There's plenty of time to get the bondage equipment out later. We can take our time. There are no limits, except those set by our own imaginations. ...Is your pulse racing? So, would you like to have a special male friend who will write erotic stories about c***dren just for you? Just the way you like them? Would you enjoy a caring, loving relationship with someone who, in bed, can take you to the deepest depths of depravity simply from the thoughts we share and the words we whisper. ” Weighty pause. “But yes, I’m proud. It’s just that you don’t look...”“I look like I’m serious about my studies.”“Make-up.”Ah, now we get down to it. Mom, before I moved in with Dad and Haley, had me herded towards a regimen of preparation before any appearance in public. Now, frankly, that’s time I’m NOT gonna waste. “Mommmm,” I said. Little whine for effect. “I’m as beautiful as YOU ‘n’ Dad (unspoken ‘whoever he might be’) made me.”“You’re right. You’re perfect. But as you age...”“Mom,. Growing upin care there was plenty of it too, some of the girls there just cravedthe attention, the feeling that they were grown up, responsible. Some ofthe social workers too. Not after Connie though, not after her nightieand her skirts and tights and panties. If only she'd had bigger feet Imight have tried some heels. Imagine if she'd caught me? Maybe I'd havelaughed it off, like Toots should. Perhaps I'd have wept.My mates back then thought I'd turned soft. Were they right? I still hada beer. It had been just 3 days since mom got married and I hadn't heard from her. Her friend told me she had gone to Hawaii for honeymoon.The bathroom door opened and mom walked out, naked. Her large pendulous breasts swung easily on her chest even after she had stopped moving.They were spherical and proud 20 years back but now they had sagged so that the long nipples touched her belly by her navel. She was not too heavy but just a bit plump. The fat around the belly supported her big tits. She turned.