My name is Peggy Sanford. I have had a wonderful, if not bizarre life to date. I got knocked up at the age of 17. But, what appeared to be a travesty, with the father laughing at the news and never looking back, has turned out to be the most wonderful blessing of my life ... the birth of my son, Todd. My parents were very supportive, knowing my devastation and guilt, but put their lives on hold to support Todd and I, while I finished high school and throughout the next 5 years to afford me the opportunity to earn a college degree.
While at college I met the most awesome man. Jason swept me off my feet and, being a very caring and driven individual, he also was most impressive to my parents, his future in-laws. Jason loved Todd from the very first moment he met my little guy. Once we were married, Jason told me the right thing to do would be for him to adopt Todd, which he insisted he do. Jason and Todd grew to be very close over the years and Jason was largely responsible for helping to develop Todd into the mature manly man that he is today.
Jason came from a well off, but not rich family from the north shore of Chicago. His father and uncle started, from the ground up, a manufacturing firm, that they nurtured from its inception to having about 500 employees by the time Jason earned his degree and was placed into a position within the firm to be the heir apparent. From the beginning of our marriage, it was never a necessity that I work. So, with Jason's encouragement, I was able to earn my law degree, with a specialty in tax law. Little did I know that this move would serve me well in the future, when I moved to St Simon's Island, Georgia, becoming the go to person for taking on the IRS, in the most prestigious law firm in the area. Ahh, but I am getting ahead of myself.
When Todd earned his degree and followed his dad into the family firm, he also was being groomed for the top spot. We didn't realize it at the time, but while always shadowing Jason, Todd was rapidly developing his knowledge of the business and leadership skills. Only a couple of years after Jason brought Todd into the family business, naming him the VP of Operations, life would take another dramatic turn. While on a ski trip in Breckenridge, Jason, my beloved husband, would be killed in a skiing accident. This propelled the Board of Directors to accelerate Todd's rise to the top of the family business, spurred on by the "encouragement" of my father-in-law, who just happened to be the Chairman of the Board. While Todd, felt overwhelmed at times, my father-in-law made sure through his mentoring that Todd learned the business well and quickly. So at the ripe old age of 26, Todd, was CEO of this successful manufacturing firm, now employing over 1,500 employees and growing rapidly.
It was during this time, that I received an offer from the law firm on St Simon's and decided to escape the chaos presented by all of the changes necessitated in the family firm. Also escaping the cold of the Chicago area, along with the despair caused by the tragic death of my prince of a husband were at play in my decision. While Todd, would certainly miss the closeness of our relationship, he encouraged me to accept the generous offer. I think knowing he would always have a refuge in the warm south to escape the cold of Chicago and the pressures of heading up this firm, was another factor.
So, now that you have a little history, perhaps I should describe myself in order to paint a more complete picture. I have been blessed with a metabolism that has render me an always fit body, but more than just fit. I stand 5' 7" with what I have always been told to be incredibly toned and well defined legs, an ample chest sporting 36Cs, and, due to a routine that has always been second nature to me, what most men have described as a cute little derriere. I have shoulder length, or perhaps a little longer, black to dark brown hair.
I am now 46 years old, but like to think that I appear to be in my mid to late 30s. I love to be dressed in thigh high stockings, a conservative set of pumps that show off my long legs and a professional appearing dress or suit, which is very effective when dealing with the conniving twerps at the IRS. You would be amazed at the difference in reaction I get, when I walk into a conference or hearing room, as opposed to trying to handle a sticky tax situation over the phone. Perhaps it is the fact that, be the IRS agent a male or female, once I have clicked my heels across their wood or marble floor, and sit in a provocative manner, allowing my hem to always rise just a half inch above the change in color at the top of my stockings, as I cross my legs, I seem to consistently be dealing with an opponent with the deer in the headlights look.
I can't tell you how many of these twerps I have come across, who thought they had a rock solid case, that would result in my client spending some time behind bars and/or facing a substantial penalty and fine, only to have their smiling and well satisfied supervisor, pull them off the suddenly "closed" case. I guess I just have a knack for knowing how to "present my evidence," if you know what I mean. However, don't get me wrong. I know the IRS code and law backwards and forward. Whenever I have a case worthy of a court appearance, you can be sure that I can take these government lawyers apart. They always get that "oh shit" feeling about halfway through the trial, knowing that they have just been run over by the Peggy Sanford train. I'm good and I know it; period, end of sentence.
So, one day I received the following text from my son, Todd: "URGENT! Help Mom! I need your help!" I cut the conference I was in short and called my son within minutes. That's what mothers do. It seems that a tax evasion case was about to blow wide open against the family firm and would hit the front pages of the Chicago papers the next day, with Todd firmly entwined smack dab in the thick of the case!
I called the Chicago headquarters of the IRS and was immediately put through to the manager of the unit responsible for the agent heading up the case, one Joe Morgan. That was my first lucky break on this case, as Joe and I had somewhat of a history, professional and otherwise, prior to my departure from the windy city. Joe said the case was air tight and there wasn't anything he could do to stop this train wreck from happening to my son. After reminding him of some of the "fringe benefits" that he had enjoyed in working with me on several cases, Joe ended the call by telling me he would try to slow the process down long enough for me to get to Chicago. We could then personally review the case. Joe called back an hour and a half later, telling me that he pulled in a major favor and bought me two days, but oh, I owed him big time. "Joe, have I ever not made your string pulling worthwhile?"
I had my assistant clear my schedule for the next week, book me a flight, arrange a limo to the airport, packed a bag and was off to the Midwest on the next flight out. Texting Todd, we arranged for transportation to his house from O'Hare International. About 6 hours after his initial text, I was in the warm embrace of my handsome son in his entry foyer. We just held each other tight with me providing my motherly assurance and my legal confidence, soothing Todd's nerves, telling him everything is going to work out. How? I had no clue, but this was the challenge I relished; that of a high profile case, even if it was a case that put my son's wealth and freedom at peril. We must have stood in this loving embrace for a good 30 seconds, when I noticed my son's erection becoming more evident against my thigh. I have to admit that I simultaneously felt the heat and moisture rising from the core of my womanhood. What the ...?
Todd looked exhausted by the wranglings he was experiencing with both the firm's legal counsel and chief financial officer. I noticed the tension in his back as we held each other in our close embrace. I also knew that I had a significant amount of tightness in my own body, undoubtedly from the anxiety of abruptly interrupting my day and then traveling half way across the country to rush to the aid of the young man who was the most important person in my life. If various people within the IRS thought I was a tough opponent previously, they had no idea the fury they had kindled within me when they attacked my son; mothers don't take well to threats made against their young. The IRS unwittingly had unleashed a tiger that would not hesitate to go for the jugular to bring down the inept beast that was now threatening this, the most precious of my clients.
But as we enjoyed this warm embrace, I could also feel tension leave his finely chiseled body. Could this perhaps be due to the comfort of his mother's body? As my nipples hardened and stabbed into his chest, my mind raced and an internal battle ensued. "Peggy what the fuck are you thinking? This is your son!" my mind screamed. But the internal slut, thus far unrevealed to my son, also released more moisture leaking from my recently ignored cunt. It's only action lately had been with the toys always on hand and of course my very own hands.
And while providing temporary relief, my self-induced orgasms always left the slut in me with unfulfilled needs. Needs that only a rock hard cock without a conscience knows how to provide. The animal lust within rages on.
