It was late morning when I went down in to the kitchen, not sure how to face my parents, there was only my dad there “Want some breakfast son, I�...��m cooking today” “Where mom” “Still in bed, she’s a little sore and tender after that fucking you give her last night”I could hardly believe how frank dad was about what happened “It looked like you were enjoying yourself; I know she enjoyed it immensely” “I did dad, but do you not mind” “No, in fact your mom, We were. Yards thick, and he had no tool for excavation.The chimney had to be a weak point. He checked. It was hard to see, but it narrowed to about the width of his head well before it reached the next level. Certainly, it was narrower than either his hips or his shoulders and had to be a longer climb than ten manheights.There was a noise from the ladder. A servant girl was descending with some clothes over her arms. Her skirt was long enough to be decent, but his vantage from below as she backed down. I was getting a perfect view of her near naked flange! I asked her to turn around for me. She looked a little surprised by this request but sexily twirled around. I got a really good look at her nice shapely arse and all that was concealing them was some white flimsy panties. I asked her to walk backwards towards me. She laughed and did as I asked. I told her she was absolutely beautiful and then I asked her to bend over and touch her toes. She parted her legs ever so slightly and then. I suppose the lying began when I was about 13 and it dawned on me that maybe the reason that I liked looking at naked guys was because I was gay. Well who the hell do you tell that to? For sure not your dad and for damn sure not your jock best friend. So I buried it deep and tried to act as straight as I could. I thought I was doing a pretty good job of it too and by the time I was sixteen I was certain that nobody knew that I was gay. I was wrong of course.I had a job working at the local.