Like any normal afternoon Simone Brooks heard her daughter slam the door and toss her backpack on the kitchen table before rummaging in the kitchen. Working from home had been challenging, but it at least gave her time with Tanisha, who would be graduating soon. Simone sighed and looked into her computer monitor-noticing her own reflection. Had it really been 18 years? Her daughter had grown up so quickly.
Tanisha came bounding up the stairs and down the hall to the office. Simone seemed to notice her for the first time. Tanisha was tall, her new braids in a cute ponytail with a loose wisp framing her face. She was a bit sweaty, still in her blue and white volleyball uniform. The white accent stripes highlighted Tanisha’s light brown skin. Simone knew the boys kept an eye on her daughter’s frame. Athletic shoulders, proud breasts, narrow waist, and that extra booty graced to black women the world over.
Both mom and daughter had been told they had faces like Gabrielle Union, younger and older versions, with Simone having a deeper chocolate skin tone compared to Tanisha, who might have been mistaken for a Latina hotty if not for her distinctive African braids and booty. True, for a mom in her 40s, Simone had some extra pounds, but in the right places. She enjoyed the power her 38DD breasts and round ass gave her. Her narrower waist and long hair complimented her curves. She never had trouble getting help reaching a top shelf at the store, especially if she wore wore her yoga pants and sports top that revealed her toned mid-section. Guys of all ages suddenly found reason to be “helpful” — even if it meant they suffered a slight scolding from their wife or girlfriend after.
“Mom, can Anna and I borrow your nail kit to do our nails this weekend?”
“What happened to hello?” Simone corrected.
“Sorry mom, Hi. How was your day? And can I borrow it?” Tanisha made a cute giggle and gave her mom a quick hug around her neck as Simone sat at her desk.
“You need a shower!” Simone laughed. “And yes, you can borrow it but BE careful- you know how you girls get.” Tanisha started down the hall, and Simone stopped her, “And make sure you are done with your studies first.” Simone knew that Tanisha’s studies were her ticket. Simone had worked hard to give her girl everything she never had.
The week flew by quickly. Saturday offered Simone a chance to unwind. She was glad to take her time in the shower and let the warm water flow over her neck as she soaped herself, pausing and playing with her tits and big butt cheeks. Oh how she missed having someone play with her butt. She might need to relieve some stress she thought as she tugged her brown nipples, the huge areolas tightening with small bumps around the rubbery tips. She sighed and moved a hand down over the hair of her mound. Her long yellow nails traced along her outer lips. Maybe she would trim around her pussy this weekend. Her last boyfriend loved her “natural 70’s look” as he called her natural bush.
She was in a quiet trance as she felt herself, tweaking and tugging her left nipple to lift the weight of her breast, ohh, mmm, tugging it out and up till it lifted the entire tit straight up and out. She made small circles with her right hand on her clit. Ummm, she needed release. She luxuriated under the warm water, tugging and rubbing, until a creak from the wood flooring outside the bathroom door brought her back to her senses. The girls were downstairs she thought, so cracking the door to let the steam out had seemed like a safe idea.
There was a quick knock and the door swung open quickly, “Sorry Ms. B we need another nail file.” Tanisha’s friend Anna was never shy, but Simone wondered how long Anna had been at the door and what she had seen through the glass shower door. Anna quickly bent down under the sink and then left without a word. If she had seen Simone’s little show she didn’t let on. But that was odd.
Simone had a mother’s instinct about Anna. The girls had been friends since grade school, and couldn’t be more opposite. Contrasting Tanisha’s tall ethnic athleticism, Anna was pale and petite, a gymnast’s body and bright blonde pixie cut to match a cute upturned nose and bright blue eyes. Anna was precocious and constantly scheming. She wore daring short shorts and always seemed to have her belly button on display. Today was no different, and Simone recalled a flash of her white butt cheeks when Anna was under the sink and her pink shorts rode up. Tanisha and Anna were inseparable and acted more like sisters even with their stark physical contrast. Now in their senior year together, Tanisha seemed the sensible solid friend to Anna’s mischievous nature.
