It was also a two way curiosity. We could feel his eyes on us, usually with less subtlety than ours on him. When we ran his eyes were always chest hei...ht and when we wore tight fitting clothes or bikinis, his eyes would follow our bottoms as we walked away. In the dormitory at night, to each other we called him the beast, or the pervert, for how he stared at us so sexually. But although we wouldn’t admit it to each other, we wanted to be noticed by him. It became secretly competitive to attract. Mrs. Cavanaugh was not with them. Shelia spotted us and came over too. Before I left I accepted an invitation to their house for a little cookout the following afternoon after church.Jane and Amanda also came over to talk to me. Both of them gave me big hugs and told me how sorry they were that we had lost. I told them next year would be a different story. And so it went, as friends and family all offered their congrats or sympathy. I was surprise to see my mom there with Dad and even more. "Oh my thats a lot son" she said quietly while staring at my penis as some more semen oozed from the tip. For a second it looked like she licked her lips like she might have enjoyed seeing it happen or perhaps missing the times she had it happen to her. I was putting more filthy thoughts of my mother into my mind by accident getting myself worked up again as I was still hard and incredibly horny. If she wasnt my mother but perhaps a girlfriend standing there in my room I would destroy her with. Her timing made my voice squeak when I answered. “IT’S ... its Olivia Rooney. She fell in the snow. She soaked and needs to warm up.”Mom moved closer still. “Olivia Rooney?” she asked and her face clouded over. Apparently, Anna wasn’t the only person to upset mom. “Why is she here, Seth?”“Don’t worry about that right now,” I said. “She’s shivering and her coat is soaked.”Mom crossed her arms in righteous indignation. It made her breasts bulge up through the opening in her top. “Oh, dear!” she.