Hello! Thanks for all the points, I'm glad you're enjoying it. Here's the next part! Part 1 herehttp://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/2765547/Mis-hijas-y-yo-una-familia-muy-carinosa.html?notification#lastI went down to breakfast. Laura was already awake and watching TV in the living room. She was wearing the same short silk robe that I had made for her, and when I sat down on the couch and looked at her closely, I thought about Kim's words being true that Laura looked... sexy?
The robe had lace in the chest area, so it covered her small breasts, but from there down it was made of translucent silk that showed off her stomach, boxers, and legs, which were quite toned because she played volleyball sometimes.
What the hell, I said to myself, I'm at home and it's hot. I wasn't going to throw away such a beautiful piece just because it showed a little more skin.
A few minutes later, Kim came down from her room. She had just taken a shower and had totally wet hair that was dripping on the floor.
Kim! You'll clean up this mess, I said.
It's just water, Mom. Stop complaining. My head hurts, she replied.
Well, it's cleaning day anyway. Let's leave this house spotless, I said.
None of my daughters showed their best face in enthusiasm.
Kim only cleaned her room, if tidying up her bed can be considered cleaning. Laura was more responsible and organized her National Geographic magazines, cosmetics, and DVD collection of romance movies, to which she was almost addicted. And while I took care of my bedroom, I discovered that I still had plenty of things from my ex-husband that I hadn't thrown away yet.
Maybe we need a new father, Kim said when she saw them.
Oh, forget it. No man will ever set foot in this house again, I replied.
Well... there's always lesbianism, Kim said.
Kim, be quiet and go clean the kitchen, I said.
Yes. So maybe... you can consider going out to find something good and decent. Preferably with money, she said.
And you should consider your position. Go clean up, I added.
The cleaning day wasn't great because Kim's words had left me a bit impressed. The idea of getting married again exceeded my expectations, but a part... she was saying that maybe I should pay more attention to that possibility from me. After showering, I looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn't that bad. I still had that almost childlike face that had earned me first place in a modeling contest at university, and for the rest of my body, I wasn't that bad either. Of course, I couldn't compare my breasts to Kim's udders or the smoothness of my skin to Laura's... Knowing I wouldn't get anything by worrying, I sat down to watch TV with Laura. It was almost 8 pm and we had already finished the Shrek marathon on TV when Kim came downstairs from her room. —See you later. —Where are you going? I asked, but before she could answer, she had already left. Laura peeked out the window and saw a girl on a motorcycle taking Kim away. —She's wearing a miniskirt, Mom. —I know. Laura knows that when her sister wears a miniskirt, it means she'll be going to a crazy party, which doesn't leave me completely satisfied. It was midnight and not a shadow of her. Laura was worried because Kim had stayed up playing on the console. I was pacing around the kitchen, pretending to wash dishes that were already clean. I called Kim three more times but there was no answer. Suddenly, I received a call from Alena, Kim's friend. She asked me to come get my daughter at the party because she was too drunk to even know her name. More angry than worried, Laura and I got into my car and drove to the party. When we arrived, Laura got excited and said she wanted to go inside the house. She saw the toilet paper rolls hanging from the trees, the bright motorcycles lined up, the thumping music, and all those girls dressed provocatively. —You stay here. I got out and looked for Kim at the party. While walking through that ball of adolescent hormones, a hand touched my ass. It wasn't just a touch, it was a well-done butt grab that didn't let me... annoyance at seeing who had done it. I wasn't scared of the party atmosphere, since in my adolescence I went to much darker places than this one. At least no one was putting on a sexual show in the room, like I did when I was seventeen years old.
I saw Kim next to Alena. Her friend was taking care of her. They were on the sofa.
Ma'am!
Thanks for calling me. Come on, Kim, get up.
We had to help the girl get up because she was so messed up that she could barely stand. She wasn't drunk, or at least that's what I hoped. And while helping her get to the car, I thought about all the things I'd tell her in the morning. I was fed up. Those were it for Kim.
Laura got upset when she saw her sister in that state. So did I, but I tried to stay calm while driving with Kim in the backseat.
We arrived home. She vomited in the garden. Laura suggested we call the doctor and I told her it wasn't necessary because what her sister had was the worst hangover she'd ever had.
Mum...
Shh. Don't talk. A shower will help you, Laura, go to the bathroom and prepare the bathtub with warm water.
Mom?
Yes? I asked while supporting her so we could climb up the stairs to the bathroom.
I'll never drink again.
Yes, sweetie. And tomorrow we're going on vacation to Africa. Laura? Is the tub ready?
Yes!
Come on, Kim. Get a move on! What kind of party is this? You're so drunk you didn't even dance. I put Kim in the bathroom and just smelled the soap aroma when her stomach started bothering her and she vomited in the sink. Laura had tears in her eyes and thought her sister was going to die. It was logical that she believed it, since she'd never seen her so drunk.
