Overnight a fierce blizzard had past over Centerville. A heavy blanket of snow nearly a foot thick had brought the small city to a total stand still. When Heather and Riley woke up that morning they were both glad they did not have any reason to leave their apartment building.
Heather stood at the living room window. Being on the third floor gave her a great view of the wintry landscape below. Usually she would not stand at the window in only her night gown but the only activity she could see was a lone snow plow trying to clear the street.
It was chilly next to the window. Heather went to take a drink of her steaming mug of coffee and unintentionally brushed her rock hard nipple. The sensation sent a shiver through her body. She set her mug on the window sill and turned the valve up on the radiator. More heat rose from the maze of metal pipes to fight off the cold air.
The snow plow had finally made it to the end of the street and turned out of sight. In the kitchen she could hear that her daughter, Riley, was busy making them breakfast. Standing there alone she became lost in her own thoughts. The events of the day before were a blur and she needed some time to sort them out.
What had started out as her just posing nude for several paintings had turned into a wild pornographic photo shoot. It was clear to her now that she had been probably manipulated from the moment she had walked into Grace's studio; however, that was not what troubled her. Heather was troubled by the fact that she did not feel humiliated or ashamed. She felt no regrets about having incredible sex with a man half her age while her boss' wife took very explicit photos. It did not even upset her that the young man's mother, a woman she had known for years, had watched them in the throws of passion.
The more Heather thought about it the more she realized that she wanted to do it again. The images in her head were turning her on. She checked over her shoulder to make sure that Riley was still in the kitchen. In front of the window she lifted the front of her night gown up, exposing herself to anyone who might be watching, and began masturbating.
Riley was in the kitchen making her mother and herself breakfast. From the time she was old enough to reach the stove she had always made scrambled eggs and toast every Saturday morning. From years of practice she was able to concentrate her attention on other matters.
Yesterday she been called down to her lesbian basketball coach's office and quickly found herself in a sexual relationship with the older woman. Riley had willingly submitted to Ms. Pritchard's sadistic torment. During the night, she had locked herself in the bathroom to look at the changes Ms. Pritchard had inflicted on her body. Her nipples were still swollen and a set of barely visible teeth marks ringed around both of them. She could not help but squeeze and twist her nipples. The intense pain was almost enough to send her into orgasm.
Riley pulled her panties down and sat on the cold tile floor. She used a hand mirror to take a closer look at her throbbing pussy. Ms. Pritchard had warned her that she would never look the same and Riley was startled at how right she was.
Until yesterday Riley's lips formed a tight straight line except at the top where her massive clit forced the soft flesh aside. Now her lips were stretched open allowing her inner lips to hang loosely. Riley had once overhead two girls joking about another girl's "meat curtains". Riley tugged on her meat curtains. She was able to pull the pink skin at least two inches away from her body.
Riley stood up and looked down at herself. Her pussy was now a jumble of twisted flesh. Riley pulled up her panties but for the first time ever she had to tuck her folds into the crotch before pulling them all the way up. Before heading back to bed she admired the bulge her pussy now made in her panties.
In the living room, Heather was furiously ramming her fingers as deeply as could inside herself. She leaned against the window frame. The excitement of knowing that anyone outside just had to look up to see her fingering herself was unbelievable. Heather lifted her leg up and rested her foot on the window sill. She had to be careful not to burn herself on the hot radiator as she bucked her hips to meet her fingers. Heather bit her lower lip to keep from screaming out loud.
She hung her head and took deep breathes and then lowered her foot back to the floor. She quickly scanned the streets and the building windows across the way. As far as see could tell no one had seen her little show. Feeling both disappointed and relieved she straightened out her night gown.
Riley was sliding half of the scrambled eggs she had made onto a plate for her mother when Heather came into the kitchen to refresh her coffee. "Breakfast is ready," said Riley seeing her mother at the coffee pot.
Heather took her seat at the table but waited for Riley to sit down before she started eating. Riley went to the sink to rinse out the skillet. Her daughter was wearing a tiny string bikini. The only time she had ever seen her wear it was when she would sneak up to the roof to work on her sun tan during the summer. Even then she would wrap herself in a towel until no one would see her in it because it was nothing more than three very small triangles that left nothing to the imagination.
Riley sat down and Heather asked, "Planning on going to the beach today?"
"No! I waited too long to do laundry and this is the only thing I had that still fits."
"Today is going to be a great day to do laundry since it looks like we are going to be snowed in for most of the morning."
Riley just nodded and continued eating her eggs. After a few forkfuls she asked her mother, "You did not say much about your modeling job yesterday. Did everything go alright?"
Heather knew she had to tell Riley what happened at the photo shoot. She did not want her daughter to hear about it at school first. Doug Walsh had probably told half of her class by now.
"It went well but there is something I need to tell you. I want you to hear it from me first and not someone else. Just promise me that you are not going to freak out."
Riley could hear the seriousness in her mother voice and said, "Okay...Tell me what happened."
Heather took a deep breathe and said, "At the end of the day Grace asked me to pose nude with Doug Walsh."
"You posed nude with Doug!"
"We did more than just pose together."
She had Riley's undivided attention and Heather explained what had taken place during the photo shoot. Riley listened as her mother recounted every detail of the experience. When Heather finished she asked, "Are you okay with this?"
"I am a little surprised but it is fine with me. You two are both adults and you can make your own decisions about this. I am not going to judge you. I am also certain that Doug has kept this a secret, especially if his mother was there. Not many people would understand something like that."
Heather realized that Riley was more grown up than she thought and maybe now she would take Doug's offer and give him a call. Heather also realized that Riley had been distant and quiet since yesterday. She knew that something was bothering her daughter. Heather looked at Riley and asked, "You don't seem to be yourself. Is there anything you want to talk about?"
