"You're A Beautiful Woman" (closed)

[LoriDean12345]

"You're A Beautiful Woman"

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Abby Davis: her cutie-pie picture
19 years old
5'6", 111 lbs.
34D-24-34.
Hazel eyes.
Brunette but lightened to blonde.

Abby came up from under the sheets. There was a smile on her lips. Cum, too. She stuck her tongue out at her boy friend, showing him the rest of his plentiful discharge.

"You're nasty," Robby joked, his chuckles interrupted by the euphoria of the blow job. He watched her pull her tongue back in, swallow, and give him an Aww, yummy expression. "You're so nasty."

"And you love it," she challenged him.

"I love it," he confirmed, pulling her up to him and kissing her passionately. "And I love you."

"Me, too," she told him, feigning sincerity.

Abby didn't love Robby. But she did need Robby, him and his family. Abby needed what he and his family gave her. Robby was the most popular guy at school: All-Star athlete in three sports with 11 Letterman pins; President of the Student Body, the FBLA, and the Model United Nations. His father was rich with some serious connections to politicians and even richer people. And his mother had her fingers in the workings of almost every do-gooder organizations in the city.

Abby was what many might call white trailer trash. She hid it well, though. All of her class mates thought she lived in a nice Victorian out by the lake. The house actually belonged to her Great Uncle. When she needed him to do so, Uncle Billy pretended to be Daddy. He would host Abby's little afternoon beach parties, knowing that afterward his great niece would compensate him in the bedroom.

No, Abby had no qualms about using her body to get what she wanted from life. That was why Mother Nature had given it to her, right? And she was about to use it in a way she would never have expected as she pulled her mouth away from Robby's and asked, "What's up with your mother?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, rolling Abby to her back and climbing between her opened thighs.

As he worked his cock into her, Abby continued to question Robby about his mother's recent behavior. She had been a lively, active woman when Abby met Robby two years ago. But over the past few months, she'd seemed depressed and uninvolved. Abby wasn't getting the answers she wanted from Robby. Even as he was beginning to pump deep and hard into her, Abby was still asking question of Robby.

He finally stopped and pulled his head back to look at her. "What's going on? Why are you asking questions about my mother while I'm fucking you?"

"I'm concerned is all," she said, her tone showing no effect of the intercourse that had been causing him to breath heavily. "I love your mother. She's so sweet."

"They're getting a divorce," Robby said bluntly. When Abby's eyes widened in horror, Robby stressed, "She doesn't know!"

"How could she not know!" Abby was almost screaming as she pushed Robby away and crawled out from under him. Naked, she stood at the bed's edge asking, "How can you know your parents are getting divorced but your mother doesn't?"

"Are we not gonna finish this?" Robby asked with a smirk as he grasped his still hard cock and aimed it Abby's way. When she screamed at him in frustration, he murmured to himself, "I guess not."

He rolled onto his back and explained that he'd overheard -- eavesdropped -- on his father talking to a divorce lawyer three or four times. He and Abby traded questions and answers for several minutes. During that time she was putting her clothes back on, to the obvious dismay of her boyfriend.

"Dad and mom haven't been fucking," he told her. "For a long time. I heard them once -- mom and dad -- arguing about not having sex anymore. He told her that she didn't do it for him anymore. And she told him that he didn't appreciate her. I think--"

When Robby didn't finish, Abby asked, "What? What do you think?"

Robby looked to the ceiling without answering. When his girl friend pressured him, he answered, "She's old!"

"What?!?" Abby hollered in angry dismay.

He looked to her. He shrugged, explaining, "C'mon. Mom's getting old. She doesn't do it for dad anymore. It's not her fault. It happens." He glanced at Abby's shapely, young body and smiled. "It'll happen to you, too, someday, so maybe we should get back to fucking before gravity starts to take its toll--"

That was all the farther Robby got before the shoe Abby had snatched up smacked him in the head. He only laughed and begged her to let this go and come back to his bed.

Instead, she headed for the door, saying, "I'm going to fix this."

"Fix what?" he hollered.

"Your parents!" she answered, turning to look at her lover. "I'm going to keep them together."

"How?"

Abby contemplated the question, then smiled with confidence. "I'm going to make your mother attractive again. Hell, by the time I'm done with her, you'll want to fuck her."

He laughed, again asking her to come back to bed.

"I have work to do," she told him, strutting out.

 

[MissyDemeanors]

Madison Ditmar: http://www.blackfilm.com/read/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/Divergent-30-Ashley-Judd.jpg

42 years old
5'9", 147 lbs.
34b
Dark Brown eyes.
Died brown/black hair.


Madison pushed away the toaster on the Kitchen counter. The surface was reflective and she couldn't stand to look at herself. She added a bit more wine to her glass before hiding the bottle in the cupboard. "Hiding Alcohol Maddy, could you be more pathetic?" The question was to no one but herself as she downed her glass quickly.

She leaned over the sink willing herself to not cry. She was in shambles. Her hair was up in her usual bun and her clothes were the ones from yesterday. She couldn't even bring herself to leave the house any more. That gave her the excuse to not wear makeup either.

"Robby will be home soon." She chastised herself trying to get it together. She set the glass in the sink and looked over at her phone. It wasn't going off any more. When this all started she use to talk to her friends for hours. The wealthy wives club going to tennis courts and having mimosas with out a care in the world.

Just last year her friend Amber had been in this situation and Madison had abandoned her just as her friends did to her now. Everyone knew Amber was on the way out and some new hot blonde bimbo was on her way in. That bimbo was named Tiffany and she had quickly taken over Amber's seat at their gossip table.

She wondered what woman would take over her seat. Would she be blonde? Would she be a yoga instructor? She had been crying so much lately she seemed too empty to cry further. That was a blessing knowing Robby would be home soon and she didn't want him to see her any worse then she already was.

Jack, her husband, was on a business trip. She remembered when they were kids and they couldn't go one night with out calling each other to talk dirty or to dote on each other. Jack hadn't spoken to her in almost 3 days. No one spoke to her any more. The maid didn't even speak English.


