Jennifer baulked at the sight of the living room, which had now merged with the kitchen to create a single room, cutting down on the actual size of the house considerably. It felt more like a trailer than a homestead. Old discarded pizza boxes and takeout delivery bags were stacked or thrown haphazardly. The lack of a TV in the living room meant she was left to play with what little toys she had left, a very much beat up doll and an action figure missing a leg were her main cohorts. Her excursion around the house was stopped short however when she looked outside the window, the neighborhood was different, somehow, Jennifer couldn't quite tell the difference, maybe she didn't remember was it was supposed to be like to begin with. It was more a gut feeling it had changed. She was tempted to go outside, escape the dirt and filth of the house, but the small voice of reason that was shrinking more and more yelled again in her mind. "We're not even dressed we can't go out!
Jennifer was confused at her own thoughts. Mom's always walking around naked, what's wrong with it? Even when she goes out sometimes she's barely wearing anything. Jennifer looked down at the soak stained tank top turned blouse. It felt like too much given how little her mom covered herself. Jennifer continued to debate herself as she hummed around the house.
Mom's next friend would be over soon, and she would have to go back to her room , especially if she wanted to not get any younger. She grabbed what little she could of a piece of stale bread and her toys as she retreated to her room just as the knocks on the door at started. It was becoming so routine, wake up, eat, wait for mommy to be done, repeat. She was bored, she couldn't wait to be older. The image of the previous night still burned in her memory. A few more good nights and she could be there. Jennifer salivated at the prospect. The moans of her mother and thumping across the house only amplified her desires. As the afternoon turned into night Jennifer had become accustomed to fending for herself for dinner. Her mom was usually kept busy after all. Jennifer sprawled out on her mattress as she silently cursed her body for being too young for her mind. As she started to doze off.
A swift knock and a swing of the door, bolted Jennifer awake. Her mom wearing a velvet bra and nothing underneath as she looked around her room, shifting through piles of old clothes. Silvia turned noticing her daughter wake. "Sweety have you seen my panties? They look like this." As she pointed to her bra. "One of mommy's friends likes it she dresses up but I can't find it anywhere!" Jennifer froze, her eyes gazing towards a more larger pile of refuse in the corner where she had stashed the panties she had stolen. Jennifer looked around panicking as her mom got closer to the pile. "Hey mom, I uh, I think I saw them in the living room, next to the wall." Jennifer lied. Silvia was only a few articles of clothing away from uncovering the real location as she shrugged. "Oh, thanks baby, now you get some sleep ok?" As she quickly left the room.
Jennifer slunk back into her bed, that was too close, she couldn't bare to part with her ill gotten goods just yet. Knowing the coast was clear, her mom seemingly giving up on searching as the man called back, only for a few minutes later the squeaking of the bed to restart once again, Jennifer crept back to the pile of clothing and produced the panties. She retreated back to her bed as she gave them a sniff as she draped them on her face. The smell was just too intoxicating, the scent only amplified by the sounds her mother made. Jennifer quivered as she stashed the panties underneath her mattress and waited for the next day.