Despite how anxious or sickly guilty I felt sneaking around the house like a creep, my heart pounding as I stole pairs of Mommy’s socks or underwear...to masturbate with, the daily memories of her contempt towards me filled and shaped my fantasies permanently.I visited her on Mother’s Day weekend, and she insisted that we go to play tennis at the courts provided by the condominium complex. I came dressed in a polo shirt and Dockers, and stated that I couldn’t play because I didn’t have sportswear. I usually take the soap to toilet without the knowledge of my mother and masturbate, I used the soap as a lubricant .One day my mom found that I am using toilet 5-6 times a day so she got suspicious and asked me about it… I said her that I am having loose motion, she left the topic doubtedly, on the same evening I went to toilet with a soap (in our house both bathroom and toilet are next to each other separated by a wall in between and also separate doors ) so I use to take the soap from. Curious, I quietly push the door open just a crack and have to stifle my own gasp at what I see. Maria, wearing nothing but her corset, is on her knees with her back to me. Jacob, the thirty-year-old stablehand, is standing in front of her with his hand on her head, holding her in place as he thrusts his cock into her mouth. I am frozen to the spot. I have never seen anything like this in my entire life, and I’m slightly confused by the emotions that I’m feeling. Disgusted, but also strangely. The moist grass reminded me that my feet were bare. Since the night air was so cold, lots of dew had settled on the grass beneath my feet. The tree between my house and Lily's house had such smooth branches that I had forgotten I was barefoot.Still in my teddy bear pyjamas, I walked over to where Mark had climbed over the fence. Using the small garbage bin that Mark used, I hoisted myself up and peeked over into Eddie's backyard. Every light was off except the light from Eddie's bedroom. The.