Her pity party was interrupted by the clopping of heels by the front door. Someone did talk to her. Abby did. She loved having Abby around. She was respectful and polite. She didn't bat her eye lashes at her husband like their last maid did or get insanely vocal when sneaking up with Robby like his last girlfriend did.

She was surprised she hadn't heard her sons car. She only heard Abby's shoes because the windows were open. The door slammed open and Madison managed a brief smile, Abby was like a hurricane. It was a nice reprieve from the monotony and misery she found herself in.

Abby came in Beaming "Get your keys, We're going for a drive!"

Madison looked at the buxom teen in her cute outfit. She eyed her flawless figure then looked down at her own out fit. A large, loose, black tshirt and mom jeans. She looked up and shook her head. "I'm not going anywhere." She looked to the door confused "Where's Robby?"

 

[LoriDean12345]

Abby was wearing three inch heels that made her already sleek, athletic legs look even more delicious. A pair of form fitting shorts hugged her firm, shapely ass snuggly. And a tight fitting blouse with nothing underneath showed off her perma-hard nipples. Standing at the end of the walk at school, it had taken her less than a minute to find a boy to give her a ride, even after she told him, "I need a ride to my boyfriend's house."

She strode into the Ditmar home without even knocking. She knew the code for the keypad that had eliminated the need for a key under the flower pot. She quickly found Robby's mother standing in the kitchen At the sight of her, Robby's mother set an empty glass in the sink. She was trying to be inconspicuous, Abby knew, but it was obvious that she was trying to hide it.

It was a familiar gesture Abby knew well. Her mother was a closet drunk and had bottles hid all about their trailer house and even in the shrubs and abandoned cars parked around the property. It hurt Abby's heart to know that Madison might be heading that direction. Might have been! Abby couldn't do anything about her mother now, but she wasn't about to let it happen to Robby's mother, too.

"Get your keys," she demanded, looking about for Madison's coat and shoes. "We're going for a drive!"

"I'm not going anywhere. Where's Robby?"

Abby ignored the question. She threw the coat around Madison's shoulders, stepped in behind the woman, and began pushing her toward the door where she remembered the shoes of all family members were to be shed upon entering the immaculate home.

"You have a four o'clock at Emily's," she began, referring to one of the local spas that were familiar to the well to do such as the Ditmar family. She continued as if a receptionist dictating a businesswoman's daily schedule to her. "Then, we'll jump over to the gym where a hunk of a trainer I know is waiting to set up an exercise program. After that, a friend of mine from school coordinates dieting programs. She's gonna--"

That was all the farther she got before Madison finally got a chance to react.

(Sending you a PM. Read it before posting.)

 

[MissyDemeanors]

At first Abby's usual hurricane self was cute. Madison refrained from tisking when she saw Abby had no bra on. The girl needed to cover those up. She hated the idea of anyone disrespecting her and those headlights asked for negative attention.

Madison was thrown off guard by the coat as she began being inched towards the door. She knew Emily's well she hadn't been there in ages though. Actually she couldn't remember the last time she had done anything for herself.

She shook that thought off with the mention of a hot trainer. She planted her feet firmly and held her hand up to stop Abby. "Sweety, what has gotten in to you? That's all very nice but I'm just tired today. What's got you on this Madison makeover kick??

She paused. With Abby's heels and her not wearing any shoes they were almost eye level. They were close to each other and a pang of envy struck her nerves. Not a single wrinkle. She was youthful and happy. If she didn't like Abby so much she'd probably hate her.

She touched Abby's shoulder. "Is everything alright?" Abby kept a lot hidden but Madison knew a little of her back story. She never liked to pry but she had always tried to be there when Abby needed an ear to listen to her.

 

[LoriDean12345]

"Is everything alright?"

"I would ask you the same question," Abby said, again turning Robby's mother toward the door. "But I don't need to, because I know everything isn't alright."

Abby had managed to get Madison to the door before the woman again turned on her with more questions. Abby's mouth got busy first, though. "Listen! I'm tired of this woe is me, my husband doesn't want me anymore bullshit!"

Actually, Abby had known Madison had a problem for months. But had only been yesterday that she truly came to understand the true issues between Madison and her husband. Abby had chastised herself for not seeing it. For all the Ditmars could offer her, Abby could have spent a little more time here talking to the parents, rather than simply fucking and sucking their son.

But Abby couldn't let Madison know that she'd only discovered the issues yesterday. That didn't play into the whole I'm tired of this line. She moved in closer to the older woman, looking her deeply and meaningfully in her sad eyes.

"You are a beautiful woman," Abby declared. And this--!"

She held Madison back a bit and looked her up and down. She looked back to the woman's face and continued, "This is not you. It's not right that a woman has to spend hours every day making up their face and exercising their body and avoiding any thing that has any taste to it to keep herself beautiful for her man. But! Sometimes it just has to be done."

She turned Madison forcefully again, pulled open the door, and urged the woman out. "I don't care whether you gave up because Mister Ditmar doesn't find you attractive anymore, or whether Mister Ditmar doesn't find you attractive anymore because you gave up."

She slammed the door behind her, continuing to urge Robby's mother down the walk. "But there's a beautiful woman inside you screaming to get out, and I'm going to help you find her. Hell, if Mister Ditmar doesn't want you when I'm through with you, we'll find some other guy for you, and Mister Ditmar can just pound his own pud fantasizing about you."

 

[MissyDemeanors]

Hurricane Abby had touched ground. Madison didn't know what had hit her. She merely listened with her jaw held open. She felt like Abby was cutting her with each comment.

'Listen! I'm tired of this woe is me, my husband doesn't want me anymore bullshit!'

That made Madison defensive. She had been depressed and moping but not once had she complained to Abby or any one else about her crashing marriage.


'You are a beautiful woman'

Madison stared deeply back into Abby's hazel eyes and she felt tears sting at her. She couldn't remember the last time someone called her beautiful.

She wasn't use to being so man handled and she was too flustered to stop Abby. She had her keys in hand and was breaking apart inside. She could always stay composed but having her shame so exposed was debilitating.

'you gave up.'

She was right. Madison had given up. She just couldn't remember if it was because of Jack or he was leaving her because she'd given up. Her tears started down her face. She felt ready to confide in Abby when she said.

