Chapter 3: At home

Puppy Girl Competition 3
Coach Wagner, recent college graduate, age 22
Cindy Spanner, Peaches: Stacey 16
Mary Johnson, Cricket: Megan 15
Kathy Woods, Baby Girl: Angie 14
Barbara Lane, Foofu: Zoe 14
Maggie Hart, Coco: Karen, 14

Thursday:

“Wakey, wakey, time to get up mother!” Angie said as she pushed on her.

“Huh? What? What time is it?” I asked as I rolled to my side. Damn my arms and wrists hurt.

“It’s 8, mom. Dad has gone to work, I’ve taken my shower and gotten dressed. It’s past time for you to get up!” Angie replied as she pulled my arms up so that I was sitting on the bed.

“Sorry, honey, I must have been more tired than I thought.”

“I’ll say, you tossed and turned all night, kept waking me up!”

“Sorry, but it’s just so uncomfortable with my wrists being tied.”

“You better get used it or I’ll have you sleep on the floor.”

I frowned as I and stood up. “Can you please untie my wrists for me? I have to go to the bathroom.”

Angie untied my wrists and I headed for the bathroom, she was right behind me.

“Please, Angie, can’t I have a moment of peace?”

“Sorry, mom, but you have to get used to me being in your life,” she replied as she sat down on the edge of the tub.

“You are in my life!” I replied as I sat down on the toilet seat.

“You know what I mean, mom.”

I let out stream of pee. I felt self-conscious sitting in there as she stared at my crotch. Angie had that wild eyed look of a girl who knew she do whatever she wanted. I noticed she was wearing a pink t-shirt that had “Girl Power” in white letters across the front. I had bought that for her for Christmas. She wore tight denim shorts, too tight around her crotch if you ask me, white ankle socks and her sneakers. She looked cute.

She was smiling at me. “Relax, mom. After you’re done, brush your teeth and take a quick shower.”

Why did that sound familiar? I remembered it is what I used to her. I took a small wad of toilet paper and wiped my crotch of my pee and stood up. She stood up and went to the doorway as I flushed the toilet.

I still felt self-conscious standing in front of my daughter as I turned on the shower. She was still watching. I washed my body and face and turned off the shower. Angie handed me a towel.

I dried off and wrapped the towel around me and headed out of the bathroom. “No covering up mother,” Angie said as she pulled the towel from around my body.

“But honey, it’s chilly,” I pleaded as she hung the towel up.

“No, mother,” Angie replied as she pushed me into the hallway. “I’m hungry, let’s get something to eat.”

“Let me put some clothes on first.”

“You don’t seem to understand. You have to get used to the idea of being naked and that includes around the house.”

I trailed Angie as we walked down the stairs. She was right of course, I have to get used to being naked and here I was fighting it in my own house. But what of Bill, how would he react?

As we walked into the kitchen Angie said, “Make some oatmeal for both of us.” and she walked out of the kitchen. I was making the instant kind of oatmeal when she called me.

“Mother, come here!”

It sounded like she was in the living room. Without thinking I replied, “In a minute dear, I am almost finished!”

Angie came stomping into the kitchen with her hands on her hips. “Mom! When I call you you are supposed to come to me. You stop what you’re doing and come to me.”

“Honey, I’m almost...” then I realized what she was doing. She was testing me, she was calling me like at practice yesterday. Oh, fuck, I thought.

“That’s five lashes for not paying attention to me!” Angie said as she sat down at the kitchen table.

“But honey, please, give me another chance. I wasn’t thinking.”

“No, mother, you have to obey me without thinking,” she said as she looked up at me.

God damn it! I thought as I clenched my teeth.

“Don’t give me that look, mom. You’re the one that failed that little test, not me. You brought this on yourself.”

I turned around and put both hands on the counter, getting my anger under control. “So when are these five lashes?”

“I haven’t decided yet, maybe during our practice time later.”

I nodded my head accepting my fate, picked up the two bowls of oatmeal and sat down at the table. I pushed Angie’s bowl towards her.

Angie picked up her spoon and stared at the bowl. “This really isn’t that hard mother.”

“I know, sweetie,” I said as I scooped a spoonful of oatmeal. “It’s just the idea of getting used to it.”

Angie quickly finished her bowl and stood up. “When you come upstairs, bring a trash bag.”

