From that day I started looking mom in sexual way till then I did not have any sexual feeling for mom. I couldn’t resist so I masturbated in my room... visualizing the moment, for the first time I cum in large amount .Then I decided I am gonna fuck mom one fine day. Daily I used to stare at her assets. Once she caught me while staring at her boobs on enquire I told your boobs are beautiful to which she slapped me hard on my cheeks and went to her room. My cheeks turned red I was crying there.. And when you got right down to it, she didn't even like Leslie that much. She was a Senior, and Leslie was a Freshman, for God's sake. Plus the black haired girl had a way of talking and acting that made Connie feel like a total moron. Leslie had all sorts of other problems Connie realized, the anger building up inside her, like the fact she was TOTALLY conceited and thought she was SOOOOO much better than everyone else. So, once again, why did she put up with all of Leslie's crap?Well, there. Leaning down to pick it up quickly I instead decided to give this man a little show and kept my ass high enough in the air he would be able to see up my skirt, then I took my seat making sure he got a good look as I sat down and swung one leg over the other and smiled at him. He looked about the train car as if he knew not where he was, checked the poster behind him as if he were looking for his next stop and stood up. He walked over to the door next to me and stood as if he were waiting for. On the back of the postcard names and phone numbers were scribbled in his neat, male handwriting. Everyone who was important to him was on that card, he told me. I new my name and number still resided on a scrap of paper from our first meeting at the bookstore nearly four weeks ago, and I wondered if I'd ever be added to his postcard list. He'd been taking me out on Tuesday and Friday nights. Dinner and sometimes a movie or a play. Our romance was new and our feelings for each other, though.