CC - Trapped

Custom Curios: Trapped

"I never knew this place was here," Morgan said as Sean opened the door for her, then went in behind her. To be honest, he didn't know this store was here either. He didn't remember ever seeing it.

Sean looked at the sign, with the circular logo, over the register area. It was neon, lit up with the words 'Custom Curios'. The inside of the store was fairly dark, as if kept that way on purpose, with only about half the fluorescent lights lit up overhead.

"What are you looking for?" he asked her, glancing around at all the options.

"I don't know," she said, looking around to get her bearings. Rows of shelving units lined the floor and it was difficult to see any organization. "I figure I'll know what it is when I see it. My mom's kinda strange on what she likes. So I always get her something quirky."

Sean picked up a VHS tape from the bin in front of them. It was an action flick from the 80s. "Well, looks like there's a lot of quirky items in here.

"Can I help you find something?" a kind, motherly looking woman asked as she exited the shelves. She was a little short and overweight, wearing an old-fashioned light blue dress with a white apron covering the front.

"I hope so," Morgan smiled. "I'm looking for a gift for my mom for her birthday. She likes quirky things so... we thought we'd check you out."

"Oh, nice! It's nice to have a birthday on Halloween! It's so special." The old woman seemed to know that today was her mom's birthday, rather than just thinking it was close.

"How did you know..." Morgan started to ask before the woman interrupted her.

"I'm so glad you came here," the old woman smiled, pivoting away from Morgan's question. She looked friendly enough, but there was something about her smile that sent a chill down Sean's spine. It didn't seem to affect Morgan that way, though.

"What kind of things does she like?" the woman asked, almost excited to learn more about her mom.

"She likes cooking..."

The woman nodded. "Mmhmm."

"And reading... she's kind of big into romance novels," Morgan said.

"Mmhmm." She nodded again, as if she already knew all this. It was almost like she was waiting for Morgan to tell her something in particular... something she wanted or even expected her to mention.

"Romance novels?" Sean laughed softly, looking at Morgan.

She smacked him on the arm, playfully. "Don't laugh. A lot of women read those."

"I have a whole section on them," the old woman said, pointing towards the back wall, where the shelving unit was full of books. "They are very popular."

"See?"

"Sorry... sorry," he giggled, putting his hands up in mock defeat.

"What else does she like, dear," the woman smiled.

"Well, she's really into watching movies, too," Morgan admitted. "Usually old ones... like the one's from the 80's and 90's."

"Ok... how does she watch them? On some modern streaming service or old tapes or DVDs?"

"Mostly DVDs or VHS tapes. She has a pretty big collection."

The woman smiled again, showing her white, perfect teeth. "I think I have just the thing for you. Follow me."

The old saleswoman walked down one of the dark aisles and they followed just a few steps behind her. The farther they walked, the darker it seemed to become, until the only real light came from a large projection television occupying a cleared space that opened in front of them. The enormous cabinet with a screen sat against the wall, its deep frame swallowing much of the dim space around it. On the screen, a movie played silently, filling the room with shifting colors of blue, gold, and red that flickered across the walls and over their faces.

Sean paused, instinctively slipping closer to his girlfriend as they watched. The projection TV's image seemed to glow from somewhere deep inside the machine. The picture had a soft, almost dreamlike quality, as if the scenes on the screen were being projected through layers of light and glass rather than simply displayed. The surface of seemed almost like liquid light. A faint electronic hum filled the room, and every movement in the film sent ripples of color dancing around them. For a moment, the room felt less like part of a store and more like a private theater hidden away from the rest of the world.

"A projection TV?" Morgan asked, sounding very surprised. "I haven't seen these in forever!"

"I got it in recently," the saleswoman smiled. "It's the only one I have."

The movie Top Gun was playing and both Morgan and Sean watched it for a moment. The video looked clear and the unit looked in perfect condition. But there was something about the movie that caught Sean's attention. It looked normal... except... the main character was a... a woman. He was shocked, and wondered at first if this was some kind of remake. But all the other characters seemed exactly the same as in the original, Goose and Iceman and Charlie. And everything that happened seemed exactly the same as the original movie.

He stepped closer to the screen, wondering what was going on. He'd seen this movie so many times, he practically knew every scene, every line by heart.

"How much are you asking for it?" Morgan asked.

"How about two-hundred?" the woman smiled. "It's a bit big to keep around here so I'm eager to let it go."

Morgan turned toward me, whispering. "What do you think?"

Sean seemed distracted and didn't seem to hear her.

"Hey Sean!" she said more loudly, breaking him away from watching the female lead passionately kiss his co-star as their romance heated up.

He turned. "What?"

"I asked what you thought. She wants two hundred for it."

Sean nodded. "It's definitely quirky. Kind of old technology, but seems in great condition."

"The unit is actually not that old," the woman said. "It has a special movie catalog online that it can access with just about every movie you could ever want. It'll probably have more movies available than your mom has now."

"Oh my gosh," Morgan said. Sean seemed to agree. That was pretty phenomenal.

"How does that work?"

"Well... let me show you," the woman said, going to the console. "The seller showed me... I don't know if I can remember or not." She looked at the buttons on the remote for a moment and then her eyes lit up. "Oh... I remember! It's this button."

She pressed the button with the red triangle on it and the screen suddenly changed to a menu of movie options.

"What movie do you want to look for?" she asked.

Morgan looked at her boyfriend. She wasn't very familiar with older movies at all. Not like he was at least. Sean loved old movies, too.

"I don't know... how about... Red Dawn," he said and Morgan looked back at the woman. "It's from the 80s." Sean was pretty sure Morgan had no idea what the movie was.

"Let me see," the sales woman said. She went to the search feature and started entering in the name of the movie as if it was second nature to her. A list of movies appeared with each letter she entered until only 'Red Dawn' was listed.

Sean nodded, pretty impressed. It seemed to be even better than what modern TVs could do on the streaming services. In a minute, after going through the opening images, the movie was playing on the screen.

"That seems pretty cool," Morgan said, obviously delighted by it. It looked like she'd be willing to pay even more than $200 for the system. "Do you take cards?"

The woman smiled, those white, perfect teeth showing again, sending another chill down Sean's spine. He was feeling dread from this woman and this purchase but he couldn't say why. On the surface, she was just a kindly old woman. It all seemed innocent enough. But there was something under the surface... something he just couldn't grasp.

