" Mum don't get mad at me, I can't help it." I'm not getting mad darling, in fact, I'm flattered, but I'll get a tee shirt if you like."He grinned the..., the old Thomas just like a cheeky kid,"What I like mum is looking at your boobs, they're really great you know." Yes," I giggled. "I was told that in Jamaica." Were you topless over there?" No," I smiled. "I was naked." Naked?" As in without any clothes, it was great you should try it." Is that a dare?"I smiled and raised an eyebrow knowing. She stood back up and started at her breasts. She gently caressed them and pulled on her hard nipples. She ran her hands down to her pubic mound and then back up to her breasts. You could tell by the look on her face that she was really getting into her performance now. She let her hand slide between her legs and a loud sigh slipped from her lips. She slid her fingers through her lips and you could see the waves of pleasure pass through her body. She bent over slightly, arched her back and slid. Erectile tissue does its job, and in her personal midnight recollective cinema, she shudders as she sighs. She rubs her wrists. The marks have gone now, but phantom ropes still grip and bite her now, and that cunt Pavlov does his job- even when the stimulus is an imagined one. With irritating causal certainty, she seeps.Her mouth is dry.The fridge, door open, whirs into life as the cold continues to flood into the kitchen.He hadn’t been kind. His words had been murmured. Softly and with a level. I sat when she motioned, then she began to put my hair in rollers, usinga gel, making the rollers tight on my head. It didn't take her long,then she waved her hand at the cosmetics on the counter. I looked at herfor a moment, then got up, went to my own room and got my ownfoundation. Mom and Beth both used a color that was to light for me. Momdidn't say a word until I began to apply it to my face."Just dab it on then use two fingers to pull it out evenly. Your notpainting a house, and thickness.