Karen Sue and Pierre had been near one another in sexuality and friendship for a time considered long and joyous yet it was she who...
Karen Sue and Pierre had been near one another in sexuality and friendship for a time considered long and joyous yet it was she who had started to worry. It being true that she had been able to arouse the interest of a man two decades her junior, yet it was her doubts which asked for how long? He all things taken in to account was a man known for never being too long with any one woman, as if he kept looking for something else or perhaps just became bored with whom he had. It was not so much that she doubted in her own beauty feminine charm as much as feeling he was one to prefer variety.
It was with trepidation of the kind that led her to a plan which almost horrified her at first that she could even conceive let alone decide on executing. It was all so simple, she had calculated every step; from the emotions of those involved, to how she figured they would react. For her it was but a matter of sufficient nerve to do what her mind dictated was in everybody’s best interest.
Karen’s intensions were to unite her daughter, Kasiutrella and her admirer; to attend what was bound to be her last performance as an opera singer. It would be even before Kasiutrella and Pierre would attend this her last performance that the plan was put in to motion. Karen taking Kasiutrella shopping, for all those attires a lady with sights on the opera was expected to don. All of which Karen; herself had cherished and associated with her womanhood did she pass on to Kasiutrella, in the shape of a long crimson ballroom gown for the occasion yet it would come in what was worn in privacy.
How Karen decorated her daughter that evening was what brought stimulus to her feminine vanity. It being Kasiutrella’s pale legs adorned by dangling white silks from garters; almost matching the sensual ivory flesh they lend fashion to. All to complete the portrait of the alluring lady she wished her daughter to be. Karen had looked over Kasiutrella, as she inspected her for what would be her night to remember even if her suspicion was not yet up to the task of foreseeing what her mother could.
The opera went by magnificently; after which Karen asked of Pierre to escort Kasiutrella out to dinner; which in reality had been planed for herself yet it was Karen who insisted her daughter take her place. Pierre she asked to comfort Kasiutrella, in these days still not far from her father’s demise. Kasiutrella had for her own been given a role in Karen’s scene which required her to simply turn amicable to one whose nature had been helpful to them for a long time.
Karen had gone to a dinner to which she was invited to with both Kasiutrella and Pierre. A feast it was in her honor, she being one who had renounced once and for all from the opera. Naturally, Karen went through all the steps of protocol when she informed her host neither Kasiutrella or Pierre would be present; her pretext one of charm; wishing it to be for those of the opera yet authentic reasons were far from this.
Karen however with her thoughts on Kasiutrella and Pierre did manage to leave the gala event held in her honor early, much to the protests of her friends and hostess; so she might be sure to greet Kasiutrella upon her return home with Pierre. Excited Karen felt as she awaited Kasiutrella’s return from what she had come to consider her first real date with a gentleman to take her out of all childhood fantasy and in to her own female reality.
Kasiutrella and Pierre arrived home late with the excess joy and influence of the night’s beverages that usually accompany those who have taken cloak in a nocturnal outing. Karen for her mother’s care could not but detect the evening’s effects on Kasiutrella, who she felt the need to scold for what she considered her inappropriate hour of arrival. It was rage which guided Karen as she opened the door for Kasiutrella and Pierre, she dressed in the white nightgown so much favored by Pierre.
Karen however despite her mean furry and jealousy of both Kasiutrella and Pierre waited for her moment to strike; for them to take seat on the sofa in the living room in which she had been waiting in attire more suited for a lover than anybody else. Kasiutrella and Pierre sitting down on the sofa as Karen looked at them with a certain amount of hatred in her eyes for what she more than certainly did not approve of.
“Young lady, do you think this is an appropriate time to come home and in this state of having drunk too much, I won’t even ask what you too have been up to but I will not have my daughter while she is living under my roof running around like a tramp till God knows what hours of the night and doing what ever she please with whom ever she pleases” were Karen’s words which she said with almost controlled fury; as her voice had not gone beyond her normal in volume yet held about it a tone which suggested she would use it to cause as much damage as she could to the one who was her daughter. Kasiutrella, in all reality had never expected her mother to react in this way, as she had been encouraged to go out and even have some champagne which she had not even had all that much of but perhaps given the fact that she had mixed it with drinks had produced a stronger effect than she would have hoped for. She was stunned at her mother’s words; as if she could not believe the circumstances that had come about; which even seem to take her out, ever slightly from the drunken state she was in.
