At six-forty-five, I heard Mom taking a shower, and at seven-twenty, the sound of her heels on the wooden floorboards caused me to look up. Boy, what ... sight she was, as she elegantly glided down along the corridor and walked into the living room. I gave out a wolf whistle, and saw Mom blush a little.‘Your old lady doesn’t scrub up too bad, does she?€™ Mom said whilst moving into the classic model’s pose of hands on hips and one foot in front of the other. I had to admit, she was. On the screen, the young fair-haired boy was now lying back on a bed, his legs spread wide by his partner’s strong hands with his head buried between. The intricate tattoo of a devil with angels’ wings covered his muscular back from his waist to his shaven head. His tongue invaded the boy’s anus, darting in and out like a rod as he prepared the boy for his fate. I could almost feel that initial, uncomfortable sting, as first one, then two of his thick fingers were inserted, slowly pressing into. She wondered if this moment was the one that fooled most women into thinking the men cared about them. She felt she knew better. They were all horny perverts, and she would never make the mistake of trusting one with her love. She knew this phase lasts about 5 minutes or so. And while she wasn’t turned on, nor had experienced any pleasure, she still had an endorphin release. A side effect of mentally knowing she had just copulated. She wouldn’t be pregnant, she was on the pill. Thank god. "Can I look now?" I asked."Yep," she said taking my hand and leading towards a another cupboard inthe bedroom, she opened the door inside the door was a full length mirrorpositioning her hand on my waist she moved me in line with the mirror."What do you think then?" she asked.I stood open mouthed looking at the sight before me. "Jesus Christ," Isaid quietly. Looking at the sight in front of me I was dumbfounded inthe mirror stood a hot young woman with a modern trendy hairstyleflawless make up.