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“Are you okay, mom?” Roxy asked. Janet looked up. “I’m fine, honey. Why do you ask?” “You’ve looked kinda distracted all day.” The coffee shop was closed and the wash-up staff had left. “I’m just worrying about business, as usual,” Janet replied. “Should I be worried? Are we in trouble?” Her mother laughed nervously. “No. Everything is fine. You saw how busy we were tonight. I reckon we should think about hiring another waitress.” “How about Lori?” “You think I haven’t thought of that? Your sister has already made it clear that she intends to sit on her ass until college opens in September. Lori would sooner close her Facebook account than work as a waitress.” The ringing of Roxy’s phone interrupted the conversation. Neither she nor Janet moved as she raised it to her ear. “Oh, hi babe,” she said loudly. “Yeah, I’ve just finished work. You wanna do something?” Janet turned away. She knew who her daughter was talking to. She could still taste Sherri’s pussy. “I’ll be there in about half an hour. Yeah, me too.” Roxy palmed her phone. “Can we talk later, mom? Sherri wants to meet up. I’ll probably stay at her place tonight.” Janet forced a smile. “Have fun.” “We will. I have a change of clothes in the office.” Janet followed her. She watched her daughter kick off her flat shoes and slip out of her pink waitress dress. All she wore underneath was her white istanbul travesti lace underwear and skin toned pantyhose. “Sherri is a very lucky girl,” said Janet. Roxy stared at her. “What do you mean, mom?” “You know exactly what I mean, honey. You two are more than just friends.” “Oh, that!” “Yes, that. Not that it’s any of my business.” “It isn’t! Sorry, mom, but what’s to tell? I’m gay. It’s not like you haven’t known for ages.” “I just assumed ….” Janet cleared her throat awkwardly. “I thought you might want to talk about it. That’s all.” “Talk about what, exactly? Would you want to know if some guy was fucking me? I’m not a child, mom. I don’t ask you about your sex life.” “I’m not judging you, honey,” Janet protested. “I just thought you might appreciate my support. Forgive me for being a caring mother.” Roxy looked at the floor, then rushed forward and hugged her. “I’m sorry, mom,” she said earnestly. “I know you care and I didn’t mean to sound like an ungrateful bitch.” As she raised her head, Janet kissed her on the lips. Roxy reciprocated for a few seconds, before abruptly withdrawing. “Wow, mom!” she gasped. “Take it easy. I’m glad you’re cool with this, but you don’t have to make out with me.” Janet blushed. “Sorry. It’s just …” “Just what?” “Well, you’re so hot, honey. You have a fantastic body. I guess istanbul travestileri I’m just jealous.” Roxy laughed. “There’s no need, mom. Have you looked in the mirror lately? You’re in great shape.” “That’s not what I meant.” Roxy frowned. “What did you mean?” “I’m jealous of Sherri having you as her girlfriend. I wish …” She stopped. “It doesn’t matter.” “You sound like a lesbian, mom.” “Only because I am. Closet doors are swinging open tonight, honey.” “No way!” Roxy gasped. “You’ve never suspected?” “No! Why should I? You have two daughters. How could you be a lesbian?” “Lori was two years old when your father and I got divorced,” Janet reminded her. “Why do you think I haven’t found a new husband these past sixteen years?” “I don’t know. I always assumed it was because you were too busy raising us and running this place. To be honest, I never thought much about it. You’ve always just been mom. That’s a compliment, by the way.” Janet smiled. “It’s probably the best compliment I could ever wish for. Do you think I should tell Lori?” “I don’t know, mom. Are you planning on introducing us to your girlfriend anytime soon?” “There is no girlfriend,” Janet replied. “Maybe I’m having a midlife crisis, but I feel like I’ve been living a lie for far too long. I’m not sure how your sister would take it.” “She doesn’t travesti istanbul hate lesbians, if that’s what you’re worried about.” “She told you that?” “She knows all about me and Sherri and she’s totally cool with it,” Roxy replied. “Actually, I was quite surprised by her reaction.” “You told her?” “Not exactly. She kinda caught me and Sherri in a compromising position, a few days ago.” “Sounds intriguing,” Janet purred. “And what exactly were you two naughty little girls doing together?” Roxy blushed. “Use your imagination, mom.” “Are you sure you want me to do that?” The young blonde giggled nervously. “Maybe not. The point is, Lori knows and she doesn’t have an issue with it. In fact, it’s brought us closer together.” “So it’s all good,” Janet concluded. “Still, I don’t think I’ll go making any big announcement just yet. Now, you’d better get dressed.” As she turned to leave, Roxy grabbed her arm. “Mom, when you kissed me before …” “I’m sorry, honey. I don’t know what I was thinking.” “It’s okay. I liked it. You just took me by surprise.” “It won’t happen again.” “Not even if I want it to?” Janet was shocked. “Roxy, I’m your mother. We shouldn’t even be having this conversation.” “Whatever you say, mom.” Roxy kissed her. Janet’s first instinct was to push her away, but the fantasy that had scorched through her brain earlier that day, when she was eating Sherri’s pussy, was still fresh in her mind. This might be wrong in every possible way, but it was what she wanted. As the passion of their kiss intensified, she drew her daughter tightly against her, sliding her hands up over her nylon sheathed hips and around to cup the swell of her buttocks.

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