The need for Experience

The need for Experience
By
Gail Holmes

Maureen sat at the table looking toward her daughter; reaching forward she touched Wally her husband’s hand, he looked up toward her, Maureen nodded toward her daughter sitting on the step in the doorway.

Hazel was a beautiful girl, she loved her art, and she’d sit and sketch for hours on end, her mind was oblivious to anything around her predetermined on the subject on her mind, normally a bird or a stretch of scenery. Her arty board was set resting on her legs and knees

“I cannot believe her, here she is eighteen coming on nineteen and she hasn’t learnt yet. The times I’ve told her about it” Maureen stated.

Wally looked to the side of him, Hazel never notice his stare, to him he’d never minded, the sight was gratifying, what man wouldn’t?

“You, you wouldn’t care if she sat there nude, you must know the sensitivity of men when they are faced with something like that!”

“Leave her be, she doing no harm?” Wally stated looking back to his wife.

“I know what your like at your age; God only knows what the youngsters feel?”

Wally knew of her meaning, Maureen enjoyed their lovemaking. Wally speculated as to what she’d do if she ‘d only known half of their lovemaking was due to his daughter’s postures. He looked back once more this time feasting on the view up under her skirt, always the same; the height of the step gave a clear and uninterrupted view just that little bit of height worked wonders.

“Hazel! Watch your pose!” Maureen called out in a strident tone.

“For goodness sake Mum, there’s only you and Dad here!”

“It’s just as well?” Maureen implied. “I just hope you watch out for yourself when out of the house.

Wally turned back to the table and continued with his dinner, he wasn’t sure how to take Hazel’s remark; did she really think he was past it? He wondered.

Hazel was always a problem when she was a child, she’d always throw her knickers way, hated wearing any underwear until she was around fourteen, it was then that Maureen really took the reins, she persevered that if she had to she would tie them to her daughter. At that age she didn’t need to have anyone seeing she’d no underwear on.

“I’m sure Dad has seem plenty of views in his time why should he be troubled with me. It’s not as if my underwear is unclean I’ve only just showered and I know they are clean as I’ve only just put them on!”

“Less of the lip young lady, I’m only thinking of what’s best for you!” Maureen replied.

“You never know Mum I might like the guy who’s taking a look, there is no better way to catch a guys attention?” Hazel laughed.

“May be so, but your forever doing it!”

“Perhaps I am trying to attract attention!” Hazel replied.

Wally nearly bit his tongue at her remark; he turned to look at her once more. Hazel gave a sly wink then slowly opened her legs that little wider. Wally smiled, not knowing as to what she was trying to get across to him; he couldn’t believe it could be sex of which had never entered his mind. He pushed his hands down into his groin, this time Hazel had noticed, she knew her vindictiveness was working; she’d never seen him do this before.

“I think I’ll take a bath!” Wally stood wiping his hands and mouth on a serviette.

“Well I have to go out as I have arranged to meet Sandra to go shopping? I’ll leave you two to look after the home. Is there anything you want Wally?”

“Not really I don’t know about young Hazel here?”

Barbara looked across to Hazel “Well?”

“Where are you going shopping then?” Hazel inquired.

Unless she has change her ideas we’re going into Windsor, so we should be back around five, if the buses run on time

Wally left the room giving Maureen a kiss on the cheek. “Don’t spend all your money!” He smiled and was gone.

Hazel got up from her sitting position and moved to the table collecting some of the crockery, I’ll do the dishes Mum if you want to get going!”

“That’s kind of you dear, I’ll help you clear the table.”

“Mum, do you mind if I ask you a personal question?”

“That’s what Mum’s are for my dear; fire away?”

“Is it true that as man gets older the bigger he gets?”

“I’m not with you dear, what are meaning to say?”

Hazel didn’t know whether Mother was trying to be ambiguous or not. “I mean in the sexual side, do they grow with age?”

“What a question to ask; still I suppose you have you’re reasons. I would say yes, however if you happen to come across someone of your father’s stature, in that I mean as to his penis; make sure you keep your legs securely crossed, and wait until you’re a little older!” Maureen stated. “Why on earth did you ask me that?”

“Just wondered if what I heard was true, no other reason!”

“In that case I’ll get my things together and be on my way, can’t be late can I you know what a fuss pot Sandra is!” Maureen walked back into the hallway collecting her coat. “See you later, and be good!”

“Right Mum you have a nice day!” Hazel called back.

Her mother’s answer kept her in suspense, she often heard her through the adjoining bedroom wall, and the noises startled her from time to time. Okay she was no virgin, but colleges at work had often stated that the older a man was the bigger his cock, this could well be the reason for her mother’s cries, mostly on Sunday mornings.

Hazel rushed through the washing up, placing every thing back in the cupboards she was eager to get up stairs. She was sure that her father was up for it; at least with him nobody else would know of her intentions. And if her mother were right she’d have an enjoyable time with no quandary of any one else finding out. The trouble with Hazel was that she was too selective with her men friends; often she’d been told she was too choosy by her friends; Hazel could but agree with them, in all her years she’d only ever bedded two.

Wally was still in the bathroom as she passed the door; hurrying to her own bedroom quickly she undressed putting her new delicate housecoat on.