He would spank my butt at times, or I would touch his crotch to tease him. Nothing more than that. But as the days passed, I knew the urge for sex wou...ld be surfaced in both of us. He could be asking me for sex anytime then. I was right. Two days later, that night, I was in my room swiping Instagram. Mom and dad had already gone to bed. Harsh entered and bolted the door. It was unusual since we used to sleep with the door open.Another thing I noticed was a strange bulge in his. When I had finished checking myself out, I got dressed in the same old work clothes, black t-shirt, black jeans, and a black apron (I'm a waiter by the way). When I got to work, I did the morning routine, checked stock, emptied the safe, but one difference, was the new guy. He got introduced to us yesterday, his name was Zeph, and I almost fell over just from seeing him. He had brown, wavy hair; defined abs; a great tan, he was smart, and had a smile that sent a shiver down my spine.He walked. Or these days, the average pre-teen. But now that I seem to have no choice, I'm glad. Not that I have any idea of how to proceed.I don't need to worry. The four women are perfectly ready to take charge. Lana stands up and removes her bra. Lois doesn't bother to stand, she just bares her breasts. I look at the four women and their eight breasts. All are very attractive females, and all have very nice breasts. Wendy's are a little small, compared to Lana and Sonia. Lois' breasts are between them. " Oh, I'm sure it doesn't matter. My father's a workaholic womaniser andmy mother's an alcoholic. Father won't be at home this long leave, andmother won't visit. Rent-a-mother is all I ever have."We carried on in silence for a few paces. I stopped, and grabbed him bythe wrist to stop him. "How old are you, Jake? Eighteen?" Seventeen." You're too young for that cynicism, too young not to have an adult inyour life." And you're too young to be my mother." Yes, thank God!" I smiled. He did.