Good Girls

Elly giggled.

The giddy feeling in the teen's tummy and toes would gave been impossible a short time ago. A much needed wash, a tooth brush, a quiet meal with Brand and fresh and sensible white cotton bikini panties had done wonders.

Refreshed. Tipsy, and giggly - high, even, like she had just come through something awful. And, out the other side, now...

A-and what Brand had said to her mother. What Brand said seemed to have stuck.

"You missed a spot, Mother."

The teenager was really, really in charge.

And, maybe, drinking a little too much, too early.

Elaine watched her mother's head bob, watched her bend over - trying to conceal what...

Ew. Elly giggled. What was being concealed - the teenager had unfortunately, thoroughly, seen before.

It was ... everything was weird, off-color. Somehow new. New. And perhaps the most important contributer to Elly's good mood hadn't registered, hadn't processed when she first heard it. When she had been trapped, Brand had said...

Trapped... dark and upside down -

Wine. Elly gulped the feeling away, and examined the refraction of light on her palm, yellow rays streaming through liquid and glass.

Brand had said, he had told her mother 'no more'. No more of him, and her. It was a message.

Her mother was out of the picture.

"Jeez - missing a spot doesnt mean scrubbing the polish off," The teen noted affectionately.

Elly wasnt a slut. She wasnt competing, there was no mom, no James, and Elly... all those things that had made her question and doubt...

Her boyfriend.

Brighter. Tipsy, and strange, but through the clarity of white wine - brighter. And... gosh. It was kind of fun. Perverse fun, ordering her mom around. Tapping her toned thigh with her swatter, gesturing with it.

"Sorry..."

Even tapping her mom with it. Nothing like before - tiny reminders, and tiny rewards. Learning from her mistakes, experimenting with subtle directions - where one kind of tap to her mom's butt might make the negress scoot faster, or turn, or divert her attention from Elly's legs, while a probe or little lift to the underside of the older woman's breasts might make her -

"Thats okay, Mom."

Might make her mom, u-um...

I-it... was still weird. Elly took another sip of wine, and tried to stand haughty and straight when she caught herself swaying. Turning the motion into a confident pose - one bare foot planted on the ground, the other high on the ottoman, swatter hand on her knee, at ease.

... And, of course, as her skirt shifted up her legs enough, as her lifted leg opened wide enough for her mother's eyes to see... Hand tightening on her swatter...

"Thats okay," Elly repeated softly.

Loosening. Allowing...

N-not bothering to lower or close her legs, to change poses - the tipsy black girl might fall if she overreacted. She...

Elly took a sip, and watched her kneeling mother, rag in hand, staring, trying not to make it obvious.

Failing.

... Gosh. Smirking uncomfortably, Elly's spinning stomach told her that was more than enough peeping. A little twitch of the teen's wrist was all it took to get her mother up on her feet - with her brown eyes more appropriately placed on the floor.

Something like pride...

"Good girl."

Elaine's mouth opened, and Brand's words tumbled out. B-blushing...

Brown eyes met Elly's, and returned to the floor, "U-um - "

"Shh..." Elly shushed her mother, lifting her leg off its rest, modestly lowering it to the ground. "That's... that's enough."

Clearing her throat, clearing her head, E-Elly...

"Enough for this room."

Both feet back on the ground, Elly circled her mother and - a careful tap to her mom's hip got the older woman moving, and by pressing, flexing the flat rubber mat of the swatter against her mom's butt -

"E-Elaine..."

"Good girl." It felt a little more natural, and managing a little smile - "Off you go."

A sip of wine, and Elaine st-steered her hapless mother by her butt, toward the kitchen.

Towards the bottle of wine.

Giggling, pushing with her swatter, "One more, Mom."

"Um, Elly, do you think - "

"Oh, Mom. Pleeeaase?" Just for fun, Elly turned up the teenage charm. Clear white wine in sight, she was in too good a mood to get angry, to argue again.

Too good a mood, too generous a mood - drawing her shoulders together, upper arms squishing in against the sides of her breasts, Elly enhanced the effect of her push-up bra, the deep cleavage and bulging swells of brown mammary flesh visible over the neckline of her lavendar top.

G-gosh. Her mom's hand trembled a bit when it tipped, and poured her wine.

Elly stopped her game, slightly sobered.

"Clean up, mother." The college girl frowned, and straightened - straightened her top, and drank.

Elly sat down at the kitchen island, and drummed her fingers. And briefly closed her eyes.

