Hell, my mom was smoking hot. She was petite, her skin bronzed by the sun everywhere her two piece didn't cover, and everywhere else a lovely milky wh...te with perfect skin. I could alter where I looked and see most of what went on anywhere in that bathroom, and to this day I remember vividly everything about one night in particular. That night she peeled out of a tee shirt and jeans and readied her bath in a matching pair of silky black panties and bra. She had somewhat modestly sized breasts. "We'll need proof," he said casually. Then, without bothering to ask me, he undid the ties of my robe and pushed it off, revealing my naked body, auburn hair cascading down onto my suddenly-taut breasts. My nudity caused my feminine instinct to kick in, causing me to bend my left knee, posing my long, perfectly-shaved legs with the toes of my fully-extended left foot arched, just touching the floor, hoping it would please these boys. "I don't see anything!" Seamus exclaimed angrily. "You washed. "I was frozen. I couldn't take my eyes off my daughter's gorgeous, curvaceous body. Clearly she had gotten the boobs I always wanted to have. I had to answer her question. I opened my mouth to form the word."I ... Megan, I... ," I stammered. She just looked back at me as coquettishly as she possibly could. Finally I blurted out, "Yes ... damn it ... Yes Megan."A huge smile crossed her face as she stared back at me. I didn't know what the hell I was doing. How was this fifteen year old. Made me kind of nervous but the next day I still went. I arrived at the build about 10 minutes to 1pm which was my appointment time. I passed the building and quickly glanced in and there was a doorman at a desk and looked like I would have to sign in. I tried not to panic and just walked slowly around the block. I got back to the front and it was 3 minutes to 1 and I walked in and went straight passed the desk and to the elevators I did say good afternoon but she didnt say anything back. Felt.