Like mother, like daughter | |||
Author: Chris-t6290 ![]() | |||
Added: Jan 10 2011 | Views / Reads: 3395 / 2357 [69%] | Story vote: 9.71 (7 votes) | |
Introduction: Julie, and her daughter Sandra, lived alone after her husband had walked out on them both. Sandra, now 18 years of age, was attending college, but their life together wasn’t always easy. | |||
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"Sandy dear, would you come here a minute, I want to talk with you," Julie tells her. "I'm not finished dressing yet mother," Sandra replies. "Well come down anyway," she insists. To which Sandy complies, even though she is only half dressed and still brushing her hair. "What do you want mother?" She brazenly asks, her small but firm breasts on display. Unperturbed, Sandra's mother says: "I've received a letter from your tutor. Have you been behaving yourself, young lady?" "Oh stop it mother, you picking on me, "Sandra replies. "I want an answer," Julie insists." "I've been a perfect doll, mother," Sandra says. "Now look here, don't get smart with me young lady," Julie scolds. "Who are you to tell me not to go out with any boy I want to, you can't seem to control yourself with the neighbours, let alone strange men, so if that's all you want, I need to finish dressing, or I'll be late for class, and that will be your fault, mummy dear."
Sandra of course was right. Later that day, when Julie was finishing off writing a letter, there was a knock at the back door, "Who is it?" She says. "Oh, Mr Thomas, I wasn't expecting you to deliver my car today, how is it?" Julie enquires. "As quiet as a mouse now," he confirms. "How much do I owe you?" She asks him. "£52-75 but hey, call it £52 dead," he tells her. "Is a cheque alright?" Julie proffers. Mark, ...
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