Date: Tue, 16 Feb 2021 20:38:11 +0000
From: Michele Nylons <michelenylons@msn.com>
Subject: Bisexual Incest Story - Son You Know We Shouldn't - Chapter 3

Son You Know We Shouldn't -- Part 3
By
Michele Nylons

It was early evening and David Cashmore lay on his back on his mother's
queen-sized bed, his mother, still fully clothed, straddled his naked
body.  She was performing fellatio on her son, slowly sliding her tongue
along his shaft and then lapping at his pink glans sucking the drops of
pre-seminal fluid as they seeped from the eye of his cock.

She was in no hurry to bring her son to orgasm and she was enjoying
teasing him this way making him plead for release.  She hadn't decided
yet if she was going to fuck him or bring him off in her mouth, she was
enjoying being astride her sixteen-year-old boy, head-to-toe, his head
buried under her skirt, his tongue lazily flicking over her soaking wet
panties tracing the outline of her labia through the translucent nylon.

Neither of them were in rush, they had all night to explore each other.
 David had lain in wait for his mother to come home from work nursing a
painful erection but resisting the temptation to masturbate.  As soon as
his mother entered her bedroom David had thrown her on the bed and began
to kiss and fondle her.  She laughed and pretended to fight him off but
she had been half-expecting him to do something like this.  They hadn't
had sex for a couple of days at her insistence because Michele
Cashmore's sister had come to visit and she didn't want her sister to
get even the slightest hint of what she and her son were up to.

A couple of times during the visit David had openly flirted with his
mother when his Aunt was in another room and one time he had even slid
his hand under her skirt and pawed at her sex.

"David!  Stop it!  You want me to go to jail?" Michele hissed at her
son.

"I told you when we started this thing David; it would only work if we
maintain total secrecy!  No one must ever suspect!"

Subdued and a little dejected David had behaved himself for the rest of
his Auntie's visit.  He had spent a lot of time locked in his bedroom
masturbating into his mother's panties whilst looking at the secret
videos he had taken of them having sex together.  If his mother found out
she would be justifiably furious but he was intelligent enough to know
that he could never show the videos to anyone else.  Besides, he would
never do that.  Ever since he and his mom began fucking each other three
months ago he had become very jealous of her.

He hated watching other men ogle his mother and he hated it even more
when they tried to chat her up.  At forty-eight Michele Cashmore was
still an attractive woman with a buxom figure, great legs, and nice
breasts.

And so the afternoon his Aunty left David had stripped naked and hid in
his mother's wardrobe waiting for her to come home from work and he
leapt on her as soon as she came through the door.  Michele struggled
with her son but she knew that he would want to take her while she was
fully clothed.  Her son loved to fuck her in her business suits and even
when they slept together he insisted that she wear a bustiere or a corset
or at least a garter belt and stockings.  Her lingerie bills had gone
through the roof since she started fucking her son!

She had managed to take off her suit coat but that is as far as she had
been able to get undressed before her son had forced his head under her
skirt and begun to slaver at her cunt.  She was as sexually frustrated as
he was and as soon as his wet tongue slid across her moist sex she had
melted and stopped fighting him.

Michele had rolled her son over and straddled him in the classic
sixty-nine position.

"If you rip my skirt or ladder my stockings David you'll get a good
hiding!" she whined, exasperated by her son's impatience.

"Oh yes please Mommy," David chuckled, his muffled voice came from
under her skirt.

"Of shut up and lick me," Michele sighed, and lowered her face to her
son's throbbing cock.

Michele gently ran her fingertips along David's shaft admiring the
contrast her ruby-red fingernails made against the pale skin of her
son's penis; the blue veins throbbed under the translucent flesh of his
shaft.   She loved David's cock.  It was long, thick and proud.  It was
almost arrogant when erect and delicate and demure when flaccid, which
she had to say was not very often. At eighteen her son was at the peak of
virility.  Michele had never thought of penises as having personalities
before, not that she had seen that many, but ever since she had started
shagging David she had come to the conclusion that her son's dick had a
certain quality and character.

That was another thing.  She had never used words like cock, dick, cunt,
tits, fuck, or shag before she started her incestuous tryst with her son.
 Now, when she was randy which she seemed to be all the time recently,
she liked to use those naughty words.

"Ooooooohhhhh!"

David had pulled aside the gusset of his mother's panties and his tongue
was now lapping at her engorged clitoris.  Michele lowered her mouth over
David's trembling phallus and began to suck.

