Last year I started spying on my mother and her boyfriend having sex. She is quite boisterous when she’s with Frank, and after watching them, I understand why. He is hung like a mule and fucks like a machine. After some time, I started having an affair with Frank. It was wrong, and I knew it, but I was always craving sex, and having him in the house was convenient. Our final encounter was on one of the rare Saturdays that...