(Alex) A passing glimpse

Alex took note of the long, black limo parked sinisterly outside of her house but offered no acknowledgement to the driver who curtly nodded at her while he leaned against it having a smoke. Flashbacks of her sister eagerly running up to such vehicles to receive tousled hair and the odd lollipop burned up in her memory… No. The youngest miss Taylor offered only cold indifference and passing politeness towards her Mom’s ‘guests’. By now they seemed to have all got the message, though she still felt the burn of eyes upon her rump as she passed those darkened windows. She had been chasing a few rumors online recently, newspaper articles about the rise and fall of local businessmen. Her own secret little investigation, ever ongoing. It would seem the man who had stolen Diane had not done so well for himself, of late. Alex wondered if perhaps that was another reason why her parent’s suitors left her more or less alone these days. They were a cautious breed… these predatory perverts.

Marching in through the door she was greeted by the sight of her mother herself: scrambling desperately to pull some ridiculously complicated dress into place, while also doing her lipstick and slipping into a second stiletto heel. Alex rushed over to help before the whole thing became a broken ankle and inescapable tangle. The slits of this particular outfit came right up to the older woman’s armpits, meaning the sway of her walk could unveil the entirety of her lower half at any one instant. Alex spied another dribble of cum leaking out of both Mom’s entrances down there, and discreetly offered a wet-wipe to catch them. Her parent offered a guiltily grateful smile at that, finally managing to get the shoe on properly.

“Oh, thank you dear… Those brothers of yours are insatiable! I thought I’d got a bit of peace in the afternoon to finally have a bath and get ready… only for them to ambush me on the landing! Thank goodness it’s Mr Peters taking me out this evening… he understands what it’s like in a big family… In fact I think he gets rather turned on when I tell him about my troubles with the boys… Ah, men… weird, horny creeps every one…”

Mrs Taylor was still grabbing everything she needed from the side table: keys, bag, phone, little pot of lube. She gave Alex a quick kiss on the lips as she headed for the door.

“I’m afraid it’s just Pizza for dinner tonight- Your Dad’s working late again. Money’s on the side in the kitchen. Hopefully I’ve worn those two down enough that they won’t bother you too much all evening! I’ll be back tomorrow Ally, love yoouuu…”

And with that she was gone. Just catching Alex’s returned “Love you too Mom!” before the door closed. The girl sighed… another evening alone with just the twins… Great. What were the chances Mom had actually tired them out enough to leave her alone?

Low… very fucking low...