"We certainly do," the saleswoman smiled. "If you can come back in an hour, I'll have it broken down for you, too, so you can fit it in your car."

Morgan seemed extremely happy. "That would be perfect!"

The woman led us up to the cash register where Morgan gave her a credit card. She rang up the sale and ran it through the machine, even gave Morgan a receipt to sign.

"One hour?" Morgan asked as she took her card and receipt.

"One hour," the woman smiled. "Then it'll be all yours. Your mom will just love it."

"I think she will, too."

"And, if you don't mind me saying... you both will just think it's the best thing ever, too." She smiled especially at Sean, her lips curling back a little too far. "With your love of movies... especially you."

"Us?" Morgan asked, a little shocked looking at Sean and back. She was hoping for more explanation, but the woman walked away, disappearing into the shelves, moving back to the TV unit to dismantle it.

"Did you hear that?" the woman said, joyously, as she walked into the dark shelves. "You've got a new home. I know, I know... they love you. Don't worry, you'll be perfect."

"What was that all about?" Sean asked, shaking his head.

"Got me," Morgan giggled softly.

"Can we... you know... go?" he asked, feeling uneasy. "I don't know what it is but this place kind of gives me the creeps."

"Sure! The ice-cream place is open just up the street," Morgan suggested. "It's sunny out, so we can just sit there for an hour and come back."

They walked out the doors, into the bright sunshine on this cool, fall day. The temperature was in the mid-to-upper sixties today, but felt warmer with the sun. Sean felt a wave of relief wash over him as soon as they stepped outside.

"Oh my gosh, that lady gave me the serious creeps."

"The saleswoman?" Morgan asked. "I thought she was sweet. She was definitely helpful. I never would have thought of a projection TV."

"It's just so... weird. It was like she wanted to sell you that all along."

"I can't wait to show it to my mom!" Morgan was giddy with excitement. She couldn't believe that she found the perfect gift already. "You'll help me set it up, right?"

"Yeah... of course."

"My mom comes home in a couple hours so we should have time to get it set up in the basement."

"Your mom's not home?" he asked, smiling. He was sure she could tell what he was thinking. With that grin, he certainly wasn't trying to hide anything.

"No... she's not home," Morgan smiled, as if accepting his challenge.

"I mean... if we're going to be alone and all... maybe we can...?"

"Sean, you are such a perv," she smiled, smacking him in the arm. But he knew from that smile that she was all for it, too.

*****

Packed away in three boxes, the unit wasn't too heavy or bulky and somehow was able to fit into the back of Morgan's little car. They carried it into the basement of her house. Morgan moved some stuff around to make room for the unit, then they went to work assembling it. It was surprisingly easy to set up. Sean couldn't believe how easy it was. It was probably the easiest set up he'd ever had, actually. In less than ten minutes they were powering it on and letting it go through it's initialization.

"We have to give it the WiFi password," Sean reminded her, "to give it access to the internet."

"Yeah...," Morgan said absently, looking for the remote control. "I'm not sure how we do that."

Sean looked around in the boxes, looking for the remote. He found it and pressed the button with the red triangle on it, the same one the saleswoman pressed and the unit came on, surprising him. He was in the front of the unit and the lights from the base shown through the screen lighting up the room with ripples of light, bathing them in their warm glow. The room almost looked as if were under water.

He saw that the screen now displayed an initialization menu, one option saying 'Network'. He selected that option and a menu displayed of several WiFi connections available, their names, strength, and an icon displaying if they were locked or open.

"It's the first one," Morgan mentioned and he selected it. She helped him type in the password and in a few seconds, they were connected to the internet.

Morgan started pulling the furniture, a couch and a recliner, into position, so that they faced the new, fifty seven inch, large-screen TV. Sean helped her put everything right where she wanted it and, finally finished, the fell onto the couch.

Sean grabbed the remote and selected that he wanted to watch a movie. "So... what do you want to watch?"

"You know I don't watch movies," Morgan said, curling her legs under herself and leaning against him. "Just pick something."

Curious to see if he could figure out what was going on, he typed 'Top Gun' and the selection came up.

"Come on," Morgan said. "I don't want to watch Top Gun, ok?"

"Ok... ok." In the search bar, Sean slowly typed 'XXX', and giggled.

"Sean..."

The screen was filled with rows of 20 movies, pictures with their names. The highly suggestive, sexual pictures left little to the imagination, but the titles really went overboard.

"How about 'Busty Coeds 15'?" Sean recommended.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Well... I suppose you're right. It would be bad coming into the story so late. We might have to watch the other fourteen first." He laughed.

"Uh huh," Morgan giggled.

"Oh... I see one," Sean said, sending the cursor around the screen, selecting just the one he wanted. He clicked it, and the picture expanded, filling the left side of the screen. On the right side, the movie's details were shown, including cast names, date of production, and an option to display movies like it.

"My Mom Made Me a Man?"

"It's a classic," Sean laughed. "We read the book in Junior High. If I'd only known they made a movie out of it, the book would've so much more rewarding.

Morgan punched him in the shoulder. "You're impossible. You know that?" She loved his easy-going sense of humor. And, as a constantly horny nineteen-year-old man, she should have expected this would be the movie he'd want to watch.

Without permission, he clicked the play button and the movie started. The first minute or so was quiet, displaying the opening credits and required legal notices. Then the screen showed a busty woman, sitting on the couch, wearing a white tank top that barely contained her breasts and jeans. She was idly scrolling through her phone.

"We're really going to watch this?" Morgan asked, holding his arm and leaning into Sean more comfortably. She curled her legs under herself as Sean got comfortable and wrapped his arm around her, hugging her.

"We are," he laughed.

Suddenly, in the movie, the front door slammed closed and without even looking up, the woman asked "Hey! How was your day?"

A young man, in the background, walked into the kitchen behind her with a backpack slung over his shoulder. "Leave me alone," he said brusquely.

The woman turned her head, surprised by his attitude. "What's wrong?"

The young man set his book bag down on the floor, hard. "I don't want to talk about it."

The woman got off the couch and walked into the kitchen where the young man was looking through the cupboards, obviously looking for something to snack on. "I'm your mom. You should be able to talk to me about anything."

"It's so fucking stupid," he said, frustrated. "I'm so fucking stupid."

She leaned against the island as he turned towards her. "I don't believe that at all. Tell me what happened."

"You're not going to laugh?" He seemed nervous, as if he was embarrassed.

"I promise I won't laugh."

