A Living Nightmare

Amanda sat on the sofa with her empty glass of scotch. She contemplated just finishing off another bottle and wallowing in her self misery. However, the visit from her neighbors did have an impact. She knew she was going off the rails, and needed to do whatever she could to get her life back in order.

Amanda took stock of her surroundings and made a decision to do just as she had promised her concerned friends. A little housework would surely take her mind off her current problems and hopefully give her some direction. She returned to the kitchen and traded her scotch glass for an extra large thermal tumbler, which she filled with some fresh brewed coffee. However, as she waited for her cup to fill, she looked through the kitchen window into their spacious backyard … the same backyard she traipsed completely naked through the night before! “STOP IT,”. Amanda screamed audibly at no one. Angrily she grabbed her coffee and proceeded to tidy up the kitchen. Luckily for her, there wasn’t much to do, since Joseph and Tami were self-sufficient.

It suddenly dawned on Amanda that Tami wasn’t home. Having finished school, and starting college in less than two weeks, Tami had been keeping busy around the house, readying her belongings for her own new beginnings. Amanda decided to check out Tami’s room to see if there was any last minute laundry she needed before packing it away.

Amanda stood frozen in the doorway to Tami’s room, absolutely aghast at the sight before her. All the suitcases lay open, scattered about the room, all the clothes, haphazardly strewn everywhere. All the carefully prepped moving boxes had been opened, and its contents dumped on her desk and bed! This didn’t make sense! Did Tami have a meltdown also?

Amanda stormed off in search of her phone. First and foremost, was to find out where Tami was, and then to make sense of the sudden disaster of her room. Not thinking clearly, Amanda spent nearly an hour looking for her phone, before finally realizing she had left it on the bar, next to the bottle of scotch! Amanda contemplated trading the coffee for the soothing **** once more, but yielded to the current, apparent, emergency.

Drawing up her favorites contact list, she slammed her finger down on Tami’s icon.

“,..mmm … Hey Mom! … mmmph … Wassup?”

Amanda blurted out, “TAMARA TANNER! Where the hell are you right now?”

“… mmm … gluck … sshlupp … mmm … I came to visit Daddy … mmmph …”

Utter confusion was now mixing with her rage. “Your FATHER? You went to his work?”

“ … mmmhhumm … We’re … oooh … having … uhmm, lunch … aaahh … together!”

Tami’s responses didn’t go unnoticed by Amanda. “What’s going on? Why do you sound so … distracted?”

“… oooh yesss … mmm … sshlupp .. gluck … glumph .. This umm … SAUSAGE … yeah … is soooo good!”

Amanda’s rage was slowly burning into a blind fury. “TAMI! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? Why can’t you have a decent conversation with your mother, without being distracted by your lunch? AND … OH BY THE WAY … What the hell is going on with your room? Why is everything in a shambles?”

There was a long period of silence, and Amanda strained to listen to what sounded like muffled sounds and voices, but she was unable to distinctively determine what was being said. Tami finally responded. “Ummm yeah … oooh sooo hot! … glugg … glumph … Hey mom? … Yeah … about that! … I’ll explain when I get home … Just leave it be! … Can’t really talk right now … ooooooohhh yesssss …. Gotta go …. ungh … battery’s dying … CLICK!”

“TAMI? TAMARA? GODDAMNIT!” Amanda disconnected the call and immediately retried calling back, only to have it go to voicemail. “FUCK!” She hung up and then called Joseph, wanting to get to the bottom of what Tami’s issue was. Unfortunately, his phone also went to voicemail. Utterly frustrated, Amanda left a bitter message. “JOSEPH! I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but you better call me back as soon as you get this message. I need to know what’s going on with Tami!” In a fit of rage, she threw the phone across the room. She immediately regretted her impulsive actions when the phone struck marble countertop, sending bits of her phone scattering everywhere! “OH FUCKING CHRIST! WHAT NOW?”

Amanda gathered up the shattered pieces, knowing full well there was no repairing the phone. She’d have to file a claim and get a new one! That was going to take a couple days for sure! Now, without a phone, Amanda was faced with a myriad of questions, which could not be answered, as well as Tami’s tornado strewn room, and the routine grind of daily household chores that needed to be done. God! That bottle of scotch is looking better and better!

Rather than succumbing to her liquid salvation, Amanda decided that maybe a soothing shower would calm her nerves and hopefully give her a clearer perspective on things. Finishing her mildly sobering cup of coffee, Amanda padded up the steps, into the master bedroom and into the bathroom.

