Finally the day arrived and she rushed home after work to get changed. She wanted to look sexy but not too sexy. She didn’t really have a set plan, she figured she could try to formulate one on the way to the school. But she wanted to look sexy, she wanted Michelle to at least subconsciously think of her as a sexual being. She decided to go with a pair of skin tight jeans and a tight white t-shirt with her pink bra visible through the fabric. She couldn’t remember the last time she had dressed so childishly and felt silly. Nonetheless, just in case, she put one of her camera-teddy bears in her car. She also brought all of her personal savings.
The entire ride out to her niece’s school she tried to think of a way to tactfully broach the subject of paying her niece for sex. This was in a lot of ways more difficult that it had been with her son. He was a horny teenage boy and this was a girl who may not be interested in girls at all and might be very offended that her aunt was offering her money for sex. She should be offended. It was a long drive all the way to the school, she felt all 2 and a half hours hanging around her neck. Each inch closer to her niece felt like it made her heart beat faster and her palms sweat more.
Eventually, she made it to the school. She had never been here before but was impressed. It was a small school, but the quaint brick buildings with stone columns and creeping vines were beautiful. She looked around and saw dozens of girls milling around. Some of them were wearing dance stuff and others looked like they were preparing for plays. It was all very calm and nice. She felt her heart rate drop a bit. Then she heard a rap on the passenger’s side window. Startled, she turned and looked and saw Michelle standing next to the car with a plaid skirt, a button up white shirt, a little black tie, and a bright beaming smile. She was even sexier than she had been the last time Kitty had seen her. While she was still incredibly nervous, she was not sure that she wanted her niece. Badly.
“Hi Aunt Kitty!” the girl said as she got into the car and wrapped her arms around her aunt. Kitty hugged her back, feeling the girl’s breasts against her own and smelling the delightful scent of the girls shampoo and perfume. She wanted to seal the deal now.
Chapter 8: A Different Mother
Rachael got out of Tess’ house early the next morning after eating breakfast down in the basement. The other two girls appeared a bit sheepish, like they had been overcome the night before but they all still felt close. Rachael felt fairly certain that they all had an equal interest in keeping this thing quiet at least for now. She was afraid if she tried to get them to promise, she would make them nervous. The last thing that she needed was to have Tess running to confide in her older sister.
She snuck out the back again and made it home and quickly got a shower. Images from the night before were dancing through her mind. She felt a bit guilty. She felt sorry foremost for Kitty, because she had enjoyed cheating on her so much. She felt bad for Cindy because she felt like she had betrayed her friend and then she felt even worse because she felt like she was very close to Tess and even Lyda now and was afraid that she had unfairly manipulated and used them. But it was part of her personality to push those things quickly out of her mind. She pretended like those things didn’t bother her. She decided, even before she got home that she was going to throw herself into seducing her mother. She didn’t care about taboos or anything else. This was a way to get rid of her guilt, even if it meant piling more on top of it in the long run.
“Hey sweetie, where have you been?” Emma asked as Rachael returned to the house. Typical that she wouldn’t realize that she wasn’t home last night.
“Nowhere mom,” she said dejectedly. It was only then that she noticed her mother had straightened her hair and was wearing an evening gown along with a sash from back in her pageant days.
“What do you think?” Emma asked, turning towards her daughter.
“What are you doing?!” Rachael asked, it was so embarrassing the way that she couldn’t keep from living down her past glories. Why couldn’t she just grow up and accept that she wasn’t a beauty queen anymore and that her daughter had no interest in it?
“I told you, I am entering the “Mrs. Derby City” contest in a couple of weeks. I wanted to try on a gown and see if I still look good!” This was too pathetic.
“Mom you’re too…” Rachael began, but she looked at her mother. The dress fit her perfectly. Her perfect hour glass shape showed with her large, still perky breasts and her long legs and big, round ass. Furthermore, her face was still beaming with youth and didn’t look nearly her age. Rachael would have believed that a woman who looked like that was barely 30. She realized something that boys had been telling her for years. Her mother was hot! Maybe this was an opportunity.
“Too what?” her mother asked, looking ready for rejection.
“Too formal,” Rachael said, killing time.
“Well it is a formal dinner dress competition silly. If you had ever gone to the pageants I signed you up for you would understand that!” Emma said, acting disappointed, but clearly thrilled by what she thought was her daughter trying to help her out.
“What are the competitions?”
“This one has an evening dress competition, a casual wear competition, and a talent competition,” Emma explained to her daughter. She unzipped the back of her dress then turned to walk into the bathroom. Rachael followed after her. She quickly slipped the back of the dress down exposing her mother’s bare back. Emma let out a scream and covered her breasts with her hands, quickly turning, wide-eyed at her daughter.
“Sorry!” Rachael said.
“What are you doing?” Emma asked. Rachael hadn’t intended to jump the gun or anything, she was just trying to help.
“I want to help you do this mom,” she said hesitantly, “I was just too embarrassed to ask. I just wanted to start helping…” Rachael suddenly saw tears well up in Emma’s eyes. She felt embarrassed and guilty. She didn’t know how much this meant to her mother. Suddenly, her mom moved her hands off her breasts, revealing beautiful, big pink nipples and wrapped her arms around her daughter. Rachael was surprised, but also a bit aroused by her mother’s breasts against her body.
“Oh I am sorry honey,” she said pulling back and quickly putting a bra on, “I am just so happy you want to do this with me,” she explained. Rachael was in now. She wondered if she was making a big mistake.
The rest of that day was spent walking down memory lane, which was a bit boring. Emma got changed into casual clothes and brought down all of her trophies, sashes, and photo albums. It was draining, hearing all of the old stories and everything. But Rachael found that the more she listened, the more she started to actually learn about her mother. She wasn’t always an eccentric ex-beauty queen. She had once been a beautiful, popular, active beauty queen with friends and boyfriends and everything else. Her mother told her stories that were funny and showed her pictures that looked remarkably like Rachael herself. Furthermore, she began to make Rachael feel guilty. She always blamed her mother for trying to make her a little “Emma Jr.” but she had never made any effort either.