Take a bath, Kim.
Mmm...
It took a while until I realized Kim couldn't undress herself, so for the first time in years, I got to undress my daughter. First, I lifted up her blouse, which was difficult because her arms seemed... she had to use her little strength. I felt myself blushing when I unhooked her bra and her large breasts for her age came out of that containment. —Wow! —Laura exclaimed when she saw her sister's breasts. —See? That's why you have to eat well, Laura. —Can I touch them? —I'd rather not —I said, wrinkling my eyes. I also took off her skirt, shoes, and finally... the small thong lace that she was wearing. Laura observed that Kim's vagina was totally depilated, like a baby's. That could only be achieved with laser. Where...? I got her into the bathtub and washed her hair with warm water. I asked Laura to go get some comfortable clothes for her sister. —Kim, you're a mess. Almost disappointing. —Mom... it hurts. —What? What's hurting you? Kim smiled, if that could be called a smile. —The butt. —Why? —Yeah! I did... sex... an... —Okay! I don't want to hear it —I said, totally blushing and the image of a cock penetrating Kim from behind suddenly assaulted me. —It hurt. —At least you enjoyed it. —Ha! At least. Won't try it again. —You'll say that now. Later you'll get addicted to anal sex. —What? —Nothing, nothing —I said quickly, wondering what the hell she was talking about? I was remembering my crazy times when I could only get pleasure from rear penetration. I washed Kim's hair. I took off the remnants of vomit from her mouth and took care of erasing the beer smell. I saw that she had some harmless scratches on her legs and some hickeys on her back. —Well. I don't know if I should feel annoyed or proud of your boldness. Party, sex, and alcohol... not just anyone. —She won't drink again. —Yes, sure. I let Kim relax in the bathtub and Laura and I sat down on the tub's lid, watching to make sure she didn't drown. My daughter fell asleep in the water and when she woke up, she looked more lucid. —I'm looking forward to your scolding tomorrow. I gave Kim a burning look as she got into bed. I had... terrified that Kim would practice that kind of sex, but at least she had sworn on all known gods that her partner had used a condom. However, this didn't leave me completely calm.
The next morning, Laura and I were having breakfast when Kim came down, as always, almost asleep.
—How are you feeling, drunk?
—I'm hurting my butt... Oh! Nobody told me I wouldn't be able to sit down.
I laughed out loud.
—Did you fall? Laura asked.
—No. They had anal sex with me. You'll love it someday, Laura —Kim said with a wink in her precious eye.
—Laura, go eat breakfast in front of the TV.
—Okay. It's time for my scolding. I'm all ears, mom.
—I won't scold you
—What? You're not my mom.
—I am, but if I scold you will you listen?
—you know I'll send you to hell.
—There's only one thing I want to agree on —I looked at her eyes —: Kim, last night I was almost dead with worry. I'm not against you going out, but at least try to control yourself. Last night you were so drunk you couldn't even get into the bathtub.
—Are you done?
—No. Why did you go? If you want to drink... well, you're not yet totally of age... but if you want to drink, I can buy some beers and... what do I know? Chat at night. Not like mother and daughter.
—Would you do that?
—at least it's better than watching you die.
—I'm sorry —I noticed that I'm sorry wasn't like the ones of old. It was a real apology —. It's just that... a boy I like came and...
—Ah, the boy who entered through the back door, right?
—Mom! —Kim laughed and gave me a tap on the shoulder —. But yes, it is him. In fact, we're going out to dinner.
—Just to dinner? —I asked with a wink. I liked that Kim blushed.
—to dinner. I won't try anything there. It hurts.
—it won't hurt in time.
Kim looked at me with a mischievous smile.
—you...?
—all the time.
—you really? I didn't know. You were worse than me.
—Kim. If that boy likes you, invite him to dinner here. I'll prepare your favorite food. I want to meet him.
—Really? Never have you been interested in things like that. Every time I mentioned something about men, you would tell me not to talk about it.
Well, I've changed my mind. If someone is going to break my daughter's ass, at least I want to know him. Find out if he's worthy of entering your back door.
Kim giggled.
Mom... okay. I'll call him right away and invite him. Thanks, Mom. You're the best -- Kim gave me a kiss on the cheek, and I smiled thinking that talking to her about the topics that interested her, no matter how out of place they might be, brought us closer together. How many mothers did that? Lorena was right: getting close to my daughters was what I needed to connect with their feelings.
I couldn't try to correct Kim by force or yell at her, because that would make her move away from me. The best thing I could do to try to straighten her out was to get into her world and act from there.
So I decided to use the teenage Karen who lived in me from then on. After all, I was dealing with my daughter, and although she didn't know it, I had a lot more experience than she did when it came to parties, drugs, sex... I wasn't proud of those experiences; however, they would serve me well in the end.
