Olivia palmed the key in her hand as she headed back up the stairs. Now that she had finally rid herself of the sexual tension that built up the past two months, she realized what she had done.
I just fucked my own daughter
she thought in horror.
Oh my god.....
She opened the door with shaky fingers. Justine was fast asleep on the bed, still cuffed. Olivia let out a sigh of relief. That bought her some time to figure things out. She leaned over and unlocked the ankles first. Justine didn't stir. Now the hard part. She unlocked first one wrist, then the other. Freed, her daughter rolled over onto her side and hugged the comforter, still asleep. That was a close one. She hurried downstairs.
Now you've really gotten yourself in it this time...
Olivia thought to herself. She always loved to blow off steam after filming one of her movies, in the past she would go on a bender or find a woman or two to spend the night with. But the location of the set had made things like that difficult, and she had been in a rush to go home.
And there was that whole thing with the bondage. Anyone into that would've gone a little bit sex crazy, having a dish like that naked and waiting for them. She could feel her lower muscles start to clench again and decided not to think about it anymore.
Don't call your daughter a dish.
She scolded herself.
She sat down at the large kitchen island and grabbed the stack of mail. Bills! Now if there was ever a more sexless thing to think about, that was it. Half the mail went straight to the recycling pile, while the other half had to be sorted into piles based on importance. After she finished with the mail and decided to get started on dinner.
She opened up the fridge. Wow. Aside from the condiments, a pizza box, a small brown takeout container and a half empty bottle of Pepsi were the only things in the fridge. She was lucky her daughter didn't starve to death. She opened up the pizza box. Empty! Rolling her eyes, she put it next to the recycling pile. Guess she was going grocery shopping.
***
She was starting to feel more like herself again once she had gone to the nearby supermarket. Now she was toasting garlic for tomato sauce as she prepared chicken parmigiana for their meal tonight. She sipped from a glass of wine as she cooked and listened to Frank Sinatra.
"Mmm something smells good." Justine said as she walked into the kitchen. She was now thankfully clothed, though with her dark hair tousled and very relaxed demeanor, she still looked like someone who had recently got some. She had on a white shirt and tight jeans on, and she took a seat at the kitchen island eagerly. Olivia should have known, the smell of food always seemed to rouse the animals from their slumber.
"Chicken parm." Olivia said as she turned the music down a little so she could hear her better.
"I see that." Justine said, licking her lips. "Need help?" Olivia tried not to stare at her lips.
"What? Oh. No, I'm almost finished."
"Suit yourself." Justine said, pouring herself a glass of wine. Olivia raised an eyebrow.
"What?" Justine said innocently. "California law states that it is perfectly legal for those under twenty-one to have alcohol in a private setting if a parent or guardian is present." She said, flourishing the bottle.
"Wow. And with a speech like that I hope you have the grades to back it up." Olivia said dryly. She added the garlic to the cooking tomato sauce and stirred it in.
"Eh, your typical Bs and Cs. Mostly Bs." She said hastily as she sipped from the glass. "Mmm...this is good." She said, looking at the wine label.
"That was a gift from the director of
Chosen Fruit
." Olivia said, walking over and taking the bottle from Justine's hands.
"Wasn't that the guy that had the hots for you?" Justine said, leaning back on the counter now that her arms were free. The act made her chest look bigger, and Olivia didn't want to think of when she had learned that move.
"Probably." She put the wine in the fridge for later. "Anyways..." she put the pasta onto two plates and put the sauce over it, adding extra sauce for Justine since she knew she liked it that way. Then she used the tongs to grab a piece of chicken parm for each of them.
"Oooh...this looks so good!" Justine said eagerly. She immediately dug in, twirling some pasta on her fork and shoving it in her mouth. "Mm." She closed her eyes, her shoulders dropping as she savored the food. "It's so good. I missed your cooking."
"I need to teach you how to cook." Olivia said as she settled into the leather stool and started to eat. This...was good. This was a normal conversation. Between mother and daughter. Justine wasn't bringing up what had happened earlier and that was fine with her.