Pierre at that moment did not know what to say or how to react as in all sincerity he treated such arguments as not being the kind he should get involved in; given they were between a mother and daughter yet it was on this occasion that he felt he should step in should Karen turn to violence against her own daughter. Of course there was also the factor in this particular case that to a certain extent this issue did perhaps in an indirect way concern him, since it had been he who had taken Kasiutrella out and even to some extent gotten her in trouble.
Karen was in full rage as she looked at her daughter with a touch of ever visible disdain and at her appearance which she felt portrayed a woman who had been involved in sexual activities in public places, given the way her dress had become almost wrinkled. “Mother what is wrong? Have I done something I should not have? You did say to go out with Pierre and have a good time or did you not?” Kasiutrella finally spoke; almost afraid that she had misunderstood what she had been asked or as if she for the first time in her whole life did not know the sort of person her mother in truth was.
Karen at that moment looked on with a triumphant gaze upon her, this being the last thing she wished to let on at that moment; for she could see the fear starting to mount in her daughter’s eye, as she did her utmost to hid what might not give the show of rage. “I told you to go out and have a good time; not be a slut and a drunken one at that and as for you, you pathetic gigolo I told you to show my daughter a good time and not try to seduce her or have you done it already perhaps in the car or did you have the class to take her in to the restroom at the restaurant or perhaps the disco; I can see you both went to?” Karen asked in a way all could see had been rhetorical yet Kasiutrella at this point felt worse than she ever had when talking to her mother. Her mother had never referred to her as such and all of a sudden she did feel like what she had been called, not because she in fact had but she started to despise the close she had been made to wear and even could see that theirs had been slightly flirtatious though in all truth it had been limited to dancing and a peck or two on each other’s mouth which she had even noticed her mother to do with some of her male and sometimes even girlfriends though perhaps it was not acceptable for her.
Kasiutrella, at that moment gave the appearance of one who would not be long in starting to cry; her eyes turning red as if tears would not be long in following. Karen even sadistically waiting for it while she also did not remove her stare of Pierre whom she could see was uncomfortable under the tense atmosphere she had created; her detecting he had not figured out how and when he should step in perhaps in the defense of the one who had been his escort for the evening.
It was then that Kasiutrella could no longer hold back the tears as they began to scream from her eyes, that Pierre intended to say something only to stopped by Karen who had been waiting for this precise instant to continue her onslaught of not only her daughter but Pierre, “She cries and you say nothing, I asked you two if you had slept together and this is the reply I get, well now it is all too clear to me” Karen spoke in a tone of almost malice yet always remembering not to go up to what could be a scream, as Karen had learnt through out the years that the best way to scold someone was to use a stern tone which did not have to be loud but cold in the way it accentuated each word.
Kasiutrella continued to cry as if not knowing what to say or do, as if she even expected her mother to throw her out of the house, given she already knew about the affair her mother and Pierre were having even before the death of her father yet had she wanted him too. It was for certain nothing but a few kisses had come from theirs however had her mother cause to believe she had made love to her boyfriend, for it was the appearance portrayed even if falsely. These thoughts were going on in Kasiutrella’s mind as she listened to her mother and Pierre argue about how nothing of the sort had happened between him and herself with Karen repeating she did not believe a word of it; while Pierre claimed she could ask the mutual friends they had to confirm what he was saying.
Kasiutrella however had come to develop a wisdom from her father which told her that at times like this it was wisest not to argue specially when alcohol had had its way and to wait till the morning when the logic of those involved would not be so hampered by the heat of the moment. Kasiutrella, would explain everything to her mother, knowing she would not expect her to do any less yet however it was seeing the condition she know found herself in with her dress in fact wrinkled beyond what looked acceptable and her stockings slightly torn that made her see that her appearance would not aide her cause that led Kasiutrella to realize that it be best she make herself scarce.
Tears had not yet subsided yet she figured their was more chance for her to get back her calm if she simply went of to her room and to bed; for all would seem clearer once she removed her dress and got in her bed where she had always managed to find some solace. “Good night” Kasiutrella said in a teary voice as she stood up in front of her mother who had not yet ceased to verbally assault Pierre; who seemed to be almost mocking her as if she were a woman who had been attacked by a lunacy of the most absurd kind which added to paranoid sensations.
Karen upon hearing her daughter say good night looked at Kasiutrella with even more rage which even she was not sure how she had been able to muster it and said “Yes, I want you to go to bed and get the fuck out of my sight, you make me sick to look at some drunken floozy” while standing up herself just in front of Kasiutrella, who seemed freighted. This in spite of her already being taller than her mother by several inches. Kasiutrella, at that moment felt insulted, more than anything that stretched even beyond being hurt. This being what Karen saw in her daughter’s eyes, who finally found it in her to look her mother directly. As if doubting her mother even meant what she had said yet Karen had made up her mind to impose fear on her daughter; which she would do at all cost. This leading to the ever quick and sudden slap she caught her daughter with in the face, who had never really been struck by either of her parents till that moment.
