They are part of the image of myself I see, don’t know what I’ll do when they finally wear out. I’m afraid I can’t get another pair like these...anywhere. Apartment number sixty-eight. I look at it and smile. Mom had said she had dodged a bullet with that. I knock. Mom is in sweat pants, socks, and a beige T-shirt when she opens the door. It’s a look I know well. She looks like a comfortable piece of furniture. She smiles seeing it’s me. ‘Come on in. Don’t look at the mess, I’m still unpacking.’. I decided that I would try to look through the crack in the door. I could feel an erection coming on in anticipation. Going silently to her bedroom door, I saw Mum lying in bed with a negligee lifted above her chest with one hand holding the story whilst her other hand was busily occupied in her cunt masturbating to the stories I had written online. O looked like she had printed some out. She was totally preoccupied wanking to the stories unaware of my presence, moving her free hand deftly. The sun was setting and you could see the scenic vanilla sky against the ocean through the floor to ceiling windows. I explained to Daniel that Stella and I had been having sex and that she would be the woman who I demonstrated some technique on for him. He was a bit shocked at first that I had actually gone through and fulfilled his half-hearted request, but after the initial shock, his face turned into a cheek to cheek grin. He was like a kid on line in a candy store, just waiting to taste. He pulls me to my feet kissing me hard tasting himself in my mouth. He picks me up and gently lays me on the bed, the sheets are soft and warm and welcome me into their folds. He crawls his way up my body, his fingers creeping there way to my dripping pussy as he probes at my entrance, his fingers slip inside as his mouth comes down on mine, kissing me deeply and slowly, and taking his time. His other hand pushes my legs wider apart allowing him to sink further into me. My moans are muffled by.