Standing by the door, Kayla watched in silence as her mother paced angrily back and forth across the hotel room, gripping the telephone handset so tightly that her knuckles were turning white.
“Now listen you, I made these reservations weeks ago, I paid for a room with two beds, and that’s exactly what I want!” There was a momentary pause as the unfortunate person on the other end of the line said something, but it only served to set her mother off again. “I don’t care how overbooked this hotel is, dammit! I want the room I paid for.”
Seeing the way the conversation seemed to be heading, Kayla just sighed and went to pick up one of the suitcases and throw it on the bed to start unpacking it. However upset her mother might be, it was quite obvious to her that the argument was going to be a waste of time.
“All right, fine!” Cassie snarled at length. “But I had better be getting some of my money back over this stupid screw up!” She slammed the receiver down then, pausing to take a few deep, calming breaths.
“No luck?” Kayla inquired innocently, stepping around the older woman to put an armload of clothes into a dresser drawer.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but it looks like we’re just going to have to share a bed while we’re here. The hotel is completely full because of the competition and there just aren’t any other rooms.”
“It’s fine, Mom,” the girl assured her, going to work on the next suitcase. “It’s not gonna kill us to share a bed for a few nights. Not unless it turns out you hog the bed sheets, anyway. Maybe I should call Dad and ask about that . . .”
“Ha, ha.” Cassie allowed that a small smile. “If either of us is going to hog the sheets, I’m betting it’s you. I’m the one who’s used to sleeping with someone else, after all.”
As soon as everything was unpacked and put away, Kayla grabbed a towel and a bottle of shampoo and headed for the bathroom. “I’ll be right back, Mom.”
Cassie managed to hold on until she heard the water start running, but then every last bit of her strength left her in a rush and she collapsed, missing the bed and ending up sitting on the floor. Breathing hard, her heart pounding, she was shaking like a leaf as she stared with wide eyes at the bathroom door.
She’d had some serious doubts about whether she would be able to pull it off, but her daughter seemed to have swallowed it hook, line and sinker.
Once upon a time, Cassandra Mann had been just an average, run-of-the-mill suburban wife and mother who would never in a million years have an inappropriate thought about her own daughter. That had all changed however when Kayla decided to join her high schools swim team. Oh, she had never been blind to the fact that her little girl was growing up to be quite the little heartbreaker, but it wasn’t until she found herself faced with the eighteen year old stretching and exercising day after day and wearing her surprisingly sexy little one-piece swimsuit that something unforgivably wicked was stirred up within her.
Suddenly, all she could think about was what an angelic face the girl had and what an exquisitely slender little figure. She loved the sight of those perky little breasts with their firm peaks pressing through the swimsuit so very obviously. She couldn’t stop staring at that tight little butt and drooling when she saw how the crotch of the suit contoured itself exactly to the shape of that sweet young pussy.