That used to make the pages kind of stick together, which was both exciting and unimportant, because Dad had left behind quite a large collection.In t...e three years between when he moved out and the beginning of this story, Dad had 'visitation' reasonably often. I always expected him to ask me about those magazines, but he never did so. I guess he was embarrassed.I said earlier that I knew Mom was no dumb blond, yet it never occurred to me that the pecker tracks I left on my sheets would be. .uh." I couldn't make any reasonably coherent sound. Reluctantly I pulled my eyes away and slunk off to my room.I felt my face fushed with shame at my transgression. Good boys behave as gentlemen. They don't stare at naked ladies. I closed my bedroom door and sat on my bed, wondering if I would ever be able to look my aunt Brenda in the eyes again. Worse, I feared Aunt Brenda would tell my mom and THAT would cause the ultimate shame.Wallowing in my feelings of disgrace and embarassment I fell. " Give your old man a rest, dear," I said, imitating a wheeze. "Don't you kids hang out at the mall with your friends?" Just think of it as spending some quality time with me. I am sure it will be worth more than the money you will be spending!" Kezia grabbed the carkeys and tossed them to me."How many credit cards should I take? Five, six, seven?" All of them!"Even as I shook my head, I was walked to the car. This girl sure knew how to get her things done.At the mall, Kezia and I walked. As I moved back and forth between Lorna's legs she began moving opposite me as if riding my cock. Her movements weren't large at first, she began slow and small, but I could tell she was becoming quite aroused. "Let go of the desk and stand up slut," I commanded. Lorna let go of the desk she had been clinging so tightly to and stood up. As she rose, I waited until she just got upright then my arm shot out wrapping around her throat in a mimicked chokehold, only I wasn't choking her, I just.