<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Players/Characters</strong></span><br/>Zamdrist - Elisabeth Gingerstead, Ms. Gingerstead, Liz (42)<br/>Wolfy - Hitomi<br/>GreenEyes - Jade<br/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span class="bbc_u">Ms. Gingerstead</span><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/05/Family-incest-daughter-mother-03.jpg)</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><strong>Premise:</strong>Two teenage girls befriend divorced empty-nester, and the forty year-old mother indulges the girl's curiosities.<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Lesbian<br/><strong>Tone/Flavor:</strong>Age play, jealousies and drama<br/><strong>Setting:</strong>Modern suburban neighborhood<br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Ms. Gingerstead</span><br/>A brown and black stripped Siamese touched its nose to the window, looking out from the bedroom window. It was air conditioned and cool inside, but at the height and heat of summer outside. Underneath the window, Elisabeth was seeing to her carefully tended arrangement of bushes and flowers she had planted in the spring. The blond haired woman of forty-two was hoping to kill two birds with one stone; both finish her yard work and attend to her tan she had thus far neglected. She wore a white sun dress with blue flowers, and nothing else but sandals. It was just too warm outside for anything else. Rivulets of her efforts ran freely between her breasts, which waggled freely to and fro as she went about her chore. On her knees and bent over, she pulled at weeds and raked up the rubbish around the bushes.<br/><br/>The yard, along with the house had become too much work. Divorced three years ago, and now an empty-nester with her two boys out of the house, she was the only one left to do the work. The house was bigger than one person needed but she loathed to part with the only home her two grown boys ever knew. Being summer there was a good deal of activity in the quaint suburban neighborhood Elisabeth lived. The patter of bare feet was incessant as young boys and girls scurried to the nearby community pool. Chagrined, Elisabeth found her gaze lingering over the older ones, especially the girls in their adorable suits, wistfully envious of their youth and firm, bouncy breasts. Such lingering looks had gotten her into trouble before, namely the lesbian affair with her son's girlfriend. Gratefully it had been her husband that caught the two frolicking naked as jaybirds, and not her son. It had spelled the doom of their marriage however. It came as little surprise, it had been over for years. It had hardly been her first lesbian affair. Her appetite for the fairer sex was well known in college. She had gotten married though, thinking it was time to grow up after graduating. Though she managed to keep it under wraps, there had been several affairs over the years, co-workers, neighborhood soccer moms and more. She had figured those days were behind her, too old to attract the interest of younger women, until Jessica, her son's girlfriend came on to her. Oh how she still recalled that liaison with fondness. Going down on that sixteen year-old tart was like devouring a cherry topped parfait melting in the sun!<br/><br/>Such days perhaps were past her now. Now she had a two-story, three bedroom house and a front yard to tend. The back was taken up largely by a pool and generous patio. She should be back there now, sipping a Margarita and skinny dipping. She did it all the time, what with the privacy fence and all, no one could see in. She wondered if any neighbor boys peeked through the slats, or rather she mused with a sly grin. She was tempted to run through the front yard sprinkler to cool down, but such indulgences wouldn't be becoming of a woman her age. Oh how she despised turning old. After all, she was a successful business administrator, with two grown sons. If there was ever a time to cop to her age, it was now.<br/><br/>Elisabeth wasn't quite as old as she fretted. Sure, she was forty-two, no getting around that, but in some circles she be labeled a MILF. Unawares, she didn't notice the way younger man checked out her ass, or how their eyes were drawn to her eye catching cleavage or the attractive flare of her hips. Her eyes weren't on the boys or young men. It was the girls. It was rather like she sought a kind of fountain of youth between the legs of teenage girls, basking in their arousal, each conquest turning back the clock.<br/><br/>Perhaps it was time for a tall glass of iced tea to cool down with.