I had always had a fetish for vampires and women, men never quite sat with me, I had spent my early years watching other girls kissing guys, wishing I was in the guy's place, when I saw them making out my pussy began to get wet, it was a problem I faced every day...
My mother, Rusa was a strong woman, she worked hard and was successful, she held herself strong when my father died of cancer, and she refused to give up and continued working to be better. She kept a strong front when I was around. But at night, when she though I was asleep I could hear her crying. I knew she missed my father and she wasn't dating. I tried and tried to get her to go out for a night on the town, but she always said no, staying in the study reading. She did that for two years, before I moved out to go to college, I rarely came home having been to busy with school. So for four years she was alone. It was a week after graduation, and I'd decided to go home and find work there. Although she had no clue I was coming, I planned to treat her to dinner.
After my twelve hour flight I waited in the airport lobby looking for my friend Erin, so that she could take me to my house.
"Amy!" Erin called.
"Erin, how are you?" I said embracing Erin.
"Been fine, so are you back for good?"
"That's the plan in a nut shell."
Erin lead me to her card and helped me get my stuff into the car, than she drove me to my house, along the way filling me in on any gossip she'd heard.
"So, Amy, have you found a special guy yet?" Erin said teasingly.
"Erin! You know I'm lesbian!" I retorted.
"I know, I know. I was just teasing."
Erin pulled her car into my mom's driveway and I realized instantly that she wasn't here.
"Can you help me get my stuff in?" I asked.
"Sure, I got a lot of time." Erin said getting out of the car.
After about an hour and a half we were done moving the stuff into my old room, Erin said goodbye and left to go meet up with her boyfriend, leaving me all alone in the house. This gave me plenty of time to get ready; I wanted to be ready to surprise my mother.
Slipping out of my black skirt and black t-shirt, I stood in front of my tall mirror, looking at my naked body. I hardly ever wore a bra or panties, but for this occasion I was going to. I opened up a bag, pulling out a blood red b cup bra and matching blood red panties. I squirmed where I was because these made me think about blood. I slid into the panties and bra feeling their silk softness. Next I pulled out a pair of blue jeans and a nice black blouse. Quickly I slid into them and went into the bathroom to fix my hair. My long black hair was easy to straighten out. Making sure I was ready, I went down the stairs to the door and sat, waiting patiently for my mom to come home. About 20 minutes later I heard her car pull up into the driveway and then her car door shut. I heard her grab her keys and slide the key into the door, as she began opening the door I stood on the other side waiting. The door was now open enough for her to see me if she had been looking up.
"Hi mom!" I shouted and watched as she jumped.
"Good lord! Honey you scared me!" my mom spoke. "What are you doing home?"
"I graduated and decided to come back to see what jobs I can find around here." I chuckled while watching her breathing very ragged.