As her eyes returned to normal, Rachel smiled at me as she sat on the edge of her desk, crossing her legs slowly, making sure I got a good view of her shapely thighs as her skirt hiked up. She leaned back, seeming to arch her back a bit more then normal, thrusting her chest out for me to see. As much as I was enjoying watching her show me her fine body, what I really wanted was a chance to get these two women somewhere private so I could fuck them.
"Rachel, is your husband home yet?" I asked innocently.
"No, Bob is in Denver for the week." Rachel answered, "He's attending a training seminar."
"Why don't I come over for dinner?" I suggested, smiling at the fact that her overly protective husband was out of town. A training seminar would keep her ape of a spouse away long enough so my domination of Rachel and Callie would be complete before he ever got back.
"That sounds nice, Mom," Callie said smiling at me, licking her lips suggestively.
Rachel agreed readily, the post hypnotic suggestions I had planted in her not really ever giving her a choice. Since it was still a couple of hours before quitting time, I reluctantly went back to work leaving the two women alone in Rachel's office.
At five o'clock I met the two of them in the parking lot and we all climbed into Rachel's car to drive back to their house. As I rode in the backseat I noticed that both mother and daughter kept glancing back at me and smiling.
The Simmons lived in the suburbs, in one of the nicer sections. They had a large house adjoined by a two car garage. As Rachel drove into the garage I noticed that the upstairs of the garage had been converted into a small apartment. Filing that information away for later, I followed them into their house, watching Callie's ass swaying hypnotically in front of me. "I'm going to go change, Mom," Callie said as she ran up the stairs, winking back at me as I watched her go.
"I'll go start dinner," Rachel said as she led me into a comfortable livingroom, "Why don't you go make yourself a drink and I'll be right back." Smiling sweetly at me she disappeared into the kitchen as I found the minibar. Whatever else I had against Bob Simmons he kept a good bar, every kind of liquor I could name was there. I quickly mixed up a pitcher of martinis and poured three glasses. Taking one I sat down on the sofa and sipped at my drink, listening to the sound of Rachel cooking in the kitchen. A few minutes later, Callie reappeared.
When she had announced she was going to change, I had assumed she was going to slip into something a little less tight, maybe a pair of sweatpants and tee shirt. Boy, was I wrong. As she walked into the living room, Callie was wearing a short blue miniskirt the hem of which barely made it over her shapely ass. Her long athletic legs were covered in sheer nylons and she was wearing a pair of 2" black heels. Her tank top had been replaced by a frilly white blouse, unbuttoned enough to expose the tops of her perfect breasts. She smiled at me as she sat on the couch, slowly crossing her legs to give me a chance to admire her slim thighs.
"Would you like a drink?" I asked her, motioning at my half full martini.
"I'd love one," Callie said glancing into the kitchen, "but my Mom doesn't allow me to drink yet."
"Well, I'm sure she'd make an exception just this once," I said as I got up and poured her a large martinin from the pitcher. As I handed her the drink Callie bent over, her blouse gaping open allowing me to gaze down at her perfect young breasts in a black lace bra. She held the pose for a few seconds longer then neccesary, letting me look hungrily at her forbidden flesh before she straightened up, a mischevious smile on her pretty face.
"Thank you," Callie said as she sipped her martini, her hand absently smoothing her short skirt over her thighs. God, what a tease I thought to myself as she smiled at me. I was planning what I should do next when Rachel reentered the room from the kitchen, a small white apron tied over her short black dress. She looked at the martini in her daughter's hand but said nothing as she walked over to sit on the arm of the sofa closest to me.
"I hope baked chicken is okay with you," Rachel said as I handed her a martini, "it's the only thing I could make in a hurry." I nodded my head as she sipped at her drink.
"How long until dinner is ready?" Callie asked as she finished her drink. Her pale face was a little flushed with the strong drink and she seemed to be half laughing although nothing was really funny.
"About an hour," Rachel said as she looked at her semi-drunk daughter. She looked like she was about to object to Callie's drinking but the suggestion I had planted in her earlier over rode her motherly instincts. "What would you like to do until then?" She asked me finally. |