Kim finished her breakfast and talked to the boy she liked. I saw that her eyes lit up with joy. I wished the boy's feelings were mutual with hers. If he had only used Kim to string her along, then I would be annoyed.
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The robe had lace in the chest area, so it covered her small breasts, but from there down it was made of translucent silk that showed off her stomach, boxers, and legs, which were quite toned because she played volleyball sometimes.
What the hell, I said to myself, I'm at home and it's hot. I wasn't going to throw away such a beautiful piece just because it showed a little more skin.
A few minutes later, Kim came down from her room. She had just taken a shower and had totally wet hair that was dripping on the floor.
Kim! You'll clean up this mess, I said.
It's just water, Mom. Stop complaining. My head hurts, she replied.
Well, it's cleaning day anyway. Let's leave this house spotless, I said.
None of my daughters showed their best face in enthusiasm.
Kim only cleaned her room, if tidying up her bed can be considered cleaning. Laura was more responsible and organized her National Geographic magazines, cosmetics, and DVD collection of romance movies, to which she was almost addicted. And while I took care of my bedroom, I discovered that I still had plenty of things from my ex-husband that I hadn't thrown away yet.
Maybe we need a new father, Kim said when she saw them.
Oh, forget it. No man will ever set foot in this house again, I replied.
Well... there's always lesbianism, Kim said.
Kim, be quiet and go clean the kitchen, I said.
Yes. So maybe... you can consider going out to find something good and decent. Preferably with money, she said.
And you should consider your position. Go clean up, I added.
The cleaning day wasn't great because Kim's words had left me a bit impressed. The idea of getting married again exceeded my expectations, but a part... she was saying that maybe I should pay more attention to that possibility from me. After showering, I looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn't that bad. I still had that almost childlike face that had earned me first place in a modeling contest at university, and for the rest of my body, I wasn't that bad either. Of course, I couldn't compare my breasts to Kim's udders or the smoothness of my skin to Laura's... Knowing I wouldn't get anything by worrying, I sat down to watch TV with Laura. It was almost 8 pm and we had already finished the Shrek marathon on TV when Kim came downstairs from her room. —See you later. —Where are you going? I asked, but before she could answer, she had already left. Laura peeked out the window and saw a girl on a motorcycle taking Kim away. —She's wearing a miniskirt, Mom. —I know. Laura knows that when her sister wears a miniskirt, it means she'll be going to a crazy party, which doesn't leave me completely satisfied. It was midnight and not a shadow of her. Laura was worried because Kim had stayed up playing on the console. I was pacing around the kitchen, pretending to wash dishes that were already clean. I called Kim three more times but there was no answer. Suddenly, I received a call from Alena, Kim's friend. She asked me to come get my daughter at the party because she was too drunk to even know her name. More angry than worried, Laura and I got into my car and drove to the party. When we arrived, Laura got excited and said she wanted to go inside the house. She saw the toilet paper rolls hanging from the trees, the bright motorcycles lined up, the thumping music, and all those girls dressed provocatively. —You stay here. I got out and looked for Kim at the party. While walking through that ball of adolescent hormones, a hand touched my ass. It wasn't just a touch, it was a well-done butt grab that didn't let me... annoyance at seeing who had done it. I wasn't scared of the party atmosphere, since in my adolescence I went to much darker places than this one. At least no one was putting on a sexual show in the room, like I did when I was seventeen years old.
I saw Kim next to Alena. Her friend was taking care of her. They were on the sofa.
Ma'am!
Thanks for calling me. Come on, Kim, get up.
We had to help the girl get up because she was so messed up that she could barely stand. She wasn't drunk, or at least that's what I hoped. And while helping her get to the car, I thought about all the things I'd tell her in the morning. I was fed up. Those were it for Kim.
Laura got upset when she saw her sister in that state. So did I, but I tried to stay calm while driving with Kim in the backseat.
We arrived home. She vomited in the garden. Laura suggested we call the doctor and I told her it wasn't necessary because what her sister had was the worst hangover she'd ever had.
Mum...
Shh. Don't talk. A shower will help you, Laura, go to the bathroom and prepare the bathtub with warm water.
Mom?
Yes? I asked while supporting her so we could climb up the stairs to the bathroom.
I'll never drink again.
Yes, sweetie. And tomorrow we're going on vacation to Africa. Laura? Is the tub ready?
Yes!
Come on, Kim. Get a move on! What kind of party is this? You're so drunk you didn't even dance. I put Kim in the bathroom and just smelled the soap aroma when her stomach started bothering her and she vomited in the sink. Laura had tears in her eyes and thought her sister was going to die. It was logical that she believed it, since she'd never seen her so drunk.
Take a bath, Kim.
Mmm...
