"Hey Sam," she smiled back at me tilting her head so I could kiss her cheek. "How's the raking business?" Hmmm..." I giggled."What?" Mom scratched her...hair and she had a serious platinum bed head.It was only about 2:30 in the afternoon anyway, so she must have just gotten out of bed. She was sitting there in a pair of loose shorts, burgundy with a long faded 'Property of UW' stenciled on them, and a men's muscle tee that somebody had left behind. The armholes were so big and long that half of. “Wait…This…this is my first time…” Michelle said. I stopped, dumbfounded. My cock had already split her outer lips apart and the tip was waiting at the hole.“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.“I…I don’t know. I just wanted you to know. I’m kind of scared. This feels wrong somehow.” She said. I was more than a bit frustrated at this point. She didn’t know what she wanted! Her conscience said ‘no’ but her sexy body was saying ‘yes…yes…yes’.I decided to help sway her decision. I pulled. Time flew by; I read books from higher shelves. I played more complex music, mastering a multiple tempo piece, four four by my left hand, three four by my right. I was pleased with my life, and happy in it.Then, at age twelve, almost thirteen, my perfect world changed forever. Mother hired a maid; a sixteen year old, fair haired beauty, her skin so pale, her eyes so azure, her body tall and slim.She curtsied for me, her eyes lowered, that first morning of her joining our household, murmuring. She must have been on her way home from work, because as the temperatures improved, she wore tasteful, colourful dresses, which I assumed would be worn by somebody working in an office. Also, the dresses complimented her attractive, trim figure. What struck me the most about her was whenever we would exchange pleasantries, she would look straight at me with the most gorgeous sparkling green eyes. The exchanges at first were harmless, to say the least. I would notice her playing with her phone,.