Her nose was small with a slight curve to a little nub. It didn’t seem quite in keeping with the rest of her body, but it was not something that cou...d be changed. She bore no facial scars from her hockey experience. A full face screen made sure of that. She looked again in the mirror. No make up, and yet, she was reasonably content with her appearance.She quietly dressed, gathered up her hockey equipment, and headed for the elevator. She didn’t have long to wait and, with a soft ding, the doors. But I can see her hand still moving. We didn't say anything and I thought nothing of it. Took her dog potty. End of that night. Few months in I continued doing the same routine. I never caught her in that position again though. This time I walked in and she was sleeping. She didn't have the biggest breasts but tonight they were noticeable. She was wearing just a white shirt. I hovered above her she was sleeping like an angel. I cup her breasts really slowly. Her nipples hardened in my hands... I pointed my finger at the one who'd started the tease. I was getting angry now that she was trying to turn the blame for this shit onto me! "Don't you dare go all pissy with me you bloody tart! You were the one who started this entertainment. I simply performed my part in your fuck film fantasy!"I paused, tamping down my emotions. "Look," I said, holding out a placating hand and trying to sound reasonable. "I'm hungry and you're probably starving by now. All we've had since yesterday are. ‘Oh, Mom. All of them, pleeeease,’ and he was begging again. ‘Your tummy is tight and flat, so perfect, so you’ve no need to be shy about it, have you?’ It had been quite a few years since anyone had told her exactly what to do, and Annie was alive to her submissive nature. She knew she could have stopped all of this ages ago, but the margaritas, her relaxed state, and the taboo excitement of allowing her handsome son to enjoy watching her body, had overtaken her orderly thoughts and reactions..