mum don’t do this,” she seemed to plead. Anita pouted. “So Eva, the choice is yours. You can refuse the prize and spare your daughter Anita. The choice is yours though. To win the vouchers, raspberry yoghurt will be poured over your daughter’s head. So, Eva, think this over carefully.” Anita begged her mother. “Mum, please, don’t do this.” She put her hands in front of her and begged her mother. “So what will it be Eva?,” the presenter asked. The audience voiced its opinion urging her. Anita shook her hands saying no. “I want to vouchers, sorry hun.” She pointed at her daughter and laughed. “Are you sure?,” the presenter asked. “Yeah lets gunger her,” Eva joked. Anita whined and pouted. She could not believe that her mother was going to humiliate her again publicly and this time she had been given the choice. “So, Anita, remember, we gave your Mum the opportunity to spare you and she chose not to. This is all on her.

The bowl was handed to Eva. “Ok, Anita, if you can stand right here please in this spot,” the presenter said, moving Anita to the centre of the stage. The bowl was handed to Eva. “Ok then, Eva, for the vouchers, let your daughter have it. Eva looked at the bowl and laughed. “Oh come on Anita, it is just a little yogurt it is worth it. It’s not a big deal.” Anita glared at her. “I can not believe you are actually going to do this to me,” she said angrily. Eva took the bowl walked behind her daughter. She told the presenter that she couldn’t get Anita good enough. Anita was then asked to go down to her knees, so her mother could pour the mess onto her better. Anita reluctantly complied. She was beet red with embarrassment and anger. Why did her mother seem to enjoy humiliating her like this. She was a selfish cow. Anita closed her eyes and scrunched up her face. She gave a pained expression waiting for the yoghurt to hit her. Her mother laughed and cheered. She spurred the crowd on. They all started to chant and cheer. Eva slowly tipped the purple and pink yoghurt onto her daughter’s awaiting head. She did not hold back at all. Anita flinched as the ice cold, creamy yogurt hit the top of her head. It fell onto her black hair and forehead. It then fell down the sides of her head, coating her hair on both sides. It fell down both sides of her face, before oozing down the centre of her face, down her nose and chin. The bright pink and purple creamy mess fell down onto Anita’s light brown skin. It poured down her cleavage and shoulders. It fell down the front of her dress, coating it completely in the soft yoghurt. Anita closed her eyes as her face was coated in the milky mess. She gently wiped some of it from her fringe and eyes, shaking her head and moving her fingers through her hair. The soft yogurt felt soft, smooth and sensual against her warm skin. She shivered. Her mother had taken no mercy on her. She put the bowl down and pointed and laughed at her messy daughter. Anita glared at her. “You look great honey,” Eva said. “I can’t believe you. You are unreal,” Anita said, crossing her arms and looking angry and ashamed.



“So, that went well,” the presenter chimed in,” Eva had no mercy at all on her daughter and that is the name of our game.” “Nah, she can take it and it was a lot of fun.” Anita was still busy clearing some of the yoghurt from her dress. “So, I think that it is time to move along to part two. Eva, you will be pleased to know that the prize for part two will be £300 in cash.” The crowd cheered and gave an impressed noise. “But, what we need to discuss is the decision that you will have to make in order to get that money. Ok boys bring it out.” Several men wheeled out a stand up metal tray that had several small pots in it. It was on wheels and the pots were removable. “So, everyone, the name of this challenge is human papadam. In these trays we have several sundries. We have mint sauce, mango chutney and this sort of red pickle sauce. So, I suppose the choice is obvious. To earn that money, you will have to make your daughter Anita into a human papadam. You will have the choice to pour all of these pots all over your daughter’s head. Or, you can choose not to. So what will it be?” Anita looked at her mother again, begging her to spare her. “Please don’t do this,” she pleaded. Eva smiled. She put her index finger to her chin and pretended that she was mulling the decision over. Everyone in the audience were, of course, encouraging her to choose the money. “So, what will it be?,” The presenter asked. “Let’s nail her,” Eva said, giggling. Anita bit her lip in disgust.

