" "Mmmmmmm, she's a lucky girl, Mom." "Mmmmmmm, she's a lucky girl, Mom. At least if he's as good as you say he is, and he must be. I wish he wanted me like he does her." "Have you ever had any problem making a man want you, Wendy?", her mom teased. Wendy laughed quietly. Her problem was usually keeping guys hands off of her. But Jim was so much older. She'd thought about being with him even more times than her mother knew about, but wasn't sure he'd have any interest in her. It wasn't that she wasn't attractive. Her weight was just right for her 5'8" frame and her dark brown hair with red highlights and her deep, deep brown eyes drew men to her like a magnet. She didn't even have to dress or act sexily to attract them, but she liked to anyway, and of course her mom enjoyed it when she did. Wendy felt really fortunate to have a mom like hers. Their sexual sharing had developed so naturally and was so beautiful that Wendy couldn't imagine anyone finding anything ugly about it. She had gotten her eyes from her mother, and when she looked into them and saw the desire her mom felt for her...well, it just made her melt. True, the years and child-bearing had robbed her mom of some of her physical beauty, but she made up for it in so many other ways that it had never really been a liability for her. Even some of the guys she dated talked about how pretty her mom was. |