They flew in from opposite coasts for their parents’ 25^th Anniversary Bash, as Mom was calling it. “My darlings, my honey bunnies!” she fussed. “It’s been too long! I can’t believe you’re only going to be here for not even one full day.”

“Meetings tomorrow,” Clair said. She had a job out in LA.

“Basketball practice,” Cory told her. “Coach’ll have my hide if I miss Monday’s.”

“At least you remembered your suit,” Mom said. “As for you, young lady...”

“You don’t like this dress?”

“It will have to do. I wish I hadn’t given your prom dress to ... oh never mind. It will have to do. We have to be at Rushka’s at six. And I’ve got to pick up some ... never mind. Anyway, let me get a picture of you two cuties in front of my new mirror. Isn’t it spectacular? David can be so sweet. Of course I picked it out, but ... oh never mind. Oh, can you put on what you’ll wear tonight?”

“Oh Mom,” they both said.

The pictures taken, and Mom off to whatever it was, Clair said, “Got to get out of these shoes.”

“You don’t wear heels at the fancy...?”

“Completely casual,” Clair said. “I can’t believe you packed that...”

“Well I’m changing right now,” Cory said. “Mustn’t get it mussed before the big celebration.”

“Right,” said Clair. “Twenty-five years. Hard to believe. Here, let me help you.”

“I’m a big boy. I can undress myself.”

“So far you’re not making much progress. Can you believe this mirror?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. I can’t help thinking it looks like a giant sperm. Underwear too.”

“Huh?”

“Come on, I haven’t really seen you since that time at Miller’s pond.”

“That was...”

“Don’t worry. I won’t squeal. It was fun.”

“If you say so.”

“You remember different? Come over here and let me refresh your memory.”

“No. Back then we were just...”

“We still are, in spirit. Now shove your big boy cock into my big girl cunt.”

“Clair.”

“Do it.”

Cory did it.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah,” Clair chanted. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Fill my big girl cunt with your big boy sperm.”

Cory was in the middle of fulfilling Clair’s demands when in the mirror he caught a glimpse of Mom entering the room. Clair, mid-orgasm herself, kept coming. Her head banged back. The 25^th Anniversary Mirror crashed down.

“What the fuck!” Mom ejaculated.

“We’ll get a new mirror,” Cory said, his attempts to cover up ineffectual.

“Yeah, we...” Clair started to say.

“Stop!” After a deep breath, Mom said, “It’s not the fucking mirror. You’ve got cum all over your only dress. Now what are you going to wear for the party?”