I was looked after by one disinterested babysitter after another whilstmum was at work. They'd make a half-hearted attempt to cheer me up, thenthey'd ...ive up, tell me they can't make me feel any better if I didn'tknow what was wrong. I did, of course, know what it was, but I couldn'tsay. I was, after all a boy, and that was the way it had to be....Until that fateful morning of the 5th April 2013, when mum asked methe question, and I gave the answer that would change my life.The following. He continued kissing me as his hands started sliding upwards. He slid his hands inside my top and rubbed it on my stomach as he moved more up towards my boobs.I wasn’t wearing any bra. As soon as his hand touched my nipples, a bolt of current ran through my body. My legs weakened and I fell into his arms. He caught hold of me and shoved his tongue deeper into my mouth.After a few minutes of kissing and him playing with my boobies, we broke the kiss. We both were panting like dogs.“Show daddy. Carole came down fifteen minutes later, hair still wet and wearing a pair of pink jogging pants and a white tee shirt. Her nipples were protuding from the thin makerial of her tee shirt and you could see the outline of her nipple bars, she looked so sexy. As she sat on the love seat, Robert handed her a glass of wine, kissed her and said that he was going to have a shower and get into bed. As he kissed her his hand fondled her left tit and he made a comment about how her nipples can be seen. Then she turned and walked over toward the nightstand beside the bed.Turning to face me, she skimmed off the sweatshirt and the sweatpants, allowing me just enough time to see that she was completely naked underneath. Then she flipped off the light.“Get naked and come lie down on the bed,” she whispered. I did.“You can’t touch me,” she continued whispering. “But there’s nothing saying I can’t play with myself and that you can’t play with yourself.”The idea of masturbating next to her while she.