Tie of Hope
Really Experienced
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- Mar 7, 2005
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Stacey was just a child. Six or seven it seemed, and her mother, Mariah, almost too young for the girl to be her daughter. But no doubt, the small, quaint little neighborhood they lived in was a nice one. Just a few weeks ago, a family had moved in next door, with three boys of their own. A Three year old, and two Eighteen year old twins. Over all, she thought they were quite nice people, and didn't mind sending Stacey over for play dates with their youngest, or letting one of the older boys baby sit for her, or even let her play ball with them in their yard. It always seemed they liked to come over and chat with her for a while, the twenty two year old Mom truly not looking a day over eighteen herself. They'd come over for lemonade or brownies; Mariah was always baking something. And she didn't mind really.
Mariah was quite an attractive young woman, her hair like ocean waves, falling to mid back in chocolate color. Her eyes were a pleasent, soft cerulean, wide and giving her face a friendly picture of innocence. One look at her body and you'd wonder what she was doing with a kid. Overall, Mariah had a knock out of a figure, and despite giving birth, she was still gorgeous. Her daughter, Stacey, had light colored hair, wavy like her mother's, but falling to her shoulders, blonde with dark brown roots.
It was a nice day for the mother and daughter pair to be out. Stacey had been begging all day to go over and play with the neighbors three year old, Jace, and so Mariah finally decided to take her over. The child, dressed in a swim suit, would likely be swimming in the next door neighbors inground pool, though Mariah trusted Pammy, the mother of Jace, so she was sure Stacey would be fine. After setting up the arrangement, talking light heartedly with the older mother, Mariah offered a little 'get away' for her boys, if they didn't want to swim with the children then they could come on over. With that, she left.
Mariah was single, no doubt. The woman worked hard to sustain life for her child and herself, being that Stacey's father had left when she was three. She didn't remember, luckily. Setting aside those thoughts, she ventured upstairs, changing her clothes into a lovely, very small bikini bathing suit. The sun was out brightly outside, and it was well around summer time. So, why not catch a few rays? Taking a glass of lemonade with her, the pretty young woman stepped from the sliding glass doors they led from the kitchen, no one around, or so she thought, to see that outfit of her's. In a very light blue, the single strap that held that small swim suit top up wrapped around her neck, revealing much of Mariah's moderate, somewhat large breasts. A small waist, leading down to smoothly curved hips, supporting a firm, round ass made up the bottom of her lucious body, smooth, bronze-ish skin as far as the eye could see over her body. Her legs were long, and quite small as well, holding the feminine essence that was quite visible with her. Leaning back, sunglasses on, she set aside her lemonade glass and closed her eyes, still very much awake. There was one thing that was more than obvious about the scene. Stacey's Mom was a 100% knock out with a killer body.
Mariah was quite an attractive young woman, her hair like ocean waves, falling to mid back in chocolate color. Her eyes were a pleasent, soft cerulean, wide and giving her face a friendly picture of innocence. One look at her body and you'd wonder what she was doing with a kid. Overall, Mariah had a knock out of a figure, and despite giving birth, she was still gorgeous. Her daughter, Stacey, had light colored hair, wavy like her mother's, but falling to her shoulders, blonde with dark brown roots.
It was a nice day for the mother and daughter pair to be out. Stacey had been begging all day to go over and play with the neighbors three year old, Jace, and so Mariah finally decided to take her over. The child, dressed in a swim suit, would likely be swimming in the next door neighbors inground pool, though Mariah trusted Pammy, the mother of Jace, so she was sure Stacey would be fine. After setting up the arrangement, talking light heartedly with the older mother, Mariah offered a little 'get away' for her boys, if they didn't want to swim with the children then they could come on over. With that, she left.
Mariah was single, no doubt. The woman worked hard to sustain life for her child and herself, being that Stacey's father had left when she was three. She didn't remember, luckily. Setting aside those thoughts, she ventured upstairs, changing her clothes into a lovely, very small bikini bathing suit. The sun was out brightly outside, and it was well around summer time. So, why not catch a few rays? Taking a glass of lemonade with her, the pretty young woman stepped from the sliding glass doors they led from the kitchen, no one around, or so she thought, to see that outfit of her's. In a very light blue, the single strap that held that small swim suit top up wrapped around her neck, revealing much of Mariah's moderate, somewhat large breasts. A small waist, leading down to smoothly curved hips, supporting a firm, round ass made up the bottom of her lucious body, smooth, bronze-ish skin as far as the eye could see over her body. Her legs were long, and quite small as well, holding the feminine essence that was quite visible with her. Leaning back, sunglasses on, she set aside her lemonade glass and closed her eyes, still very much awake. There was one thing that was more than obvious about the scene. Stacey's Mom was a 100% knock out with a killer body.