Amanda started the shower and as it warmed, she took stock of her image in the mirror. It was at that moment, that another stark reality hit her like a ton of bricks. The sheer black kimono did absolutely nothing to hide her near nudity beneath. The black lace panties were clearly visible, as was her bust enhancing, matching, black lace bra. Her turgid nipples were threatening to poke over the low cut top edge. “OHMIGOD!” Amanda cupped her breasts, hiding them from view, She had been wearing this all morning! Her neighbors, Dara and Gracie, surely got an eyeful, and it hadn’t even registered until now! “Why,” Amanda whispered to herself, trying to recall her morning ritual, and why she hadn’t donned a more respectable appearance? Was I that drunk that I didn’t realize? What will they think of me now? I’m not sure if I’d be able to look them in the eyes without being embarrassed.

As Amanda pondered her reasons, a little seedling began to sprout in the very depths of her mind, sending rather pleasant endorphins throughout her body. A tingling sensation began to creep along her spine, cascading throughout her body, causing her flesh to erupt with tiny bumps. To see! To be seen! Yes! It was the same feelings that enveloped her as she ogled Tony. To see Tony as he coupled with, not only Tami, but his mother also. To be seen by Tony as she masturbated in unison with his ministrations.

Without thought, Amanda had stripped bare of her meager coverings and was slowly indulging in the tantalizing touches her fingers provided. Within seconds she was pawing her breasts and teasing her slit, rapture filling her soul. It was as if she were seeing and being seen at the same time. She watched the woman in the mirror losing herself in a masturbatory fantasy, while the woman in the mirror watched her as she matched her rhythm, stroke for stroke. It continued until both women climaxed in a shuddering release.

Amanda woke from her stupor, finding herself leaning against the counter for support, her lungs filling with the hot steam that had filled the room. She stumbled into the shower and stood beneath the hot waterfall. WHY? The questions continued to plague her. She realized that there were way more questions than answers, and that she had no idea of even where to begin. Steeling her mind, Amanda showered, scrubbing vigorously before rinsing completely off. She toweled dry and stepped back into the bedroom, headed for her wardrobe, in search of something respectable to wear.

She drew open her underwear drawer and began rummaging. She suddenly recalled that she now had two less panties, that Tony was now in possession of! While the thought initially horrified her, the sprouting seedling also sent an unmistakeable feeling of excitement through her. Amanda made an attempt at modesty and reached for a simple pair of white cotton briefs. However, much to her dismay, she simply tossed them into the nearby trash can, as she did with all her other simple cotton briefs! Now she had a considerable less assortment to choose from, all of which were much higher on the risqué scale. She plucked out a light beige pair of low-rise tanga briefs and slid them up her legs, adjusting them to fit snugly. Amanda took note that if she was going to wear the remaining pieces in her drawer, she’d have to modify her appearance soon … a shave, or wax, was definitely in order. She then proceeded to do the same with her bras, as she had done with her panties. The underwear drawer now appeared much less cluttered, with all the drab white cotton, now in the trash. Amanda tucked her ample breasts into a matching beige, lace, plunging bra that did absolutely nothing to hide her areolae nor her hardened nipples. It did, however, lift her bosom and present an ever tantalizing view of cleavage. Amanda took a brief glance in the mirror and admired her near nakedness.

Making her way to the walk-in closet, Amanda perused her choices. She … wanted … something sexy … something … revealing! She wanted … to be … seen! The thoughts running through her mind frightened her, yet at the same time, the tingling euphoria was impossible to resist. She suddenly recollected her friends’ visit, and recalled Dara’s wardrobe. The tiny blue running shorts and the simple white tee that exposed her midriff while threatening to show some tantalizing underboob, was eye-catching in itself. In a firm resolve, not to be outdone by her neighbor, Amanda slid into a powder blue mini skirt, along with a wrap around plunging crop top that tied between her breasts, also exposing her toned midriff.

Pleasantly satisfied, Amanda did up her hair and applied a generous amount of face paint, making herself … worthy of being seen!

Amanda hadn’t realized that she had wasted the entire afternoon away, accomplishing none of her intended chores. It mattered none at this point, since she still had many unanswered questions, and that Tami had just burst through the front door, announcing her arrival!

With a renewed sense of resolve, Amanda strode out of the bedroom to confront her daughter, and gain some answers to her many questions!