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My Sun Also Rises Pt.1He is a junior in high school, never much into sports, and has a few friends from school. Mostly he spends a lot of time by himself. In his room with the door closed. I’ve tried to talk to him, but, well, you know. His mother decided to leave the house one day and never return. Didn’t pack any clothes, didn’t leave a note. Guess that’s why I can’t talk to him: I have no answers. But we survive and do what we have to do.One day I came home from work a little early and when I entered the house, heard someone running in the upstairs hallway and then a door slammed. I went up the stairs and saw his door closed, but that was normal. Walked into my bedroom and saw a dresser drawer open. It was her side of the bureau and the space where she kept her underwear and stockings and stuff. Odd. I had been meaning to bag all of her istanbul escort clothing and donate/trash it, but hadn’t taken the time yet. So all of her lingerie, ‘special’ outfits meant to entice me (or someone else), and even ‘marital aids’ were still where she’d left them. I shrugged it off, pushed the drawer in, yelled “I’m home” and went back down the stairs to fix dinner.After sa sumptuous meal which was comprised of a package of this boiled, a can of that heated, and minimal conversation, I told him to go finish his homework and I’d clean up the kitchen. I took my time washing and drying the dishes still thinking about that open dresser drawer. Made coffee for the following morning and grabbed a book I’d been trying to get into for the past month with little mental success. avcılar escort I went up the stairs and turned at the top to go to my room when I heard a muffled sound from behind his door. I paused and listened but heard nothing. Just as I was shifting my weight to continue to my room, the noise repeated itself. It sounded like a gasp followed by rapid breathing for a moment. And then nothing.”I’m gonna’ read for a bit before I go to sleep. See you in the morning.” I called to the door.”Okay, Dad.”Wow, a reply. That never happened. That rarely happened. That only happened when he was subconsiously filling an uncomfortable void. Something’s up, I thought walking into my room. Glancing at the drawer, I noticed it was ajar about a half inch. It was closed tightly when I’d pushed it in earlier.Still couldn’t wrap my şirinevler escort head around the book as I began reading in bed that night. Next morning was like any other. Woke him up, had breakfast, dressed and dropped him off at school on my way to work. But I didn’t go to work right away. Turned around and went back home. Straight to his room and gently began searching his dresser drawers (making certain I knew the position of them). Third drawer down, I found what I was searching for…….a pair of his mother’s panties. Oddly enough they brought back a flood of memories and I found myself staring at them and becoming aroused. White satin bikini style with a weird stitchy/lace kind of cut-out from the leg to the waistband. I reached for them and pulled them out. My fingers touching a damp spot, I knew my hunch was right. Bringing the fabric to my nose I inhaled the smell of semen. He used them to masturbate last night. That was the noise I’d heard coming to bed. It was his orgasm. Strangely, I wasn’t put off by the idea but drawn to it. He wore his mother’s panties to cum. I was hard as I brought the undergarment to my mouth and licked his wet spot.

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