| Miss Satine's Cafe 2 - La Femme Bonita The day following her adventure with her daughters, Laurel Caine wore a skirt to work that scandalized several of her fellow teachers and some of the administration. She smiled a smug little smile, knowing that the principal wouldn't say a word. Laurel was in charge of her own destiny at school. She added a five-inch pair of heels and got a few whistles as she walked down the halls. With this being the 21st Century, not all of those whistles were from the young men. Laurel felt good about herself and her day was a delight. She knew that Coco Holland had noticed her long and shapely legs. She wondered if she dared to flash the pretty little thing and show her favorite student that she wore no panties? For now, she decided that she had better not take that risk. Better not push things too far. All in good time, the newly-naughty mommy grinned to herself. Coco's sexy ass was just leaving her class when Bonita Priest walked in to the room. Laurel liked the new teacher, who had only been at the school for the past 3 months. She was outgoing and vivacious and well liked by some of the staff, although not all. Laurel knew why. Like herself, Bonita was gorgeous and not afraid to flaunt her looks. Like Laurel, she favored skirts and heels over pants and sensible shoes. In fact, the skirt she was wearing now was only about an inch longer than the skimpy little thing Laurel herself was wearing. Enrolment in Bonita's classes was almost as high as that for Laurel's. The pretty brunette teacher perched herself on the edge of Laurel's desk and crossed her impossibly-beautiful long legs. Her skirt rode up a little and revealed that the other teacher wore stockings with garters – how deliciously naughty! Laurel resisted the urge to run her hand up that leg and under the skirt and test the waters. She sensed that Bonita was bi-sexual or a lesbian, yet Laurel played it cool. She had enough on her plate for now, although she wouldn't hesitate to sample this dish whenever the offer was made. "What can I do for you, Bonita?" Laurel asked. "Oh please, call me Bo, you're the first friend I ever made when I moved here," Bonita said in a voice that blended honey with velvet. "I was wondering if you'd like to go for coffee or even a drink? I'm dying for something to do, I'm so fucking bored." Normally, Laurel would have accepted such an offer with a snap of her fingers, but tonight wasn't a normal night. She was going to take her little girls shopping and replace a good percentage of their old clothes with new, sexy things. She wanted her little playmates to enjoy their new sexuality and flaunt it, much as she did. It was going to cost her a fair chunk of change, but the perverted mommy knew that she would reap the benefits for a long time to come. "I can't gorgeous," Laurel said, allowing herself to flatter the younger woman. "Rain check?" Bo nodded and her brown eyes met Laurel's. "Count on it," she said, hinting that a bit more than coffee might be offered. "Don't you have any other friends you could call, a boyfriend?" Laurel asked, going on a bit of a fishing expedition. "No boyfriend and all of my friends are back in New York," Bonita told her. "I used to go home and have dinner with my mom, but she was having a few health issues and moved into a senior's facility. She was my best friend and I don't like living in my huge condo all by myself," she explained. "Yes, I can understand that," Laurel commiserated. "I'm very close to my girls, they're a handful, but worth the effort." She wasn't going to tell Bo how close, there was no telling how the woman might react. Something told her favorably, that there were decadent layers to Bo as well, yet this was not the time or place. She remembered what Miss Satine had suggested. She reached into her pocket and drew out the red and gold business card. "Why don't you go to this place for a treat? I think you'll have a wonderful time there, the owner, Miss Satine, is fascinating and the cake is devilishly good. It will give you something to do, I promise you that." Laurel smiled at Bo as she accepted the card. Whatever Miss Satine had in mind for Bonita, it would certainly eliminate all traces of boredom. Bonita thanked her friend for the suggestion and decided that she would take Laurel up on her suggestion. It couldn't hurt to treat herself. Satine smiled as she saw the beautiful young woman enter her café. She had been very busy today, word of mouth had already spread about the marvelous new café with the decadent foodstuffs and the sexy owner. Still, she could always make time for someone as delicious as Bonita Priest. It was very considerate of Laurel to have sent her this gorgeous young thing, she had earned herself a few points in Satine's books. "Welcome to my café, I am Satine, you're certainly the loveliest customer that has