'Mister Ditmar can just pound his own pud fantasizing about you.'

Her tears gave way to a sort of snicker. Then it became a laugh. She took her keys and held them tight. Her friends were gone, her husband was banging some bendy bimbo and her sons girlfriend was calling her out on her shit.

She sniffed and shoved the keys into Abbys hand. "You drive."

Wiping her face she stood tall. She was a fucking Ditmar. She was old money and she'd be damned if her husband left because she gave up. She nodded her head at Abby and got in the car. This was insane but Abby was the first person to offer any help and she knew she couldn't do this on her own.

She felt sick and excited at the same time. She was a 42 year old woman who had just handed her keys over to a highschool girl. She suddenly felt like she was going to go on a very wild ride.

 

[LoriDean12345]

"You drive."

Abby smiled wide and proud. She'd been afraid Madison would fight her on this. It was the reason she was being so forceful. She hadn't wanted the older woman to think she had a choice. So when Madison caved and tossed her the keys, Abby's heart leaped with joy.

Of course, when she turned and looked at Madison's car, Abby's heart jumped with a joy she'd never imagined. She said with determination, "I'll drive. Hell yeah, I'll drive!"

She may have been white trailer trash, but one thing the people living on the wrong side of the tracks had were fun toys. Abby had grown up racing the motorcycles, quads, and dune buggies popular with her Redneck brethren. So once she had the slightly tipsy Madison buckled in, Abby told her with a playful tone, "Buckle up, baby. It's gonna be a bumpy ride."

They shot through and out of the suburbs out onto the highway and then the freeway. Abby laughed and screamed in joy and total disbelief as she pushed the nearly 300 horsepower engine to its limits.

 

[MissyDemeanors]

"Holy mother of.."


Was All Madison managed as her body jerked back. She had never driven so fast with the top down. Her short brown hair was assaulting her face. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the door frame and seat.

The highway had never seemed so dangerous. "You do have your license right?!" Madison yelled over the now blasting radio and wind whipping around them. She coughed as her hair got in her mouth.

She looked at her driver and let some of her fear ebb away. Abby was glowing. Her hair was being thrashed about just as badly but some how she made it seem sexy and beautiful. She imaged they'd get out Abby would toss her head and her hair would look perfect again.

Thank god they were on their way to Emilys because her hair was going to look like she'd stuck her finger in a light socket. She rested back not even sure Abby had heard her question it was so damn loud. She closed her eyes and forced the rest of her to stop acting like they were careening towards their death.

She hadn't ridden with the car top down in years. She remembered buying this car imagining how nice it would be to cruise around and let others see her driving. What happened to that woman? Granted, unless she wore a scarf, her hair looked like crap after a ride with the top down. She still could have dolled up and driven slowly around town to get the attention she use to.

Did she not care about that attention any more? Was she happy with what she had or had she just been settling?

She pulled her mirror down and looked at herself wincing. She wished she'd put on makeup now. She looked even older then she felt. She needed to touch up her roots too. She put the visor up and looked out the side window as two guys cat called them from a jeep.

She blushed. They were young and clearly needed some glasses. She turned her head to Abby. Maybe they just saw her. She was like a pure ball of energy. Her eyes glued forward a wicked smile across her face.

They were at Emily's at nearly half the time it would have taken her if they drove. She knew the second she walked in there her hair dresser was going to have a melt down and insist on a full beauty package.


Before they got out Madison grabbed Abby's hand and squeezed it,"Lets make this a girls day. We'll do a full make over for the both of us. Nails, Hair and massage." She let it go and gave Abby a soft smile. "My treat."


She leaned in to whisper when the valet came to collect the keys from Abby. "Actually it will be Jacks treat.... and last time I was here there was a disgustingly gorgeous man giving back massages." She covered her mouth and got out after giggling like a little girl.

 

[LoriDean12345]

"Actually it will be Jacks treat," Madison told Abby with a giggle. "and last time I was here there was a disgustingly gorgeous man giving back massages."

"That's my girl," Abby said with pride. She could see that this was already beginning to have the desired effect.



And a Girls Day it turned out to be. Emily herself was acting as Hostess this day, and with Abby's encouragement and Madison's declaration that she wanted her husband's credit card maxed, the two of them partook of every treatment and comfort available to them. Much of the time, the two of them were in the same room, and Abby engaged the older woman in conversation often in an attempt to learn even more about her, her marriage, and the problems the latter was suffering.

It was, pretty much, as Robby had said in bed the day before. Two decades of familiarity and routine had simply taken the magic out of the relationship. Abby saw nothing about the current coldness that couldn't be fixed. She still hadn't figure out which came first, Jack's lack of interest in his aging wife or Madison's lack of interest in keeping her husband's interest. But honestly, it didn't really matter.

All Abby had to do to keep the once-happy couple happy was to just once get Robby's dad to look at his wife, see a still sexy, desirable woman, and take her to bed for a night of long lost, amazing sex. All Jack needed was a reminder!



"Can I talk to you for a moment?"

The masseur who was getting ready to go in and give Madison a final stage toe to scalp massage set his lotions aside and answered Abby politely, "Of course, Miss."

The teen pulled the man into an alcove out of earshot of the front desk. She took his hand and pressed a hundred dollar bill into it. It wasn't her money, of course. She'd taken it from Robby's book shelf cash stash that he didn't know his girl friend was aware of.

"This is yours whether you appreciate what I am about to say or not," Abby began in a quiet voice. "My friend in there hasn't been, how do I phrase it, satisfied by the touch of a man in too long. I'm not asking you to do anything your are uncomfortable with, or anything you could get in trouble for. But, if you were to let your magical fingers wander to interesting places not usually part of the normal massage, I can guarantee you that you'd see an ever larger tip than this afterward."

Abby raised a finger to her lips to indicate that she wasn't looking for a reply. She left the man and went into the massage room, where Madison was already face down on the padded table, her face pressed down into the hole in the head pad.

"Maddy, I am going to go back to that sauna again," she told the older woman. "It was simply divine. The masseur you were getting all wet over earlier is on his way in."

