By nine o'clock, most of the kids were well on their way to getting drunk.Dot wasn't much of a drinker but walked around with a plastic cup of beer to...blend in with everyone. Someone took out a tray of jello shots that were consumed almost immediately. Dot gave one a try. She didn't like it any more than the beer. She wasn't there to drink. She was there to fuck.Dot didn't notice the time. What she noticed was that there were a half dozen guys and three girls left. Most everyone else had. He'd shown theavatar to her before. It was supposed to represent him in the game. He'dbeen boasting about something he'd accomplished, in the game, with azeal she'd not seen in him since he'd lost his job. The game wasimportant to him as was his avatar, that seemed clear. The avatar wasiconically heroic, a huge masculine figure, heavily muscled, almostbrutish looking, and wielding an impossibly large sword and shield. Shefelt like she was getting a glimpse at her husband's psyche. The avatarwas. He just gave her a hard stareand a moment later his mother dropped the green shirt back onto thedisplay table with a sigh of indignation. Before Eric could say or doanything she had floated from the shirts back to the racks of pantshanging beside the table. Without looking at her son she began pullingvarious pairs off of the rack. After a few minutes she handed three ofthem to Eric."Go try these on, tell me which ones fit," she said.Eric took the pants and looked at the sizes on their tags. . I wasn’t and that was a good thing so we ended up having a pretty good time in bed. I’ve been teaching her both with “hands-on”, erotic stories, and videos on the Internet about the potential our bodies have for fun when naked with each other. I’d quickly learned that she was curious as hell about sex but had never had any opportunity to explore it.She wasn’t working so I had her check out things online and make a list of topics that were of interest so we could go through them together. I also.