She caught me looking at some pictures of her that I’d found. They were filthy and I was enjoying it.“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?�...� she asked, snatching the pictures from me. I was confused and didn’t know what to say, just trying to fumble my prick back into my trousers.“Leave it, you little pervert!” she commanded. I left it but it had lost its hardness and just peeped out of the zipper.“I’m sorry,” I stammered.“I’m not interested,” she replied. “Little perverts who look at. After lunch I also disappeared making sure that neither of the boys could find me though I knew exactly where they were all the time. As the sun set I snuck into mom's room using a little known and for me very tight passage that led from my room to hers. She was in bed reading and looking up with severe disapproval at my entrance, I was still naked, and at the sight of me her scowl deepened. 'What do you want…?' the last word went unsaid but I knew what she was thinking. 'I'm here to give you. How many auditions was that now? My mind flicked back to the dream. I shivered at my own foolishness. Horns honked furiously as I darted across the busy street. I told myself Daniel Carlton was probably an asshole anyway.*I fell back through the apartment door five hours later, smelling like alcohol, smoke and cheap cologne but armed with sixty-three dollars worth of tips. Alex was sitting up, doing the double Jerry - watching Tom and Jerry cartoons on the small television and eating Ben and. We went upstairs and in the lift she cuddled up againsthim. I was trembling with jealousy but meekly kept quiet andwatched Helena rubbing herself against him like a bitch in heat. Once inside the room, my wife, still openly ignoring mypresence, was all over him and he undid the zip of her dress whichslipped down around her ankles, soon to be followed by her sexyunderwear. Naked, save for her hold up stockings and high heels,which made her look like a call-girl, she offered herself to him. He.