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Megan tied the belt on her robe as she walked down the stairs. She was running the water into her tub and planning a long luxurious soak. Her husband was off on another week-long business trip. Megan used these times to relax and catch up on her reading.
Megan entered her kitchen and retrieved some orange juice from the refridgerator. She heard her daughter's voice coming from outside. Michelle was on the phone and had left the screen door open.
"It's ok Nigel, mom's taking a bath. I'm sorry I haven't called. Yeah, I miss you too."
Megan felt her cheeks flush as she listened in on her daughter's conversation. Nigel was her daughter's new boyfriend and Michelle had been walking around all dreamy eyed since she'd met him.
A few days earlier, Megan had caught her daughter talking to one of her friends. Apparently, the reason Michelle hadn't introduced Nigel to her parents was that the boy was a twenty year old high school senior and Michelle had only just turned fifteen. Megan had immediately ordered Michelle to quit seeing the boy. Now here she was talking to him on the phone.
"I want to touch your thing again. I'm ready Nigel. I want that big dick of yours to pop my cherry." Michelle looked up and saw her mom standing at the door. "Oh shit! Mom!"
Megan pulled the screen door open and stormed over to her daughter. "Give me the phone," she demanded snatching it from her daughter's hand. "Listen up Nigel. If I ever catch you near my daughter, I'll have you locked up." Megan hung up the phone.
"But mom, I love him."
"You are grounded young lady. Go to your room."
"I hate you, you bitch." Michelle entered the house crying.
Megan started crying herself. This Nigel kid was bad news. Michelle had always been a good girl. Suddenly, she was wearing low riding jeans with the straps of her thong hanging out. Her shirts were small, tight, and everything showed her navel. Her bra showed her cleavage which was impressive on breasts nearing a D-cup in size. Michelle would eventually inherit, Megan's double Ds.
Megan sighed. She looked at her juice and decided it needed spicing up a little. Megan walked over to the liquor cabinet and poured some vodka into her orange juice. She mixed it pretty strong, but hell, she wouldn't be driving.
Megan locked the doors and headed back upstairs and was just in time to stop the tub from overflowing. Megan drained the tub a little and added some bath salts.
Megan walked over to the mirror and let her robe fall to the ground. It was her habit to examine herself before her baths. No one would of mistaken her for a mother of a fifteen year old daughter. She had long straight brownish blonde hair, big full lips and piercing green eyes. Now her eyes were streaked with red from crying. Her crows feet only appeared when she smiled and she looked ten years younger. Michelle's large bosum made most people assume she was at least twenty, so many assumed mother and daughter were really sisters only a few years apart in age.
Megan was also quite tall measuring a little over six feet. Hair, bosum, and height were all part of her Nordic/Germanic heritage and her daughter was following in Megan's footsteps. Megan was also quite fit and trim. She struggled daily to keep her tummy flat and her body firm. Her fit body, height, and large chest made her look like a comic book super-heroine come to life. Of course, the reality was lower back pain and a serious consideration to have her breasts reduced.
Megan slid her nude body into the tub. Taking it slowly as her body became used to the heat. She sighed, laying back to relax a bit before taking another sip of her drink. Megan grabbed her razor and lifted one long leg out of the water. She shaved her leg and then did the other one. Her husband was away, but Megan liked to show off her legs with short skirts and shaved them daily. Afterwards, she shaved her armpits and lifted her body out of the water enough to give a quick shave to her pubic region. Her bush matched her hair and was prone towards bushiness. She kept it trim and short with only a small triangle of hair on her crotch.
After shaving, Megan washed her face and slid her entire head under water for a moment. When she came up for air her hair looked brown and clung wetly to her head. She took the jasmine scented soap and lathered her arms and shoulders before moving down her chest. Megan gasped as the soap slid over her nipple. Her nipples had always been sensitive and the simple touch had sent a spasm through her vagina. Her nipples were also pointy and thick. They were prone to harden often and were easily noticable through Megan's bras. She often covered them with bandaids to protect them and to keep men from looking at her chest when they talked to her. Both nipples were hard and aching now.
