Your mother, despite her age, is still a spitting image of sex. Large double D breasts, slim waste, large child bearing hips. She's been single since ...your father left doing the best she can to raise you and your sisters, between working two jobs, and trying to do everything entailed by motherhood. You and your mother have always been very close, and you've been able to talk to her about everything from drugs to your sex life.You didn't just drop out of college from lack of motivation, you had. "Next time," you say, "you'll listen to me. I should never come home to a disobedient girl ever again." Your tone is harsh and unwavering. I get goosebumps, and I'm not sure if you notice. Either way, you proceed with the punishment.I can feel each sting, and I can feel my cheeks growing redder and redder with each hit. My eyes begin to water, and the tears cascade down my face. After 30 painful lashes with your leather belt, you rub my rose red bottom. You stroke my hair and put your belt to. She even managed to laugh; she could not remember the last time she had heard her own laugh. It helped that Janet was an excellent cook. While her own mother was a good cook as well, dinner was such a tense affair anymore at her own house that she wanted to get away from the dinner table as soon as possible.Their conversion continued past the end of the meal, and only Janet standing was an indication it was finally over. Diane stood up with her and collected her plate. Heather followed suit,. Actually, she was totally enamored with this dominating friend of her mother. Lizzie was a rather tall woman at 5-feet 9-inches. Plus she always seemed to be dressed in 3-inch heels making her 6-feet tall. She complemented her natural red hair and her green eyes with expensive designer suits with jewelry to match. She chose a color palate that included brown, oranges, greens, blues and grays. Redheads know better than to wear reds or pinks, they look like they are blushing or sickly. The woman.