Chapter 09 - The Hazing
The Summit, Kitchen - 9:45 am
Heather could smell the coffee wafting from the kitchen and it drew her like a moth to flame.
"Bauding Bing...Bauding Bing...Bauding Bing...Bauding Bing...," She chimed as she entered the kitchen to find Mildred hovering over the coffee pot in hopeful anticipation.
Mildred looked up at the sound of Heather's approach. She smiled as Mildred obviously ogled her, staring blatantly at her belly where all the muted chiming came from, and asked with a naughty grin, "You realize your chiming?"
"Like a full Christmas Bell Orchestra and vibrating with every step," She answered with her own naughty smile.
"Really," Mildred asked with a little laugh, "Ben-wa balls?"
"And anal ben-wa balls," She answered with a smile then asked, "Do you wanna try?"
Mildred looked hesitant for only a second then her naughty side was more curious. With a naughty grin she purred, "Sure!"
Heather grinned in return before squatting and quickly sweeping her sarong to the side. Pushing the crotch of her bathing suit aside, she used a finger to widen her vaginal mouth as one and then the second ben-wa ball plopped into her hand. Chiming as she stood up, she still had her anal beads in her. She was about to wash the ben-wa balls in the sink when Mildred put her hand on her arm to stop her.
"If you don't mind," Mildred purred with a naughty smile promising more than just a free exchange of toys, "I'll take those just the way they are."
She wanted to object but then smiled and handed the ben-wa balls over. Each one was slathered in her vaginal juices and her daddy's sperm, but if Mildred didn't care neither did she. Mildred untied her silk robe, baring her petite body to Heather and squatted before pushing the cum covered spheres inside her vagina.
She enjoyed the sight of Mildred's nudity, the woman looked like she was twenty-eight maybe thirty. She also looked like a little girl which she found strangely fascinating. Mildred's chin length platinum hair fell down over her face, but it didn't keep Heather from seeing and admiring her petite shoulders, her surprisingly large teardrop shaped B-cup breasts that ski-sloped out perkily from her chest. Motherhood and age had added slight padding to her belly and waist, but it only served to further feminize her, otherwise Mildred would have been far too rakish. Then there was the thick flame shaped patch of long platinum pubic hair decorating her pubic mound just above a camel-toe pussy slit while all the rest of her pussy was completely and permanently denuded of hair.
"Do you shave?" She asked suddenly as she watched her ben-wa balls disappear inside Mildred, "Or, do you wax?"
Mildred looked up when she was finished, smiled as she stood, and then asked, "Which do you do?"
"Shave," She answered, then asked with a gesture indicating the ben-wa balls, "How do they feel?"
Mildred shifted her weight from one leg to the other then walked around the kitchen and out to the balcony and back, "Bauding Bing...Bauding Bing...Bauding Bing...Bauding Bing..."
Heather watched Mildred leave, and in the meantime, poured herself a cup of coffee.
"Bauding Bing...Bauding Bing...Bauding Bing...Bauding Bing," Mildred chimed as she walked back into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee.
"So?" She asked.
"Interesting," Mildred answered, "Not as consistent as a vibrator, but they constantly zing me as I move!"
"Yeah, and you don't even need batteries," She agreed as she brought her cup up and sipped her coffee.
"I didn't answer your first question," Mildred said over her own cup of coffee, "When I was young I shaved and plucked, but having money does have its privileges so later after Jean and Shannon were born I went and had a permanent hair removal done."
"That must have been painful," She mused.
"Not as painful as repeated waxing," Mildred quipped.
"Would you recommend it," She asked before she heard the sounds of Jean, Shannon, Dean and Julia coming out of their room for breakfast.
"Absolutely," Mildred answered quickly as she put her cup of coffee down and quickly wrapped her robe around her naked body and tied the sash just before her children came around the corner, "I'll give you the name and number of the people I used later. They did fantastic work!"
"What's for breakfast, mom," Dean asked in a typical teenage boy manner.
"I don't know," Mildred retorted sarcastically, "I guess whatever you can find in the cupboards!"
"Ah," Dean complained.