Angela & Mindy

Their morning of forbidden fun was evidently going to start with a little exploratory fondling and caressing.

Raising her hands, Mindy started by stroking and running her fingers through her mother's hair, then by ever so lightly caressing her face and outlining her lovely features. Angela let her eyes flutter closed and a deep, throaty moan issued from her lips as she leaned forward for one of those long and passionate kisses that had haunted her dreams and fantasies for so very long now. Mindy too leaned in close - ready, willing, and very eager to receive that kiss.

Just half a second before their lips would have met in a hungry and soul-searing kiss, the moment was spoiled by the sound of a bell ringing upstairs.

Mindy was of the opinion that they should just ignore the bell even if only for as long as it took them to share and savor that kiss, but her mother insisted on going up there immediately to see what he wanted.

"We want to keep him in bed, remember. We don't want him up and wandering around where he might catch us together. To keep him bedridden, we'll have to respond when he rings that bell so that he doesn't get it into his head to get up and do things for himself."

"Just one kiss . . ."

"You'll get it just as soon as I get back. If he's just finished eating already and wants me to take away the empty bowl, I suspect you'll soon be getting all the kisses you can handle and then some. We probably shouldn't share one before I go up there though - I suspect it would look sort of odd if he saw me wearing your lipstick."

The bell rang again, louder and more vigorously.

"I'd better go."

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Angela still had a smile on her face when she walked into the master bedroom, her thoughts still with a certain sexy young woman who was waiting so impatiently for her downstairs.

He gave her a cross look from his sick bed, coughing. "What took you so long?"

"I had to take care of something," she answered with a dismissive shrug, hoping he would not pursue the subject. "What did you need?"

He frowned at her curiously, his head cocked to one side. "What happened to your hair?"

Angela blinked in surprise. "My hair? What's wrong with my hair?"

"It's all tousled and mussed up. It was all neat and tidy before."

She should have known that her hair would be left in disarray after her Mindy spent all that time playing with it. If she didn't even have enough sense to fix her hair after playing with the girl, she had to wonder just how long it would be before she overlooked something more important and he realized that she was cheating on him with their only child. She would have to be a lot more careful in the future or there was going to be all kinds of trouble.

Taking a deep breath, she told her husband, "It's kind of hard to keep from getting a little messed up when you're doing the housework, dear. Now, what did you want?"

He accepted the lie without a second thought fortunately, distracted as he was by his own needs. "Could you bring me up some salt?"

She gaped at him. "Salt?" He had pried her out of the arms of that sweet and sexy little minx downstairs and made her come all the way from one end of this house to the other just because he wanted to sprinkle a little salt into his soup?! "Salt?"

"Yeah," he nodded, motioning vaguely at the bowl of soup in front of him as his nose started running again. "This needs a little salt."

She just stood there for a long moment and scowled at him, then turned and stomped out of the room when he started to raise his arm towards his nose yet again. When she stomped back in just a minute or two later, she had the salt shaker from the kitchen table and she set it down on his bed tray a little more forcefully than was absolutely necessary.

"Thanks!" David didn't seem to notice the bad mood his wife was radiating. He sprinkled a little salt into his soup and then had a small taste. "Oh, yes. Much better!"

"I'm glad you're happy," Angela nodded, turning away. It was high time that she got back to Mindy and picked up where they had left off.

"Oh, before you leave, honey," her husband spoke up hastily, "could you get the remote for me? I dropped it on the floor."

She stopped in the bedroom's open doorway. The man couldn't even reach off the side of the bed and pick the TV remote control from the carpet?!

Biting her bottom lip to keep from saying something she would regret later, she strode back into the bedroom, snatched up the remote from where it lay on the ground, and set it down next to him on the bed rather firmly. Still not trusting herself to say even one single word, she turned once again and this time actually made it out of the bedroom.

From behind her, she heard him call, "Thanks again, honey!"

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Mindy watched as her mother arrived at the bottom of the stairs and once more had to stop and calm herself, though this time it took twice as long as to do so as it had previously. Seeing what a trial the male of the species could be made her happier than ever that she was a lesbian and wouldn't have to deal with them herself.

