The Making of a Perfect Slut Pt. 01

Pavel wasn't actually my own son. He was Dima's son from his first marriage. The young man was twenty-two, fourteen years younger than me. And yes, he didn't always call me Mom; most often he addressed me either by name or called me Aunt Lena. He only said Mom in certain cases when he wanted something from me. Right now... I kept getting closer and closer to the door, wanting to look inside and see what my son was doing (I'll call him that because I really did treat him like my own son despite his origin). Of course the moans I heard didn't give me the best feeling about what was happening in the room, but... but I still hoped I was wrong and that what I had heard wasn't what I thought.