"Time to lock up Jenny."
Jenny struts to the front door, "It was damn busy today, Mamma; my feet sure are sore." Jenny sighs as she slides the deadbolt, then turns the open sign hanging in the window to display closed.
Jenny is not Mamma's daughter she is an 18-year-old student that helps out part time in Mamma's flower shop; a blonde girl with a few extra pounds, as the saying goes pleasingly plump, built for comfort not speed.
Mamma Ayisha is a 24-year-old single BBBW an acronym for a Big Beautiful Black Woman, like Queen Latifa or Oprah before her weight loss. Those that know Mamma Ayisha very well, call her a BBBBB, a Big Beautiful Bodacious Black Bitch and they mean it in a loving way.
"I'm sure this was the busiest Valentine's Day ever," Mamma sighs, as she picks up a pair of scissors; "this has got to go right fucking now." Mamma unbuttons her top, cuts the bra between her cleavage, then tugging her blouse's material over her shoulders cuts each strap. "Ahhhh," sighing loudly "freedom, relief." Dropping the scissors on the counter, pulling the bra from under her cotton blouse she chucks it into the trash can at the end of the counter. "I should have thrown that out last year when it became too small." Rubbing the undersides of her 46DD's. "Mmmmm hmmm that's so much better."
Jenny is wide eyed, salivating at the enormous chocolate mounds as mamma massages the underside of them. Jenny leans on the opposite side of the counter ogling Mamma's massive mammaries as Mamma removes the cash from the till stuffing it in a canvas bank bag.
"If the number of flowers we sold today any correlation to the men gonna get lucky tonight; we outta be able to drive through the neighborhood, roll down the car window and inhale the smell of sex in the air." Chuckling. "Be so many couples fucking we'll hear the sighs, moans, groans, and grunts over the nighttime crickets chirping and frogs croaking. Hahaha," her 46DD's jiggling with her belly laugh, holding Jenny's lustful gaze.
Cash drawer empty, Mamma places the canvas bag in the floor safe her and Jenny move into the living quarters in back of the store, turns off the lights, shutting the adjoining door.
Mamma kicks off her shoes and heads toward the fridge.
Mamma Ayisha grew up in this house her mother converted the front of the house into a flower shop when her husband passed 12 years ago. When Ayisha's mom died 3 years ago, she had the master bedroom wall removed and the front retail area expanded to add a gift shop. The back portion of the house is like a small apartment, Ayisha's bedroom, a bathroom, and an open living area and eat in kitchen with a door to the back deck and yard.
"You best get going Jenny you got a beau to enjoy tonight with." Mamma pulls a bottle of red wine from the fridge.
"LeRoi's going to meet me here when he's done work, if it's ok with you, me waiting here; if not I can text him to meet me at the coffee shop."
"Of course it's all right," Ayisha plucks a second glass from the cupboard. "Have a seat, we'll have some wine."
Jenny removes her shoes. "I'll buy pizza or Thai; or whatever take out you want." Heading to the sofa.
Mamma holds up the wine bottle as she settles on the sofa "I already ordered pizza, should be here any minute."
"Sounds good after such a tough day." Jenny nods, admiring Mamma's bosom as she never did up the buttons. Jenny's fantasizing her fingers on them as she massages her foot.
Mamma sets the glasses on the coffee table, sits on the sofa, twisting the corkscrew into the wine bottle held between her thick thighs.
"What romantic plans have you made with LeRoi?" Mamma pulls the cork out with a 'pop.'
"No reservations; plan A is a fantasy we both desire but if that doesn't come to fruition plan B involves candlelight, lingerie, whipped cream and chocolate sauce." Jenny giggles, trading feet continuing a much-needed foot massage. "What about you Mamma, got any Valentine's plans?"
"My plans." Mamma lifts her skirt, widens her legs, rubs the chilled wine bottle on her white granny panty covered crotch. "See that Ziplock bag of cannabis, this bottle of wine and I bought a 24-inch black double dildo especially for my romantic Valentine rendezvous tonight." Mamma leans back draws the cool wine bottle up from her crotch and wiggles it in her cleavage. "Ahhh, that's nice and cool, I sure got hot thinking about that dildo all day."
"I'm hot too." Jenny whispers breathily, putting her hand on the bottle so the back of her fingers caress the side of Mamma's left breast. Peering at Mamma with a seductive stare; Jenny ponders making a bold move right now; drawing the blouse aside and nibbling a nipple or waiting to see how receptive Mamma is.
"Share?" Jenny licks her lips, hoping Mamma gets the intended insinuation and gives some sort of positive response.
Their eyes lock, Mamma evaluating the comment releases the bottle, without comment. Jenny lifts her dress and drags the coolness up her smooth thigh. "Mmmm," she squeezes her thighs together tightly. "Mmm mm I sure do love big things between my legs" her eyes close, "this sure does feel nice."
"Hey, I want my wine chilled, pour some before you get it hot too." Mamma belly laughs, again Jenny stares at those enormous tits jiggling.
As Jenny pours the wine, Ayisha opens the Ziploc bag, chooses a fat joint and fires it up.
Jenny senses Ayisha is receptive but decides not to be too aggressive yet. "So, where's this big black dildo you bought, I'd like to see it."
The doorbell rings, Ayisha passes Jenny the joint and says, "It's on my nightstand, you get it, I'll get the pizza.
Jenny's admiring the package as she runs her fingers lightly over the length feeling the life like ridges of veins. Noticing what looks like fingers in the partially open top drawer of the nightstand; curiosity gets the better of her and she opens the drawer, her eyes light up, Mamma has several toys.