Today, the garage at his house would be called a man-cave but back then it was more of a rec-room.We were on the futon “making out” which consiste... of us French kissing and rubbing each other over our clothes as a preamble to me giving him head.I pulled him out of his pants and leaned over to take him in my mouth.He had his hand on my back and was rubbing it in little circles with just enough pressure to keep me from sitting up (I don’t know why, I had never refused to give him head or stop. Even in her absence, I am reminded of her absolute control over me. Every time I think about her I get an erection, but that cock cage made it painful. I think of her as I perform every task and many times lose myself in my housework. Scrubbing toilets, washing floors, vacuuming, anything that serves her has me yearning. There's much to be done today. I work at breakneck pace knowing I must be finished by late that afternoon.Its 5:00 PM, She has returned. I am on the floor in the living. I had been setting down my drink when Vincent's hand knocked my arm causing me to spill my drink all over my dress. I had gone upstairs to change my dress in Paul's and my private washroom. When I was changing Vincent walked in and apologized but he didn’t leave. The party in the first place had been Sandra and Vincent’s first year anniversary party is in Part 2 and Part 3. I had asked Vincent to come over. He told me he was just finishing work and was planning a night with the other seven. Will I? Maybe." Mom flopped on the bed and looked at me with her eagle eye. "Do you intend to seduce this Jim?" "Maybe, I don't know mother, but it is the ultimate act a female can perform isn't it?" She said nothing for a minute, just looking at me. "You virtually told your father that you intend to 'put out' as they say, and he's having a lot of trouble with the concept that his son can have sex with a male!" "But I'm not your son any more mother! I'm your daughter!" "There are a lot of ways.