I had a small glass of Scotch so just relax. I had one stogie on the course but don’t tell mommy okay! By the way where is mommy? Her car isn’t ...ere.” Knowing my wife was out of the house my hands went right down to her buttocks. Squeezing gently, I had two handfuls of her taught teenage ass and no undies to be found. As a general rule of the house my girls don’t wear any bra’s and especially no panties while inside. It gives me easy access whenever I feel like it. My hands were pulling. She crossed the 5 feet between us in a second and kicked my ass. I heard a dull thud and then searing pain shot up from the side of my left buttock to my nipples. "Owwww." I yelled out in pain.I knew my yelp would only encouraged her more but I couldn't help it. It hurt a lot.Linda grabbed my hair and pulled me up. She moved left foot between my legs, dangerously close to my crotch. I shoved my hands between my legs to protect my delicate, stunted balls from my mother's oncoming thrust. But she. Subtlety was not my strong point. She was suspicious at first."What figure? I'm a mom, remember?"But after a couple of days she'd take my occasional compliments in good grace.She'd even return them, in an indirect way.Like, instead of just saying "Lift that carton of files up for me", she'd instead go "Get those ab's and pec's working for me, will ya?" and give my upper arm a squeeze. I enjoyed her touch.I began wondering how I could take this further, how I could find some way of winding up in. The General screamed and shook the table violently. It was five minutes before he returned to normal.Art and General Ingram cringed at his outburst.“Ask the question again,” I instructed.It took the third dose before the General decided to talk. After that pages of questions were asked and pages of answers were written down. While Director Dorin was asking from his list, both Bens stood off to the side and General Ingram, Frank. Marty and Art joined us in the conversation.The two military men.