been here today," Satine smiled. "What can I get for you?" "A Chai Latte and a piece of Red Velvet cake," Bonita smiled. Satine certainly didn't resemble the typical café owner, not in her short, tight red dress and pencil-thin heels. Even her makeup was perfect and there was nary a stray hair of auburn hair out of place. Bonita felt a tremor go through her body, this woman excited her. When Satine neared her to place her food on the table, Bo got a whiff of her perfume. It was a scent she had never smelled before, unique and arousing. She felt a second little tremor and realized that Satine had piqued her interest. Unbidden, she entered into a conversation with Satine and almost two hours had passed before Bonita even noticed. "You must return tomorrow evening, I would love to see you again and talk with you," Satine said and took Bo's hands. When Bonita went to pay, the owner refused the money. "Call this an introduction, I have a feeling we will become very close … friends. Go home and relax, enjoy your evening, I can promise you that when you get home, your cares and woes will have vanished." Bonita thanked her hostess and walked out to her car. She wondered how the woman could make such a promise, she had probably just been trying to lift Bo's spirits. Still, she did feel better. Tomorrow, she would call her mother and invite her to dinner. Living alone was such a drag and she was sure that her mom missed her too. Bonita sensed it the instant that she walked through the door, something was different. She felt different, yet she couldn't put her finger on it. She was about to make herself a drink when she heard a voice calling her name. It was her mom's voice. She guessed that Ashlyn had decided to come and pay her a visit, what a nice surprise. Bonita got an even bigger surprise when her mom came into the living room from out of the kitchen. Instead of the graying, somewhat-feeble, 60-year old woman Bonita had spoken to only yesterday, the woman in front of her appeared as she had about a decade earlier. She was still lovely and curvy, with wavy dark hair and that sunny smile that Bo had missed for so long. Not only that, she was dressed in a lovely black dress, pearls around her neck, and a pair of high heels that would have killed her ankles today. Bo inhaled the aroma of freshly-baked ham and wondered how a dream could possibly smell this wonderful. Ashlyn walked over to her daughter and gave her a hug. "How was your day, baby?" She asked. Still lost in the dream, Bo smiled. "Fine, mom," she answered in a higher voice than the one she had now. It had to be a dream, they hadn't lived in this condo when her mom was that age. Bo had only purchased the place a little over two years ago. She went to hang up her coat and was stunned when she saw herself in the mirror that was on the closet door. Instead of a sexy and alluring, 25-year old woman looking back at her, she saw the pretty 14-year old she had been years earlier. It didn't make sense, her clothes were still the same and hugged her lithe, slender body nicely. None of this made sense, but of course, dreams rarely did. Bonita shrugged and decided that she might as well enjoy it. It was funny, up until she came home, she would have sworn that everything that had happened today was real. "I love that outfit on you, baby," Ashlyn said, giving her daughter another hug and a small kiss. Bonita felt a bit of a shock. She must have been dreaming, her mother couldn't have just stuck her tongue in her mouth or squeezed her ass! She went into the bathroom to wash up and splash some cold water on her face. As she didn't wake up, she guessed that she was in this dream for the long haul. "I hope you're hungry," Ashlyn said as she doled out the food. "It's important for a young girl to keep up her strength and you're going to be needing it." Despite her having had a treat only a little while ago, Bo discovered that she was very hungry and chowed down like she hadn't eaten in a month. She and her mom chatted happily, just as they had in happier, healthier times. This was the Ashlyn that Bo remembered before the leukemia had knocked their lives for a loop. Ashlyn was in the best place for her and they would help her in her recovery, but Bonita missed the Ashlyn who was lively and fun and, as Bonita remembered her, sexy. Ashlyn had shed few tears when Bo's father took off and her love life hadn't suffered in the slightest. Looking at her mom now, Bonita could see why. She had a sensual maturity and Bo had always seen it. She had always hoped she would inherit her mom's sexiness and she had. Although as she looked at the Bonita she had been some years back, she realized she was a pretty sexy teen. Now she realized why Ashlyn was always telling her to be careful. She had been a hot little piece. Of course, Bonita hadn't listened and fucked as soon as she