At the end of the hall she turned and her mouth opened slightly as if she was about to say something, but I could tell she was at a loss for words and...so silently she she turned again and continued into the other room.It was a few days later that what I thought would be a roadblock turned into a fortuitous event.I came home from school and heard Mom humming in the kitchen, something she hadn't done since Pete left."What's up?" I asked as I watched her peel some potatoes for supper.I could tell. The rougher and nastier he treated me, the more I liked it. I liked being slapped, being pinched, and all the rough stuff. I knew it wasn't abuse - I knew that Master Michael treated me this way because it is what I wanted, what I needed. If I was a softer more delicate submissive, he would be different with me. But I had explained my need to be the whore, to be the slut, and he understood my need completely. He would give me all I need and push me for more. I knelt there, panting and moaning. "Yes that would be lovely" I answered.We sat through the meeting listening intently to the speaker and asking relevant questions. As the speaker was winding up the meeting, my friend gently stroked the inside of my thigh brushing against my hardening cock. "Careful" I whispered, "I'll be cumming in my panties" Oh you naughty boy, wearing panties under your trousers" she whispered back. "Lets have a quick coffee" Ok, I replied quietly.We left the meeting and went to a local coffee shop where we. I felt her hips bump my butt.I turned around and there were her dark green eyes, surrounded by all that beautiful dark red hair."We can't do that, Phee," I croaked.She grinned!"I know that, silly. But it was so beautiful, because I could tell Mom loved it so much. It wasn't weird at all. You know how most kids don't even want to think about their parents doing it? I loved watching them. I knew that someday I'd get to do that. It was the first time I got horny."My hands slid up her back. No bra.