Dad was at the kitchen table eating scrambled eggs with a fork in his left hand while his right hand tried to hold open a broadsheet newspaper.My mum ...tood near the stove and prepared scrambled eggs for me. She looked at Dad fumbling with the large newspaper and started laughing. I sat down opposite my dad, keen on talking to him."Dad, can I talk to you about my birthday?" Go ahead." Instead of putting the newspaper aside, he kept reading."You know how I wanted to get an exercise machine? Well,. After that, all of the guys had access to Clovis' backdoor pleasurecenter. They mostly left him wanting an ejaculation, but made himfinish just often enough that his need remained at an elevated level andhe was always sending signals to them that he was ready to go again.During the same period, now that he was fully hooked on guys, the girlsbegan to use him. He had never used his mouth on a pussy, consideringit distasteful and demeaning. But now they channeled his runaway sexdrive into doing. I then crawled into bed failing to notice the lump under the covers on the far side.I had just snuggled into my pillow and relaxed when suddenly a blinding light sprung forth from the lamp, on the other side of the bed. I turned and found myself looking up at a beautiful woman sitting up in bed and staring down at me.Both of us sprang from opposite sides of the bed in surprise and confronted one another, me in my boxer shorts and her in a very sexy silken chemise.I thought, oh no I've gotten. "How was your date with Sandra last night?" Mom asked while she emptied one of the paper grocery bags, handing me the contents one-by-one."It was good, Mom. We saw an action movie. It was Okay." That's good. I bought us steaks for dinner." Mmm," I replied. "I'm going to watch Nascar this afternoon."Mom let me know she was going out shopping again with a girlfriend of hers so I had the afternoon to myself. That really suited me. Every time I was around Mom all I could think about was what might.