When Mom isn’t looking, I feel a hand up my skirt, caressing my ass. I press back into his touch.
I haven’t felt his hands on me since last weekend when he took my virginity.
We were lucky last week because Mom passed out after the party and didn’t hear me scream. The next morning she was so hung over, it was easy to sneak off and f**k all over again.
This weekend, she’s stone-cold sober. We’re going to have to be inventive if we want to get any time alone.
And I need some time alone.
Then, I see her open a bottle of wine. That doesn’t mean she’ll get toasted, but sometimes she’ll drink most of the bottle all by herself.
“Are you staying for dinner?” Mom asks.
“Or do you have another party tonight?”
“No more parties. I’ll stay for dinner. I’ll probably spend the night too.”
Mom
