He had left my mother's bed when I was 14 and moved into what we called the caba-a. It was their office at the time. Now it was a three-room suit with...large bedroom, a full kitchen, a gigantic bathroom and a sitting room. A perfect place for a teenager who craved a little privacy.I entered the main house through the open French doors. The house was patterned after an Italian villa, with tile floors, high ceilings, tile roof, and about 5000 square feet. As I walked in I spotted my mother across. They took turns licking my pussy while I crouchedover a boy's face while I orally pleasured another boy. As the boyapproached orgasm I would begin to deep throat him. Most of the boys hadnever experienced full shaft deep throat and they would yell in surpriseas cum erupted into my throat. I drank enough cum each day to keep mefrom being too hungry before dinner at home. Mom heard of my lunchtime activities and said that it was a good idea tokeep in practice. She then told me that I had to. “Hey, I was about to start on the yard. How would you like to cut the grass instead, and I’ll pay you.” I agreed. “Okay, I’ll be back”, I said. When I returned, he was glad to see me. “Good you made it. I’ll show how to work the lawnmower.” “Oh, I think I got it, we have one like it home.” “Okay, but just watch out for any rocks in the grass” About thirty minutes later, Jerry came out to check on me. Sweat ran down my face from the hard work. I asked, “May I have some water?” “Sure. Come. ”“You have a seriously amazing set of cheeks on you," I blurted out before I could stop myself. I paused, taking a breath to catch my thoughts. “And my ass is sore! What made you think I’d be okay with getting fucked?”“I sort of figured the drugs would release your inhibitions and relax you. You aren’t going to disown me now, are you?”I paused in eating my toast. Then, I placed my plate back on the tray and stood up. I watched her eyes follow my movements then drop to my raging boner that.