I'm now older, my sister Amy is off at college and I live with my Mom, Leslie and my dad Bruce. Mom owns her own accounting firm, dad works for a big... computer company and he travels a lot, leaving mom and me alone quite a bit. Mom is 42 and quite tall and very beautiful. She has a great body with her best feature being her legs and ass. She tends to dress down, rarely wearing heels or hose and in fact dressing "frumpy" for work. I don't know if that's because that's her comfort level or. Little did she realize that she was going to get more than noticed. When she turned around to go back home, a man pulled along side of Summer, and got a huge smile on his face. He honked the horn repeatedly, dropped back behind Summer, and followed her to the next rest stop. His name was Rick and he was headed home to Chicago. Rick sweet talked his way into having Summer follow him to a service entrance of a bean field. If anyone were to approach, they would be able to get more than an eyeful. Finally, on Wednesday, the eighth, before his birthday on the twelfth, Brad asked if we could talk after dinner. We said sure and went on eating. Afterward, Kate and I sat next to each other on the sofa, and Brad sat in Kate's chair."Alright, here is my take on this. Yes, Mother, I would love to have sex with you, but Dad says that he has to be there or the whole thing is off. I can understand his reasoning, but I disagree. If he has to be there, then he can sit in a chair and watch, but not. ....Whimpering, tears running down my red cheeks...i slowly step forward inmy 4" black maid pumps. The sticky, rich clay offers little resistanceto my pointed toes and i watch in horror as both shoes disappear slowlyinto the brown goo....I struggle to keep my balance....the mud closingin around my ankles as my shoes are swallowed up. Mother tells me towalk in place to stir up the mud better.... There is a tremendou suctionon both high heels as i lift them up and down in the mud....sinking.