Camp Velvet, Chapter 1

by Mortimer Winston Hummmvee © 2010

I wrote this a while back for a fan. Only a few chapters are complete. The original is illustrated, and in PDF/WPD formats, so if it seems as though there should be a picture somewhere...there probably was. If anyone likes this story, let me know, and I'll post another chapter.

Cheryl glanced at her caller id with suspicion. It was that pig, also known as 'the man who couldn't keep it in his pants'. She didn't know what he wanted now, and she didn't care. The divorce was final, and she needed to move on. At least the marriage gave her a lovely daughter.

The financial arrangements made her and Beth comfortable, if not emotionally secure. Cheryl was cute, 35, and naturally blonde ... life could be worse, right? But still, the whole 'affair-thing' had turned her off in a big way, and all men were now suspect. Who needed them anyway?

Cheryl was also a little concerned about one thing. Her 'needs' seemed to take center stage lately, and she did not have the willpower to resist, nor the desire to start dating again. Apart from this, she considered herself happy. And since being horny was not considered dangerous, maybe it wasn't such an inconvenience after all?

Once the answering machine kicked on, the caller hung up. It was just as well, since she wasn't ready to converse with the 'pig', and would surely have lost her cool, thus possibly tainting the rest of her day. The really important question was what to wear for her interview! No, she didn't really need the job, but it sounded like so much fun, and with pay!

Camp was going to be held at a real resort this year. Surely two weeks of sun and fun near the Florida Cays would set things right? Little Palm Island was beckoning with its palm trees, grass huts, and intimate isolation . Cheryl's local church group had decided that this year's Summer camp should be special, and a break from their traditional camp doldrums, usually held in the suburbs of Ontario.

One thing that bothered the young Mother in regards to the pending job interview was that she looked, well ... too young. Would her interviewer, Ms. Woodfree, take someone who looked like a teenager herself seriously? Would the kids obey and respect her? But this was only Summer camp ... surely her past community service and life experience would suffice for the position of camp councillor? Though not very active in the church, Cheryl was confident in her ability to be helpful to the young girls as well as making sure they all had fun! And isn't that what the bottom line should be all about at Summer camp?

The brochure for camp seemed so appealing. As Cheryl held up various blouses and tops over her delicious nude form, glimpses of herself began to stir the honey-blonde. The years had certainly not diminished her appearance. She could probably pass for eighteen (with the right clothes and lighting). At least she wouldn't have to worry about her grapefruit-sized tits dragging on the ground by middle age, like those of some of her friends. She smiled in gratitude to nature, and gave herself a playful slap on her left tit (which hardly wobbled). Yes, she would definitely not use a bra today. Cheryl selected a blue, button-down shirt that matched her eyes. If memory served, it was thick enough to avoid 'nipple poke-through'. Of course, Cheryl's nipples could, on occasion, be a source of concern. They never retracted fully, and the slightest stimulation could cause their inquisitiveness to outwardly push from their launch pads. At least her light-colored areolae would not show as dark shadows through the fabric. It was good to be blonde!

As a side note, after recently watching Tokyo Drift with her 15 year old daughter, Cheryl had been impressed by how adult women in some Japanese cities dressed like young schoolgirls. And quite honestly, it looked pretty hot! While preparing for bed after said movie, Cheryl had found evidence of arousal between her legs. She had told herself it was the guys in the movie that made her wet, but in retrospect, she had plainly enjoyed the titillating sights of both sexes. Only the current reflection of her nakedness, was enough to distract her from the memory of the still disturbing revelation. Ever since that night, Cheryl realized her need for attention, and she wanted to flaunt herself to the world, albeit more subtly than the girls in the movie. Life was short, and she wanted to make up for lost time.

A shower, followed by some all-important primping did nothing to curb the slow simmer she was fostering while preparing for this job interview. It's not like the pay would be that good, but the call of the Florida sun, plus being with her daughter for her first Summer camp seemed all too exciting an opportunity. Cheryl got the idea for the job only after Beth was already signed up and monies were sent. She wasn't sure she wanted to be home alone for two weeks, recently divorced, and without her golden child. Not to mention that this resort had a spa, exercise facilities, hammocks, and even proper diving and snorkeling. She just had to get the job!

