He decided the best way to do it was to set up a camera in his dads closet and wait in there until his mom got home from work. She arrived home around...the same time, called for Matt and once she thought he wasn’t home headed upstairs to change. She was in one of her blue business suits that was purposely cut a little too low and the skirt a little too short. She loved the extra attention at work because she didn’t get a lot from her always absent husband. At first Matt decided he was going to. She?s 17 years old. She weighs about a 100 pounds, she has very nice perky tits (I have had the privilege of seeing them through a buddies nude photo), I?d say they were about b cups, the ?perfect handful? with light pink areoles about the size of a quater, but that wasn?t the best part. She had and amazing stomach, a stomach that any girl would die for, I mean a stomach that looks so good you could eat off of it, but by far her best feature has to be very nice ass. I mean guys drool over this. “I never came like that.... before.... it felt good... when you did that.” Sandy's face is pressed to mine. She is manifesting every bit of her womanhood right now and I am incredibly turned on. Her breathing relaxed and almost normal, she smiles at me like a woman, then kisses me on the mouth. It lasts a second and she pulls away. I am shocked, the chills coursing through me the same as that first time I let her fondle me. Fear and arousal intertwine and she kisses me again, very deliberately.. When I was eight years old, just a few months after my mom left Dad, Caroline spotted me in my front yard with one of Dad’s beers and didn’t hesitate to take it from my greedy little hands. I called her a bitch, and she pointed a finger in my face, ‘I will tan your hide—don’t think I won’t!’ But then she drew back and let out a deep breath. ‘I know you’re sad about your mama,’ she started. I kicked at the grass with my shoe. ‘I ain’t sad.’ ‘Okay, mad at the world then.’ Caroline tossed her.