found someone she wanted to fuck. She had hot panties, then and now. Well, why not? Bonita knew that her mom hadn't exactly been chaste after her daddy's departure. She supposed that lusty appetites ran in the family, which was fine. Sex was the best exercise ever invented, the young teen giggled out loud. "What's got you all giggly, young lady?" Ashlyn asked her daughter. "Nothing in particular, just happy," Bonita said, not completely able to stop laughing. "Okay sweetie, well, please clear away the dishes and I'll get us dessert," Ashlyn told her. Bonita raced to get that small chore done. Her mom had worked in a bakery and her desserts were always good, even better than Satine's. Then she looked around. Her mom was nowhere in sight. Where was the dessert? "In here, baby girl," Ashlyn's voice came, low and sultry, from the bedroom. Bonita wondered just where this wild dream was going to take her next. She entered her bedroom to find it lit with candles and her mom lying there in a black leather corset, tiny thong, stockings and six-inch heels. Her hair was now tousled and she had changed her makeup. She looked like an expensive whore. Beside her on the bed was a selection of sex toys, including a large, strap-on dildo. "I thought it was time for us to fuck," Ashlyn whispered with a husky tone. "I know you've wanted to for a long time. Me, too," she said as she sat up a bit and displayed her body proudly. "Mom, I …" Bonita started to say and then, she stopped. What Ashlyn had just said was true. She had always harbored a secret desire for her gorgeous, sexy mom. With every woman she had ever been with, they had all fallen short in comparison to the magnificent creature on the bed in front of her. Why not give in to desire, it was only a dream. Her body might have only been that of a teen, but her mind still retained all the skill and perversity of the 25-year old Bonita. "You look like a slut, mom," the young girl said, allowing herself to wallow in perversity. "Yeah, a slut I want to fuck." "Yeah baby, I am," Ashlyn smiled. "Get naked baby, mommy can eat your cunt and we can do whatever you like. I've always been a whore in bed, your father never could understand that." "Poor daddy," Bo grinned as she looked at her mom through new eyes. "It's whores who have the best time and we can go for hours. That's why I prefer women. Women don't crap out after a while, we can keep being sluts for as long as we want," she giggled as she started to undress. Bo smiled as she saw that the chemise and tiny thong she had worn under her clothes was still there. She really couldn't believe that her entire day had been nothing but a dream. She had worn these clothes with the intention of making a play for that sexy Laurel Caine – God, she wanted that bitch! "Oh fucking Christ baby, that lingerie is so hot," Ashlyn groaned as her daughter neared the bed. "I should have taken you shopping more often, but I was afraid of what might happen." "Oh, so? What?" "I would have seen you in something frilly and sexy or slinky and wanted to eat your fucking cunt right there in the store," Ashlyn said. "I always was a sucker for a hot woman baby, I never told you. I even had an affair with one of my friends and together, we both fucked her daughter," Ashlyn explained as her daughter's slender body mounted her own. The deeper she got into this dream, the wilder it got for Bo. "Really mommy, you hid that well. Which of your friends was it?" Ashlyn shook her head. "I'm really not at liberty to say baby, I have to protect their privacy. But if you really get mommy all hot and bothered, I can't promise I won't blurt it out in the heat of passion," she laughed. Bonita promised herself that she was going to make her mommy see stars. Of course, was it at all possible to control the events of a dream? She had no idea, but she had to try. She moved closer to Ashlyn, who grabbed on to her ass. "Straddle mommy's face baby, she's going to suck and lick your hot little cunt," Ashlyn growled as her tongue shot out into the tiny gusset of her daughter's skimpy thong. Even at a young age, Bonita had liked sexy underwear and used part of her allowance to buy it. She had hidden it from her mom, placing it in the bottom drawer of her bureau and laundering it herself. Now she realized that had been unnecessary. Her mom probably would have reacted favorably if she had displayed the frilly things she had enjoyed all of her life. Fuck, but Ashlyn sure knew what to do with a girl, Bo's body was already shaking. Had the real Ashlyn been this kinky, this passionate? Bo supposed that she would never know the answer to that question, but the dream-Ashlyn was one talented and sexy, cunt-loving whore. "Oh baby, but you are dee-lish!" Ashlyn exclaimed in between licks. "If I had known how yummy you tasted, I would have gone after you a lot sooner than