Why I am turned on my the noise of my son having sex?The gentle rhyme of the bed's movements and slight whimpers escaping from my son are hypnotic. I ...ind myself drawn to them. I get out of bed and slowly walk down the hall towards Harper's room. I feel in a trance, like I'm out of my body, watching myself. I find the his bedroom door partially opened, and I peek in, and look upon a sight that almost makes me cum before I am even fully hard. My son's body is bent over the bed, his face buried. Why was life so unfair!? That was almost 20% of my potential annual income, and I hated the prospect!On top of all that, my whole business world came crashing down one day in late August when Mom was cleaning my room. She was dusting my bookshelves when she had a accident and knocked a book onto the floor. She was startled when money came gushing from the pages of the book. Yes, I was still storing my money among the pages of my books because I had never been able to think of a better place to. Reading the note, he shook his head, muttering, ‘Cynthia, Cynthia. There’s always hope. I’ll find a way.’ He knew that going and getting her now would be fruitless. Without hope, she would simply leave again. He had to have something to give her hope in before he could expect her to come back. He took the key she had left behind, made sure that her rent was paid for another month and headed back to the lab. In the lab, he found that all six rats had died, though not all of the same apparent. ..............................Good morning slut,I had to run out to do a few errands, after all, remember we are here for a work-related reason. I should be back in a few hours. In the meantime, I left what you should wear in the bathroom. Be sure to put on each item after your shower. I'll be back to lay at the pool this afternoon if it's nice.Xoxo,Trista..................................................Naturally I was both interested and a little worried to see what she had laid out for me..