She would bring him to climax in her mouth, they could fuck later!

"Mom are you home?  Are you upstairs?" a voice called from the stairway
preceding the sound of heels climbing the treads.

"Fuck!!!" Michele spat out her son's cock just as he started to
climax.

His semen spattered against her face and neck and gobs of it clung to her
mauve satin blouse.

Michele scrambled off her son and got to her feet in a panic, David was
completing the job his mother had started using his hand.

"Get up you fucking lunatic!  That's your fucking sister!" Michele
hissed scampering for the door.

"Jennifer!  I'm just taking a shower!  Make yourself a cup of tea and
I'll be down in a minute!" Michele called out through the bedroom door.

As soon as she heard her daughter's footfalls descending the staircase
she turned to her son.

"David!  Go to your room quickly!  Don't come down for about half an
hour or so ok?"

"What the fuck does she want?" David whined.

"David! Go to your room now!"

Michele didn't have time to deal with a petulant schoolboy.  She had
nearly been caught flagrante delicto with her son and her heart was
racing.  She pulled off her high-heels and kicked them towards the closet
and hastily began to strip.  David sat on the bed amused at his mother's
turmoil and when she shucked out of her panties David grabbed them off
the bed.

"Souvenir!" he laughed.

"Get the fuck out of here you silly boy before we get caught!"  Michele
hissed and slapped David on the buttocks.

It was a little bit more than a playful slap and David realised that his
mother was really angry.  He went over to the door and opened it slightly
and seeing the coast was clear he silently padded down the hall to his
bedroom.  He put his mother's panties in the drawer with the others he
had commandeered and selected the crustiest pair out of his collection
and took them with him to the bathroom.  He tossed them into the laundry
basket and climbed into the shower.

 David kept a small collection of his mother's panties in the drawer as
masturbatory aids.  When he collected a new pair he would return the
oldest pair to the laundry basket so that his mother could have them
back.  His mother knew of this arrangement and did not object and she
also gave him her laddered pantyhose and stockings, often spraying them
with her perfume and hiding them under his pillow as a special treat.

Michele lathered herself in the shower and wondered how Jennifer had come
so close to catching her with David and then she remembered that Jennifer
had still had a key to the front door.

"Who keeps a fucking key that long?" she said to herself.

Her fingers found the folds of her sex and she quickly finished the task
her son had started; an orgasm wracked her body and she fell gasping
against the glass wall of the shower.

Fifteen minutes later Michele threw her soiled blouse and skirt into the
laundry basket and went downstairs.  She was dressed in a beige skirt,
white satin blouse, tan low-heels and taupe pantyhose.  Although she wore
a brassiere she had forgone panties because her pantyhose had a
control-top.  She had thrown on a little makeup and lipstick and her hair
was still wet and she was flushed.

Michele's thirty-two year old daughter Jennifer sat sobbing on the
couch, a cup of coffee, untouched and cooling on the coffee table in
front of her.

Michele sat beside her daughter and put her arm around her.

"I've finally left the bastard mom!  I can't stand him any more!" she
sobbed.

Michele was well aware of her daughter's marital problems but when she
had tried to offer her daughter advice Jennifer told her in no uncertain
terms to butt out.  She had watched her daughter's descent into misery
unable to help.  These last few months Michele felt even guiltier because
she and her son were so happy together.

"I've come home Mom," Jennifer announced wiping her tears and forcing
a smile.

"I've come back to live with someone who loves me," she smiled wanly
at her mother.

"Well Jennifer....................I don't know..................there's me and
David and the house isn't that big......." Michele stuttered, astonished
at her daughter's proposal.

"It's ok Mom! I've got it all worked out!" her daughter was now
positively beaming, smiling through her tears.

"I've already got a job temping in the city.  It pays well and I only
want to stay here long enough to save enough money to get my own flat
ok?"

"Well I guess so but what happened to the money you and Paul had
saved?" Michele responded.

Jennifer started sobbing again; her mascara ran down her cheeks in
rivulets.

"The bastard gambled away the lot!  What he didn't gamble he spent on
booze and drugs!"

"You know the arsehole even wanted me to prostitute myself!"

"He said I did nothing but sit around the house and that as I couldn't
even give him children I might as well put my cunt to good use!"
 Jennifer began to sob uncontrollably and Michele took her daughter in
her arms to comfort her.

