Once I saw her stomach come into view, I leaned over, kissed her tummy, and moved my face upwards to her braless boobs. Here I saw the nicest round fi...m boobs ever. I latched on her eraser like nipples nibbling and licking all over one boob then the next one.I asked her to remove her shirt and shorts. She tossed her shirt off faster then I blinked and slowly moved her shorts down her nice shapely legs. I took my clothes off as well, my hands were all shaking, and I could not stop it. She told. Late at night I hear the familiar sounds of banging and lustful screaming upstairs. I knew Charles was fucking my mother, but I did not know what fucking meant. None of my friends in 3rd grade did either. I had to know what they were doing. I quietly stepped up the stairs, one step at a time, holding my breath and listening. I realized there were more than two people in the room. I heard Kim, our downstairs neighbor and occasional babysitter, Charles, my mother, and C! On the top step, I. And then Madeira did the same.“Oh, hush you and accept that you have at least two sex slaves, four if you count Lewis and Janine, and I think that they would want to be included in that. I want to call you ‘Master,’ dear. I’ve always wanted you that way, deep down, though I didn’t know it yet. Sorry if I’m topping from the bottom here, but I hate to see you doubt yourself. Don’t. Be what you want to be. Be the Master, the Top. Don’t let guilt, shame, knee-jerk reactions, that Old Time religion. You can't fake that. So when she finally left, that'swhen I got my cue.I scale the fence, and climb to the roof via a tree in the back. Thosemonths of working out are finally paying off. And then I found it.Creeping slightly open. The window, for ventilation. I slowly step in.Everything looked in order, as it should. The bed, all made up, resting ona boxspring, and a wooden antique bedrest to top it off. A bunch of oldoutdated ceramic statues of what looked to be a long time canceled.