CougarGirl
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- Joined
- Nov 5, 2013
Sandra came out of her bedroom door and turned to her left. As she walked towards the stairs, daylight shone from the open door of her daughter’s bedroom. Sandra sighed, knowing what was waiting inside. She had tried not looking, but that hadn’t work. April would call out to her to attract her attention or speak to her to entice her inside. And she would find what she always found, what she had found ever since her daughter’s body had been to develop. She’d find her naked or clad in some skimpy underwear that barely concealed anything at all.
This constant display had caused endless trouble with Sandra’s husband, until she threw him out for showing too much interest in a teenage girl, with various lovers who couldn’t keep their eyes and sometimes hands off April, and with a succession of shocked relatives of either sex. Sandra should have been used to it by now, but she wasn’t, for reasons that she found difficult to fathom. The sight of her daughter’s body was unsettling and the thoughts it led to were, well, disturbing.
It was a good body. Large breasts, nice broad hips, strong arms and thighs, tight ass, soft white skin. Just like many 19 year olds. It wasn’t the body itself that had its effect on Sandra, though; it was the way April used it. The casual nakedness, the ease that she obviously felt with herself, the pleasure she seemed to get from tormenting her mother.
Sandra had tried to avoid her recently, sensing that something was brewing, bubbling up inside Sandra, something that she knew she couldn’t control once it was unleashed. She strode forward, her eyes fixed on the stairs, determined for once not to be diverted.
This constant display had caused endless trouble with Sandra’s husband, until she threw him out for showing too much interest in a teenage girl, with various lovers who couldn’t keep their eyes and sometimes hands off April, and with a succession of shocked relatives of either sex. Sandra should have been used to it by now, but she wasn’t, for reasons that she found difficult to fathom. The sight of her daughter’s body was unsettling and the thoughts it led to were, well, disturbing.
It was a good body. Large breasts, nice broad hips, strong arms and thighs, tight ass, soft white skin. Just like many 19 year olds. It wasn’t the body itself that had its effect on Sandra, though; it was the way April used it. The casual nakedness, the ease that she obviously felt with herself, the pleasure she seemed to get from tormenting her mother.
Sandra had tried to avoid her recently, sensing that something was brewing, bubbling up inside Sandra, something that she knew she couldn’t control once it was unleashed. She strode forward, her eyes fixed on the stairs, determined for once not to be diverted.