"Shh.........Shh.......everything will be alright," she said soothingly
stroking her Jennifer's hair.

But it wouldn't be alright would it?  Michele couldn't believe that
even as she consoled her daughter she was thinking about how her staying
here would ruin her sex life.

Jennifer eventually stopped sobbing and Michele bought her some tissues
and went into the kitchen to make them a fresh cup of coffee. Jennifer
wiped her face and pulled out her cosmetics case.  Jennifer had her
mother's dress sense and style.  She fixed her mascara and eyeliner and
applied a coat of plum-red lipstick; she brushed her hair and sprayed
fresh perfume on her neck.

David padded down the stairs and came into the lounge seeing his older
sister sitting on the couch when his mom called out from the kitchen.

"Do you want a cup of coffee David, I made a fresh pot?"

"Yes please mom. Hi Jen," David said to his sister.

"Hello David," she replied closing her legs and pulling at the hem of
her skirt.

She was wearing a red leather miniskirt, black pantyhose, and white
high-heels and she could see her legs had attracted her brother's
attention.  She had been sitting quite unladylike with her legs open and
her skirt hiked up while she talked with her mother.

Jennifer, who was fourteen years older than her brother, felt she was
more like his aunt than his sister because of the age gap.  They didn't
see each other that often but as her brother had grown up she had noticed
his fascination with older women.  She was aware that David had a
penchant for mature women and particularly liked to look at their legs
and up their skirts if he could.

One time she had taken him down to the shopping centre and she left him
on his own while she went to the ladies and when she returned she found
him staring through the pane-glass window of a shoe store where a mature
woman was trying on different pairs of high-heels.  Whenever the woman
bent down to try on a new pair, her skirt opened up and revealed her
pantyhosed thighs and her white nylon panties.  Jennifer was about to say
something when she noticed that David's hand was surreptitiously
stroking the bulge in the front of his jeans.

A curious feeling flushed through her body and she turned away and called
his out name when she was far enough away for him not to be suspicious
that she had seen him.  Later that day she had found him waiting at
bottom of the escalator and when the lady from the shoe shop stepped onto
it he got on behind her and spent the ride looking up her skirt all the
way to the top floor.

Jennifer was going to say something when they got home but she decided
against it as it wasn't up to her to discipline her brother and besides
it was probably just teenage hormones.  She did become very suspicious of
him when she found semen stains in a pair of her soiled panties after her
mother had bought David around for a visit.  Also she was sure that she
had left a pair of her best sheer stockings hanging up to dry in the
bathroom and they were missing.

She was going to confront her brother this time but she was too
embarrassed; besides it could just as easy be her sleazy husband Paul.
 He had once insisted on shagging her on the deserted top deck of a
double-decker bus.  He was drunk of course and she had struggled
vehemently with him but in the end he had bent her over the back of the
seat in front of them and taken her from behind.  He hadn't even removed
her panties; just ripped open her pantyhose and put his cock under the
leg-hole of her panties and pushed himself inside her and spent himself
after about three thrusts.

She had felt used and degraded but she became enraged when they got home
and he ripped off her panties and shoved them in his pocket.

"I'll have to show the boys at work otherwise they won't believe me
will they?" he smirked.

"Besides they'll come in handy when I want a wank."

Jennifer hated her husband by this time but there was far worse to come.

David looked appreciatively at his sister's legs and then went into the
kitchen.

"What's she doing here?" he mouthed wordlessly at his mother.

"She's come to stay," Michele whispered back.

"Coffee's nearly ready Jen!" Michele shouted through the kitchen door
and turned around and reached up to get the sugar off the shelf.

"What about us? What about this?"

David replied and quickly strode over to his mother.  He put his hand
firmly around her waist and held her still while he thrust his other hand
under her skirt and slid a finger inside her slit pushing the silky nylon
of her control-top pantyhose inside her.  He jammed his thumb against her
sphincter and ground it against her anal bud.

"Oooohhhh!" Michele moaned.

Michele couldn't control her body's response and she moistened
immediately.  But she was well aware of the danger David was putting them
in with his sister in the next room.  She drove her heel into his foot
and David released his mother but stayed pressed against her.  She spun
around and put her lips next his ear.

"You'll get us caught and then we'll both be fucked," Michele
whispered into her son's ear.

Her breath!  Her proximity!  Her perfume!  David was instantly erect.

Michele patted the bulge at the front of her son's jeans and kissed the
side of his mouth.