She leaned close to the woman's ear and whispered, "Remember that saying, What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas...?"

She kissed Madison softly on the cheek, as two friends might upon seeing one another after a long absence. She finished before leaving, "Think of this place as Vegas."



PM

 

[MissyDemeanors]

Laying beneath the thick sheet face down she was only alone a few mintues but it felt like an eternity. Abby's presence didn't allow her to be miserable it wouldn't even allow her to be quiet. She'd talked more today than she had in months. Addy came in just after Madison had started thinking about her.

'The masseur you were getting all*wet*over earlier is on his way in.'

Madison blushed at the comment. The redneck from Abby came out in the weirdest ways. Woman just didn't speak that way. Sex was a taboo topic and never in a million years would a friend reference to getting wet over a man.

She did pause as she heard the masseur come in. She could still feel that soft kiss. Abby had changed so much in just a few months that they had known each other. The first time they'd hugged he'll Abby had been stiff and fumbled to interact with Madison.

Abby was over almost every day since she'd starred sleeping with Robby. They had, had quiet a few chats. It warmed Madison to feel like Abby really was starting to trust her.

Her thoughts were interrupted as the Masseur spoke "it's been quiet some time since I saw you. It would break my heart to hear you're going else where."

Madison gave a quiet laugh as the Masseur lifted the sheet from her feet and began to start at the soles of her feet. "Don't be silly Magnus, I've just been busy. That dear girl convinced me i was overdue for some pamper time."

She blushed at the thought that Magnus remembered her. His soft massive hands inched up her calves. "It's a reprieve to have a beautiful woman such as yourself on my table."

Madison went scarlet. Beautiful? Abby was beautiful, Magnus was beautiful, Madison didn't think she was. She had gotten tense with his compliment and reminded herself to relax having a full hour and a half with this man.

He was like a Greek god. Sun-kissed, styled hair and a body a woman could lick from head to toe. She imagined he was fishing for tips but she didn't recall him talking at all last time.

He moved the sheet around bringing one of her legs further out her stomach fluttered a little. Her pussy lips parting some as he opened her leg. Was she wet? She was aroused by such a handsome man but she didn't want him. He was just nice to look at.

His hands kneaded and inched up her thigh. She'd be embarssed to have him work over her flabby thighs but she had seen woman three times her size being taken care of by him.

"No panties?"

The question threw her off. Raising her head she stared over her shoulder at him. He was fixated on working her thigh. She mumbled "no" and put her head back down. She had been wearing her biggest most comfortable panties when Abby had brought her. She didn't want anyone seeing her wear those.

Woman got naked all the time. Why did he point it out? Did he really remember last time she had worn panties? She let herself relax imagining maybe he said it more to ask if maybe she had a thong on he could push the sheet higher.


He covered her leg and began on the other. In a matter of seconds Madison felt herself relax again. Lulled by the music and aromatherapy. He inched up as he had before and she enjoyed it.

This time time though one hand slid to her inner thigh. His finger brushed her pussy lips. His thumbs ran soft circles under the bottom of her ass. Her body was rigid not ever remembering him going so high.

He moved the sheet and exposed one side of her ass. She stopped breathing as his hands gripped her ass and began to work the muscle "You're really tense here Madison I could focus more if that's a problem spot."

Her jaw was open. Maybe no panties was a sign you wanted your glutes worked on. She bit her lip and prayed that it would be over quick. That he'd move up to her lower back and the attention would be shifted.

His hands left her and she relaxed. The reprieve was brief though because he had simply stopped to get more oil. This time both hand slid up her thigh with ease. Kneading her ass she started counting to 100 thinking this was the most scandalous massage she'd ever had.

It wasn't until one of his thumbs slid into her ass cracked that Madison shot up and grabbed his hand. "Was I too forceful Madison?" He asked her and she was blown away by the devious look dancing in his eyes.

His eyes looked down. Her upper body turned backwards towards him one of her breast was flashing him. She was so embarssed but she didn't dare release his hand to cover herself. She gulped and whispered. "I believe my shoulders and neck are much worse and need attention if you don't kind."

"Of coarse." He gave her a smirk and covered her. She buried her face in the table and was tense for the rest of the massage. It took her a mintue to figure out why she was so shocked. His hands kneaded and worked at the muscles at her shoulder.

She had enjoyed it. She had wanted him to do more. The shame was terrible. She had been so undesired for so long the poor man was doing his job and she was growing aroused. She insisted her back needed more work when he asked her to flip over. She couldn't look him in the face.

The massage was stressful and seemed to take forever. They never said another word. He had finished and said the usual thing about her getting up when she felt ready and to drink lots of water.

She got up the second he shut the door. She thought about what Abby said and she touched herself. She was stunned pulling her fingers away to see they were drenched. She'd gotten laser hair removal on her whole body. Not a single body hair she wondered if he had seen how wet she was.

She threw on her robe as quickly as possible humiliated by her bodies betrayal. She grabbed her purse and threw down two hundred dollars and rushed out. She wanted to tell abby everything. She was so embarssed and she knew Abby would never judge her.

She saw the beautify girl roses checked from the sauna and she grabbed her pulling her aside and told her everything. "You were right." She said after finishing "I'm so pathetic I'm imagining the masseur wants me." She put her hand over her heart as if it might beat out of her chest "you HAVE to help me. I could never cheat on my husband like he's cheating on me. I'll do whatever it takes just tell me."


She felt foolish going to a girl so young but she had no one else and she felt certain Abby could help her. She hugged Abby with out hesitation and held her for just one second longer than usual feeling excited for their adventure and happy to have a friend when she felt like she was going mad.

 

[LoriDean12345]

Abby was waiting anxiously for the result of her solicitation of the masseur. She spent much of the time on her smart phone, planning and organizing the older woman's progression. She smiled often, considering what she was doing. She was teaching a woman twice her age to be the sexual creature she herself already was. Girls Abby's age weren't supposed to have the adult experiences necessary to turn women Madison's age into what Abby was planning.

The masseur exited the room and made eye contact with the teen. He grimaced, then shook his head lightly. Abby only shrugged. It wasn't as if she'd expected Madison and Magnus to fuck. But from the man's expression and body language, it was obvious that Robby's mother hadn't let the beautiful man do any thing other than that which a masseur was supposed to do with a client.