Angela finally turned and gave her little girl a smile. "Now then, where were we?" Mindy answered by smiling back and patting the couch cushion beside her. Her mother came over without a moment's hesitation and sat down close beside her young lover.

Rather than just trying to pick up where they left off, to try to pretend that they had not just endured an utterly mood-killing interruption, Mindy once again put her gently caressing hands back to work. This time though, her mother let her hands wander as well and all of those groping hands soon found their way down to two pairs of firm, full breasts.

Staring deep into each other's eyes the whole time and nowhere else, the two women skillfully manipulated each other's mammaries in ways that experience had taught them would dramatically increase each other's arousal. Even though they were both still wearing all of their clothes, the effect was still immediate and very noticeable.

Irresistibly drawn together, mother and daughter at last shared a kiss.

It was exactly the sort of kiss they had both been dreaming of for the last few months. The kind of kiss that poets wax lyrical over and romance novel authors rant and rave about. A kiss that made it feel as if their very souls were touching. A long, wet, deep kiss that left the couple breathless and sent what felt like a powerful electrical charge straight through them both from the tops of their heads to the tips of their toes.

In the aftermath of such a kiss as this, there was only one thing Mindy could possibly say. "Wow."

"Yeah." Angela could not help but agree. "Wow."

With all the exuberance and enthusiasm that only a teenager could muster, Mindy grabbed hold of the front of her mother's blouse and started unfastening the buttons. The older woman grinned with pleasure at her impatience to see her without her clothes and didn't waste any time in pulling off her top just as soon as enough buttons were undone to allow her to do so easily.

The blouse went flying and Mindy next attacked her mother's bra. The piece of underwear yielded easily to the girl's nimble fingers and was quickly pitched aside too. This left the older woman topless, her firm breasts heaving and bouncing gently because she was breathing so hard thanks to the excitement of this long awaited moment.

Now that she would finally be able to get her hands on the older woman's bare flesh once more, Mindy reached out eagerly to take one of her mother's full breasts in each hand. She was just lowering her head to take one of the hard nipples into her mouth when the unthinkable happened. Again.

That damn bell started ringing upstairs.

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Angela and Mindy had both been well aware that today's quality time would be interrupted periodically by the ailing man upstairs, but he seemed to be disturbing them every few minutes or so and this was not sitting well with either of them.

"What do you want?" Angela snarled as she stormed into the bedroom and sent a harsh glare towards her husband.

Perhaps it was simply because the look he was getting was so terribly cold or because of the intense fury evident in her voice, but David actually managed to notice his wife's emotional state this time. "Honey? Is everything all right?"

"Why wouldn't it be?"

He shrugged uncertainly. "You just seem a trifle bit . . . upset."

Angela struggled to rein in her temper, knowing that she was going to ruin everything if she didn't calm down fast. She was beginning to wonder if trying to fool around with her daughter right under her husband's nose like this was really such a great idea. Most probably it was not, but remembering the kinds of enticements the girl had to offer made her absolutely unwilling to try to stop under any circumstances.

"It's just that I'm finding it a little hard to finish any of my chores when I have to come running up here every other minute."

David tried to make snort derisively at that, but his stuffed up head made it a pretty comical effort. "If you really were coming up here every other minute, I wouldn't be having to ring that bell so often," he pointed out.

Angela felt her irritation with this man start to rise again and clamped down on it with every last bit of her will power.

"Besides," he added, "it really so terrible to have to pay a little extra attention to your husband when he's so very sick? You know I'd do the same for you if it was you who were ill."

Angela showed him how a derisive snort should be done. Her husband had run off and left her to fend for herself during far too many illnesses to buy that.

Remembering that all of this nonsense was just serving to keep her away from her precious young lover, she decided not to argue with him and just cut to the chase. Once again, though this time in a somewhat milder tone, she asked, "What did you want?"

