There we stood in an alcove under the crashing water and kissed. With my mother’s approval, I slipped my fingers into her tiny bikini and played wit... her pussy. However, she stopped me when I began to slip to my knees.“Later,” she whispered as she pulled me to my feet.When we finally arrived back at the hotel we were exhausted. While I was more than willing to partake in a little sexual pleasure she convinced me to wait until the following morning, promising a reward. That sent my imagination. “Anyways, I have to go.” He rushed out the door without a second word, before Brent could respond. * Mark walked slowly on the concrete path. There was plenty of time for him to think about what had just happened; he had lied about class. He didn’t have math for ages, and he didn’t need the class either; on matters of intellect, he didn’t need very much. He did have a bit of a problem when it came to emotions, however. College was Mark’s safe haven in life, but it didn’t help with his life. Yet another of the things my Mom loved that she passed on to me.There was another dinner date the next week, and the kiss that ended this one could finally qualify as seriously steamy. I stood for it, and Becka pressed herself against me without reservation during it. I let my hands hold her tightly, but kept them in the small of her back. A goodnight kiss in the middle of a crowded neighborhood sidewalk was no time to begin to develop wandering hands.Finally it was time to leave for Hartford.. So at age 18, I was a real hellraiser. Finally one day, my stepmom, Donna, laiddown the law: I would follow her rules to the letter or I would be placed "inthe system," kicked out. She explained to me that she was my only family andI'd lose it if I disobeyed her one more time. She announced that I would beundergoing an "attitude adjustment".First, she announced that I was being withdrawn from school and would become afulltime housekeeper for her. She also noted that I would be sleeping in.