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Bad Mom

I was 13 and it was 1967. My ad was in the military and we had just moved from Hawaii to Southern California. Besides mom and dad there was my older s****r (14), youngere b*****r (11), youngest b*****r (9), and baby s****r (8). Things were strained as dad worked lots of hours as this was the Viet Nam era and in Hawaii my youngest s****r had been run over by a neighbor. A total accident but mom blamed dad and he just worked more hours being away from home more and more. It was for me my best year in school. I hhad the exact same books as the year before in Hawaii. My only non 'A' wasa 'B' in art. They did not skip grades back then and I was a bit of what later was called anerd, but was also a very good athelete, especially in track. Halfway through my 7th grade year dad was sent to Viet Nam. Pay was not much and mom got a job as a waitress at the officers club on base for a while and then a better paying one at a motel restaurant in ntown a few months later. This was how it was as I turned 15 the summer before my freshman year in high school. Mom switched from being a waitress to being a cocktail waitress. This just as my hormones were kicking into gear. They uniform she wore for this job was when I first saw mom as what now is called a MILF. It consisted of a 'peasent' blouse that left her shoulders bare and with back light became semi sheer. The skirt was very short but this being the era of mini skirts was not obscene. She wore panty hose over her panties and a pair of ...

... panties like cheerleaders wore under the skirt. As this was the 60's and in Southern Cal to boot, girls were at the beach in what then was smaller bikinis and the minis and maxis allowed panty shots galore. It was not often but there were a number of times mom was rushing to get ready for work and was in bra and panties with her pantyhose on. A month or so after her new job started I noticed a change in the type of panties mom wore. They were sexier then most the girls I knew wore or even the ones my older s****r and her friends wore knowing they would be seen because of their skirts. Most appeared sheer enough her bush could be seen even through her pantyhose and the panties or were a stretchy material with a lace like pattern that when put on didn't hide much. The tap pnts also seemed to get both tinier and tighter and provied me with the first camel toe I'd seen. She was laso getting home later. When she started she was home usually by 3:00 AM as the bars closed at 200 AM. I was a night owl and even though some nights I was awake till almost 4:00 AM she rarely got home before I fell asl**p. When I asked her about it she told me her and some of the others would just unwind with drinks and chat away as Marty, the owner had an open room for nthem they could use at the motel. Something was not right as a few times I'd fallen asl**p on the couch watching tv and heard her come in. I could tell she had been drinking by how she walked or somtimes stumbled. But it was through barly ...