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Amanda entered her bedroom, looking totally different to the confident, poised glamorous young woman who had so easily entranced Katie in the coffee bar, the very same girl who now lay sleeping on Amanda's king-size bed. Amanda had removed all of her makeup and tied her long red hair back with a black scrunchy and wore a button through flower print cotton dress that, for all it's simplicity, still showed off her large firm breasts nicely. The cotton dress was fresh and cool against her naked flesh beneath and the semi-circular skirt hung to mid-calf. Amanda had raised an eyebrow when Katie had pointed it out earlier on their shopping trip, but Katie had said it was very like one her mom wore and so Amanda had added it to their other purchases. They had talked quite a lot as they trailed round the department stores and it was during this time that Amanda had laid down the basis for her plan. She had entranced many a young woman for her own sexual pleasure, usually sending them on their way non the wiser that they had even met her. For the odd few she allowed the memory to linger in their dreams, haunting them with images of their sexual abandonment. Katie however was different, not only was she a lesbian she also had a deep crush on her mom, an unrequited crush but it was a fixation Amanda intended to fully exploit. And so as they shopped and Katie told her all about her fantasies the plot thickened. Amanda allowed herself the luxury of looking down on her soon to be baby girl and let her fingers stroke her breasts idly as she thought of the transformation to come before adjusting the stockings holding Katie's wrists to the bed. She ensured that the knot was precisely on Katie's pulse point and the restraining fabric perfectly dissected each palm before running between her middle and ring fingers. Amanda sat on the edge of the bed so their hips were just touching and stroked Katie's forehead and said softly, "Time to wake up, honey." In her dream Katie heard her mom call her in from playing in the yard and started to wake. Amanda watched as Katie's Ümraniye Escort eyes fluttered and opened dreamily. "Hello sleepy head." Amanda said as Katie looked up at her. Katie murmured "Hi." Before she looked around and came to her senses. "Where am I? Who are you?" The words carried a frightened edge and she tried to sit up and found herself completely restrained, hand and foot, her naked body spread-eagled on top of a bed covered by a white satin silk sheet. Amanda contrived to look sad as she continued to stroke Katie's brow saying. "Don't struggle, honey. You don't want to stretch Mommy's best silk stockings, do you, honey." "Who are you?" Katie tried again, shaking her head to dislodge Amanda's soothing caress. "I'm your Mommy of course, honey. You have been a little unwell lately, but you'll soon come to remember." Amanda explained. "You're not my mom!" Katie all but shrieked, again trying to stop Amanda from stroking her forehead. But Amanda just smiled indulgently and continued, her voice soft and soothing. "Of course, honey whatever you say, Mommy just wants to get her sweet baby girl back. Mommy wants her little Dawnie to be well again so that Mommy can show her how much she loves her. Why else would I use my best stockings to tie you up just like you always want me to do?" Katie's head turned away from Amanda, looking at the binding on her wrist. Even in her distressed state a part of her admired the way the restraints were tied. 'But how does this woman I've never clapped eyes on before know I've fantasised about this so often?' Katie screamed in her mind as an image came unbidden of the 2 of them sitting in a coffee bar then walking through a mall hand in hand. "No!" Katie shouted. "You're not my mom! I don't know who you are or who you think I am but you are not my Mom and I'm not your 'Dawnie' or anyone else." Amanda looked sad, as if Katie's words were breaking her heart. "All right, honey, there's no need to shout. I'm only trying to make you better, I even wore this dress you like so much Ümraniye Escort Bayan to help. You must remember this honey. I wore it that day when our lives changed." Katie looked at the dress Amanda was wearing, so much like the one her mom had, but she wasn't allowed the time to think about that as Amanda continued. "You do remember that day don't you, honey?" Amanda made it sound like a desperate plea. "You came home from college for Christmas and I was in the kitchen baking. You came in and told me you loved me, and threw your arms around me, and I hugged you even though my hands were covered in flour and I told you I loved you too." Amanda looked abashed, a look that was not easy for her but she carried it off with aplomb nonetheless as she said. "You kissed me, not on my cheek but on my lips, and you stayed there too long. I could feel your heart beating, just as mine was and I almost kissed you back, just as I had longed to do for so long. But it didn't seem right, I mean you were my sweet little girl and I thought I shouldn't, so I broke the embrace and pretended that nothing had happened. I could see you were upset but I just couldn't; not then." Katie's mind spun, she did remember that day, it hadn't worked out as she had dreamed it would and she had gone up to her room and dreamed of how it should have been, just as this woman now described it. "Then," Amanda continued, her finger idly running up and down Katie's palm, sliding along the silky edge of her stocking. "You went for a shower, I heard you and knew there were no towels. So I washed my hands and brought one up to you. I crept in to the bathroom silently, still embarrassed about what had nearly happened. I tried not to, but I couldn't help but look at the shower stall. And there you were, silhouetted through the rising steam and frosted glass, your lovely shape easy to see, just as I'd imagine it so many nights alone after you left for college. I don't know why I did it, but I opened the door. You looked at me, the water cascading off your Escort Ümraniye perfect skin. You didn't even try to hide yourself." Katie began to think she was losing her mind. 'That was just a fantasy! I know I dreamt about it happening like that but it didn't.' Katie's mind cried out and she started to say the same but Amanda simply said. "Shush honey, just listen and you will come to remember. "I looked at you, my hands shaking almost as much as my legs were. I knew I should go, just leave with the image of you forever sweet and pure; but I couldn't, honey. You looked so lovely, so inviting, and I could see in your eyes that you wanted me to stay." Amanda licked her dry lips and Katie felt herself becoming aroused, a part of her mind tried to tell her this was wrong, that this never happened and anyway this woman isn't your mom, but Katie couldn't focus away from those lips, watching as they continued to speak. " 'Do you want Mommy to wash your hair, sweetheart, like I used to?' I asked and I daren't wait for an answer, I just climbed in with you still wearing this dress. Please remember sweetheart, remember how Mommy looked that afternoon, the water soaking me, making my long red hair dark, the material of my dress sticking to my flesh, my nipples betraying my arousal." Katie's breathing became a little laboured as she fought to not think of the images her Mommy, no not her mom, this woman was planting, but she couldn't help it, the words were matching her fantasies so closely, so closely it was difficult to split reality from desire. Amanda's hand was now stroking Katie's stomach as her story continued. "I lathered your hair, feeling your soft back against my breasts, and I thought about how I wanted you to suckle them even as the suds fell on to them." Amanda now let her fingers brush the base of Katie's breasts. "I let my hands slide down, over your shoulders to cup your tits. You don't know how long I had imagined how they would feel, sweetheart." Katie was beginning to find it difficult to swallow, and she knew Amanda could see her rising arousal plainly displayed atop her nubile firm breasts and she suspected that the air was beginning to take on that aroma she recognised so well, and knowing that Mommy could smell it too only added to the feelings. Once more she had to pull herself up thinking that this mad woman was her Mom.