Cheryl's daughter Beth was at that awkward stage between girl/woman. Even though only fifteen, she already exhibited her mother's good genes. She was overly developed for her age, and her body's sudden growth spurt had garnered a certain amount of unwanted attention that she didn't always know how to deal with. She was most self-conscious about her suddenly-there bust. In her estimation, they were already as large as her mother's, but instead of perfectly proportioned round globes, they stuck out from her body like torpedoes, making them appear even more prominent. She was starting to catch boys, and sometimes girls, staring - especially if she didn't wear a flattening bra, which often proved terribly constricting and overly stimulating. Her aureolae were large, and when aroused, her nipples often pulled on them in maddening fashion.

Beth rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked down at how she was tenting her pj top in spite of being on her back in bed. 'They' seemed almost bigger today than yesterday, if that was possible. Pulling the top away from her teen chest confirmed the source of her (unnecessary) embarrassment. Her boobs simply stuck out more than typical tits . And if that wasn't bad enough, they had recently become unpleasantly sensitive. But at the same time, Beth found looking at her torpedoes very satisfying, if not a little distracting. And though Beth was very close with her mother, she felt instinctively that she should not discuss this new restlessness with her.

At least she had something to look forward to next month. The camp brochures had never looked appealing until this year. All she had to do was pass the physical her Mom was going to take her to this afternoon. So in other words, this was going to be a slam dunk Summer! Camping, swimming, snorkeling, a pool, a spa, and a chance to work on her tan - what more could a teen girl want!? Beth jumped out of bed and immediately texted a close friend she hoped would also come.

Cheryl checked the clock and noted she still had time to spare, so on impulse she decided to try something she had read about in Beth's teen magazines. Even though she was a natural blonde, with little fur down below, she decided she would shave it completely off! Maybe it was just the electricity in the air today, but it seemed so naughty she just had to try it. Finding a can of Edge shave foam, left over from her ex , she applied some with her increasingly unsteady hand, and lovingly spread it around her perfectly delectable, and very blonde mound of Venus.

Almost instantly she knew she would have to pleasure herself afterwards. The feelings were just too intense to ignore. It did not go unnoticed that there was a fair bit of lubrication already forming, and beginning to trickle out of the picture-perfect, and still tight opening. Cheryl always liked her appearance, and though not very tall for a girl at 5' 5" (some might argue closer to 5' 4"), she was well proportioned and petite. Being her first time at this, she relished the intense feeling of the razor traveling down her treasure. She actually had to put fingers inside to stretch the inner lips tight for the razor. This created more intense pleasure than she was ready for, and she almost orgasamed on the spot. The mirror wasn't helping any, as it just made the poor woman even more turned on. How wonderfully sexy the female body was!

Cheryl began to lose control and started working her fingers over the newly hairless flesh. The hairlessness reminded her of her youth, and it was sexy. She found that she liked squeezing her clitoris with one hand, while pumping increasingly more fingers into her tight vagina. If only there was a free hand to pull on her sensitive nipples! Briefly, images of teen girls from Beth's magazine rudely invaded her mind, and with some effort, Cheryl pushed away the slightly disturbing visions. But soon she realized that the clock was still ticking, and cumming would necessitate another cleanup of her sopping slit. Reluctantly, she stopped her agreeable activities and began wiping up with a wet washcloth. Surely this could wait until after her job interview and Beth's late afternoon visit to the doctor. According to the camp brochure, the doctor visit was also related to paperwork for entry into the once great US of A. So no way around that little inconvenience.

Beth was a wreck!!! She had gone looking for her Mother a minute ago (the reason why escaped her now), and was certainly not prepared for the sordid sight that greeted her! Though the bathroom door was only open a crack, and she had not intended to eavesdrop, there was the sight of her Mother sitting on the counter naked; magnificent adult tits jutting, her legs spread for all to see, and she dragging a razor over her very blonde pussy! The revelation was that her very own mother was now pornographically masturbating not 5 feet from her!

