I stay on my phone for the next hour, my pigtails bobbing a bit as I move my head. I hear my mom coming up the stairs, as she knocks and opens my door.
"Karyn sweetie, it's time. I'll meet you in the car." She says with a smile. Before heading back downstairs. My mom's car wasn't anything special whatsoever, just an old 2007 Cadillac that was freshly painted with old parts. I sigh and begin to head downstairs, as yet another heat wave comes over me. Weird. I shrug it off, as my hot pink 6 inch stripper heels click against the stairs, my fishnet stocking hugging my bare legs before hiding in my Jean Shorts. Mom always raised me to wear proper shoes, the bigger the heel the better! Tho like any girl my age, except for the cheerleaders at school, I only owned heeled shoes. I wouldn't be seen as a slut for wearing flip flops. I don't know how Sarah can get away with it.
As I leave my house, locking the door behind me, I smile as I see my mom. Sitting on her brand new Dodge Tomahawk she got last week, which was painted a deep blue. Mom was wearing her usual biker gear. The dark red tube top, that showed some of her Double D cup cleavage and everything from her boobs to her navel. Skinny Jeans that showed off her ass with a black leather belt keeping them even tighter, and 4 inch black heels. She was in a good mood today! "C'mon sweetie. We ain't got all day." She tells me, putting her sunglasses on and her leather jacket.
Mom never wore a helmet while driving, however by law I had to. As I get on the motorcycle behind her, she hands me my helmet. As I put the dark brown helmet on, my pigtails simply squeeze in. For some reason my hair always looked perfect. But as I put it on, another wave comes over me. I shrug again, as I fix my tight tank top. The black smooth top hugged my breast nicely, showing cleavage and giving them the ability to bounce wildly without worry of slipping out. Like every women, I never wore a bra. They were pure evil, created to support our breast? Pshh, nothing feels better than having my breast and cleavage show!
Mom starts up the bike, as I hug her waist, my breast pushing into her back. Before we begin to move. The bike purred nicely, and was very smooth on the road. Tho mom and I both giggled as our breast bounced on a speed bump. We don't talk for the entire ride, mainly because it was hard to hear anything. But I do feel another heat wave as we pull up to the office, and park.
Getting off the bike, I take my Hot pink helmet off, the cat ears on top looking cute. I loved that helmet. I feel Mom's hand play with my pigtails, before she slaps my butt. "You look beautiful today dear. Thank you for taking this seriously." She says as we walk, heels clicking against the pavement. I never liked going to the doctor's, but a check up never hurt!
