After graduation, and my application to a music program in college, Mom wasn't as pushy about keeping up with the piano. I was busy with my summer job...and Mom seemed too tired to practice since she had more than the usual number of students whose parents pushed for summer remedial classes. It wasn't until the end of the summer, just before I left for college, that Mom left me with a memory that furnished my imagination for the next four months. Mom and Dad were going out for a big get together.. As wet as I was by now I know he felt it and sure enough he said, "damn mom your sure wet". He asked "Is this turning you on that much"? Without thinking about my answer I said, "yes Mark it is and you can touch me more if you want baby". Well again that's all it took because the next feeling I had was Mark's left hand pulling the small strip of material and string of my bikini off to the side and a finger of his right hand going deep into my pussy. His finger felt so good inside me that I. " Now, Girl, pull your skirt up so as not to damage it, then lay across the arm of that sofa !" Mike said. " And call me SIR until we are finished !" Becky obeyed, Mike picked up the cane and laid it across her blue panties, then, lifting it in the air brought it down onto the centre of her bottom, not too hard. SWISH then WHACK!! " OOOOOH said Becky, " I've never been caned before!! How many more do I get?" " How many do you want Girl, but I will add 20 as you did not call me Sir!!" " OH SIR,. "Nothing, Ma." I slipped on my bra and panties, purple tonight,really purple. I think it is tacky but Leon specifically askedfor this outfit tonight. I put the Curves inside my bra andvoila! Cleavage. A little dust of powder on my shoulders andbust and arms. Then I put my top on, lacy white, so the tackypurple shows through. I shivered thinking about how I'd look.I tucked mister back again while Ma continued to complain about how Leon treated me. The little piece of meat that had caused.