She sat down on her comfortable chair. I chose to stand on the other side of the desk, staring down at her.“So...” She swallowed. “You're dating...my daughter. Not long, though?”“Worried that she's not a virgin any longer?” I asked, my smile growing.Her eyes widened. “Young man, that's my daughter that—”“You've been in my father's bed,” I said, cutting her off. “You recognized me. I look a lot like him. And Pam did say you thought my name was strong.”Her cheeks darkened this time.“You were one of. Itfelt so shameful just stupidly smiling as they laughed at her.Even more confronting was the fact that she apparently fit in perfectlyamong these mannequins. The same ones she had thought of as outrageous,ones she hadn't even notice represented males at the start. After allthere was no other reason as for why these women would otherwise havebeen startled why the couple before didn't even notice her.Now that she had noticed this it only became more apparent. Sheintentionally waited a bit longer. That day we went out and took pictures of the girls flashing. I got tits, ass, and pussy shots in town and in stores. I could not believe how risqu?y mother could get. She had no qualms about opening her shirt right in the grocery store with people in the aisle behind her. That started a little competition between the two women. I enjoyed taking every picture. The final straw was when Mom and my wife went into a college bar, stripped naked, and posed with six every handsome young men. Not to be. Eve was careful not to drink too much, and I kept my consumption in line with hers out of politeness.That night, we had a hell of a rain storm, much worse than we had at any time last winter. Our main thought at the time was, "Thank God it isn't snow!" It rained so hard that we actually had some rain blown into our air intake, and some water managed to get into our cave by that route. The wind that went along with the rain was surely pushing 150-200 KPH, and it lasted much too long to be simply.