Blair Stephens could barely contain her excitement as she drove through her hometown. Within the privacy of her own car, she sang along to the cliché tune: Don’t Stop Believin’ by Journey. Though the song wasn’t her favorite, she couldn’t deny the enjoyment she felt while belting out the lyrics. The cause for her good mood was actually the same reason for her drive. Within the last year, Blair had been a couple hours away at university. The only time she’s seen her mother since the start of the past school year was when she made a short trip home for Christmas.<br/><br/>Blair had been raised completely by her mother, which caused a close-knit relationship to build between them. The only good thing that her dead-beat father ever did was provide the seed for Blair’s life. Unfortunately, she had inherited her ginger hair and brown eyes from him. Everything else she stood for, however, she owed completely to her mother. Danielle was a beautiful woman with a big heart. She treated everyone with kindness, a kindness that Blair often thought unnecessary.<br/><br/>With her personality, the only traits Blair inherited from her mother were the loyalty to her loved ones and the determination to seek out her dreams. While Dani would take her accomplishments to the grave, Blair wasn’t afraid to flaunt what she achieved. Blair also wasn’t as much of a people person as he rmother. In fact, her time was usually spent with only a couple other girls she’d made friends with from her classes. Blair would be the first to admit she was a loner.<br/><br/>Blair had made enough money through photography to cover the costs of her dorm room. Choosing to live on the university’s campus had been a tough decision, but one she did not regret. Now that her freshman year was over, though, she was eager to spend her summer at home with her mother. What made Blair’s excitement flourish was that she was minutes away from surprising Dani. Her mother didn’t expect her arrival for another week, but due to finishing her exams early and having no more scheduled photoshoots, Blair had been able to come home early.<br/><br/>About five minutes later, Blair parked her little silver Ford Focus in the driveaway of her home. As she pulled in, she lowered the volume of the music and stared at the motorbike she parked behind. Blair became full of curiosity as well as a bit of resentment. Unless her mother suddenly became a biker, which she highly doubted, someone else was here. With either situation, she’d end up set with her mother. They spoke over the phone at least twice a week and tried to video call at least once. With their many conversations, not one time has her mother informed her of a newfound interest or a new friend.<br/><br/>Blair shut off the engine, pulled her key from the ignition, and stepped out of her car. Her eyes remained on the bike as she locked the car and made her way toward the front door. In an attempt to distract herself, Blair took a deep breath and focused on what she was about to do. She was pleased to find the front door had been unlocked and as quietly as she could, stepped inside the house and shut the door behind her. Looking around the living and through the open kitchen gave her the impression not even her mother was home. She mindlessly straightened her<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Ffmag.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2018%2F06%2Fbest-blue-halter-neck-fit-and-flare-mini-dress.jpg&amp;hash=94fa7991b529fa532cca43b9267d7cf5" href="https://fmag.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/best-blue-halter-neck-fit-and-flare-mini-dress.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">light blue, knee-length dress</a>while looking around, inhaling the scent of familiarity.<br/><br/>That thought was quickly pushed aside as she heard a woman’s voice upstairs. 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She wasn't sure how long she stood frozen in place due to the scene before her. A woman clad in leather was on top of her mother, thrusting into her with a strap-on. What made matters worse, was that the red-haired woman held a familiar face. Blair couldn't stop herself from speaking out, her tone a mix of emotions ranging from shock, disbelief, and even anger. "I could have gone my entire life without seeing my mother fucked by some biker chick," she blurted, loud enough for her voice to carry across the room. "What the hell, mom!?"