Glancing at her watch, the middle-aged woman grumbled softly to herself.
As a housewife who led a relatively sedentary lifestyle, Cassie had not been able to completely escape the ravages of time. Oh, she had kept her weight in check by eating right and joining a gym, but then again she had not been able to dodge the appearance of those first few wrinkles and gray hairs. With her shoulder length hair the color of wheat, her eyes a sky blue, and her blouse filled by a pair of full breasts though, she still got plenty of lingering glances from the male half of the population.
Fortunately for her husband, he had nothing to fear of her ever betraying him though.
Not with another man, at least.
Perched on the edge of her seat and pretending to read a magazine, Cassie was keeping a very close eye on a nearby door.
When the door swung open at length, she almost leapt out of her seat, but quickly subsided again when she saw it wasn't Kayla. Sighing with disappointment when she saw that it was instead just one of her daughters teammates. As she returned to her magazine though, she couldn't help but notice that the teen seemed inordinately interested in her, constantly glancing back at her when she thought she wasn't looking.
Cassie didn't think too much of it, assuming the girl was probably just wondering who she was.
Unable to concentrate enough on the magazine to be able to read the articles or make heads or tails of the pictures, she finally gave up the pretense and threw it aside. What could be keeping her?! She was sorely tempted to just jump up and go looking for her daughter, but vigorously quashed the notion.
Lost in a fog of lust and passion, she was feeling frustrated and over-anxious, but didn't need to be stupid about it.
The text she'd received from Kayla earlier had warned her that her coach wanted her to stay behind for a little while. Apparently, he'd noticed some kind of problem with her performance in the pool today and wanted to work with her on it. That would have been fine with Cassie under normal circumstances, but not anymore.
Not after last night . . .
Unable to sit still any longer, Cassie jumped to her feet and headed over to the window to look out across the skyline of this city. It was a lovely view to be sure, especially with the sun dying beyond the buildings and setting the entire sky aflame, but the middle-aged housewife barely even noticed it.
She was about to start pacing when the door opened again and Kayla appeared at long last.
Spinning around, Cassie was confronted by nothing less than a wet dream made real.
Young and strong with a slender figure, the eighteen year old had her long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail and her full lips curved into a wide smile at the sight of her mother. There were dark circles under her sparkling blue eyes, but that was not nearly enough to spoil her beauty so far as Cassie was concerned.
She was wearing a T-shirt that proclaimed her to be the property of her schools athletic department, but utterly failed to conceal the shape of her small, perky breasts or their hardened tips. Her jeans weren't skin-tight or anything, but were still plenty snug enough to show off those long legs and tight little bottom. A pair of scuffed and well-worn, but comfortable sneakers rounded out her outfit and she was dragging a gym bag along behind her.
The sight of those dark circles made Cassie feel just a little guilty as it was entirely her fault that the girl hadn't gotten enough rest the night before. As exhausted as Kayla must be, who could have blamed her for screwing up a little during the meet and drawing the ire of her coach?
Scooping up her purse from the couch, Cassie charged over to her daughter and grabbed hold of her by the wrist. In the state she was in, it was hard to resist just pushing her up against the wall and kissing her hard and deep, but there were people about who might know who they were and it was all important that they not get caught committing incest. Instead, she dragged Kayla down the hall towards the elevators at a brisk pace.
In truth, they barely made it.
Kayla had hardly pushed the button for the parking garage beneath the building and the doors had just started to slide closed when she was suddenly and forcibly shoved up against the wall. Cassie pinned her there by pressing the full length of their bodies together, tangling her hands in Kayla's hair and kissing her hungrily full on the mouth.
Kayla's hands first went to her assailant's back as they kissed, but soon found their way down to firmly grab hold of her ass. As much as she was enjoying this however, she knew how important secrecy was and thought this kind of fun was best confined to their hotel room.
"Mom?" she mumbled desperately around that probing and exploring tongue. "We need to stop . . ."
"Nuh, uh," Cassie mumbled right back, kissing the other woman even more fiercely. "No stopping."
"Mom. . ."
The doors slid open again behind them and suddenly Cassie was not pinning her lover to the wall anymore. Suddenly released like that, Kayla might have stumbled or even sagged to the floor, but she didn't get the chance as Cassie had grabbed her wrist again and was once more pulling her along helplessly in her wake.
As the couple exited the elevator and jogged across the underground parking garage, Kayla glanced back over her shoulder briefly. It was lucky that no one had been standing there waiting to get on the elevator, she reflected, or they would have been trampled!
Cassie led them through the garage at a breakneck pace on the way to the car they had rented, their footsteps echoing hollowly around the concrete structure. At this hour, the garage was only sparsely populated and there were only a couple of people were visible. The distant sound of a running automobile engine could be heard, too, but for all intents and purposes Cassie and Kayla had the place all to themselves.
As soon as they arrived at the car, squeezing in between it and the one beside it on the driver's side, purses and gym bags were dropped and Cassie steered her young lover up against the side of the vehicle and again pinned her there by pressing her own body firmly up against her's.
Before Kayla could react or even complain about being manhandled like this, there were strong hands firmly grasping her breasts and a tongue trying hard to shove itself down her throat. Even though she was still a little startled by how enthusiastic her mother was today, Kayla decided that her only response should be to kiss her back and let out a happy, throaty groan.
The two women remained like that for what seemed like forever - leaning up against the side of the car, groping and exchanging hungry kisses.
Breaking their last feverish kiss with a sly smile and sparkling eyes that together spoke of mischievous intent, Cassie didn't say a word as she slid slowly down to her knees in front of the girl.
Kayla watched with wide and uncertain eyes, wondering if her mother really intended to do what it looked like she was thinking of. This was an awfully public place for someone to be committing adultery, much less incest!
Reaching up with both hands, Cassie took hold of her lover's full breasts for just long enough to give them a firm squeeze. Those hands then slid smoothly and inexorably down the front of Kayla's body until they came to a stop at the top edge of the younger woman's pants.
And all the while, Cassie never once broke eye contact with Kayla, never lost that lively and wicked little smile.
Kayla actually shivered, gasping. There was just something so incredibly, intensely erotic about the way her mother was looking at her and she was certainly feeling it in all the right places.
Cassie was obviously well aware of what kind of an effect she was having on her prey and it was equally clear that she was enjoying herself immensely. She sent her hands sliding back up again, but this time they slipped easily under Kayla's shirt to once more clasp those breasts - this time though, there was nothing between her hands and the bare skin.
Leaning back against her car, helpless to do anything but stare down into this woman's eyes fixedly, Kayla found that her limbs refused to obey her commands. There was absolutely nothing she could do but let her mom do whatever she liked.
As she felt her heaving breasts be caressed, Kayla was breathing harder and harder and could feel her heart pounding away in her chest. Soft whimpers could already be heard escaping from her lips as she tried and failed to summon up so much as an ounce of will power.
The way those fingers worked her erect and very sensitive nipples sent such a tremor of pure pleasure through Kayla that she had no choice but to surrender herself body and soul to the other woman's ministrations. "Oh, God, yes . . ."
Cassie once more let her hands slowly slide down over her lover's flat belly until they reached the waistband of her slacks. This time though, rather than go back up, she took a moment to unfasten the snap closure and pull down the zipper. As she neared her lover's most intimate of treasures, Cassie was thrilled to realize that the younger woman was actually trembling with excitement.
And still their eyes held each other firmly.
Running her tongue slowly and sensuously over her full lips, Cassie took hold of each side of her daughter's pants and gently tugged them down as far as her knees. This left only a thin and thoroughly soaked pair of panties between her and the prize she had come for.
