I also knew that she was at least bi, because I had overheard her in her bedroom with Aunty Jane one night. Her bedroom was next to mine so I could hear some of what was going on, and it was not sleeping. So why would she not consider me as a sex partner? It wasn't like I was her real daughter.Well, today was going to be different. I was almost 18, I was at University, and I had found a single person flat which was small but nice and affordable, thanks to a school-friend (and occasional lover), Jenny, who was going to the same University as me and who had got the flat upstairs. And today Mum was coming over bringing the rest of my things. Well, she was going to be given a surprise. Up to now, she had always ignored hints, so I was going to make it very clear what I wanted.I had dressed for the occasion. Black silky bikini with tiny tie-sided briefs and halter-neck top, black lace hold-up stockings, black soft-leather wrist and ankle straps fastened with tiny padlocks and with metal. It surged like a drug-induced rush, though every inch of my being. Then, cocking her head slightly and raising her chin, she continued her forward progress; never missing a mesmerizing step.I watched those enviable creases caressing swaying hips, accentuated by the rotation of perky buttocks over her sculptured thighs and heel-defined calves. Then all too soon, that beastly mortal crowd devoured her tantalizing beauty but her image - etched deeply - in my mind's eye, lingered on.In an ongoing vision, I saw her enter an up-scale building. A smartly uniformed doorman smiling courteously, saluted her after opening the door. She entered the elevator nodding back at him with a friendly but noncommittal smile, while pressing the button with a delicate graceful motion.I saw her exiting the elevator searching her purse for keys before entering an elegant apartment.She set the purse on a table in the hall and entered the bedroom, kicking off her heels with a sigh of relief. Standing in front.
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