"Hmm?" He seemed to have forgotten that it was he who originally called her up here. "Oh, yes! I just wanted to tell you that I was done with the soup." Sensing that his wife's emotions were still running a little high and wondering if it was already her time of the month again, he decided that he needed to say something to appease her. "Thanks, it was delicious!"

"Uh, huh."

Striding across the room, she bent forward and scooped up the bed tray. David might have been sick, but he was still a heterosexual male and so he naturally took advantage of this opportunity to check out his beautiful wife's breasts, only to notice from the way they moved inside her top that she wasn't wearing a bra anymore. This discovery led him to take a closer look at her and notice that her blouse was now wrinkled and that she had missed a couple of buttons when she did it up.

She couldn't help but notice his scrutiny. "What?"

"Where did your bra go? And what happened to your blouse?"

Angela looked down for a moment and took in the state of her clothes, her mind racing for a plausible answer.

"I spilled some cleaning chemicals on the blouse I was wearing before and it not only stained the blouse, it went straight through and messed up my bra!" She couldn't help but wince, thinking how terrible this story sounded and how nobody could possibly be stupid enough to believe it. "I had to take them off and get them into the washer quick or that stain would ruin them. I noticed that I had some things in the dryer still and so I decided to just put this on rather than come up here and disturb you when your feeling so bad. That's why it's so wrinkled - I didn't exactly have a chance to iron it."

"Really?" he gave her a quizzical look as he studied her blouse. "You know, I'd be prepared to swear that this is the same blouse you were wearing earlier . . ."

"I liked this one so much that I got another one that was just like it," she inserted quickly.

"Oh. Okay." To her amazement, he seemed to swallow the entire story without a second thought!

Angela decided to get out of there before her luck changed and so she beat a hasty retreat with the bed tray, thanking God for gullible husbands.

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The bed tray with it's empty soup bowl and drinking glass ended up being unceremoniously deposited on the carpet just to one side of the foot of the stairs.

Knowing that her husband was bound to bother them again at any moment, Angela didn't want to waste even one moment of what time they did have. Returning to the couch quickly, she fell into her baby girl's arms and kissed her lips firmly.

Rather than risk any more difficult conversations with David over her appearance, Angela decided that it was Mindy who needed to be getting undressed. Without shifting from their embrace any more that she absolutely had to, she hastily stripped off the younger woman's top and skirt only to find that she wasn't wearing anything under them.

Her eyes wide as she enjoyed the view, Angela asked, "No underwear at all, Mindy?!"

"Considering all the things we were planning to do today, Mom," the girl answered with a grin, "it seemed to me that lingerie would just be in the way."

"Good thinking."

Firmly pressing the girl back against the arm of the couch, Angela slowly worked her way down that slender young body with kisses and gentle bites until she arrived at Mindy's pert bosom. She kissed her way slowly down the teenager's cleavage, alternating between the breasts and sneaking in a little nip at the tender flesh here and there.

Mindy moaned and arched her back under this delicious assault, cradling her mother's head in both of her hands and arching her back. When the older woman popped one of the large, dark, and very erect nipples into her mouth for a taste, Mindy threw her head back, closed her eyes, and cried out just a little too loudly.

"Hush now, baby. Remember, we have to be very quiet today. You're father has the TV going upstairs of course, but there's no sense taking any chances."

"I'll try, but you do that very well . . ." Mindy sounded a little hoarse and out of breath, but she was also chuckling. Raising her head again, she beamed happily at the wonderful woman she had locked so tightly in her embrace.

Her mother eagerly went back to work on those firm and tasty titties, but did not linger there for too much longer. Raising her eyes so that she could hold her little girl's gaze the whole time, she kissed and licked her way farther and farther down her body, pausing very briefly at the navel of course, and ended up perfectly positioned between her legs.

Just the sight of her mother down there again for the first time in far too long was ecstasy for the younger woman. Mindy spread her legs good and wide to make sure she had more than ample room down there to do anything she wanted to do. Smiling appreciatively, Angela lowered her head towards the girl's crotch and took a deep breath, inhaling that heady and unmistakable aroma.

