This one's eyes are too small, red flag. This one's shirt's too loud, red flag. This one wears his hair the way my dead brother used to, red flag. It ...was exciting enough for me just to watch my wife move through the room and draw men's attention her way, but she soon grew frustrated with me. I knew I'd have to be less judgmental."This is Cory." My wife stood arm-in-arm with a black man who was three inches taller than me and ten years younger. He didn't look quite so tall when I'd waved my. She never commented on my obvious erection when I caught her half undressed, she also never commented on my bed sheets that were stained and stiff with my cum, which she could never have failed to miss. By the time I was 15 I had a collection of soft porn under my bed pages often spattered by my cum, by now I had taken to spying on mum on a regular basis on a number of occasions seeing her naked and as beautiful as I had imagined her.I got to the stage when I would masturbate with the door open. . I met my mothers parents once. When I was very little three or four I think. It didn’t go well. We didn’t stay long. Then again. It was a random thing. I was Ten. We were shopping for my birthday present at the mall. They stayed civil due to the atmosphere. But even I knew they were very uncomfortable. I was not wanted. That was more my grandmother than grandfather. He slipped me a fifty dollar bill when the women were talking said happy birthday. Then left very quickly. Leaving his wife. Mom was teary eyed, but kept it together. Dad was, well, Dad. They took me out to the Ranch, and I settled into my new room, the one on the other side of the main buildings from the Dorms. I was still me, just a few days older, but in the eyes of the Law, way older than I had been. s great, and I loved the music. I made a note (mental) to go back when I could.With a few odd turns here and there (there's so much to see in Texas), we eventually made it home.I stayed in the guest room, and it was.