Daughter spanks mom
Janice almost fell into the house with Charley. They had dinner, danced, and drank too much. Catching a cab home was necessary, just as fumbling in the back was essential.
Her mother was there, and for a moment Janice felt guilty. Janice thought her mom was going to send her to her room. Instead she gave her mom a big grin, and wrapped her arms around her. It was great that her mom couldn't tell her off for being out late drinking, and for bringing home a man.
The woman was her mother, but she in charge here. Janice was the boss, and her mother had to submit. They had swapped places, and names, so Rose was now Janice, a schoolgirl. The real Janice had got a job, taken over the name Rose, and the role of mother, meaning she was in charge of her step-mother.
'This is Charley. Say hello to Charley,' Janice teased her step-mother.
'I'm just going to bed,' Rose nervously spoke.
Her daughter had too much to drink, and so had the guy. Something should be said, but how could she? Opening her mouth to admonish Janice, resulted in nothing emerging. So used to being Janice the schoolgirl, it seemed she was stuck in the role, unable to step out of it.
Her daughter had taken over, and they both had to live with it until she could escape from school.
'Make us a drink before you go,' Janice ordered.
It felt good telling her mother what to do. She felt like laughing at the expression on her mother's face. Watching Rose hesitate for a moment then give in, gave Janice strength to maintain her superior position. To some degree she hoped the woman might try to rebel, so she could be admonished in front of Charley. It would confirm she was the adult here, and this was her step-daughter. She dressed the part, and talked the talk, but it would be good to show him she was old enough to be his girlfriend.
'You've had too much already,' Rose said, at last.
'Don't be a naughty girl. You mustn't back-chat your mother, especially not in front of a visitor. I'll spank you if you don't do as you're told,' Janice warned, and winked at her mom.
Rose didn't know if she was serious, or just playing around in front of the man she'd brought home. Not wanting to take a chance, she reluctantly asked what they were drinking, and fixed a couple of whisky and gingers. That's more or less all they had. An old bottle of whisky, and a flat bottle of ginger.
They had fun enough to be past caring, or even noticing what they drank. Rose handed Charley the glass, and suddenly felt self-conscious. He was sitting low in the sofa looking up at her. The skirt was too short for someone to be looking from that angle. Especially her daughter's boyfriend, as it seemed he now was.
Instead of moving away, she looked at him and said, 'Do you want anything?'
Coming back to him she stood closer, with her feet either side of his.
'I'll try not to spill it. Did you have a good time?' she asked.
'Yea, of course, your mom is great company. We laughed a lot, and had a great time,' he smiled at her.
Rose saw him turn away, embarrassed. The little skirt was too short to wear just a thong. Remembering she left her stretch pants in the car, she too became embarrassed.
He thought she was a young teen playing up to him. Teens did that sometimes, when testing themselves out, coming to terms with their power over men. Rose should know better than that, but as a teen she couldn't help herself teasing him. No longer considered an adult, it left her free to behave like an irresponsible youth.
If he found out she was the mother, showing herself off to her daughter's boyfriend, would that be any better?
'You should be wearing leggings, or something under that skirt,' he said.
'Yea, like, don't tell mom,' she said, putting it on, yet afraid of her daughter finding out.
'Keep him happy, while I make some toast. You two want some?' Janice shouted.
'I want some!' Rose shouted.
'Me too!' he shouted.
'Thanks, I didn't want it too strong,' he smiled at her. 'I enjoyed your mom's company. She told me you went out with your boyfriend. Did you have a nice time?' he threw back at her, and handed over the bottle of ginger.
Rose turned around and put the bottle of ginger down, meaning to bend suggestively. Twisting around to look at him, while still bent over, she was disappointed to see him looking away again. Still wearing the short skirt and thong, she presented an arousing sight.
In a tiff, she stood up straight, and caught her foot on his, and fell backwards. She almost laughed when he huffed in pain. She'd landed on his hardness! He put his arms around her, and whispered in an ear.
'You're mom told you to look after me, but she also said she would spank you if you misbehaved. So, what is this, misbehaving, or what?' he lightly asked.
'Sorry, didn't mean anything,' she said, sounding contrite.
'It's alright. You're a big girl now, so be careful who's lap you sit on. Be a good girl for your mom, and help her make the toast,' he smiled at her.
She smiled back, gabbed his face in both hands, and kissed him firmly with her lips pressed together.
'Your nice!' she said, and jumped off his lap.
He held onto her hand, and said, 'Did I pass inspection?' he asked, with a cheeky grin on his face.
'Yes, you passed,' she laughed.
In the kitchen Rose took over buttering the toast.
'I like him, he's nice. You've my permission to go out with him,' she said.
'Thanks, girl! Nice of you!' Janice said, and grabbed her mother's nipples.
'Oww! Let go,' Rose complained.
'I saw you bending over, and landing on his lap. What do you think you're up to? Don't lie to me, you weren't testing, you were playing up to him. No, don't try to tell me that was a test. I saw what you were doing,' Janice heavily spoke, then let go of her nipples.
'I didn't mean anything, honest!'
'Does acting like a wanton slut mean Paul didn't fuck you?' Janice asked her mother.
'No! Mom, don't talk like that,' Rose prevaricated.
'You've lost your leggings. They didn't cover much anyway, but now you're practically bare assed. I'm guessing the boy did fuck you, but not enough for a woman. So, now you want my boyfriend. It's being very naughty, playing around with your mom's boyfriend. You must want to fuck him bad to be playing around like that,' Janice quietly spoke.
'No, honest. We did it twice. He is so very good, I had more than two orgasms,' Rose boasted.
