Sometimes, people have no idea what they are doing.
That was a truth that Monica knew well, though she had no idea it was about to hit so close to home as she drove her Lexus up the driveway to her spacious residence. The divorce from her husband five years ago, after a rocky fourteen years of marriage, had left her with a nice settlement and a beautiful daughter. She had gone from having no skills in the workforce to a near-six-figure income during those five years. At the same time, her daughter had grown from a gangly teenager into a beautiful young woman. She considered herself very lucky.
Monica stepped out of her car. Having just returned from work, her black business jacket and lacy black skirt clung tightly to her svelte figure and her long straight blonde hair was pulled into a bun at the back of her head. Her makeup was business-like with just a hint of sex-appeal which she had used to full effect over the past several years to help her move forward in her career. She was thirty-six years old and, though she led a busy life, she still found time to visit the gym three times a week. She was in excellent shape. Her breasts were naturally large, her stomach flat, her muscles toned, and her skin tanned. She took excellent care of herself.
When she walked through the back door of her house she noticed that the door had been left unlocked. If her daughter were home there was going to be hell to pay she told herself as she entered her living room. She locked the door behind her and put her purse on the table. After walking through her house for a moment she saw that the light was on in her daughter's bedroom and the door was wide open.
She heard the tinny sound of music blasting out of very small speakers an instant before she stepped into the bedroom and spotted her daughter lying on her bed. Sure enough, she had her iPhone next to her as she played some god-awful loud tune into her earbuds.
Monica sat down on the edge of the bed at her daughter's curled up legs. Her daughter Danielle, whom everyone called Dani, didn't even seem to notice that she was there. She was laying on her side dressed in a very short black faux leather skirt, which from the angle she was laying gave Monica a clear view of her white cotton panties. She wore ugly black boots which left her long pale legs bare.
Monica said, "Hi Dani." When her daughter didn't respond she ran her hand along her daughter's leg, the skin soft and warm under her hand.
Dani looked at her mother, turned off her music, pulled the earbuds from her ears, and sat up. "Hey," she said sadly.
Monica was shocked at what she saw. For a top her daughter wore a black faux leather vest which left her midriff bare. It was only secured with one button leaving a maximum amount of Dani's ample pale cleavage visible. In fact, her right nipple was completely exposed out the top of her bra and the vest. "What are you wearing and why?" she asked indignantly.
As if completely unaware of what she had on, Dani looked down and then just sighed. She brushed her shoulder-length wavy dark hair away from her face and said, "Oh, sorry."
"How many times do I have to talk to you about proper attire? This is unacceptable," Monica scolded her. Dani was eighteen and could do what she wanted but, at the same time, she was still her daughter living in her house. She still felt responsible for her well-being and her behavior.
Tears filled Dani's beautiful green eyes and she said, "I'm really sorry. Kurt came over and made me put it on."
Kurt was Dani's boyfriend. They had been high school sweethearts and Monica fully expected them to eventually marry. To hear that Kurt had done something to make her little girl cry made Monica instantly angry. She was very protective of Dani. "Why are you crying?"
Dani began sobbing, leaned into her mother's embrace, and said, "Oh. Mom, Kurt put his thing in my mouth and then he got mad at me because he said I wasn't doing it right. I thought I knew how to give a blowjob but I guess I don't. And then, he wanted to have sex but I wasn't wet and he said that I must not like sex. Oh, mom, what's wrong with me?"
Monica was angry with Kurt but not shocked at her daughter having sex. She was very close to Dani and they talked about everything. She caressed her daughter's beautiful hair as the girl cried on her shoulder. "There's nothing wrong with you," she cooed to her. "You enjoy using my dildo all the time and you never need lube. It's okay, Dani. Listen, do you love Kurt?"
Dani nodded against her shoulder. Between sobs she volunteered, "I love him so much, mom."
Monica felt an idea begin to stir in her mind. Kurt was a nice kid. He was normally very nice to her daughter and this was so out of character for him. If her daughter loved him, then this was worth fixing. "I've got some ideas to fix this. Come on, let's get you cleaned up. Can you give me his number?"
"Yea," Dani said.
Monica could see that her daughter was hesitant but they trusted each other. Her daughter trusted her enough to tell her what had happened and she would not betray that trust. She'd fix this.
***
Kurt was nervous as Miss Monica Moore, his girlfriend's mother, asked him to sit on the couch in her den. He figured he was in big trouble now. He and Dani had a fight and she must have told her mother. It was humiliating that she knew but what was more concerning was that he didn't know where his future lay. He loved Dani and he had been assuming they would get married but now he wasn't so sure.
When Miss Moore called him on his cell phone earlier and asked him to come back to her house, he had unenthusiastically agreed. He figured she was going to chew him out for fighting with Dani and forbid him to see her anymore. He didn't want that, regardless of their fight.
He was still wearing his green t-shirt and beige cargo pants from earlier. The sun had set since he had last been in Dani's mother's house, casting everything into shadow but for the lamps on either side of the soft couch. He sat down and fidgeted.
Miss Moore walked to the couch next to him and looked down at him. He glanced up at her and she had a serious look on her beautiful face. Though he loved Dani, he had always had a little crush on her mother. She was really hot and always treated him really nice.
"Kurt, think carefully before you answer this question for me," she told him.
He nodded.
"Are you in love with Dani?"
Kurt considered that and even given the fight he still loved her dearly. He nodded and said, "Yes, ma'am."
She looked at him and then slowly nodded. "Okay, well, Dani told me what you did. Now, I'm not mad, but we do have a little problem here."
Kurt's face went pale. She knew! He figured that she knew but now it was confirmed. He was so embarrassed over the fight and he certainly didn't want Miss Moore to know the details. How much had Dani told her?
Miss Moore took off her black jacket, revealing a pretty pink tank top underneath. She tossed the jacket onto a nearby chair and released her hair from the bun at the back of her head. She shook her head and let her long blond locks fall across her shoulders. Then she kicked off her black heels and sat on the arm of the couch to the left of Kurt.
Kurt didn't move. He had no idea what was about to happen and he didn't want to do the wrong thing, so he just watched Miss Moore. She was everything he wanted Dani to be when she got older. He heard that if you want to know what your girlfriend will look like when she's older, look at her mother. Well, if that were true, Dani would only get more beautiful with age.
Miss Moore turned to her right on the soft cushioned arm of the couch, facing Kurt, her right hand on his shoulder and her right knee beside his shoulder. She kicked her left leg out and draped it across his left leg.
Kurt was startled by the closeness of Miss Moore. She had often hugged him or given him a quick kiss on the cheek when he visited but she had never put herself this close to him. He felt his cock begin to fill out his pants and he tried to will it to go back down. Jeans might be able hide an erection, but not cargo pants.
Miss Moore said, "See, the problem is, I just don't think you know what you're doing."
