A warning

While your sister showers off the sweat from her soccer game, your mother comes in to the television room, sits next to you, and speaks quietly, under the noise of the television. "A week from now you father gets back," she says. "Your sister also has a soccer game that day. I already arranged with the two of them to pick up your sister after her soccer game, and then pick up your father at the airport. This means that we won't get any extended time with each other before then. I just want to warn you again to be careful. When your sister is around, and even more so when your father is around, we have to be careful. Neither of them are stupid. Anne is quite bright, and your father, though a passionate and somewhat crazy lover, would probably notice a difference in the feel of my pussy if this had been in it recently." She gives your crotch a quick, playful rub. "Anyway, we have to be careful, is all." She smiles, gets up, and leaves the room.

You sit on the couch, deep in thought, not really watching the television. Your thoughts are interrupted by Anne's voice, asking "what are you watching?" She has entered the room, her hair wet, wearing a pair of pajamas.

You stammer. "Oh, uh, nothing much. You can watch whatever you want," you add hastily, noticing her quizzical look.

"Thanks," she says, still confused. She sits down on the other end of the couch, picks up the remote control, and flips channels until she finds something she wants to watch. You keep thinking for a while about ways to rendezvous with your mother without anybody noticing, and eventually get up and go to bed.

You get up the next day, and walk to school alone, your sister staying home sick. You have realized that most of the contact you can have with your mother, if any, is of the kind that occurred before your father left on his business trip -- the occasional handjob or peepshow. For some reason, the only thing that fills your mind now though is thoughts of fucking her, of her ass and her pussy. You find yourself sighing routinely, and don't really notice anything that is going on around you at school. Finally, it is time to head home.

You shuffle your way home, and enter through the garage, noticing the car is gone. You head down to your room, and close the door behind you. You lie down on your bed, and as you do, hear the sound of paper under your head. You sit up, reach under the pillow, and find a printed-out photo from the new digital camera.