My fingers worked their way through the forest of her pubic hair until they came to the outer lips of her pussy. Then my fingers were past those lips ...and rubbing at the warm inner recess of her slit, her juices wetting my fingers as they passed over the oozing hole of her pussy.Next thing I knew my mother was falling backwards, her hands pulling me down with her, I landed on my knees before her wide-spread legs. Reaching up she began to pull at me, her hands demanding as she tugged me over her. "Of course I remembered. It had been about a year and a half earlier. He was the eighteen year old punk who came into my store with a prescription for oxy, obviously forged on a doctor's stolen prescription pad. A quick phone call to 911 and he was soon led from the store, his hands newly adorned with shiny cuffs."Why are you thanking me, Mrs. O'Connor?" Because," she said, and then began to cry like a baby, "because the arrest scared the hell out of him. He's been clean and sober for eighteen. Only by accepting yourselves and all that you are, can you move on.“Choose now! Death or the chance to rise again.”Phoenix Rising took the gaming industry by storm. When a group of AIs said they were bored and wanted to use excess capacity to create an online game, they were met with ridicule. What did a medical records AI, a power plant controller, and a research assistant know about gaming? And when the water treatment plant controller joined, the jokes just wouldn’t stop.Then the beta came. She explained how she felt better and less lonely when she browsed sites on the internet and how she chatted to other lonely people in the same position as herself and how that was how it all started. I told her I understood what she was saying and admitted to her that I spent a lot of time exploring porn on the internet also. She asked if that was her fault for been a bad mother and not setting a good example, I assured her that it wasn’t and that I hadn’t known about her internet passtime.