Mom's Little Rebellion: Weesa!!

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“Weesa!!”

Lisa opened her weary eyes to Allie’s cheerful voice as she scampered into the room, and stretched. For the first time that week, Allie had beaten her on waking up. Quickly looking to the clock on the nightstand, she sighed with relief to see that there was still plenty of time. Staying on the phone with one’s husband late into the night had consequences! Grinning with remembrance, she decided the ‘consequences’ were well worth it! “G’mornin’, Sweetheart!” Reaching out, she tousled Allie’s hair.

“Time to wake up!”

A bundle of energy already. Smiling at her little charge, Lisa pried herself from the bed to meet the day, a part of her sad the week was over so quickly. One last day to enjoy Allie, and be a ‘mom for the week.’ A flurry of activity ensued, and soon both ladies were off to their respective places of duty for the morning: school and work. This time, perhaps because of the seeming shortening of her remaining time with Allie, work seemed to fly by. Back at school she picked up a rosy-faced Allie and headed back home.

Today, they would stay home. Every other day had been out, today would be in. All week long Allie had been telling Lisa about her playhouse; it was high time to go see it. Changing out of her scrubs, and helping Allie to likewise change from her school clothes, Lisa opened the sliding glass door to the back yard for the first time.

“Dere it is!” Allie exclaimed, breaking into a run, just to be first so she could open the door for Lisa.

“Um… I don’t know if I can fit in there, Sweety,” Lisa smiled. “But you can go in.” Looking briefly perplexed, not to mention disappointed, Allie looked at Lisa again, and then understood. “Go on in,” Lisa encouraged. “Here—I’ll look through the window. Truth be told, she might have been able to squeeze in, but it would have been a little uncomfortable. Darren must have somehow contorted himself into a pretzel-shape to work on it. Peering in the window, she watched Allie sit down at a little table, propping up an oversized doll on another chair. Fascinated, she watched her little girl go into her own little world, talking to her doll nonstop, and pouring phantom tea out of her tea pot into a cute little cup.

Leaving Allie for a moment to her play world, Lisa explored the well-kept backyard. Stooping down, she pulled a few weeds, which only made her think of the flowerbeds back at home that needed to be cleaned out… not that that would be the first item on the agenda once she reached home this particular night! She missed her husband, the sound of his voice, the touch of his gentle hands, and… oh yes, even when he accidentally left the toilet seat up again for the umpteenth time. A person could miss the silliest little things.

“Weesa?”

“Yes Allie?”

“Kin I go swimming?”

“Okay Sweety—let me go get your pool.”

Moments later Lisa filled the small wading pool from the garden hose. It looked freezing cold, but the air was warm and comfortable. Hopefully it wouldn’t take long to warm up. Taking Allie’s hand, they went into the house, where she helped Allie change into her swimsuit.

“Do you swim?” Allie inquired.

“I’m too big!” Lisa laughed. “But I’ll soak my tootsies.”

“Wassa’ toot-zee?”

“My toes, silly!” Tousling Allie’s hair, Lisa retreated to the bedroom to change into her swimsuit. Come to think of it, the sunshine would feel nice. Pulling the straps of her brilliant white one-piece over her shoulders, she appraised herself in the mirror. It wasn’t quite the same as the bikinis her husband loved to see her in, but for this afternoon it would be just fine. Gently fitting it around beautiful, full breasts, she momentarily imagined filling her husband’s hands with them instead and shivered involuntarily. Tonight would come none too soon!

Rejoining Allie, she reached for her little hand. Looking up at her and blinking her cute little eyes, Allie said, “Weesa, you petty!” Petty? Lisa couldn’t help but giggle. She certainly hadn’t been called that before. Allie started laughing with her. “I funny!”

“T-thank you, Sweety! I think you’re pretty, too!”

In the backyard once more, Lisa located a reclining lawn chair while Allie tested the water with her big toe. “It code,” she reported.

Dragging the lawn chair over to the small wading pool, Lisa dipped a toe in the water and concurred with Allie’s assessment. “Give it a little time,” she smiled. “You can play in your little house while it warms up.”

“Otay!”

Smiling as Allie scampered off, Lisa sat down on the lawn chair and adjusted it so she could lie back. The afternoon then seemed to pause. She watched Allie run to and from her little house, returning to test the water several times. She managed to finish a few chapters in a novel as Allie finally did get to the water and caught the giggles as she splashed about. And then she was out again, playing on her swing, chasing a butterfly that happened through the yard… The book dropped from her hand, and a tired ‘Weesa’ caught a few winks as she dozed in the sun’s warmth…

‘Oh—my—’ Suddenly dry mouthed, a fascinated Darren stood in the doorway to his backyard. Mentally chastising himself for staring, he simply couldn’t help it, his heart pounding like he was a teenager once more. He stood transfixed, not wanting to move, lest it wake her (and maybe him) from a beautiful dream. She had the face of an angel, and the body of a goddess, which only accentuated one of the sweetest people he’d ever known… and to think she hid all that underneath those nasty scrubs the hospital made them wear each day. A shame!

He suddenly found white his favorite color. Her gorgeous breasts softly rose and fell with each breath, an arm outstretched over the side of her lawn chair and nearly reaching the ground. He could see where the book had dropped and knew what happened. She shifted slightly in her sleep, the sunshine reflecting brilliantly from her outstretched legs, seeming all the longer with the high cut sides of her swimsuit. His eyes followed its v-shape over her flat stomach, and lower, as it narrowed to the apex of her shimmering thighs. Painfully erect, he wondered if he’d ever be the same after what he’d just seen. What a lucky man her husband must be!

