"Goodnight, Bob," she said as she clicked off the light and rolled over on her left side, facing away from me.
I lay there with an erection. Melody's 'suggestion' ran through my mind. Did she say that because she knew? Did my mother speak to her? Have the two of them had s*x? I had no idea if my mother or Melody was bisexual, or if Melody was trying to instigate.
Was my mother just looking for a sign underneath the sheet? The casual nudity, the dildo, and watching me masturbate were all signs, but easily explained away by voyeurism and exhibitionism. I rolled onto my right side, facing the wall, and reminded myself again that watching isn't wanting.
I've read a lot of erotica -- no surprise there. How many times does the male character end up snuggled against the female, his hand holdin