A sympathetic pulse below the teen's waist gripped her like never before, followed by a convulsion that paralyzed her to the point of having to grip the door frame for support. Beth had never looked at her Mother sexually, but something was ripping through her core now, and she would have to get away before Mother spotted her perving. It took precious seconds of concentration to bring her paralyzed legs on-line. Beth was slowly able to leave the area undetected (?), and make it back to her room in hunchback fashion, before she had completed a fully detailed visual record. But the thought of getting caught was totally unacceptable, and she disappeared just in time. Beth was shocked her body did not wish to leave the scene. That was disturbing.

What just happened? The stricken teen crawled back into bed and gripped her pussy through her pajamas for relief. She could tell a wet spot had formed, and it was directly due to seeing her Mother in a compromising situation. The wet streaks had gone as far down as mid thigh! Even when she thought about boys it had not gotten this bad. What did it mean? Beth looked at the weeping, twitchy cooch with confusion. Her Mother was truly beautiful. She felt proud that her beautiful Mother loved her, and that she had her all to herself. But the moisture level from briefly sighting her lovely Mother was troubling.

Beth had recently started masturbating, but it wasn't usually done with much focus, and she often didn't reach orgasm. Though when she did, she quite enjoyed it, and even wondered if all her friends may also have discovered this fine recreational activity by now. That thought was particularly distracting, and before she knew it, her rummaging fingers had caused several surprisingly premature rhythmic jets of cum to spew from her newly active slot, making a mess of her PJ's and sheets. But it was well worth it.

Well that was the first time lube came out of her with force! Beth relished in the afterglow, and contemplated whether this new talent was a positive or a negative. There was some guilt associated with the fact that the moment culminated after thoughts about her girlfriends, and seeing her Mother shave her own (very beautiful) twat. Beth examined her own as she cleaned up. Like her newly minted breasts, her pussy was a little on the plump side - as if it wanted to be seen. Her lips were modest and discreet looking, with just the right amount of inner lips showing. A hairless flower ready to spread its petals at the slightest touch.

The burning afterglow had Beth rethinking today's wardrobe. She was feeling confident and daring. A pink tube top may not have been the most appropriate accessory for a doctor's visit, but a teen in heat did not always exhibit the best judgement. Plus it allowed Beth to go braless, as her tits were now feeling way too sensitive to be confined to some scratchy bra. The skirt would be a black, pleated mini - to complete her daring look. It barely covered Beth's developing attributes. But she looked wonderful in it, as only a teenager's body could look with only 12 inches of material, and a mile of leg. A few twists in front of the mirror in her room made the skirt flare, deliciously flashing her white, translucent panty. Translucent because of her recent, recreational plumbing problems. Beth smiled at her image with approval, and winked at herself in satisfaction. Of course there was still plenty of time, since Mom first had to go to her job interview. Beth picked up her cell, which was essentially an extension of her body, and began the all important nonsense of communicating with her bubble-headed friends.

Cheryl's problem was now in containing her own exigent lubrication. The clock on the wall said it was almost time to leave, but her drying efforts had not proven completely effective. Failing to finish masturbating had caused a slow leak, that was difficult to contain - not unlike the gulf oil spill, but sexier and not lethal to sea otters. In desperation, a tampon was used - even though it was not her 'time'. Cheryl was now in hurry mode, and after a few final touches to her body temple, it was time for the all important instructions before leaving a teenager home alone for several hours.

With a little excess squish where there shouldn't have been any, Cheryl Perkins confidently made her way to Beth's room on the sunny side of the house, carefully avoiding the increase in clutter that appeared the closer she got to the teenager's room. What a surprise, the high-schooler was animatedly on the phone, and had not yet noticed Mom standing in the doorway. Before Cheryl could burst in, she momentarily became distracted by the vista. Beth was dressed, but on her back and still in bed, opening and closing her legs unconsciously as she bubbled on endlessly about something that was more than likely immensely trivial. Once Cheryl's eyes had time to focus, a lump had begun forming in her throat.

