I became aware something was amiss when my boy had left and I went inside. I was barefoot and as I entered, I stood on something wet.It was dark and a... I closed the door quietly behind me, the goo, for want of an other word, oozed between my toes. Naturally I stooped and felt between my toes and felt this stuff, it certainly was not water, so I raised my fingers to my nose, and realized it was warm sperm.I froze, as I knew immediately how it got there, as only dad was in the house, and I knew. As I was mesmerized with what I was seeing, Kyle brought me back to reality saying, “Mom!”“Ah yes, the oil,” I said.I gently poured a few drops over Kate’s lower back and she twitched a little bit. I was beginning to feel wet myself. Then, Kyle prompted again, “Uh… mom, that’s not enough.”When I titled the bottle another time, I did so more than I should have and a generous portion splashed Kate’s back and much of it sprinkled onto her bottom and the crease of her cheeks.Kate squealed,. I could smell him. I wanted his hands on me and I writhed like a snake.“What are you? I’ve never seen a girl so eager before. Are you really this much of a slut?” He asked. I didn’t answer and so the next thing I knew he had a fist full of my hair in his hand and he had my head jerked back and my body fell with it. I screamed out in pain but I also thought it was the most wonderful sensation I had ever experienced. “I asked you a question and you’ll learn that when I ask a question I expect an. His words distract me, leave me dripping, squirming and on the verge of coming. Late afternoon teasing phone calls at my desk are the guiltiest of pleasures. I listen to him recount the desire to have me alone, backed up against the wall, large and masculine hands wandering, exploring the naughty panties beneath my hiked up skirt. Swallow hard, appear collected and say little to give us away. The constraints of just listening and the inability to respond with anything other than a hard swallow.