"Does Carl know how to cook?" She asked, trying to ignore the image that popped into her head again of naked Carl. God.
Justine snorted. "Yeah, if you count boiling hot dogs and instant noodles 'cooking'." She made double quotes in the air, almost dropping her fork. She caught it and in one smooth motion went back to eating.
It seemed like Carl was not very good at a fairly large number of things, and the thought made Olivia a lot smugger than she should have been.
"A bunch of movies came out when you were away, want to watch one together?" Justine asked after she had polished off a large part of her plate of pasta and her chicken parm.
"Sure." Olivia said.
"Ok we got horror, romance, action..." They were sitting in the large living room and Justine was flipping through the pay per view.
"Let's do action." Olivia said quickly. Romance was a bad idea. Horror wasn't too bad but she had seen her fair share and knew it usually started with a lot of nudity.
"Okay, you're the boss." Justine said with a shrug. They were sitting on opposite ends of the couch and personally, Olivia would have preferred it stay that way. She didn't trust herself around Justine after what happened this afternoon. She barely even knew what was happening to the people on the screen, she was so focused on the person sitting beside her. Justine also seemed unusually quiet, normally she loved making jokes during movies. When the movie ended Olivia stood up.
"Whew, I had a long day, I'm going to shower and then get ready for bed." She said to Justine.
"Same."
**
After her shower Olivia wrapped a towel around herself and one around her hair. She went to the sink and grabbed her toothbrush. Huh. That was weird. There was another toothbrush here. She had finished brushing her teeth and was ready to leave when the door opened. Justine was also in a towel with a fresh towel turban around her head. "Forgot my toothbrush." She said, grabbing the pink toothbrush.
"Why were you in my bathroom?" Olivia asked.
Justine shrugged. "It's bigger."
"Oh. Well enjoy." Olivia said. She put her hand on the doorknob.
"Mom."
"Yes?" She turned around just as Justine dropped her towel.
Justine
When she had woken up from her nap, Justine felt disoriented. What had happened? For a moment she legitimately believed that she had fallen asleep and had one of her sexual dreams about Mom again. But then she saw the cuffs still on her wrists and ankles. Oh my god...it was real???
Two years ago, Justine had come across one of her mom's older movies. Curious, she had put it in her laptop and played it. It hadn't been too bad; it was an action movie and her mom had a side role in it. At one point though, her mom had tied up the villainess and had been interrogating her. Mom's charisma had shown in that scene, as the villainess that had been quite a bore throughout most of the movie actually looked engaged and yearning for her mom's touch.
It had been a short scene, but the image of her mom tying a woman up and interrogating her was so hot to Justine that she never forgot it. She had long since lost track of how many hours over the weeks that she had masturbated to the thought of her mom doing that sort of scene with her, eventually becoming so bold as to sleep in her mom's room when she was away for work. Carl had been all for doing sex acts in her mom's bed, thinking of it as a sort of naughty act, oblivious to the real reason.
Sometimes she would count down the days until her mom got back from filming, but this time she had been completely caught by surprise, especially since her phone had been ruined. Even with that huge disaster things had gone miraculously well. She squeezed her thighs together and bit her lip, remembering how her mom had fucked her with that large strap on. Oh my god that had been so hot. She had always thought that chest contained money or important documents, but it must've been toys. She wondered what else was in there.
But where was mom? From the sounds downstairs it sounded like she was in the kitchen.
Don't fuck this up, Justine
she said to herself. She put on her clothes and headed downstairs. When her mom had greeted her normally, she decided it would be safest to act like nothing had happened.
But she wanted more. And she definitely hadn't made up that part where her mom had made the first move on her, kissing her when she was all tied up. She just needed to know how to work this. She took a shower after the movie, making sure she was out before her mom. Then she wrapped herself in a towel and headed upstairs to her mom's bathroom.
Olivia
