My name is Kyla and I was 18 when my mother Jennifer finally decided to marry her boyfriend of 3 years. His name was David and they made the oddest couple. My mom was pretty attractive for 42 and a mother of a teenager. She stood at 5'3" and 125 pounds. Her blonde hair cascaded past her shoulders and to her lower back. Her green eyes always stood out against her pale skin. Every guy in my neighborhood had their own hot dreams of her. However she did have one downfall, she was flatter than a piece of wood. Her boobs were lucky to be an A cup and her butt was practically nonexistent. While my mom was good looking for her age David had her beat.
He stood at 6'3" and was extremely fit for 44. He had a perfect caramel brown tan and his arms were sleeved down to the fingers. His black hair never grew longer than the short buzzed style. But his vibrant blue eyes never faded. David worked out in the garage and sometimes I would walk downstairs just to watch in the doorway. When he worked on his arms it positioned him with his back to the door. I would watch as his muscles flexed and his body glistened with sweat. I would get lost in the view and would end up watching for up to 10 minutes.
After I went up to my bedroom and collapsed on my bed. I stared at my ceiling reviewing everything I watched. My fingers crept below my pants and underwear to my swollen clit. Before I knew it Id open my eyes and my heart was beating rapidly and my body was shaking. The last word I uttered was always David.
It was Saturday night and I had a huge party to go to. I picked out my newest black dress that clung to me like a second skin. It stopped just below my butt but still showing a little of my ass. My appearance succeeded in every place my mom's failed. By the time I had gone through puberty my boobs had grown two cup sizes and barely fitted a C cup bra. My butt grew just as much and couldn't fit in any of the jeans I had. My hair was shoulder length and brunette with a little tint of red in it. It naturally curled itself to make beach waves. I never wore heavy makeup not even to parties. I only put enough red lipstick to make my luscious lips a little pinker.
I reached into my closet and got my 6" heels that had an inch high platform. I stood back and examined my outfit and smiled. I knew I was getting fucked tonight without a doubt. I grabbed my small black purse and walked down stairs where I met David just getting home from work.
"Hey Kyla where is your mom?" David asked as he turned around. I felt myself blush and began to stumble upon my own words.
"She... um she took the night shift at the...uh the hospital tonight. But I have to go I'll be back sometime around midnight." Before I could reach the doorknob David grabbed my arm. I felt the intensity of his touch run through my body. My arm began to get tense the longer he held me.
"You're not going anywhere looking like that. Go upstairs and get something a little more conservative on." I wiggled my arm from his grip and spun around facing him.
"This is like a 180 dollar dress I bought specifically for tonight's party."
"Your ass cheeks are hanging out-"
"That's the point so I can dance and give guys a show at the same time" I argued cutting David off. I could tell by the expression on his face that he was slightly disappointed.