It seems most young ladies aren’t nearly as aggressive as Laurie. And me? I have all the social skills of a fireplug. Plus, I always remained a scra...ny little twerp, so what would be the attraction?As much as I was thrilled to have my room and my bed back, the house actually felt way too empty for a while with just the three of us. Aunt Maxine in particular was a pretty cool lady, and I can admit now that I probably had a crush on her for a long time. Laurie would have laughed at that, but I. I walked carefully and stayed in the shadows.There was a girl about 14 on a blanket fingering herself. I was 18 and quickly got a hard on as I watched. I had seen her at school-her name was Beth. She was attractive for a young teen and had big handfuls of breasts. I got closer and could see and hear better-Beth was breathing harder and she was fingering faster. She was moaning and started talking out loud in a soft voice, ‘I’m ready. I’m going to cum. I’m going. Ohh.. As in very ill. I was too young to understand it or even to notice the gradual change, but when summer came I was sent away on camp. It was not something I wanted, or indeed enjoyed. I would much rather have spent the summer in the pool with Emma.When I came back even I noted that Mom had changed. She was very very thin - her arms and legs barely thicker than mine and her hair looked strange. She was wearing a wig because chemotherapy had taken her own hair.Three days before I started middle. Why did she call me a bastard when I loved her or so I thought?When she finished she got off me and said, “Okay little Beau, you can come now.”I looked at her uncomprehendingly. I said, “Can I be inside you?” She looked at me as if I were insane.She said, “You come I’ll watch.” I was everything including confused, frustrated, angry, and horny. And I needed to come. I stroked my self as my mother watched and just went at it non-stop until the first stream let fly. My eyes were closed so I.