Every time Beth swung her long legs open, Mom got a glimpse of snow-white panties. She was going to clear her throat, but did not have enough air in her lungs to do so. This paralysis lasted maybe 10 seconds, but the illicit image burned itself into Cheryl's brain, and against her conscious will. As she tried to muster resolve to either leave or stay, things went from bad to worse in a hurry. It was just like Beth's magazines described it would be. Cameltoe alert! Cheryl had not recalled seeing one before. The sordid sight bludgeoned Cheryl's pudendum with a pulsing repetitiveness. Her point of interest was there one second, then hidden the next, then back again behind brilliant white. Cheryl was disgusted by her new feelings, but the divorce left her so alone and without outlet. The newly pubescent cameltoe on rhythmic display, was making Cheryl insane between the legs!

The hot Mother of one steeled herself for action, and marshaled the strength to announce herself by clearing her throat. It was only a split second, but her eyes had lingered just a tad too long on the beautifully enthonged peach she had loined fifteen years ago, and by the time she averted her gaze and looked into Beth's bright, aqua eyes - Beth's were already on her's!!! Damn! Cheryl hoped her panic didn't show, and gave her daughter a strained parting smile and wave, while indicating for her to keep the clock in mind. Beth replied with her own dazzling smile and a distracted thumbs up, presumably a gesture about the interview, as it was practically a Cardinal sin to interrupt a teenager when on her phone.

Cheryl almost fell descending the stairs to her SUV. Her legs were pure rubber, and her panties needed changing. She put on her Victorian-style, high heeled booti-shoes (in colour black to match the tight skirt with the sexy slit), and she was off to the interview, now towering at almost 5' 9" (with the commensurate confidence conveyed by heels). Once in the Audi, Cheryl finally exhaled after what seemed like hours. The interview with Ms. Woodfree was to take place just a few miles South, so Cheryl concentrated on driving, and shelved thoughts about her recent, demented morning.

After Beth hung up the phone, she replayed her Mother's departure in her mind. She was inexperienced but not stupid. Beth looked down at her supine body, and saw the tiny skirt had fallen in such a way as to put her brilliant white, translucent panties on display. She opened her legs to see what may have been on display from Mom's vantage point in the doorway. Beth knew her face was becoming red once she realized how careless her body position and state of attire had been at this angle. Maybe she was overanalyzing this, but there WAS this fleeting distant look in her Mother's blue eyes, and those eyes definitely saw her see-sawing legs, and even what lay between!

But perhaps she had misread Mom. It was just a look, and Beth was just a kid still. It probably meant nothing. She wondered why she was so focused of late, on her Mother? Sure, they loved each other, but Beth was concerned about her Mom's lack of interest in finding a new relationship. And while she missed her Father some, it was more the idea of him that she missed. The cold reality was that Jack just hadn't been around much, and it was in some ways a relief he had moved on to greener pastures. Beth was determined to get her hot Mom to start dating again. And having her at camp actually sounded to Beth that it could be fun. They could catch up on their tans, rejuvenate at the spa, and just re-connect as best buddies. She hoped her Mother aced her interview!

Cheryl pulled into the conveniently empty parking space. She found that if she focused on finding an empty parking space before she got to where she was going, it would usually materialize for her. Winning a game like this made her feel good, and a good mood could favorably influence the day's events!

The attractive Mother checked herself out in the bathroom mirror at the modest little office building where Ms. Woodfree conducted the church business. Every hair appeared to be in place; her nips were in check and not tenting her blouse, and Cheryl felt on cloud nine about her chances. But the euphoria would not endure.

"Come in."

"Hello Cheryl, I haven't seen you in church lately?"

"Ahhh ... well, I've just been busy, Ms. Woodfree."

"You can call me Agnes."

"I guess you're here to interview for the councillor position for this year's Summer camp? Did you bring a resume?"

