Adele Madison is thirty two years old.
Her blonde hair is perfectly soft and shines in the sunlight when she sits out on the deck of her perfect home. She has firm 32C breasts and her body is toned from strenuous gym sessions with her personal trainer. She has wide set blue eyes and a seductive smile.
Adele Madison has never been married because she says she doesnât believe one should be tied down to one person all their lives and love is not just a signed marriage license.
She has a string of lovers including her Spanish man-servant Jose. She likes Jose because he only sleeps with her, and Adele never thought he would delve into the barely legal depths of her teenage daughter.
Adele wasnât sure whether or not having Sherry to stay was the best idea. She hasnât seen her daughter since she was ten years old. Sherry lived with her dad in the city.
Now Sherry was eighteen years old and wanted to see her mother again. Adele didnât like people to know she had an eighteen year old daughter so she rarely spoke of Sherry-Rose Madison. It was a shock when she received the phone call from her.
âMomâŚ?â The voice was hesitant. Adele knew immediately who it was. She only had one child.
She drew in a deep breath, then forced herself to speak with her usual lilt. âSherry! How lovely to hear from you!â
âMom, I canât believe itâs really you! Do you know how hard it was to get an address for you! And of course me and dad moved around a lot so I guess youâve been trying to get in touch with me too huh?â
âOh.. yes, yes I have. Itâs wonderful to speak to you honey,â
âI was wondering if I could come and stay with you for a while over the summer?â Sherry asked carefully. Adele couldnât refuse.
So she was due to arrive any minute and Adele sat at the kitchen table sipping a glass of Perrier, keeping one eye on the window for Sherryâs taxi.
Sure enough the taxi pulled up and Adele barely recognised the bouncy blonde that jumped out the passenger door.
Sherry gathered her bags and hauled them up to the front door.
Adele threw open the door and clasped a hand over her mouth. âSherry! Havenât you grown up!â
Indeed she had. Sherry had inherited her motherâs blonde hair and blue eyes except Sherryâs were wider, and more innocent. Her nose was turned up and sprinkled with freckles and her smile was big, showing two rows of perfect white teeth and to top it all off - dimples.
The day was hot, very hot even for Florida and Sherry wore a pair of short denim cutoffs, tennis shoes and a white sleeveless top that she had tied just below her pert little tits and exposed a toned midriff. Her sun-tanned skin glowed in the light and she brushed a loose strand of hair from her face before hugging her mom.
âWow mom I canât believe Iâm really here!â
Adele couldnât either. Her daughter had grown up to be a cute little teen with a body to die for.
âCome inside and Iâll get Jose to put your bags away in the guest room,â
Jose appeared behind Adele and took in the delicious sight of Sherry before picking up her bags and taking them away.
âUgh Iâm dying for a shower, do you mind mom?â Adele shook her head and pointed to her room.
âYou have an en-suite in your bedroom honey,â
Sherry grinned and sauntered off. Her taut little ass encased in the tighter than tight denim.