Chapter 4
"Mandy! Mandy! What, in God's name, are you doing in there? Answer me!" Vera Morrisson rapped her knuckles smartly on the bathroom door and bellowed at her daughter.
"Um, uh, just taking a bath, Mom!" Mandy called out.
"Sounds more like the sinking of the Titanic to me," Vera snapped. "If you make a mess in there, young lady, you had better clean up every bit of it! I'm not going to mop up after you like your servant woman, do you hear me?"
"Yes, Mama!"
"And it's about time for you to get out of that bath tub. You've been soaking in there for an hour like the Queen of Sheba! Come on now! You've got to clean your room and then take the clothes down to the laundromat. Get to it!"
"Yes, Mama," Mandy sighed in resignation. The bathroom was one hell of a holy mess. There was more water on the floor than there was left in the tub. It looked like a pack of Cub Scouts had been doing battle in the place. Mandy would much rather have lain back in the tub and enjoyed the last warm glow of her orgasm, but she didn't want to arouse her mother's suspicions too much. Her mom hadn't looked too pleased when she got home last night and had found Brad still there that late at night. She had been in a grouchy mood from the moment she came in the house. Maybe her date with Steve hadn't gone too well. Mandy stepped out of the tub and pulled the plug, then started mopping up the floor.
Vera was still in a crabby mood. She had finished vacuuming the house; the weather was muggy-warm and her dress was clinging to her hips and back in a most annoying way. She had her honey-blonde hair pinned up off her face and her cheeks were rosy with the efforts of her labor and the warmth of the Saturday morning. She wiped the perspiration off her forehead and decided to have a Coke and sit down for a while in the kitchen to cool off.
That girls spends just too goddamn much time in the bathroom, primping herself and bathing for hours! And not getting up until nearly noon on a Saturday when she knew that she had her chores to do as always! She... bah! Calm yourself down, Vera," she told herself. "You're just getting upset over nothing!"
She yanked the cap off a cold bottle of soft drink and raised it to her lips! They were very nice, soft, full lips indeed-even softer and fuller than her daughter's! She tilted her head back, drinking directly from the bottle, the cold, sweet drink flowing down her throat in a soothing stream! Her neck was long and slender and the skin was just as firm and tight and smooth and dewy as Mandy's. It took a little more work to keep it that way, but with the aid of her creams and cosmetics, Mrs. Morrisson was about as good-looking as she had been eighteen years earlier when she had gotten knocked up with Mandy!
She wiped her face again and felt the sweat trickling down between her boobs. Her knockers felt hot and damp in her bra and she wished that she could have stripped off and sat in front of a fan for a few minutes-just enough to cool off and get dry! This damned humidity was a pain in the ass! She fanned herself with a magazine and took another pull from the bottle of soft drink. She could hear her daughter moving around in the bathroom by then. At least she was up and at it. Lazy little thing!
Not so little either, Vera thought. Old as she was when Mandy had been born. That had been one hell of a mess. Letting Jack get her pregnant when she was just seventeen and then marrying the damn fool! Walking to the altar with her bouquet of flowers held in front of her to hide the growing belly! That was a laugh -everyone in the family had enough fingers to count on to tell that Mandy had been born after six months of marriage! And Jack had split about six months after that! How damn dumb she had been to spend that much time and effort in trying to fit herself into the mold that society demanded of her. It hadn't done any good.
No, Mandy wasn't a little slip of a girl anymore and Vera was no fool, either. She knew very well that her daughter was no virgin. It hadn't been long after she had started her periods before she had told her mother that she wanted to go to the doctor and get put on the Pill. Vera had nodded in agreement. There wasn't going to be any big-belly marriage for Mandy! That was one mistake that she would make sure that her daughter would not have to repeat.
But they weren't all that close. Few mothers were with their teenaged daughters, especially when the mothers were not that much older. She knew that Mandy slept with boys that she liked. So what? Vera slept with men that she liked. She was no hypocrite! She would be damned if she would lie and tell Mandy that it was bad when she herself was getting as much sex as she could! She hadn't gone to college and she had to work damned hard all her life, but that didn't mean that she was stupid! Hell, no! She was a lot smarter than her mother had been-she was going to do a good job in raising her daughter! Teach her what she needed to know and the truth-not a bunch of fairy tales about life!
She mopped her handkerchief down her slender neck and into the crevice between her full breasts. Her cunt was hot and wet and felt heavy too. Her whole belly was a little achy. She knew why. That damned Steve! Mister Slam-Bam-Thank-You-Ma'am! He had left her hanging a couple of times last night. Horny old slob who could hardly get his dick into her pussy before he was shooting off! You would think that a man his age with his kind of money and experience would know how to pleasure a woman better than that! Well, to hell with him. She didn't care if he took her to the best restaurants in town and the best movies, she wasn't dating him any more-couldn't fuck for shit!
"Mandy! Are you cleaning up in there! Don't forget, you have to take the laundry down and do it!" she yelled.
"Okay, Mom!" Mandy shouted back. "I'll take care of it as soon as I get dressed!"
