Yes

I went to the gallery on my phone. The pictures of the drunk, naked and freshly-fucked mom as Mrs. Ryder were gone. My heart sank.

But then I checked my email. There they were! I wasn't crazy! Now I wished I had recorded her when she was Taffy!

But going forward, I would have to record my dreams of mom and send them to myself! There was so much potential here. I could dream up mom into celebrities, politicians, my college professors and get pictures of them doing the nastiest things I could dream up!

I headed up to my bedroom to save the Mrs. Ryder pics to my laptop and consider my options. Celebrity fakes were all over the internet. Pics of me being blown by actresses and singers might be fun but they weren't really useful ****. My professors and neighbors, on the other hand, might be useful. Especially since I expected to be missing a lot of classes soon.

I was grinning evily as I saved the pictures of Mrs. Ryder when I realized the folder I had instinctively saved them to was already full of dozens of pictures I'd found...useful...since hitting puberty. Some porn, yes, but also lots and lots of pics I'd acquired from Facebook. There were plenty of girls and women from my past I wouldn't mind seeing again.