<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Mrs. Alison Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Mommies home</em></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://orig04.deviantart.net/24be/f/2011/075/3/a/whispering_wind_by_suicide_bee-d3brt6a.jpg)</div>I was soon growing tired of being stuck in this long river of traffic, working a dead end office job sure had it's perks especially with a soft, seductive rolling purr to my tone getting me a raise each yearly quarter but a 45 minute drive home turning into nearly two hours was soon becoming torture. The traffic wasn't heading anywhere any time soon and so I decided to pull my phone from my pocket and check for any new smutty updates on the rather taboo blog that I had heard about from a colleague of mine.. I could only imagine being the mom of a set of twins such as this,<em>catching them in the act, seeing the mixed expression of excitement, shame and mostly embarrassment. Attempting to scold them for what I caught them doing but my own interest, my own excitement proving to much to bare allowing me to step closer.. Making sure the door was locked.</em><br/><br/>A loud honk made me near jump out of my own skin when I come to realise I hadn't noticed the long space ahead of me, the traffic had moved and I hadn't noticed due to the corrupt thoughts of my step children over a simply, smut-tastic blog. They'd never go for it, who in the right mind would openly fool around the topic of incest? No-one that's who and yet I<strong>needed</strong>to get home.. Now, my panties near enough soaked through to my skirt and a twenty minute drive still ahead of me had only caused me to internally chastise myself considering I couldn't just go and relieve myself for a short moment when I had two teenagers in the house who I hadn't seen for a few hours atleast.<br/><br/>"That'd teach me for reading in traffic."<br/><br/>I had sighed, my thoughts still holding onto the premise of Chanel..<em>No.. Can't have been.</em>I'd mutter  now racing home and parking in the available space of the driveway, quietly in my confusion I would set my phone on the side table once I was inside and quietly shut the door.<br/><br/>"Kids? I'm home! Traffic was.. A nightmare."<br/><br/><em>How am I to bring this up now, I was all wrapped in the idea of being a third party in the scenarios I played out in my head and to find the guest writers name was my step daughter? It could be a coincidence, it could not be a coincidence but it's not like I could just..Ask.</em>