He started pacing while she leaned back to listen. "So... I was hooking up with this girl. Right?" he started. "And she's really hot. I mean, really hot. And... fuck!" The story sounded good at first. The mom could obviously tell he really liked this girl. Then he turned frustrated again.

"It's ok," his mom said softly. "Really. Take your time."

"Well... we were finally getting things going, right?" he said. "And everything was really hot... and... I was finally starting to get her bra off... and... I lost control."

"Lost control?"

"Yeah... you know... in my pants. They were soaked."

The mom in the movie laughed a little, softly, and so did Morgan.

"Have you ever done that?" Morgan asked Sean, still giggling.

"No," Sean said, a little embarrassed. "At least not that badly."

"Uh huh," she laughed.

When they looked back at the movie, the onscreen action had moved to the living room as the mom followed behind her son.

"... so normal," the busty mom said. "It's... I bet she was super flattered, ok? It just shows how much you like her. Did she even say anything?"

The boy shook his head. "No. I was embarrassed and just told her I had to leave."

The mom, looking exasperated, grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him further into the living room. She led him to the couch and pushed him so that he sat down with a huff. She then first knelt, then sat at his feet.

"You know, honey, what if I give you some tips."

"You're my mom!" the boy exclaimed. But it sounded half-heated.

Morgan spoke up, nearly yelling at the movie. "Exactly! Don't hook up!"

"Hush," Sean complained. "It's just starting to get good."

The son nodded after hearing something his mom had said that Sean and Morgan both missed.

The mom smiled and looked away as if organizing her thoughts. "Ok."

"First of all, you actually did the exact right thing and that was you blew a load."

The boy put his hands over his face to hide his embarrassment.

The mom put her hands on his thighs. "I'm serious! Like... before you go on a date, you want to... you know... let it go. Before... you know... you get there. So you're a little more relaxed. And more calm. So... do that next time, ok?"

"I can't believe we're talking about this," the boy said.

"We can stop." The mom looked up at him, her face showing her desire to continue.

"No," he said softly, bringing his hands down from his face. "It's ok. I appreciate you helping me."

"Ok." She smiled, obviously thinking for a minute as if trying to figure out how to say what she wanted to say next. She put her hands on his knees. "You want me to show you some stuff?"

He nodded, slightly. "Yeah."

"Ok," she said, sounding determined. She nodded. "Ok. Alright. That's step one. Clear your mind. Clear you balls."

He shook his head at her words. He couldn't believe she was talking to him like that.

"Take your pants off."

He looked down at her as if she was crazy, but his hands moved to the front of his pants, to unfasten them.

"What?" she smiled, moving to her knees.

"Why?"

She smiled up at her son. "I mean... do you want more practical instead of theoretical advice?"

"I... yeah," he said as he started unfastening his pants. The mom sat up on her knees, watching him closely, watching his hands in anticipation of seeing his cock. Her breasts were practically falling out of her shirt.

She moaned softly when his cock was finally exposed and bobbed up into the air. "Oh... you have a magnificent cock," she said as she started stroking him. "You should never be afraid to whip this out."

"No?" he asked, shyly.

She smiled, lustfully, and shook her head. "Huh uh. It's so pretty." She slowly bent down and started sucking on him, making him gasp at the reality of it all.

"Annnnd, so it begins," Morgan giggled, sitting up. "A floozy mother sucking off her son. You know, I'm surprised you didn't play some lesbian movie... mom and daughter or something."

"Well, I know you don't like those," Sean admitted.

"You're right," she smiled, smacking him on the chest. "I really don't like watching two women having sex. So, while I'm happy that you at least tried to include something that might be exciting to me, it really just doesn't do it."

She slowly slid to her knees in front of the couch, moving between his spread knees. "I prefer... the real... thing. I should probably be down here. Let's get these down, shall we?"

She grabbed the front of Sean's jeans and unfastened them, then, with his help, pulled them down and off. He was only a little distracted by the movie, his attention no on what his girlfriend was going to do to him.

"Oh, it's not that I don't prefer the real thing," Sean smiled. "I just enjoy watching it, too."

Morgan giggled. "Uh huh. Then... maybe you should watch me instead." She grabbed and stroked his cock a few times. "You're hard... that's a good sign."

"I knew the movie would get you horny," Sean laughed, making himself comfortable.

Morgan stopped stroking him a moment and looked him right in the eyes. "Babe... it wasn't the movie. It was you."

"Glad to know I can be of service," he laughed.

"Oh, you'll be of service soon enough," she smiled, her hand sliding over him once more. "You'll be licking my pussy for a long time."

"Let's take this off... I think you'll like the view." Morgan pulled her shirt over her head and then reached behind herself to unfasten and remove her bra. Her B-cup breasts were now bare and beautiful.

Sean stared at them for a moment, loving the view.

Morgan held his cock up and kissed the head. "Mmm... you like when I kiss it?" Slowly she kissed and licked the up and down the side and around the sensitive head. "Mmm... move my tongue up and down."

"Ohhh!" Sean moaned as she sucked the head into her mouth, her eyes looking up at him, watching his reaction. He watched her intently, with the movie in the background. The sounds only amplified his excitement.

"I thought this might get your attention," she giggled as she gave him a slow blowjob. "Deeper and deeper." Her hand made longer strokes and her mouth went lower and lower on his shaft. "Then sliding it in... all the way..."

Suddenly she slid him all the way into her throat, her nose pushing into his pubes.

GULG GULG GULG

"Oh fuck that's so hot!" Sean moaned loudly. "Shit!"

She slid him out of her mouth for a moment and giggled. "You like that?"

"Oh my God, fuck yeah," Sean moaned again.

She giggled and then slid back down again. He could feel her tongue and swallowing driving him nuts.

GULG GULG GULG

"Damn! You're so fucking good at that!"

She pulled off him again and spit all her saliva onto her hand, using it to help stroke his cock a little faster. "Practicing on you will only makes it better." She started sucking on the head again, stroking underneath her mouth.

"You can practice on me any time you want!" Sean admitted.

"Oh, you have such a nice, big cock," she giggled softly. "And you get so hard for me. You must like my mouth."

The mom in the movie distracted him a second. She was crawling up onto his lap, guiding his cock into her pussy. Her eyes were half closed as the pleasure of his piercing pole splitting her pussy open. Then she started moaning as she bounced on his lap, her tits flopping.

