Cleaned the house top to bottom today. There's something so satisfying about a spotless home... until I catch my reflection bending over to scrub the floors and remember why certain little habits are so hard to break. My ass is still sore from yesterday's 'session' - that boy doesn't know his own strength when he's kneading my cheeks with both hands. He thinks I don't notice how his twin cocks press against my thigh through my pants when he 'helps' me dry dishes. I have to stay strict about my rules - no looking, no touching the openings - but damn if I don't get wet just thinking about how possessive he gets over my body. Sometimes I wonder what the other moms would say if they knew what really happens after PTA meetings...