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12 Mayıs 2023, 20:33
When I got home from University this summer and Mom asked me to help out at her nail salon she could not possibly have anticipated how that would turn out for me. It certainly was the farthest thing from my mind. But a bit of back story. I was an only child whose Dad had died when I was thirteen. He had been an insurance salesman; Mom owned and operated a nail salon. Fortunately, being a believer in life insurance, Dad had purchased both mortgage and life insurance before he passed away. After he died, our house was paid for and Mom had a reasonable nest egg to supplement her salon income. We were able to live comfortably, if not extravagantly. In my senior year I dated a classmate, Nancy Huggins, a petite blonde with an attractive figure. Although over the course of the year we had been intimate, we agreed after graduation that we would break up amicably as we planned to attend different colleges. While we had never discussed it, I am pretty sure Nancy?s Mom, if not both of her parents, knew we were having sex. Not long after our relationship began to get serious, her Mom had put her on the Acıbadem Escort (http://www.viviescort.com/) pill. Nancy and I were each other?s first sexual partners, and our fumbling early attempts to figure things out would make either of us blush today, in a retelling. It did not take us long, however, to get the hang of things and within a short period of time we were fucking nearly every day, and enjoying a plentiful smorgasbord of variations. Our usual love nest was Nancy?s home. Her parents worked, and thought we studied together in the afternoons. In truth, I would either stop over at her house before school for a quickie, or race over after school and have a more leisurely fuck-and-suck before her parents returned from their jobs. Sometimes both. On weekends, I would generally hang out at Nancy?s and we would await the point in the day when her Dad would be at the golf course with his buddies and Mrs. Huggins would discreetly ?go out for a while,? leaving us alone at the house. We made the most of those opportunities. When she got home, Nancy?s Mom would make a lot of noise Acıbadem Escort Bayan (http://www.viviescort.com/) if she did not see us downstairs or by the pool, and we would quickly pull ourselves together and make our appearance. Her Mom usually had a bit of a smirk on her face, I thought, and it seemed to me that she was enabling us in our promiscuous delights. She never said anything about it to me, however. My Mom and I were always close, and even more so after Dad passed away. I had told her that Nancy and I were having sex, and it had not come as a surprise to her. She said that she assumed that it would happen before long, and was pleased that it had not happened until my senior year. Her primary concerns were that I treat Nancy with the respect that she deserved, and that we didn?t let our relationship interfere with our plans for college or life after high school. She was greatly relieved when I told her that Nancy was on the pill. Beyond that discussion, we did not really talk about it. So much for the back story. As I mentioned, Mom asked me to help her at the salon. Escort Acıbadem (http://www.viviescort.com/) A couple of her employees had left on short notice, and would I help until she could find a new receptionist and another manicurist? I agreed willingly. Growing up, I had spent quite a bit time at the salon and was a familiar face for her regular customers, and I knew the routine. Mom had taught me how to do nails years ago, using herself as my victim until I had gained near professional skills. Because I was not licensed, I did not regularly treat customers, but on a rare occasion I had been called into service over the years. My friends kidded me about it in high school, but I had enjoyed working there and was never embarrassed by the teasing. I had been helping out at the salon for a week or so when Mrs. Huggins came in. I should tell you a bit about her. She was only about eighteen years older than Nancy, and they looked so alike that if seen from a bit of distance it was difficult to tell them apart. Their heights and figures were identical. They wore their blonde hair in an identical cut. Close up, they were frequently mistaken for sisters, rather than Mother and daughter. To say that Mrs. Huggins was beautiful was not to give her her due. It was later in the day, and some of the operators had left when Mrs. Huggins dropped in without an appointment. I was glad to see her, and she gave me an affectionate hug.