Mindy Cooper was a very happy camper.
In the waning days of her junior year in high school, the pretty little eighteen year old had ended up in bed with her own mother. It had been an intense and incredible experience for them both and so they had naturally been hoping to start doing it just as often as humanly possible. That nice little fantasy died a quick death when they realized how little time they had to spend together without her father underfoot, not to mention how much time Mindy would have to spend cramming for her final exams.
It had been torture for the two women to have to settle for just an occasional kiss and grope when nobody was looking when what they really wanted to do was spend whole days and nights in bed bringing each other to heights of ecstacy neither had ever imagined possible, but they soldiered through and persevered.
School was out for the summer now though and that meant that Mindy and her mother would be able to fool around all day! Or at least from when her father left to go to work until he came home late in the afternoon. Still, that was a solid eight or nine hours a day, five days a week that they would be able to spend together doing whatever they liked without anybody knowing anything about it.
It would just be downright greedy to ask for more and, considering some of the more strenuous things she had planned for the older woman, one or both of them would probably end up being hospitalized for exhaustion if they had any more time to devote to each other.
Mindy went to bed very early the night before that first day she was going to get to spend alone with her mother, expecting the next day to be very long but exquisitely pleasurable. She had been a little concerned that the anticipation that had been steadily building up inside her over the last few days might keep her from getting a good night's sleep, but she slept soundly and deeply with a sweet little smile on her face as she dreamed of making love to her own mother.
Mindy had carefully set her alarm and woke up before dawn the next morning so that she wouldn't lose a single precious second of her time with Mom. Having been able to watch it for almost her entire life, the teenager was very familiar with her parent's morning routine and she timed it precisely so that she would be ready to jump into the other woman's arms just as soon as her father walked out the door.
That morning she perfectly carried out the schedule she had so painstakingly devised and almost skipped with playful glee as she hurried into the kitchen. Experience told her that this was when her father should be leaving for the factory he worked at and she wanted the chance to say goodbye to him and maybe give him a quick hug or a little kiss on the cheek before she spent most of the day having sex with his wife.
She skidded to a stop however when she entered the kitchen and found her mother there all alone, standing at the stove and cooking what looked like some kind of soup. Even worse, she found a scowl on the other woman's face that looked equal parts frustrated and annoyed.
Mindy was very worried indeed now. Where was her father and why on earth was her mother looking so upset?
"Mom?" Mindy was unable to hide the nervous quavering in her voice.
The older woman glanced at her, then heaved a long-suffering sigh and returned her attention to the stove. With a sad shake of her head, she informed her little girl in a soft, defeated voice, "Your father isn't going to work today, honey."
Mindy gave her a surprised and confused look. How could he not be going to work? This was the day the two women had been looking forward to for a couple of months now so he absolutely had to go to work today.
"It looks like he's caught that bug that's going around," her mother explained quietly. "He's already called in sick today."
The teenager just stared as she tried to understand what her mother was telling her.
Dad wasn't going to work today . . . He was going to be staying home . . . He would be there all day . . . He would be underfoot and in the way all day . . . She and her Mom weren't going to be able to get naked and sweaty . . .
Mindy groaned and said a few choice words under her breath, but obviously loud enough for her mother to hear. "Mindy! You know I don't want you using that sort of language! And you certainly may not call your father such names."
The older woman sighed and looked her daughter in the eye. "Look, I'm just as upset about this as you are, but it's not like he's messing up our plans on purpose." A rueful smile touched her lips then as she reflected on what they two women had hoped to spend the day doing. Had her husband known that his wife and daughter were plotting to launch themselves into a frenzy of lesbian lovemaking the moment he was out the door, he most certainly would have gone out of his way to try to stop them from violating the incest taboo. "It's not like he asked to get sick."
"No, but guys are such wimps," Mindy complained in a harsh voice, unmoved by her mother's defense of her father. "He's probably got a little case of the sniffles, right? And yet he'll be in there moaning and complaining like he's got a severe case of pneumonia! One little cough and he thinks he's at death's door!"
"Mindy . . ."
The girl turned away quickly, hugging herself. She suspected that she was overreacting just a little and blowing this situation all out of proportion, but wasn't that the prerogative of a teenager? They had spent so long denying themselves, fighting with all their will power to keep from saying or doing anything that might reveal their secret new relationship, looking forward to the day when they would finally be able to let loose, only to have her father unknowingly flush all those plans right down the toilet.
One part of Mindy kept trying to tell her that this just meant that it would be one or two more days of waiting, that they would end up in bed and making all of their dreams and fantasies come true soon enough. Unfortunately though, the rest of her kept pointing out what a torture all that waiting had been and that if she didn't find her way into her mother's arms very soon she would surely suffer a catastrophic meltdown.
The two women were distracted from their drama by the sound of a ringing bell coming from the master bedroom.
Turning a startled and disbelieving look on her mother, Mindy demanded, "You let him have the bell?!"
The other woman just shrugged helplessly. "He asked for it, honey. He said he needed some way to get my attention if he needed something and I was somewhere else in the house. I just couldn't come up with a good reason not to let him have it."
Mindy groaned and turned away again even as her mother hurried off to see what her husband wanted.
That little bell had made it's first appearance back when Mindy herself was just a little girl and had come down with a case of the chicken pox. Her mother had spent most of the time she was sick hovering over her in any case, but she had also given her a little silver bell and told her to ring it if she needed something on those occasions when her mother wasn't with her. Mindy couldn't remember having ever actually used the bell, but it had become traditional for ir to appear by her bedside whenever she got sick.
As a reminder of how much her mother loved and cared for her, how hard she was working to make her feel better, it had always been sort of comforting for her to be able to see that bell sitting there when she was sick and feeling miserable. She had never before heard of either of her parents using it when they got sick and so she had come to accept it as something that was unique to her.
Mindy was feeling a little disillusioned by the thought that just anybody could have her bell.
She stopped then as something new occurred to her.
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After rushing out of the kitchen, hurrying across the house, and taking the stairs two at a time, Angela Cooper burst breathlessly into the master bedroom.
Sitting up in the bed against a mound of pillows with the sheets pulled up close around him, the wastebasket she had positioned nearby earlier already overflowing with used Kleenex, David Cooper was the very picture of misery. He had been just about to ring the bell again when his wife arrived and so it was only now that he set it back down.
"Angela? Is that you?"