Swimming, while her mom worked. Not dozing, checking on her mom every little bit, and listening. Just... thinking, drinking, bored...

Brand...

"Whats that song?" Elly absently - something familiar.

"Um, hmm?"

"Humming..." Elly opened her eyes, focused. "You were humming something."

"N-no," What? "No I wasnt."

Elly leaned forward, elbows pressing into stone.

"What do you mean? Yes you were."

"No, I wasnt."

"Yes - you were." Elly insisted, vexed. Why would her mom - ?

"No, I - "

"Yes you were, Mom!" Exasperated - her mom was such a-a child! "What is it - some kind of secret **** song?"

Elaine's mom jerked, stiffening her back as if she had been whipped.

Oh...

C-cringing...

Cringing, E-Elly felt for her swatter, just for comfort. Just in case...

"I didn't know I was humming." The older woman stared straight ahead, hand still in the sink, on a sponge. "My mother used to - to do that. Hum, when she was cleaning other people's houses. My grandmother..."

Oh.

Elly knew... but didnt know, really. Whether embarrassment, or maybe just wanting to move forward - to move past issues that her mother had never let hold Elaine or herself back...

"White people's houses."

It had been talked about only rarely, between the two women, in all of Elaine's life.

E-Elly felt very small for a moment.

She felt...

"I was the first in our family to go to college. Um, Elly, what's b-been happening... it's important you d-don't..."

Her mom, gripping the counter, sounded so broken up. So...

Glass in hand Elly slipped out of her chair, and... swaying... Elly p-patted her mom's butt. Her hand patted -

Elaine immediately regretted her affectionate touch, retracted her hand - wiping it on her skirt.

"I... didn't mean anything. I wasn't thinking. Mom, I'm..."

"It's me. My fault, Elly. Everything, I..."

For a moment Elly was sure her mother was going to hit herself. She could see, somehow feel the tense muscles in front of her, ready to snap.

Elly cleared her throat.

"You'll be fine, Mom."

"... You need to be at college, Elly. E-Elaine. You need... p-promise me. P-p-promise - "

"Shh..." Shoulders shaking...

Elly led her shaking... crying mother to a chair.

"I know." College. Anxiety and loneliness - E-Elly... "Of course, Mom."

Empty. Elly sipped the last of her wine, carefully placing the empty glass on the counter in front of her mother.

Empty glass. Empty words. Elly...

Elly petted her mother. She scratched tangled and knotty African-American hair.

"You're such a mess..."

Whimpering. Silent shaking - laughing... maybe. Sobbing for sure.

Elly touched her mom's ear. Gently pinched the upper rim, and stroked.

Squirming.

Oh, Mom...

What had happened? Going away, out of state. Away from James, her friends - her mom.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

And - at college... it wasn't supposed to feel like it had been.

She had gone away, and everything had fallen apart. Everything.

Most of all the woman she loved most in all the world.

"I love you, Mom."

Everything was just starting to get better. To work, to come together. She couldn't think about college - not quite yet.

Home, first. B-Brand...

G-guiltily, "Don't worry, Mom. I won't let you down."

Elly wrapped her arms around her mother from behind, her breasts squishing between the pervy older woman's shoulder blades.

"Together."

She kissed her mother's hair. Nestled her cheek in the nappy tangle and hugged harder - tried to hug the feeling away, the too-conscious feeling of her body, her mom's body. Her breath, her mom's breath squishing... rubbing.

"We've always made it through together, Mom."

A hand grabbed Elaine's forearm, holding her hug.

Elly tensed.

A-and relaxed. Breathed, and combed her fingers... alternately fluffed her mom's hair, and patted it down.

Her mom's ears... pinching, one index finger on the inside - she...

Her mom's cheek...

And when Elly felt wetness, she grabbed a table napkin, and dabbed under her mom's eyes. Helped wiped her mom's nose.

I-it - she was drunk. She...

The teen turned the bar stool, extracted her hand from her mom's grip, and k-kissed the her mother's lips.

A-a normal kiss, familial, barely more than a peck. It was nothing - except...

Except her mom stared up at her like she was divinity - eyes like saucers, lips parted.

Oh, god.

Elaine tucked her lips into her mouth, scraping them with her teeth.

Anything to change the subject.

"Um, Mom, by the way - what's with that big pole in the backyard?"

"H-hmm?" Big eyes finally blinked.

"Oh."

Finally.

"Oh."

Jeez. Elly tapped her toes.

"... Oh!"

"Mother!"

"S-sorry. It's, um, you know. For..."

