..“Yeah, I know.” Nathan swiveled in his computer chair to face me. He leaned against the armrest, fist pressed against his cheek. “You were pee...ing through the door.”“You knew?” I asked. I didn't catch his eyes shift toward the door that night. Not once. “How did you—?”“You left the door cracked, Rena.”Duh. “Oh... right.” I fell silent. I wanted to say something, but the right words eluded me. I hadn't thought of what to say beyond telling him that I saw him and mom fucking. Nathan just sat. Mom was called away on business. By this time I had figured out the purpose of Mom’s cache of toys and had begun to accumulate toys of my own and to experiment with them. I masturbated regularly. That is to say when I woke up in the morning, in the afternoon after school, and in the evening when I retired. Perhaps, somehow, Dad had become aware of this propensity. One evening while Mom was gone, Dad fixed a particularly nice dinner and presented it more elegantly than usual. It was ordinary. .. boys, I mean... young men..." She took a sip of water. "That guys will... will have thoughts and.... and will fantasize." Another sip of water. "Girls... girls... I mean, everyone... I mean both sexes... masturbate. It's... it's a psychological and biological function. So... so... I don't... I don't think you should feel embarrassed about... about it. And... I... I can understand why... why you were watching Eileen, but... but..." She took another sip of water. "I'm not sure... that... that. Then she snatched my hair and yanked my head back, her evil grin betrayed by the love in her eyes as she bent down and tightly sealed her lips to mine. I parted her lips with my tongue, and she tightly gripped my cock to keep me from cumming while our tongues tangled and played in Eric's thick creamy cum as it drained into my mouth.Then she stood and looked down at me with a lusty smile as she grabbed my hand and brought it to her dripping wet cunt cruelly chiding, “Slide your fingers in. I.