I started to wonder if I was being hit on by my own mother. I decided that the only way to find out was to return the possible teases and see what hap...ened, and am I ever glad I did.It was a normal Monday morning, and I woke up at six-thirty to get ready for class and work, and walked downstairs to see my mother in a very short robe, sitting down like she was it barely covered the slopes of her ass. I smiled at her and walked over to give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She bid me good. Everything I could think of to make it romantic and interesting for her. She was quite stunned with all the preparations. She got me nice flowers and a cake and 3 gifts. I didn't want to open them yet. We sat and talked about so many things. How fast we had become so close. How beautiful she looked… BTW, to describe her, she is 5’3”… about 140 lbs… 36D-30-38 figure… black shoulder length hair… dark brown eyes and a very fair complexion for being an Indian. So she is not exactly a supermodel.. If you decide to stay like this you might needto start somewhere else."I was lost for words. After a while I asked, "Do you like the tattoos?" As you know I have not really liked them and certainly not on me. Butsince you got your first one there is a thrill about seeing them. I wasstunned when you asked for the stars. One thing though. If you decideto add more you need to think about the overall design. There isnothing worse than people just adding random tattoos, they all have tolink. She squeezed half a handful into her palm and then started to work it into her scalp, building lather. The scent of lilac and sage filled her head.She almost didn't notice him step into the shower. He tried, but the waft of cold air from the curtain was impossible to miss. And the tub creaked.So she wasn't surprised when a second pair of hands, thick-fingered and strong, glided up her back, shoulder and neck and into the roots of her tresses. As she swept her hands front to back, their fingers.