M. DeSantis - Her Foxy Mom

But did not disappear.

She hung up the phone. Bright nine o'clock sun-light poured through the window. Charlene listened for some sound from her mother but heard none. Liz still slept.

She looked at the phone and smiled. Her father was not in the least suspicious about Charlene's abrupt desire to make her summer visit early; he knew how much Charlene enjoyed it at his house, with his new family. The ticket would be waiting at the counter at the airport.

Charlene took the note she'd written as the sun came up and left it on the kitchen table, then dressed. She'd phrased it carefully, in explanation of her disappearance. She didn't wish to hurt her mother, but also wanted to explain.

She dressed and packed quickly, then took ten dollars from the cash jar. She hesitated at the door of the apartment. Was she doing the right thing, leaving her mother at a time like this?

But she knew her mother. Liz would not be alone for long. And it was the best thing for Charlene.

She glanced down at herself, at the strong thrust of her luscious tits beneath the tight pullover top. If nothing else, she thought, fighting to cheer herself, she could finally show her father that she was no longer a little girl. After all, she'd already shown her mother