It was tough to get a man in the trailer park. And even tougher to keep a good one. That’s why all the women in the park- at least all of them between the ages of 19 and 40, dressed in sexy clothes, and tried their best to show off their assets when they were out and about the trailer park. The odds were not good, as there were probably at least three women for every available man, as the park tended to be where poor divorcees landed after their divorce, often with a kid or two in tow.

Sandy had been at the park for almost fifteen years, and she knew as well as anyone the difficulty of finding, catching, and then keeping a man who could provide reliable support and some modicum of stability in the usually chaotic and ever-changing neighborhood of the low-income mobile home community. When she had moved in she was still working as a dancer at the city’s most popular “gentlemens” club- a euphemism for the gritty strip club, where girls showed their tits and asses, and gave erotic lap dances, in exchange for a minimum wage and all the small-dollar tips that could be stuffed into a lacy garter. She still got looks with her platinum blond hair, her c-cup tits, and her long legs, but she knew that there was always a younger and hotter girl coming down the pike. Sometimes, as she realized looking across the room at her daughter Mandy, the younger, sexier girl was right there in the trailer.

So thirty-something divorcees like Sandy had to be creative and sometimes think out of the box about how to attract and keep a man coming back for more. Every guy within the park was almost always getting winks, smiles and sometimes little flashes of skin, from the many single women looking to lure a man into their trailer, and have him become a reliable provider, or maybe just a short-term contributor to their monthly income, and maybe a fuck partner. While Sandy was still attractive enough and looked pretty good in shorts and a halter top, for a girl in her mid-30’s, she knew there was lots of competition, and more competition growing up every day.

Sandy was tired of having to keep competing and wanted to get a man to move in, agree to pay half the rent, and spend his nights pleasuring her with his tongue and his dick. Why was it so hard to get a guy to trade a thousand bucks a month or so, for a regular place to stay, some decent cooking and a hot pussy for his dick? When she had met Max, a newly divorced guy of about forty in the laundry room of the trailer park, she pounced quickly. She immediately chatted him up and suggested that she could show him around town and would be happy to give him a mini tour if he’d like to have dinner tonight. She promised to call in an hour or so to confirm the date.

That was the reality Sandy thought about as she sat at her kitchen table arranging the bills that needed to be paid by the end of the month. Then, she looked across the room at her teenage daughter, Mandy. Mandy had just turned sixteen, and though she still acted and dressed more like the tween she had been just a few years ago, her body had developed lately into a very sexy little shape. Ever since Sandy’s divorce almost fifteen years ago, she had looked at Mandy as an expense and a burden since her ex rarely contributed the support he was supposed to pay. It was Sandy’s job to pay for Mandy’s food, clothing, school expenses, and all the other things a teenager needs.

But two thoughts crossed her mind as she looked across at Mandy, who sat in a very unladylike posture in the big recliner in the living room. Mandy was wearing a loose, oversized t-shirt, with a Loony-Tunes picture across the chest, her feet up on the chair so that the t-shirt was bunched at her waist. That wasn’t very sexy. But as Mandy sat with her legs spread apart, Sandy saw that Mandy was wearing a pair of Hello Kitty panties that must have been three years old. The panties were a yellowed white color, with some frayed edges, and the Hello Kitty picture was stretched almost obscenely tight over her pudendum, the thinning fabric making visible the slightly darker slit of her teenage daughter’s pussy. Sandy guessed that her newly sexually active daughter had probably been fucked hard and her little pussy filled with a load of cum last night, or maybe earlier this morning. As she looked across at her oblivious daughter, she thought it likely her daughter’s cunt was still full of her boyfriend’s load of cum. Sandy felt her pussy tingle and get a little wet thinking about the kind of wild sex her daughter was probably having, and she knew from her stripping days that if her daughter’s little show was making her hot, it would drive the average man crazy with lust.

Her first thought was that younger, sexier girls are usually responsible for a man moving on from a relationship- at least that had been the problem for her with her last two boyfriends. Her second thought, that she was a little embarrassed for thinking it, was that her sixteen-year-old daughter, with her innocent yet sexy look and her provocative body, was just the kind of eye candy that the kind of men she was seeking would get distracted by.

Sandy smiled as she realized that Mandy could actually help earn her keep around the house by luring in a man and then keeping him interested. Would she let her daughter be bait, to lure in a man? Why not? If Mandy’s body could lure a man in and keep him interested enough to stick around, what was the downside? Mandy was sure as hell no virgin. Her very presence, sprawled out across the room, smelling like sex, was proof of that.

