Cindys Strict Mother Ch 07

Dear Cindy's Professor,

I had no idea that the little B cup breasts of my twenty-year-old daughter Cindy had become such a distraction at her college. Apparently, given that you and I agreed her blouse should be a little more snug, the small buttons I sewed on have a bad habit of popping open. The same thing happens to Cindy at work. Boys are constantly distracted by the noise of her buttoning her blouse back up, ten or twenty times a day. To hear Cindy tell it, they can barely keep their eyes off the annoyance. I think the logical solution to the problem is to leave her blouse unbuttoned. Ever since I told Cindy about it, she's complained about all of the men who have seen her adorable colorful little bras. She didn't shut up until I took her next door to have the neighbor (a man) give her a nice hard spanking. Honestly, the nerve of the girl.

I don't think this should just be in your class either. And if you, or any other student should find her buttons to be a distraction, you may stop class and immediately unbutton her little blouse. That goes for any man in the building.

At her other job, I've found that it's been helpful for my daughter to get warmed up from time to time. Any time any male in the building believes Cindy is cold, they may stop her and massage her. This includes her neck, arms, legs, and of course her cute little breasts. Cindy complains about it all the time, but a mother knows best. The last thing I need is my only daughter catching a cold.

Finally, I see it has become acceptable for men to masturbate while watching my daughter. Some other places that have instituted this policy have reached a problem I did not anticipate. A mess of semen all over their hands. I think the obvious solution to this little issue is for them to catch the semen in their fingers and Cindy will lick them clean.

Finally, there is a very serious matter to address. The students in her class have apparently been using their cell phones to take pictures of my sweet Cindy while she walks upstairs, or is spanked, or her bra is inspected every morning, or any other times where she is in some situation of vulnerability. This is wholly unacceptable. I think the solution would be for you to make a social media profile for Cindy and attach it to the school website. That way students may appreciate my adorable daughter with appropriate pictures of her at the Holiday Concert, working at her restaurant, sitting on Santa's lap, or simply soaking wet and kissing old men at her job at the nursing home.

Thank you,

Cindy's Strict Mother

Dear Washing Machine Repair Man,

My daughter and I were so happy to see you come back. Well, my daughter wasn't. She seems to think ejaculating all over her youthful twenty-year-old breasts is your idea of a good time. Anyway, as you may recall as soon as you walked in the door, I asked you if you would like Cindy to take our your penis. Cindy gasped and objected, but I told her the last thing we wanted you to be is uncomfortable. Clearly you find her very pretty and I explained that to Cindy. After a little more back and forth, Cindy finally took out your penis. I must admit, it was quite erect already. Cindy had a hard time looking at it. You commented how pretty Cindy looked in her turquoise dress. I believe 'fucking hot' was your exact phrasing. While I don't appreciate the phrasing, I find the sentiment sweet and gentlemanly.

As you fixed the washer, you explained that you needed Cindy's help holding something at the bottom of the drum. Cindy objected, stating that there was no way your manhood was touching her panties again. I told her to stop her whining. Again, her cute little powder blue panties came into view. After a few minutes of you trying shift around her, she shrieked. Apparently, your penis had accidently slipped into her tight little slit.

My daughter was understandably very upset. I'll admit that I too was a little taken aback. She had wanted the first...well...member in her secret garden to be her husband on her wedding night. Here she was crying and bleeding. You apparently had pulled it out immediately and thank goodness you didn't accidently shoot your load in her. You were very sweet about it. I even offered to have you blow a load and have her swallow it, but you insisted on using a pair of her used panties instead.

Needless to say, my daughter spent the entire rest of the day in her room crying. The whole thing was a little much for her to take in. If she had her way the police would have been called, but she blew the whole thing out of proportions. Anyway, thank you for fixing my washing machine, and thank you for putting your cock in my daughter's tight little snatch without filling her fertile garden with your seed. I really appreciate it. The washer works great. I just wonder how the gusset of her panties got pushed out of the way.

Thank you,

Cindy's Strict Mother

Dear Doctor

I want to thank you for talking me down from the edge when it came to my twenty-year-old daughter Cindy today. I had no idea she had obtained such an outrageous belief system! When she told me you wanted to see a doctor, I immediately thought of you because you did such a good job on her toe. Anyway, she sat down on your exam table and asked you to shut the door. You refused as a nurse might need to come in. She nodded and asked you if she was a candidate for birth control! Can you believe it!? BIRTH CONTROL! I almost died of shame! I immediately told her I wasn't raising a whore, and no daughter of mine would be caught dead using contraception. I told her even condoms were a no go. She made up some two-bit sob story about how she thought she might get ejaculated in soon whether she wanted it or not, but I told her if she would keep her legs closed, she had nothing to worry about. I told her to wait until she was married and that was that.

You were very kind and said that college age girls often had these concerns and that I shouldn't worry. You calmed me down immediately. Anyway, you asked when my daughter had her last breast exam. She replied that it had been a while. You didn't hesitate another second. Your hands were on her dress popping open buttons. She begged you to close the door as her dress was handed to me but I told her to stop with her nonsense. I told her she was in enough trouble already. She groaned as her little B cup bra was popped open and you handed that to me as well.

You began to examine her breasts very thoroughly. You held them, squeezed them, pinched her little nipples, tugged her nipples, and bounced her breasts in your hands. You asked her how easy it was for her to have an orgasm when she masturbated. She said that she didn't masturbate and had never had an orgasm. Honestly, she looked a little confused. Anyway, you said that she had a rare endocrine disorder and that you would have to put her on medication. You said the side effects of the drug were that they would make her more fertile, increase the time in her menstrual cycle she could get pregnant to about ten days instead of five or six, and that it would (unfortunately) increase the sensitivity of her breasts and vagina. She tried to refuse the drug, but I told her that her health comes first.

Again, you needed the exam room immediately. You walked us out into the waiting room with a hand on her firm little bottom and I handed her the bra and dress you'd given me after she had kissed you to say thank you. The waiting room was packed again...I think half the town was in there. Nobody could resist snapping a photo on their phones. She's so pretty. She was so embarrassed that she kept fumbling with her bra.

Anyway, thanks again,

Cindy's Strict Mother