"I'm so pathetic I'm imagining the masseur wants me." Madison said when she emerged quickly to urge Abby out of the spa toward a safe place to talk.

"You HAVE to help me. I could never cheat on my husband like he's cheating on me. I'll do whatever it takes just tell me."

As Madison hugged her with obvious desperation, Abby promised, "I will! Maddy, trust me. By the time I'm done with you, Jack will never want you to leave bed."

She couldn't believe she said that, and when she and Madison looked at one another, they laughed. Abby grabbed the older female by the arm and headed her for the parking lot, where the Valet was already pulling the Mercedes up to the curb. "C'mon, let's get lunch and talk."



They spent lunch talking about the most intimate of things. Anyone listening in would have thought they'd been BFFs for decades, not hours. Abby asked about everything from the last time Madison and Jack had had sex to how good the encounter had been to how their sex life had changed over the years and decades. She asked what specific sexual acts they engaged in, as well as which were her and/or Jack's favorites. She asked Madison if she masturbated, how she masturbated, even with what she masturbated.

Each and every time the older woman began to show any sort of reluctance to answer her questions, Abby turned on her charm and compassion. She used various versions of It's just you and me, Maddy, you can tell me or This is all about you, and I can't help if you don't tell me. She was actually amazed with both herself for getting the very intimate, very personal information from Madison; and with Madison for being so willing to share that information with a girl half her age who was fucking her son.

After the check came, Abby leaned in close. "Maddy. This is the most important question I could even consider asking you. I want you to take a moment to think about your answer before telling me. Do not give me the answer you think I want to here. Do not give me the answer you think your marriage deserves or demands. Give me the answer you truly think is the right one. Ready?"

She waited for Madison's response, then asked very seriously, "When you are ready to be the woman you truly can be, the woman you truly want to be, do you want to be that woman with Jack? Or, do you want to be that woman with someone else?"

Abby listened to the answer. She studied Madison. Was the woman telling her only what she wanted to hear? Or was she giving the true answer? Abby smiled, telling her, "Good. Honesty is the best policy. Let's get out of here."



Again Madison let Abby drive the hot little luxury sports car. Abby had decided they needed to head up the coast to a restaurant that sat atop a cliff, looking out over the ocean. The sun was dropping, and Abby wanted to use the sunset as a metaphor for the end of Madison's life of despair. Unfortunately, that wasn't to be.

They were just a mile from the restaurant, hurtling down the coast highway, when the world behind them lit up in blue and red flashes. Abby looked into the rear view mirror to see the motorcycle cop close behind them. She looked to Madison. But rather than an expression of panic filling her face, Abby was wearing a wide, devilish smile.

"So, Madison," she began peeking up into the mirror at the approaching cop. "You're about to get your first test. This is what's called flirting."

The cop arrived at the passenger side to get himself off the highway's edge. He began with the standard traffic stop steps: license, registration, insurance, and the standard inquiry of Do you know why I'm stopping you tonight?

Abby smiled continually at the man, often looking down at his torso as if attracted to his form. He was, in no way, unattractive. But he was a bit old for Abby and not the Adonis types she fucked, like Madison's son. When it was obvious that her flirtations weren't going to get her out of the punishment for excessive speed, Abby asked boldly, "Officer, if one of us was to offer to blow you, here and now, to get me out of a ticket, which of us would you choose?"

 

[MissyDemeanors]

She had never been asked so many personal questions in one sitting before. She had barely been able to tell her doctor when her last period was with out squirming. She had felt bashful with how loud Abby got when discussing masturbating. She had said she did it in the bath with her fingers and Abby was disappointed she didn't have toys.

When she was asked who she wanted to be with she said Jack. Whole heartedly and almost in tears. She loved him even after his betrayal she only wanted him and was ready to go to any length to get him.

She was becoming use to Abby's daring driving. She felt young and giddy and hadn't noticed how much she was speeding. Emily had given Madison a scarf for her hair so it actually looked nice as the cop idled up to her window.

She turned the music down hoping that Abby had her license she never had answered. Madison gave a soft smile to the officer. He was very attractive a slightly younger version of her husband. He even had a little dimple in his chin like Jack did.

She was ready for Abby's flirting. She was a little surprised that the cop didn't even bat an eye when Abby flaunted her stuff. Maybe he was gay.

'Officer, if one of us was to offer to blow you, here and now, to get me out of a ticket, which of us would you choose?'

When Abby said it Madisons hand flew up in shock. "ABBY DAVIS!" Madison went scarlet and looked at the officer. "Sir I am so sorry Abby has a very....wicked sense of humor. Please forgive her."

She groaned and closed her eyes as Abby emphasized she wasn't joking. Madison opened her eyes. Looking at the half amused, half annoyed cop. "Sir I am terribly sorry."

She leaned in to read his tag "Officer McMillan we'll of coarse take a ticket and any other reprimand" Abby interjected with a suggested naughty reprimand but Madison ignored it and kept going "'ll be sure to make certain she drives the speed limit." She blushed as the good looking man stared at her over his glasses "and of coarse you don't have to answer that question."

She paused remembering how desperate she had felt earlier. How she had begged for Abby's help. "Unless of coarse. " She whispered "You'd like to tell us any way." She blushed and fell silent waiting to hear if the man would answer Abby's bold question.

If he did she knew he'd say Abby but it would definitely give her a new respect for flirting. If a few eye lash bats and a naughty question got a cop to break a rule like that she would be stunned.

 

[LoriDean12345]

The cop's attention shifted between the two women as they talked. Just as hard as Madison was trying to get them out of trouble, Abby persisted in making more.

The cop finally spoke up, saying only to Abby, "I'll be back with your ticket."

As he walked off, Abby erupted in laughter, reaching over to poke and prod Madison. "Oh my God! The look on your face! Priceless!"

They teased and laughed until the cop's return. Abby tried to act serious but the giggles kept trying to escape her tightly clamped lips.

