Cheater - Part 3

Seated at Alexander's computer desk Blondie less-than-patiently waits to hear the front door open. Minutes pass and Blondie squirms uncomfortably, trying to adjust her tight-fitting undergarments, it became apparent that her daughter's lingerie is entirely too small for her. As sexy as she may look in it, she just can't stand the strained getup digging into her flesh any longer.

Standing, she wriggles the ill-fitting panties down her hips, letting them slip to her ankles. Grabbing the bottom hem of the bralette and lifting it up, Blondie grits her teeth, grimacing as the tight garment digs into her sensitive areolas. With one mighty heave, Blondie yanks the unmentionable upwards, her breasts jiggling to and fro as they are released from the taut fabric. Sighing with relief, Blondie pulls the garment over her head, flinging it over her shoulder as she flops down onto the chair.

Having been so preoccupied with removing her daughter's ill-fitting underthings, Blondie scarcely notices that someone has been standing in the bedroom doorway the entire time. The sound of someone clearing their throat sends Blondie into a panicked flurry, trying to cover her naked body with her hands as she spins around in the chair to see who is there. Cookie, inwardly amused by her mother's sudden hysterics, plucks the bralette off her head, dangling it in front of her with an faux-annoyed scowl.

Cookie: Uhhh, would this be mine?

Blondie: (wide-eyed, panic-stricken) Cookie?! What are you...?! I thought you were...?! Wuh... Weren't you gonna hang out with your friends after school?

Cookie: I was, but Imogene and her new boyfriend started making out, so I didn't feel like third wheelin' it. Irregardless...

Cookie slings the bralette over her shoulder and then gestures toward her mother with an upturned palm.

Cookie: Trying on my new lingerie I get, but... (raises an eyebrow, suspiciously) Why are you in Alexander's room? 

Blondie: I... I was... It's...uhhh... It's laundry day!

Cookie: Rrriiight. And you were, what? In my brother's room, collecting up his dirty clothes when you suddenly decided my brand new underthings needed to be laundered too?

Blondie: Ummm...  (grinning sheepishly) Yesss? I... I always wash whatever I'm wearing when I...

Cookie: Uh-huh. So, why am not seeing any other dirty clothes? 

Blondie: I... I hadn't gotten that far yet.

Cookie:  Mmm-hmm. Right. So, is this, like, some kinda weird midlife crisis thing I can look forward to in twenty years? Cuz...

Cookie shakes her head, rolling her eyes as she turns to walk down the hall. Blondie let's out a long sigh of relief, if anything, simply because their awkward conversation was over with. It was fairly obvious that Cookie had not believed a single word of her laundry ploy. Whether or not her daughter suspected anything, she had no idea.

Picking the discarded panties off the floor, Blondie makes her way towards the bedroom door. Just as she reaches for the doorknob to close the door behind her, Cookie appears in front of her. Startled, Blondie snatches the lingerie bottoms up, holding them against her breasts with both hands. Cookie snickers, amused by the sight of her naked mother standing before her, holding a pair of purple panties to her chest.

Cookie:  Ohh, by the way, you owe me $120. (points at the panties) There's no way I'm gonna fit in those now that you've stretched 'em out.



Original Sketch by Roger Bacon

Lineart by Philllipthe2