I'm so damn mad at her.After my last entry, I adjusted my pillow and tried to fall asleep. It was well after midnight, and we both needed our rested a...lthough her team didn't have practice until 10 a.m. But she was still texting whoever and laughing loudly.I politely asked, "Wen, you mind keeping your voice down. I gotta be up at 5 a.m." You should've been sleeping instead of fucking, then," she said.To avoid the back and forth, I ignored her comment and closed my eyes."You're such a slut,. He was stroking it with his right hand, I watched as he pumped his dick to make himself cum. I watched as he unloaded three streams of cum onto the floor in front of him. His head went back and he let out a loud grunting noise and said, "Oh fuck yahhhhh!!!" Just like his father.I heard the shower door open and I went back downstairs with the vision of what I had just seen fresh in my mind. My face felt flushed and I could not believe I was so hot and bothered by seeing my son masturbating. Ed. I had never met anyone selfless until i met her. i remember when he and i would go to pick up his two boys on the weekends how she would invite me in from the car, where i preferred to sit. she’d make me sweet southern iced tea. things sweet always turn bitter to me after a while. i sat there in her trailer, where she had to move after he left her with two young boys. i looked at the cheesy praying hands plaque on the wall, the cellulite around her big thighs…kids with dirty faces. i was like a. I was sixteen. Studious, sensible and growing up quickly. Those were my good points. How I’d be described by someone else. Shy, easily embarrassed and blushed at the merest mention of anything sexual. Those were obvious points too. I had friends but gradually I’d allowed myself to grow distant from them. The more they became bogged down with boys, drink and rebelling the more I disliked them and myself for being so different.Ok, perhaps that was a slight lie. Although I wasn’t much interested.