Chapter 18

The following day, Angela cooked a hearty dinner for her mother and her daughter. She had spent most of the day with Yasmin playing and doing her homework. Her own mother did not want to know what she had planned that night but was proud of her daughter for making their lives comfortable.

Angela prepared herself, getting her body smooth and hairless, checking her immaculate peroxide hair, and put in light green contacts. The effect changed the colour slightly, enough to maybe put the man off the scent for a while. Her blonde hair was straightened. Her make up much heavier than in her early twenties. She put a beauty spot next to her eye to give another false impression.

She took a look at the photos and videos that this man had taken and shared of her. She forced herself to look at her young self and see the young care free expression as well as the hungry hormonal lechery. She stared at all the parts of her body, her wrinkled anus, the meaty labia, which was fuller now since the birth of her child, the pert breasts, the cascading brown curls.

She also looked at the penis and tried to remember it as she was sure she would encounter it again tonight. Her lips around it, her nostrils flared as it hit the back of her throat. She looked at the red lingerie on her body and wondered if she would see it again tonight.

She thought of all the millions of people who had seen this and masturbated to it. Who owned her body. She also thought of the hundreds of men she had slept with since. This man, whose name she still did not even know the name of, had been the most important man she had ever slept with.

She slipped on a summer dress, some simple white panties and bra and spare lingerie in her handbag. She also had some more equipment and took off in her car after kissing he daughter good night. She stopped by Dilan’s place, and was pleased to see her waiting. She was wearing denim hotpants and a white vest with sandals with a small backpack packed with more lingerie. As always she did not wear any make up.

“Hi mama” she grinned as she hopped into the convertible seat. She leaned across, Angela did too, they both paused, then they kissed and Angela was surprised to feel Dilan’s tongue make its way down her throat.

“Hmmm” said Dilan... “this is a good start”

Angela laughed. She put her foot down and the two drove off motoring up to the mountainside to Pembroke’s villa.