Last Friday the Mother returned unexpectedly from her work trip. She was supposed to be gone for a good long time, so when she walked into the house screaming names we all sighed. Her offspring love her, but she is a bit cold toward them. Plus, she really does treat her Husband like shit, and all the man does it try to please her. I cannot tell you how many times I have tried to get this man to fuck me, but he always pusses out on me. He doesn’t want to “cheat” on his Wife. What a bunch of crap, he deserves better, and it’s just a matter of time before I wear him down.
Back to the story at hand. She comes flying in the door to tell us all that she has a work weekend in France, and she needs to take the boy and girl with her because her company is doing a presentation where a family is involved. She came up with the brilliant idea to use the boy and the girl as props, to show that her’s a family company. How nice for the boy and the girl, to be used as props by their Mother. What a bitch.
We all got packed while she waited in the car. The only time she made any attempt to help is when she phoned us from the back of the car to tell us that we had to hurry. After a rushed job of packing, finding passports and other things, we left. It was a very long flight to France. The boy and girl just wanted to talk to their Mother so they sat by her, she ended up moving twenty-five minutes into the flight because they were “bothering” her and she needed to concentrate on her presentation. I saw the hurt right away in those little faces. I went up and sat with them. I told them just to lean on me and they should try to sleep, and that when we got to the Hotel I would make it all better.
We were all exhausted by the time the boy and girl and I walked into our Suite. The Mother and Dad shared one, and we had the other. As soon as the door shut, I told the boy and girl, “Okay, are you ready to have some fun?” I pointed to the one Louis Vuitton suitcase that was their Mother’s that I put on our cart. They started to giggle, I had to hold my finger up to my lips because the Suites were adjoining and I didn’t want the Mother to hear us having a good time.
They and I played dress up with everything in that suitcase. She had her good clothing in it, I had picked the right one. Not only did we play dress up but the boy and his sister had a great time leaving a little something in his Mother’s panties. After we were done playing dress up they felt better about being ignored by their Mother. I wonder if she noticed how stiff some of the articles of clothing were when she put them on. I also wonder what she would do if she knew that is originated from the boy, the girl, and myself when we all came in them.
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