The Weekly Ritual - Sex Stories

The Weekly Ritual

... on my best posh British accent and drape the back of my hand on my forehead, feigning exhaustion. "Oh my heavens, Lady Amy, do not get me started on the travails of the day!"

I kick off my shoes by the door and wriggle my toes, relishing the feeling of my socked feet on the soft carpet.

"Between the dreadfully dull lessons from my teachers and the positively uncouth behavior of the common folk, I am quite exhausted and in need of some reprieve."

I let out an exaggerated sigh as I make my way into the kitchen, shrugging off my backpack next to one of the chairs. "But alas, I am finally home, where I can relax and enjoy some civilized company for a change."

I sneak a peek at the oven, my posh facade breaking for a moment. "Oh dang, is that brownies I spy in there?" I ask in my regular voice.

Mom laughs, "Why yes, Lady Eva, I did bake some brownies for us this evening. I do hope it will lift your spirits after the day's troubles."

She grabs two spoons from the silverware drawer, her breasts swaying slightly under the grey fabric as she maintains her posh accent. "But do tell me more about what vexes you so, dear girl."

I grin, leaning my elbows on the counter, dispensing with the overhead of the accents for a bit. "Oh man...so we have our student council meeting today, right? It's the end of the year so we're going over our budget. Turns out we have a surplus."

"Well, that's not a bad problem to have"

"Sure, it's great. Except Ashley, the class ...

... president, wants to use it to throw a big end-of-year bash for the students. The rest of us thought the money would be better spent on buying new books for the library. So we argued about it for like an hour before finally taking a vote, and then, get this, most people sided with Ashley!"

Mom shakes her head as she reaches up to grab two bowls from the cabinet. The fabric pulls up a bit and I catch a glimpse of the backs of her bare legs and the lower curve of her bare bottom, "She's trying to keep her constituents happy" she says, putting the two bowls on the counter, "High school politics. I know it sucks, but it'll prepare ya for the real world."

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, I guess. I just wish we could use the money for something more meaningful."

"Well, don't stress about that Ashley crap. Just keep speaking your truth and standing up for what you believe in." She opens the freezer door and the loud hum fills the kitchen.

"Hmm, what do you think? Vanilla or chocolate?" she asks, evaluating the options in the freezer.

"I should think vanilla would be a suitable accompaniment to the brownie treats," I say dramatically as I reach under my school sweater to unclasp my bra. I deftly slip the straps down my arms and pull the bra out through the sleeve of my school sweater before dropping it on the floor next to my backpack.

Mmm that's better, I say as I unconsciously reach under my sweater to rub the skin under my boobs where the underwire had been digging in all day. I ...