The Adventures of a Slut Mommie 13: Daddy Knows Best Part 1.
Hello readers, welcome back to my adventures. If you remember, we parted after my date with Freddy Singleton ended in his uncleaned apartment. I demanded that he took me home but forgave him enough to suggest he made it up to me the following day. When I got home, my son Johnny took me to task for adding three more lovers, my friends Patty, Maggie, and Allie. After he'd finished disciplining me, Patty, my son, my girls, and I spent the night making love. That's where I take up my story.
Looking back through my story, it seems as though I begin almost every chapter mentioning my recalcitrant bladder. So let's assume, as a given, that happened, and I was in the kitchen wearing only my shorty silk robe sometime after that daily event.
Jennifer was the first to join me in the kitchen on Wednesday morning. My robe, unnoticed by me, had ridden up, and my voluptuous bottom showed above the stool. Jennifer caressed my welts as she snuggled into my back. Her firm C-cups pressed against my back as her right hand slid inside my robe and cupped my heavy left breast globe.
"Morning, Momma," she hummed as she kissed along my shoulder.
Turning to face her, I kissed her sexy lips and asked, "What's with everyone suddenly calling my Momma?"
"What do you mean?" Jennifer asked innocently.
"First, Freddy. Now you. Are you telling me that I'm getting old?"
"Heavens, no!" Jennifer averred. "It's just that Katie doesn't really describe our relationship to you, and Miss Katie is only used when you're teaching us. Plus, you growl at us when we call you Mrs Muggleton. So, we decided to call you Momma because that's how you are to us. Our big, bad Momma, who is teaching us how to be better people."
"So now I'm getting fat as well as old?" I teased. She looked confused, so I explained, "You called me Momma—old. Now you're saying I'm big—fat."
Trying to look serious but given away by the ever-present twinkle in her eye, Jennifer replied, "Well, Momma, we've all been too scared to say something, but ..."
"You're not so big that I can't put you over my knee and spank you," I reminded her.
Immediately leaning over my thighs, Jennifer flipped her skirt up, revealing the tiniest thong you can imagine, and said, "Oh, Momma, would you? Please?"
Laughing, I pulled the 'string' from between her ass cheeks and caressed her clitty. Jennifer moaned and parted her luscious thighs, so I slid my middle finger into her pussy and slowly stroked it in and out. My first and third fingers stroked Jennifer's clitoris as I did.
"Can any of us get some of that?" Patty asked as she wandered into the kitchen.
"Sure," I replied, deliberately misunderstanding. "I made a pot of coffee. It's on the warmer. Help yourself."
Giggling, Jennifer stood and welcomed Patty to the kitchen by pressing her voluptuous body to the taller woman's and then kissing her passionately before casually groping Patty's barely covered ass. Patty returned the kiss as she fingered Jennifer's vulva.
"Oi, slut!" Charmaine jokingly snapped from the doorway. "That's my older bitch you're groping!" She pressed her nightie-covered breasts against Pattie's back and joined the hug.
I sighed loudly and theatrically put the back of my wrist against my forehead. "Thrown over for a skinnier model," I joked. "Whatever shall I do?"
"Hah!" Jennifer playfully responded. "You're not the one that petite witch called bitch!"
"Oh!" Patty, who gasped almost as theatrically as I had, responded. "That means Charmaine called me 'slut'! Whatever shall I do?"
Laughing together, we moved into a group hug and exchanged soft, loving kisses. These weren't what we shared earlier that morning. This was four people showing each other how much they were loved. My heart swelled as I saw how my two young charges had accepted Patty into their midst and were doing their best to help her through her breakup. I could not have been prouder of them.
Johnny and Gina came in as we broke apart. The girls swung into action and began making theirs and my breakfast as I turned the grill on and made Johnny's. It was Wednesday morning, so I knew Johnny, Phil, and Freddy would only eat a light breakfast before they met at the gym. All three may have lost their AFL careers, but they trained as if they were still playing.
Johnny had an offer from The Aspley Hornets to play in the NEAFL for them. He hadn't decided yet but was leaning towards taking them up on their offer. As a tall, big-boned, almost man, his physical development wouldn't end until his mid-twenties at the earliest. Therefore, there was a good chance his best playing days were still ahead of him.
Phil had never wanted to be a professional footballer and was already playing for The Morningside Panthers in the third-tier QAFL. Freddy stopped playing when The Lions hadn't signed him from their rookie list. Phil wanted Freddy to 'come out of retirement' and play for his team, but Freddy still carried the scars from his father's disparaging dismissal of him and his abilities when The Lions hadn't signed him.
I finished cooking Johnny's two rashers of bacon and two eggs on toast 'light breakfast' and took a cup of coffee and a banana and pear smoothie from Charmaine. Repairing to the kitchen table, we laughed and joked as we enjoyed our repast.
After eating, my girls, Johnny and Gina, left to get ready for their days. Gina, Charmaine and Jennifer were off to their uni classes. Johnny would meet his mates at the gym before going into their studio.
That left myself and Patty at home. I looked at the clock and saw I, too, needed to shower and prepare for my day. Patty followed me into the shower, but other than some soft and loving kisses, we didn't do anything sexual. The previous night had been an erotic masterpiece, and even this insatiable slut mommie was satisfied ... for now.
After showering and doing my hair and makeup, I put on my pearl white, sleeveless, draped collar satin top. Below that, I pulled on my black, high-waisted miniskirt. The skirt had a side split held together by decorative gold buttons. It was long enough to be decent for the workplace but short enough to show off my long, toned, tanned thighs and legs. On my feet, I wore a pair of plain black wedge-heeled sandals. I didn't bother with panties or a bra.
