In two different cities morning come at the same time. The day would be very similar but very different for the two women.
*
Meg got out of bed with a smile and a slightly soar butt. Her husband Jack was already on his way to the shower. Even after three kids, they still got horny on occasion, but they couldn’t afford another kid. Atleast not on Jack’s salary even if it was good. And right now Meg didn’t want to be forced to go back into the workforce with a five, three and one-year-old at home.
“I’ll drop Lynn off at school,” Called from the shower.
“Thanks,” Meg said as she sat on the toilet.
*
Jen watched her wife get dressed as she thought about her day. Connie would go to work and she would see there six-year-old daughter on the bus. While they were away Jen would go in town. Connie didn’t need to know about that.
*
Meg was fixing Jack and Lynn’s lunches while Steve (three) and Christy Chen (One) sat at the table playing with their food. Jack surprised her with a tight hug from behind.
“You look as amazing as the day I married you my lovely panda,” Jack kissed her ear.
“Stop that, or I will shave your head again,” Meg smiled back, “You old English sheep dog.”
“Why do you two call each other that?” Lynn asked as she walked in the kitchen.
“Because Panda’s are a symbol of China,” Jack smiled, “And you know how your grandparents came over from China. So I married a wonderful American Panada. And of course my half of the family is English. The house of Lee was big in the English civil war.”
“On top of that,” Meg turned around and started playing with Jack’s curly hair.
“Why Panda?” Lynn said, “It’s it mean? Mom isn’t fat.”
“Red pandas are skinny,” Meg interjected, “But if your teacher is trying to tell you that your father is racist, tell her to give me a call.”
*
“See you when you get home,” Jen kissed Connie good bye.
She watched from the front door as her wife went off to the job at the Public Relations office. She then smiled as she slinked off to the get changed. Having a kid had been Connie’s idea so really it was her fault. She had been the surrogate mother for their darling little Ethal and carried her to term while Connie kept working. But it had awoken something in Jen, before she had been a gold star lesbian, and now she had a date with her boyfriend and he was going to fuck her sideways.
*
Meg hung up the phone with her mom, everyone seemed to think she looked great today, she hadn’t even put on makeup. But of course her mom had wanted to face time with her so she could see her grandkids. Meg looked at the stuffed animal sticking out from under the back of the couch. She bent over and picked it up. Standing back up she stopped. These were her stiff jeans. Her sweats and loose jean were in the washing machine. That should have required more effort to bend down like that. She shook it off and walked to the back door and stepped out to see her son playing in the sand box.
*
“Oh yeah…” Jen moaned as she got plowed in the ass.
“Yeah, you like that?” Mark said, “Your little bitch at home can’t give that to you can she? You slut.”
“Such a slut,” Jen’s eyes rolled back in her head.
“Such a naughty slut.”
*
“Steve it’s time for lunch,” Meg called to her son, “Want lunch Christy?”
Meg turned for a half second to open the door and let Christy walk inside. She turned around and gasped in horror. A coyote had crept into the yard and now ready to pounce on her son from behind. Instinct took over and Meg leapt to tackle the wild predator. To her shock she did in fact tackle it. She had leapt two yards from the door to the sand box and was now another three yards past the sand box with the squirming animal in her arms. She let go and the coyote limped away. Steve just looked over confused.
“Come on it’s time for lunch,” Meg scooped up her son as she rushed back inside.
*
Jen was in a blissful state as she walked down the streets of the city center. Two boyfriends in three hours, all she had to do was grab groceries on the way home and everything would be good. A hand shot out from the alleyway and yanked her in. She was surprised to find herself looking at three teens and the barrel of a pistol.
“Hand of your purse and your jewels bitch,” the one in the middle sneered.
“How about you blow your brains out,” Jen snapped back angrily
The shot echoed off the buildings as blood splattered the thug to the right. Jen didn’t expect the man to do what she told him to. She quickly punched the one on her left and kicked the one on the right in the gut. She had expected the heel of her fuck me stilettos to break off, but surprisingly they hadn’t. She then bolted out of there and once she was about five blocks away she realized, she did that in about two seconds and she wasn’t even winded! She looked at her reflection in a shop window.
“What the hell?” Jen muttered.
She then looked at the display in the window and a thought crossed her mind. She went in to ask how much for the dominatrix outfit in the window.
*
Meg was playing the day’s events in her head, as much as it amused Steve and Christy to watch her do backflips and moves she hadn’t even been able to when she did martial arts and gymnastics, she shouldn’t have been able to do those moves. She waited at the curb for her oldest while she went over it again and again in her head. The knock at the window wasn’t her daughter. It was another woman.
“Are you Lynn Lee’s mother?” a white woman asked.
“Yes,” Meg frowned.
“I understand your husband calls you racist names,” the woman said.
“No, no he doesn’t,” Meg sneered, “My mother gave me the nick name of American Panda while I was growing up on Long Island to remind me that while they had immigrated from China and all my linage was in Asia, I was born American. If anyone in my family is racist it is my mother for calling my husband and English Sheep Dog. Although I think my mother in-law taught me a great word to describe you. It starts with the letter B.”
“Why you,” the woman started.
Meg got out of the car. She was looking for her daughter.
“Come on Lynn,” Meg muttered to herself.
“You…” the woman started as she moved towards Meg.
Meg on instinct moved out of the way causing to woman to brush past her and slam into the car.
“My family before me were all red pandas,” Meg snapped, “And a red panda puts ninjas to shame. Don’t try to start a fight with me, ok? Now I want to get my daughter and go home.”
*
Jen was smiling to herself, Ethal was working on her homework, just like mommy told her to. Connie would be home any minute. Dinner was waiting for them and afterwards she was going to have some fun with Connie tonight weather she wanted to or not.
Jen put her hand down her pants and felt the rubber dildo on the special pair of panties she had bought. The store clerk had warned her about sweating in latex clothing, but so far she hadn’t in the least. Jen wiggled her bottom against the kitchen counter causing the built in plug in her ass to plunge deeper.
*
Meg sat on Jack’s lap.
“The kids are all in bed,” Meg said.
“You are the sexiest ninja panda I have ever met,” Jack smiled as he put his arms around Meg.
“What?” Meg asked and then thought of the phone ringing, “Oh no.”
“Relax,” Jack said, “The detective said they reviewed the video and it was clear you had your back to her and your hands were up. But you side stepped out of the way so you are not the aggressor. If anything else comes up we should give the police a call since that teacher was ordered to leave us alone.”
“Great,” Meg said.
“What was this Steve was saying earlier about you being a supermommy?” Jack asked.
“Oh,” Meg rolled her eyes, “At lunch time I was outside with them and a coyote snuck into the yard, I shooed it away.”
“He said you hit it like the guys on ‘Sunday ball’. Here I thought you were tackling random wildlife,” Jack said, “And kind of hoping you might show me some of these ninja moves in bed.”
“Which ones?” Meg giggled.
“The ones that involve these,” Jack pulled a roll of condoms from his briefcase.
*
Connie was drooling behind the gag she had tied herself. She had agreed to everything Jen had told her to do. Normally it was the other way around.
“You love being my bitch,” Jen whispered in Connie’s ear as she slammed the full length of the rubber dildo into her snatch, “From now on you are going to be a lot more girlie for me slut. In fact, I am going to take you shopping for a new sluttly makeover and some tattoos so everyone knows you’re my bitch.”
Jen looked in the mirror, they had been at it for hours now and while Connie was a mess with sweat dampened hair, Jen looked like she had just finished her makeup.