Name : Annabelle Ambrose<br/>Time : 5:00<br/>Location : Master Bedroom<br/>Target : Taylor Ambrose<br/><br/>We had been through this before I thought.  Basically since five minutes after my sweet 16 last year Mom had gone from super sweet and caring towards me to this strange mix of neglect and hostility. These lectures about disrespect and blah blah blah provide for you, respect my rules usually ended with a "shut the fuck up Mother!!!" and a couple slammed doors.<br/><br/>And a crying teenage girl on her bed wondering why she vould never make Mommy happy. I would secretly do anything to have Mommy love me again.<br/><br/>My mouth opened to deliver my usual line when she surprised me with the grab and turn. She is still larger and stronger than me and totally surprised me. I stood stunned as she played with my hair and pulled my shoulders back. But the embrace from behind caused me to melt. I wanted to press myself back, pull her arms tightly around my waist and lean my head back to just feel loved again. I missed such affection.<br/><br/>But her hands on my small breasts confused the signals. Love? But that touch made my legs itch slightly when combined with the warm breathe on my neck and ear.<br/><br/>But mommy is paying attention. It is my craving. That is why I bent over and braced my hands on the bed without hesitation. But why my pussy heated up at mommy's hot commanding breathe in my ear I cannot explain.