But it also did something else. It smelled. The darn thing was made of real, honest to goodness rubber; a heady, pungent odor that took me back throug... the years. There I stood once again before my mother's middle dresser drawer, happily extracting one of her bras to take away for my own use while the family was away for the day. It was a heavy duty, industrial strength garment, providing the kind of the support needed by Carrie Nation as she wielded her massive ax against a solid mahogany bar. I like that in a man, that tells me you’re sensitive to a woman’s needs.”I swiveled my head back to the front, and was about to twist my whole body towards her, when she said, “Just lie down, right where you are.”I laid my upper portion of my body back on the bed with my legs bent at the knees, on the floor. She squirmed down off of the bed, stood up to get her balance and turned to face me. What a vision. She kneeled down, spread my legs apart with both hands, looked at me over my semi-hard. Second off, throwing on a pair of leggings and a t-shirt isn't much trouble," I retorted. "Well first off, a party might have been fun. But they wanted to play video games. Just the two of them. He wanted me to give him a blowjob before he dropped me off here, then go play video games. Second off, throwing on leggings and a t-shirt isn't any trouble, but doing my hair and shaving my legs is going to some trouble," she all but yelled at me. "You do like nice. I like that you didn't put too much. “Why don’t you have the twins clean that up and let the cat out of the bag? When I’ve finished appropriately reprimanding Laura for continuing her training without my consent, I’ll bring her to you.”I knew she wasn’t mad at Laura. She was proud. It was part of the relationship they had. Their dom/sub relationship was something akin to a teacher and student. While a large amount of that was my mother helping Laura discover her own sexuality, teachers were also often required to discipline their.