Connie as a gift for her 18th birthday (But with proper grammar and spelling.)

Connie's 18th birthday had just past when she received a package it was from her grandmother who had unfortunately passed on and left it for her. It was an old rule book its pages yellowed with rules scratched out or written over, some of the pages had even been torn out. She noticed that what was most common was that rules were broken down across various business and organizations but every rule started with Old or New.

Not knowing what to do Connie elected to try it out.

To decide what to do Connie was going to check the internet but when she searched for Human Rights a parental block prevented her from reading further, stymied she decided on an old rule.

Maheswaran Household

Old Rule: When someone reaches 18, the parental block on all devices are removed.

Suddenly her computer no longer redirected her away from her searches. Normally a person of her age might look up something more illicit but Connie was a bit more reserved but only a bit. She decided briefly to look up something at least a little dirty just for a moment, whatever had caused the parental block to turn off probably wouldn't last forever, her mother was constantly checking the recent trends and updating it to make sure nothing slipped through the cracks. Her idle hands slowly began to search for a popular performer Estella; a radiant lady of skin darker than hers, statuesque near six and a half feet tall. Connie couldn't help but be reminded of Garnet for some reason.

She paused for a moment listening, all seemed quiet in the Maheswaran household. Slowly Connie slipped her all too tight jeans around her ample waist and kicked them away and began to sensually "massage" herself. Given free reign for once she kept searching for images of Estella hoping for something maybe with a bit of cleavage or if the stars shined on her a bikini photo. She wasn't familiar with the darker parts of the internet but she was making progress as she slipped her shirt off tossing it somewhere towards the rest of her clothes. Mom was supposed to take her shopping for something a bit more adult as her growth spurt was causing Connie's bras to be a size or two too tight so why not toss it as well.

Connie's "massage" was getting a bit too sensual when she heard the front door open, her mother calling for her. "Connie sweetie where are you? I want to take you out for your special day." A chill shot up Connie's spine; how close was her mother, where were her clothes as she turned the rulebook just so happened to fall from its resting place into her lap and with it a queer thought. Maybe just maybe she could write a rule down and pretend that she thought the book belonged to her mother and that was why she was barely dressed.

Her mother's footsteps drew ever louder as Connie swiftly wrote somehow having just enough time to write under Maheswaran Household

Old Rule: Things such as; masturbation, nudity, and sex are open subjects in the family especially in one's own home and no one sees anything wrong with doing anything of this nature.

The door swung open and Connie nearly fell out of her seat in a fright as her mother walked in.

"Oh please don't tell me your hopping in the shower too" is what her mother told her but she could've told her that she was a three headed pig for all Connie took in as her mother before her was stark naked !

"Oh don't tell me your getting in the shower as well?" Her mother complained, she seemed upset but there her mother was standing in her doorway naked as the day she was born her hand on her hip right next to her bare bush seemingly nonplussed by her state of undress.

"Uh what?" Connie managed to stammer out here she was almost naked save for a pair of yellow panties that Connie didn't realize were soaked from her "activity".

"Well you just "played" with yourself dear I assumed you wanted to hop in the shower after you came" her mother observed bored by it. Connie looked down at herself to make sure she wasn't imagining things, there she was her somewhat large breasts hanging out, panties sopping wet.

"Uh what?" Connie could only repeat struck dumb by how her strict mother that had told her a hundred times that she wasn't even allowed to kiss her boyfriend had just walked in on diddling herself and couldn't seem to care less.

"Connie sweetie are you feeling alright?" her mother asked pressing a hand to Connie's forehead, her soft brown breast inches from Connie's face. "You don't have a fever, sweetie I know we're a bit liberal with our body but if your not feeling well you should just rest." Her mother was looking her over to make sure she was ok. "How about you hop in the shower and I'll make you some soup. Connie's mother lifted her up and in one motion yanked her daughter's underwear down.

"MOM!" Connie shouted as her wet sex was now out in the open.

"What?" she asked confused her eyes seemed devoid of any clue of what could be wrong.

"You don't see anything wrong with how your dressed?" she replied trying to cover herself something Priyanka seemed to have no interest in doing.

"No why? I was going to get in the shower and I'm not going to do that in my clothes Connie. That makes no sense." Connie's head was spinning, she took a minute to breath.

What should she do?