The cop gave the standard explanation of court date, fine payment, etc., leaning over to offer Abby her ticket. When he stood tall again, he said to Madison with a serious tone, "As the vehicle's owner, ma'am, you are responsible for the actions of the driver. I'm only giving you a warning, this time, but--"

He ripped a second ticket off his pad and handed it out. Madison took it, the man stared down at her for a moment, and then it was over as the cop headed back to his motorcycle.

Abby's high was suddenly dropping as she realized what she had done to Madison. Then, she noticed something on the second ticket that wasn't on her own. She reached out quickly and snatched the piece of paper, reading it.

"Oh my God! OH MY GOD!!"

She turned the ticket around and snatched up her cell phone. She used it to illuminate the ticket, upon which was a phone number and a hand written note, I would have chosen you.

 

[MissyDemeanors]

*'I'm only giving you a warning, this time, but--'

Madison took the ticket with a blush. Authority figures always made her flusyered. This one in particular it seemed. She managed a "Thank you sir." With out looking at the ticket

She groaned and covered her face as Abby ripped the ticket from her hand. She couldn't believe she just got a ticket. Abby elbowed her and she looked over at what her phone was illuminating.

'I would have chosen you.'

The knot in her stomach came undone and she began giggling and laughing "Abby Davis you just made this woman's month." She was nearly in tears laughing.

She snatched it back and waved it jokingly "Guess this hot mamma just showed you up." She preened her hair then started laughing uncontrollably. It felt genuine and wonderful.

She didn't feel extremely sexy but it did remind her why it was nice to have attention. She ran her thumb over his words. The question Abby asked was ringing in her head. If she could have that cop, or anyone she wanted, would she still want her husband really?

For once in her life she wasn't sure. She told Abby too. "I've only ever actually been with my husband." She blushed admitting this to Abby. "I wouldn't have even known what to do if the cop took me up on the offer! "

She ran her thumb over the number and peered at Abby with a wicked smile "what's the next lesson." She glared for a second "and chill with the lead foot we don't need another ticket miss speedy." She snatched Abby's ticket as well having no intentions of letting Abby pay for it.

 

[LoriDean12345]

Abby was tickled with Madison's reaction to realizing that a man had wanted her. And not just wanted her. Wanted her over a second woman half her age.

"Guess this hot mamma just showed you up."

"Guess he thought experience came with age," Abby joked. She laughed loud, adding, "lots of experience, with lots of age."

Abby fired the engine loudly and shot them out onto the road with spinning tires as she laughed into the night. She looked into the rear view at the cop, still standing by his motorcycle, and waved as she screamed in laughter.

As they headed down the highway, this time at only ten over the speed limit, Abby peeked over to Madison several times. The older woman was studying her ticket as though it was a valentine day card from a secret admirer.

"I've only ever actually been with my husband."

"No fucking way!" Abby said, laughing. She'd known that Madison married Jack young, but Abby had never imagined that Jack had been Abby's only lover. "Seriously?"

"I wouldn't have even known what to do if the cop took me up on the offer!"
"What's the next lesson."
"And chill with the lead foot we don't need another ticket miss speedy."

Abby laughed loudly again. She said about getting stopped, "I don't know about that. The first ticket almost ended up with a man's cock in your mouth. As far as the next lesson, I'm still working on that."



They arrived at the cliff side restaurant too late for the sunset. Abby's only purpose for coming here was to have the sunset for her planned metaphor. After they were parked, she caught sight of one of the tourist-attracting boutiques. She grabbed Madison by the hand and hurried her away from the restaurant, saying, "Got it! Next lesson found!"

Abby dragged Madison across the darkening parking lot, right to the front door of a women's clothing store. The proprietor was just getting ready to lock up, apologizing through the glass. Abby snatched at Madison's purse, pulling out her wallet, then pulling out the woman's American Express card. She slapped it up to the glass, declaring, "She's rich, and her husband likes lingerie. A lot of lingerie."

The woman's eyes grew and her mouth spread in a friendly smile. She unlocked and opened the door, gesturing the women inside. "Always happy to make a man happy."

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[MissyDemeanors]

She shook her head at Abby so boldly flashing her amex. They have already spent over a thousand dollars with the spa, speeding tickets and food. She didn't care. Abby knew they were rich but she had no clue just how rich.

Getting into the lingerie store she grimaced. She had a nice silk nightie she threw on some times but other wise she hadn't bought lingerie in ages. Would jack like her in lingerie?

As she passed mannequins with simple strings all over them she was feeling very unsure. Her unease wasn't allowed to grow as Abby got to work. She was so enthusiastic it was rubbing off on Madison.

She kept pushing Madison about throwing things of all shapes and colors at her. She was kind enough to let her change on her own. There was no mirrors in her booth so she had to step out. She'd picked a black lace/mesh one.

It was a teddy. A tight bra pushed up her perky breast. Breast implants never sagged. Mesh and lace flowed down around to her thigh. She had a little bit of a stomach but not bad. She stepped out turning left and right the panties were boy briefs and she was proud to see her butt was still fairly firm.

She held up her arms "I think im doing ok." She said it with only minor confidence. For a 40 year old she actually wasn't half bad. Sure her arms and thighs jiggled, her stomach wasn't toned but she wasn't fat. She didn't have cellulite and not a single stretch mark. Robby had been a tiny baby.

Abby couldn't be pleased she threw her back into the dressing room. She tried on 10 more outfits. The owner only seemed ok because Abby had thrown some of them on the counter so far any "maybe" was bought.

"Maybe you should try on something. I wouldn't mind buying you something. " Madison was deflecting she didn't want to parade in the ever shrinking lingerie.

Abby gasped and grabbed one more outfit. "THIS IS PERFECT" She insisted.

"You ladies seem to be doing well I'm going to call my husband for a mintue I'll be right back." The owner said stepping out with cigarettes in hand.

Madison groaned looking at hopefully the last piece of the night. She looked at Abby. She'd given her a few compliments saying she didn't look half bad for someone so old. She knew she meant well but the "older woman" comments were getting to her as she grew more tired.

She looked at the thin girl and sighed heading back into the dressing booth. Hurricane Abby was not to be triffled with..

 

[LoriDean12345]

Abby called, "THIS IS PERFECT."