"Yes and yes. Here you are Ms. Woodfree ... I mean Agnes."

Agnes Woodfree was probably attractive in her day ... like a hundred years ago! But now she just came across as a severe, thin-lipped and rigid old bitty. She was pretty tall, but her choice in clothing and make up only tended to accentuate her negative physical attributes, of which there seemed plenty. Cheryl was now aware of her sweaty palms, and the grim countenance of her interviewer, as she coldly read through Cheryl's resume with what looked like disapproval. The creepy woman made little snorting noises as she read, as though making semi-private comments about Cheryl's qualifications. Her expression went from bad to worse, then back to just bad. Finally she exhaled (louder than necessary), and slapped the resume down on her desk, looking up over her bifocals at a rapidly shrinking Cheryl. Maybe this wasn't going to be a slam-dunk after all ...

"Let me be frank with you, Ms. Perkins. There has been a lot of interest in this position. Why don't you just tell me why you think you're so special."

"Well I ... uhhh ... I'm a Mother ... and, uhhh ... I care about people and children and, uhhh ... "

Cheryl hated meanness, and this woman was downright mean. She never really spoke to her at church, and never really thought this is what she would be like in person. The pressure made her really nervous, and she was unable to respond naturally. Cheryl simply had not prepared for someone with such a toxic agenda.

"I see here you have not held a job in quite a while. Why is that?"

"Well, you see Ms. Woodfree - I mean Agnes ... I mean ... you see after the divorce, I got the house along with a settlement, and I hadn't really worked since Beth was born ... but now I thought it might be fun to, uhh ... "

"Ms. Perkins, first of all as an adult you need to speak in complete sentences. Secondly, your experience is mighty thin. Thirdly, you look like a child yourself! Do you think you can get the respect of teenage girls if you look like one of them, and even sound like one of them?"

What a nice way to package an insult, Cheryl thought. Not only was this mean, old lady reviling - but she just might make her cry, and that would only serve to confirm her unsuitability and lack of emotional maturity. It was hard to organize a defense against this surprisingly rude person. And that was the sad part, she would have to defend herself instead of simply illustrating her attributes.

Cheryl valiantly mustered the last of her composure and struck back with a summary of her strong points. She felt she was qualified enough after raising a straight "A" daughter, and this was just Summer camp after all, not Los Alamos. By the time she hit her salient points, Cheryl was all out of breath, completely sweaty, pupils dilated and her countenance agitated. Then suddenly and unexpectedly, after she took another deep breath to calm the growing irritation, the top button on her blue blouse popped under the C-cup strain, and shot across Agnes' desk. Most embarrassing indeed!

There was suddenly a deep silence in the office. Agnes simply stared expressionless after the button flew. Cheryl looked down at the state of her blouse, but could not really do anything about it now, and as she looked up again, she saw Agnes Woodfree looking at the newly revealed cleavage with what looked like disgust. Well, clothing malfunctions did occur occasionally after all, so Cheryl decided to ignore the matter rather than focus on or even acknowledge the obvious. Thankfully, the remaining buttons were cooperating.

Agnes silently, reached into a drawer and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. She promptly lit one, and exhaled towards Cheryl, still staring at her sternly. Each eyed the other in uneasy silence. Finally Agnes got up while thoughtfully sucking on her stinky tobacco product. She paced around the room, finally settling down on the edge of her desk and in front of Cheryl. Her proximity made Cheryl even more uncomfortable. And who smoked anymore anyway? That's when Agnes did it.

She reached back onto her desk and retrieved Cheryl's rebellious button. This was very embarrassing to the young Mother, as she was trying to forget the recent incident. That's when Agnes chose to speak again, as she contemplated and fingered the inconsiderate button with bony fingers.

"You came to my office dressed like a whore, in your short skirt and tight blouse. I wonder if you're even wearing a brassiere, and you smell of cheap perfume! Are you trying to come on to me?"

