As I eat my breakfast I decided to ask my mom, very timidly, about the phone call, "Does this mean were going to have some stranger living with us? Does this mean I won't be able to be naked any more? I thought you liked -- all this?"
"Oh no, this is only the beginning my dear big boy. I've been waiting and planning a long time for all this. I intended to make you my very own toy. It took me along time to get rid of your father and too make sure that he couldn't afford a messy public divorce."
"You got rid of Dad?"
"Oh yes. He was so full of himself, thinking himself the master of his kingdom. He was much better off with those little bimbos he could dominate that I forced him to seek out. The first lesson you will learn my dearest David, is that there can only be one master in the bedroom and that is me. You silly father wanted to be the one to dominate this house like some king, but I kept him in check. Eventually he saw that he was only going to get any from one of those sex-retaries he could hire for that purpose."
"You're saying you wanted Dad gone?" I can't take this all in. I'm a bit overwhelmed with the recent exhausting sex and all.
"Yes, you Dad had the right equipment for job, which I was so happy you inherited, but he was just a poor performer. I could, and did, do a better job pleasing myself all those years than he ever was able to. I just bided my time till the money was in place and I was guaranteed to get what I wanted when I finally shoved him out. And I was waiting for you to ripen like some succulent fruit to be picked. You my dearest boy are ripe. You always were a slave to your hormones and cock, all those stained panties, bed spreads and tissues attested to that."
"You knew I jacked?" I suspected she did.
"Of course, and I tired to encourage it as best as I could, make sure to time my comings and goings to give you time to indulge yourself. Now the time is ripe. You like our little arrangement, don't you?"
"Oh yes."
"You don't want it to end, do you?"