The first time he had actually witnessed her wilder side was at an outdoor concert. She had excused herself to go to one of the bathrooms. After a lon... while, she finally returned, a bit disheveled and slightly out of breath. When he asked her if she was all right, she told him that she had run into a co-worker of hers while waiting in line for the port-a-potty. As they waited, they chatted a bit. One thing led to another, and they had ended up behind the port-a-potty. He unceremoniously lifted. Something like a scarf that looks feminine and also feels soft and warm.”“Why are you so sure that she wouldn’t want anything intimate from me?”“Because a Christmas gift is something she shows her family and friends,” Dad said. “She might love to wear a special pair of panties for you to take off. She wouldn’t love to open it in front of her father.”“And she has a younger brother.”“Well, I was exaggerating about the panties. I don’t really think you’d be that obtuse. But a blouse or bottle of. Cory was the wild child of our family, I was much more reserved. It was a typical Saturday afternoon. I was working alone in the studio and a young lady came in to pick up some photographs. I had gone through the files and found the package with her name on it that contained her photos; it was another of the large manila envelopes that was sealed with tape that she picked up. I had noticed that every once in awhile my Dad would package photos in this sort of packaging. I had never thought. When he was half way through the living room he saw his mother dancing alone in front of the stove cooking listening to the oldies station. Cody never really noticed his mother before in any kind of sexual way. I mean for god’s sake it was his mother but after what happened yesterday and finding out that she fantasized about him fucking her Cody was looking at his mother in a whole new light. As her ass swayed back and forth with the music he noticed as she bent over to check the bacon in.