I needed time to absorb what she was saying.My former self was now dead, and I was now an 18 year-old college girlwho looked like a fucking Playmate? ...This couldn't be happening. Istood frozen, trying to grasp it all. I was completely helpless. Ilooked down to verify my reflection, and was answered with an eyeful ofmy own cleavage. I stood there for a moment longer, but there reallywas nothing to consider, I had no choice. I was trapped. Completelydefeated, I nodded "yes." Then she asked. "Well, when you have such a horny step-mum why not? So would you?" I could feel my cock getting hard again. And so could my mum. "I don't know. Maybe, I'll think about it. Obviously by the feel of things you would like to." "I think it's a hot idea. I love your bum, and you look so cute when you blush," I said as I moved my hand between her legs. "I guess I'm not the only one who likes the idea," I said as I took my fingers out of her dripping wet pussy and brought them up to both our mouths to. She didn’t hear anything but she could tell someone was sitting at the table. As she came out of the darkness and into the light she squinted but could tell that Tom, her mom’s boyfriend was sitting there. As she got closer she saw that his shirt was open and then saw his arm moving fast in his lap. As she got closer Tom had seen her and stopped moving his hand. Why is your shirt open? She asked. And then came closer and saw that Tom was looking at naked girls on his laptop. Then she looked. She was one of the generation of Irish women that had taken control of their own destiny, qualifying as a nurse and fully intending to work and be independent. The contraceptive implant was a huge liberator because it meant that even under the influence, you could not forget it. She had fucked dozens of men bareback and never gotten pregnant. She was 28 and reckoned her three years in Saudi had been sexually, the best of her life. She had experimented with other women, tried threesomes and even.