I drove my shoulder into it. The sound of cracking wood gave way to B.A.'s scream of terror as the door caved and I walked in.She was standing at the ...ink applying eye something or other. Still wet from the shower and with her hair stuck to her head, she was wrapped in a towel."Mother!" she screamed. "Leave me alone, you bastard! Mother, he's attacking me!"I grabbed a handful of wet hair and dragged her across the hall to my room. Somehow, the towel fell off. A wet B.A. would make a dead man. It had started when she found the condom. The sperm... something about it... She remembered her health classes, listening to the teacher talk about how a man's sperm fertilizes a woman's egg, and she remembered how hard her nipples had gotten. She had to walk around with her books in front of her chest for the next period. Sperm was so dangerous! It was that danger... the chance that the sperm could get her pregnant... that was what was making her horny. So dangerous... but so hot... She found. It had just gotten dark so I looked for headlights and I see some coming about a mile off ( I lived out where the owls fucked the chickens). She got close and I flashed the porch light, she pulled in the driveway and it got real! She got out of her car and... DAMN, She was built! About 5'7" and 130# as far as I could see from my security light. I said" hey, I'm glad you made it" she turned and started toward me and as she got closer, I thought " no fucking way! She was too pretty for me. We. ‘Meet my mother.’ The jealousy instantly evaporated from my gut. I was emotionally torn, why was he introducing me to his mother now of all times? Why didn’t he tell me she was coming? ‘It’s good to finally meet the stunning young woman my son’s been talking about,’ said the woman with a slight Italian accent, wrapping her frail arms around me. ‘Call me Marie.’ ‘It’s nice to meet you too Marie.’ I said with a smile, I felt guilty holding the suitcase behind me, hoping Dominic wouldn’t spot it..