"But isn't that degrading? And making you dress like that. Cheerleaders? Hula Girls?" Just as she finished Cleo walked up wearing a set of black under...ear and her familiar smile.She must have heard the final words because she just giggled and said. "Of course you might get masters like my Tyson who prefers his concubines in even less."Robin was shocked into speechlessness as Ann looked around. "Mommy, why is that woman wearing her underwear like that?" the girl asked.Cleo knelt down and looked. She had on big hoop earrings and a small ankle tattoo of a butterfly stuck out on her pale white skin. Her red lips were smeared and her black eye liner was smudged. Her robe came up to just under her ass cheeks and when she walked I could see the bottom of her ass. Her white robe barely contain her big round 40 inch ass. Her ass shook as she strutted down the hall and I almost ran into her when she stopped at her kitchen table.It was a small kitchen table with two bar stools on either end. Her. . so I know what you're feeling, hon--Steve." She broke off for a moment. "I'd give anything to take all this back and make everything all right but--" No, Barbara, you most definitely do NOT know what I'm feeling. Quit saying that. It's not true and it never will be true, dammit." Okay... okay... I didn't mean to upset you," Barbara said hastily. "I... well... I'll just say goodbye then. Take care of yourself, all right?"Steve swallowed his anger. He took a long breath and let it out."Okay,. “Goodnight, Mom.”I imagined patting Mom down until I fell asleep, an unwanted full erection keeping me awake until well after midnight. Several times the next day, my mind wandered during training with a similar, if less intense, effect — I had been called back in for further training because my boss said the TSA hadn’t specified the procedures properly. Each time it happened, I forced the image of Mrs. J’s body into my mind but couldn’t erase the guilt that it was the thought of Mom’s more.