You rush out the front door.

With very few options and only seconds before your mother appeared at the top of the stairs, you, without even really thinking, headed for the nearest door - which just so happened to be the front door directly behind you. Opening it as quickly yet as quietly as you could possibly manage, for fear of being heard, you stepped outside and gently closed it behind you, before pretty much flinging yourself out of view of the glass entrance, crouching low on the ground, just in time to see your mom descend the staircase seconds after you did.

Holding your breath and praying that she didn't spot you (which thankfully she didn't - appearing too focused on her task), you watched as she bounded down the stairs, dressed now just as you had imagined her; in a tight white, schoolgirl blouse that was positively straining around her gigantic bust, complete with a thin tie hanging loosely between her mouthwatering cleavage, a tiny little plaid black skirt and a pair of knee length socks, with her hair pulled into pigtails. "Oh my God..." you couldn't help but mutter as you saw her scampering quickly past the glass, her bounding motion causing her breasts to bounce dramatically with every step, and for her skirt to rise just enough to give you a glimpse of her gorgeous pantie covered ass before disappearing back down the hall.

Taking a moment to get to grips with this awesome sight, you then realized that any second now she'd be returning the other way and would more likely to spot you this time, so then shuffled your way quickly towards the garage door and out of view. Sure enough, a second or two later, you watched as your mom then reappeared with a large, clear, double ended dildo in hand and headed back up the stairs, giving you another flash of her incredible ass as she did. "Holy fuck, that's my mom!" you said to yourself, still after all this time blown away by this fact, "That's my mom dressed up as a schoolgirl...holding a big dildo...about to have lesbian sex with Summer Rain!" It was insane! Who the hell would have thought that Jennifer Connors, a 40 year old housewife and mother of three, who enjoyed bake sales and cross stitching would ever end up doing something like that? Not that it really made much difference to you now you soon realized, what with no longer being inside the house to actually witness or enjoy it - having made a fatal error in your panic to not be spotted.

"Shit! Could I go back inside? Or would it be too risky?" you wondered, staring at the front door while images of Summer and your mom writhing around together on top of her bed played over and over inside your head.

Although you very much knew what you wanted to do, you also knew that the most opportune moment had unfortunately passed you by and that the risk would be way too great if you tried sneaking back in now. Mentally kicking yourself over this, feeling incredibly disappointed with this anti-climatic outcome (especially after having gotten yourself so worked up), the only thing you could do now to quench your lust for witnessing your mother's sexy body all dressed up, doing unspeakable things to another woman was stare vacantly up towards what you presumed was her bedroom window, hoping to hear any sort of noise or squeal that indicated that they were now doing it. None came unfortunately, and after about five more minutes of torturing yourself with this, you finally accepted defeat and headed into the garage towards your new car.

"Oh well, at least I've still got this baby," you said to yourself as you shuffled into your shiny new Cavalier, reminding yourself that your day hadn't been all bad. Sure you might have missed out on seeing two porn stars going at it live and in the flesh, but you had had a great day with your mother and got some pretty amazing gifts - as well as an unexpected insight into what went on in her life when you weren't around (not to mention a fleeting glance of Summer freaking Rain!). "Yeah, it could have been worse. Much worse," you smiled as you then started up the car and pulled out of the front drive, hoping that they didn't hear that either as you went - not really having any sort of reasonable excuse to why you were now leaving like twenty minutes after you were supposed to have.

Once out on the open road (enjoying very much being behind the wheel of your own car for the first time) you suddenly remembered the panties that were still inside your pocket - having pretty much forgotten about them ever since Summer had arrived. Pulling them out and running your thumb over the lacy blue material, you couldn't help but smile, the panties being a nice little souvenir of your birthday spent with your porn star mom.

"You're back kind of late," your father said after you'd made your way back home and headed on into the house.

"Uh, yeah, sorry. I lost track of time," you told him, not really wanting to tell him where you'd been (well aware of how he'd react), or for that matter about the brand spanking new car you had returned in.

Not that you could really avoid it though, what with your dad's next two questions being; where had you been and how had you gotten home? Obviously you couldn't really lie your way out of this one, not with your car being parked outside in the drive and more than visible to anyone coming or going, and nor really did you think you had to. Your dad might have cut all communications and stuff off with your mother and be acting like she doesn't even exist anymore, but you sure as hell hadn't, and if he could get you something for your birthday then why couldn't she?

Your dad's very predictable reaction on informing him of this wasn't quite as bad as you would have expected fortunately, having great difficulty expressing exactly how he felt about. He was sort of angry you supposed that you'd visited her and received such an expensive gift from her, but at the same time he also seemed slightly frustrated at himself for having been trumped by such an extravagant gift - having given you quite a substantial check, but nowhere in the region of what your mom had spent (you thought it best not to mention all the other stuff). Thankfully though his unease at even talking about your mom cut the conversation rather short, as he grunted, "Fine. Whatever. Keep the damn car if you want. Just leave me out of it. I don't want anything to do with that...that woman and wherever the hell she gets her money!" before storming quickly off.

This satisfied you, seeing as you never spoke about her with him anyway anymore (having given up on that a long time ago), and heading up into your room and dumping your stuff down on your bed and pulling your mother's panties out of your pocket, you lay there for a while just recollecting over everything that had happened, before inevitably heading online to get your naked Amber fix.