She was really a pretty good girl, Vera thought to herself. She shouldn't snap at her like that. Still she did do some pretty silly things-like slopping water all over the bathroom floor as if she were a little baby playing in the bath tub and that pizza last night! A whole pizza sitting on the kitchen table still in its box and not one bite taken out of it-stone cold and greasy and not one bite eaten! Those kids were crazy all right-said that they ordered it and then forgot about it once it got there. Television show was so interesting! Television show my ass! she thought. They were probably so hot to get screwing on the sofa that they just left it there to get cold.
Mandy finally emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her from her breasts down just below her moist pussy. She had her hands full of sopping wet towels from mopping up the floor and Vera could feel her cheeks flushing with anger to see what a mess the girl had made. But she calmed herself. As long as she cleaned it up, who cared? God, she was really a woman now, Vera noted. She thought to herself that she had better stop treating Mandy like a child. The size and fullness of those breasts holding the towel taut in the front were not the little titties of a girl. And the shape and swing of those hips and ass at the bottom were those of a grown woman.
Vera watched silently as Mandy dumped the wet towels with the rest of the laundry which needed to be done and then went into her bedroom to dress. A grown-up woman for sure. And that boy she dated! Brad! He was no little snotty-nosed kid, either! Hell, she thought-I'll bet he does a better job in the sack than Steve did! That wouldn't take much doing, but she began to wonder about the teenager. He was taller than Steve already, out-weighed him too, probably. God, he ought to with shoulders as broad and strong as his! Big solid arms and muscular legs-a real football player! And yet his waist was narrow and there wasn't a sign of a drop of fat on him-no loose belly or flab! In the prime of his life and in perfect condition!
She took another swig of soft drink and felt herself getting hotter down in her hairy love-nest instead of cooler. That boy must be some stud, she thought! She had admired the hard muscle of his ass and the tempting fullness of his crotch! She was willing to bet that he was hung like a bull inside those blue jeans he always wore! I'll bet he's got a cock like a horse and balls the size of his fists! she thought, suddenly feeling her quim dampen. Her clit hardened and her cunt lips squished with the flood of horny, creamy, cunt lubrication that began to flow.
Jesus! I'll bet he can fuck like a machine, too! Never get tired with those strong muscles in his back and belly and legs-just fuck on and on! Still, he might pop right away as bad as Steve did. Teenaged boys sometimes did that. But mainly when they were inexperienced and Vera was willing to bet that Brad had bulled plenty of pussies in his young life! That boy was no beginner by a long shot!
She found herself sitting at the kitchen table with her legs pressed tightly together, her slit sopping with joy juice and her clit sticking out from between her inner cunt lips, the tip of it just touching and rubbing against the silk of her panties. She rocked from side to side on the chair as she thought of the young football player, stripped naked, cock jutting out from his belly, balls hanging low between his legs, eyes smoky with lust as he reached for her, took her hand in his and drew her up from the chair, pressing her breast in his hand, sliding the other hand down, down to her quivering quim as she lay back her head and...
"Do you have some change for the machines, Mom? Or will I have to stop and get some?" Mandy demanded, swinging into the kitchen. She had her hair pulled back from her face with a bandanna, a light-weight blouse on that was unbuttoned down to the level of her bra, tight jeans that showed off every curve of her young body! The tails of the blouse were out and tied in a knot in the front, just below her rib cage, showing a strip of firm young female flesh set with an enchanting little belly button!
Vera jerked herself upright and mopped at the sweat that was now pouring off her. And it wasn't all that hot in the kitchen either. She forgot to gain control over her quivering body and drove the vision of the young stud out of her mind. She gestured at her purse.
"Gee, Mom! Are you all right?" Mandy said with some genuine concern. "You don't look so hot!"
"Fine, I'm fine," Vera said. "That's just the trouble. I'm a little too hot!"
"Are you having a hot flash or something?" Mandy asked tactlessly.
"What are you talking about!? Hot flash! Ridiculous! I'm not anywhere near old enough to be having hot flashes, young lady!" she snapped at her daughter, her flush burning hotter with anger then. What the hell did that girl think she was-some kind of dried up old lady? She was going to have to teach her a lesson about that one of these days!
"Sorry, Mom," Mandy said, passing it off in a moment and fetching her mother's purse. "Why don't you take a bath and cool off some?"
"Perhaps I will if you haven't destroyed the bathroom," Vera said, digging into her purse for her billfold. She took out a five dollar bill and handed it to her daughter. "Here, this ought to be enough. Now don't go wandering off when the clothes are in the dryer," she warned. "Some of those women down there would steal the panties right off your ass if they thought they could get away with it!"
Mandy laughed.
"What's so funny?"
"Just thinking of a woman trying to take another woman's panties off without her knowing it," Mandy said, giggling. "It's funny!"
"It won't be funny one goddamn bit if you come home with only half our clothes and some silly story about how the other half of the clothes got gone! I work plenty hard to pay for those fancy clothes you wear, young lady and I won't have you lolly-gagging around and having them stolen!"
"I won't, Mom. I promise!"
