Con le migliori intenzioni di Betsy - Racconti Erotici

Con le migliori intenzioni di Betsy

“Do you have homework?” Mom asked us, just like she had a hundred million times before.

“Hi Mom!” I smiled, ignoring her question cause I had different priorities. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and peeked over her shoulder too. “Mmmm…Cookies!”

“Hey Mom,” Troy said and he was right behind me, like always. “What’s that smell?”

“Guess,” Mom said and she was a good mom. She liked to bake and I guess that sorta made up for her homework fetish.

“Cookies!” Troy grinned and he saw me stealing one, sort of juggling it with my fingertips cause it was hot!

“Bets, how many times have I told you to wash your hands first?” she sighed, but it was too late.

“Too late!” I said, taking a small bite and chewing with my mouth wide open cause that cookie was really hot!

“Now you got germs, Betsy!” Troy laughed and he was stealing a cookie too.

“Alright fine, sit down at the table like normal people,” Mom said and she was already going for the refrigerator. Milk and cookies was a pretty good idea though and I wondered who’d thought of it.

Troy and I were both in high school, but we were never really serious about anything and around our parents we still acted like little kids sometimes, but I suppose everyone does that. I did it more than Troy, since he was just about seventeen and kind of on the ‘I’m growing

into a man’ trip. He was gonna be a good looking man too, like our dad was, all kinds of tall and dark and handsome. I loved my brother, in a healthy, sisterly ...

... sort of way.

I was fifteen and looking forward to being pretty like my mom was. She was old already, like almost thirty-five, which seemed pretty ancient, but she didn’t have any wrinkles or anything. No grey hairs. She was tall

and busty and curvy, and all kinds of blonde and blue.

You know. A lot of my brother’s friends talked about how they wanted to have sex with her and that was so disgusting. I hated my brother’s friends when they came over. All they did was stare at me and my mom, I swear.

I put on extra clothes when they were around, just cause

they made me feel naked.

“That’s just the way boys are,” Mom shrugged when I asked her about it. “Especially boys that age.”

“When are they gonna grow out of it?” I wondered, cause some of those guys had been staring at me for years.

“When?” She giggled and sounded twenty years younger. Everybody loved my mom’s giggle. “Never. So you’re just going to have to get used to it, Bets.”

Everybody called me Bets, cause that’s a way better name than Betsy. My brother was the only one who didn’t and that was just because he was my brother and determined to be different, so I didn’t mind. I think a girl’s brother should be different from everyone else and so I sorta liked it, except I mostly pretended I didn’t.

The boys had a good reason to stare at me though, now that I’m thinking about it. While my mom was really round and curvy without being fat or anything, I was mostly tall, thin, and kind of angular. ...