Our bedrooms are down the upstairs hall from each other, and i noticed one night that she had left her door partly open. I was intrigued, as she alway... makes sure its shut property when she goes to bed. I crept down the hall and could hear her grunts and soft cries of pleasure. I peeked in, and my pussy started to pulse with the heat. She had a dim, bedside lamp on, and there was my mom, totally naked humping her pillow. She was riding it just the way i liked to ride mine, her sexy ass going up. Her dreams were full of sex. Her inner thighs were almost constantly wet from her body overproducing vagina juices in anticipation of the month long fuck fest. She wanted to masturbate, but every time she saw the gorgeous, lifeless body on her table, she refused. She didn't pay forty thousand gold credits to masturbate. She would get her money's worth or she would get her money back.She didn't want to make the diffuser potions, but she came to the sad realization that she would probably have to. “Its most exciting when you do this,” and she rubbed her finger in little circles over the top of her clit.He didn’t say anything but copied her movements, rubbing her in little circles. She was starting to respond inside, but she suppressed it, wanting this to be about him, not her.“You can rub hard, and then rub soft honey, let your body feel what I am feeling. You can change what you do depending on what you sense I am feeling.”She melted when she saw his concentration on what he was. I grew up in an era when homosexuality was not at all accepted in society and most homos and queers were very closeted.I did the normal things, i.e. dated girls, attended proms, and dances. My secret was safe, or so I thought. But during my senior year in High School my parents threw a big 18th birthday party for me. At the party, was a friend of my dad, a Mr. Rothstein. Mr. Rothstein managed to corner me in the library and make me to suck his cock. He said if I didn’t suck him off he would.