“Weesa!!”

“Yes Allie?”

“Kin I go swimming?”

“Okay Sweety—let me go get your pool.”

“Do you swim?” Allie inquired.

“I’m too big!” Lisa laughed. “But I’ll soak my tootsies.”

“Wassa’ toot-zee?”

“T-thank you, Sweety! I think you’re pretty, too!”

In the backyard once more, Lisa located a reclining lawn chair while Allie tested the water with her big toe. “It code,” she reported.

“Otay!”

“Daddy!!!” Allie burst from her playhouse on a mad dash to the back door, breaking the silence. Barely getting the door open in time, he opened his arms as she rushed into them. “Weesa, Daddy’s home!!”

The angel stirred on the lawn chair, looking up with a half-startled expression on her pretty face. “Allie? I—Darren! Oh. I must have fallen asleep!”

“Weesa seep. I wet her,” Allie informed her father.

“It’s all right, Lisa,” Darren smiled. “Don’t get up on my account.” ‘Please don’t!’ he pleaded in his mind.

Remembering all her naughty actions in his bed through the week, she hid a sudden flush of embarrassment by yawning and stretching as she sat up. Oh well, what he didn’t know would never hurt him!

He came to her side, and she accepted his hand, helping her to her feet. She looked even sexier close up, and he smiled broadly in spite of himself. Drop-dead gorgeous, and still the same, sweet Lisa he had grown to appreciate at work. Seemingly unaware of the effect she was having on him, she stood and talked with him, while he diligently attempted to keep his eyes on her face… which was plenty interesting enough to look at all on its own, let alone the shadowy cleavage of her full breasts, that seemed to draw his eyes downward with the weight of an anchor… Painfully erect, he wondered if he’d ever be the same after what he’d just seen. What a lucky man her husband must be!

“Daddy? I wanna’ pitcher.”

“Say what?” Startled, Darren got her meaning. From the mouths of babes! Why, yes… and her daddy wanted a ‘pitcher.’ “Uh —okay, Sweety. Um—all right with you, Lisa?”

“Sure!”

Her smile was beautiful and disarming. Hurriedly finding the camera in the house, he returned to them again. At the moment they didn’t see them, and his heart nearly stopped in its tracks. Allie’s little hand was held in Lisa’s, her cute little face upturned to her adopted caretaker with a questioning look. The look on Lisa’s face was equally priceless, a curious mixture of happiness and sadness. He wasn’t sure just where the sadness was from, but he took their picture before heading out.

“Thanks so much, Lisa,” Darren said. “This means a lot to me.”

“Me too, Darren.” ‘More than you’ll ever know!’ she didn’t add. Then she shivered. “Where did the sun go? I should probably get out of this suit! Let’s go in Allie!”

Seeing them headed for the house, Allie caught up. “Daddy?”

“Yes, Sweetheart?”

“I wanna’ simsuit jus’ wike Weesa’s.”

Darren looked at Lisa briefly and shrugged. Amused, she grinned back at him as he gave his daughter a chuckling response. Satisfied, Allie zipped off to her room to change. “I’m sorry, Lisa,” he muttered. “I imagine she’d copy everything about you if she could.”

“There’s not much to copy,” she giggled. “Maybe I can make her one for her next birthday.” And then she winked, as if in reassurance, “At least I didn’t wear my bikini!” He stared hard at her for a brief moment, searching for some indication that she was doing this to him on purpose, and came up with absolutely nothing. From all appearances, she could have been commenting on the weather. Later, he tried to remember what his response was, but couldn’t, except to know his tongue had been inexplicably tied in knots. He hoped had hadn’t said something stupid.

Looking down at her breasts, she briefly rubbed soft hands over their beautiful surface, as if to smooth down nipples that were growing insistently erect. It was an innocent gesture, and she mentioned the cold again, as if that was surely what he must have been thinking too. As she turned up the hallway to her bedroom—actually HIS bedroom—to change, he nearly wilted again with the knowledge that the back was as beautiful as the front. Oh my! He blinked when he saw her slide a finger under the back of her suit which had ridden up on the curve of her bum, resituating it to its proper place, and without a backward glance. It was nearly maddening. That she did nothing by contrivance seemed to make her all the sexier. What he didn’t know at the time was that he hadn’t yet reached the final ‘straw.’

Gathering her things, Lisa said her ‘goodbyes,’ took one last look around, and stepped into her car. She saw them both waving to her in her rearview mirror, and stifled back the tears that threatened to roll down her cheeks. No, she couldn’t go home like this. It was no way to meet her husband.

Darren watched her go, a measure of his sadness returning. The first woman, a very nice one at that, to spend time in his house, and there he sat, ogling her like a horny teenager! The feelings she had unknowingly aroused in his heart (let alone other places), feelings he’d wondered if he’d ever be able to feel again after the loss of his wife, had caught him completely off guard. He stood transfixed, not wanting to move, lest it wake her (and maybe him) from a beautiful dream. She had the face of an angel, and the body of a goddess, which only accentuated one of the sweetest people he’d ever known… and to think she hid all that underneath those nasty scrubs the hospital made them wear each day. A shame!

“Weesa!!”

“Yes Allie?”

“Kin I go swimming?”

“Okay Sweety—let me go get your pool.”

“Do you swim?” Allie inquired.

“I’m too big!” Lisa laughed. “But I’ll soak my tootsies.”

“Wassa’ toot-zee?”

“T-thank you, Sweety! I think you’re pretty, too!”

In the backyard once more, Lisa located a reclining lawn chair while Allie tested the water with her big toe. “It code,” she reported.

“Otay!”

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