Phillip Milner: Her mother_s lover

Her figure had really matured more voluptuously than she herself realized. With her miniskirt tight around her shapely asscheeks, her full titties jouncing joyously with every step in her loose bra and tight sweater, she was a real hard-on producer whenever she passed a group of men. Her asscheeks jiggling, her tits full and inviting, long auburn tresses, blue eyes and a lightly freckled skin that was startlingly white – all these sexy attributes really raised the steam in any and all observing males. Her lush, wanton figure coupled with her girlish naivet raised cocks wherever she passed.

She knew she was exciting the group of young street corner loungers as she passed them – maybe she even gave her hips an extra twitch.

"Mmmmm. Wouldn't that be a nice piece of ass to ram."

"Wow, her nipples are bigger than most girls' tits!"

She heard these and other comments on her physical attributes with a slight inward shudder. If some of these so-called swingers wanted to get to first base with her, they'd have to take a bath first. They looked as oily and as filthy as they sounded. While she was still a virgin, she remembered how in the hygiene class the male and female sex organs had been carefully described by the somewhat mannish Miss Tuttle. She had made them all squirm as she described the foreskin on the male penis, and the smelly, cheesy deposits which accumulated under if soap and water weren't used regularly. She tittered to herself as she thought every penis and foreskin in the corner could probably stand a thorough washing. And she'd like to see her sadistic friend Debby forced to do the penis cleanup.

Some other girls soon drew the group's attention and she hurried on to the station. She looked behind her just to make sure that none of the girls spotted her heading for the train. It would just be too ironic to have the Greystone administration stop her at this stage of the game.

She was really sick of the place and all those giggling tormentors. She knew her mother would tell her that those papers were all lies. She would be her mother's secretary and go all over the world with her, glorying in her singing triumphs. Somehow, she couldn't picture her father doing much of anything, really being in the picture with them. To her inmost self, she admitted that he was a well-meaning man, but a weakling for whom she had no respect. Her mother was the strong vital force of the family.

She waited impatiently for her train to come. She only had about a fifteen minute wait, but it seemed like hours. The ride to Grand Central took two hours, and all the way down she tried to picture the reaction of her parents at her sudden appearance in town in the middle of the term. Her father, like all weak people, was conventional, a square, and would probably insist on her going back to that prison of a school. Why, now that she thought of it, even its name "Greystone" had that penitentiary sound. But her darling mother was different, she knew she'd be glad to see her "baby" as she called Charisse. She knew she would listen sympathetically to her story and maybe she would even start training her for the position of her secretary right away. She would tell her mother about the gossip columns and wanted to hear her mother's throaty contralto laughing and telling her to pay them no mind. And now that she was older, and would probably be living at home with her parents, she could certainly spot anything that wasn't right. She wasn't a child anymore.

The train finally pulled into Grand Central at six p.m. and Charisse felt like a coward as she went into a phone booth. She really dreaded telling either of her parents what she had done; they thought she was such a dutiful girl. When the phone rang, there was no answer. Charisse breathed a sigh of relief. They had probably gone out to dinner and would make things easier. The doorman would let her into the apartment, and she could be sitting in the living room when they returned. She hoped it was a good dinner, because then at least they would be in a good mood.

She dozed off on the couch while waiting for them to come home. She just didn't know how she was going to explain things, but decided play it by ear. It seemed as if only a moment had passed and she awakened to the sound of her mother's voice practically screaming in surprise.

"Charisse, baby, what are you doing home when you're supposed to be in school? Is anything wrong?"

Taking a deep breath, she told them there was nothing for them to worry about and that she was perfectly all right. But, she told them, Greystone Finishing School was just an impossible place and she couldn't stand the other girls' catty snobbiness another day. If they sent her back, she'd just run away, and maybe go to Chicago or Los Angeles and look for a job.

Her father stopped her short.

"School is the only place for a girl of your age, and you'll just have to go back. Why, Greystone is one of the most exclusive schools in the country and you have no idea of the strings I had to pull to get you in. I know better than you what's best, and back to school you're going in the morning. I'll probably be hearing from the headmistress any minute now and I'm going to tell her you'll be there tomorrow morning!"

Charisse realized with a sick feeling at the pit of her stomach that for some reason her father didn't want her at home, that she was just a pesky kid who was going to be in the way.

Then Minna came to her rescue.

"Oh, Charles," she exclaimed, "you're being too hard on the child: let's hear her out. That's only fair, and maybe she shouldn't go back if she hates it so much."

Turning to Charisse she said, "But you must realize dear, that my singing schedules and your father's TV production business just doesn't give us much time to spend with you."

"But Mother, you always said you needed a confidential secretary – and who could be more confidential than me, and I'd just love the job," Charisse interrupted. "I'd be the best secretary you could possibly have!"

"Young lady…" her father began, but Minna shut him up.

"I'll tell you what we'll do, baby. I'll call the headmistress at school tomorrow and explain that you're not feeling well and that's why you left. We'll get you a leave of absence and you can stay here while Mother and Dad figure out the best thing to do," Minna smiled at Charisse.

"Who knows, maybe it would be best for you to be my confidential secretary. The idea has its good points!"

Charisse flung her arms around her mother and hugged her so tightly that Minna told her to let up a little, she couldn't breathe. It was the maid's night out, so Minna took Charisse into the kitchen and made her a tuna sandwich and milk.

"Get to bed early, Charisse dear," Minna said. "Tomorrow's another day and our problems will look a lot simpler then."

As she snuggled into her own bed that night, Charisse felt she had done the right thing in leaving Greystone. When her beautiful mother was around, she felt warm and comfortable; her mother was strong enough and capable enough to set everything right. Those cheap gossip columnists with all their dirty pictures and obscene insinuations could never make her believe that her mother was immoral. Seeing was believing and she had never seen her mother in a single immoral action in all her life. But her father was a weak man, and as a TV producer, he surely met up with a lot of temptations – girls who would do anything for a break on one of his TV shows.

Surprisingly, she slept quite late the next morning. When she had finally showered and dressed, she found her parents were practically through with their breakfast.

"Hello, sleepy-head," her father greeted her as she sat down at the table. "How does it feel to sleep in your own bed again?"

"Nothing like it," she answered. "That's another reason I don't want to go back to school, I'm too comfortable here."