One weekend, she insisted on dancing again. It felt wonderful and I shivered from her contact. Her shiny, shoulder-length black hair, reflecting the light, perfectly framed her heart-shaped face. She remained hunched over and my gaze remained on her display, knowing she couldn’t see me in the mirror. It smells good. She became suspicious and asked if I had picked up a girlfriend. Her labored breathing displayed her aroused state from my foreplay. It surprised me to learn that she still hadn’t dated, but devoted her free time at work and spending her free time with her sister, Aunt Kathy. The tops of her breasts became visible as I worked on her shoulders. She refrained from our usual greeting hug, only smiling. “Thanks, Billy. After their call ended, Mom joined me in the living room, settling beside me on the couch. Staying longer than normal for a few days, I missed my regular video chat with Mom.