"Oh! Oh my God!" the woman nearly screamed and it echoed all over the basement.

"Eyes on me dirty boy," Morgan commanded, noticing his eyes had wandered to the movie.

"Sorry... I was distracted," he admitted, smiling.

"Mmhmm," she moaned, sucking on his cock again. "Mmm... I want you to cum for me."

"Ok!" he said excitedly. He could feel his balls boiling already, the need for an orgasm rushing to the surface. All the sights and sounds stimulated him immensely. His girlfriend's hand was moving fast now, just the way he liked it.

"Are you gonna cum for me? Hmm?"

Sean moaned, his eyes half closed. It was happening faster than he'd like, but it was coming. "Yeah. Oh, babe. I'm cumming."

She bent down quickly and covered the top of his shaft with her mouth as her hand continued stroking him fast. Her tongue licked and pressed on the underside of the head, just where she knew he liked... just where she knew would make him blow.

"Unh! Unh! Unh!" he said as gush after gush of cum ejected into her mouth. She swallowed rapidly to keep up with it.

"Mmhmm... mmhmm... mmmmm," she moaned as she felt his cock spray, then felt it begin to ooze out onto her tongue." She swallowed one last time, then smacked her lips. "There it is... good boy!"

Morgan put her hands on his thighs and rose to her feet. She walked over and grabbed her shirt and bra.

"Ok," she said, sliding her bra on, fastening it. "We gotta get dressed and you gotta go. My mom's coming home soon."

"No fun," Sean sulked as he stood and started sliding his jeans up. As he dressed, the boy in the movie was on his knees, licking his mom's pussy. Her legs were pulled back straight and wide, showing an impressive amount of flexibility. Her eyes were closed and mouth open as she panted excitedly.

"Do you think we have time for...?"

"No!" Morgan laughed, watching Sean's attention directed at the TV again. "Stop watching the porn babe get fucked. Get dressed! We don't have much time."

He finished sliding his pants on as Morgan turned off the TV and they walked upstairs together. She opened the front door for him and he stopped and kissed her.

"I love you, you know," he said softly.

"I know," she giggled, and the two lovers kissed. "Call me later?"

"I will."

He turned and walked to his car, parked in the street, waved, and drove away.

That was the last time he saw her.

He tried calling her that night, but she never answered. Thinking that she went to bed early, he went to sleep himself.

*****

It was noon the next day when he called her again. Her mom answered after two rings.

"Hello? Sean?" she asked. She sounded scared and desperate.

"Yeah... What... what's wrong? Where's Morgan?" he asked, feeling very concerned about Morgan all of the sudden. Her mother never answered her phone.

"Sean? She's... she's gone Sean. She's gone Sean! ShewasjuststandingthereandIwassoupsetandshejustgotallofthislightall..." She was scared and hysterical. It was impossible to understand her.

"What do you mean she's gone?" he asked, trying to understand, but Morgan's mom was mumbling and crying. "Where'd she go?"

"Just... disappeared. So much... light. Just... gone..."

"Did you call the police?" he asked, thinking that maybe she left the house for some reason and never came home. It wouldn't make any sense for her to run away. He just talked to her. She sounded fine. She expected to see him.

He couldn't understand anything else she said. And he wouldn't. She was so distraught that no one could understand her. It was like she just... snapped.

Over the next few weeks, he found that she indeed had gone missing. The police got involved and all the evidence indicated that there was no foul play... that she simply dropped everything and left. Without even taking her car.

The last person to see her was her mother... and she was losing her mind.

They put her in the psych ward for a couple weeks and pumped her full of drugs to calm her down. Eventually, more calm, they released her but she wasn't the same.

During that time, Sean looked through Morgan's room and the rest of the house, trying to figure out what could have happened. But... there was nothing. It was like she just left... or was kidnapped.

He took the same path that they'd taken on her last day, going through the different shops, hoping to find some clue as to what she was thinking. Supposedly, she was looking to buy her mom a birthday present... but what if that was just a ruse... or maybe that's when some kidnapper started following them.

He finally ended up at Custom Curios and parked in the parking lot. He walked up to the store... but... it was gone. And not in the way of a store going out of business and moving out. No, the whole store was... gone. There was no door, there was no space. It was like the stores on either side of Custom Curios expanded and just swallowed it up.

But... but that was... that was impossible!

*****

I was a year later, to the day, that Morgan disappeared. While Sean never forgot her and constantly looked for clues to her whereabouts, life moved on. Soon after Mary, Morgan's mom, had moved back home after being in the psych ward, he visited her, trying to help her through her loss.

she still had trouble talking about what happened, always turning into a rambling mad-woman when the topic came up. So, over time, he went over less and less, deciding that he was only making things worse, reminding her of her loss.

So it was a surprise when Mary called him in the middle of the day on Halloween day, asking him to come over.

"I just... it's my... it's my birthday... and... and... it's the... the anniversary... so I thought..."

"I understand," he said. "Are you sure that's a good idea? I mean... I don't want to upset..."

"I know, Sean. I know. IknowIknowIknowIknow." She seemed giddy and excited about something.

"You know...?"

She took a second to relax and calm herself. He could hear her breathing settle finally.

"I know how to bring Morgan back," she said simply. "Comecomecome," she giggled.

"You know how to bring Morgan back?" Sean asked excitedly. "You know where she is?"

"Yesyesyes... always... always..."

"I'll be there!" he said. "I'm on my way now."

He hung up the phone.

"What was that all about?" Sarah, Sean's mom, asked. She was sitting in the living room beside him, filling a large bowl with little, bite-sized candy bars, getting ready to hand it out to the trick-or-treaters.

"That was Morgan's mom," he said, absently going over in his head what she said. "She wants me to come over."

"Why?"

"She says she knows where Morgan is and how to get her to come back home."

"Sean... we should tell the police," Sarah suggested. "This doesn't sound right."

"I know. I know. But... I want to know what's going on before I call them." He looked at her, almost pleading her. "Will you come with me?" "I... I need your help."

"Sweety!" he said, gently touching Sean's arm. "I would definitely do that for you. You know that. Especially if it brings Morgan home."

Sarah set the bowel down, grabbed her car keys, and the two drove the five miles to Morgan's home. Mary's hand was shaking as was most of her body as she let them into the house.

"Thank you... thank you... for... for coming... for coming over," she smiled, barely able to make eye contact. Sean and Sarah could tell that Mary was having a hard time staying calm and coherent. It was like a constant battle for her.

