Have dinner with Mom

Realizing Mom wouldn't give her any time to REALLY enjoy herself, Jenny stashed the bag in her closet, knowing she'd see it soon enough. "Yeah, Dawn," she said into the phone, "I gotta go. Want to go out again tomorrow? I think Mom's being cool about me getting out to celebrate, maybe you, me and Heather can hit up the new DSW outlet? I still want to get dinner at Blackfish, so we can totally hit that up, too. Oh, and hey, if you want to cam later after Mom's asleep, I know you want to see me in the babydoll I promised I'd model for you!" Jenny added as a tease. "OK, awesome, she'll probably be out by ten. Just text me when you're ready! Love you, bye!" Jenny cut the call and headed back downstairs, the pleats of her deep green, rayon romper with it's bell-sleeves flouncing around her nylon-clad legs. Whether the pleats were meant to enhance or diminish the outline of Jenny's wide hips and lush, bubble ass was an irrelevant debate, as they failed to restrain the overflowing sexuality of the eighteen-year-old self-appointed princess. The keyhole back revealed the band of a lacy black bra, one that gave the teen's 34Ds a nice push up, flaunting her womanhood in spite of the high neckline of the romper. Finished off with 3" Mary Janes, swiss dot patterned pantyhose and a wide-brim black hat, and she looked like a Forever21 model come to voluptuous life.

Mary Van Gorden finished setting her daughter's place just as her child came lighting down the stairs, one hand holding her hat in place as she spun around the bottom banister. Mary couldn't help but roll her eyes in amusement. Jenny's energy seemed bottomless, something that the middle-aged mother couldn't help but notice more and more as she began to slow down. Comparing the two against each other, the family similarities were there, but those stopped at the facial structure. They shared the same plump lower lip and smile, nose, eyes, ears and high cheekbones, but where Mary's hair was dirty-blonde, Jenny's was dark brown. The daughter had an overall lusher figure, while Mary had a much more modest chest at 36C, while her hips were a few inches narrower and her rear nowhere near as robust as the younger woman's. If it weren't for the face, she'd look like the spitting image of her grandmother when she was younger.

"Have a seat, Jenny, I had a long day and I really don't want to be up too late making sure you get fed," Mary said, seating herself and digging into the heaped pile of greens on her plate. As Jenny joined her at the table, Mary couldn't help but admire the woman she's raised. Vibrant, optimistic and pretty smart if she said so herself. She had a bright future before her if she kept her head on her shoulders. Then there was how beautiful she'd become in the last year. Not that Mary hadn't always thought her daughter was a gorgeous girl, it's that seeing her break out of the cocoon of puberty was something she was sure would cause her all kinds of headaches, yet, the nightmare of boys banging down her door never grew louder than a dull roar.

"So, Dawn and I were thinking about checking out the DSW tomorrow," Jenny said between bites of lasagna, "we'll probably grab dinner while we're out, too, so you won't have to cook anything special."

"And who says I won't make something special for myself?" Mary shot back over her wine glass.

Jenny rolled her eyes. "You know what I meant, Mom. So, how was work?"

"It was, well..." Mary sighed, trying not to think about the headache that was waiting for her tomorrow. "Let's just say I've got some cloudy skies ahead for the next week."

"Peter isn't giving you shit again, is he? Is he still mad you turned him down?" Jenny inquired, bringing up an old sore spot for her mother. The one-sided office romance was something she'd tried to bury for two years.

"Thank God, no. That little cubicle troll seems content to try the same tactics on Susan, now. Where'd you girls go today?" Mary asked, trying to change the subject to something less greasy and acne-scarred.

"Oh, um...Forever21, Bebe, Catwalk, the usuals," Jenny replied, not mentioning the fact that she had a brand new arsenal of toys for the budding deviant tucked away in her closet.

"Find anything good?" Mary pressed.

"Why? Trying to steal my style, again, Mom?" Jenny replied mockingly. The statement wasn't far from the truth. The plum, cowl-neck sweater dress Mary was wearing with its faux-leather sides over black faux-leather leggings was entirely a look she found in her daughter's closet. It was on the sexier end of professional wear, but Mary was single and looking...sort of. She hadn't been on a date in months and loneliness was becoming a very real, very looming threat in the days ahead as Jenny began looking at colleges.

"Why, do you have any suggestions?" Ms. Van Gorden shot back with a smirk.

Dinner continued quietly after that, the small talk turning to weather.