Chapter 3: Sins in the Past
Monica sat in the sun, sipping a cool glass of Chablis and watching her daughter and friends romping in the Villa's pool. She loved her new life and was grateful beyond words that Reagan and Kelly had enabled her to live a life of love and sexual hedonism. How had she become so kinky -- a woman who'd enjoy the sexual pleasures of her own
daughter
?
Well, she pondered briefly, I guess I do come by it naturally. Her mother had never been shy about telling her own sexual secrets from years past. Even in her later years, Sonia and her husband still had
huge
sexual appetites and fucked like bunnies whenever the mood struck them -- shyness about their bodies was unheard of and Sonia had often shared her past sexuality with her daughter. Monica's mind drifted to one of her favorite stories her mother had recounted ....
Sonia had told Monica that ever since High School, it had been "Bertram and Sonia." "Sonia and Bertram". They had been inseparable and fallen in love when they were both 14. Married at 20, parents by 22. Bert worked hard and his father helped him find a good job so they wouldn't have to struggle -- although life wasn't going to be a bed of roses either, both of them knew.
Sonia loved her daughter and husband, but at 41, with Monica off at University, Sonia now wanted more. A
lot
more than her life was giving her at this moment. Her usually
perpetually-horny / ready-to-fuck husband
had been slowing down a bit lately, she sighed.
Sonia had been Valedictorian of their graduating class and had wanted to go on in University, education was very important to her. Her love for Bertram had won out and they'd married, then Monica came along shortly after. She was too busy keeping a nice home and raising a lovely daughter to further her education. Now, all these years later, she thought it had likely been a mistake, an error in judgment. She should've
made
the time -- well, she was determined it would not be too late!
Over the past few years, Sonia had begun a program of major self-improvement. She got back in shape, shedding over 40 pounds she had put on from being a bit inactive while raising her child and sampling her own wonderful cooking. Once back in shape, she returned her hair back to natural blonde from the auburn her husband had preferred for the last few years. Now that she was slender again, Sonia began to wear skirts and heels again and began treating herself to expensive lingerie. She took a part-time job in an erotic bookstore, which gave her some wonderful ideas. Monica noticed and gave her the thumbs up and said "Looking good, Mom!" She even caught a few of Monica's admirers checking her out when they thought no one was looking. She tanned daily by the pool when she could, often naked if she thought the risk was minimal. Frankly, if someone
did
peep at her, she figured they'd certainly be enjoying a pretty nice view.
All right -- Sonia had now improved her body, it was time to improve her mind. She started taking classes at the University, the same one Monica attended. She was surprised to find out her Creative Writing class was headed by her brother-in-law Patrick, her sister Ingrid's husband.
Sonia had always admired Patrick, he was witty and urbane and worldly. He had a sharp facile mind, but he never talked down to her. In many ways, the antithesis of her sister, who was a bit headstrong, a sports nut, a woman who loved Sitcoms and Police Dramas and relished being a homebody. Ingrid and her dear Bertram were much alike, sometimes they even played tennis together and went out for a few beers after. Sonia didn't mind -- Bertram adored her and despite his being a "Union Man" in the local auto plant, he took great care of his family, his daughter loved her Daddy.
After only a few weeks, Sonia began looking forward to her Tuesday night class tremendously. She and Patrick kept their being related a secret from the rest of the class, who were generally much younger, her daughter's age. On the third week, Penny, one of the younger students whispered to her as they were leaving "Wow -- I think Mr. Nordstrom is really into you, he was totally flirting."
Sonia blushed at the younger girl's suggestion and protested and sputtered denials, but they fell on deaf ears. The more Sonia weighed those words, the more she thought her fellow student just might be on to something. Sonia prided herself on being sensible and well-bred, but she needed some fun and this would be a lark. Sonia decided to put the theory to the test and the following week, instead of her usual casual attire for class, she decided to be a bit risque. Sonia chose to wear a scandalously short skirt and low-cut blouse that hugged her body nicely. Feeling almost wicked, she donned a pair of black stilettos and wore her hair loose. She opted to skip her glasses and wear contacts. A few of the male students couldn't take their eyes off of her as she walked in, but it was Patrick's reaction she was most interested in.
Patrick walked into the class that evening and nearly fell over. He talked about imagery and sentence structure and taking risks in one's writing the whole night -- but Sonia could feel his eyes practically boring holes into her. Okay -- she most assuredly had his attention. He was interested, did she dare?
What next?
, she thought.
Do I follow through with this right to the end?
Sonia made her decision and a devious, nasty, naughty scheme crossed the sensual blonde's mind -- she didn't
dare
, did she? There would be no backing out once she'd made her move, this was a risk, but Sonia had played it safe all her life -- she had misgivings, but once, just once, she wanted to take a dare, and to hell with the risks!
Heart pounding, the writing seemed to flow from her fingertips and on to the pages. She finished her story in less than an hour -- every word of it conveyed the "character's" intentions. When she prepared herself the following Tuesday, her skirt was even shorter -- and a lot tighter. Sonia chose to wear an even racier metallic silver blouse this time, she went braless and it was low-cut enough to display that fact, her ample cleavage on display. She added a pair of decadent stockings to the ensemble and found her favorite pair of stilettos to complete the look. Confidently, she didn't think
any
man would fail to notice her in this outfit. She was ecstatic to know Bertram was out playing tennis, he might have suspected something was up, dressing in this manner for a simple writing class.
Gathering her composition, Sonia got in her car and headed to class. She was lucky she wasn't ticketed for speeding, but she wanted to beat her brother-in-law to the classroom. Sonia got there nearly 20 minutes before the class began and was happy to see she'd succeeded in doing just that. There was no sign of Patrick and only a few students were there yet.
Sonia took her seat and made sure she was seated in such a manner that Patrick could not help but see how she was dressed. Miriam, the girl who'd spoken to her weeks prior, winked at her. Shortly after, Patrick entered the room and this time, it was blatantly obvious he'd noticed her appearance. She saw him scanning some of the assignments and when his face turned red, Sonia was certain he'd found her composition. He tried to regain his composure, but as the class went on, he seemed fidgety and ill-at-ease. The class went on, but she was obviously a bit shaken-up.
Good
-- it was fun to stir things up a bit.
As the class filed out later that night, Patrick took Sonia aside and asked her to stay behind. Once the last student had left, Sonia sat on the edge of his desk, her skirt hiked and her stocking tops showing. Trying to regain his composure, he said "I read your story."
