“Mom? What is it?”“Honey, come on in please.”I opened the door and looked in. What I saw almost brought me to my knees – there was mom on th... bed, in the same dress I’d used in the fantasy earlier, with the mirror pulled up to the foot of the bed. “Mom? What…”“I asked if you wanted to have your fantasy,” she said. “I assumed you’d say yes.”“You mean…?”“It’s still your fantasy, honey. Except you’re not going to use your pillow.”She reached a hand out toward me. I moved forward, almost in shock.. God, she was all damp as usual between her legs! The narrow, thin strip of nylon snugly caressing her there was saturated with the hot moisture seeping from between her pussy-lips! She'd have to change her panties... !The scratching against the screen of the back door marred her thoughts. It was Lancer, of course, she knew without looking. Vickie Davis' huge German Shepherd whose habit it was to come begging every morning about this time. Not that the animal didn't get enough to eat at home;. I wondered what they were for, but in the drugstore we got our answer: there was a couple on the bed going at it.Putting sex on TV, and mentioning it in a brochure didn't give me as much of a flavor of the place as watching a couple go at it in a drugstore. I could learn to like a place like this.That reminded me that neither I nor my sister had gotten any in quite a few days. I was thinking about this when Dad showed us the bikes and we all got a crash course in learning to ride them all over. ? She was begging and appealing to her as best as she could. ?You don’t seem to understand, my dear, I don’t need your money. I am quite wealthy on my own; and as to using you as my slave, I am going to do that in my own good way.? Claudia Grayson’s perfect business and perfect life was about to be completely destroyed. Events of the past sometimes cannot be avoided. It all seemed like a dream now?or more appropriately put?a bloody nightmare. The infinite levels of good and.