It was warm inside and it enveloped her. A gentle, narrowly focused column of air began to blow, first directed at her forehead, then her neck, then ...oving down, following the curves of her body to her breasts, her abdomen, her mound. Each reaction, each moan, each sound, was recorded. Small TV monitors watched her. The machine noted how her eyes reacted, if she trembled, if she perspired. A scan noted brain activity. Two robotic probes made of soft material and designed to replicate human. Since Patty wanted as few people as possible to know of her "outing" with Van, she didn't report his assault to the police. She reported that Van was an acquaintance that had been in the area when Bobby was hit by a car, thinking that was enough for the police to investigate and implicate him.Van's parents were prominent figures in the city's society pages. The police came to visit Van at their luxurious home overlooking the city. They served the detectives coffee and chocolates on their patio. I again said fuck it, it’s now or never. Pulling my dick out I rolled her onto her back and said “I want to fuck those tities of yours!” she leaded back pushed her jugs together and said “here you go big boy.” Stepping up onto the bed I straddled her placing my dick between her melons. She had her head propped up enough so that if I pushed far enough my dick would reach her mouth. Pushing her tits together I begin to start rocking back and forth. A few well-placed drops of spit and my cock. She quickly wrapped the towel around her body and said.Mom: David, I need to get dressed.Me: Yeah, right. Sorry, mom. I’ll just leave.Saying this, I just left the room and closed the door. I wasn’t able to believe what just happened. I knew I was staring at her. And I knew she noticed it. I suddenly became scared.What will she think of me? Why didn’t I turn back? All these questions came to my mind. I didn’t know how to face my mother again. I decided to leave for class. I just shouted from.