Tales and true stories about living with a strict mommy!
It wasn't her fault that I looked at her that way. She was younger than I and had dark hair and flashing eyes. I spotted that. The flash in her eyes. It was the beginning of her anger and disgust with me. I annoyed her by being so honest. A few weeks into our affair and I brought out my plastic baby panties and told her all about how they made me feel.
But it was that look, and later her tone of voice, that would melt me even further into a willing submission to her. But did she want it?