It took a while until I realized Kim couldn't undress herself, so for the first time in years, I got to undress my daughter. First, I lifted up her blouse, which was difficult because her arms seemed... she had to use her little strength. I felt myself blushing when I unhooked her bra and her large breasts for her age came out of that containment. —Wow! —Laura exclaimed when she saw her sister's breasts. —See? That's why you have to eat well, Laura. —Can I touch them? —I'd rather not —I said, wrinkling my eyes. I also took off her skirt, shoes, and finally... the small thong lace that she was wearing. Laura observed that Kim's vagina was totally depilated, like a baby's. That could only be achieved with laser. Where...? I got her into the bathtub and washed her hair with warm water. I asked Laura to go get some comfortable clothes for her sister. —Kim, you're a mess. Almost disappointing. —Mom... it hurts. —What? What's hurting you? Kim smiled, if that could be called a smile. —The butt. —Why? —Yeah! I did... sex... an... —Okay! I don't want to hear it —I said, totally blushing and the image of a cock penetrating Kim from behind suddenly assaulted me. —It hurt. —At least you enjoyed it. —Ha! At least. Won't try it again. —You'll say that now. Later you'll get addicted to anal sex. —What? —Nothing, nothing —I said quickly, wondering what the hell she was talking about? I was remembering my crazy times when I could only get pleasure from rear penetration. I washed Kim's hair. I took off the remnants of vomit from her mouth and took care of erasing the beer smell. I saw that she had some harmless scratches on her legs and some hickeys on her back. —Well. I don't know if I should feel annoyed or proud of your boldness. Party, sex, and alcohol... not just anyone. —She won't drink again. —Yes, sure. I let Kim relax in the bathtub and Laura and I sat down on the tub's lid, watching to make sure she didn't drown. My daughter fell asleep in the water and when she woke up, she looked more lucid. —I'm looking forward to your scolding tomorrow. I gave Kim a burning look as she got into bed. I had... terrified that Kim would practice that kind of sex, but at least she had sworn on all known gods that her partner had used a condom. However, this didn't leave me completely calm.
The next morning, Laura and I were having breakfast when Kim came down, as always, almost asleep.
—How are you feeling, drunk?
—I'm hurting my butt... Oh! Nobody told me I wouldn't be able to sit down.
I laughed out loud.
—Did you fall? Laura asked.
—No. They had anal sex with me. You'll love it someday, Laura —Kim said with a wink in her precious eye.
—Laura, go eat breakfast in front of the TV.
—Okay. It's time for my scolding. I'm all ears, mom.
—I won't scold you
—What? You're not my mom.
—I am, but if I scold you will you listen?
—you know I'll send you to hell.
—There's only one thing I want to agree on —I looked at her eyes —: Kim, last night I was almost dead with worry. I'm not against you going out, but at least try to control yourself. Last night you were so drunk you couldn't even get into the bathtub.
—Are you done?
—No. Why did you go? If you want to drink... well, you're not yet totally of age... but if you want to drink, I can buy some beers and... what do I know? Chat at night. Not like mother and daughter.
—Would you do that?
—at least it's better than watching you die.
—I'm sorry —I noticed that I'm sorry wasn't like the ones of old. It was a real apology —. It's just that... a boy I like came and...
—Ah, the boy who entered through the back door, right?
—Mom! —Kim laughed and gave me a tap on the shoulder —. But yes, it is him. In fact, we're going out to dinner.
—Just to dinner? —I asked with a wink. I liked that Kim blushed.
—to dinner. I won't try anything there. It hurts.
—it won't hurt in time.
Kim looked at me with a mischievous smile.
—you...?
—all the time.
—you really? I didn't know. You were worse than me.
—Kim. If that boy likes you, invite him to dinner here. I'll prepare your favorite food. I want to meet him.
—Really? Never have you been interested in things like that. Every time I mentioned something about men, you would tell me not to talk about it.
Well, I've changed my mind. If someone is going to break my daughter's ass, at least I want to know him. Find out if he's worthy of entering your back door.
Kim giggled.
Mom... okay. I'll call him right away and invite him. Thanks, Mom. You're the best -- Kim gave me a kiss on the cheek, and I smiled thinking that talking to her about the topics that interested her, no matter how out of place they might be, brought us closer together. How many mothers did that? Lorena was right: getting close to my daughters was what I needed to connect with their feelings.
I couldn't try to correct Kim by force or yell at her, because that would make her move away from me. The best thing I could do to try to straighten her out was to get into her world and act from there.
So I decided to use the teenage Karen who lived in me from then on. After all, I was dealing with my daughter, and although she didn't know it, I had a lot more experience than she did when it came to parties, drugs, sex... I wasn't proud of those experiences; however, they would serve me well in the end.
Kim finished her breakfast and talked to the boy she liked. I saw that her eyes lit up with joy. I wished the boy's feelings were mutual with hers. If he had only used Kim to string her along, then I would be annoyed.
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