Sara – Mom

The car stops in front of Sara’s house. Viktoria noticed there was a woman at the window and the girl told she was her mom. The woman felt her blood icing in her veins and she knew she needed to think fast.

“Sara, I can’t talk to her now. I have to arrange something before I can talk to your mom. Please keep the money in your pocket and don’t show to her. I promise I will talk to her very soon and I will be able to solve all the problems. Just give her my visit card and tell her who I am and about Cristina. Tell her I gave you a lift to home and I’ll look forward for meet her soon” Viktoria quickly said. She just kissed the girl on her lips and, waving the woman through the open car’s window, and ran away.

Sara closed the door and confronted with her mom. She was trying to hide the discomfort she was still feeling in her womb and the fear she was feeling in her hart. When her mom‘s sight met her, she busted in tears and buried her face in the valley between her mom’s breasts.

“Sara, dear, what happened??” Deborah asks to her. She waited until the girl stopped to sobs end and, after she wiped the tears from her glistened face She was just able to say “I met Mrs Viktoria” and she started to sob again.

After some times she become able to tell to her mom, avoiding to give the exact date of the meeting, about how she’s discriminated at school, how shameful she was when Mrs Viktoria catch her spying Cristina’s group. But before her mom was able to comfort Sara, she added she was much more ashamed of herself when she brought her to the club and how patient and friendly, Mrs Viktoria, was been with her. She was so sorry she made her understood her mom incomes weren’t very good. Deborah kept her daughter at her chest, saying how was all ok and how everything could go much better in the future. Everything while she was dyeing inside because she knew she was lying.

After they recovered the composure, Sara gave the visit card to her mom saying how Mrs Viktoria was afraid to be in late and not be able to meet her. Because of her lack of time she wasn’t able to made friendship with other school parents and, meeting such nice and polite girl, she surely would meet her mom.

Sara herself was wondered how good her lies were. Lies were so good that her mom was afraid the woman wants meet her immediately. She started to wonder what she could wear or how her hair could be combed but forgetting to call her for ask when or thank her about the lift for her daughter.

Viktoria was in fear. What if the girl will tell to her mom?? She was almost afraid to go to home because she could find the Police, there, in waiting. Her mind was working at light speed, finding a way for push the bitch from her side: She just has to find where she was working and, maybe, with all people she knows, she could be fired or threatened to be. Maybe, if the woman was in good shape, she could let her find an employ in one of the brothels she knew, bonding her daughter’s fate with hers if she would call the police.

Deborah watched at her daughter while she was going to bed. She perfectly knew how, in the actual conditions, she wasn’t able to meet the promise she did to her daughter. As she was packing the neat clothes just come out from the dryer, she realized all of them were old and cheap and she surely wasn’t able to buy new ones or, worst, expensive ones. She sighed and ask to herself what she could do for solve this and many other problems like the fact her old car was going to be “very” old, one of her two jobs was sure anymore, and her own social life.. Well! What social life was talking about? She surely wasn’t able to find time and waste money in some relationship with some guy to share her bed with. She watched herself in the mirror: “I am 30, still nice but I should need a hairdresser, make up, and new clothes but I am feeling like an old nun.” she though by herself while she turned her body for watch her “B” side. Shaking herself from the open eyes dream, she felt so guilty for thinking about herself while her baby-girl was in crisis. Maybe she should accept the offer of her mom to send Sara to live with her but she wasn’t already so down and, before let her mom win, she was sure she was able to whoring herself for satisfy her daughter’s needs.

After some minute she decided to tuck Sara’s sheets and give her the goodnight kiss. She wanted be much present and be more friendly with her considering the difficult age the girl was passing through. She was going to open the door but, when she heard muffles from Sara’s bed, she decided do be discreet and just peek through the door. What she found left her in disbelief: Sara was in her nightdress but pulled out on her hips; her pussy was totally exposed and, through a mirror, she was exploring her baby hole. Deborah was petrified: her baby girl was discovering herself and, as her thoughts confirmation, Sara slipped her middle finger in her pussy and started to move it up and down, biting her lower lip for not moan too loud.