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By the time Isabel got home, it was way passed Jane's bedtime, but the light was still on in the living room, and as she opened the door, she could hear the TV. She walked through the kitchen and was pleased to see that Jane had tidied up after finishing her homework. 'She really is a good girl.' Isabel thought to herself with pride.
She was about to call out as she stepped into the room, but stopped as she saw Jane fast asleep on the couch. She had obviously been watching the TV, her back against the upholstered arm, legs pulled up, and, as she fell asleep, her right leg had fallen sideways, her short pink skirt ridding up so that Isabel could see her daughters white cotton panties.
Isabel found herself looking at the way the soft cotton bulged over and moulded itself to the hidden mound beneath and suddenly she remembered how Kali had put her hand on her daughters knee that first day they visited her house.
Without being aware of it, Isabel squeezed her thighs together as she felt the first tinglings of arousal. She quietly stepped out of her high heeled shoes and ran as fast, and as quietly, as she could upstairs and locked the bathroom door behind her.
In a frenzy she pulled down her hose and panties and sat on the toilet seat, her legs wide apart. Her index and ring fingers flanked her pussy squeezing inwards as her middle finger pressed down, the tip of her thumb rubbing her sensitive clit whilst her other hand fondled and squeezed her breasts.
It had been a long time since Isabel had found release without a vibrator, but right now with the intensity of her arousal she knew such aids would not be necessary.
This was so unlike her, a part of her mind noted, but it was drowned out by the overwhelming need she felt. Normally she would start slow, imagining the foreplay her fantasy man would engage in, before finally climaxing as he thrust his hard cock inside her. But not tonight, no, tonight it was all about urgency, the need to cum and she didn't have the time to construct a full-blown fantasy, relying instead on the myriad images that swam uncontrolled through her mind.
It wasn't until after the final release and she was slumped back against the cistern that Isabel spared any of her thought processes to analyse those visions. Her face burnt brightly as she recalled them, all involving young girls and older women, even to her dying shame the one that finally tipped her over the edge, her own sweet Jane lying on the sofa just as she had left her, but with Kali sitting beside her stroking her cotton covered pussy.
"You all right, mom?" She heard Jane ask through the locked door.
Isabel swallowed hard and called back. "I'm fine honey, just needed to dash up for a pee as soon as I got in."
"Okay." She heard Jane say. "You just sounded like you were in pain or something."
Again Isabel's face flushed, she had in the past always made sure she was alone in the house before turning to her needs. Suddenly her pussy started throbbing again as she thought of Jane hearing her masturbate. But this time the need was not as insistent and she shouted out to Jane. "Make your mom a cup of coffee, honey."
As the sound of Jane's footsteps descended the stairs Isabel splashed water on her face and replaced her panties, noting with further disgust just how wet they were. The hose she consigned to the waste bin, as she realised she had snagged them in her hurry to get at her pussy. 'It must be the champagne, I'm not used to it these days.' Isabel told herself and with that consoling thought she went down to join Jane in the kitchen.
As Isabel entered, Jane was just filling her cup and she smiled a greeting adding. "You sure you're okay, mom?"
"Yes, sweetheart, I'm fine. Sorry I left you alone for so long only Kali was in the middle of throwing this really big party and I ended up sitting waiting and had a couple of glasses of champagne."
"Mom." Jane said sadly. "You promised."
"I'm sorry, honey. It was only a couple of glasses." Isabel lied, remembering the upturned bottle in the ice bucket as Susi had escorted her out.
"Honey?" Isabel queried. "I have a favour to ask."
"What?" Jane replied, putting down her cup and joining her mom at the table.
"Well," Isabel started. "You see Kali normally has some form of entertainment at her parties. Only she's been let down and she asked, as a special favour, if you would mind dancing."
"Oh, mom." Jane said dejectedly. "You know I don't like to do 'party pieces'."
"I know, honey" Isabel said as she reached out and took hold of her daughters hand, squeezing it gently, noticing how smooth her skin was. "But this is such an important party for us, sweetheart. This one party could set us up with all the other guests for any functions they have."
With a resigned smile Jane acceded with the solitary condition. "But just this once, I don't want them thinking I come as part of the catering."
"Deal!" Isabel glowed. "Kali said she'll sort out a costume, don't worry I'm sure it will be tasteful, I've just got to ring her maid in the morning and give her your measurements."
Thinking of Jane's measurements drew Isabel's eyes inexorably to the firm, nubile mounds that her t-shirt displayed to such great effect, and Isabel realised just how grown up her daughter had become.
"You sure you're okay, mom." Jane queried, and Isabel realised with disgust, that she had been staring openly at her own daughters breasts, watching the mateial strain with each inhalation.
"Er, yes I'm fine honest, honey. Just a little tired. I think I'll turn in now." Isabel said as she rose from the table and placed a warm kiss on Jane's cheek. "Don't stay up too late, honey."
In her room, Isabel discarded her clothes in a pile on the floor before kneeling on the bed. Her hand slipped between her thighs, her face buried in the pillow to gag her moans and squeals as she brought herself off again, before collapsing in a trembling mound and drifting off to a troubled sleep.
The following morning Isabel woke late, the edges of dreams that had haunted her all night, refusing to fade completely away with the daylight.
'I really must lay off the champagne!' Isabel chided herself as she pulled on her long satin dressing gown and headed for the shower.
Isabel loved Saturday mornings, she could lie in and the pamper herself with a long hot shower. With the bathroom already filling with steam she opened the cubicle and stood beneath the spa spray, feeling like the water was scraping away the cares of the week.
Lathering a sponge she started to lathe her skin in the foaming suds and instantly she felt her nipples harden and the tingle start in her pussy and she lingered with the sponge, and wondered whether Jane ever played with herself in the shower.
It was a perfectly ordinary thought, one any mother, worried about her daughter's development might have, she reasoned, but her reaction was anything but normal even if she didn't admit it at first.
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