Her hair was unkempt and it looked like she'd been wearing the same clothes for the past week. It smelled like it, too, as the two entered her house.

"How are you doing, Mary?" Sarah asked, gently touching her shoulders. "I know it's a difficult day for you."

"I'm... I'm good," Mary said. "I'm... I'm excite... excited. But... I know, Mary. I know!"

"That's what Sean told me," Sarah said, rubbing Mar's upper arm. "He said you knew where Morgan is. Where is she? Why did she leave? Did you talk to her?"

Mary shook her head, her body starting to shake even more again as she started slipping into incoherency again.

"She never... never left... she was... she was take... taken."

"Ok, ok... take your time. Relax. Tell us what you found out."

Mary waved her hand, encouraging them to follow her. As Sean and Sarah followed, she backed away, continually waving her hand. She led them down the stairs and into the basement.

Sean looked around as he went. The house looked nearly the same as when he last saw it... except Mary didn't dust or sweep. She turned the basement light on as they went. The room in front of them looked familiar... with a chair and couch facing the projection TV.

Sean and Sarah looked at each other, not understanding why they were down there. "Mary? Why are we down here?" Sarah asked.

Mary held up a single finger, as if to silence them. She picked up the remote control and turned the TV on. In seconds, it went through an initialization, and then started playing some movie.

Sean recognized it immediately. "We probably should turn this off," he said, but Mary pulled the remote away from him and shook her head.

"She's here," she said softly.

"Where Mary?" Sarah asked. "Where is she? Where's Morgan?"

"Watchwatchwatchwatchwatch," Mary said, turning to watch the TV herself.

The liquid-like screen showed a busty woman, sitting on the couch, wearing a white tank top that barely contained her breasts and jeans. She was idly scrolling through her phone.

Suddenly, the front door in the movie closed and without even looking up, the woman asked "Hey! How was your day?"

A young woman, in the background, walked into the kitchen behind her with a backpack slung over her shoulder. "Leave me alone," she said brusquely.

The woman turned her head, surprised by the young woman's attitude. "What's wrong?"

Something tickled Sean's brain... something was wrong. This wasn't right, was it?

The young woman set her book bag down hard. "I don't want to talk about it."

The woman got off the couch and walked into the kitchen where the young woman was looking through the cupboards, obviously looking for something to snack on. "I'm your mom. You should be able to talk to me about anything."

Sean walked closer to the TV, trying to get a better view. This was... wrong. It's not supposed to be a young woman. It was supposed to be a young man... her son. What? What was this? What was going on?

"It's so fucking stupid," the young woman said, frustrated. "I'm so fucking stupid."

The older woman leaned against the island as she turned towards her daughter. "I don't believe that at all," she said. "Tell me what happened."

"You're not going to laugh?" She seemed nervous, as if he was embarrassed.

Sean suddenly did a double take at the young woman. She looked... familiar. Was that... was that Morgan?

"I promise I won't laugh."

"Is that Morgan?" Sean asked, turning towards Mary. "Is that what this is all about? She's making porn flicks?"

"Porn flicks?" Sarah asked. By her voice, Sean realized she was getting upset. "Is that what this is all about? Porn? Were you and Morgan watching porn? I can't believe you..."

"Watchwatchwatchwatchwatch!" Mary voice quickly grew in intensity, until she was yelling, suddenly capturing their full attention.

The audio from the movie played in the background as Sean and Sarah Watched Mary. "Well... we were finally getting things going, right?" she said. "And everything was really hot... and... I was finally starting to get her bra off... and... I lost control."

Sean and Sarah looked at the TV again.

"Lost control?" the mother asked.

"Yeah... you know... in my pants. They were soaked."

"Why did Morgan make a porn movie?" Sarah asked Mary. "Is that why she left all of the sudden?"

Mary shook her head slowly and pointed at the video screen. "You don't... don't... understand. The movie... it took... it took her."

"I understand," Sarah said softly, trying to calm Mary. "Porn just... steals you away. I know that's not what you wanted for your daughter. She was just too good to..."

Mary shook her head emphatically. "Nonononono! It took her! And I know how to get her back!"

Sean stepped closer to the television screen until he was standing right in front of it. The young woman was definitely Morgan. He shook his head, not understanding this. Everything about the movie seemed exactly the same as before. But... but now it was a woman and her... her daughter!

"You know, honey, what if I give you some tips."

"You're my mom!" Morgan exclaimed. But it sounded half-heated.

"Yeah... but I'm still a woman and I have a lot of experience about this."

Morgan nodded slowly, agreeing with her.

The mom smiled and looked away as if organizing her thoughts. "Ok."

"First of all, you actually did the exact right thing and that was you blew a load."

Morgan put her hands over her face to hide her embarrassment.

The mom put her hands on Morgan's thighs. "I'm serious! Like... before you go on a date, you want to... you know... let it go. Before... you know... you get there. So you're a little more relaxed. And more calm. So... do that next time, ok?"

Mary walked up behind Sean who stood and watched the movie, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Is that really Morgan?" he asked Mary, not even looking at her.

"Yes. She's... she's there... in the... in the... in the light."

"What do you mean?" Sean asked softly, just not understanding what Mary was trying to say.

"Come here... come here," Mary said, leading him closer to the screen. "Closer. I'll... I'll show you. I'll show you."

When Sean stood just in front of the screen, Mary suddenly pushed him into the screen. Sean reached out a hand to brace himself, to keep from falling, but when it touched the screen, it pierced through it. He caught himself and didn't fall, but liquid light seemed to roll up his arm. He tried to pull his arm free, but it was held firmly. The liquid light poured down his body, covering him completely as he writhed to get free of it, and in just a few seconds, he was completely covered. Then he was suddenly pulled into the TV screen as if he'd become a part of the liquid light.

When Sarah saw her son disappear into the screen, she screamed, her hands going to her face. This... this was too much to take! Sean was standing there one minute... and now he was... gone! She ran towards the TV, just not understanding what had happened so suddenly.

"What? Where's Sean?" Sarah repeated over and over again. "Where's Sean? Mary? Where is he?"

"Mom?" the two could hear from their left, the other side of the TV. "Is that... is that you? Mom?"

Mary smiled and turned towards the voice. When Sarah looked, she couldn't believe her eyes.

Morgan was sitting on the floor, looking around, bewildered, as if wondering what had happened. She suddenly started crying as she realized she was in her own basement once again.