this." Her tongue went back to licking Bo's cunt and manipulating her clit. Bo could scarcely believe this insanely hot whore was the same woman who have given birth to her and tried to instill good moral values. "I want us to sixty-nine, 'kay mommy?" Bonita expressed her desires, sounding all the world like the fourteen-year old she was in her dream. "I am going to show you that Bonita knows what a girl likes, I know lots of things!" "Mmm baby, I bet you just do," Ashlyn murmured as they twisted their bodies around. Her fingers moved back into her daughter's tight, wet pussy as Bo's tongue delved into hers. Both women were shaved bare, although Bo remembered not having to bother at this tender age. Her mouth was now filled to brimming with her mom's juices, so sweet and so thick. Her mommy was so soft and sensual and perfumed that she didn't ever want for this to end. Their mouths clamped firmly on to each other's bodies as their hands clutched each other tight. Faster and faster, the two incestuous lovers licked and sucked until they shared a loud wail and a simultaneous orgasm. "That was amazing," Bo panted as she tried to calm herself down. In all her years, she had never once cum like that. "Oh, we're only just getting started," Ashlyn told her daughter as she reached for the large strap-on. "Do you want to fuck mommy or do you want mommy to fuck you?" It took Bo all of one minute to decide. "You fuck me, make me your little slut, mommy," she exclaimed in a cheery voice. Once she had cum again, she would use the toy on her mommy. She instinctively knew how her mom would like it and she thrilled to see her mom strapping on the artificial cock. It looked so perverse to see the large rubber cock jutting out from her mom's waist. Bonita braced herself for the intense fucking that was about to come. She was not disappointed, her mother wielded the dildo just as if it had been a part of her all of her life. Bo lost count of the orgasms she experienced and she did her level best to return the favor. The next day wasn't a school day, so they fucked until they both fell into a deep slumber. When she woke up the next morning, Bo was alive and chipper. She looked around and there was no sign of her mom and there were no sex toys in the bed. The sheets were rumpled, but otherwise, no signs of a wild sexual free-for-all. She saw her reflection in the mirror on her dresser and it was that of a young woman in her 20's. It had all been a dream, a very vivid dream. A sexy, wonderful dream. Then, she looked closer at her body. She was red on her ass and had some scratches and bite marks – from a lover who liked it a little rough. Last night had not been a dream, now Bonita knew it. However it had happened, she had again be fourteen and she had slept with – well, fucked with – her mom. Would Ashlyn remember? She decided not to try and find out. She wondered if her mom's confessions had been true. Had she really done all of those things in her younger days? Bonita showered and tried to bring herself back to life. She went to make coffee and then remembered that she had promised to go back to Miss Satine's café. She put on something sexy and a decadent pair of heels and drove over there. Miss Satine was wearing red high heels and a tight red leather mini. She smiled when she saw Bonita enter. "Ah, good afternoon, lovely to see you, Bo," Satine smiled and started to make the young woman another Chai Latte. "Did you have a relaxing evening when you got home last night?" "Hardly," Bo nearly snorted. She was fairly sure that Satine knew the answer to the question before she had even asked it. Satine brought her drink and sat down, crossing her long, sleek legs. "Yes, I suppose good sex can stimulate the blood. How was your lovely mother? Did she live up to all of your fantasies?" "You know?" "Of course, I sensed your desire and I facilitated them," Satine smiled sweetly and sipped her own dark, rich coffee. "I hope that it was everything you wanted – and more. Perhaps it will happen again – perhaps not. That is all up to you," Satine smiled. She put her coffee cup down and placed her hand on top of Bonita's. "I am looking for people I can trust and who will be devoted to me – friends, if you wish to call it that. In return, these friends will live lives beyond anything they could ever have imagined. Do you wish to be one of my – friends?" Satine asked. Bonita couldn't speak, only nod. The fires of hell could not have stopped her from going down the road Satine was asking her to tread. "Good," Satine told her new friend. "Finish your drink and then go about your day, but be back here at 8. We're going out to dinner and you're paying. We'll see what happens after. I'm feeling the need for a little companionship tonight," she smiled and licked along the fullest, sexiest, darkest, reddest lips that Bonita had ever seen. |