1. Mani/Pedi


    Date: 8/13/2015, Categories: MILF, Author: Californiaman, Rating: 19, Source: LushStories

    So much for the back story. As I mentioned, Mom asked me to help her at the salon. A couple of her employees had left on short notice, and would I help until she could find a new receptionist and another manicurist? I agreed willingly. Growing up, I had spent quite a bit time at the salon and was a familiar face for her regular customers, and I knew the routine. Mom had taught me how to do nails years ago, using herself as my victim until I had gained near professional skills. Because I was not licensed, I did not regularly treat customers, but on a rare occasion I had been called into service over the years. My friends kidded me about it in high school, but I had enjoyed working there and was never embarrassed by the teasing. I had been helping out at the salon for a week or so when Mrs. Huggins came in. I should tell you a bit about her. She was only about eighteen years older than Nancy, and they looked so alike that if seen from a bit of distance it was difficult to tell them apart. Their heights and figures were identical. They wore their blonde hair in an identical cut. Close up, they were frequently mistaken for sisters, rather than Mother and daughter. To say that Mrs. Huggins was beautiful was not to give her her due. It was later in the day, and some of the operators had left when Mrs. Huggins dropped in without an appointment. I was glad to see her, and she gave me an affectionate hug. She saw that we were still busy and asked if she could be fitted in. She said ...
    that if no one else was available, she would love for me to give her a mani/pedi as I had occasionally done at her home before I left for college. It was against the rules, but “rules are made to be broken,” she said, and I consented. I took her to the station farthest from the front window so as to be the least conspicuous from the street. I set Mrs. Huggins up in one of the treatment chairs, filled the foot bath with warm, soapy water, and turned my attention to her manicure. As I worked, we caught up on each other’s lives in the last ten months. Nancy had decided to stay at school rather than coming home for the summer, to my disappointment. Mr. and Mrs. Huggins had separated shortly after Nancy left for school. They were spasmodically trying to work things out, but she was not optimistic about the likelihood of getting back together. “Too much water over the dam,” was her terse explanation. I expressed my regrets about that, and she thanked me. By this time, I had pretty much concluded the manicure, and was massaging Mrs. Huggins’ arms. As I rubbed the lotion into the first arm, she closed her eyes and relaxed with a sigh. I worked the lotion into her hand and wrist, then worked my way up her arm toward her elbow. She turned her hand over and wrapped her fingers and thumb around one of my arms gently. I finished the first arm and moved my stool around to the other side of the treatment chair and began working on Mrs. Huggins’ other arm. Again she grasped one of my arms as I ...
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