Richard wasted no time in puttingthem on and, as he looked in the mirror, he realised that he'd need togo for an understated glamourous look with his ...akeup to be in keepingwith the professional look of his outfit. As he finished off his makeupwith deep red lipstick, he couldn't help thinking how many women hadprepared for job interviews by adding a little glamour to help theinterviewer make up their mind. After putting on his wig and looking inthe mirror once more, he felt a rush of confidence. " Worse and worse! I insist." It's like how we fucked after you beat me?"He leaned his chair back, laid a hand on her ass and squeezed it through her jeans. "You will be punished both for being wrong and for thinking too highly of your charms." Despite his words I could see he was pleased with her and happy with her responses. Happy to be annoying me.He turned to me. "You remember the den in that house? When we were kids? It had a recliner and a couch and a TV and a lot of pictures of baseball. So typical of him.Mom was in the kitchen doing something at the counter with her back turned to me. My Wonder Woman beckoned to me without a single movement of her body. It was her outfit that called to me, invited me closer.Dressed in a burnt orange mini dress, stay up stockings that reached just above the hem of her dress, and the always present four inch stilettoes, I wanted her. There was no resisting this Wonder Woman of mine.My mother must have heard my approach as she turned to look at. She had been fucked in Whites, Macks, Freightliners and even gang-banged on a pile of tarpaulins by a gang of truckers. She loved the feel of cocks ramming deep in her young pussy driving her over the top with orgasm after orgasm. Eventually the inevitable happened........the Bullsperm she was taking everyday finally made its way up through her cervix and into her womb and one sperm worked its way into one of her new fertile eggs and the fuck slut truck-stop whore was preggers.Far from slowing.