“Okay,” I replied as I watched her leave the kitchen. I heard her walking up the stairs.

I stood up and gathered the bowls and put them in the sink.

“Mom, mom, come up here!” Angie yelled.

I quickly walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I think she was in the master bedroom. I walked into the room and found her standing next the bed.

“Where’s the green trash bag?” she asked with an impatient look on her face.

“I, um, came up as soon as you called,” I replied knowing this wasn’t going to go good.

“Five more lashes, mother.”

“But, but, come on Angie, I’m doing what you’re asking of me.”

She put her hands on her hips. “I said mother, ‘When you come upstairs’ and I called you upstairs so where’s the trash bag?”

I hung my head. Fuck she was right!

“Go to my bedroom and get the riding crop and silk scarf mother.”

I nodded my head in defeat. How could I be so fucking stupid?

I walked into her bedroom and picked up the scarf from the bed and the riding crop from her desk and returned to the master bedroom. I handed her both things and stood back.

“Stand in the middle of the room,” she ordered.

I stood there as she secured the scarf around my head covering my eyes. “Put your hands behind your head and stick your chest out.”

I did so. I felt something against my lips. “Kiss the end of the riding crop, mother.”

I puckered my lips and kissed the riding crop. “Now say, ‘Thank you Miss Riding Crop.’”

I took a deep breath. “Thank you Miss Riding Crop!” That sounded so silly to me but I think Angie was serious.

Angie walked around behind me. “After each swat I want you to say to the number of the swat and ‘I’m a stupid mother!’”

This was too much. “Angie, please!”

“Hush, mom, unless you want five more lashes?”

I shook my head. I could feel my cunt getting wet now. Why was this turning me on?

[SLAP] I jumped as my left butt cheek was hit. “One, I’m a stupid mother!”

[SLAP] I jumped again as my right butt cheek was hit. “Two, I’m a stupid mother!”

I could hear Angie walking around to my front. [SLAP] I gritted my teeth as my right nipple was hit. “Three, I’m a stupid mother!”

[SLAP] I moved my left side as my left nipple was slapped. “Four, I’m a stupid mother!”

I almost jumped as Angie touched my left thigh. “Spread your legs a little, mother,” she ordered. I moved my legs apart a little further.

Oh, shit! She knows, she’s looking at my wet cunt! Fuck!

I could feel her fingers probing around my cunt, kind of pulling apart the skin folds. “How come you’re wet?”

“I, um...” Fuck, how do you answer something like that? Especially answering your daughter.

Angie giggled which was strange. “I’m wet too mother. I think we both like this punishment.”

“You maybe,” I started to say when I realized that was a stupid thing to say.

“You too mother, otherwise, you wouldn’t be wet like this.”

[SLAP] I bent over and jumped. She had swatted my cunt! I gritted my teeth, “Five, I’m a stupid mother!”

“Take it mother, come on, be strong!”

I nodded my head and straightened up.

“Okay, you have five more lashes coming but I’ll let you decide. Do you want them now or later?”

I thought for a moment. “Now, I’ll take them now.”

“Good, then bend over at the waist but keep your hands behind your head.”

I did as she told me. I could feel her fingers running down my backside and between my cheeks. For a moment, a finger lingered over my anus, and then moved on, sliding slickly into my dripping cunt. I wanted desperately to push down, to drive the finger deeper, but I forced myself to stand still. “My, my, mother, you really are wet!”

I didn’t respond to her and almost nodded my head. I was learning. “This time I want you to say the number of swat and ‘I deserve this’, do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.” Angie moved her hand to my lower back. [SLAP] I jumped slightly as my left cheek was swatted. “Six, I deserve this!”

[SLAP] she hit my right cheek. “Seven, I deserve this!”

[SLAP] Angie hit my left butt cheek. “Eight, I deserve this!”

[SLAP] she hit my right butt cheek. “Nine, I deserve this!”

[SLAP] she hit my left butt cheek. “Ten, I deserve this!”

“Stand up, mother,” Angie said as she stepped back. “Take the scarf off.”

I took the scarf off and Angie was standing in front of me holding the riding crop. “Kiss the riding crop and say, ‘Thank you, Miss Riding Crop, for correcting my behavior.’”