Karen had wanted to say something to her daughter but felt words had lost their edge which prompted her to take to a physical attack which even surprised her; who though did not show in her reaction even feared she would be hit back. Kasiutrella, already being in an age where her body was not of less strength than her own. Kasiutrella, however cried bitterly more from humiliation than pain as she ran off to her room.
Karen then looked at Pierre; after Kasiutrella had ran out of the room and much to his even greater shock with a completely different expression on her face; almost as if none of the bitterness which had transpired had taken place and it all had been but an illusion or figment of his imagination. Karen, truly at that moment seemed like a woman who was completely out of her mind as she almost smiled while walking over to Pierre, who was more confused than ever as he waited for Karen to let out some sort of explanation for what now seemed to have been but a pantomime.
Karen took a seat, next to him on the sofa seeming more like the lady he had known all through out what had been their relationship and started in a friendly tone “I’m sorry, I am not really angry at you or her but I just don’t want her to go out like that and get drunk, it does not look dignified for a young lady to come home like that and as for you; I know you did not try to seduce her and nothing went on between you two but I just want her too see what men will be like someday. I trust you to take care of her and I want you to be her friend, she needs one after the death of her father (it was at this point that Pierre was lost yet he did get the message that Karen had wanted to make a point about something which even she did not seem to sure of) specially a man”.
Karen at that moment took Pierre’s hand as she had done so many times before and started kissing him in the mouth; who went along more from not knowing what to really say or do, given he felt this had already been discussed. “Please also understand that I was jealous, perhaps it is stupid for a mother to be such about her daughter but you have to admit she is lovely and I can see the way you stare at her at times but I know you two will respect me enough to stay away from making love like we do” Karen spoke now as if attempting to seduce Pierre who still was not sure what to do though his attention toward sexuality was being aroused by not only her words but the way she was now almost lying on top of him who remained seated. Karen pressing her breast against his chest as if tempting his stroke upon those pink areas so familiar to his tongue.
Karen seeing Pierre was becoming more excited as her hand’s touch sensed from his root continued “Pierre can you do something for me?”, as if she already knew what she needed to; simply from what little theirs had been. Pierre feeling relieved after being convinced hers had been but an effect of humor and perhaps hormones of the age began to caress the one who many considered to be his lady of passions as he replied “Sure what do you want me to do?” almost with some guilt; as perhaps he had taken too many liberties with Kasiutrella.
Karen and Pierre continued their activities of sexual arousal, her having guided his hands to go inside her gown; to touch those areas of her which he could sense had taken on the moisture required for theirs to be; as they were near a lying position on the sofa for two. “I want you to go to Kasiutrella’s room and explain to her that you were not trying to seduce her but that you just want to be her friend like you want to be close to our family, explain to her the kind of relationship we have and that it is wrong for you and her to even think about anything of the sort. Tell her and make her feel that you will always be there for her, like her father was and that she can rely on you for anything she should ever hope for” Karen said while Pierre listened carefully as they held each other tight and looking in to each other’s eye.
“I will if you want me to but don’t you think you should talk to her too?” Pierre asked with some shyness; as if feeling he were taking on too much freedom by even suggesting. Karen then smiled in a way which even baffled Pierre, who could see a certain joy about her which he did not really see the cause of as she continued in the way of “I will talk to her tomorrow but I think it is important for you to go in to her bedroom (there was something almost sensual in the way she said this word) and explain to her tonight so she will not go to sleep believing you were looking to make love to her and she will know it was but a misunderstanding on her part; after all the death of her father was very hard on her”. Pierre could not see anything wrong with the argument he had been presented with other than the one he stated with some concern in his words “But don’t you think it is best if I speak to her tomorrow, considering how she feels now and that she is tired?”.
Karen in all truth had expected Pierre to respond as he did which made her reply “It will only be but a few minutes and tell her with all sincerity that she will always be special to you as I am; because you once said you would take care of me and Kasiutrella if my husband were no longer around”. Pierre at that moment did not really know what to say other than “ok” as he separated from Karen and walked off in the direction of Kasiutrella’s room. Pierre figuring that it would be but a few moments and some words of tenderness like he had once used upon a cousin of his who had gotten the wrong idea regarding the same.
