It seemed everyone was fascinated by a girl like her who possessed both feminine beauty and masculine assets. There were also the interviews on Televi...sion and on the Internet. Some of these were geared focused primarily on the exotic and pornographic, but some were designed for a more general audience. It was a pleasure to be interviewed and not have to have sex with the interviewers or, even, sometimes to display the asset for which she was most famous. The interviews took place in the studios. Oh, God what could he say? As he gazed at his mother he knewshe could still, if she wished, light a wicked fire in his bellydespite the terrible uncertainties that now hung over his future. Witha sense of desperation gathering in his soul John wondered how onearth he could rescue something from the mess but then thought he sawa half smile – or was it a half frown - cross his mother’s face.Mother and son studied one another in silence and John wondered if,instead of casting him into outer. I turned her towards the wall. Slowly & gently moving my hand over her sloppy body, starting from her feet, nap of knee, giving pleasures massage to her bubble buttock, removing her long wet hair up to her waist from her back. When I unhooked the bra she gives, moaning pleasures sound. It makes the atmosphere hornier. Gently kissing her back from her waist up to, nap of her neck makes her more wets. A little bite on her ear lobes was added pleasures for her. I turned her, slowly removing her. She was wearing a formal dress. More like the corperate type. High heels. I figured she was a working woman. She probably had bunked office. Her ass was round and awesome with small but firm breast. As her back turned towards me I walked closer to her. I unzipped standing behind her & threw her on the couch. She got angry & said “how dare you”? I ripped of her shirt. She said she would call the security if I didnot leave her. But all I wanted was to rape her & take revenge on her. I went near.