Angie had a look on her face like she was just daring me not to do it. “Thank you, Miss Riding Crop for correcting my behavior,” I said as I leaned forward and kissed the end of the crop.

“Very good. Stand in the corner over there.” She pointed to the wall next to the dresser.

I nodded my head. My rear end was smarting a bit.

“I will be in my room. I’ll come back when your corner time is finished.”

I stood in the corner and started to sob as Angie walked out the door. Things were not going right this morning. I was wet and horny and I’ve been punished already. What is wrong with me, I thought, why can’t I follow her directions?

After what seemed like an hour I heard Angie walking down the hallway. I straightened up and waited for her to enter the room but she walked right by and down the stairs. I was about to say something to her but decided against it. As she walked down the stairs she yelled out, “Nose against the wall, mother!”

My nose against the wall? What the hell? How would she know if I have my nose against the wall or not? But I decided not to take any chances so I put my nose against the wall. It was a good thing that I did because I didn’t hear her come into the room.

“Times up, mom. Go downstairs and get several garbage bags,” Angie said as she sat down on the bed.

I hurried downstairs into the kitchen and pulled four garbage bags out of the pantry and headed up stairs.

“Let’s go through your closet,” Angie said as she stood up when I came into the room.

“Whatever for?” I asked.

“Take all your clothes in the closet and in the dresser and put them in the bags.”

It was a simple statement, so I nodded and went to the closet and started taking my clothes out and stuffing them in the bag. Angie sat on the bed watching me.

She stood up and walked over to the dresser opening the top drawer pulling out my bras and panties. “You won’t need these any more,” She said as she flung the under garments into the garbage bag.

“Angie, darling, those are expensive bras and panties,” I whined.

“I know, but you won’t be wearing them anytime soon, mother,” she smiled.

After the garbage bags were packed, taped and put away in Angie’s closet, the only thing I had left were my heels and sneakers.

I looked at Angie as we stood in her room. “So what am I supposed to wear today?”

“My clothes. When we go out later, we’ll purchase some different clothes for you.”

“Your clothes? Your clothes won’t fit me!” I protested.

Angie opened her dresser and pulled out a pink cut-off t-shirt that had ‘Intercourse High School’ across the front. It was only a half a t-shirt so it would show off my stomach and navel, but more importantly, my nipples would poke through the shirt. I pulled the t-shirt over my head and down. It felt funny wearing half a shirt. Then Angie pulled from her dresser a denim mini-skirt.

“Oh, no, I can’t be seen wearing this! It is way too short for me and it probably won’t even cover my crotch!” I said as I held up the skirt.

“Mother, hush! Put the skirt on and no more whining, or else we can have another discipline session,” she replied with an angry look on her face.

I looked at the mini-skirt and shrugged my shoulders, nodded my head and slipped the skirt on.

“You might not want to bend over while we are in the store,” Angie smiled. “Now, go to your room, put your hair in a pony with a pink ribbon. Wear your white knee high socks and those black sneakers.”

I nodded my head and walked off to my bedroom. I’m gonna look like a slut for sure, I thought. How humiliating to be seen in public like this.

“Hurry up, mom!” yelled Angie from downstairs.

I hurried down the stairs, my pony bouncing back and forth but also my denim mini-skirt flapping up and down as I walked down the stairs.

“You look beautiful,” Angie smiled as she held the door open for me.

“Thanks.” I didn’t know if I should be grateful or respectful.

We got into the car and I tried to pull down the denim skirt a little lower but it didn’t seem to work.

“I think we will stop by Skimpy Clothes first and look in the pre-teen section for t-shirts and then walk over to Hot Teen Fashions and see what kind of denim skirts they have on sale.”

I didn’t say anything as I put the car in gear and drove down the street.

“This is so cool mom, I’m taking you shopping!” Angie was beaming.

“Yes, dear,” I replied trying to look happy. Hot Teen Fashions? Fuck!

“Oh, come on, mom. This first step is that you have to dress sexy in public to get over your fear of being nude in the competition. All those shoppers will be looking at you. You have to get over being self-conscious about it.”

“I know honey, but this is all so fast for me. I am not sure I am ready for this.”

“You are ready. I know that it has only been a day, but the training is going good.”

“If I can follow directions that is!” I muttered to myself.

Angie giggled and put her hand on my thigh. “I know mom, but you can learn to follow my directions.” Her fingers stroked up and down the inside of my thigh a couple of times and then she took her hand away.

