I thought she would be outside or having a bath so sat there in drawing room at couch. after some time I heard a voice of shout and it was mom I scare... and ran to mom’s room it was close when I get a little close to door I heard more voices .it was definitely mom and she was moaning loudly, I was confused that what should I do. I opened the door slowly when I take a look in room my eyes stuck there.It was mom lying fully nude on bed and a man with a big cock was fucking mom wildly in doggy. On the walk home I got plenty of admiring stares and even awhistle, but it couldn't halt the tears that trickled. It was shit likethis that created the self-doubt, the inner demons twisted and knottedtight. It didn't matter how often or who said I looked pretty when Ilooked in the mirror, all I saw was a scrawny guy in a dress. All thatdid was terrorize me, why did Molly even like me? I was constantly afraidthat she would one day just say, sorry I found a real woman. That's whythis was such a. “what do you mean? How?” Marie was clearly puzzled.“Don’t you remember, in the old house, the bathroom was separate, not like the on-suite ones they build these days”, Mick said, reminiscing about where they grew up.“Yes, of course, there was never enough hot water, especially after you took a bath”, Marie countered accusatively.Mick laughed, “well if you remember it had one of those old-fashion locks, the type with a key-hole and a big key that went missing, so we could never lock the. It was easier to focus on the special treatment he'd always received from Mom, the way his maturity level sometimes didn't seem to have progressed in a decade, and forget that in those rare cases where I found myself needing help, he was often the first to offer it.It would have been weird if they continued to think I really was just trying to sell a story about a sex tape. We did sometimes play some elaborate jokes on one another. But even Dom, who always went a step further, would have had a.