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Date Posted: Friday, June 18, 2010, 03:21: am
Beth Wright was really looking forward to a relaxing day. Ironically, the thirty-four year old mother was running in circles trying to get her kids off and ready to go swimming at her friend's house Norma Wilson. I use the term "friend" very loosely. Beth's daughter knew Norma's daughter and Norma, unbeknowsted to Beth, had a bug up her butt about a lot of things, but specifically proving she was a better mother, woman, and human being.
Beth was a beautiful, carefree woman. She assumed Norma had wonderful intentions inviting her 11 year old daughter Carrie over to her luxurious home with a swimming pool. Norma had even offered to also take 7 year old Timmy off her hands for a day.
Although Beth had 10 minutes before the Wilson clan came, she had failed to dress herself. Carrie had issued numerous complaints to her mother in the past concerning walking about not fully dressed, but Carrie was in the bathroom beautifying the lovely immature genetic model which was her mother. By not fully dressed, I mean thin white underpants and a bra. Beth had gained about 5 lbs since highschool, it had formed a very thin, soft barrier the spread equally around her hourglass figure.
Not to say the mother hadn't been seen roaming the house in her birthday suit, but finding her half-dressed in the mornings would be much more common. Timmy, although he had light dark-hair and freckles resembling his father, his personality and spirit took after his mother. After all, he had the bare flesh to prove he was his mother's son.
The young boy wandered around bottomless, oblivious to his mother walking in his room, "Timmy, Sweetheart, where is your underwear?" Timmy looked down bewildered as if to confirm the wild claim of his mother.
After a delayed reaction, Timmy at last gave am explanation. "Mommy, I want to wear my swimsuit instead, but I can't find them in my drawer!"
Beth sighed sweetly, "Now, Sweetie, we talked about this, Mrs. Wilson may have other things to do at her house besides swimming. It might get crowded with your sister, Annie, and if her brothers are there too.... Timmy, maybe you should wait and change when you get there."
"Mommy, please, I'll wear shorts on top, so I'll be ready just IN CASE I get to go swimming!"
The mother's beautiful face smirked at her son's modest, yet simple request, "Ok, Sweetie, your swimsuit is on my bed, it should still be warm I just got them out of the drrrr-" Timmy bolted out of his room paying no regard that his mother got a gander at his bare rear end as he ran out his room across the hall to his mother's. Of course, it hadn't seemed to phase him either that he had a bare front seconds earlier while speaking to his mother.
Beth walked across the hall and peeked inside her door once again seeing her little boy's bare bottom as he looked on her bed, "Timmy, Sweetie, your blue trunks are over toward the head of the bed, that's it, I just bought them last week, those yellow ones you had before were to too tight on you." Timmy smiled as he grabbed his swimming trunks and made his way out the hall again. "Sweeheart, aren't you forgetting something?" The young boy burrowed his eyebrows in bewilderment at his mother. "Your sister is in the bathroom down the hall, I think she wouldn't appreciate stepping out to find her brother, naked, do you?
Timmy actually found humor in exposing his naked rear end to his sister and hearing her "ewww, gross" comments. His nakedness got a good of a reaction as any slimy toad or bug placed on his sister's bed. It had been a good month since his sister saw his birthday suit and Timmy feared another, "stop showing your hiney" lecture from his mother. It was the word, he hated cutesy words to describe the word BUTT. While Timmy found the words his mother used to describe his backside condescending, his mother found the word butt to be almost obscene, and had to express to her son that his body was precious to her and no crude word would do. The boy rolled his eyes as his mother and him then again had this unspoken misunderstanding as she rewarded his bottom with a gentle slap as he pulled his swmming trunks to his belly button.
Carrie had just a few seconds earlier opened the bathroom door, which could only mean she was nearly done with her beautification ritual and nearly ready to present herself to the outside world. A few final touches, of course she still wasn't old enough to put on makeup, but she spent much time washing and grooming her face and hair, adjusting her clothes. Carrie was a very pretty little blond girl, just like her mother was when she was her age, but that wasn't good enough for the young girl. She HATED being 11, she wasn't a little girl, and not yet a teenager "woman" who had boobs and a period. Her body was in transition, she saw it as hideous, she was jealous of her mom and how pretty she got to look.
Beth was still in just her bra and panties and was about to run down the hall passed the window to the laundry room to get dressed when she was startled by a hideous noise coming from her son's room. She stopped hoping against hope it was her imagination, but there it was again. A horrible deep-throat cough coming from Timmy no doubt. The startled young mother bursted through the door and without so much as a greeting, gently placed her hand on her son's forehead, "Oh, God, Honey you are burning up. Breathe deep and cough one more time for Mommy." Timmy obeyed and reluctantly let out the evidence that he was entirely too sick to go out swimming on such a fine summer day.
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