"Better let your mother get home," he said. "See you Wednesday at a quarter past six. Good night." He walked off."Good night," she said quietly.'Don't...be a fool girl, ' she said to herself. 'He is just being friendly. Yes, friendly. But why is it I would so have liked him to kiss me?'Her mother had fallen asleep on the sofa and Christina felt a pang of regret not having a spare room so she could spend the night rather than having to take a night bus home. But she knew that the sofa was not fit. We went to the vacant guest bedroom and she sat at the dressing table. I carefully parted her hair making a box section on top from corners of eyebrows till the top of the crown and square in shape.Once the section was perfect, I combed this section in front and held it at the chin level. There was the snip-snip sound of cutting thick hair as I ran the scissor without confirming. Rashmi just kept watching, shaking her head after the hair was cut. A lot of hair was cut. Her back hair was still. Yet, I thought she was k**ding. I looked from my mother to look at my aunt with an embarrassed, little laugh. Then when I looked back at my mother again, I knew she was serious. She wanted me to remove my clothes. She wanted me to strip myself naked."Take off your clothes, Tommy," she said again. "I mean it. I'm not fucking around," she said.Another one of my longtime sexual fantasies, over the years while masturbating myself, I've imagined stripping myself naked in front of my mother and/or my. So there she was, naked apart from her underwear, and they were matching so I knew that she had secretly waned this to happen all along, even if she wouldn’t admit it. She looked down at my waist and saw I was pretty much fully erect. She bit her lip and started taking my shorts off, leaving me sat there in the back of my car in my boxers. They weren’t on for much longer. She pulled them down and my dick sprang out at full attention, all seven inches of it. And she didn’t waste any time, she.