Cynthia's Mother Said...

Today's smile is courtesy of Lisa.

This is a story about a perceived typical aristocratic family whose daughter, Cynthia, has just come of age and at 18 she is now allowed to go to the Hunt Ball with her boyfriend. Before she goes however, Mummy needs to have a girlie chat with her and so here is what took place;

"Now Cynthia, you are 18 and may now go to the Hunt Ball with your Boyfriend. Before you go there is something I would like to say!" "He may well kiss you, but Mummy will not worry about that you see! He might even remove your Bra but, it is all frightfully jolly and mummy will not worry too much about that. He might even remove your panties, but, whatever you do, do not let him get on top of you because Mummy WILL worry you see!"

A knock at the door heralds the boyfriend and off they pop to have fun. Time rolls on and come the early hours Cynthia has not returned home! Both parents sit anxiously waiting for her, to see her 'come home with the milkman'. The door opens and in pops Cynthia, pissed as a fart, sash over one shoulder and singing merrily to herself. "Oh dear, where the very devil have you been darling, we have been waiting?" (says Mummy, nibbling at her nails). "Have you had a good time?"

"Oh yes Mummy, a wonderful time!"

"And what did you do?"

"Well Mummy, everything was lovely, he did kiss me and he removed my Bra but I knew you wouldn't be too worried about that, it was frightfully jolly Mummy"

"What happened then?" asked Mummy.

"Well", says Cynthia, he removed my panties and I thought Oh this is terribly naughty and I remembered what you told me, but I didn't mind".

"Oh" said Mummy, whatever did you do then?"

"Well Mummy, I got on top of him and let HIS Mummy worry"!