Jenna sashayed through the shopping centre on Saturday morning, her arms inked in her girlfriends'. She'd chosen to wear dark, opaque tights that day so she could get away with wearing her shortest denim skirt. It barely skimmed the bottom of her ass. Going up to the second floor on an escalator she knew the young guys behind wouldn't need to strain too hard to see up under her skirt. It made Jenna feel sexy and flirty and she swayed her hips to gently tease them.
Jenna could have worn dark panties but when she got out of the shower that morning a rush of devilment drove her to choose white lace bikini panties. She admired herself in the mirror before she slipped her fine opaque tights on and wriggled into her denim skirt. Jenna had wiggled her hips and blown a kiss at her own reflection. "Nice ass" she'd thought. But she'd groaned as she picked up her plain dark 32A bra. "As if I need to bother" she thought. Her friends were so much more developed then her. Her mother, Brenda was a 36C so there was some hope. But why did she have to wait so long. She was eighteen. It wasn't fair!
Lucy was the prettiest in their group. The reason Jenna and the other girls went out shopping with Lucy was because she attracted the boys like a magnet. She was confident too and, as Jenna had heard, experienced. Jenna wasn't usually as overt as some of her friends when came to attracting the opposite sex. But today she'd noted that they'd had made a point of telling her how sexy she looked in her little denim skirt. Lucy had smiled and whispered something to Anna, who had first gasped and then giggled.
Before lunch the girls had visited a new fashion outlet. The clothes were daringly cut - slashed even. The music was loud and they'd separated into little groups, each going through racks. Jenna wandered from group to group laughing with them as they dared each other to try on dresses, skirts and tops. She wandered over to where Lucy and Anna were looking at lingerie. Their backs were turned away from Jenna.
"That stick insect Jenna will have to wait a good few more years before she can wear bras like these" said Lucy. Anna responded. "She is a little tart! Have you seen the skirt she's wearing? She looks like a prostitute!" Anna almost spat the words out.
Jenna turned and walked away. Trembling with shock and anger and with the tears beginning to run down her face, she ran out of the shop and into the cool air of the covered walkway. She hated Lucy and Anna now. Looking back into the shop through the window she could see that Naomi and Beth had joined Lucy who was holding up a large cup bra and laughing. Anna and the other girls were laughing too now and Jenna hated them all for it.
Jenna stumbled towards the outer doors. The cold wind outside chilled the tears that were now drying on her cheek. She needed to get home now and began walking towards the bus stop. There was no way she was going back to continue shopping with the other girls. So she texted "gone home" to Lucy and got a cursory "k" in return. "Bitch!" she thought.
She half thought about calling her mother, Brenda to pick her up, but felt she'd give her a break. Mum deserved at least one lie-in during the week. Anyway, her new man Barry was going to be taking her out mid-morning for lunch in town. If she took the bus home they'd have left and she'd have the place to herself and wouldn't have to explain her early return. The bus took ages and it had started raining by the time it arrived. Jenna was still soaked when she got off the bus and began walking up the street towards home.
Going round the back of the house, Jenna unlocked the kitchen door and entered. She didn't bother calling out because she knew her mum and Barry would be out. It was only when she was about to walk through to the hallway that she heard her mother's voice in the lounge. Then she heard a very odd, mewing sound. It was definitely Brenda.
Jenna's long straight hair was still dripping from the rain. She needed a towel from upstairs to dry it. She wondered why her mum hadn't gone out as she said she would. Had her mum and Barry fought? Jenna tip-toed over to the barely open door to the lounge and was about to call out when she saw her mother's naked back. Brenda was sitting on the sofa facing away from the lounge door. The welts and ridges made by Brenda's bra straps digging in to the plump white skin on her shoulders were clearly visible to Jenna even though the lounge was in partial darkness, being lit by a single reading lamp in the corner.
Jenna drew back, her heart racing. Had she just caught Barry and her mum "doing it" when they thought she was out for the day? But she hadn't actually seen Barry when she peeked in. Perhaps Brenda was having problems with her back? Jenna pushed the lounge door open another half inch and pressed her face into the gap. She heard Brenda mew again. Her head was now thrown back and her shoulders were shaking a little. Brenda suddenly moved up onto her haunches on the sofa so her wide, white ass was now visible on the arm rest. The marks on her hips where her panties had recently been were as clearly visible as her bra strap marks. Brenda's curly brown hair was wafting to and fro over her broad white shoulders as she shook her head. Jenna couldn't see her face, but she felt sure her mother was biting her lower lip hard, like she usually did when she was concentrating hard on something.
"Oh you are a good girl." Barry's heavily accented voice cut through the air. Jenna's heart stopped and then began hammering in her chest. There was the mew again, issuing from Brenda's lips. Brenda's head was now shaking vigorously and Jenna could see her right arm was pushed down between her legs. She was playing with herself while Barry watched! Jenna almost shrieked. God how embarrassing was this?
She decided she would sneak back outside and make a real racket of coming into the house this time. She'd give Brenda enough time to dress. But when she came in she'd give her flustered mum such a suspicious look that she would be sure this would never happen again.
"I wore the red lace panties for you Sir" said Brenda. On hearing this, Jenna was transfixed.
"You're not a good girl at all Brenda" said Barry smoothly "you're a horny girl".
