I remembered seeing her ample breasts jiggling under her shiny satinblouse when she moved and remembered how her hips wiggled seductivelyin that tight... tailored skirt when she walked and remember the faintbut unmistakably feminine scent of perfume that followed her wherevershe went. And I remembered she always had a perfect and femininehairstyle and a perfect manicure always done up in a very visiblehigh gloss color. I also remembered the "tinkling" sound her jewelrywould make and the. She began to squirm under the weight of my body lying on top of her. She arched her back to me even more, motioning for me to suck her breasts.I had to stop for a moment and think about what was happening. Here I was, lying on top of my own mother, between her legs. Her long, stocking-covered legs were wrapped around behind me. The smoothness of the silk was cool on my skin. She lay there, holding her bare breasts up to my face, expectantly waiting for me to take each one into my mouth. I. The box was in my hands I dropped it and hit my foot it hurt a little she laugh as she put on a silky black dress and ask if I was ok. I said yes she place me in her bed took my shoe and sock off to check my foot. At first she was just massaging my foot then was tickling I was laughing as I tryed to move my foot away from been tickled. She grab my foot again and started licking it, it felt weird getting my foot licked but I got pedicure yesterday so my feet looked cute. She moved up my legs to. She grew used to obeying, and by her late teens, she knew no other course.Her college life was supposed to be a time of freedom for her. A release from the constraints of the strict obedience of her youth. This was not to be ... Her roommate sensed her submissive traits at once and turned Blossom into her own personal pet.Her roommate Gretchen was tall, lean, and blonde. Blossom was none of these. Gretchen set at once to transform the heavy-set brunette into a different young woman, one that.