Justthe way I've always dreamt of being.I watched Mummy take the beautiful satin scarf between her fingers. To letit fall freely open. Holding it by t...he centre, to let it flitter freelybetween her thumb and forefingers. Waving it gently before me in such afeminine manner. Putting me in a spellbound state by its shimmeringbeauty. "Isn't it an exquisitely delicate scarf my darling?" she asked whilefluttering it seductively before my face. Teasing me by letting it touchmy nose, my cheeks, like. She would continue this unless she learned. I was intent on teaching her. I crouched downward, legs spread very malleably, as if she were doing the splits, she looked downward past the caverns of her chest which Dave was now manhandling, pulling and tugging every which way, separating them to the extremes of each side, giving her cleavage just that much more emphasis and allowing her to clearly see that I was investigating her cunnie which was forcefully spread by her legs position. With a. "Bet that makes you horny." I'm always horny," I said."Have to admit, I am horny as hell right now," she said."Are you saying that you want me to fuck you," I demanded."Not until I finish this floor. I was hoping to get too tired but I keep thinking of you two fucking on my clean floor, or in this chair, or in your bed, or even in my bed. I would love to be a fly on the wall and watch you." God mom, you keep talking and you won't get any more mopping done." I know," she said."We only have one. Some readers may be dying of curiosity, others may think they know who I’m talking about, but regardless the story continues and the point is made without putting a neon sign up advertising the name of various companies and people. If this sounds like the story for you then read on. Hopefully you’ll learn something. If not, well, I’m sorry I wasted your time. * *What Was Really Going On* My story began at 2:00pm one Friday afternoon. I sat on the floor of my studio apartment crying. Why was I.