Cheryl looked up at her tormentor in horror. What vile accusations! Her perfume was not cheap. The old bag was an absolute beast!! She had never been so insulted! She knew her cheeks were turning beet red, as she could feel them burning. This interview was obviously dead, and she was not going to take any more abuse from this neanderthal woman. She got up to leave, tears forming in her eyes.

That's when it happened. Before Cheryl could react, Agnes reached out, took a fistful of Cheryl's blouse and yanked!!! The garment tore away exposing her naked tits to a perfect stranger. Apparently Agnes was not shy about looking, and it was several seconds before Cheryl could cover up her liberated melons.

"MS. WOODFREE, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!!!

Desperately, Cheryl tried to keep her breasts covered using the torn remains of her blue blouse - still in shock and trying to figure out the meaning of this latest outrage.

"You have nice tits, Ms. Perkins. But I'm not sure that's a relevant qualification. I can see your nipples are extending ... you horny little CUNT! You lesbian whores make me sick."

Agnes exhaled her putrid smoke at Cheryl once again, whose tears were streaming now. She felt weak and powerless and confused about what to do. She saw Agnes reach out for her again, so Cheryl dug deep for courage as she slapped the old woman's face in defense! This stopped the pending advance, and the wrinkled old hand went to her face to cover the new red mark.

"If you want this job, you will do as I say. Now I want your skirt off - ASAP! Show me you have a woman's pussy, and not a hairless, little-girl slit! I wonder if you're even wearing underwear!? Is that arousal I smell!? YOU FUCKING WHORE!!!"

Cheryl simply couldn't believe it. And this was a person from her church! While one hand clutched at her now buttonless blouse (damn, and it had been on sale too), she used the other to push Agnes backwards with all her strength. It was apparently enough, as this sent the woman backwards over her desk and flat onto the carpeted floor.

While her opponent was on all fours, Cheryl grabbed the phone tearing it from the wall, then yanked the cord free. The adrenaline was sufficient to keep her momentum as she leapt over the desk (in high heels yet) to where her interviewer was struggling to get up. She quickly grabbed the old woman's hands and wrapped them in the phone cord. Of course to do this, she had to let go of her blouse, which had naturally opened, and even Cheryl could see her own naked breasts flaunting about as she struggled to neutralize this maniac. The kneeling woman was not trying to prevent Cheryl from tying her up, and was openly staring at the wobbly, naked tits right in front of her.

"I'm calling the police, you crazy bitch!"

Her quarry now secured, Cheryl restored her dignity by pressing the torn blouse to her chest, and quickly heading for the office door, while wiping her tears.

"Bravo Mrs. Perkins!"

The unexpected comment froze Cheryl in her tracks, and caused her to turn around. The old woman was smiling. First time Cheryl had seen her smile. Her hands were still tied in front of her, and she was not struggling against her bonds, so Cheryl felt safe enough to address her curiosity. She stared at the woman as she spoke again.

"Please open the manila folder on my desk. Go ahead. I won't hurt you. I'll just remain here on the floor until you've seen the file."

Cheryl complied, but kept the woman in her peripheral vision. Opening the said folder, she saw the mugshot of a woman. She flipped to the next picture. To her horror, it was of a young girl - naked. She flipped to the next picture, and the next. They were all photos of mostly naked, mostly underage camp girls - all very attractive. She had finally caught her breath, and these images were both offensive and reluctantly stimulating. But why was this woman showing her this? She looked up for an explanation.

"You see, several years ago I hired that woman in the picture for the same position you are now seeking. She turned out to be a child molester. Those are some of the images the police found on her when she was caught in a compromising position with several girls, at the same time. It was a miracle none of the campers were killed. The pictures, videos, and slutty lingerie found at the scene were later pretty upsetting to the girls and their families. You may have heard something about a scandal several Summers ago. This was it. The woman in that mugshot had better qualifications than you, and she turned out to be a major pervert."

Cheryl did remember something about a scandal at camp, but it died down pretty quickly. A few rumors, but no one was talking, and it was all brushed under the rug pretty quickly.

