I was sitting at my computer writing up a story sent to me by a reader, I've being getting a few of late, more would be nice. Anyhow there I was when the front door bell went. Shit the last thing I needed tonight was company, I thought.
A continuation of "Abbe Grows Up", written by her cousin Jackye. Nice stroking fun until a couple of close calls convinces the family to start acting like grown-ups.
All rooms were fitted with linked smoke and IR motions sensors and I had some key positions fitted with built in CCTV cameras, all wired back to Dad's old ground floor study, now of course mine. I didn't plan it at the time but these cameras were great for spying on my two sisters. Both my sister's rooms had cameras built inside the IR motion detectors that would only turned on when there was movement.
A submissive mother has a problem with her dominant son and recounts how she became her son's slave and wonders if she can complete her transformation.
I stared straight out of the front windscreen but I could see her hand move over her hair in a nervous way. Inside, I smiled for I've been having that effect on women since I turned fourteen.