Angela grinned then and cocked her head towards the stairs, cupping a hand at her ear and waiting just an instant for the inevitable sound of a ringing bell. Mindy giggled girlishly and waited too, but to their great relief they heard nothing from upstairs.

It was not merely out of playfulness that Angela had done this, however. Seeing the fine dining spread out in front of her, she had grave doubts about whether or not she would be able to stop eating once she got started. If her husband was going to call for her, it would be so much better for all concerned if he did it now and did not wait until she had her face buried between their daughter's legs. She found the continuing silence reassuring.

Perhaps her husband was finally going to get some rest and let her finish up that housework she had claimed to be doing.

Her head dipped down again and Mindy could feel her hot breath blowing across her most intimate of places. "Oh, God, Mom! Oh, yes!" The girl's babbling, almost nonsensical whimpers were born of the deepest desire and the most exquisite pleasure and so they were music to Angela's ears.

Angela's head went lower still and her tongue emerged, stretching out to find her lover's swampy twat. When it did, two things happened simultaneously.

First, a profound shudder coursed through the entire length of her daughter and the very nearly overcome Mindy made the most incredibly erotic little mewing noise that Angela had ever heard. It had to be the sexiest little sound Angela had ever heard.

Second, that damn bell started ringing again.

Mindy was in such a state that she very probably hadn't heard it, but her mother's head snapped up and turned to regard the stairs with a look of suspicion and fury. Oh, she had better not have just heard what she thought she had just heard. Somebody was going to have to die if she had just heard what she thought she had just heard.

The teenager was starting to come off her high as nothing else seemed to be happening between her legs and she gave her mother a curious frown, was about to ask her why she had stopped when the bell rang again.

"I am going to kill that man!" Springing up from where she and the girl had been lying in a lewd pile on the couch, Angela practically flew up the stairs.

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David was reclining on the bed, looking lonely and miserable as he channel surfed on the televison. The speed and forcefulness of his wife's arrival startled him.

"What is it?!"

For the life of him, he couldn't imagine why she would sound and look so very angry and so he figured that he must have been right earlier in guessing that it was her time of the month. Under the circumstances, he decided that he had better tread very lightly and not make any comments about her further deteriorating appearance.

"I'm sorry to bother you again, honey," he told her carefully, "I mean, I know how busy you are with the housework and everything, but I'm starting to feel really bad again. Is it time for another dose of medicine?" As if to prove this point, he did some more coughing.

The unexpected apology went a long way towards defusing Angela's anger, but it could not entirely dispel it. All she could think about was how she had only managed to get the tiniest taste of her beloved Mindy before she was so cruelly ripped away from her yet again and this made it impossible to simply forgive him.

She pointed at the digital alarm clock on the little end table next to him. "It's only been a couple of hours since you took those pills this morning," she reminded him curtly. "Your not supposed to take another dose of medicine for another four hours."

"But, honey," he begged in a needy, pathetic whine that grated on her nerves and threatened to bring her anger back up to full strength, "I feel really, really bad."

"I'm sorry," she told him, though in all honesty it didn't sound like she was very sorry that he was suffering. "You're just going to have to wait. Maybe you should try to get some sleep."

He looked so very disappointed that it would have been heartbreaking for her if she could have thought about anything but what she was missing out on downstairs. His nose was running again and he started to raise his arm to wipe it on his sleeve again only to stop when he caught the glare his wife was sending his way. With a sheepish grin, he grabbed for the Kleenex instead.

Angela groaned and turned towards the door, but was stopped by her husband's voice.

"Say, is Mindy up yet?"

Angela didn't turn around so that he wouldn't see the expression on her face. "She certainly is."

"Oh." He seemed to ponder on this for a little while. Something was apparently weighing on his mind and she would just have to wait until he decided to spit it out. "Well, when is she going to come up here and see me? Doesn't she know that her dear old Dad is sick? Surely she can take a few minutes out of her day to offer her ailing father a little sympathy."