I nodded as I made a right turn towards the mall.

We pulled into the parking lot, which was crowded with cars. It was one of those back to school shopping days.

As we walked to the front entrance, off to the side of the entrance was a Great Dane and a Standard Poodle. The Great Dane was on top of the poodle humping it. The Dane had a monster size cock, at least two inches around and at least ten inches long. The poodle looked like it was hurting each time the larger dog thrust into it. There was a group of kids standing in a circle watching the Dane fuck the poodle, were yelling encouragement to the larger dog.

“How disgusting!” I said as we walked by, but the image of the thrusting cock filled my mind.

“I don’t know, I think it is kind of cool,” Angie replied as we walked the kids and into the mall.

I got a lot of stares as we walked down the hallway to the center of the mall towards Skimpy Clothes. Some mothers covered their children’s eyes as we walked past. Fuck, I just wanted to slink away from the crowds, but Angie had a big smile on her face as I followed her.

We stood at the circular rack of t-shirts looking at several at a time. I looked down beside me and noticed a young boy standing a few feet from me, just staring.

“Are you a whore?” the boy asked.

I know I just turned several shades of red. I looked at Angie and she shrugged her shoulders. “Don’t look at me, he didn’t ask me the question.”

“No, I’m not a whore.”

“But you look like one!”

I could tell Angie was smiling as she kind of stepped away from me. “I’m not a whore now go away!” I hissed at the youngster.

Just then a woman came up and took the boy’s hand. “Come, Harold, leave the nice whore alone.”

I was about to protest, but the woman was half way across the store with the little boy in tow.

Angie handed me a couple of t-shirts. “Try these on”

“Um, do I have to? Can’t I try these on at home?” I said looking around hoping nobody noticed me.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, mother, just do it,” she hissed.

“But honey, it doesn’t make any difference if I try them on at home, I can always return them if they don’t fit,” I almost whined.

Angie stood there with her hands on her hips and an angry look. “Punishment time, mother! Five swats on your breasts! Now!”

Oh shit! Why did I have to argue with her? Angie took off towards the ladies bathroom but turned around as I was still standing next to the rack with tears in my eyes.

She lifted her index finger and crooked it back and forth, waving me over to her. I shrugged my shoulders and stomped my feet like she did not so long ago when she was in trouble.

I shuffled over to her with my head hung low. “Follow me!”

I followed her to the bathroom. As we walked in she checked the stalls and then turned to me. I had tears in my eyes.

“Why is it so hard for you to follow my directions, mother?” Angie asked as she took the flexible metal ruler from her purse.

“I’m trying Angie, I really am, but this is so hard for me!” I replied standing in front of her.

Angie looked at me. “Pull your t-shirt up over your breasts,” she said a matter-of-factly as she slapped the flexible ruler in the palm of her hand.

“Please, Angie, one more chance. I can do it, I know I can!” I pleaded.

“Don’t make it ten swats, mother.” Angie was nervous. We were in a semi-public place where somebody could walk in on us at anytime.

I bit my lip, should I push the argument that I can do better or let her swat my breasts? I stared at my daughter as she pulled out the silk scarf from her purse. Fuck! I lifted the skimpy t-shirt over my breasts. God damn it! I felt the wetness between my legs!

With nervous hands Angie tied the silk scarf around my head, covering my eyes. I felt awkward standing in the bathroom with the scarf around my head holding my t-shirt up.

“Pull your nipples out like you were taught yesterday,” Angie said as she walked around in front of me.

I grabbed my nipples and pulled. I grimaced a little. “Please, Angie, I know I can follow your directions.”

“Hush, mother! You’ll get 5 swats. After each swat I want you to say, ‘I will obey my mistress”, do you understand?” She swatted her palm again with the ruler.

“Yes, dear!” I replied as I slumped my shoulders.

I stood there for what seemed like forever, then [SLAP] I jumped as my left breast was hit. God damn it! “One, I will obey my mistress.”

I could hear Angie walking back and forth in front of me. [SLAP] Fuck! That hurt on my right breast! “Two, I will obey my mistress,” I said gritting my teeth.

[SLAP] Shit! My left breast was hit again. “Three, I will obey my mistress,” I almost had tears in my eyes. I shifted my weight back and forth, trying to get my thighs to rub my cunt.

