It had been one of those days that make's a teacher wonder why they ever entered into the profession. My Power Point program had failed to work causing me to have to lecture from memory. And if that wasn't enough those students that bothered to show up were inattentive and wishing they were somewhere else. But by fourth period I had pulled myself together and managed to get through the remaining hour and a half unscathed. When the day was over I had one thing on my mind -- a much needed stop by the liquor store for a case of my favorite brew.
From the looks of the parking lot one could easily get the idea that they had whiskey on sale at Jerry's Package Store this afternoon. The blacktopped lot was full. As I made my way inside the store I noticed several familiar faces and made the usual nods and acknowledgements. When I got to the beer coolers I saw a face that looked very familiar but I couldn't put a name with it.
The face in question belonged to a tall redhead about forty years old. And as my granddad would have said, "she was built like a brick chicken house." Along with her shoulder length red hair she had green eyes and legs all the way up to her ass. She was wearing a black business suit, black hose, and high heels. Damn she looked familiar.
I stumbled around the store pretending to be looking for something while I kept one eye on the unknown female. Maybe if I followed her long enough I'd remember who she was. As we both gazed over the wine selection our eyes met a couple of times and then she spoke.
"Excuse me, aren't you Jim Saunders?" she asked.
Shit. I was in trouble now. She knew me and I still didn't have a clue as to who she was.
"Yes I am," I said with what I'm sure was an awkward look on my face. "You'll have to forgive me, but I'm having a little trouble remembering who you are."
"I'm sorry," she said. You don't know me, but you know my daughter, Kelsey. I'm Victoria Blair, Kelsey's mother."
I extended my hand and said, "No wonder you look familiar. I'm very glad to meet you."
When I shook her hand I noticed it was small just like Kelsey's. And when I got a whiff of her perfume I recognized its intoxicating aroma. It was the same scent I had practically licked off Kelsey's body a number of times.
"Kelsey's said a lot of good things about you. In fact, I've been meaning to call you and say thanks for coming over and fixing the electrical problem at the house while we were away."
"Well I was glad I could help," I told her. In my mind I was wondering if she would be thanking me if she knew Kelsey had staged the whole thing and had given me one of the best fucks of my life before I left.
After a little more small talk she picked out a bottle of wine and went on her merry way. I returned to the beer coolers and grabbed a case of Bud and made my way to the checkout counter. As I was paying for my beer I noticed Victoria coming back inside the store and headed straight toward me. Hell maybe she did know about me and Kelsey and had decided to call me out.
"Forget something?" I asked her.
"I wish," she said with a look of disgust on her face. "I've got a fucking flat. Can you believe my luck? I'm so mad I just want to scream."
Since she was driving a 450SL I assumed she had come back inside to use the phone to call for assistance.
"Do you have a roadside assistance program for your car," I asked?
"It's possible but I really don't have a clue about that stuff. Tom takes care of that crap. Right now all I want to do is go home. I hate to ask, but do you think I could talk you into giving me a lift out to the house?"
"It would be my pleasure, Victoria," I replied with a smile. I had an ulterior motive --with any luck I might get a chance to see Kelsey romping around the house half-naked while I'm there. I gathered up my beer and Victoria grabbed her purse and wine and we headed out to her Condo.
As we made our way out to Seven Hills I learned that Vicki -- she preferred that to Victoria dabbled in real estate and her husband Tom was an executive at a one the local manufacturing plants. She also told me that Tom spent a lot of time on the road and now that Kelsey was in college it made it easier for her to travel with him when possible. However, he was currently in Nashville, Tennessee for two weeks and she passed on that trip because as she put it, "she had no desire to hang out in hillbilly heaven for two long weeks." Once we got to the condo she invited me in for drink.
"Would you like a beer or maybe something stronger," she asked?
"A beer would be great," I told her.
She grabbed a couple of beers and led me to the den. The room brought back pleasant memories of me and Kelsey. It was only a few short months ago in this very room that she nearly fucked my brains out. I sure hoped Vicki couldn't read minds.
Vicki soon brought me back to reality. "Jim, will you'll excuse me for a couple of minutes? I've got to get out of these heels. They're killing my feet."
As she moseyed off to change clothes my imagination went to work. I wondered what it would be like to fuck both mother and daughter. Would they fuck the same way? Would their pussies feel the same? Fuck, what if they found out you were fucking both of them- that could be trouble. I decided if might be best to think about something else. Like where Kelsey was. I have to admit I was a more that a little disappointed she wasn't here, even though it could have been a little awkward, I suppose.
In a few minutes Vicki reappeared and holy shit was I surprised. She had on a short little one piece dress, no bra, barefoot and looking hot as hell. In fact, she was almost a clone to Kelsey. She was about the same height and build and the same reddish brown hair, and she looked remarkably younger than her forty something years. The only real difference was here breasts. They were considerably bigger than Kelsey's.