After I came of age in my late teens I realized my mom liked little boys. I guess my first memory was when I was about 8. My mom always gave me baths ...nd one day she was drying me off and I got hard. I can remember she kept rubing it with her hand. I just stood there in the tube and smiled cause it felt good I guess while she rubed it. My mom at that time was about 28 she was pretty had sandy blonde hair that fell over her shoulders and stood about 5 feet tall. She was a petite woman with small. Sure Becky said, she loved her friend who was very shy and insecure but a very good friend. The two girls looked at each other, and Karen quickly kissed Becky on the lips. Becky a little taken aback smiled not sure of what to say. "Sorry", Karen said "I don't know what came over me". Becky looked deep into Karens eyes and then kissed her full on the lips, not quickly, very slowly, their mouths opened their tongues touched Becky moved her hand to stroke Karen's breast. The she stood up removed. I was further excited by this sneaky action. I returned to the table, not knowing what to do about it if anything. Mary then went to the washroom herself. She gave the old guy a subtle smile as she passed him.When she returned I could see she was flushed and wasn’t sure why, we resumed small talk but she was still a bit distracted, maybe preoccupied. Until she positioned herself on her chair again and opened her legs at an angle that would allow only that old guy to see up her skirt. I dropped. I was expecting more action now. I was sure she too needs more but for disappointment he get lose his hold and hurriedly went outside was left hot and dry. I don’t see that man any more working their.I continue to watch her. I now knew she needs it. I slowly removed curtain and make sure she see me but I purposefully don’t watched her and but she could see me and when she came to wash cloth she saw me. I could make that with my corner of my eye. I try to be not taking care of her and on one day.