"We'll work something out," she whispered and pushed him away.

"Oh Jen, sorry I didn't notice you standing there," Michele said
surprised to see her daughter standing in the doorway.

David moved away from his mother and leaned on the back of a kitchen
chair.  Jennifer thought she caught sight of an erection in her
brother's jeans but she couldn't be sure.

"I thought I'd give you a hand to bring in the coffee," she said.

Her brother and her mother were both blushing.  Just what had they been
doing?  Were they talking about her?  Were they discussing her failed
marriage and saying "I told you so" behind her back?  They had been
standing very close to each other so maybe they had been saying things
they didn't want her to hear.

Then it hit her like a ton of bricks!  Her brother did have an erection
and it looked like her mother's lipstick on the side of his mouth.  Oh
God no! Surely Not!  She must be imagining these awful things because she
was so upset.

"Now that's a coincidence," Jennifer said a little maliciously.

"You both have wet hair.  You were both having a shower when I
arrived?" she said almost accusingly.

"In the early evening and not just before you go to bed like usual?"
She went on.

"David has been giving me hand working in the garden and we came in just
as it got dark so of course we had a shower you silly girl."

"Now let's see to this coffee," Michele said putting the matter to
rest.

"See what I mean," Michele turned and mouthed silently to her son as
she followed her daughter into the lounge.

David helped Jennifer unload her little car and carry her meagre
belongings up to the third bedroom.  He was sulky because he didn't want
his sister staying here.  He and his mother had a great thing going and
now his older sister was going to fuck it up!

Jennifer unpacked her belongings and went to use the toilet.  She shucked
down her pantyhose and panties and sat on the toilet and peed.  She wiped
herself and pulled up her underwear, smoothing her pantyhose over her
panties. She washed her hands and then something caught her attention.
 It was the laundry basket.  Jennifer looked inside it and on the top was
her mother's mauve satin blouse and under it her skirt.  She rummaged
around but she couldn't find any gardening clothes.  It was very
suspicious.

"Yuck!" she yanked her hand out of the basket.

She had touched something slimy in there.  She looked at her fingers and
saw that they were covered with a clear sticky substance.  She bought her
fingers to her nose and sniffed.

"Oh my god!"

The unmistakeable smell of semen assaulted her nose.  She wiped her hand
and carefully pulled her mothers blouse out of the hamper.  The front of
the blouse had three distinct wet stains, one of which was undeniably a
wad of semen.  Had her brother been wanking into the laundry hamper?  She
wouldn't put it past the little pervert.  There was something strange
going on in this house and she was going to get to the bottom of it!

A month later the Cashmore house had settled into a routine.  Michele
went to work in the city and Jennifer phoned the temp agency every Monday
to find out where she would be temping that week as a secretary or office
assistant.  When he wasn't at school David moped around the house and
made no effort to hide his dissatisfaction with the current arrangement.
 He and his mother were careful not give away any hint of their sexual
relationship while Jennifer was around.

As promised his mother had worked something out.  Every Saturday she
would take David `shopping'.  In fact they checked into a motel and
fucked each other senseless all afternoon.  It was not the best of
arrangements but it would have to do until Jennifer left.  David was
still horny all the time and having two attractive mature women in the
house, both of whom were usually dressed in business suits or skirts,
hose, and heels and who wore heavy makeup and perfume made the situation
even more frustrating.

One evening Michele and her daughter were both sitting on the couch
talking.  They had just come home from work and both of them were still
dressed in their office attire.  They had both kicked off their
high-heels and Michele began to absentmindedly rub her feet against her
daughters as they chatted.  David noticed of course.  He was getting very
aroused watching these two fell-dressed mature women playing footsy with
each other.  The smell of their feet and perfume wafted up to his nose
and the hiss and rustle of their nylons rubbing together sounded very
sensual.

Michele became aware of the effect that her absentminded foot play was
having on her son and she deliberately began to stroke her daughter's
feet and calves with her toes.  Jennifer found it quite comforting and
she appreciated her mother's diminutive display of motherly love.
 Michele briefly but deliberately looked at her son and gave him a sly
wink and David nearly came in his pants.  He raced upstairs and switched
on his computer and masturbated while he watched a video of him and his
mother fucking on her bed.

And so it came to be one Saturday when Michele and David were out
`shopping' one afternoon that Jennifer's curiosity got the better of
her.

