As they drove out of the parking lot, he asked her where she lived, and after she had given him directions, he then asked, would she mind if they took...a short cut. At first she said sure, but after a while they seemed to be getting farther and farther away from where she lived? Diane at first thought he had misunderstood the directions she had given, but the look on his face had given her some concern, and a feeling that something more, that just a ride home, might be in store had crossed her. Her lovely face, her nice big boobs, her stomach, between her desirable legs her well shaved pussy.First time ever I see my mother fully naked. I`m so excited, breathing faster, my hands get sweated and something between my legs begins to grow constantly.„Do you like what you see“ she asks. I can`t say anything, just nodding my head. Mommy smiles and comes to join me on the bed. She lays down very close to me, wraps her arms around my body. At this moment I feel like heaven. Mom takes my head. "Thank you for calling Mr. Smith. Goodbye." Goodbye Mrs. Jones," I replied gently and the line went dead.The first crack in the defense. Small, but hopefully significant.While burning a CD with the recording, I typed two simple consent forms and a covering letter. It was friendly and concise, if somewhat devoid of emotion - just telling them what to do with the forms. After some thought I decided to close the letter with something personal and wrote 'Laura is happy and healthy and has come to. At this point I was so enraged I wanted to physically attack her. I took three steps closing the gap between us and grabbed her arm not knowing what I was going to do. I spun her around to face me and said "Shit bitch, you piss and moan about me watching a movie where bimbos take off their clothes because it's degrading to woman. Yet, here you are stripping in front of your own son. You're no better than any of those whores! Now I'm gonna do to you what I wanted to do to them. So I guess it's.