MOTHER'S DAY (A Lesbian Tale) - Sex Stories

MOTHER'S DAY (A Lesbian Tale)

MOTHER’S DAY (a lesbian tale) Anna was the first to get to the hotel restaurant. She was always early at these things. In her early 40s, Anna had a high-strung job with the bank and had trouble relaxing even when it came to day-to-day events. She looked around nervously and wrung her hands. The hotel lobby was full of people but she couldn’t see her mother or Ashley. She hoped nobody had had cold feet and cancelled. Her cellphone was on and nobody had called. Finally she saw a hand waving. It was Ashley with a lady she figured was her mother. She hugged Ashley, whom she shared an office with, her cell-mate as she called her. The two women were somewhat extremes in looks and behavior. Anna was short, dark-haired and pudgy while Ashley was a tall blonde with small breasts. Ashley was as calm as Anna was nervous. They were about the same age. Both were still dressed in their skirt and blouse outfits they wore at work. “Anna, this is my mother Joanne”, smiled Ashley “I’m so glad to meet you Joanne…or should I call you Mrs. Wringley ?”, blushed Anna “Please…it’s Joanne”, answered Ashley’s mother who was more Anna’s height. “Ashley told me so much about you, it’s great to finally meet you”, giggled Anna. Joanne’s face was quite tanned and beginning to show some wrinkles. She was 59 and slim but showed some interesting curves above and under her waist. Unless she dyed her hair, she looked like a brunette with lots of fun left in her. “One other person I was promised to meet is your ...

... mother…is she planning on showing up ?”, laughed Joanne. “There she is”, cried Anna, spotting her rather tall mother, with her habitual high-fashion leather bag swung over her shoulder. Bess was the caricature of herself, the fashion model who never stopped. At 60 she still posed for some department store catalogues but now more for winter coats than for bikinis. She did have a great figure, but things were beginning to hang a bit more at that age. She wore a short light coat over a medium-length black dress. She had learned that the “little black dress” always worked. Bess greeted her daughter, then Ashley whom she had already met and finally threw her arms around Joanne. “Don’t think anything of it, I do that to all the beautiful women I meet”, she gushed “I think the tone is set”, answered Joanne to her daughter with a wink, “Let’s get on with dinner”. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- First the women had a drink at the bar and then moved to the suite which had been reserved and where dinner was to be served. Anna had asked for the food to be delivered and kept hot but that she and Ashley would take care of the service themselves. The suite had a dining area, a sitting room, a master bedroom and a smaller bedroom for k**s or guests. Bess and Joanne were sitting at the dining table and chatting. If Bess looked like a fashion model a bit over the hill, Joanne looked very business-like. She had ...