She tentatively entered her brother's bedroom.  It smelled of boy.
 Football socks, dirty underwear and a pair of dirty jeans were tossed on
the unmade bed.  The wardrobe door was half-open as were the dresser
drawers and the room was cluttered with magazines and empty soft drink
cans and chip packets scattered on the desk.  Posters were tacked here
and there on the walls.  Surprisingly given that her brother was only
eighteen they were not the sort of posters one might have expected such
as girl groups and heavy metal rock bands.  They were mainly pictures of
older celebrities.  There was Dolly Parton, Tina Turner, Kylie Minogue,
Gwen Steffani and Christina Aguilera all showing a lot of leg in their
short skirts and heels.

Jennifer went over to David's desk and sat down.  She opened a drawer.
 She found chewing gum, old magazines and brick-a-brack.  She opened
another drawer.  Bingo!  It was stuffed with panties, nylon stockings and
pantyhose.  She could see the come stains on the underwear and the smell
of stale semen was very strong.  She giggled.

"You naughty boy David," she whispered.

She was not too surprised because she knew that teenage boys often
developed panty fetishes and she was well aware that David had a fixation
for women's legs so the collection of panties and nylons made sense.
 She closed the drawer without disturbing anything.  She hadn't
recognised any of the panties as hers so they were obviously her
mother's.  She smiled wickedly.  She wondered if her mother was curious
as to where her panties were disappearing to.

She turned on the computer, it was in hibernate mode and the screen came
up straight away.  Being a secretary Jennifer was computer savvy and she
searched the drives and folders looking for anything naughty.  She found
nothing, only boring school assignments and games.  His internet browsing
history had been deleted as was his recently used file lists for most of
the programs, a sure sign that her brother had something on his PC that
he didn't want others to see.  She opened his My Document folder and
selected `show hidden files and folders' on the tools menu.

Bingo again!  A shaded folder appeared on the screen labelled: MILF.  She
opened the folder and found a collection of video files.  She played a
few of them.  They were all movies of attractive mature women having sex
with young men. The women in the videos were in various stages of
undress.  Very few were naked and most of them were fully clothed or
dressed in lingerie and heels.

Jennifer didn't really like pornography but there was something about
the young men fucking these attractive older well-dressed women that made
her a little hot.  She guiltily looked over her shoulder and quickly slid
a hand inside her panties; she parted her labia and was not surprised to
find that she was moist down there.  She gave herself a quick stroke and
shuddered then pulled her hand from under her skirt.

"Not now Jennifer you naughty girl, we've got work to do," she giggled
to herself.

There was another folder inside the MILF folder, it was labelled MOM.

"Mmmm I wonder what this could be?" she sighed.

When she bought up the first video stream she was shocked.  Her mother
lay naked on her bed with her back arched as she lifted herself up on her
ankles and thrusted a vibrator in and out of her vagina.  Every few
seconds she took the vibrator out of herself rubbed it on her clitoris.
 She watched her mother climax and then lie panting on the bed for a
minute before she put the vibrator into the top drawer of her bedside
table.  Jennifer closed the file, her face pale, her hands trembling.

"My God David, what have you done?" she whispered to the empty room.

Was her brother secretly filming their mother?  Surely her mother wasn't
aware that she was being filmed; at least it didn't appear that way in
the video.

She double clicked another file and she was certain that her heart
skipped a beat when she saw the contents.  She couldn't breathe and she
nearly blacked out.  Yet she couldn't take her eyes off the screen.  It
was fascinating.

Her mother lay on the bed dressed in a red satin basque, fully-fashioned
black silk stockings and black high-heeled pumps.  She was wearing heavy
makeup and gold jewellery.  Her legs were spread wide and her back was
arched and her face was contorted in ecstasy.   She held David's face in
her hands while he performed cunnilingus on her.

The video had been spliced and suddenly the scene changed.  David was
between his mother's legs plowing into her with long slow strokes.  Her
mother's legs were wrapped around her son's back and her heels raked
his flanks urging him on as they kissed each other passionately.
 Although there was no sound Jennifer could tell when they climaxed
because her mother drummed her heels on David's back and her red
fingernails ploughed red furrows in his flesh.  David pounded in and out
of his mother emptying his seed into her.  The clip concluded with them
kissing and petting each other like lovers.

Jennifer was dumbfounded but she had to admit she was also a little
aroused; her panties clung to her sex.

