Don't Make My Mistakes
Shady Lady Julie
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Stacey crept down the stairs and quietly went into the kitchen without turning on any lights as there was enough glow coming in from the outside to allow her to see where she was going. “Seems funny creeping about my house,” Stacey thought to herself as she opened the door to the tall upright fridge and was suddenly illuminated in the glow, revealing he naked body. Stacey hadn’t bothered putting on a nightdress or grabbing a gown as the house was still warm though at 2 am it was starting to cool a little causing her nipples to harden. Reaching for the iced water Stacey’s hand brushed across the cucumber she had bought earlier, and wicked thoughts crossed her mind as she caressed it with her hand. Admonishing herself as she had perfectly good dildos upstairs Stacey put the cucumber back and poured herself a glass of ice-cold water before closing the fridge putting the kitchen back into semi-darkness.
Stacey often wandered round the house naked since her only daughter, Becky, had started university a year last September. Stacey sighed as she looked at a picture of Becky on the fridge at age 10 with her freckled face and blonde hair falling in short soft curls framing her pretty face. “You haven’t changed much despite being all grown up now,” Stacey thought to herself as she recalled how in a whirl Becky had turned 18 then after a ‘total blast in the sun’ as Becky had called it, had packed herself off to university leaving Stacey in the house on her own. “At least she was back for the Christmas holidays,” though Becky had little doubt she would be off out drinking and partying for most of the time, and not with her Mum who would be far too old for her.
As Stacey walked slowly along the hallway leading to the stairs, she caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror in the hall and from the outside streetlamp appraised herself. “Guess I don’t look that bad,” she said quietly, before adding, “in this light,” and then sucking her tummy looked again with a critical eye. “OK” she thought as she patted her rump, “perhaps there was a few extra pounds on there but hell not bad for 45.” Stacey turned her head from side to side in the reflection looking at what she saw. Like her daughter Stacey had her hair short but hers was a mousier brown than blonde and straight rather than the natural curls that Becky had retained from her childhood. Then Stacey weighed each of her full beasts in each hand and noticed the slight sag that was there mainly due to gravity pulling her 38D breasts downwards every day. Rolling a thumb across each large pink nipple she felt them harden even more and as her breathing quickened, she slowly started to pinch, feeling a tingling in her groin. Chuckling in her throat she knew that one of the things her daughter would complain about was her own lack of breasts and would often joke that she had inherited her father’s breasts rather than her mothers.
Thinking of Robert, Becky’s father, Stacey wondered what he was doing this Christmas and if he would be as lonely as she was when Becky had spent last Christmas at her Father’s and his new wife as well as her younger step brother and sister. “I guess he has his new family round him now,” thought Stacey though she couldn’t really blame him, after all it was her fault they had split up.
Robert had come home early one afternoon from his job at the bank and found his wife in bed with her head buried between another woman’s thighs. To make matters worse the woman that Stacey was eating out with considerable relish and gusto was Robert’s own sister Helen. After lots of recriminations and some fairly strong words Robert & Stacey had split with Stacey getting day to day custody of Becky, who was 5 at the time, on the proviso that Stacey kept her sexuality from her daughter. Whilst it tore Stacey up inside to hide in that way, the thought of losing Becky was too much so she agreed to Robert’s only condition.
The affair with Helen fizzled out pretty quickly after Robert had threatened to tell their parents and over the years Stacey had a few brief flings when Becky was with her father but nothing permanent. In her later childhood years every time Becky would raise the question as to why her parents had split up, Stacey would change the subject. She assumed Robert had not revealed anything either as Becky had never hinted that she knew the reason behind the split. Once Becky turned 18 and left for University Stacey spread her wings, and her legs, and was enjoying a late flush of some very exciting affairs. Even though Robert could not take Becky away, Stacey had never quite found the courage to tell her daughter.
Realising she was standing on the spot getting colder Stacey shook herself and mounted the stairs to go back to bed. “Maybe I will try out one of my new vibes” she thought trying to remember if it had a silent mode. As she passed Becky’s room, she heard what sounded like moans of pain coming from Becky’s room and stopped. Tapping gently on the door she whispered, “Are you OK Becky?” Not getting any reply Stacey repeated herself a little louder before she gently eased the door open and stuck just her head round the door, keeping the rest of her body behind the door to conceal her nakedness.