My folks are divorced. My dad cheated on my mom when I was younger. It tore the f****y apart for a while. Eventually, after them trying to reconcile f...r a while, they gave up. In the divorce decree, my mom got full custody. My mom had to pick up two jobs because the c***d support was basically pittance. And, as early as 10, she stopped paying for a babysitter, and I was on my own after school for several hours. Around 12, when I finally realized what I could do with my penis, I also realized. ‘Take me to bed.’This was totally out of the blue. I was sure that it would happen one day, maybe even one day soon, yet I had expected an extended period of build up. ‘Are you sure?’I could see the nerves suddenly evaporate. ‘Oh yes! I’ve been ready for a while, waiting for you to make a move, until I realised that when you told me that you would wait, that is exactly what you meant, no pressure, no attempts to check if I’m ready, just wait until I gave you the sign.’ She then giggled, ‘No. Her income did indeed go down, just as she thought it would once school opened. Her studies seemed to be going well, she found the speed of my internet connection made her work at home easier than she was used to. We played cards in the evenings at least twice a week and we kept jockeying for who was in the lead on our continuous score pad (a steno pad). As long as the weather cooperated, we would do a day sail on my boat every second or third weekend. Other weekends we swam together, usually. Good grief! I had let this guy fuck me six ways from Sunday! I could feel myself turning red. I stepped into the bathroom and the sight of him changed my thinking. He was bent over the sink and had cleaned off his cock. The view of the side of his body, muscles taut, skin glistening had my cock stirring again. He looked at me, then moved over a bit, giving me some room at the sink. I quickly washed my cum off my chest remembering that I had two loads of his cum in me. That thought quickly.