Mother still had her hand upon the handle of the door and blocked her daughters entrance. If mother hated dad, she was disgusted with her daughter. No... once in our time together had she spoke of her female offspring."Let her in." I growled.Linda was a thinner, younger, version of mom. Long blonde hair and smaller of hips - she had a sexy innocent look in her eye, that I was pleased was still there. Her breasts, nearly as big as moms, were noticeably huge for her thin shapely frame.She stepped. And she had also not seen that uniform in years.For a few minutes, I simply stared at her. I didn't move. I wanted hermind to digest the sight of me, Jerri her maid --- Gary her torturedhusband for fuck's sakes --- freely standing in front of her. I do notknow what raced through her mind. Mine was set on portraying no emotion atall. It required effort.I tacked the letter to the wall in front of her, close enough so she couldread it, and then walked around behind her, out of her sight. I gave. Her hips continued to move, wanting me back where I just was, but instead I again kissed my way back up her body. Again my lips ended up at her neck, as I made sure she felt my hard cock poking her thighs. Stacey began to whisper Mitchell’s name. Before I could kiss her chin she was so lost in the moment that she pushed her lips to mine. As we kissed I felt her pussy moving against my cock until my dick slid in. Stacey let out a loud moan, but it was too early and I didn't want her just yet. I. Mom was furious, because this was a night she always looked forward to, and had put hours upon hours into making the costumes perfect. Although clearly mad at Dad, she still planned to go to the party.A couple of hours later, Mom came downstairs in her Belle costume. My cock was instantly stiff. I have always secretly thought Belle was the hottest cartoon character, in the same way I think Betty is easily the hottest Archie girl. But my Mom dressed as Belle, in the blue dress, her hair exactly.