"Baby!" Mary yelled as she fell to the floor beside her daughter and wrapped her in her arms. "You're home baby."

"Mom! Is it really you?"

"It is, baby. I'm right here. I'm right here."

Sarah couldn't believe her eyes. Morgan was sitting in Mary's arms! She was home. But... how? Where did she come from?

"Take your pants off," the woman in the movie said, bringing Sarah to look at the screen again.

The young man that the camera focused on looked so familiar. Suddenly, she recognized him. It was Sean! Her son was... was in the TV... in the movie! But that was... was crazy! She watched, transfixed, her brain not believing what she was seeing.

In the movie, Sean looked down at the woman as if she was crazy to suggest he get his pants off, but his hands moved to the front of them, to unfasten them.

"What?" the older woman smiled, moving to her knees.

"Why?" he asked, a little confused about what she was doing.

She smiled up at her on-screen son. "I mean... do you want more practical instead of theoretical advice?"

"I... yeah," he said as he started unfastening his pants. The mom sat up on her knees, watching him closely, watching his hands in anticipation of seeing his cock. Her breasts were practically falling out of her shirt.

The woman on the screen moaned softly when his cock was finally exposed and bobbed up into the air. "Oh... you have a magnificent cock," she said as she started stroking him. "You should never be afraid to whip this out."

"No?" he asked, shyly.

She smiled, lustfully, and shook her head. "Huh uh. It's so pretty." She slowly bent down and started sucking on him, making him gasp at the reality of it all.

"What did you do?" Sarah yelled, looking at Mary, anger welling up inside her. Mary knew she was going to do this to Sean. Mary had known all along. "What did you do to him?"

Mary, holding Morgan, simply looked back, her face blank. She seemed to know that she did something wrong... but it brought her daughter back to her. She didn't care about the consequences. All she cared was that, after a year, her daughter was home.

Sarah quickly crossed the room until she stood over Mary and grabbed her, hauling her to her feet. "What did you do to him?" she yelled. "Where is he?"

"I... saved... I saved Morgan," she mumbled.

Sarah shook her head, not comprehending how she could sacrifice Sean to bring her daughter back.

"No! No!" Sarah screamed at her. "Yeah, that's great. But at what price? You don't get to do that. You don't get to... decide... that."

"Mom?" Morgan asked, sniffling. "What is she talking about?"

"It's nothing baby," Mary said. "You're... you're ok. You're home now. That's what matters."

"What do you mean, that's what matters? Was... where's Sean?" Morgan asked, standing up and looking around as if she expected to find him sitting in the chair.

"Mmm, you taste so good," the on-screen mom said, cutting through their yelling. She started slurping loudly on his cock, making him moan.

"Is that... is that Sean?" Morgan asked, staring at the screen.

The mom and Sean kissed as she rose to her knees and leaned over his body. She grabbed the waistband of his pants, tugging them down as she giggled. After tossing them aside, she pulled her tank-top off, exposing her large, bare breasts.

"Can I... can I touch you?" Sean asked, reaching his hands forward, inches away from her.

She giggled "Mmhmm!"

Sean grabbed and squeezed her breasts over and over again, teasing and testing them.

"Oh my God, they're so soft," he whispered, thoroughly enjoying himself. He leaned forward and, lifting one of her breasts, licked and sucked on her nipple.

"We gotta get him out of there, mom!" Morgan said, urgency in her voice. "He shouldn't... he shouldn't be in there. You don't know how horrible it is in there. He shouldn't be in there."

"You're right," Sarah said softly. She suddenly pushed Mary from behind, sending her stumbling, trying to catch her balance, as she fell against the television screen. Her back hit it and seemed to just stick to it.

Mary tried to pull away even as the liquid light flowed over her body, quickly covering her.

"Mom!" Morgan yelled as Mary was pulled into the TV.

The movie paused for a moment as it seemed to take a second to reconfigure itself. When it returned, Morgan and Sarah stood in awe as, in the movie, Mary was now kneeling in front of Sean, sucking on his cock. Suddenly she sat up.

"See?" Mary said. "I can show you so many things."

"Yeah?" Sean asked.

"Mmhmm," she said sucking his cock into her mouth again. Seam moaned softly as his hands slid onto her head, holding her hair back as his hips rose and fell, fucking her mouth even as she bobbed her head up and down.

"Oh my God!" Sean moaned.

Mary pulled his cock free and stroked him, her hand moving rapidly. "Fuck I can't wait to taste your cum."

"Really?"

"Mmhmm!" Mary giggled.

Sarah looked around, then looked back to Morgan. "Why didn't... why didn't that bring Sean out?"

Morgan shook her head, unable to look away from the television screen. "I don't..."

"Why didn't it free Sean?" Sarah practically yelled, grabbing Morgan's shoulders and shaking her.

"I don't know!" Morgan yelled, confused by everything going on around her. "I don't know!"

"You came out when he went in! Why didn't he come out now? I gotta get him out of there!" Sarah yelled. "You! You can do it. You've been in there before. You... you know how to get out now. You can go in there and... and... and get him out."

Morgan shook her head emphatically and backed away from the screen. "I can't go back in there! I have no idea how I got out. And... and... and I can't do that again. Do you know how many times I had sex with... with her? Do you? I never wanted to. But I couldn't stop myself. I had to say what I said. I had to do what I did. I couldn't say anything else. I couldn't... do... anything else. Over and over and over again. Always the same thing."

"I don't know... I don't know what to do!" Sarah sobbed. She was completely at a loss.

Morgan looked at her, determination written on her face. "There's only one thing I know that you can do."

On the screen behind her, Sarah heard Mary giggle. When she turned to see what was happening, Mary was wrapping her breasts around Sean's cock and started sliding her body up and down, tit-fucking him.

Then, Sarah watched as Mary stopped, allowing Sean to thrust his hips up and down, fucking up into Mary's chest several times.

"Fuck! That feels so fucking good," Mary giggled, squeezing her tits together.

"Yeah?" Sean panted. "Your tits are so soft."

Mary smiled and bent her head forward, sucking the head of his cock into her mouth again, even as she squeezed it between her breasts.

"You have to go in and save him," Morgan said, shocking Sarah enough that she turned back toward Morgan again. "And I'll find some way to get you both out."

"Mary's... she's... she's having sex with my son!" Sarah yelled.

"She can't help it. She can't stop," Morgan said. "Don't you understand? She has to do it. But... but you can stop her. You."

