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JULIE PEPLINSKA
Years before that fateful day when Max found Gloria lying naked on the beach, she and her daughter Julie lived by themselves in their cosy secluded farmhouse, surrounded by miles of bright green sugarcane, a remote coastline and the high, blue sky.
Like all moms, Gloria had always thought her daughter was pretty, but as she girl grew up, the proud mother watched the little girl shed her everyday cuteness like an old coat. Seemingly growing and reshaping before Gloria's eyes, the gangly teenager blossomed into a superb looking young woman - not simply beautiful but sexy and desirable - a younger version of herself.
It was a resemblance that Gloria began to find enticing.
The more Julie grew to look like her mom, the more beautiful she became. She had her mother's perfect oval face, the same luscious hooded eyes and aquiline nose, and her body - athletic but supremely feminine - and the same big, bell-shaped breasts that seemed to grow visibly larger every day. She had strong thighs and shapely calves... the same long brown legs as her mom. Julie even styled her thick, jet black hair the same as Gloria - long and wavy, over her shoulders like Angelina Jolie.
Their similarities weren't lost on Julie either. The teenager had recognised how beautiful her mother was at a very early age, following her around like a lost puppy. She saw how people of all ages and sexes admired and flirted with her mom and Julie loved the way a room would fall silent when her mother walked in. She was everything the star-struck girl wanted to be.
Like taking the first steps on a long journey, their affair started innocently enough. Their natural affection gradually became more and more a mutual attraction, each year becoming more intense... more tactile. Over time they grew closer than any mother and daughter had any right to be.
At first, Gloria worried that her husband would think their closeness was inappropriate but Jim didn't appear to mind. He seemed to love that they were so close, even encouraged it. Gloria began to realise he was getting off watching them, inventing sexy mother-daughter fantasies in his big stupid head.
For a long time, she turned a blind eye, putting up with his joblessness, his alcoholism and his limp useless cock but his progressively more outrageous behaviour started to worry her. She began to see him jerking off when she and Julie were playing around, becoming more and more obvious as time went on. Innocent pillow fights in the lounge room, or splashing about in the old above ground pool in their bikinis, or their Sunday afternoon cuddles in front of the television, were all erotic fantasies to him. Even Julie noticed.
"Oh god momma," she'd say. "He's doing it again..."
Turning to look Gloria would invariably catch him ducking out of sight, back into the gloom of the hallway or behind a hedge. "Grow up Jim for god's sake!'
When she began to find her teenage daughter's panties caked with cum she knew something had to be done.
Coming home early from work one day she found Jimbo outside the house peering through the bathroom window. He was drunk as a skunk, swaying back and forth, with a bottle of bourbon in one hand and his cock in the other. His pants were down around his knees and he was jerking off, moaning and groaning between taking long gurgling pulls from the nearly empty bottle... way too preoccupied to notice his wife sneaking up behind him.
When she looked over his shoulder and saw Julie in the shower, soaping her gorgeous body, jets of warm steamy water cascading down her perfect figure, something snapped in her gentle, long-suffering mind and within the space of an hour, the lives of Gloria and Julie Peplinska changed forever.
Gloria saw red. Snatching up the first weapon that came to hand (a long handle shovel that was leaning conveniently against the side of the house) she brought it way back over her shoulder like a baseball bat before swinging it with all her might, hitting him hard across the side of the head.
The pervert went down like the sack of shit he was.
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU LOUSY PIECE OF SHIT," she screamed.
All of her bottled up unhappiness, distaste and rage exploding... Lifting the shovel up again, she slammed it down on his shoulders as he tried to stand up.
"GET OUT!" "GET OUT!" "GET OUT!"
Another hard swing across his bare naked ass as he tried to get up flattened him a third time.
When she finally let him onto his knees he looked up at her in fear. He was big enough and physically strong enough to do whatever he wanted but he was a coward at heart and the look of blind hatred on Gloria's face, panting with rage, made him cower.
He went.
A little later, as he stormed out of the house, a duffle full of possessions over his shoulder, a measure of bravado returned.
"You fuckin' bitches'll NEVER SEE ME AGAIN!" he screamed drunkenly.
"I've had 'nough o be'in second fuckin" fiddle 'roun 'ere... you cunts can 'ave each fuckin' other!"
As the two women watched him stumble into his car. Julie put her arm around Gloria's waist and lay her head on her mother's breast. Her sweet beautiful mom was not used to angry altercations and the girl could see she was upset. She could feel her heart beating fast...
When he wound down the window for a parting shot he saw them arm in arm.
"FUCKIN' LESSO'S'" he shrieked and took off down the driveway in a hail of gravel, out through the gates and down the highway.
"I... I... thought he was so handsome when I was younger," Gloria gasped, as they watched the car dwindle into the distance. "And he... he... turned into that..."
"He was a pig momma," said Julie, squeezing her mom tight. "He used to look at me... and play with himself."
"I'm sorry baby," muttered Gloria, kissing the top of her daughters head. "I should have taken better care..."
"I hate them all," sobbed the naive young girl. "If you weren't here to stand up for me..."
