Both were eighteen and their parents trusted them to be mature and responsible; they were in Sarah’s room, studying for their final exams. Sarah came down from her orgasm; head dropping, eyes opening but unable to focus on the man in the doorway who backed out slowly and quietly closed the door. She screamed out Jake’s name as the penis which had last given her mother the most intense orgasm of her life, did the same to her, only this time his cock was sheathed in latex. She loved Jake with all her heart; she felt butterflies in her stomach whenever she saw him; recently though, she felt different elsewhere when she looked at Dave. His hand gripped his keys, the sharp metal digging into his palms as she walked away, her shapely behind swaying hypnotically. After dinner, they watched TV for a while, Jake stealing furtive glances at Sarah. “Hell,” she thought, “Me and Mum are pretty similar, why shouldn’t we be attracted to the same type of men?
