. for some reason she was being extra nice to me. Maybe I'll get lucky tonight. Well I didn't she ate to much she said and sex was out . The followin... Saturday I was in the yard working when she called me to the garage, she was leaving to go get her hair lightened she said. She was wearing a pair of tight white shorts and a pink tank top. She was braless and she had on tan stacked hill sandals. I told her she looked wonderful as always, She never gets tired of hearing that. Just before she. She's actually quite a woman. She raised me as a single parent and I never wanted for anything. That is, anything except her. You see, as long as I can remember, she excited me sexually.My mom is soon to be thirty-two. Eating right and working out has produced a slim, firm body. I guess the right genes don't hurt either. The ones Grandma passed on and the tight ones she wears. Okay, so those are spelled differently. Sue me. But, oh my, how those jeans mold to her incredible ass! But let's not. I could swear I could almost feel my pussy pouting when, once again, I was denied the fulfillment of my pleasure and taken away.I was lead, still naked, from that room and after being showered off was taken to another room. This room was full of steam, the heat making my head spin dizzily and I was forced to lay down on a padded bench with my legs spread to either side, my head down. Someone was with me, sly touches against my skin, a tongue flicking over my nipple or a finger barely touching. I turned around and narrowed my eyes slightly, my vision blurry from sleeping on the desk. The person standing there was definitely a woman, but since this was only my second week here, all the names and faces did not match up in my head yet. She wore thick black rimmed glasses, but that only added to her attractiveness. She had light blonde hair that fell down to her shoulders, and she wore a tight white blouse along with a black office skirt that showed off the shape of her buttocks. Ever.