Julie, she was sure, would be willing-more than willing-to help her out.
The wait would make it so much sweeter, she felt. The feeling between her thighs would stay, probably even grow better, as time passed until she could get her daughter alone. Idly fondling her breasts, she smiled to herself as she remembered what it had been like, her face between those creamy thighs, tasting that delicious moisture of Julie's cunt. It seemed to Barbara that she could still feel the slight tickle of Julie's pussy hairs against her lips and cheeks.
Her clitoris lurched as she remembered the sensation of having Julie suck on it. A soft moan bubbled from her mouth. Barbara licked her lips sensuously and squeezed her resilient breast. She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together, making the feeling grow.
Eventually, she stood up and went back to her bedroom. She removed her dressing gown and padded about nakedly, the door wide open. Strangely enough, she never once thought of Kenney, only Julie. She rummaged about drawers and her closet, seeking something to wear. Usually, a housedress was sufficient, but today she wanted something sexy, something that would make her pretty and alluring.
Barbara went about choosing her clothing as if she were preparing for a date with a valued lover.
Going by instinct, she pulled sheer nylons over her creamy legs and thighs, using a black garter belt to strap them up. Giggling like a high school girl, she decided not to wear panties or a bra. Search as she did, her clothing wouldn't do. There was one dress, a body-hugging sheath with a black and white checked pattern, that might do. She pulled it from the closet and located a needle and thread.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, legs crossed, Barbara began to hem the skirt of the dress. After she finished, she held it before her, looking into the mirror. The bottom of the dress came just below her crotch. Giggling again, she slipped it over her head and smoothed it down after zipping up the back.
Again she examined her reflection.
With the dress on, the hem was shorter than it had looked. In fact, every inch of her lovely slim thighs were exposed, including the creamy flesh above the tops of her nylons. There was about an inch of naked flesh there, she saw. She started to remove the dress so she could lower the hem about two inches, then inspiration came to her.
"Why do that?" she whispered aloud. Julie, she thought, couldn't possibly misunderstand when she saw her.
Turning her back, Barbara twisted her head and looked into the mirror. The dress barely covered her ass, she noticed. Bending slightly, she saw the creamy swell of her buttocks revealed. With only a slight bend, her ass could be seen. Facing the mirror again, Barbara placed her hands on her ass and leaned backwards, watching the hem of her tight dress lift. The very bottom of her coppery cunt hair came into view.
Feeling deliciously shameless, she decided to wear the body-hugging dress as it was. She felt quite wanton, and very, very sexy. Indeed, she looked sexy. She looked like a very beautiful woman who was so sensuous, so ravishing, anyone couldn't fail to notice. She thought the white flesh above her sheer nylons gave her a cheap appearance, but shrugged it off. Turning from the mirror, she applied a light coat of red lipstick to her full, moist lips. With a dab of eye shadow, she looked radiant. She felt radiant.
Slipping into a pair of heels, she thought her legs and thighs quite becoming. Walking back and forth before the mirror, she was pleased with the effect. Her thighs rippled and her ass-cheeks bobbled sweetly. Her long hair swung free, gleaming from the brushing.
"Ravishing," came the voice from her open door.
Barbara turned and saw Julie standing there, a wide smile on her face.
"Like me?" Barbara said, laughing softly as she turned about slowly. "You don't think I've shortened the dress too much, do you, darling?"
Julie cocked her head, a finger on her chin. "Well, if you were going out, I'd say yes. But if you're staying in the house, I'd say no."
"Meaning?"
"You'd be arrested if you wore that outside," Julie replied. "But here, in the house, you're just asking to be raped."
"Girls can't rape another girl," Barbara laughed.
"Want to bet on that, mother?" Julie smiled, sticking her tongue out and wiggling it meaningfully.
She moved into her mother's room, dressed in a flowing; almost transparent gown. She gazed at her mother, liking the effect. "I'd say you were absolutely beautiful, mother. In fact, I'd say you looked extremely sexy, like a woman who has all intentions of getting fucked."
"Or licked?"
"Or licked," Julie grinned.
Barbara pranced before her daughter, swaying her ass suggestively.
"What do you intend to do when Kenney sees you, mother?" Julie asked, amused.
"Oh, my God!" Barbara stopped prancing, clutching her throat. "I had forgotten about him!"
"Obviously," Julie laughed softly.
"Well, that settles that, I suppose," Barbara said, starting to unzip the dress.
"Wait, mother," Julie said softly. "You dressed this way because of last night, right?"
"Yes," Barbara grimaced. "It didn't work out again. He's just not much of a fucker."
"You did this to entice me, didn't you?"
"Well, yes," Barbara confessed. "I did. I thought about it and remembered yesterday and felt that… well, I thought you might…"
"You thought I'd suck your cunt again, didn't you?"
"Well, yes. I mean, I was hoping you would." Julie laughed with pleasure. "All you have to do is ask, mother. No need to go to all this trouble, you know."
"I wanted to look pretty, alluring," Barbara said. "No, not alluring-just plain sexy, wanton."
"You do," Julie giggled. "But you have always looked that way, mother."
"I have?"
"Of course," Julie said. "You just needed a new wardrobe, that's all. Shit, you're still lovely, still young. Different clothes and you're extremely beautiful."
"I didn't realize," Barbara said.
"Of course not. You've been involved in other things, not thinking, that's all. But changes are being made, right?"
"Right!"
Julie hugged her mother tight, then kissed her lips. "You just keep that dress on the way it is. So what if Kenney sees you? Why, you'll make him come all over himself!"
"I would?"
"Hell, yes! Just looking at you makes me want to come, too."
"But… but Kenney?"
"Why riot, mother?" Julie grinned wickedly. "Would it be any different than you and me?"
"Well, I-"
"He's good, mother," Julie said softly. "Kenney is one of the best, and I've had the best. He may be awfully young, but I can promise you one thing, that cock of his will sure make you come!"
"But, Julie… I couldn't let my son fuck me!"
"Why not? After what you and I did? Come on, mother, don't start that shit again. You can't be such a hypocrite and eat it, too."
"But that's… that's-"
"It wouldn't be any different than you and me licking each other, and you damn well know it, mother. Eating pussy is great, as you and I both discovered yesterday, but a tongue can't ever replace a beautiful, hard cock."
"I couldn't just waltz my ass up to him and say come on, honey, fuck mother. I'd die of embarrassment. Especially if he turned me down."
"He won't," Julie said, grinning and caressing her mother's ass. "I can promise that. Kenney is one horny little bastard."
"I gathered that from the condition of the living room," Barbara said. "You two must have gone wild."
"We did," Julie said. "I'll help you clean the mess up, though."
"Where's Kenney now?"
"Still asleep," Julie said as they left Barbara's bedroom. "After the way I took care of him last night, he should sleep all day."