Well time passed but my eagerness of watch my mom naked was increasing. Well I don’t have girl friend to so that I always thinking of her. Another h...lyday I went to watch a match to stadium but I didn’t enjoyed and came home early. I was surprise to my mom was wearing a new shirt in which I can see her breast very easily. Actually it was gifted by my dad who is in the army and came home for a night pass. And as I was not at home they tried the dress I seen her for moment and went to my room. I. You'd think my Mom, high-powered Washington wheeler-dealer, might have gone to Harvard or Yale, right? At least Penn, or Chicago.Actually, she'd gone to law school at the University of Wisconsin.Hey, we've all got to start somewhere. I mean, Wisconsin had a perfectly good law school. It's just that -- now -- a quarter-century later, as the Next Generation, I was expected to progress beyond that level, standing as I did on the shoulders of my gloriously successful parents.So (Mom was actually. I guess a better way to say it is that they were each other's best friend and partners from the second they got together. And there was simply no one that either one of them wanted to be with more.I guess I got that from them, but we'll get to that later in the story. Besides, this story isn't about them, it's about me and my life. If the story had been about them, it would be pretty fucking boring. And it would be over. Here's my parents life story ... well the quick version anyway. Jim met. Suddenly the elevator doors peeped and she was harshly brought back to reality. Mila quickly sat up straight in her chair and poised her slender hands and light pink polished fingertips over her sleek Mac desktop, looking, she hoped, as professional as possible. She cleared her throat. Come in! she ordered. The doors opened and revealed three handsome young men in their late twenties, none other than Vincent and his work buddies. Great. Mila relaxed her shoulders a bit and put a peeved look on.