in the history that your mom has been looking at all of Amber's videos and pics.

"Holy shit!" you exclaimed, reading your mother's history for the last couple of weeks and discovering that nearly all of it was links to various pictures and videos of Amber from all over the net (including her own official website), "Why has she been looking at all these?" You of course recalled her telling you how she'd decided to embrace her new body's past and put it behind her, but this certainly didn't seem like the case here; appearing more like she was investigating or possibly even showing an interest in it. The question was why? Why had your mom been looking up every picture set and hardcore scene Amber Knights had ever done? Wouldn't a brief browse through her profile have been enough? And if all this was in the past, why then had she, just this morning in fact, searched for "Amber Knights and Summer Rain strap on scene"?

It didn't make sense, none of it did! Last time you'd seen her confronted by images of Amber Knights porn career she'd turned bright red in embarrassment and quickly removed them from the wall (then pretty much broke down in tears five minutes later because of them). Your mom couldn't stand this sort of sexualized stuff. She'd even said it herself. She was "old fashioned", she'd barely even heard of half the sexual acts on Amber's bio page, never mind having shown any inkling before of wanting to watch one woman being fucked by another woman with a strap on dildo! No, the only possible explanation that you could think of had to be that she was somehow doing research for...

Before you could finish that thought however, you suddenly heard your name being called and quickly jerked back from the computer in surprise.

"Tim...Sweetheart? The burgers are ready!"

Panicking on hearing your mother's voice, aware that you probably shouldn't be in here, and you definitely shouldn't be snooping about on her computer (no matter what it was on it), you made a move to close down the browser before suddenly realizing that you were still holding the leather boots and stockings. "Shit!" you squeaked, not sure what would appear worse, spying on her or stealing her clothing, and hearing her voice getting louder as she approached, asking, "Tim...? Tim, where are you?" (having left the bathroom door open, so obviously not being in there), you quickly pulled open one of the desk drawers and stuffed the DVD and a pair of stockings inside, hoping that you could retrieve them later.

Hearing the door being pushed open behind you as you shut the drawer and leapt towards the mouse to close the browser, you heard her then say, "Tim...?" sounding slightly puzzled as she did, "What...? What are you doing?"

"Uhm, nuh-nothing," you stuttered, spinning round to see her standing there in the doorway, looking first at you, then over your shoulder to the computer behind. Her expression changing from one of confusion to one of both shock and disappointment.

"Timothy Christopher Connors!" she yelled, using your full name (which always meant trouble), "What on earth do you think you're doing?!" Even though she no longer wore your mother's familiar face, and even though you were far more used to this particular body shrieking and squealing in ecstasy rather than anger, witnessing Amber...or Stephanie (or whatever you wanted to call her) scolding you with the exact same furor was equally as intimidating (if not more so), and you felt yourself physically quaking as this gorgeous, busty brunette shot daggers at you with her electric blue eyes. "You've no right snooping around on my computer!" she continued, pushing her way past you and grabbing for the mouse, looking at exactly what you'd been doing. "Just because this is a new house and I'm in a different body, doesn't mean you can just do whatever the hell you like! I brought you up better than that!"

"I'm sorry, mom. I didn't mean to," you told her, trying to explain yourself as she then shut the computer down, "I just uh, I just kind of nudged the mouse and it came on."

"Oh it just came on did it? And by some strange coincidence it just so happened to open on my Internet history?"

"No, but..."

"But nothing! Whats on that computer is private. You have no right!"

Though what she was saying was true and you felt like a total creep for hurting your mother and possibly even losing some of her trust, you were still eager to find out what exactly she was doing with all that stuff, and against all better judgment nervously asked, "But what I saw...All those pictures and videos and stuff...Why...why where you...?"

Before you could finish the question you were once again interrupted by yet another voice, this time belonging to your extremely anxious sounding sister, as she shouted from outside, "What are you guys doing in there? Are we eating or what?"

Though perhaps not the best timing, Tabitha's hungry stomach did somehow manage to dissipate the tension in the room slightly; your mother's anger subsiding as she let out a long, deep sigh. "Now's not really the best time to discuss this," she told you, a lot more calmly now, "We'll talk about it later." Ushering you then out of the study, she said, with a smile, "Come on, lets not keep your sister or those burgers waiting. We're supposed to be having a nice, fun, family barbecue, remember?" shutting the door behind her.

And with that your mom then led you back through the house and out into the backyard, with neither of you saying anymore about it for the moment as you rejoined your sister at the table by the pool and began tucking into your lunch.