"Me?" Sarah asked as she looked back at the TV screen. "I can..."

"You can save Sean," Morgan said softly.

"But... I don't..."

"All you have to do is touch the screen," Morgan said. "And you can save Sean."

As the two watched the screen, Mary was bobbing on Sean's cock again, sliding his long dick deeper and deeper into her mouth. Then she rose to her feet and slid her shorts and panties off her legs as she bent over, kissing Sean.

While the two watched, feeling almost paralyzed, Mary grabbed Sean's cock as she crawled up into his lap, directing his cock between her thighs.

"Is this ok?" Mary asked as she slid the head of his cock into her pussy.

Sean nodded. "Yeah."

"God!" Mary moaned, looking up as she smiled, enjoying the wonderful sensations his cock was giving her. "Fuck that's good. That's so good." She started moving her hips up and back, sliding him in and out of her wetness.

Sarah, convincing herself that she just had to do it, suddenly reached out and touched the TV screen. The liquid light covered her hand and started to run up her arm. She tried to pull it back, but it was firmly caught. She struggled as the liquid covered more and more of her body. Fear overtook her and she struggled to get free, but she couldn't.

"Morgan?" she asked, looking at the young woman for help. "Morgan!" she screamed.

In seconds, she felt her body transported, suddenly, into a strange, but somehow familiar living room. She was kneeling on a couch with Sean below her. She felt exquisite pleasure as she bounced up and down, her naked breasts flopping in front of her, while Sean's cock slid deep inside her again and again.

"Uh!" she grunted. "Oh my God!" She was moving her hips rapidly, her body feeling more pleasure than she ever remembered. "Oh fuck. Fuck! Oh my God!" She looked up and closed her eyes tightly as if she was just about to cum, when she suddenly pulled off and fell onto the couch beside him. She pulled her legs up, straight and to the sides, and slid one hand down through her wet pussy lips.

"You want me to taste you now?" he asked, shocked that she wouldn't just cum.

She giggled. "Mmhmm! I'm gonna make you. You have the best cock. But, I bet you lick pussy really well, too."

"I'll do my best," he said, sliding to his knees and leaning in to lick her. She squealed as the first lick slid over her overheated clit, then let him settle into his pattern. His tongue seemed so long and perfect, sliding deep between her lips as if tasting every drop of her nectar.

"Yeah... lick my pussy," she moaned, watching every move he made, half smiling, half moaning in ecstasy.

Sean forced her legs up and back, rounding her hips up even more, giving him even more access to her pussy and asshole. He moaned as he slid his lips and tongue through her wetness. "You taste so good."

Back in the real world, Morgan fell to her knees beside her mother. She'd appeared seconds after Sarah disappeared. Mary looked around the room as if wondering where she was. It took a second for her to realize it was Morgan beside her.

"I'm... I'm home?" she asked.

Morgan sniffled. She was so scared she'd never get her mom back. "Yes, mom. Yes. You're home!" They hugged tightly.

"I... I couldn't help myself. I didn't want to touch him... touch Sean like that." Morgan nodded, understanding completely. "But... I had no control over anything."

The two met eyes, both understanding what they just experienced.

"Oh my God... oh my God," Sarah screamed in the movie. Morgan and Mary just listened, hugging each other, so glad to have each other. "You're really good at that."

"Am I?" Sean asked, sounding so innocent.

"Mmhmm! Yeah!" Sarah agreed. "That feels so fucking good. Just soft... right on my clit.... right on my clit."

"Am I doing good?" he asked again.

"Yes, fuck, shut up!" Sarah giggled, grabbing his head to push his mouth right back into her pussy. "Don't stop. Stop talking and don't stop! I'm gonna... I'm gonna... fuck! Fuck!"

Sarah's body shook uncontrollably as her fluids ran out all over Sean's lips and chin, dripping down her ass to the couch below. Sarah pushed Sean's face from her, keeping him from touching her oversensitive clit.

"Did I make you cum?" he asked.

She giggled. "Of course you did! And that felt so fucking good.

"I... I just wanted to take care of you first."

Sarah sat up and pulled his lips to hers. "And you're doing a great job." The two kissed and Sarah licked around his mouth and chin, cleaning off her juices. Suddenly she stood and turned around leaving Vince kneeling on the floor below her.

"Fuck me again," she giggled, grabbing her ass with one hand and pulling on her ass cheek to expose her pussy to him.

"We gotta... I gotta get away from this... this thing," Mary said coming to her knees, her body shaking uncontrollably in fear. She crawled away from the TV before she finally stood.

"What are we going to do about Sean... and Sarah?" Morgan asked.

"We'll think of something," Mary said, patting Morgan's hand as they both started walking up the basement stairs. "We'll think of something... but right now... I can't... I can't be here. We have to leave."

"Ok... ok," Morgan said, furtively looking back at the glowing lights from the projection television as they danced on the wall with every movement on the movie. She knew they had to do something... she just... didn't know what.

Even as the basement door closed, the movie still played.

"Oh yes... oh my God! Oh fuck!" Sarah moaned loudly as Sean fucked her from behind. He grabbed her hips even tighter, thrusting even faster.

"Yeah?" he panted. "Oooh, fuck!"

"Fuck that's so good," Sarah moaned, her face contorting as the pleasure brought her to the brink of orgasm. "Fuck me harder. Fuck me harder."

Sean slowed his thrusting but made each one even more forceful, slamming his hips into her ass with each thrust. Each thrust threatening to make her fall face-first into the couch in front of her.

She was grunting with every thrust. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Fuuuuuuuck!" She wailed as she came again, her juices running down his cock and balls, and running down her thighs. She never remembered cumming so much... and so hard... ever in her life.

Vaguely, she thought in the back of her mind that there was something else that was supposed to happen. She thought this wasn't the way things were supposed to be... yet... everything she did was exactly what she was supposed to do. Everything she said was exactly what she was supposed to say.

It didn't matter what was in the back of her head. All that mattered was that her son needed her help learning how to please women... and she was going to do it.

She turned around and fell to her knees, taking his cum-covered cock into her mouth. She slid it deep into her mouth, cleaning it off.

"Mmm! You taste so good with my cum all over you," she giggled as Sean watched her.

"Yeah?"

"Mmmmm." Sarah's tongue licked up and down his shaft as she kissed and licked its length, stroking it even as she licked the head again.

