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...

I am in my junior year at Columbia University in New York City. Technically, I still live at home, but I rarely stay there anymore. My mother has a new boyfriend about every three months. The house is small, it is noisy, and I have no privacy. I guess I shouldn’t complain. None of her lovers has ever made a pass at me, so I think I should consider myself lucky. There was one of her friends that I did get involved with a w...