ONE
After a long afternoon of power shopping, Randi, Andrea and their daughters sat outside Smith& Wollensky's enjoying the unseasonably warm weather and some liquid refreshment.
"What are you girls up for this evening?" Randi asked as she sipped her Chardonnay.
"Um . . . I thought we could see a movie." Katie responded, her eyes catching her friend's to make sure she was in on their plan.
"A movie? . . . Well, I guess that would be okay . . . but I thought we could all go out for dinner." Andrea interjected.
Andrea Laine was one of Randi's closest friends. In her mid-forties, she had a slender, sexy build and her plastic surgeon had done such impressive job on her tits that Randi had insisted on using him herself.
She wore her long, brown hair below her neck, then cut at a downward angle well past her shoulders. Her beautiful green eyes shined brightly above her high cheekbones and pouty lips.
Catching her friend's knowing glance, Abby Laine chimed in. "You guys go ahead . . . We were hoping to catch The Soloist. It might be over kind of late . . . but I was thinking that we might go to the Melting Pot afterwards for some dessert."
Abby and Katie were the mirror images of their sexy mothers. Well past their 18th birthday, both were stunningly beautiful with Abby's young, full breasts the equal of her mother's expensive enhancements. Katie, on the other hand, could not compete with her mother in that department, since her surgery, but her breasts were pert and pretty.
Randi tried to act disappointed that the younger girls wanted to make separate plans, put quickly voiced her approval, recognizing the opening that it gave her and Andrea.
"Well okay . . . But I want you girls to call me the minute the movie is over so we know what your plans are . . . Deal?"
THE MOTHERS
Andrea and Randi shared a spacious suite just down the hall from and identical suite which the girls occupied. Randi was using a thin applicator brush to apply a thick layer of shiny gloss to her luscious lips as Andrea transferred the contents of her purse to a tiny shoulder bag.
Randi looked wonderfully slutty in a tight black halter mini-dress that exposed an obscene amount of her ample cleavage, the hem ending just below her tight butt cheeks. Her slender legs were set off by a pair of strappy sandals with a 5 inch heel.
"That's odd." Andrea was saying as she dug through her purse. "I can't seem to find my cigarettes. I hope I didn't leave them somewhere at home where Scott might find them."
Andrea looked elegant in a white long-sleeved french cuff shirt that she was wearing with a dark blue pair of tight, straight leg jeans and a pair of platform slides with a 4 inch heel. She was wearing a light brown eye-shadow with just a hint of glitter, her lips glistening in a lovely pinkish shade of wet looking gloss.
"That's okay . . . I've got mine . . . We'd better get going." Randi told her as she dropped the tube of gloss into her purse, using just the tip of her french-manicured fingernail to push a long strand of her platinum side band away from her face. "Unfortunately, we don't have much time."
The two sexy cougars had decided that they were going to pick one lucky boy back to the suite to share. They wanted to make sure that he was all used up and out the door before their daughters got back. It was going on 7:30 and they figured they had until just after midnight to get their fill.
Andrea slung her purse over her shoulder, smiling in anticipation of the hunt, and followed her friend to the door.
THE DAUGHTERS
Abby and Katie waited anxiously outside the hotel as they waited for their mothers to leave. Katie had on a tight mesh top while Abby wore a white camisole top, each wearing a tight pair of jeans that showed off their hard, young bodies. They held their breath when they spotted their mothers leaving, exhaling as they moved out of sight.
Jesus, Katie!" Abby grinned. " I know your mom's a beautiful woman and all . . . but sometimes she dresses like a hooker!"
Katie laughed in response, pulling her cell phone out of her jeans. "I know what your saying . . . But let's be real. You don't think she got those new boobs and didn't want to be noticed, do you? Your mom's the same way. There's no telling what they've got planned . . . Everyone has their secrets." she added.
Abby nodded as she pulled a pack of Virginia Slims Menthol 120s out of her purse."You're right about that. I found these in my mom's purse . . . I didn't even know that she smoked."
Abby flipped the top of the hard pack, offering one to her friend. Katie pulled one of the long, white cigarettes out and flipped it between her fingers as Abby removed one for herself.
"Hey." Katie said suddenly into her phone. "They're gone . . . Okay . . . We'll meet at our room . . . 352 . . . Right."
Katie pushed the cell back into he jeans and brought the cigarette to her lips, leaning forward slightly bringing its tip to the lighter Abby had sparked. She drew deeply and released a thin stream, watching as Abby lit hers.
"I know what you mean. I found my mom's birth control pills zipped away in a side pocket of her purse."
"So . . . What's odd about that?" Abby asked, tapping an ash before taking a drag.
"What's odd is that my dad had a vasectomy ten years ago. You think she's just being extra careful?" Katie saw the doubt on her friend's face.