After her shower Simone stepped out carefully and closed the bathroom door as she reached for a towel. She looked at the cabinet where Anna had bent down. A quick flash in her mind and the image of Anna’s tight white butt cheeks again drifted across her thoughts. Was that an accident? Anna was known as a prankster and more, but certainly, she didn’t try to flash her best friend’s mother, did she? Simone pondered that Anna had blossomed into a lovely young woman—she reminded her of a young version of the actress Kristen Bell. Once again the image of Anna bent over scrolled through her mind. Simone chastised herself, mentally screaming “Snap out of it!” Her thoughts embarrassed her. Simone was a professional, straight woman and Anna was a friend of her daughter since childhood. Perhaps Simone was more stressed than she realized, and this was a good sign she needed to do something fun. Maybe they could go shopping, something all three had enjoyed before.
She thought about putting on a robe, but the girls seemed deeply engaged in doing their nails in the family room, which was down a short flight of stairs from the kitchen. Simone loved her split-level home. It was a sign of how far she had come, a proud black woman making her way in the world. She stayed wrapped in her towel and stepped lightly down the stairs to grab her coffee from the kitchen before getting dressed. She could hear the girls talking in the family room. As he took a sip of coffee to go back upstairs she perked her ears to listen.
“No way! Gross!” laughed Tanisha. “It’s NOT gross, it’s natural,” Anna shot back. Simone knew she should head back upstairs, but she lingered just a little to see if she could pick up more of the conversation.
“Everyone does it, so why shouldn’t your mom?” Anna continued. Simone’s jaw dropped and her stomach instantly tied in knots. Anna had seen her after all. Shame flushed her face and she immediately slinked upstairs like a scolded child, intent on hiding out. Any thought of shopping was discarded. This was awful.
Before retreating to her bedroom Simone retrieved another towel from bathroom and paused. She looked at the counter. How long had Anna been outside the door? Anna had watched her. Shame washed over Simone again, and then she was tempered by Anna’s words, “It’s not gross, it’s natural.”
Like dominos, her thoughts clicked together the scene. Anna had watched her best friend’s mom masturbating in the shower. She had come in and bent down. Was that flash on purpose? She then had told Tanisha and defended Simone. Why? And why was her pussy suddenly reminding her of the unfinished business from the shower? She was wet. Really wet.
She set the coffee mug on the bathroom counter. Silently she clicked the door shut and let her towel fall to the floor. She saw he large tits in the mirror and once again tugged her nipples. “Oh this bad,” she thought as she replayed the scene in her mind. Her manicured fingers rubbed across her belly and down to her moistened lips. “So bad.” She felt shame and arousal all mixed—and she tugged and tweaked and then frantically rubbed her clit to a powerful orgasm. Her legs buckled and she bit her lip with a shudder. She held the counter top to recover. “What the hell?” She wasn’t a lesbian, she told herself. Why did she just cum so fast? In her mid 40s her body was changing. Was that it? She hadn’t had such a quick and strong release in years. Again she thought, “Snap out of it!”
Meanwhile, Anna and Tanisha jabbered away downstairs, and like any long friendship, they had their disagreements. This one was a doozy. “Anna, I still can’t believe you spied on my mother!” Anna wasn’t backing down. “She knew we were here and she left left the door open! She’s the one touching herself knowing one of us could see!” Tanisha was aghast. “One of us? Like, she was okay if it was me? Eww, gross Anna! You’ve watched too much porn! My mom isn’t a pervert!”
Anna thought Tanisha had her there. She probably did watch too much porn. She tried again to win the argument but with a different approach. She looked at her friend calmly. “Tanisha, I don’t want to fight. You are my best friend.” Tanisha settled.
