Cheater - Part 4 - 4K (Patreon)

Thoroughly embarrassed by her and Cookie's exchange, Blondie makes her way to her bedroom, the pink and purple panties still pressed to her chest.  Now that her daughter is home, any thought of what might have transpired between her and Alexander disappears entirely.  Dropping the under-thing onto the bed with a sigh, she gathers up her blouse and pants, wanting to be dressed before the young man of the house gets home.

Staring into the mirror above her dressing table, Blondie shakes head as she buttons her blouse, eyeing the sheer garment laying on the bed behind her.  In hindsight, the laundry ruse was pretty thin...hardly believable.  Not only does she owe Cookie a fair amount of money, but now she needs to feel her out to see what the girl suspects.

As an afterthought, she unbuttons her blouse midway down her chest, exposing just enough of her breasts for someone to take notice.

Blondie: (thinking) Jesus, woman.  What've you gotten yourself into?

A short while later, having gone back to folding laundry while sitting on the living room couch, Blondie's phone alerts her that Alexander is at the front door.  Just as she hears the doorknob turn, Blondie reaches up and pulls her blouse open a bit and she pushes her chest out.

Under normal circumstances Alexander would come home from school, exchange pleasantries with her, give her a peck on the cheek, and then fill her in on all of the usual school yard gossip.  Afterwards, he'd usually go to the kitchen, get a snack, and then retreat to his room to play video games until dinnertime.  From any of his normal after-school vantage points he won’t be able to not see her perfect breasts practically spilling over her strapless bra.

This time, however...

Blondie: How was your day at school, Dumpling?

Pretending to pay more attention to her laundry-folding than Alexander, Blondie watches him in her peripheral vision.  Alexander says nothing in return, trying not to make eye contact with her as he makes his way to the stairs.  When he disappears behind her, Blondie looks down at her open blouse and then lets out an almost inaudible sigh.

Blondie: (thinking) Great.

Unbeknownst to her, Cookie has been standing behind her the entire time, leaning against the staircase newel post.  Alexander and Cookie share a momentary glance as he scurries past.  Her knowing smirk is met with a suspicious scowl as he scuttles by.  As a parting shot, she gives him a pursed-lip kissing gesture...he, in turn, gives her the middle finger.

Cookie: Wow.  You must've really rubbed him the wrong way.

Startled, Blondie wheels around, racking her knee against the coffee table and knocking a basket full of laundry onto the floor.  She's met with an extremely under-dressed Cookie looking up the stairs as Alexander disappears from sight.  Her tight, tattered denim shorts are little more than a belt loop band, a zipper flap, and a pair of white pockets hanging from beneath.  An undersized 'Daddy's Lil Monster' t-shirt, cut off just above her rib cage, leaves little to the imagination.  She'd never get away with wearing such a provocative get-up if Dagwood was home.

Blondie: Oh my gawd, Cookie!  How long have been standing there?

Cookie: Long enough.

Cookie walks the short distance to the back of the couch, hooks a toned leg over it, and then slides down the cushions.  In doing so, her barely-there tee slides up just enough to expose her tan-lined under-boobs.  Now hip-to-hip beside a wide-eyed Blondie, Cookie leans over with the same knowing smirk, not-so subtly glances down at Blondie's breasts, and then gives her a peck on the cheek.

Cookie: Did you actually call him 'Dumpling'?  You know he hates that, right?

Blondie: But, I've always called him that.  Since when?

Cookie: Uhhh...since, like, before President Truman was in office.  Under the circumstances, I don't think he really wants to hear any terms of endearment coming from you?

Blondie: Whhh...what...  Whatever do you mean, dear?

Cookie: Ohh, please.  Really?  You're still gonna play coy with me?  I come home, your in his room, practically naked..save for some lingerie that's waaaaay too small for you...and stuttering like a little school girl who just got caught necking under the bleachers.  Yeah, I've seen the way you've been looking at him.  Hardly what I'd call loving, nurturing, or motherly.  Oh, and... (nods her head at Blondie's breasts) Nice cleavage, Mrs Robinson.

Blondie: I have no idea what you're talking about.  Are you insinuating that I...  Alexander and I...?

Cookie: He's young.  He's handsome.  And he's got a HUUUGE...

Blondie: COOKIE!

Cookie laughs and snorts as an absolutely mortified Blondie stares back at her in disbelief.

Cookie: He's got a huge crush on you.  I mean, like, full-on looks at you like he's being hypnotized when you're not looking kinda crush.  He's even got a custom GTA character that looks exactly like you...but in a cheerleader outfit...and with bigger boobs.

Blondie: He...  He does?

Cookie: Actually, now that I think about it, that's more stalker-like than crush-like, but...  (snickers) Ok...and he's packin' a huge...

Blondie: COOKIE!

Original Art by Chancero

Colors and Edits by Phillipthe2