And it haunted my mind... getting me more and more turned on.He was getting hornier and hornier too... I was a perfect candidate for him, he really li...ed the idea of turning a str8 boy for his first time, totally seducing and dominating a helpless guy. We clicked so well online, seemed to be perfect for each others fantasies... the words would turn each other on so perfectly. As we were chatting we kept throwing up the temptation of meeting up that very evening... this made it the most erotic. That evening, however, I went to my room right after supper and thought about what I'd seen.It was clear that WIll and Mom were fucking. That means that she's not fucking my dad who was away on a business trip. I started thinking about my dad, how I loved him, how masculine he is, how handsome, what might happen when he got home.As I thought about my dad, I realized that my hand was down inside my jeans and that I had a finger inside. That's when I knew.Mom had WIll, I wanted my father.I lay. As time went by she would get friendlier with, "Good morning Greg," or "Nice day Greg," even "Nice to see you Greg." Her smiles progressed to her batting her eyes at me whenever we met. I remember one time as she was about to pass me in the hall she (accidentally?) dropped one of her books on the floor. I picked it up and handed it to her. We stood there for the longest time both holding onto the book and staring into each other's eyes. It was like a magnetic force held us like that and we were. The look on my face gave me away."You did, didn't you?" Elizabeth gasped. "Who?" You don't want to know," I warned her."You're the one that's gotten all high and mighty about honesty," she snapped. "Tell me." For once in your life, trust me. You don't want to know," I repeated."I want to know," Dad said. "How did you find out? Tell her." When I was on Qerda, I had access to all their records. I learned some interesting things ... not good, but interesting. I discovered records that told of a.