I typed out a list of chores I expected Amy to do for me each day. In addition to everyday cleaning I expected her to make all of my meals and to serv... them to me in the place of my choice. I spelled out that Amy was to always be completely made up and to always wear my favorite perfume. Amy read the list but did not show any negative reaction to it. She was actually very compliant and agreed to everything on the list. Of course, I expected some sexual relief too but I figured I would get to. ”“You mean I’m staying like this for a while?”“I think so, you look too good to cover up, and you’re dressed exactly right for a conversation with your Mum.”“Doesn’t she have to own up first?”“I think we should have a little of your story to get things going. Your Mum needs to know why you’re dressed like this. I don’t think I’m giving too much away if I say it may make things easier for her.”Candice turned towards her Mum.“What do you think?”“You look delightful, any man would jump at the. Recently my mother and I had changed subtly in our attitude to each other. I'd become increasingly aware of her body, helped by her starting to wear increasingly revealing sun dresses, leaving buttons undone and allowing her skirt to ride up her thighs when she crossed her legs. She frequently didn't bother to wear a bra, and seemed to bend over in front of me more and more often, letting me see her bare breasts inside her low-cut dresses and tops.We'd always kissed each other on the lips, but. Back at home, alone, I was at a loss. I actually considered getting drunk, which was something I'd not done for years.My thoughts were stopped by my doorbell.At the door was Candice, mother of Alison. She was the oldest of the three woman, a light milk-coffee -colored gorgeous woman in her thirties. In high heels and tight skirt. And when she moved her weight from one leg to another I was sure that she was not wearing a bra."Aren't you going to invite me in, Noel?"I came out of my trance, and.