Eva walked over to the giant sundry tray. She put her finger to her chin, deciding, which dip she was going to choose first for Anita. She looked for a second before choosing the mint sauce first. It was white with tiny dots in it. It was smooth and very gloppy. It was very similar in texture to the yoghurt that already had been poured over Anita. Anita bent her neck forward. She placed her hands before her. Her mother took the pot of mint sauce and raised it above her daughter. In an instant globs of thick minty, yoghurty sauce poured down on her. The white glop moved along the beautiful contours of Anita’s face. It fell from the top of her lip and below her nose. Mint sauce fell from her nose and from her cheeks. Her ponytail was overwhelmed by the sauce. Her hands were splattered with the mint sauce. More poured across her neck and down her shoulders. It plopped on her dress, forming a horizontal pattern across her bust line and falling down her body. The straps of her dress were already starting to give way under the weight of the mess that covered it. She put her hand on her chest to try to hold her dress up.

Eva wasted no time in returning to the tray. She placed the empty pot down and grabbed the mango chutney pot for Anita. The thick, fruity, viscous mess looked delicious, but it was not going to be for eating. Eva headed over to Anita and started to pour the chutney down Anita’s back. When Anita felt it, she jumped forward slightly from the shock. When she flinched, her dress fell started to fall. Eva stopped pouring and yanked Anita’s dress off. The crowd members whistled and laughed. Luckily for Anita, she was wearing underwear this time. Eva started to pour again. The chutney poured onto Anita’s head and then down onto her yellow bra, stomach and pink panties. Mess was now collecting around Anita’s legs. She was up to her backside in the mess. Now. She could feel the chutney all over her smooth, muscular body. She closed her eyes as her mother finished the second pot on her.



Eva ran back to the tray and grabbed the third pot which contained the red coloured sauce. This sauce was much thicker with lumps of onion and other things. It was lumpy and much more gross than the other items had been. Anita stuck her tongue out and gave a disgusted face as she saw what was going to be coming her way next. Eva brought the pot over and stood beside her already messy daughter. She lifted the pot up above Anita’s head and tipped it forward. A gigantic thick lump of the red muck fell onto Anita’s head with a thud. It covered the entire top half of Anita’s head. Her hair was totally covered in it. She eyes were obscured by the read lumpy mess. Anita stuck her tongue out and screamed as her whole head was now covered in the dripping slop. Some oozed and toppled down her body, onto her underwear and skin. When the flow stopped, Anita shook her head. She Was completely covered in papadam toppings.



Eva then grabbed two papadams from the tray. She sauntered over to her daughter and giggled. She took the first papadam and smashed it over Anita’s head. It shattered into a million little pieces. The pieces stuck to the accumulated mess that covered Anita already. Eva then took the second papadam and, comically, did the same thing, smashing the thin papadam on Anita’s head. This was more humiliating than anything else. It made a cracking noise on the moment of impact, instantly shattering. The crowd felt that this was absolutely hilarious. Anita was now well and truly covered in the sauces. She was feeling pretty uncomfortable sitting in the position that she was, so she now moved herself slightly, sitting on her backside on the stage with her legs stretched in front of her, knees bent. She could not believe that this was continuing, but it was.

“Ok now. It is time for part three,” the presenter said. “The prize for round three will be this: three brand new, specially designed, designer dresses. The value of these dresses is quite high. Now of course, you are probably wondering what you will have to do to earn your prize. Well, let’s bring it out.” The guys from before wheeled out a similar tray as before. This time the contents were different of course. “Ok, Eva, as you may have guest, the challenge this time is a very simple one. In order to win the dresses all you have to do is empty the contents of these pots over your daughter’s head. But, what is in those pots you may be asking yourself. Well, let me clue you in. We have some lovely Chicken Tikka Masala, some Chicken Korma and some nice Vegetable curry. As you may have guessed we have a bit of an Indian theme this afternoon. Again, it is all up to Eva. She holds the fait of her lovely daughter in her hands. So Eva what will it be?” Anita again looked at her. She didn’t even bother begging this time, because she knew what her mother’s answer was going to be. “Anita, really likes curry, so I wouldn’t want to disappoint her,” Eva teased. “Yeah, but not on my head,” Anita said in a defeated voice. She was already sat in a pile of mess that partially covered her.



Eva was then invited to visit the tray and select her first item. She chose the vegetable curry. There were at least ten kinds of vegetables in the curry including carrots, green beans, cauliflower, potatoes and peas. It was a yellow brown kind of colour. Anita did not expect her mother to go easy on her. All she could do was sit there and brace herself, while her mother towered over her with the curry. Eva, happily and without a single hint of hesitation, began to pour the curry down onto Anita. She poured it back and forth onto her daughter’s body. She poured it up her knees and thighs and then up her stomach and chest, leaving a trail of thick curry and vegetables along Anita. The thick gloppy sauce rolled down Anita’s surprisingly well toned body. Eva then poured the rest of the vegetable curry onto Anita’s head. It was the thickest potion, loaded with the largest vegetable bits. It poured onto her head, piling on the top and pouring onto her face. A carrot stayed in place in Anita’s nostril. Vegetables fell from Anita’s hair and chin. Her hair was coated in the curry.