As the proprietor exited the store, Abby rushed Madison back into the booth and told her, "Strip to your skinny, girl. This is the last one, I promise."

But this time, Abby pulled a little trick on the older woman and had taken the outfit with her. Soon Madison was sticking a hand out through the curtain, asking "Where is this perfect outfit?"

Abby smiled to herself as she grasped the curtain and jerked it open. Madison, still wearing the last of the tiny thongs, flung her hands up over her breasts to hide them.

Abby laughed. She reached out to Madison's hands, laughing, "What the hell are you hiding from me for? Show me. Let me see, Maddy. I can't help you feel hot for Jack if you can't at least let me see. And lose that thong!"

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[MissyDemeanors]

Madison tried to bat away Abby's hands "quit that! The woman could be back at any point hand over the outifit!" She insisted covering with one arm and trying to nab the outfit with the other.


She groaned as Abby played some keep away with the outfit. She didn't want to delay further. The woman didn't look like a heavy smoker. She cursed under her breath and peeled the thong off quick.

She held her hands up blushing. "See." Was all she could say as Abby went about looking her over. She even did a quick turn about knowing Abby would probably ask. She was so anxious about the shop owner she didn't try and hide from Abby further she just kept her eye on the door.

 

[LoriDean12345]

"Wow," Abby murmured. Of, course, she'd seen more of Madison than the woman knew. Abby had peeked into the various spa room's as Madison undressed to get a look, for educational purposes, of course. But she feigned ignorance about the woman's body as she continued, "You look amazing. And I don't mean for an old lady."

Abby laughed, then moved up closer, staring at Madison's breasts as she said, "My god, the Doc did a good job. They look so real."

And they did! They had just enough sag in them to make the ignorant think they were original equipment. Without asking for permission, Abby reached both hands up toward Madison's breasts with the intent of cupping and testing their feel.

 

[MissyDemeanors]

"Thank you Abby."

She meant it. Even if she was feeding her a line about it not being for 'an old lady' it was nice to hear it. It was even nicer coming from someone she felt had a lot on her.

'Doc did a good job'

She smiled forgetting the door. "Yeah, they cost a fortune. I don't like the fake look. Jack actually suggested them after Robby was born but I'm glad I went through with it...."

She stopped mid sentence seeing Abby moving to touch her. "Go ahead." She shrugged thinking nothing of it. "They feel real. When you first get them done they dont." She grabbed Abby's hand and put it to her breast.

There was nothing sexual on her mind. She squeezed Abby's hand on her breast to help her feel it. She just figured Abby was curious. She locked her eyes on Abby. She was a beautiful girl. She use to be as beautiful, as curious, as wonderful. She had never been as outgoing as Abby though.

 

[LoriDean12345]

"Nice," Abby complimented, squeezing a breast in each hand. "I hope that when I need'em, they're this nice."

As Madison reacted, Abby continued groping the woman. She should have released the breasts of her boyfriend's mother by now, but instead, she ran her thumbs over one nipple, then the other. Her lips spread quickly, then she gave out a quick, happy chuckle.

"They still swell," she said, continuing to play with the now hardening little bumps. "I didn't know they would. That's great."

 

[MissyDemeanors]

Madison felt like she missed something. As if she was teaching Abby how to drive stick shift and she went from first straight to third. Abby seemed less like a curious young girl and more like a curious boy.

She let out a breath and it was a little labored. She blushed as her nipple reacted to the attention. She wasn't sure how to feel. Abby's eyes seem fixated. Madison had ok'd it and thought she'd feel stupid for stopping her now.

Her mind went back to the masseur. She had been getting wet and he had just Been doing his job. Now, sweet Abby, was just extra curious and Madisons nipples were hardening.

Madison bit her lip willing herself to stop. Abby pinched one of Madisons nipples gently but it still got a reaction. A deep moan and Madison grabbed one of Abby's wrist "I still feel everything Abby." She pulled the girls hands from her nervously laughing "it's been me and my hands alone for months girly it's best if we leave my ladies alone."

She hoped she worded that welll enough that it didn't come out the way it really was. She was getting horny and Abby was doing it to her. She was disgusted by it and she didn't want Abby thinking she did something wrong just because Madison couldn't keep herself in check.

 

[LoriDean12345]

Abby laughed, letting her hands fall to her sides as her gaze rose to Madison's eyes. "Sorry. Just curious."

She turned and snatched up the last outfit, telling the older woman, "This is what you're going to wear around your bedroom tonight when you get home. No thick pajamas. No heavy robe. I want your husband looking at you. Got it?"

She shoved the outfit out, back two steps, and slung the dressing room's curtain shut. "Hurry. I think the proprietor is getting antsy."

Abby walked back to the lingerie section, remembering what Madison had said about her buying something for herself. She picked through the rather minimal selection of the small boutique. Abby smiled when she found something she thought would work for her.

She took the booth next to Madison and began talking to her about their experience at the spa. Abby had had fun watching the other woman being pampered. And the result, in rejuvenated skin and a perked up attitude had been worth twice the money. Of course, Abby hadn't paid for it all, so.

When Abby emerged, she smiled broadly at Madison, saying, "That's perfect! Oh, Jack's gonna be so hot for you."

 

[MissyDemeanors]

'Sorry. Just curious.'

As Madison shimmied into the pink outfit she felt so angry at herself. She should have let Abby pull away on he own. It wasn't as if she meant anything by it. Madison knew if she didn't sleep with Jack tonight then she and her fingers were taking a long bath. Abby didn't need to be helping a woman delusional from lack of sex.

She stretched a little. She actually liked this one. It covered a lot more then the "no's'" and it was a lot less flashy then the others that were piled up to be bought. Stepping out to Abby's compliment was an added bonus.

She took a brief second to look at Abby "My God you're young." Abby was gorgeous in her outfit. Madison was also wondering if Abby had any tan lines at all. She liked the outfit but it made Abby seem so much older. She was going to tell Abby to try on something younger but she heard a faint, faked, cough and remembered the shop woman wanted to leave.