"Jesus!  What are you two to doing?  Are you both crazy?" she said to
the empty room her head spinning.

She opened up the remaining files.  They were a litany of lust and
depravity: cunnilingus, fellatio, masturbation and intercourse.  She
noticed that in most of the videos her mother was dressed in lingerie,
hose and heels, in fact in some of them she hardly took off her clothes.
 David seemed to like fucking his mother in various states of undress but
hardly ever naked.  In one clip her mother masturbated him with her
stockinged feet and he ejaculated over her soles and toes.

Jennifer closed the files and removed any evidence that she had logged
into the computer.  She sat in the chair thinking and then it dawned on
her.  The camera!  The camera had to hidden in her mother's bedroom!
 She stood up and strode away form the desk.

Jennifer stood in her mother's bedroom and stared at the bed.

"This is where he fucks her," she said to herself.

It took no time at all to find the camera David had hidden between the
blankets stacked on the top of the wardrobe.  She stood on a chair and
removed it.  It was about the same shape and size as a tube of lipstick
and had a small wire aerial on the back.  There was also a small LED on
the back, it glowed a dull red indicating the camera was switched off.
 David must somehow activate it remotely she reasoned.

She carefully replaced the camera and made her way over to her mother's
bed.  She sat down on the bed her head spinning.  Just what the hell was
going on this house?  Her eyes suddenly locked on the drawer of the
bedside table.  She slowly opened the drawer and reached inside.  Her
hand explored the contents of the drawer, mainly lingerie and nylons and
then her fingers closed on a cold hard plastic cylinder.  It was her
mother's vibrator.

Jennifer examined the cylindrical object critically, she had never used
one but she had heard about them and seen them advertised.  It was
silver, shiny and smooth with a tapered tip.  She flicked the switch and
was quite surprised at how intensely it vibrated in her hand.  She bought
it to her face and lightly ran it over her cheek.  Could she smell a
scintilla of her mother's vaginal juices?  She put it on her leg and
rubbed it on her thigh and it was quite sensual.

The images of her mother masturbating with this very object and of her
fucking David on this very bed came flooding back.  She slid the vibrator
slowly up her thigh and under her skirt and in the crease at the top of
her leg.  She shivered and felt herself become wet again.  She rubbed the
vibrator up and down her legs  It hissed against her nylon pantyhose.

Jennifer looked at her watch; mom and David wouldn't back for at least
an hour.  She lay back on her mother's bed and rubbed the vibrator up
and down her thighs slowly building up her sexual fervour.  When she
could stand the suspense no longer she flicked up her dress fully
exposing her lower body.  She ran the vibrator lightly over her sex still
covered by her hose and panties.  The vibrations were highly arousing and
she couldn't help but push the object hard against her labia, pressing
the material of her panties and hose into her pubis.

This was too frustrating.  She put the vibrator down and hooked her
thumbs into the sides of her panties and pantyhose and yanked them down
her thighs and then she snatched up the vibrator and jammed it against
her cunt.

"Ooooohhhh!"

Now she knew why some of her girlfriends insisted that vibrators were
better than men.  She parted her labia and probed her vagina with the
hard plastic tool and then she put the tip against her clitoris and waves
of sexual delight washed over her body.

"Oooooh yessssss!" she hissed.

She pushed the vibrator inside her and fucked herself with long slow
strokes while she fingered her clitty with her free hand for a few
minutes until she felt her orgasm approaching.  Then she removed the
vibrator from her vagina and pushed against her clitoris.

She came.  Her whole body shuddered and her feet drummed on the bed.  She
moaned and writhed as her clitoris resonated with surges of intense
pleasure.  Her orgasm seemed to go forever and then it slowly subsided.

"Oh my god that was intense!" she sighed pulling up her pantyhose and
panties.

She stood up and adjusted her underwear and smoothed out her skirt.  She
was feeling guilty now and anxious to get out of her mother's bedroom.
 She took the vibrator into the ensuite and carefully washed it but she
couldn't help having a quick sniff before she did so.  It reeked of her
vaginal juices.

She carefully replaced the vibrator in the drawer and straightened out
the bedding on her mother's bed.  She looked around a final time to make
sure that she left the room was exactly as she found it.  She switched
off the light and closed the door.

In the dark deserted bedroom between the blankets stacked on the top of
Michele Cashmore's wardrobe the small lens of the camera was barely
visible.  The tiny LED on the back of camera glowed green.

To be continued.


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