Part 3: Fall
Chapter 19: The Week Before School
Jeff is a bastard. My mother agrees with me. We had a lovely time at dinner, and after. My mother and I really didn't talk much after our dessert; we were both so drained that we went to bed.
The next day was Sunday. I got up and showered, then walked downstairs; no clothes of course. Nonetheless, I still couldn't believe it when I went into the kitchen and saw my mother sitting at the table, naked as a jaybird.
"Morning, Mom," I said.
Mother smiled at me and said, "Good morning. How are you on this fine day?"
I took another close look at her and I realized something. She looked happier than I'd seen her in a while. I wondered if it were the orgasm, or the thought of having someone else in charge.
We sat eating breakfast when I said, "Mom, I have to go get myself waxed this week. Want to see if we can do it together today?"
"I normally shave my legs," Mom said, looking down at her legs.
"I wasn't talking about my legs," I said with a smirk. "Jeff likes a shaved pussy, and he is the man of the house, after all."
Mom closed her eyes and smiled slightly. "If the man of the house wants it, then of course I'll do it," she said.
"It will hurt," I whispered. Her smile got even bigger.
After breakfast, we cleaned up a little and I called Janice for an appointment for Monday. I was puttering around later when I heard Mom shriek. Jeff had come quietly into the house and he had come up quietly behind her and said, "Good morning, Mrs. Miller."
She jumped and hit him on the arm. "You startled me," she said.
"Sorry," Jeff said, "You did say that I needn't knock."
"You're right, I'm sorry," she said.
Then Jeff, the sorry bastard, asked me if I wanted to hang out! We went into the living room and listened to music and talked about what we were going to do at school. School was beginning on Wednesday, and we were both looking forward to it with trepidation and anticipation.
And the whole time we were sitting there, with my mother traipsing in and out of the room, the bastard ignored the fact that both of us were naked. He acted like he did every other time he had come over. But that was Jeff; he had his way of doing things, and that was the way it was going to be done.
On Monday, Jeff and I went to the mall. We both had some last minute shopping before school. At the mall we saw some of our friends and we chatted for a bit at the food court. It was all normal, until we saw Neal. Neal acted a bit strange around me, and he kept glancing at my body.
After we walked away from Neal, Jeff asked me, "How did it feel?"
"Uncomfortable," I said.
"Well, you have two choices," Jeff told me. "You can ignore it and stay uncomfortable, or you can embrace it."
"What do you mean, embrace it?" I asked.
Instead of answering, Jeff asked, "What made you uncomfortable?"
"Seeing Neal looking at my body, knowing that he was thinking about it naked," I told him.
"And you wanted him to ignore those thoughts, so you were uncomfortable," he told me. "But it happened, and it will happen again. You are not Rachel Miller, Ice Princess. You are Rachel Miller, Senior Class Slut. Embrace that. Become your inner slut."
"Become my inner slut!" I said, laughing.
"OK, maybe a little too self-help new-agey," Jeff agreed, laughing along with me. "But the core of what I said is true. When you are not naked and sucking him, you can try and forget that you did that. Or, you could embrace it. You can flaunt your body to him. You can make him understand that you enjoyed it, and you are happy to see him again.
"If you act like the slut behind closed doors, and then act like it didn't happen later, people won't respect you; they'll think you are a slut and a hypocrite. But if act the slut in private, and you are proud of it in public, then people will still think that you are a slut, but many of them will respect the choice that you've made. Do you understand?"
I thought about what he said, and it made sense. But it would be damn hard to do!
"Talk to your mother about it," he told me. "I bet that she knows what I'm talking about."
Later that evening, on our way to our appointment with Janice, I discussed what Jeff had told me with my mother.
"Is that boy 16 or 36?" she asked.
"I know, sometimes its scary how grown up he seems," I agreed.
Nonetheless, my mother agreed with what Jeff had said. "If you do it your way, it may seem easier in the short term, but you'll be sorry later. Plus, Jeff's way is much more fun. You get to revel in your sluttiness."
"So you're not going to get pissed when I come home suspended for flashing a teacher because I was wearing a short skirt, no panties, and acting the slut?" I asked.
"I most certainly will, young lady," my mother said indignantly, "and I will turn you immediately over to Jeff to get the punishment that he believes you deserve for that offense!"
I looked at her and we both burst out laughing. I was really enjoying this new relationship with my mother.
"When you give me to him, he'll probably decide that the mother needs to be punished as well for raising such a slutty daughter," I told her. "He'll probably send you to the principal so that he can give you a bare bottom caning."
"Oh, I hope so," my mother groaned.
We had arrived, so I leaned over and whispered to her, "You might want to rethink getting completely wet right before you let a stranger in between your legs." She groaned again.
We walked in and Michelle was there to greet us. "Hi Rachel!" she said, kissing me on the cheek. She waved at my mom and said, "Hi Mrs. Miller!"
She led us back to Janice who said, "Ah, my lovely Rachel, in for another visit!" Then she saw my mother, and said, "Who is this?"
"This is my mother," I said. "She is here for a treatment as well."
"Oh, OK," Janice said, clearly disappointed.
"Jeff sent strict instructions that my mother was to get the exact same treatment that I have been receiving," I told her.
Janice brightened noticeably. "Oh, really?" she said.
Janice walked us into the waxing room and asked, "Who's first?"
My mom looked at me and I said, "I'll go first."
I pulled my clothes off and hopped up on the table. I told my mom, "You know, we shouldn't waste time between treatments. You should get undressed as well."
My mother blushed and said, "Don't we get a gown or something?"
"Normally, yes," I said with a smile, "but Jeff left specific instructions that none of his women get to wear anything."
Mom pulled her dress off and stood proudly naked. Then she walked over to hold my hand.
Janice started working on me. This was the third time I'd been here, and she had loosened up. When she realized that neither Jeff nor I would protest, her hands ended up roaming a bit more when she applied the wax and when she checked me over. She also noticed how I reacted to the waxing, and rather than try to make it less painful, she seemed to be going for more painful. For instance, she turned the heat up on the wax, and rather than try to avoid dripping on my delicate areas, she seemed to be aiming for them.
My mom held my hand throughout my ordeal, and when it was over I was panting and very close to an orgasm. I am pretty sure that if my mother weren't there, Janice would be offering to finish me off, or perhaps she wouldn't offer, she would just do it. I was a bit sorry that I had brought my mother.
I got off the table on shaky legs and Janice helped me move to the side. My mother got on the table, and Janice asked Mom, "Do you really want the same treatment as your daughter?"
"Whatever treatment Jeff prescribed," Mom told Janice, "that is the treatment that I will have."
"That's fine with me," she said. I noticed her cranking the wax heat up a little more and I held Mom's hand while she began. Since this was the first time for Mom, she used the clippers first, and as she had done with me, she pushed the buzzing implement into Mom's delicate parts. Even before the waxing started, Mom was panting.
As Janice began her work, I started stroking Mom's arm. Soon I moved my stroking to her stomach and neck, and between that and the excruciating pain that Janice was causing, Mom was practically hyperventilating. I watched as Janice held the wax right over Mom's clit, and when she poured it on, I thought, 'What the hell!' and I tweaked her nipple hard. Mom shrieked and came.
Janice smiled, and Mom recuperated as Janice finished her up. After we were dressed, Mom gave Janice a big tip and a then grabbed her and gave her a kiss. "Thank you," she told Janice. "I will be back!"