Eva wasted no time in grabbing the tikka masala. “This is her favourite food,” Eva announced. Anita looked incredibly embarrassed. “Mmmm yummy. It’s all for you,” Eva teased. Anita cringed as her mother tipped the thick red massala onto her head. It was cold by now and very gloppy. It was thicker than any gunge and, of course was filled with bits of chicken. Anita suspected that it had gone off by the way it smelled. Everyone was surprised by the sheer enjoyment that Eva was getting from totally humiliating her own daughter. The thick red glop poured onto Anita’s face. The lumps of chicken made their way down Anita’s face and body, mostly collecting on her underwear and beneath her bottom. The sauce plummets over her head and down her face. It covered her shoulders and arms before pouring down her front. The thick red glop left its trail all over her. There was still some lumps of chicken stuck at the bottom of the pot. Eva took her hand and grabbed a handful. She slopped her hand against Anita’s stomach, throwing it on her. She then rubbed it around with her hand on her daughter’s stomach. The chicken fell apart and disintegrated as she did this. She then took the last handful of chicken from the pot and pushed it into Anita’s face. She twisted her hand in her daughter’s face, rubbing the messy chicken around. Anita sputtered and fell backwards. She decided to stay in that position for now. She now lay on her back.

Eva grabbed the final pot that was filled with chicken korma. The korma was just as thick as the massala was. It was bright yellow and filled with coconut and yoghurt. Anita lay on her back and closed her eyes. Eva held the pot over Anita’s prone body. She carefully began to pour, directing the flow of the mess onto her daughter. She started at her ankles and poured the korma up Anita’s legs. She poured more onto her underwear and then up her stomach. The bright yellow against Anita’s brown skin. She poured more onto Anita’s breasts and then over her face. Anita sat up slightly on her elbows. Her mother then took what was left in the pot and tossed it straight into Anita’s face. Anita tried to rub her stomach and body in the korma to clear some away. As a special bonus, Eva was given a pot of rice and was allowed to pour that onto Anita as well. She carefully sprinkled the rice over her daughter. The mess that was already covering her allowed the multicoloured rice to stick everywhere, as if she had been tarred and feathered. Anita now sat in pile of messy food, dejected and embarrassed.



“Well, well done Eva. You have earned all of the prizes. Did you enjoy that?” “I have to say that I did. Sorry, Anita. It was really funny though,” Eva said. “Well, you certainly proved at least that you would do quite a few things at your daughter’s expense for personal gain.” “It was just a bit of fun. She’ll be ok.” Anita glared at her. Anita was not even aware that some of her friends were in the back of the audience and watching the whole thing. “Well our mother really let our daughter have it. Let’s hear it for them. Especially Anita. She really was a good sport about all of this. She looks a bit annoyed though. There will be tension at the dinner table this week, I suspect. But let’s give them a hand as they leave the stage.” Anita made her way to her feet and exited the stage following Eva. She did not remember that her dress was gone until it was too late. The two were taken backstage. Eva was given her prizes. Anita was given some bad news. The showers at the mall were out of order today, so she would have to make her way home this way. “What, I can’t go home like this. I have curry all over my body. I am in my underwear. People will see me,” Anita said. The production team apologized but then went off and just left them.

“Well done, Mum. Look at me. Well, at least we have the prizes to share,” Anita said. “But I earned them, I was the one who was given them. So they are mine really.” “But I was the one who was covered in slop in front of everyone.” “Yeah, but that was the game. See you later honey,” Eva said. Eva went off to spend her money, leaving Anita on her own. Once again, Anita was forced to walk home in an incredibly embarrassing position. Previously she had to walk home naked now she had walk home covered in assorted mess. Again, she ran home, slipping and sliding as she went along, leaving a trail of muck as she went. As she walked, people pointed and laughed at her. To top it off, when her mother returned home, she had bags of clothes and things for herself that she had used her money to purchase. All she had for Anita was the dress that she had been wearing that, still covered in some mess in a plastic bag. Anita was furious about what her mother kept putting her through. She did not know how she could show her face again in town after what had happened in the past week.