That afternoon, Meredith met Karen – one of her best friends – for lunch at Meredith’s request. She had called Karen minutes after the pool incident and told her she needed to talk; Karen suggested they go out for lunch.
“So, Beth’s home,” Meredith began as their Sauvignon Blancs arrived.
“Oh,” Karen replied, “is that why you called? Did you two have a fight?”
“No, no. She brought home a guy…her boyfriend; they’ve been going out for about three months.”
“Okay,” she replied, “what’s the problem?”
“The problem,” Meredith said with a sigh, “is that he’s an absolute stud.” She paused, then continued, “and he has made it pretty clear…he wants me.”
“What?!” Karen exclaimed in a loud whisper.
Meredith nodded and took a big sip from her glass of wine. “He’s made it abundantly clear that he would like nothing more than to say he’s had mother and daughter.”
“How do you know? Could it just be your imagination?”
Meredith scoffed at the suggestion, “No. Let’s just say I am absolutely certain.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I know what I should do,” Meredith replied, “but it’s too late for that.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, let’s just say that I haven’t shut him down.” As soon as she spoke the words, she felt guilty.
“Meredith, this is your daughter’s boyfriend. He’s obviously a player who just wants another conquest. Personally, I think it’s sick that he wants to have sex with Beth and,” she whispered, “her mother. What kind of person does that?”
The kind of person that knows he can get away with it, Meredith thought.
“You’re right,” Meredith finally said, not completely convinced, “I need to shut him down and let him know there’s chance.” Meredith almost convinced herself she would do it, but as she drove back home, the closer she got to the house, the more conflicted she became. She didn’t want to betray Beth but she also was sex-starved – and he was this hot, young guy – what was she going to do? She didn’t know but she figured she would soon find out.
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Elizabeth wiggled her panties down her shapely legs that were the result (at least in part) of riding her bike to campus no matter the weather, and kicked them to the side before stepping into the shower. She loved the feel of the hot water cascading down her body from the rain shower head her mother had recently installed in the upstairs guest bathroom. She often found herself, especially on the weekends, spending extra time in the shower, savoring the sensation. Maybe just for a minute, she thought, as she rubbed and pinched her sensitive nipples, her thoughts drifting to her boyfriend, and the clandestine sex they had the previous night in the downstairs family room, her mother just two floors away. Within seconds, her nipples were fully erect, allowing Beth to pinch and pull them away from her ample bosom. She moaned softly when she let her hand fall to her womanhood and felt the extent of her desires. Placing her other hand against the tiled wall, Beth decided that she couldn’t wait for Mike; she needed to come now.