Elly, exasperated -

"For, um, exercise?" Her mom asked.

It was Elaine's turn to blink.

"Like, dancing exercise?"

"Dancing... exercise," Elly echoed back.

Nodding.

"Outside. On a pole."

A more hesitant n-nod.

And Brand's own dad had been a club owner, his mom a s-stripper... and her mom was older...

'Daddy'. Her mother had called Brand Daddy.

... It was just too weird. Looking down at her seated mother - too pathetically weird to muddle through.

... Elaine needed another drink.

Giggling one moment, clinging the next, Elly rolled drunkenly in the sheets with her lover. Horizontal with him, in his bed, Elly didn't want any other man, anything else.

"Anything..." Elly, thoroughly spread, having worked her way up, eyelashes fluttering - Elly leaned in for a kiss...

"Mm-mmh!!"

A thick white finger stuffed - s-stuffed the teen's mouth.

Stuffed, and after a moment...

Suckling.

"I know."

"Uh-hh-hmm..." Suckling... sucking.

"I know you will."

A hand cupped the drunken black girl's cheek, a thumb stroking.

Elaine's lips parted with Brand's finger with a final kiss, and following his hand - a light prompt, she kissed her way down his firm chest... stomach... a-all the way down...

"Brand? A-are you my boyfriend?" Elly asked. Elly stopped. Stopped kissing, stopped breathing. Elly...

With the side of her face pressing against penis, E-Elly looked up, ready, needing - she needed...

Brand stroked her hair.

"Look."

Thick male thighs, firm white buttcheeks parted below the black girl's face.

"Look..."

Elly swallowed, and and a heavy hand guided her head in. Her f-face... for the second night, her face hovered over Brand's crack.

"Look."

Look. Looking... looking at Brand's ugly little hole, his wrinkled pink-brown orifice...

"Ask again."

Ask?

E-Elly... swallowed. Her tongue already moving and licking in her mouth, Elly looked at the anus, looked at it p-pulse.

Ask...

"Um," Elaine wet her lips. Voice shaky, she tried to look over Brand's balls, his stiff penis, but couldn't find... couldn't meet his eyes. What little she could glimpse showed his head leaning back, and... and his hand, resting in Elly's hair, prompting her head down.

"Um, are you my boyfriend?" Elly whispered... asked Brand, looking at his winking butthole.

Saw it wink.

"That's a good girl. You know what to do. Sniff."

The question, her question hanging in the air, in the balance -

Elly only hesitated a split second, before taking a long -

Ss-sssff-FF!

A long sniff in, planting her nose close to the butthole. A sniff in, and exhaling air through her trembling lips, Elly... she put her nose o-on it. Right on it. It wasn't... wasn't exactly bad smelling. It smelled...Her boyfriend's -

Sff! Ssff!

Her nose right on it, Elly...

"You're a good girlfriend, Sweetie. Give your boyfriend a kiss."

Girlfriend...

"Good girl..."

Boyfriend. Smiling, unshed tears in her eyes, Elly didn't need to be told twice. The colored teen got her kiss.

Elaine Lockley kissed her boyfriend on his anus. She kissed with her lips, then she kissed again... again. Harder. She kissed fervently, then sloppily, and drunkenly.

Kissing her boyfriend -

"Mm-puh..."

K-kissing turned into a full teenage makeout session. Passionate, hands on the underside of Brand's thighs, lifting, Elly...

L-licking. Elly made out, licked out her boyfriend passionately. Without being told, just... just naturally, Elaine stiffened her long, thick tongue. The teenager made love to the inside of the white man's rectum while he guided one hand between his legs, wrapping her fingers around hard white shaft...

Stroking, licking, moaning and sniffing and humping bunched up bedding until the muscles in her neck and arm -

"M-nuh! Muh!" Elly humped hard a-as wet male -

Without warning, thick, slimy splooge dumped right on Elly's head. Into her hair, and d-dripped down her forehead.

Elly stroked Brand right into her head, and...

"Perfect. Hand in between your legs..."

Hand - not bothering t-to touch herself, Elly made a fist and stuck it between her humping legs, in the bunched up bedding a-and bucked, moaning into her boyfriend's butthole -

"Keep licking."

L-licking -

"Take as long as you like." Just under her nose, Brand shifted, placed his hairy scrotum and cool balls.

"One more big sniff."

Ball hair suddenly irritating the insides of her nostrils, Elly exploded.

Sprayed.

Wet her mother's sheets.

And p-passed out moments later, snoring lightly into her lover's ruddy pink balls.