Suddenly Eric pulled me off him and guided me back to sit up in front ofhim, straddling him with my dress pulled up so I could spread my legsand get m... knees in the air so that we could be face to face, nevertaking my hand of cock. He began kneading my ass and then whispered inmy ear, "I want to fuck you."Excitement flowed through me and I shivered as he started nibbling at myear."Can I fuck you?" he asked.Before I realized what I was saying I moaned, "Uuggghhh yes!"He continued kissing my neck. Again. this was not something all that out of the ordinary. Then i spotted that i'd picked up a 'tail'. A middle aged man who'd been jogging about in a track suit earlier was now, purely by coincidence i'm sure, taking a well earned breather and was walking slowly behind me... no doubt admiring the view. i let him do his but after a while he lost interest (or maybe got to feel that he was being too obvious) and he started to jog again, swiftly passing me and heading off down the path. Judging. I handed the cup to her and got another. My mother saw all that.“Train him right, Beth.”“I’m trying Missus Addison. He’ll learn. I’m patient and he’s fairly bright.” She grinned impishly. I decided to sip my coffee so said nothing.Mom started breakfast and I took my coffee to shave in the bathroom. “Where are you going, Gerald?”“I need to shave so I’m headed to the bathroom.”“Good. I want to watch.” I shrugged. She followed me out of the room and into the bathroom. Once inside, I wet my face. To compensate for her absence, she regularly bestowed me with expensive gifts. As far as I’m aware this way of growing up wasn’t a traumatic experience: I didn’t know better than that all children were raised by nannies and I certainly liked all those gifts. Therefore, the fact I saw my mother more often on television than in real life (being a cute, good looking children’s author she was a welcome guests on all kinds of game shows and talk shows) didn’t disturb me at all. Quite the contrary, I.