Creampie Mother and Daughter

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She was Latina with a beautiful face, jet black hair which was kind of poofy if that’s the proper description. It had that slight wave to it, as though it was undecided as to be either curly or straight. Volume, that sounds best, she had black mid back length hair that was voluminous. Her eyes were bright cheerful and hazel, not a color you see a lot in Hispanics of Mexican ancestry, but bright hazel eyes none the less. She was small figured, skinny, with not much of a bust to show for it. To many people, it’s a real turn off, but I like that kind of figure, I like it a lot. That being said, she was pretty much a flat chested A cup girl, with an ass to match. She was the kind of girl you’d look at and realize that she’d never gain any kind of weight throughout her life. She would be a good wife if you like them skinny, which I did. She was beautiful. In high school, we had the same Spanish class as well as being my aural practice partner. She would wear those skorts, looks like a skirt from the front but were shorts from the back, which were in fad at the time. Anyway, while we practiced our Spanish, she would take off her shoes, which were a kind black leather slip on dress shoes with a bit of heel to them, and put her legs on her desk which was behind me. I sat in front and had to turn around to speak to her. Those beautiful skinny legs and gorgeous petite feet were practically in my face. I’d swear she was doing it on purpose. My hard on was doing all it could to burst out of my pants, while I did my best to concentrate on not licking her beautiful slightly tan skinny legs and small feet. Watching her toes play with each other mesmerized me.

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But alas it was never meant to be, on that unfortunate freshman year in high school, she caught me in between class and quite sadly told me, that she was pregnant. Her confession meant that I was important to her. She wanted to tell me so that I wouldn’t have to hear from anyone else. I gave her a hug and told that if she ever needed anything, to just let me know. That was the last time I ever saw Christina.

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Until now, 18 years later, I’m here in a restaurant working. It’s the middle of the week in the middle of the day and the place is empty enough that I can see all the way to the back and see a pair of skinny legs that were very familiar. She turns around and we lock eyes, we recognize each other. She walks towards me and her most striking feature was that she looked exactly the same as I remembered in high school, it was uncanny. I was stuck jaw dropped staring like I was back in high school.

“I thought it was you, but I wasn’t sure. How have you been?” She extended her slender arm towards me and I grasped her smooth petite hand in mine, shook hers holding on a little bit too long.

“Sorry, it’s just been so long since I’ve seen you Christina…you look beautiful. Like you did in high school.” I cursed myself for bringing up the memories of the last time I saw her.

“Thanks,” she blushed. “It has been a while, you’re looking good. Seems like you’ve been working out since high school.”

“Oh yeah yeah. I work from home so all I do is work and exercise.” I maintain adult websites, but that’s not something you say to people.

“Oh cool, wish I could work from home then I wouldn’t have to wear this,” she stepped back and gestured towards her waitress uniform, which was really old fashioned. It was a light blue mid-thigh length dress with a white apron over it. On her feet were running shoes, which she wore without socks. Man, she had not aged a bit.

A look of horror flashed across her face as she saw a man outside leaning against his car. “Sorry, excuse me a second”.

“Sure,” I watched her walk off, the dress she wore was nice and tight, oh man what a sight. She turned and caught me checking her out and smiled at me. I watched her walk out of the restaurant to talk to some shady looking guy who seemed very angry. She never looked him in the face, just at her feet as this guy seemed to be working himself up more and more as he went off. Then he grabbed her by the shoulders and started shaking her.

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“It’s go time,” I muttered to myself, got up and headed outside. I’m no white night, I usually stay out of people’s business, but I still had a bit of a crush on her even after all this time. “Hey shit head,” I yelled! “We got a problem here?”

He stammered a bit not expecting anyone to have noticed his antics. “Your lady friend here is behind on the rent. I don’t run a fucking charity. She needs to pa-”

“Oh, so you thought you could shake it out of her,” I retorted interrupting him? “Bet you’re a real tough guy huh? Wanna see if you can shake rent money out of me?”

Without hesitation, he launches towards me, but I was watching his posture and expected it. I side stepped to his left. He turned around just in time to catch a right hook to his face that knocked him on his ass. He blinked, spit a bit of blood out and wiped his mouth. Which put a little fear in me. I’ve seen that before, on Bruce Lee.

“You little BITCH! Your boyfriend here just got you evicted. So consider the lock changed and all your shit on fire!” He stepped into his car and peeled out of the parking lot.

She seemed to be shocked and withdrawn by all of this. When our eyes met she gave me a small embarrassed smile while I raised my eyebrows at her to diffuse the intense situation. Suddenly she fell into me crying and sobbing. I felt like shit, I just ruined her life. It took her some time to calm down, but she did.

“Sorry, that wasn’t your fault, it was a long time coming. It’s just that I’m so relieved and worried. I’m out of that shithole, but now I have nowhere to go.”

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That time in high school was all coming back to me now. Only this time I have more than words. “Remember back in high school, when I told you anything you need from me just ask? Since I got you evicted, you can come and live with me.”

“Really,” her eyes flashed with elation?

“Of course.” I gave her my address and number and told her that stop by and that if she needed help, let me know. She dried her eyes smiling and thanking me as I walked her back inside the restaurant, I didn’t want her getting fired on the same day. We talked a bit more in between her tending to her section. She was as much a pleasure to be around as she was in high school. We even practiced a bit of Spanish as well. Funny how things seem to come full circle.

Well, it turns it she didn’t have much stuff. The guy was a man of his word, he burned all her stuff. All she moved in with was her work uniform and two days worth of clothing in her truck. She hugged me again, I let her in the house and showed her around the place. I have a guest room for guests I never have and told her she can move into that room. I also reassured her that my house is your house, feel free to use the towels, shower, etc.

My living room is kind of odd. It has a couch and a TV, but it also has a weight bench and my work desk, which I “sanitized,” from adult website material. Hard to convince people you work, with a desk full of pornographic material. It can be a bit embarrassing, but I do like my job.

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