The only reason Mandy was sprawled out in the lounger across the room at 5pm that Saturday, unshowered and scruffy, and still smelling of sex from the night before, was that she had gone out last night with some punk senior from her school. Mandy had left dressed in a tiny, short skirt and the same sort of heels Sandy had worn as a stripper. And though Sandy had not seen Mandy come in this morning, she was pretty sure that if she had been awake at 5am, the little slut would have have come in with her panties gone, and a bit of the punk’s cum dribbling down her thigh. Even now, she seemed to detect moisture along her daughter’s pussy slit that she could see through her nearly worn-out panties.

Even if the man wanted a little teenage pussy now and then, Sandy figured that Mandy wouldn’t mind putting out, to have more money in the budget for clothes and whatever else she wanted to do. And what did Sandy care if she shared her man with her teenage daughter. At least she knew he was spending his money in her house, and spending it on her daughter rather than some random whore he met in a bar.

So instead of yelling across the room at Mandy to get some decent clothes on, and “quit flashing her crotch for all the world to see,” Sandy just smiled at Mandy, and said she was going to invite a friend over, and Mandy could get dressed or just hang out, whichever she preferred. Mandy was used to being yelled at for wearing her old, comfy underwear and clothes that her mom always said were “inappropriate.” She was a little surprised her mom didn’t say anything about the nearly worn-out Kitty panties and the baggy t-shirt. But she wasn’t so surprised that she asked any questions. She just figured her ma was getting used to her doing her own thing and lounging around all day after an all-night party.

“I’m cool,” Mandy mumbled, hardly looking up from her phone as she stretched out in the chair, her long, sexy legs spread apart, with one draped over the arm of the chair, as she read messages and watched videos. She had her phone propped against one long, lean leg.

So Sandy invited her new friend Max, whom she had just met at the laundry trailer, to come over for a beer. Max was about forty, and from what Sandy could tell, somewhat successful even though he was living in the trailer park. He had been divorced and lost his house to the ex, so the trailer was a temporary arrangement until he found a new, smaller house. Max was the sort of guy that every woman in the park was looking to hook, so she knew she had to work fast and make a better offer to get his interest. She was acting the same evening that she had met him, and she thought she had an idea for a better offer.

Sandy got herself cleaned up, and she dressed in a cute short dress that showed off her legs and figure. She was ready to go out for dinner with Max and maybe float her idea with him over a drink.

When Max arrived, he looked hot. It was fun to watch the reaction of Max seeing Mandy, since she was still pre-occupied with her phone when he came in and spent another three minutes texting and scrolling, before she even looked up at him. In those three minutes, Sandy watched as Max first politely gave Sandy a little air-kiss, looke around her trailer and made a few comments about her nice décor and tidy place. But she noticed that he couldn’t stop looking across the room at her daughter Mandy, and in particular, at Mandy’s casual display of her pussy, so poorly concealed under the worn-out old “Kitty” panties that stretched over her sexy teenage mound. Although Max acted as though there was ‘nothing to see’ as he glanced at Mandy and then quickly back at Sandy, she noticed that whenever she looked away, she would catch Max looking across at the lewd display Mandy was unknowingly putting on. She even noticed him absently lick his lips after his second or third glance at her daughter’s obscene crotch exhibition.

Sandy smiled to herself as she encouraged his looking by leaving the room on the pretext of finding her purse, allowing Max to stare without interruption at her teen daughter, as Mandy continued staring at her phone screen, without even realizing Max was there.

When she came back, she finally said something to Mandy.

“Mandy,” Sandy said a little loudly, “Don’t be rude. Look up from your phone and say hello to my friend, Max, please.”

After having ignored her mom and Max for the entire five minutes he had been standing in the room, Mandy finally looked up. Her half-stoned eyes, after focusing on her phone screen, took a moment to focus on the tall, dark-haired guy standing across the room from her, with a pleasant smile on his face. As she processed that this was a good-looking, well-dressed man, a little smile crossed her face, and she smiled at Max. At the same moment, she realized she was sitting with her legs spread in a pair of three-year-old panties and a formless t-shirt, not to mention her bedhead hair, and smeared and missing makeup from the night before.

Mandy quickly jumped up and smoothed the big t-shirt down over the front of her panties.

“Omigod,” Mandy exclaimed, “sorry I look so awful. Mom, why didn’t you tell me you were having someone come over ... I’m sooooo embarrassed.”

“I did tell you, sweety,” Sandy reminded her daughter.

“I’m gonna get dressed,” Mandy said, turning to go to her bedroom, looking over her shoulder at Max to add, “Don’t go away.”

