My mom came to the couch with two steaming mugs and set them on the coffee table. She seemed oblivious to the facts that her robe parted inappropriat...ly high up and I can almost see her panties as she folded her legs under her. My jeans are uncomfortably tight in the front at this point as I just sat there and stared between her legs. Her legs themselves were shiny and smooth, I wondered what they felt like. "Scott.......sweetie, your tea is getting cold." I snapped out of my fantasy and. “The C130 from Morton should land in a couple of hours; pack everyone up. Clean up the prisoner, put him in a new jump suit and bag him. All of you will accompany him back to Morton. At Morton you will be met by an intelligence team that will take custody of the prisoner and all documentation you put together. I state again, ALL documentation,” I instructed.I called the Doc, “You need to do a physical to evaluate the suspect’s condition to make sure he can handle the first session tomorrow. And, in the case of Stacy, Aunt Karen had gotten involved, as well. My aunt was a partner in the law firm that Mom's company kept on retainer.Susan and Karen Cooper, my mother and my aunt, made a pretty intimidating pair. Both well over 6 feet tall with straight, dark hair, high cheekbones, and long, angular faces. They were the sort of faces you see on fashion runways, except that the Cooper sisters were far too curvy to be models. I did not have fantasies about my mother, because that would. "Yes?" I left my wet things on the toilet seat in the bathroom." Oh. Right. I'll go put those in the dryer then." Thanks," she said again, then went back to unfolding the blanket.Bobby changed course for the bathroom, instead of the stairs. The light was still on, and sure enough, there were her clothes on the toilet seat. He scooped them up, started out of the room, then paused. He glanced down the hall, made sure the coast was clear, ducked back in, then quickly picked her bra out of the pile.