And, what was worse, she was holdingsomething in her hand, a stick with some kind of leather loop at theend, which I realized was a riding crop. Her h...ir was held up in somekind of bun and, last but not least, she was wearing some kind ofhigh-heeled boot with lacing that ran all the way to her knees. I hadseen images like this before, in certain skin mags, this was adominatrix. I had never realized such a thing would exist outside offantasy, though.I take a look around, the store has a policy. They both have long black hair with perfect eyesight. At 59 my mom was a dancer and my sister followed in her footsteps. They have what I like to call perfect bodies. Even at 50 my mom is hot. Where I inherited my fathers hair curly and unmanageable in its uneven shade of red. With glasses too big for my face. I finally talked my parents into contacts this year. Then there are the freckles they are everywhere. I am of average height at 50. My hips are too big and my butt too small in my opinion. He was the boy I was going to lose my virginity too. I was so excited to share this news with my mom. Other mom's would have freaked as their daughters told them of their plan to have sex for the first time. My mom hugged me. That night she took me shopping for outfits that would drive Todd wild, also for lingerie that would drive Todd crazy. She even promised to get us a hotel room, so we'd have utter privacy.That night as I was trying on my outfits, I stared in the mirror fantasizing about. "You're here to serve me. Come here."I walk towards the bed, standing right in front of him."Take off your apron."I obey, letting it fall on the floor. He puts his hands on my behind,feeling my round, feminine butt. Then he lets go."Go finish undressing in front of the mirror."I walk to the mirror, facing it. I take off the uniform. It's as if my now-feminine hands knew these clothes well. I take off my shoes and stockings.I am wearing delicate, lace-covered white lingerie, which contrasts.