Poor Mom. You caught her sneaking back in the house in the middle of the night. She sits and talks with you for a bit admitting that your father was supposed to have taken me out but decided to pass out upstairs in bed instead. You make a remark about how I am dressed and I am suddenly reminded that you do notice me more than he does. I flirt a tiny bit and decide it would be wiser to head to bed so I kiss you and walk out. And just as you are settled in your bed Mom comes stumbling in - changing her mind about going to bed. I confront you about your computer history and that you had found a Fan Club account of mine. I had also noticed that you are looking at older women like myself - that you are attracted to women like your mother. I make you admit that you want me and that you have fantasized about me. Well tonight is your lucky night because I'm in a mood and a good fuck should put things right.