Mother Explores Daughter

The phone rang.
“Hello,” Janice said into receiver recognizing the number immediately as she glanced at the display.
“Hey honey,” Harold said on the other end his voice distant. “I got bad news.”
“You’re not going to make it for dinner are you?”
“I’m sorry but the meeting ran longer than anticipated and I’ve missed my flight and now with that storm passing through they’ve cancelled the flights for the rest of the day.”
“Will you be back tomorrow,” Janice asked leaning against the wall staring at the table set for three.
“Yep. I’ve already been booked on the afternoon flight.”
“Okay.” She said still disappointed.
“Tell Katie I’m sorry. I have to go the hotel shuttle is here. Love you. Call you later.”
“Love you too.” Janice said just as Katie entered the dinning room.
“Was that daddy?” She asked.
“Yeah he’s not going to make it. They cancelled some flights and he’s stuck.”
“Oh. I guess it doesn’t matter if I change or not,” she said.
She was wearing a long white tee shirt like the one her mother was wearing. Neither of them wore anything under them. Like mother like daughter she thought. She was right in more ways than she knew.
Katie at fourteen years old looked almost exactly as Janice did when she was fourteen. She had long wavy blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Her face was small and round with perpetually pouted lips. Her breasts were small and round beneath the tee shirt at about 32A with nipples hard and eager to pierce the fabric. No doubt as she matured her breasts would be the temptation of many men. She smiled wondering how they felt. She glanced down at her own as Katie left for the kitchen. Firm and round her 36D still drew attention easily. It was then she wondered if Katie was still a virgin.
Katie reentered the dinning room with a bowl of salad that Janice had made in one hand and wine in the other. Before Janice could say a word Katie was gone again. She really didn’t think she should have the wine until Harold was home yet as she sat down she found the opener and popped the cork while waiting for her daughter to bring the remainder of the meal.
I wonder if she’s experimenting. Janice thought as she watched her sweet hour glass frame not at all much like normal fourteen year olds. She was just like she was when she was fourteen, she thought again as Katie took a seat next to her mother.
“Shall we eat?” Katie said.
“Yes.”
Katie had water for herself but as Janice sipped from her own glass she didn’t think it would do any harm for her to have a little and suggested it.
“Why don’t you have some wine baby.”
Without protest Katie filled the glass that was meant for her father.
Not what Janice had expected she shrugged. It was a Friday night so if she slept late she’d have two days to wake up.
The rain began to fall. It pattered against the house like untrained drummers trying to sync themselves.
Janice decided to start a conversation as she was no longer interested in just eating in particular now that she was interested in her daughter’s sex life.