[SLAP] Fuck! I had tears in my eyes now. My right breast was hit. “Four, I will obey my mistress.” I cried. Then I heard the bathroom door open and shut. Oh shit, somebody else was in the bathroom with us. I was really nervous now.

[SLAP] I stomped my right foot. Damn that hurt! “Five, I will obey my mistress,” I said, wondering who was in the bathroom with us. I began to wonder how come Angie hadn’t stopped my punishment. Did I just say that? My punishment?

Angie walked around behind me. I could feel her removing the scarf. “Did you learn your lesson?” she asked.

I was more interested in seeing who was in the bathroom with us. I gulped. “Yes, I learned my lesson!” I pulled my skimpy t-shirt down over my breasts as the scarf came off.

In front of me was a little girl in a white sundress staring at me with her index finger in her mouth. I turned beet red and averted my eyes.

Angie pushed me out the door. “Sorry mom, do you forgive me for allowing the girl in the bathroom?”

What could I say? “Yes, I forgive you.”

“Good, now, are you going to follow my directions?”

“Yes!”

We went back to the same clothing rack and Angie pulled off some t-shirts, then went over to the skirt rack and pulled off some skirts and then finished off with some pink blouses.

“Let’s go in the changing booth and have you try these on,” she smiled.

Fuck! That’s what I used to tell her when we went shopping. What a reversal.

We stepped into the changing booth. Angie sat down on the bench and handed me the clothes.

I stood there looking at her. “Well?” she asked.

I shrugged my shoulders and pulled the denim skirt down. Then I pulled the t-shirt over my head

“Your breasts are still red, mom,” Angie said with some concern.

“I know, and they sting a little bit.” I replied with embarrassment.

“Hold on a minute,” Angie said. “I forgot to check your crotch this morning for hair growth.”

“You just shaved me yesterday. There can’t be any hair growth.” I protested.

Angie ignored my comment. “Put your foot up here on the bench and let me take a closer look.”

I hesitated. Angie looked up at me. I gulped. I put my foot on the bench. She leaned forward and ran her hand over my pussy. Then she lightly traced my lips with her finger tips. I closed my eyes, feeling the softness of her fingers. I desperately needed to cum. I slowly pushed my crotch in the direction she was lightly rubbing me.

“Mom, stop!” was all she said. I turned red. I decided to push the boundary a little.

“Can I please masturbate?” God damn I was embarrassed asking my daughter for permission to relieve myself. My cheeks burned red, but it was my cunt that was on fire.

“No you cannot!”

“How do you not masturbate then? I mean, this has to be a turn-on for you too.” I blurted out as looked at Angie.

“It is a turn-on for me, mom, but I like to think that I am more disciplined than you in my thoughts and actions that I can control my urge to masturbate.”

Did my little girl just say that she was better than me? A teen talking to her mother like that?

Before I could say anything she said. “Now be quiet and put these on!”

I was about to protest her telling me to ‘be quiet’ but she added. “You need to be more disciplined in your thoughts, mother, until we get home I want you to be seen and not heard. That means, you don’t talk unless I ask you a question, do you understand?”

I shrugged my shoulders and nodded. My fourteen year-old telling me to be quiet! God damn it, I said to myself, stop being so fucking wet between your legs.

She had me mix and match the denim skirts, t-shirts and blouses. Then she had me bend over frontwards, backwards and sideways checking to see how much of my crotch would be exposed.

“Very good, I think I made some good choices for you,” she smiled. As we walked out of the changing booth she turned to me. “I want you to walk two steps behind me. Right behind me, not to my side. I want you to follow me, turn when I turn and stop when I stop. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I replied wondering what she was up too.

We walked out of Skimpy Clothes and down the mall to Hot Teen Fashions. I was right behind her almost step for step. We walked around the store, me two steps behind Angie. Some of the patrons were looking at us as Angie led me around the store. A couple of times I almost ran into her as she stopped suddenly. Other times I was hurrying just to keep up. It was then I realized what she was doing. I was following her like some obedient puppy, but without the leash. She stopped in the shoe department and picked out three pairs of six inch heels, red heels. Red is not my favorite color and Angie knows that.

It was lunch time by the time we left Hot Teen Fashions. I followed Angie to the food court where she ordered herself a burger meal, but nothing for me.