As she turned and left, Max couldn’t help but focus on Mandy’s little bubble butt, as she scampered out of the room. While she had smoothed the t-shirt over the front of her panties, the back of the t-shirt had bunched up at her hips, leaving her panty-clad ass completely visible as she walked away. The too small and well-worn panties clung to her sculpted ass cheeks like a second skin. The cute little skin crease where her thighs met her round butt cheeks was visible, as were those cute little indentations on the side of each butt cheek, where the worn panties gapped slightly. She had the sort of perfectly formed ass that exists only in the few years between puberty and whenever a teen realizes her ass is getting bigger. It was the sort of ass that almost doesn’t exist in reality but that most men fantasize about.

Sandy smiled as she saw Max discretely looking at Mandy’s cute ass, and again almost imperceptibly moisten his lips with his darting tongue. Even Sandy had to admit that her daughter’s ass was pretty fucking cute – she couldn’t blame Max for looking.

“We’ve got a dinner date, so hurry up, Mandy, we’ve got to go,” Sandy said.

Mandy quickly tossed off her t-shirt, slipped on a little camisole top that would show off her firm tits, and slipped on a pair of stretchy pink booty shorts over her panties. She then quickly toweled her hair, fluffed it out a bit, and sprayed on a bit of her Juicy cologne to cover whatever else she smelled of. Mandy had been a bit shocked at how cute her mom’s new friend was, and she wanted to make a good impression. She had no idea of the dirty impression that had already been etched into Max’s mind from her display in the lounger.

When she came out, Mandy looked cute and hot, her firm conical tits that were completely obscured by the baggy t-shirt now quite obvious under the little camisole. While her pussy was no longer on display as it was in the worn-out panties, the booty shorts didn’t hide the lovely curves of her hips and ass from Max’s appreciative eyes.

“Sorry I looked so scruffy when you came in,” Mandy smiled and purred at Max. Then, with a little embarrassment: “I was out kind of late last night.”

“Well,” said Max, with a generous smile, “no need to apologize, Mandy. You are a beautiful girl, and you really don’t need to do anything to look just lovely.” As he spoke to and smiled at the hot teenager, Max could not get out of his head the mind’s eye picture of Mandy reclining in her unplanned pose on the lounge chair, her legs spread lewdly to display the erotic mound of her pussy, with the slightly darker furry slit, just barely concealed by the faded and nearly see-through Hello Kitty panties.

“Aww, you’re so sweet,” Mandy said, stepping forward to give Max a little hug right in front of her mother, pressing her tits lightly against Max as she leaned forward, held his big arms lightly to feel his muscles, and gave him little air-kisses, before stepping back.

Sandy could hardly believe what a little cock-tease her daughter was, so blatantly showing her tits and then pressing them up against Max. It was obvious Mandy liked what she saw, and there would be no problem with Mandy giving Max a little sugar, if that’s what he wanted, and was willing to play Sandy’s game.

“We’ve got to go now, Mandy,” Sandy said in a neutral voice. “Be good, now! We won’t be gone too long. We’ll see you later.”

“I hope so!” Mandy said brightly, looking right at Max as she said the words; and Max smiling as she backed away from her flirty hug. “See ya later.”

Mandy bounced a little on her bare feet, making her tits jiggle just enough for Max to see as she backed away from him.

As she saw Mandy lock eyes with Max and do the little bounce, Sandy suppressed a flash of anger at how blatantly her slutty daughter was flirting with her new friend. And then she smiled at how easily her little plan seemed to be coming along.

They drove off, and Sandy apologized for Mandy’s blatant flirting.

“Sorry if Mandy was a little flirty, Max,” Sandy said. “She’s sixteen now, and just at that age where she likes to show off, and her body is developing and, well, you know...”

“I didn’t mind a bit, Sandy,” Max said honestly. “She’s cute and it’s kind of flattering really.”

What Max was thinking was: “Fuck! Sixteen and already a fucking wet dream walking ... I’ll be fantasizing about her pussy in those worn-out panties for a week!”

“Well, I wouldn’t want her to scare you off,” Sandy said. “She can be kind of a handful sometimes. But she lives with me twenty-four-seven because her daddy is long gone. So if the two of us get along ... Well, she comes along too. Part of the package, if you know what I mean?”

Sandy was subtly putting the idea into Max’s head that with her, he would get Sandy, the sexy MILF and he would also get her nubile sixteen-year-old, barely-legal daughter as a bonus. Max had, of course, seen porn clips of the stepdaughter throwing her sexy body at the older stepfather, and the stepdad sucking and fucking the hot teenage stepdaughter. The idea of living such a fantasy made his cock stiffen as they drove to the restaurant.