As she stood, Sean turned her around and grabbed her from behind. She squealed as he kissed and nibbled on her neck, just as she loved. His hands slid under her arms and grabbed her large breasts, squeezing and lifting them, his fingers working their way down to pinch and roll her hard nipples.

Sarah pushed away, turned around and lay back on the couch. She lifted her legs in the air again, but this time, her eyes went to his hard, throbbing shaft. "I want to watch you fuck me. Please... fuck me."

Sean turned her slightly so that he could kneel with one leg on the couch. He grabbed one of her legs and held it tight against his chest as he slid the head of his cock into her very wet and open pussy. It slid in like he was made for her.

Sarah, sat up, supported by her hands behind her and watched him, watched his long, thick cock slide into her pussy again and again. She watched as her pussy pulled at him every time he withdrew, trying to draw him back inside even deeper.

"Oh yes," Sean moaned.

Sarah was panting with every thrust. "Yes... yes... keep... fucking... me."

"Fuck!" Sean yelled loudly, obviously getting close to his bursting point.

"Oh my God," Sarah panted back. Oh my God. Shit!"

"You like that... right there?" Sean asked her as the two met eyes again.

"Yes," Sarah nodded. "Do you like fucking your mommy?"

Sean smiled and nodded for a moment, then his orgasm overtook him. His brow furrowed and mouth opened as he grunted. His cock was throbbing, then bursting as he pulled out of her.

"Oh... oh... oh!" he grunted, the ropes of cum blew over her body. "Unh! Unh! Unh!" His cum fell across her chest, covering her tits with its warm, sticky whiteness.

"Oh my gosh," she giggled.

As Sean recovered, panting still, he pulled his cock away from her and fell onto the couch beside her. Sarah leaned into him and the two kissed passionately.

"Mmm... I don't think you need any more sex tips from me," she giggled.

"You don't think so?" he asked, feeling a bit sorry that it had to end.

She smiled. "But can we practice more?"

He smiled, his face beaming with excitement. "Yeah... we can practice a lot more."

The two kissed, even as the light around them dimmed, then went black. Just before completely fading, there was a small moment in time, a small sliver where the two looked into each other's eyes and were fully themselves. They recognized the other and realized just what they had done.

A tear formed in the corner of Sean's eye as he gave her a soft, almost embarrassed smile.

"Sean..." Sarah whispered softly, smiling, her voice full of love for her only child, her little boy.

Then, the lights came back up and everything was reset. Sarah was sitting on the couch, her spaghetti-strapped, white tank top barely containing her large breasts as she scrolled through her phone. She heard the door slam behind her, heard her son enter their home, almost stomping in the quiet.

"Hey! How was your day?" she asked.

Her son Sean walked into the kitchen behind her. "Leave me alone," he said brusquely.

She turned her head, surprised by his attitude. "What's wrong?"

*****

The house had sat empty for the past five years, ever since Mary and Morgan fled the state. Mary couldn't take any more stress and any time Morgan contemplated the fate of Sean and Sarah, Mary became extremely agitated. Eventually, Morgan stopped talking about it. Eventually, they both moved on, trying to forget it ever happened.

"Fuck!" twenty year old Carter said as he and his eighteen year old brother descended the stairs into the basement. "We have to carry all this shit to the curb?"

"Language!" their mom yelled from somewhere upstairs.

"Sorry mom," Carter yelled back.

"What's in the world is this?" Lucas asked as he and his brother searched through the basement of their new house.

"It looks like a TV," Carter said. "But it's weird looking."

Lucas fished around the top of the dust-covered cabinet, just below the screen. "I think this is the remote."

Carter moved around the room, looking through the bookshelves, seeing if there was anything interesting there. He couldn't believe that their parents had bought a house that was still so... furnished. He couldn't imagine how much work it was going to take to haul all this stuff out to the trash.

In a few seconds, the room lit up with glowing gold, red, and blue lights that flickered across the walls and over their faces.

"Wow!" Lucas said, looking at the screen. A menu was displayed, but the swirling colors made the screen look like it was made of liquid.

"Oh wow, that's cool!"

The highlight on the screen encircled the word 'Resume'. "I wonder what they were watching," Lucas pondered. He looked at his brother who simply lifted his shoulders, not caring if he checked. Lucas hit a button and the screen was filled with an older woman mounted on a young man as he sat on a couch. The room was filled with her moaning as her hips rocked back and forth, fucking him.

"Oh my God!" The woman was moving her hips rapidly, her body obviously feeling more pleasure than she ever remembered. "Oh fuck. Fuck! Oh my God!" She looked up and closed her eyes tightly as if she was just about to cum, when she suddenly pulled off and fell onto the couch beside the young man below her. She pulled her legs up, straight and to the sides, and slid one hand down through her wet pussy lips.

"Shit!" Carter hissed. "Turn the volume down! We don't need mom coming down and catching us watching this."

Lucas quickly found the volume buttons and turned it almost off.

As the two young men watched, the young man in the movie slid to the floor between her legs and started licking her very wet pussy.

Carter shook his head and laughed. "Damn! That screen looks like... they're right there. It's so realistic." He reached forward towards the screen to touch it. It looked like liquid light. He needed to see what it felt like.

"Did you boys find anything down here?" their dad asked as he and their mom came down the stairs.

Lucas quickly hit the stop button and the movie stopped, returning to the menu screen. Carter, surprised, jerked his hand back.

"Wow! A projection TV!" their dad exclaimed. "I haven't seen one of these since the nineties."

Lucas hit the browse button and the screen was filled with little movie images, along with their names and dates, all in alphabetical order.

"There's a ton of movies on here, but it looks like they were all made a million years ago," Lucas said, looking over each movie as he scrolled down through the list.

"A million years ago... sheesh," their dad shook his head laughing. "Twenty five years ago or so isn't such a long time."

"Not if you're a boomer," Carter laughed, fist-bumping Lucas.

"Hey!" their dad laughed too. "Don't make me beat you with my walker."

They all laughed for a moment, before their dad decided they'd wasted enough time.

"Ok, why don't you boys head on upstairs and start helping your mother in the bedroom," he said. "We can't move in until most of this is cleared out."

"Alright dad," Carter said.

Lucas turned off the TV and the three headed upstairs.

In another world... another place... Sarah was receiving another orgasm from her son. As time went on, she learned to actually enjoy their constant time together, actually enjoy the love they shared. Even if it would go into eternity.