The girls sat on the floor, their nails almost dry, both wearing those tiny shorts that girls seem so comfortable in these days. Tanisha sat cross-legged in her shorts and sports bra while Anna sported her typical cropped T-shirt. “I don’t want to fight,” Anna continued. “I am sorry. I should have known that telling you would freak you out.” Tanisha looked intently at her best friend, “I just don’t understand why. Why did you keep watching? She’s my mom. She’s been like a mom to you too.” There was a pause.
Anna looked away from Tanisha as if hesitating. She then locked eyes on her friend. “I guess, uh, well, you and your mom. Do you realize how beautiful you are?”
This isn’t what Tanisha expected. Her friend wasn’t gay, she knew that for sure, as did the boys at school. “Maybe, uh” Anna stuttered, “I’ve been… jealous, uh, of you guys… for a long time.” Her eyes dropped to the floor. “I’ve never felt pretty, not pretty like you and your mom. Maybe being close to you helped me feel a part of something, like I would be a part of the attention you two get all the time.”
Her eyes stayed down, and Tanisha thought she heard a sniffle. “Hey, hey,” Tanisha reached over and with a gentle finger lifted the chin of her blonde friend. She stared into those blue eyes that right now showed a vulnerability she had rarely seen. She glided her hand softly to wipe away the tear flowing down Anna’s pale cheek. “Talk about jealous. I guess I’ve always been kind of jealous of you too. You are stunning Anna. You walk in and the room stops.”
Tanisha didn’t know where the words were coming from, but sensed this special moment. “You know how the world is, with black and white. Being a black woman is hard.” Tanisha sighed, “I’ve always admired your strength, your confidence that you can do, or be, anything—and, well, your silly pranks—you goofball!” And with that Tanisha playfully pushed her friend and Anna rolled on her back. The sudden change of tone after such vulnerability made them both laugh. Anna laid on her back like she was ready for a sit up. She giggled, looking through her knees at her friend. Her eyes glinted with mischief again, “I forgot to tell you one thing,” she said conspiratorially. “What?!!” Tanisha demanded. “It was a joke,” Anna laughed. “What!!?” Tanisha repeated. “I made up a reason to go in there!” Anna admitted. “What?! Anna! Seriously!” Anna quickly continued “It was quick, like, sorry Ms. B” and then I was gone.” She saw Tanisha’s face, a mix of confusion but with a hint of playfulness that was a relief. “Oh my gosh Anna! My mom was beating off and you went in!” Anna added, “Oh, and I maaaaay have accidentally bent under the sink and flashed her my ass!” She started laughing, and Tanisha started rolling on the floor, “Anna! Anna you didn’t! You little perv!” She reached for a pillow and threw it at her friend.
Anna kept laughing, then said, “Oh, and I told her I needed an extra file for our nails!” She busted up at her joke, and in a mixture of laughter the girls realized that at some point Simone would figure out there are no nail files under the sink. “Shit Anna! Shit! My mom isn’t an idiot. She will figure out you did it on purpose. You are bad, Anna!” Anna responded with her trademark confidence, “I know! That’s why you love me!” The girls kept laughing, and giggling as they finished gathering the nail supplies.
Upstairs, Simone could hear the girls having a good time. The law might say they were adults but there was still a lot of little girl in each of them. The sounds of them grabbing food from the kitchen seemed to indicate things were normal. Maybe the little scene with Anna wasn’t as serious as she thought. She was the mom. She was in charge. Anna was a little joker, that’s it. Simone would just act normal and not let on. Maybe they should go shopping after all. She wouldn’t dwell on the fact that she had just had a powerful and surprisingly quick orgasm from the thought of Anna watching her in the shower, and the picture of her tight little ass on display. Shopping might clear her head. Besides, she knew from her friends that women in their 40s had all kinds of hormone changes that messed with their minds and bodies: hot flashes, delayed orgasms and more. At least she could still cum like a teenager. Simone was determined to put it out of her mind.
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