The Rock Star Ch. 01

Both lovers crumpled to the floor, thoroughly exhausted. The sun had risen over the houses on the other side of the block now, and Astacio made mention that he had some business to take care of that morning. Whitney was disappointed; how she had looked forward to owning this young stud all day long. The two showered and dressed, Astacio in his clothes and Whitney in her robe. She walked him to the front door, hoping to see him again as they kissed good-bye. "Count on it," Astacio winked as he drove off. Whitney went back inside and prepared breakfast for two, because she predicted (correctly, it turned out) that Christy would be home shortly. The two ate breakfast as Christy went over the highs and lows of last night's party, then mentioned Astacio's absence, which she turned into the perfect opportunity to ask how her mother had spent her night!

"Well, it was good having a man in bed with me after so long," Whitney mulled.

"Only in bed?" Christy playfully quizzed her mother. "Just tell me one thing: are you gonna see him again?"

"I don't know... the age difference was kinda weird."

"All right, whatever you say... I'm gonna go use the bathroom," Christy replied unconvinced. She went upstairs while Whitney cleared the table. Suddenly she heard feet shuffling rapidly downstairs, and her daughter's voice exclaimed, "OH MY GOD, YOU LITTLE SLUT!" In her disappointment over Astacio's departure, she hadn't enlisted his assistance in cleaning up her juice from her wall and carpet. To Christy, there had been no mistaking the smell; she knew her mother squirted, because she had inherited the same talent. She also knew what it took to get her mother to that point. "You let him bend you over on the first date?" Christy laughed. "C'mon, fess up, I tell you my juicy details... most of the time, anyway; out with it, what all happened?" Whitney knew she was cornered, so she told Christy everything she wanted to know. "You can't believe how good it felt after two years of not having any..."

"I can only imagine... so back to my original question, are you going to see him again?"

"You are insistent, aren't you?" Whitney chuckled. There would definitely be an encore performance.

THE END