And suddenly with heavy breath and increased speed of ramming my pussy, He cummed over my thighs..”Ohhh……Cant you bring condoms?” I asked him ...��Condoms spoil all pleasure” he said and sat on bed. ”and what if I get pregnant?” I asked again “you won’t, as I always ejaculate outside” he said “Hahaha” I just laughed teasingly. Actually I was not teasing him but my dad. “Would you like to eat something my dear?” I asked “Yaa…sure…I am hungry now” he said “So wait here I’ll bring for you.” I said and. [I digress: Yes, I am now educated enough to know that ingress is a noun, not a verb, but I liked the sound of it and thought I’d use it as if it was a verb. So, live with it.] I walked up the curved drive to the ornate front door, and examined it. A hanging bell ringer was beside the door, so I pulled it. The door was so solid that I failed to hear any bell, but within a few seconds the door was opened by a man in a butler’s uniform.“Mr Freeman?” he asked. I admitted to that. I tried diminishing my desire with distractions, tried to keep my hands busy so my fingers wouldn’t fiddle inside me- but nothing works. After about a week of not touching myself, I give in… I give in, and I feel that all my resistance only results in a greater reward. I lie on my back on my bed, with the darkness of the night like a seductive shroud around me. My eyes are closed and my breathing becomes shallow, anticipation shuddering through my eager body. My hand reaches for the bedside. . and I was forced to sit there in the closet and watch.Well, I guess I wasn’t forced to watch. But there was nothing else to do, and once I got over the shock (and the ick-factor) ... I’ve got to admit, it was sort of interesting watching Mom get used like a slut.Not just like a slut, I realized. My Mom was a slut - she’d known this guy for what, 40 minutes before bringing him home and letting him fuck her in like ninety different positions.I even rubbed a few out myself, just watching them..