I thought that Sharif came back as mom stayed alone, but that voice is not Sharif’s. My curiosity doubled, and I started to question myself if mom f...ound someone to have fun with.That excited nineteen-year-old son in me felt like watching her. After making sure that the door is locked, I tried to look through the keyhole. But I saw nothing as it was dark.I just stood there and listened to his voice. He woke my mom up, and my mom started talking in a sleepy voice.Mom: What? You fucked me all. I sat down and felt really stupid as I kept my hands covering my knickers as my cock was still semi flacid I felt him place a hand on my stocking thigh .....''You really do look nice in those undies Brian .....your legs are so slim and in those nylons they look gorgeous'' he spoke quietly as he slid his hand along my thigh ......I was nervous but also excited at being seen and stroked like this by a mature man.''How does it make you feel Brian ....wearing those stockings'' he asked as he. Oh this is so much better than I even imagined. I am thankfulhis arms are around me for I feel so weak. He kisses me hungrily. I can feelhis cock responding to the touch of our bodies and my body responds in turn.Finally he releases me and I fall to my knees. Instead of feeling bad or evenself-conscious, it just feels so right. He reaches down and pets my head, runninghis hands through my hair. Again I relax into his touch and again he reacts,grabbing a huge handful of hair and pulling me up. I. ”“Well, fuck…” you say, before standing up. A pile of clothing spills out of the closet; her stuff, mostly. For a moment, THIS is the transgression that occupies your mind. Always leaving her shit just lying around. No goddamned respect for your SHARED space, for keeping a clean home…And you chuckle at the absurdity of it. No, that’s no reason to be mad at her. Not now…“Baby…” She leans forward, crawling toward you across the bed. “Baby, I’m so sor—”“Don’t.” You put up your hand, unable to look.