She spent a great deal of time outside of the changing rooms, but that left me a lot of time to think. To think about Serenity, my beautiful little si...ster, and our relationship that we hide from society. Of course, the society we live in is as drunk as our mother, so we don't have to fear much. --- Today was my birthday. Lucky for me, it landed on a Friday, and Mom wasn't home; she's probably passed out in an alleyway somewhere. But that's about the only gift that I'd be happy about. An A+ on. When I came out the music had been changed, DanyAnne had plugged into my PC and was playing her lists. Definitely more upbeat than my tunes. The two of them were up, side by side in front of my fireplace popping, twerking, jerking. It looked like they were both getting fucked by an invisible octopus but I realized it was probably some new dance fad. That scene was hot: mom and daughter shaking and bouncing, asses out, swinging pendulums of warm fuckability. Did they know what they were doing to. "Can I have a little privacy, here?" she laughed and shooed me into the bathroom. "Get the water ready, young man!"I dragged my eyes away and soon the steam was rolling from the shower stall. I waited in the rising steam, writing my name on the glass over and over until the door opened and the lower half of my mom appeared.The triangle of hair was dark and curly and I could see the split between her legs through the soft curls.This was the ritual when we were going to an opera or another event. So there I was, locked up for months, enjoying and hating the torturous services of my online Mistress when it all happened. It was late at night, I was dressed up in black pantyhose, a mini leather skirt, black tank top, red and grey mid-drift sweater, and my tall black boots. I couldn't help but feel sexy. I had been looking at online porn and enjoying a few drinks when I suddenly had an urge to smoke.The decision to smoke caused everything else to follow. I really didn't want to change out.