Emily was incredibly excited she had been picked to be on the TV commercial. She wasn't entirely sure about what the commercial would be for, but on top of $500 cash she would be able to show her 18 year old daughter Heather that she was on TV and could maybe score some "cool" points.

Emily was slightly self conscious about her looks She was 50, a little heavy but not obese, with large breasts and a large ass. Her hair was still fairly long and thick and largely still naturally chestnut brown with slight grey. She often received compliments from other women for it. But still, her stomach made her very uncomfortable, despite occasionally noticing looks from other men.

The interview had been fairly informal. She showed up, and they asked her what she knew about homeowners insurance to which she honestly replied fairly little. She paid for it annually, but that was about it.

The men eyed her over, in a way she had noticed in grocery stores and at work and had always been flattered by, but which also made her slightly uneasy. They told her she had the job and she was elated. She immediately came home and told her daughter who was incredulous.

"Really? You? You're going to be on TV???"

"Yes, a commercial. Insurance or something I think. They didn't really tell me too much, but I'm going to be on TV."

Emily felt slightly insulted but chalked it up to jealousy on her daughter's part. Heather was much more conventionally beautiful then her mother, which given the age difference was to be expected. She was thin, perky tits and ass, and unlike her mother had long bright red hair and freckles.

The day for the commercial shoot came. She had just been told to look her best and they would do the rest. She had her hair freshly done in waves, and wore her finest long black dress, exposing some cleavage, a slit up the side and with just some cloth on the shoulders leaving her arms bare. She hadn't felt more beautiful in quite some time.

When she arrived at the shoot everyone complimented her and she felt elated. She asked for the script however she was told "oh no, this is more of an infomercial, where you'll be modeling the products, not an actual commercial."

She was a little confused, but thought about being on TV and and the $500 extra cash she would get. She just asked what she would be modelling, and the producers said simply "food products."

Emily stepped onto the set and the hosts of the program greeted her and went into their pitch. They were pitching some cream product that was supposed to taste like real cream, but with half the calories. They had Emily try it and give her opinion, and she glowingly said it was wonderful despite it actually tasting dreadful. They then asked about consistency, to which she also agreed had a great consistency. Emily hated the taste but was on cloud 9 having never been on TV before. Both host complimented her on how amazing she looked.

And then it struck. One of the hosts said "And Heather, could you please come out and we can try the difference between real cream and this amazing product!"

Emily witnessed her daughter come out unexpectedly on stage in an American Flag bikini and heels with two pies in her hand, smiling broadly, her creamy skin on full display. Emily was embarrassed.

"Now Heather, doesn't your mother look quite lovely right now?"

"Oh yes, she looks great!"

Emily blushed.

"Now, Heather, you volunteered your mom for this, and I think she's doing an amazing job. But you seem to disagree."

"She what..."

"Oh yes, she volunteered you."

"See, mom doesn't like me looking nice, even though I'm an adult. So I thought I'd set her up to get her back for all the times she made me dress up by getting her to dress up..."

"Wait, what's going on..." Emily stammered

"Well mom..." Heather approached her mom in her bikini, a pie in each hand. "This isn't actually an infomercial. This is a prank show. Welcome to GYOM!"

And with that, Heather sandwiched her mom's lovely head in pies. Her hair had been done perfectly and was now a mess. She twisted them in, smearing the pies over Emily's head. She couldn't see, and was stunned with embarrassment.'

Emily backed away slightly, trying to wipe cream from her eyes. The cream was the foul stuff used in the artificial pies previously, and smelled a bit.

Heather was laughing, and wasn't about to let up. She shoved it right into her mom's pretty face laughing all the while. The cream was dripping down onto her black dress and onto her milky cleavage. Emily couldn't believe what was happening to her.

Her hair was now thickly coated with cream, and heavily made up face ruined. Heather next pied her mom's breasts, snearing, while TV cameras captured everything.

Emily was almost in tears at this. How could they do this to her!!! She was speechless and didn't know what to do.

And then, her daughter pied her plump ass, ruining more of her dress and adding to the humiliation.

"Hey now, I think she's had enough now," One of the producers said, while nodding and handing Heather a bucket...

Heather slowly tipped the bucket over Emily, pouring foul cream over her head, down her dress and all over her, gallons upon gallons. Emily tried to run, however slipped in the slop and wound up wallowing in the mess in her best dress.

Emily at this point was outright crying at her humiliation, on all fours on the ground. The camera zoomed in on her while the audience laughed...

*Stay tuned for part 2