It was about three or so when I walked into the house and started upstairs to change clothes when I heard familiar sounds coming from my parent's room... sounds that I heard quite often, but usually at night and I knew they were having sex. Since the heating duct that fed my room was the same that fed theirs, it wasn't too hard to hear just about everything that went on in their room and I thought I would listen in again.Normally the door to their room is closed when they are in there, but I. There was jazz playing, the lights were low, with a substantial crowdthroughout the place inside, I entered through the main entrance, saidhello to the doorman, who looked me over with a smile.Directed to a simple table, I first walked up to the players in thesmall combo, tilted my head with a smile and dropped a few dollarsinto their tip jar.My hair was past my shoulders but I had it clipped back, fun yetsophisticated.I leaned into the bar, opulent low amber lighting and style,. But despite this running conversation with myself in the back of my head, it turns out this guy hadplans of his own. His thrusting picks up intensity, little guttural moans come out of his throat, his eyesroll back in his head and, as the first spurt of cum enters my mouth, almost without even a consciousthought he pulls back all at once, his cock pops out of my mouth, his right hand jerks from my headdown to his cock, and he aims it right at me as his cock explodes all over my face. A jet of. Mother and my Aunt surprised me in a way, usually I would be put to work after the meal to clear the table, but this time we just sat and chatted. Emma looked different I thought, more feminine than I was used to seeing her at home, and I could tell from her shape that she must have on one of her corsets under her dress. But it was the make-up and heels she was wearing that surprised me. I couldn’t help wondering what Mother or my Aunt thought of her dressing like that, whether this was.