"Both the girls AND the parents wanted the embarrassing incident kept as quiet as possible, and the perp ended up with probation, since it was her first offence. I promised myself I would never let any more harm come to our girls, so I devised this surefire method of testing our female applicants to make sure they were not clever deviants playing the system."

As a Mother of a teen daughter herself, this shocking narrative and impossible interview were just a bit much! But Ms. Woodfree's tone and demeanor had completely changed, and she was now using a very soft voice and even smiling here and there. Cheryl still suspiciously clung to the torn garment; the sole gateway to her braless breasts, as she tried to decide if this could be true, or if the woman was buying time and might pounce at the slightest lack of her concentration.

"I came on to you to see if you had morals or lesbian tendencies. I was rude to you to see how you would react. I assaulted you to see if you would do the right thing. Unorthodox yes, but you would be surprised how many applicants made the wrong decisions, and are not going to be called back. I trust you would protect our girls, and I see you are a moral woman. Now can we get back to looking at the rest of your qualifications?"

Cheryl was still not fully convinced. This was plausible, but ... Could anyone be so methodical, so ruthless, so single minded? And what about the likelihood of a lawsuit by those applying for this stupid job? Was she supposed to ignore that she was just sexually violated? Agnes could see the wheels turning, but she needed to close the deal.

"I see you remain unconvinced. So please open the center drawer of my desk, and pull out the envelope there. That's right, that one. Now open it. Do you see a check has been made out to you? What is the amount?"

"Eighty five dollars..."

"Read the memo line. What does it say?"

"Damaged apparel."

"Please take the check with my apologies. I'm sure you are putting two and two together by now. Note these funds are from my personal account. I have tried this experiment with all our female applicants in order to weed out the perverts, morons, and posers. I hope that figure will be enough to cover just your blouse, as there was no brassiere ..."

Cheryl was a mix of emotions. From anger, to confusion, to distrust, to amazement. This was a very gutsy woman, willing to take great risk, and not afraid of getting her hands dirty. How incredibly calculating ... but plausible. Cheryl concluded the logic was sound, and was now embarrassed about overreacting. But she still didn't like the hag. Her acting was too practiced, and she had ruined a good Penney's blouse. Why couldn't it have been one of her less liked blouses from Wal-Mart? Agnes held up her bound wrists.

"I think you can untie me now."

Cheryl hesitated, but Agnes put on her best smile.

"Why don't we get on with your interview. I still have questions, and you're still in the running."

Beth was snooping. She had no business in her Mother's bathroom. She recited that to herself as she put the freshly used Bic razor to her nose. Nice. She then took the hand mirror and sat in the exact spot of the recent ... uhh, 'incident'. She lifted her tiny, pleated skirt and placed the mirror below it, so that she could look up at her sheer panty. It was quite a thrill, and the panty was becoming more sheer by the minute. She spread her legs for a better view of her cameltoe. Beth was turning herself on as she looked, reminiscing of her Mother shaving her blonde pussy barely an hour ago. Why did she suddenly find her Mother so attractive? Undeniable. Other than admitting it, she couldn't say. Her privates were humming a tune, and she judged it dreamy!

Beth wished she could have witnessed more than a few seconds of her Mother's awesome masturbation. While she took note of the technique, she noticed that her cheeks were flushed, but the feeling was still nice. Beth noticed one of her teen magazines in the magazine rack, and recognized the issue. She opened it to the earmarked page. It was an article about pussy shaving. A saucy article, and Beth remembered masturbating profusely after reading it last year. Though not graphic with the pictures or the words, it had proved very arousing. Apparently, her Mother felt the same.

Beth put the article down, and faced the mirror. She hiked up under the skirt to find the panty string, and she pulled the white garment down until it could fall of its own accord. She slowly lifted the tiny skirt until she could see her naked sex in the mirror. It excited her. She opened the magazine again, and casually compared her body to the ones of the girls found there. She wondered when her 'hair' might come in more fully. The female form certainly seemed most stimulating to her.

Hearing the electric garage door brought Beth back to reality, as she scrambled to put everything back the way it was.