"All right," Vera said, reaching out to stroke her daughter's arm. So beautifully tanned and smooth and creamy gold in color. Just like her mother's. Vera tilted her head up. "Gimme a kiss, dear and behave yourself!"
Vera's lips were touched, brushed by the full lips of her daughter. Innocent of lipstick and still as red as blood and soft as satin! Not a passionate kiss of course-that would be ridiculous. But still a kiss that sparked her pulse up a few beats faster and renewed the moistness between her cunt lips. God, was she going nuts getting wet from her daughter kissing her? No, of course not. It was just thinking about that boy! That's what had her going. And Mandy just reminded her of her boy friend.
"Bye, Mom!" Mandy said as she lugged out the baskets of laundry to the car.
"Don't take too long at it," Vera called out. "I'll need the car to go shopping this afternoon!"
Mandy just waved and backed out of the driveway. The day was just beautiful, really- bright sunlight, clear sky, a bit of a breeze. Too damned bad to have to spend it cleaning the house. But she worked weekdays and had to use the weekends for such work. She closed the door and went back into the kitchen. Maybe a beer would be better on a warm day like this instead of just a soft drink. She went to the refrigerator and opened a bottle for herself, pressing the cold glass against her chest and letting the cold moisture from it trickle down between her full breasts.
She was thinking about that boy again. She'd like to offer him a beer and sit with him on the sofa. Twist her fingers into his hair. Talk to him like the man he was, talk as the woman she was. Instead of Mandy's mother, she would just be Vera-a good-looking woman who appreciated fine young boys like Brad. She would lean over and let him get a good look at her tits, see how big and full and soft they were. Sneak a look at his crotch and see if his cock reacted to the sight of them! She closed her eyes and imagined the swell of the blue denim, the outline of that heavy tool of his inside his pants! God, she could have him hard and panting in minutes, she knew! She knew just how to turn on a young stud like that! She wondered if Mandy could do it as well!
The beer tasted extra good in the warm weather. She drank it quickly, imagining that it was getting her high far faster than it actually could have. She slipped her fingers inside her bra, shifting her big boobs. She unbuttoned a couple more buttons on the house duster she was wearing, letting in some cooler air.
What would he think of her? What would he think of a woman old enough to be his mother? She was old enough, all right, old enough to know how to turn him on like no teenaged girl ever could and still young enough to do it! She moved slowly toward the bath room, thinking about taking that bath, but thinking of other things as well.
Big Brad! Big, strong stud of a Brad! Big cock Brad! Big hot, humper, Brad! Oh, yes! Not like that old shit, Steve, who had left her so unsatisfied the night before. Christ, no! Steve with his pale white belly and flabby thighs! She blocked the picture out. He was a good fourteen or fifteen years older than Vera. She had been crazy to go out with him for all his money! Hardly get it up before he was cumming off and grunting like a stuck pig, gasping for a breath of air and snorting in her ear!
Brad wouldn't pop off like that old shit! He could keep it up for hours and hours, she was willing to bet! Fire off a thick load of his nut cream into her pussy and keep on plugging! And he could hump that ass of his for hours without turning blue in the face like he was going to drop dead of a heart attack! Handsome face, broad, beefy shoulders, heavy tool! She drained the last of the beer and stood before the mirror in the bathroom.
She slipped her hand down and began to unsnap the snaps. She tried to see herself through his eyes. How would he react to a woman like her? She knew he would like her hair and eyes-they were the same as Mandy's. The figure was a little more, a little riper. Not fat. Not sagging or wrinkled or marked! God knows, not that! Just a little riper! She unhooked the bra with her hand behind her back and shrugged the straps off her shoulders. She cupped her breasts in her hands, examining them in the mirror, then dropped her hands to let them stand alone. They didn't sag much, not much at all! Still firm and upstanding, round and full! She arched her shoulders back, bringing them up even higher so that the nipples pointed up. The cool of the moist air on her bare skin tightened the flesh of her nipples! The aureoles were darker, browner by a shade than the rosy-dusky pink of Mandy's. And the nipples were larger and stood up higher from the surrounding flesh! She was proud of them, proud of how young and firm they were!
She shed her house coat, kicking it away from her feet. Her snatch was showing through her panties! The silk clung like oil to her flesh! The dark cunt hair was clearly visible through the pale cloth! Her hips were rounder, fuller than Mandy's. There was a bigger difference down there than in the breasts. For one, her cunt hair was much darker than Mandy's, not blonde at all. It had gotten darker and darker with age. And her hips were definitely heavier! Hips that a man could hold onto and drive his cock deep into her cunt! The solid foundation of a woman who could really fuck! She was proud of that, too.
Her fingers plucked at the elastic band of her panties. She watched as she peeled them down over her thighs, over the mound of her pussy! Her bush was thicker and bigger than Mandy's. She had seen that much of her daughter naked. Her hand stroked over the dark hair and spread it to show her cunt lips in the mirror. They were a deep pink, dark as pink could go, tinged with a soft brown at the edges. And there between the edges of the inner lips just at the apex-there was the tip of her large clit just protruding! She had a bigger clit than her daughter did, but she didn't know that. She hadn't seen her daughter that naked-not yet!