"It was at that time that a knock sounded on the door. A Secret Service man passed through General Colton."Martin, your just in time to watch this mov...e with us. You only missed 10 minutes of it so far. John Wayne in that classic, Stage Coach." The President said to General Colton."Sorry sir. Something has come up. We just received a video satellite call from the French President." The General told him."So, we're sure? That asshole survived after all?" The president asked."Yes, sir. Voice. ..I'm your mother!" She said. I shrugged and pulled off my shirt, my six pack glowing in the dim light of the candles my mom had lit. I don't want to brag, but I am pretty hot. I come from pretty good looking parents too. My dad, who was away for the weekend on a business trip, was 6'1" with chiseled looks and shaggy brown hair. My mother had a great body with D cups, long wavy blonde hair, and shockingly bright blue eyes. I got my fathers height and hair and my mothers blue eyes. I had. I need some vegetables cut.”“I’m a real cut up.”She laughed. “Good, get busy. Small pieces.” I started cutting onions, green peppers, mushrooms, and more. She had retrieved spices from a cabinet and the fridge and was mixing them together with eggs and something thick and white. She started a pot of water heating and was cooking bacon in a large frying pan.I finished cutting and looked at her to do more. She said, “Pour us some coffee and then you can sit down for a bit.” She smiled. “I am. It's almost unreal; as if I've been dropped into some bizarre fetish novel. I'd pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming if I could only get my hands out of the pillory.Given my state of confusion I'm not sure how I expect Connie to look when she comes in to the playroom. As it is she turns up dressed just as she was in the office. I'm almost disappointed but she still exudes a sexual power. In spite of my being drawn to her erotic charge. I try to protest. "What is all this? I answered your.