Like mother.. like Wife
Like Mother, Like Wife Growing up in my house was difficult. We were not poor nor was life hard. Rather it was unbelievably frustrating to go through adolescence living with a woman like my mother. Dark shoulder length hair, smooth, tanned skin, perfect pear sized breasts and an ass that was absolutely perfect. Working as a secretary downtown her standard weekday clothing was knee length skirt, silky blouse, black stockings and 4” heels. If her looks and dress were not enough, she was, looking back now…. a slut. Shortly after my father left, mom started dating again. Those “date nights’ were special events. Mother would take a long hot tub. Dressed in a short silky robe, she would lay her different outfits out on the bed. At first they were rather conservative dresses and knee-length …