“Are you hungry?” Angie asked as she sat down at an empty table.

“Yes, I am,” I replied as I put the bags down.

“I thought you might be,” Angie replied. “I will feed you in a little bit. Come stand next to me as I eat this burger.”

I looked around the food court embarrassed. Nobody seemed to be paying much attention to us so I casually walked over to Angie and stood beside her, my hands clasped in front of me.

“I want you to look straight ahead mom, no looking around,” Angie said as she took a bite of her cheeseburger.

Angie took her time eating the burger and fries. Damn it smelled good, my mouth watered.

She stood up drinking her coke. “Now, let’s get you something to eat.”

I grabbed the bags and followed her. “We also have to get you two dog bowls, don’t we?”

“I know,” I replied. “I am dreading that.”

“Well, then let’s get both things now while we’re at it.”

What could I say, except nod.

“Okay, walk two steps behind me like before,” she ordered. I fell in behind her. I watched her every move so as not to bump into her.

We walked down the mall towards the pet store called “Little Paws”.

I followed Angie into the store. The sales clerks were adult women wearing dog ears and cat ears and some of them had whiskers painted on their face. It was supposed to lend an air of authenticity to the store.

“Mom, you pick out the bowls over there and let me look over here for something.” Angie said as she walked away.

I looked around the store first. The sales clerks were helping kids and families with their choices of merchandise.

As I walked through the store I passed two very large dog cages. In one cage a male dog was humping the female dog. A little boy standing next to the cage said, “Look mommy, the male dog is humping the bitch!”

“I know, honey, now come along,” the mother said as she pulled her son away from the cage.

I was standing there watching the dogs mate when some female voice said. “The cage is big enough for an adult female.” The sales clerk giggled and walked away.

I looked over at the dog dishes on the display shelves. Some were brightly colored, some had multiple colors. Some dishes were plastic and others ceramic. I looked around at the crowd in the store. Nobody seem to be paying much attention to me so I don’t know why I felt embarrassed picking out two dog bowls, I mean, nobody here would know that I was going to use it.

I quickly picked out two plain white plastic bowls. I looked around the store and saw Angie over by the dog food. My stomach jumped for a moment. She wasn’t thinking about ... she couldn’t. I walked over to her. She was looking at doggie treats on the shelf.

I was about to say something when Angie held her index finger up reminding me not to speak. Fuck, I was wet between my legs. I could almost slip away to the store bathroom and quickly rub myself. Then I looked at Angie. She had to be wet too, very wet. But she wasn’t going to tell me.

Angie turned around and showed me the bag of doggie treats. Nutritional food for the hungry puppy it said. She looked at the plastic bowls I had and shook her head.

“Mother, I would have thought you’d pick out a better set than that!” she said as she took the bowls from me. “Do I have to do everything?”

I was embarrassed as people in the store looked our way. Fuck! God damn it, can’t I do anything right? I asked myself as I follow Angie over to the dog bowl display.

Angie waved the sales clerk over and handed her the two white bowls I had picked out. “Here,” she said. “Can you get those two pink bowls there?” Angie asked pointing at the display behind the counter.

The sales woman handed the two bowls to Angie. “You know for a couple dollars more you can have the name of the dog emblazoned on the bowl.”

I turned beet red. Angie smiled. “What do you think, mom?” I just nodded my head. God, I don’t why this is so humiliating, nobody here knows that I will be using the bowl, so why does it make me so wet?

The sales clerk looked at me and asked. “So what name can we put on the side of the bowls?”

Angie stepped in front of me and replied. “Put ‘Baby Girl’ in blue letters, but on the inside of the bowls put ‘Kathy’ with a ‘y’.” she smiled.

“Hmm, okay,” smiled the sales clerk and walked away.

Angie turned around and looked at me. She knew I was about to say something. “Seen and not heard, mom!” she said before I could say anything.

Angie walked over to the large dog cage as the male dog had removed himself off the female dog. Both dogs were butt to butt.

“That is so cool!” Angie said as she took a closer look at the two dogs.

“Yes, it is,” a sales clerk came up to her. “It is how a male dog impregnates his bitch.”

Angie walked around the cage watching the two dogs. I was getting uncomfortable watching her. Her eyes were wide open as she licked her lips. “Wow, mom this is so cool!”