She gave Abby an "oops" look and the two woman laughed. They changed quickly. The shop keeper seemed annoyed but once the Amex took for her highly over priced lingerie she was happy to wave them off.

There was no light out when they left. Madison hadn't realized how late it was getting. They drove home with the top up and Abby kept fairly close to the spee limit. They didn't have to scream their discussion to each other. Hurricane Abby could be contained.

Occasionally Madison would look over and feel a tug she couldn't understand. Abby pulled into the driveway seeming absolutely giddy. She was certain the outfit was going to be a big hit.

Although Madison was excited to see if she was right her mind was also elsewhere. She touched Abby's chin softly. "Don't grow up too quickly." She had spent the day taking advice and listening to naughty stories she couldn't help but be faced with how quickly Abby had to grow up to be able to seduce men the way she did. A small part of her hated Abby's mother for not giving Abby the chance to be carefree.

"You're beautiful a beautiful woman Abby. Inside and out." She hugged Abby before she got too motherly about her taking care of her. She gave Abby a quick squeeze. "You know how to blow a woman over girly. "

She motioned to the bags letting the sweet conversation fall off "Let's hope I get in the outfit before he sees the price tag." She wiggled her eye brows laughing. "We have to do the spa day much more often. We deserve girl time."

She got out and took all the bags with her. Lingerie took up very little space it seemed. She took a deep breath as she headed towards the house game plan in her head. She'd change in the downstairs bathroom and slink up. Maybe wake him up with her mouth. She hadn't done that in a long time. She suppressed a giggle. Her day with Abby had been perfect

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[LoriDean12345]

"My God you're young."

Abby smiled broadly at the compliment. She turned to look at herself in the mirror, striking a pose. She turned her backside to Madison, showing the lacy waist band led to an even tinier triangular patch at the back before becoming little more than a string laying between her athletic butt cheeks.

"You think it works then?" she asked. What she meant, of course, was Will your son like it? But Abby didn't say it. Even though Madison and Jack were well aware of the fact that Abby was fucking their son, she had obviously never talked about it with either of them. Hell, today was the first time she'd ever talked about any thing sexual or erotic with Madison.

When they got back to the house and were unloading the bags, Madison gave Abby some motherly advice.

"Don't grow up too quickly."

Abby could only laugh. "Too late for that, I'm afraid."

She'd lost her virginity at far too young an age. She'd explored all of her holes with men who sometimes had been none to gentle. She'd dated men twice and even three times her age. She'd even taken money on two occasions to part her thighs or open her mouth for a cock that needed release.

Robby was the first boy with whom she'd had a true relationship. Of course, her true interest in him was a relationship with what he and his parents could offer her. That was why she was so anxious to help Madison keep Jack interested in her.

After Madison complimented her and promised that they'd go spa hopping again, Abby texted Robby and told him to meet her at the back drive, where she knew his car would be parked. She and Madison hugged again, then went their separate ways. As she watched the older woman stride into the house with a surprising gait in her step, Abby thought I did good today!

She arrived at the back just as Robby arrived.

"Where have you been?" he asked, obviously perturbed. "I've been texting you all day."

"I was with your mother," Abby said calmly. She lifted the bag and clarified, "Shopping."

"All day?"

Abby gave Robby a sharp look. She snapped back at him, "Yeah! All day! What the hell's with you? I told you, I'm gonna fix your folks."

"Fix my folks!" Robby was up close to Abby now, looking down into her face from his eight inch higher advantage point. "What the fuck does that mean?"

They argued back and forth for a minute or two. Abby tried to keep the argument low, fearful that his father would hear from upstairs. But Robby didn't share the same concerns and let his voice rise to a point where it could easily be heard from all over the neighborhood.

Abby finally spun on a heel and headed back down the driveway.

"Where are you going?" Robby asked. He started after her. "Where are you going?"

She was to the street before Robby caught up with her. "I'm sorry. Abby! I'm sorry!"

She spun again on her heels, telling him with a venomous growl, "Fuck you, Robby."

He was obviously stunned. He just stood there short of the sidewalk as Abby turned and began to walk toward her own home. She only got a few steps, though, before the night was lit up by the headlights of an approaching car. Suddenly, Abby hurried out into the middle of the road, throwing a hand up in a stop gesture.

When the car stopped, the male driver stuck his head out the already opened drivers side window and hollered, "What the hell?"

Abby gave Robby a look. She smirked, then reached into her bag and pulled out the nighty that Madison had also purchased for her. She dangled the sheer pink lingerie before the headlights and asked the driver, "Do you want to see me in this?"

The man's eyes widened. He suddenly leaned across the center console and unlatched the passenger side door. "Hop it, sweet heart."

Abby watched Robby as she circled around and got into the car. As the man ogled her then shot the car forward, Abby lifted the hand still holding the nightie for him to see. Her middle finger was sticking up through the crotch-less panties.



Abby gave the Good Samaritan directions to a motel on the other side of town. When they arrived, she got out, flashed her tits at him, then told him to hit the road. She hurried away, laughing, in between the hotel's separate buildings and out into the alley behind. Two blocks later, she was literally crossing to the wrong side of the tracks and walking down a finally two blocks to the trailer house she and her mother lived in.

It was only after she got there that she looked at her text messages. Robby had indeed been texting her all day. And he'd texted her three times since she left him standing in the driveway. He'd apologized, then begged her not to fuck some stranger out of anger.

But what was most interested to Abby was the earlier texts from her boyfriend. In them, various comment and clues left Abby saddened. Jack wasn't at the house but was instead at a spontaneously called emergency meeting at work. Right, with his naked secretary, Abby thought. Fucking prick! Oh, Maddy.

She went to bed, disappointed that after all of the adventures they'd shared this day and all of the training and preparation Abby had put Madison through, her husband wasn't even going to be there tonight.

Then she smiled, thinking, Oh, hell. We'll just work on it some more tomorrow.

She went to bed that night, recalling the events of the day. Then, she got a warm feeling, remembering how she'd held Madison's breasts in her hands. Abby took her own tits into her gently groping hands. Then, massaging them and toying with her clit, she masturbated herself to a satisfying orgasm while imagining not the Good Samaritan, not Robby, but Madison down between her thighs.