Megan rubbed the soap around under her breasts before sliding it over her tummy. Lastly she lathered her crotch and slid the soap along her thighs. She was tempted to let her hand linger between her legs, but she hadn't masturbated since getting married. The drink and rubbing her nipples was making her horny. She still had a week until her husband got back to take care of her needs and even then he'd only be home for a few days.
Megan rinsed and relaxed for around fifteen minutes before pulling the plug on the drain. She lifted herself out of the water and toweled herself dry. The last step in her bath was to rub baby oil over her entire body. She believed the oil kept her skin smooth and youthful looking. Her skin was slick and glistening when she pulled her robe back on. She quickly brushed her wet hair.
Megan passed Michelle's room and listened a the door. There was no noise until Megan started to walk off. Then she heard a giggle. Megan quickly pulled the door open. Michelle was sitting at her desk at her computer. Her bedroom window was open next to her. "What are you doing?" asked Megan.
"I'm chatting with Kimmy." Michelle looked nervous. Her eyes darted to the window. Just a few years ago, Michelle had been a tomboy climbing in and out of her room by the big oak tree outside her window.
Megan locked eyes with her daughter and they stared until the fifteen year old looked away. Megan looked at the open window. It was hot and a cool breeze blew in through the window. Could she still trust her daughter? Would she sneak out to meet this Nigel character? Megan made up her mind instantly. "Young lady, grounded means grounded. That means no cell, no computer, and no tv." Her daughter had all three things in her room. "You're sleeping in my room tonight young lady."
"I'm not staying with you." Michelle crossed her arms and pouted.
"Then I'll stay here." Megan grabbed Michelle's arm and pulled her out into the hall. The teenager shuffled her feet as her mother dragged her into the master bedroom. "I'll wake you before school," said the mom shutting the door. Megan still didn't trust her daughter. The frustrated mother walked determindly to the closet and took the vacuums extension cord. She tied the cord around the door knob and the other end around the stair well. Michelle could get out with a struggle, but Megan hoped the noise might awaken her. Otherwise, she felt her daughter and her daughter's virginity were safely locked up for the night.
The frustrated young moher stormed back downstairs and fixed herself another screwdriver. She thought about calling her husband, but they had agreed to talk every other night when he was gone. He would flip when she told him that his precious angel was looking to give up her cherry to some twenty year old boy still in high school.
Megan refilled her drink and headed upstairs to spend the night in her daughter's room. Megan turned off her daughter's computer and sat down on the bed. It was a typical teenage girl's bed with pink sheets and two teddy bears laying against the pillows. Megan grabbed one teddy bear and hugged it to herself looking much like a teenage girl herself.
Megan surveyed the room. One wall held a poster of someone named Orlando Bloom. She didn't see what was so special about him. The other wall showed a poster of Justin Timberlake. He had his shirt open and Megan easily understood why that poster was on the wall. There was a third poster of Prince Harry.
On the desk rested a picture of Michelle and her friends in bikinis at the pool from last year. Looking at her daughter's bikini clad body, Megan was actually thankful, Michelle had made it this far without losing her virginity.
Also on the desk sat her daughter's school notebook. On the cover were hearts with Michelle plus Bobby (a nice kid she had grown up with) and Michelle plus Tom (her tutor). They had gone to the movies chaparoned by Michelle's father. Both boy's names were crossed out.
Multiple new hearts read, Michelle plus Nigel, Michelle plus Nig, and Mrs Nigel Jefferson written down. Megan flipped the notebook over and gasped at a doodle her daughter had drawn. The doodle was of a large penis drawn with a pen. She'd colored the inside of the penis with the pen to darken it. The outline of a small arm reached out for the penis with the hand touching the tip. The penis was overproportioned and as big as the arm. Michelle had mentioned touching the boy's thing in the phone conversation she had overheard. This boy was definetly bad news.
Michelle also had a small clothing box sitting on her bed. Megan opened the box and pulled out some skimpy underwear from some lingerie store. The panty was little more then strings with a patch of cloth. The bra was a little better, but sheer enough to leave nothing to the imagination. Megan considered the underwear to be quite sleazy even slutty. She knew instinctively that Michelle had bought it for Nigel.
Megan was a little tipsy by this time. The atmosphere of the room had her feeling like a teenager again. She even giggled as she laid out the underwear and stood. Her hand reached for the belt of her robe...
