Chapter 6

Maggie's mother and aunt met her at the airport when she arrived in her hometown. Seeing them together didn't surprise her. They had lived next door to each other for years, and moved in together a couple of years earlier, when their husbands were killed by a drunk driver on the way home from work.

Maggie smiled brightly and held out her arms. "Hello, Mother. It's been only a year since I saw you, but you look five years younger. I want to know your secret."

Abigail hugged her daughter and gave her a kiss on each cheek. "I have lots of secrets to tell you, dear," she said cryptically.

Maggie held out her arms to her aunt. "Hello, Aunt Celeste."

"Don't you dare call me Aunt," Celeste said with a laugh. "It makes me feel so old, and I'm two years younger than your mother."

Instead of kissing Maggie on the cheek, Celeste kissed her full on the mouth. Her lips were soft and alive, but the kiss wasn't overly sexual, since she kept her tongue in her own mouth. Still, the intimate gesture startled Maggie. She had never kissed another woman on the mouth, not even her mother, since she grew up. To her surprise, she liked the feel of Celeste's lips on hers.

Maggie regained her composure and said, "Neither of you look your age. I hope I got more of your genes than Dad's."

"Before you get away this time, I intend to find out whose genes you got," Celeste said, her statement as cryptic as Abigail's. She took a step back and looked Maggie up and down. "Marriage must agree with you. You look sexier than ever."

"Nice of you to notice," Maggie replied. "I don't think I look as sexy as you, with your big blue eyes and beautiful blonde hair and that great body."

"Well, if you two are through expressing your mutual admiration, shall we go?" Abigail chuckled.

"I have to call David first. Promised I would let him know his favorite girl is safe," Maggie said, heading to a nearby bank of telephones.

Abigail and Celeste hung back a discreet distance. Maggie heard them talking softly, but couldn't make out their words.

David answered the phone on the second ring. "Hi, lover," Maggie said. "You must have been waiting by the phone."

"I was, baby. Had to be sure that big silver bird didn't fall out of the sky."

"No, it didn't, lover. Got here okay. Mom and Aunt Celeste are here to meet me. Only she told me not to call her Aunt Celeste. I already miss you."

"Yeah, me, too. First time we've been apart even one night since we married. But we'll survive. You just relax and enjoy your visit. I'll be fine."

"I love you, darling. I worry that you won't eat right. You should have let me leave some meals in the freezer for you."

"I'll be fine, honey," he assured her. "I'll stop on the way home from work and grab a bite. If you want to call, wait until about seven."

"Why don't I call you at the office? You shouldn't have to rush home from work. You might want to stop off and have a beer with the boys, or something."

David chuckled. "Having a beer with the boys isn't my idea of fun, baby. I'll be okay. Really. Stop worrying and enjoy your visit."

"Okay, if you say so. Love you. I'll be home in a few days. Don't wear out your hand."

As they walked out to the parking lot, Maggie tried to figure out why Celeste kissed her on the mouth. She shrugged it off as inconsequential. Celeste had always been a demonstrative woman.

"If you're not too tired, I thought we'd stop at a nice restaurant on the way home," Abigail said.

"Mother, it's only a one-hour flight," Maggie replied. She didn't say David had given her a couple rejuvenating shots before she left. "I'd like something to eat. I can't eat that stuff they serve on airplanes."

"Yeah, it's almost as bad as my cooking," Celeste quipped. "If I hadn't moved in with Abigail, I probably would have starved by now."

"Who did the cooking before?" Maggie asked.

"Jerry. He was a very good cook. He liked to tell everyone he married me for my other talents."

"Which she has in abundance. Here we are," Abigail said as she unlocked the car door.

"You told me you bought a new car," Maggie said. "You didn't tell me you got a sporty model." She peered into the back seat. "I'd better sit in back, Celeste. My legs are shorter than yours."

"No, you sit up front with Abigail. I can stuff myself in the back. Just please turn the air conditioner on high right away. This thing's like an oven."

"You're always telling me how much you like summer so you can run around half-naked," Abigail teased. "Can't say I blame her," she said to Maggie. "If I had a body like hers, I'd show it off, too."

"Nothing wrong with either of your bodies," Maggie said. "I hope I look so good when I'm your age."

Celeste climbed into the middle of the back seat, buckled herself in, and pulled her dress up over her knees. "See, Abigail, I told you there's nothing wrong with your body," she said.

Maggie and Abigail settled into the bucket seats in front and buckled their seat belts. Abigail started the engine, turned on the air conditioner, and adjusted one vent so it would blow between the seats and push cool air directly onto Celeste. By the time they left the parking lot, the car was beginning to cool.

Maggie looked back to ask Celeste a question and did a double take. Celeste had one foot on each side of the drive shaft tunnel, her legs parted, her skirt held high to capture the cool air, and Maggie found herself looking directly at the crotch of Celeste's panties. She forgot her question.

Celeste grinned over the hem of her skirt. "Have to keep the damn thing cool. If I wore panties, it would be even worse. Guess I'm just normally a hot person."

Maggie looked closer, and sure enough, she was looking at a hairless pussy mound, not a panty crotch. Unexpectedly, she felt a rush of blood to her brain and a flutter of excitement in her own pussy.

Well, I'll be damned! Looking at her bare pussy turns me on! She's up to something kinky. If I didn't know better, I'd say she's trying to seduce me. Right in front of Mother! Maggie looked at her mother. Damn, is she trying to hide a grin ? Does she know what Celeste is doing? Naw, it couldn't be. Not my staid mother. If Celeste is going to make a move on me, she'll wait until we 're alone.

"So, Mother, what have you been doing with yourself? Are you staying out of trouble?"

This time, Abigail's grin was evident. "Well, I don't go looking for trouble."

"She doesn't duck very quickly, either," Celeste quipped.

"She has no room to talk," Abigail said to Maggie. "We do just about everything together." She turned on the turn signal and pulled into a parking lot. "Here we are. Not much to look at on the outside, but the food is superb."

Maggie suspected her mother's statement about doing just about everything with Celeste had a hidden meaning. She shook off the feeling. She was only imagining things.

During dinner, they ate good food, drank lots of fine wine and caught up on events since they'd last seen each other. The conversation got downright risque at times, and again Maggie thought she detected some hidden meaning again. She was dying to bluntly ask her mother about her suspicions, but held her counsel until later. She knew she was letting her imagination run away with her and didn't want to embarrass her mother or herself.