Still, between my mother, and whatever was going on out there, I couldn’t make heads or tails of it. Nobody else seemed to notice it, whatever it wa..., which meant that either I was special in some way, or I was crazy. I didn’t feel crazy. In my apartment, everything seemed solid, real. The shadows cast by the lights I’d turned on were as they should be, the light level normal. I walked to the front door, opened it, and was immediately aware of the lack of light in the hallway. The lights were. She walked up to me and without a word hugged me again I shook she took me to the backroom and told her workers go out front then turn to me and we kissed long slow deep very much passion I had never felt a kiss like that and honey it changed my life right then for three years the nights at the gym the drinks with friends the Tupperware parties were all nights in her bed making the best love she does things to me that no one ever did before and just the sound of her name gets me wet. WOW MOM. Doesn’t that mean you’re horny?” He can’t help but smile a little at her question.“Yes, it does.”“… Can I watch you?”“Watch me what?” he asks quietly, already knowing the answer.“Do… whatever it is you do,” she says bashfully, a tiny smile on her lips.“I think we’ve done enough for tonight, sweetheart.”“Please? I really want to.”“Why?” He’s curious.“Because… I think about it all the time.” God damn, if he could get any harder, he would explode. He wants to rebuttal, but the pleading look on her. It was if there was an itch deep inside her that she couldn’t reach, her thighs closing around his hand as he teased her.He hooked a finger around her insubstantial panties and pulled them aside, linked to her swollen lips by a sagging web of fluids. She felt something cool, textured, and she realized that he was pushing the bullet-shaped device on the end of the long wire inside her.It was ribbed, made from flexible plastic or perhaps silicone, dragging against the sensitive walls of her.