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			"I could have gone my entire life without seeing my mother fucked by some biker chick. What the hell, mom!?"
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</blockquote><br/>"THE FUCK!?" Karen practically jumped out of her skin at the voice from the bedroom door. Her surprise caused her to slam the stiff plastic shaft harder than intended into Dani's pussy, she heard her lover groan and felt the woman shudder as she climaxed, even as they both turned to see who had spoken.<br/><br/>Red head, severe clothing, even more severe expression. Photo on the shelf in the lounge. Blair. It had to be. Dani was whimpering incoherently, probably didn't realise she was making a noise. The woman had collapsed onto the bed and Karen pushed herself up, carefully extracted the dildo from inside Dani and rolled away. A light slap on the buttocks to reassure her lover that this was not her fault and her punishment would therefore be enjoyable. "You can finish me off later, MILF." She said softly, but loud enough for Blair to hear.<br/><br/>Karen stood and quickly unstrapped the harness around her hips, tossed the contraption onto the bed. "Clean that, too, then put it away. Hi, you must be Blair, Dani's daughter? I've heard so much about you, but we just never seem to meet up. Until the most awkward moment imaginable, hmm?" She sighed. Right now she really needed a shower and Dani really needed some love and cuddles - preferably in the same shower. But with the daughter standing there clearly in shock, neither was going to happen any time soon.<br/><br/>"Come downstairs and let's give your mom some privacy to get herself together, hmm? You know, I've seen some of your photos, they're really good..."<br/><br/>This was "The Stack" talking. Not the dominatrix that Dani worshipped, but America's premier female superbike racer, who talked sponsors into giving her money in exchange for endorsing their products and who dealt with sports reporters on a daily basis during the season, charm and tact shone from her now as she gently took Blair's elbow and eased her from the room, pulling the door shut behind her. "You know, we wanted to tell you, but not like this. We were hoping that you'd be here some time this week so we could sit down and have a mother-daughter-step-mother-step-daughter chat." She paused, then laughed, a deep, jolly, Mrs Santa-Clause laugh. "In fact, if it hadn't been for that emergency kidney transplant run, we'd have been showered and dressed and probably watching some soap or cop drama on TV. So you should be thinking how your mother and I sacrificed our dignity to save someone's life!"<br/><br/>By the time she finished her little speech, she had guided Blair into the lounge and sat them both on the sofa. "So, which do you have more of a problem with, dear, the fact that your mom is a lesbian, the fact that I'm a biker, the fact that your mom is actually a very sexy woman, the fact that she and I were fucking, the fact that she's into BDSM and is submissive or the fact that you came into your mother's bedroom without knocking on the door first?"