Big Nig almost fell out of the tree branch when Michelle's mom took her robe off. Gawd damn, did Michelle's hot mother have some big titties. If they weren't sagging a little and if Michelle wasn't on her way to having tits just as big, Nigel would of assumed they were implants. The hot blonde milf looked like a nude supergirl. If supergirl worked on the pole or made porno movies.
Nude was nice, but she looked even hotter when she turned to try on Michelle's underwear. The milf turned her back to him and bent down. Her long legs tensed and a firm milky white ass thrust out at him. Her ass cheeks parted and he got a quick peek at her gash as she pulled the thong up. Nigel's cock was achingly hard at this point and watching her cram her oversized tittys into a too small bra didn't help. When she managed to hook the bra, her titties were thrust forward and upwards. He could clearly see some rose colored nipples pushing at the material. The nipples were large and sized for her big bosum. Nigel had come here to get laid and looking at the mother, he decided it would be with her.
Big Nig froze as she strolled over to the window. He prayed she wasn't about to shut it. He was dressed in black and his skin was a very dark black. Provided he didn't smile, she wouldn't see him. Her breasts hung like udders as she leaned out and took some deep breaths of the cool night air. Luckily, the milf didn't close the window when she went back in. Instead, dressed only in her daughter's bra and panties, the milf left the room and entered the bathroom across the hall. Nigel slipped inside the room and dropped some ecstasy into the milf's drink.
Big Nig was bad news. He hated the name Nigel because he thought it sounded like a British faggot's name. After fucking a few of the high school girls, he'd picked up the nickname Big Nig. He liked it.
Nigel had failed grades twice and found himself a twenty year old senior in high school. Nor would he be graduating this year, but the school was about to kick him out before he turned twentyone. He didn't care. He only showed up at school because he pedaled XTC and occassionally some weed.
This year he had scored big selling XTC to half the senior class. He'd even nailed some cheerleaders in exchange for more XTC. The cheerleaders had given him the nickname Big Nig. He still fucked them, but now they paid for their drugs like everyone else. They fucked him because they loved it.
Michelle had started hanging out with some girl's whose boyfriends were white, hiphop wannabes. The stupid white kids thought they were cool and tried to hang with Nigel and his brothers. One day, Big Nig had found himself alone with Michelle when her friends were off smoking weed and listening to rap. He had slipped a little X into the girl's beer. The drug helped loosen her up enough to touch his cock when he whipped it out. He was going in for a feel on her big titties when her friends had decided it was time to go.
He set out to seduce her by being overly nice to the impressionable young girl. It had worked. He'd gotten her to dress sluttier, but had never had another chance to be alone with her. He'd also freaked when he heard how young she was. He assumed she was a seventeen or eighteen year old senior, not a fifteen year ofd sophmore. Her age wasn't about to stop him. He was going to get his hands on her big white titties and his cock up her pussy no matter what. Even if it did send him to jail.
Now Big Nig watched as something even better walked into the bedroom. The milf took a big swig of the orange juice. She laid down on the bed and drank some more before turning out the light. She never saw the pill disolving in her drink.
Megan suddenly woke up. She didn't know how long she had slept and was confused as to where she was. Strangely, she didn't feel tired nor hung over from the booze. She felt fantastic! Her entire body felt alive. The bed sheet seemed to caress her skin in a dozen or so places. Her nipples were swollen and they ached. They ached bad enough, she quickly unhooked the tight bra. She moaned once as her nipples came free of the bra, then she immediately missed the contact as her nipples ached for attention. She stretched once making her muscles tingle. Steretching had never felt so good. Megan was also conscioulsy very aware of the thong underwear between her ass cheeks and that her vagina was soaking the material on the front of the panty. She lifted her hips and pulled the pantys off hoping they weren't ruined.
Megan suddenly felt very lonely. She wanted to hug and hold someone. She wasn't just horny. She wanted companionship. She pulled back the covers and was on her way to her daughter's room to hug Michelle. They would hold each other and cry and afterwards all would be right with the world. Then she realized someone was standing over her undressing. "You're early," she said assuming her husband had gotten home. "Come hold me, honey." Megan didn't want her husband slipping onto his side of their king-sized bed and falling asleep. Oddly, her bed felt smaller then usual.
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