I don’t think she was even watching the stag film anymore.I forgot all about the glass of water I had come down for. I crept back up the stairs to m... room and jerked off thinking about my Mom and her hot 8mm stag films.I became obsessed with catching my Mom masturbating. The weekend had come and gone. I would sneak down every night when she came home from her 4:00 pm to 12:00 am shift. The nights I spied on her, she was only checking the mail, writing checks, or sorting coupons. I started to. " I flicked water at her from my wet hands and she laughed. "You brat!" She teased, "I'm glad you're here to help we've always appreciated it." ​“I’ve always enjoyed it out here. So quiet; I love being in the country.” With that she gave me a little hug and we sat down to eat. Dinner went by with quiet conversation about the weather and the days accomplishments. Afterward I joined her on the porch for her nightly routine; a glass of wine and a cigarette. It was a routine I was familiar with.. ... she had noticed me! I breathed the smoke out, lifting my head and, brushing my hair from the side of my head, revealing my throat to her, feeling with a lingering touch of my fingers the tiny black leather choker I always wore with its tiny ancient silver cross hanging down to my cleavage, before returning her gaze. I smiled directly at her and crossing my legs, now let my fingers slide slowly up my leg from below my knee onto my thigh. The hem of my black jersey dress caught on them and. That is also when I lost my Phillip, on his second rescue, so many years ago and I still miss his touch every day I'm alive. But you know as well as I do that it happens: just as our Damsels face death each and every time they go to Chaos, so do the Heroes that go to rescue them. That has been the primary premise upon which the relationship between Cassandra, Crossroads and Earth for many, many years has existed. What has come to light in the last few weeks has been the attempt to destroy that.