She’s Home From Work

An older and younger story

It had been a quiet day, I was using some computer time to read stories and write some notes on Medium.

I had gotten up with mommy, watching her dress in hose, a satin blouse and skirt, with her power heels, 5-inch pumps, that she wore every day to her company office where she was CFO. She was powerful and as she took her briefcase and tablet to her Genesis in the driveway, I cleaned the breakfast dishes and stuck them in the dishwasher, cleaned the kitchen, the baths, made our bed.

I was in a soft satin baby doll with matching panties. All of my previous life clothes were packed away, no grunge jeans and boots, I was being ladyfied as Mommy likes to call it.

For her and with her, I dressed now in stockings, skirts, dresses and modest heels, I was learning to walk in 2 or 3 inch, like I was wearing now for cleaning the house.

During the day, I watched a little tv, started writing this story and missed her terribly. I knew she’d be home between 5:30 and six and changed to a blouse and skirt after a shower and a spritz of my now favorite perfume, she’d bought me at Macy’s last weekend. At Twenty to Six, the Genesis purred into the driveway and I heard, the garage door open. I heard her heels and felt my pussy moisten, her key in the lock, she entered, put down her keys and things and turned to me as I rushed into her arms.

“Missed you”, she said “Missed you More”, I replied. Both of us in red lipstick our lips met and our tongues danced. She told me she approved very much of my lady look, “you are a most beautiful woman Emily”!

At 5 foot 8 and all legs, in 3-inch pumps I was the taller of us, despite her wearing nearly a 5-inch spiked heel. It had been quarterly meetings and these were her ultimate power heels.

She broke the kiss and undid the 4 button, gold satin blouse, as I helped her peel it away off her shoulders and went for the clasp of her champagne satin and lace Bali bra she wore. Her 38C tits, hung nicely in view, she might be 43 and I might be 23, but those mammary glands, made me lick my lips immediately.

“Come closer, my love… mommy needs your lips wrapped around my nipple while I hold your face. Deeper on each suckle. good girl”. I have to admit I thought of you frequently during the work day, so much I used my little pocket rocket in the washroom at Noon”.

“Let my hand slide under your panties while you stay latched on me, don’t stop sucking”.

“I want you to come for me with your mouth still on my breasts, I want to feel your cum through your tongue on my nipple”. That’s it, such a good girl”!

Dinner would wait, we had things to do!! I’ll continue the story on Medium at a later time!

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