She was caressing my arms. I could feel her warm breath, through my hair. Then she slowly brushed my hair away from my neck and softly kissed me behin... my ear. I heard gutteral moan and then realized I was making it. I was slowly losing control and completely forgot about Jim and the two other guys. As she was kissing me behind my ear, she slowly and deliberately ran her hands down from my shoulders, to the bottom of my dress. I had never felt anything like this the desire and the heat was. But as I’d expected, through that keyhole all I saw was the housekeeper snoring under her blankets – far from exciting.That I began to get so addicted to peeping at my mother while she was having sex with herself or one or more men, started to unnerve a little at a certain point. I slowly began to realize that certain girls in school, who had been giving me regular hard-ons several months ago, really didn’t do anything for me anymore. One night, when my mother was home again after having been. .." There's always a first time," I told her coldly.I glanced at Walter and saw that my words had gotten him somewhat aroused."Walt seems to like the idea, Joan. Have a look at him."Despite herself, she did look and saw him trying to hide his newly rising cock."No ... Walt ... No!"Reaching into my briefcase, I took out a tube of Astroglide lubricant. "Catch, Walt," I said and tossed it to him.He caught it one-handed and looked at it as if he'd never seen such a thing before."No ... Walt, you. He set her down at the table and pushed a plate of scrambled eggs at her. She stared at him, and then at the food, her stomach growling. Cautiously she picked up the fork and started eating, her eyes fixed on her plate, afraid to look at him. She finished and pushed the plate away and sat back in the chair. After what seemed like forever she gathered the courage to look up at him, just in time to see him push a bottle of water toward her. "Drink it, and then clean up." Was all he said. Then he.