On a Saturday morning, I woke up as mom was fixing breakfast. I had never looked upon my mom in a sexual nature before, but as I lay there I couldn't ...help but notice how transparent her gown was as the sun shone through the windows.Mom was very busty, she had gotten a breast augmentation about ten years before when she was about twenty-seven. The more I looked, the more of her figure stood out in the bright light. Her breasts were beautiful and when she turned a certain way her entire body was. “Without a headset, the quality of sound is pretty crappy,” I said. I contemplated the problem a minute and then had an idea. “Why don’t you sing to me?” I asked.“Sing what?”“You choose. Create the soundtrack. Sing me love songs.”“Really, Tony?”“Mmmhmm.” I was already ripping through a warmup sketch with just the key lines that I would base the drawing from—the curve of her hips, the position of her head, the peaks of her breasts, the extension of her hand. She smiled and then began to sing,. …. “ No signal, she tried again. "911, what's your emergency?” she heard just as he opened the car door."What the fuck are you doing you little whore!!" “Hello, Ma'am, sir?" John screamed at her, grabbing her by the hair, dragging her out the car, onto her knees, and the phone smashed on the concrete.Lola let out a cry as she fell onto her knees holding her hair, trying to get it from his grasp."John. Please?" he pulled her hair making her crawl behind him into the warehouse. "JOHN!" she. Mindy immediately winced as awareness came back to her. She was surprised at how relatively mild the pain on her skin was, and quickly realized that she had been bathed, and that some sort of balm had been applied to her body to help her skin recover from the torment it had endured. The lingering effects would be minimal, she realized, but she was still certain that she would receive subtle reminders of her punishment for the next few days.What really caused Mindy to wince was the deep.