"Wait here, I'll call a cab."James' apartment was exactly as I imagined - it looked like mine. Papers and half-read books littered every available sur...ace in a literary game of Jenga. The decoration was functional, rather than decadent, with a strong tendency to Scandinavian furniture in the hope that his house would appear like a catalogue home, rather than merely a place to sleep. His walls were lined with various newspaper clippings and magazine articles, contained within clip-frames. His. She had a string of guys, but they were basically awful to her. She won't talk about it, but I know for a fact she was ****d, more than once. Sometimes while I was in the house. By at least a couple guys. Not just, like, home invasions. But just really fucking mean boyfriends who didn't respond well to "no".Anyway, I was in school, and my mom had been without a boyfriend for a couple years. Probably a good thing for her, really. But at the time it was obvious how much she missed being with. She used her right hand to move her computer mouse, but when she could she used it to pinch and roll her nipples. Her face glowed. She’d worked hard all day, taking shit from people and being nice. She’d worked out at the gym, and she was careful about everything she ate. Now was her reward. She chose her own little slice of heaven, indulging in slow, tantalizing self-pleasuring. Her eyelids grew heavy and her mouth slack. Her entire vulva was in a state of ecstasy. No drug could be this. Sure, she was only fifteen, but in our family, we would all pitch in to help raising any brats. Besides, she fully intended to stay at home and run the shop with us.Aunt Molly, meanwhile, had her tongue buried in Summer’s slippery twat and she licked away with a vengeance at the fine, teenage cunt. Swapping partners within the family, at least, was a damn good plan for us. I could tell that Aunt Molly enjoyed it for sure, as did Summer from the way that she moaned in response to my auntie’s.