After many months together, Charlie confided the full extent of his fantasy to Bonnie. He'd been hesitant to tell her about it, but when he did, the revelation tied their already close-knit union even tighter. She saw that it made him hard, and as usual, when she saw his excitement her eagerness to please him grew in proportion to it.
The fantasy wasn't much of a secret by that point. Bonnie could see that her daughter had an effect on Charlie. It didn't bother her; she thought it was cute. As the mother of a popular and sought after girl, she was proud of Chelsea, and pleased that Charlie found her attractive.
Chels was stunning after all, and getting more beautiful with each passing year. Many people remarked on her resemblance to her mom and Bonnie took that as a great compliment. She understood though, that no matter how pretty she herself was, a big-boobed, skinny eighteen year old with a fresh face was a hard thing for a sexual man like Charlie not to notice.
Along with Chelsea's beautiful face and bountiful body, she also had considerable confidence. She had worked hard as a competitive cheerleader throughout her high school years, traveling to competitions around her state and a few times nationally. She was worldly beyond her years and comfortable around boys, appreciating the ample attention they paid her. Bonnie was proud of this trait too. She was never as comfortable around the opposite sex when she was a schoolgirl. It wasn't until well after her divorce--when she'd met Charlie to be precise--that her sexuality began to bloom.
As Charlie and Bonnie's relationship developed, he became less guarded about sneaking peeks at Chelsea. He'd stand by the kitchen sink at Bonnie's house and stare out the window to the driveway where Chelsea washed her car in shorts and a tank top...or he'd glance at her as she stood tip-toed in the butler's pantry reaching for a flower vase high on a shelf. Bonnie and Charlie would be playing cards at the kitchen table and his eyes would zero in on Chelsea's flat tummy as her blouse rode up. Bonnie would wait patiently, letting him soak in the sight for a few moments before giggling and reminding him it was his turn to play a card.
As Charlie and Bonnie grew closer, she would sometimes tease him about her daughter. In June, shortly after Chelsea's high school graduation, Bonnie mentioned as they talked on the phone that Chelsea was mowing the lawn in her bathing suit. Charlie laughed, and asked for more details. Bonnie coiled the phone cord around her finger and cocked her head to the side while looking to the backyard.
"Well, it's a yellow string bikini. Her boobs are on full display in it, baby. They're Ds, bigger than mine, and firmer. They point straight out, with just the slightest jiggle when she walks. She's keeping her lawn mower lines straight, I'll say that for her."
"Oh, baby, you're killing me," Charlie replied.
Another time, on a stifling hot early summer's day while again on the phone, Bonnie told Charlie that Chelsea was asleep on her bed, stripped down to a lacy white bra and thong set in front of a fan.
No doubt, Charlie got excited hearing comments like these. He loved the fact that Bonnie enjoyed teasing him in this way. But Bonnie went slowly with the banter, careful not to dangle her newly-of-age daughter in front of him too blatantly. As much as he longed to be teased, only occasionally would she paint those pretty pictures for him. For Charlie's part, he was careful too. He went a long time before letting on to the extent of his imagination. Eventually, Charlie confessed how much he liked Bonnie's teasing, and that's all she needed to hear to step it up a notch.
One evening while they were in bed after hours of lovemaking, she told Charlie she'd seen her daughter earlier that day on the front curb with her new boyfriend. Chelsea was part of a summer cheering program and was headed to a nearby state university for an overnight cheering competition. She was waiting for a friend from the squad to pick her up. She was wearing short-shorts and a baby doll top that hardly kept her big boobs from spilling out the sides. Bonnie had watched out the living room window as Chelsea teased her boyfriend mercilessly, lifting the blouse slightly and twisting her torso, drawing an imaginary line with her forefinger connecting many tiny chigger bites on her flat tummy.
When Bonnie described the scene to Charlie, he blurted, "Those lucky chiggers!" before having a chance to stop himself. Then he asked if the boyfriend had gone to the competition with her.
"No, thank God," Bonnie replied. "I don't trust that boy. I don't think he's all that genuine. I think Chelsea's still a virgin, but I'm concerned."
Becoming bolder with his comments, Charlie said, "Well, maybe she was just giving him a little glimpse of her tummy so she wouldn't have to give him more. You know, give him an image he could make himself cum to later, so she wouldn't have to do it for him."
Preferring to tease Charlie instead of ponder Chelsea and her boyfriend's sex life, Bonnie said, "Or, maybe you'll store the image so you can come later!"
Charlie laughed and rolled on top of her, tickling her and smothering her with kisses. They had made love only a half hour earlier but suddenly Charlie was hard again. Like always, Bonnie let him do whatever he desired.
Yes, Bonnie was proud of Chelsea. Proud of her angelic face, proud of her sinful body, proud of her devil-may-care attitude. So much so, that after Charlie had asked a third time, Bonnie secretly shot a photograph of a bikini-clad Chelsea to give to him.
When Charlie had first asked for a photograph, Bonnie pretended not to hear the request. She wanted to please him, but she wasn't sure she could go that far, and doubted she'd be able to snap a picture without Chelsea wondering what it was for. But Charlie has his ways of getting what he wants from Bonnie. He persisted, and before long, Bonnie figured a way to give him what he wanted. The fact was, she liked Charlie having what he desired, and liked being the one providing it.
It had always been this way between them. Charlie would coax Bonnie about one sexual thing or another, and Bonnie would happily acquiesce. When she was married, her husband was very strict with her and not at all sexual. He would have a fit if she so much as showed her legs in public. After her divorce, and within weeks of meeting Charlie, she found herself being opened up to all sorts of previously closed worlds.
