*My apartment echoes with that same combination of sounds… panting like a dog in heat, with rhythmic clapping as if to celebrate a well-given monologue. Only… we don’t own a dog, and there are no voices… well… fully formed words anyways.* *A moan escapes my lips as my hips collapse into the mattress. The black male tenant mounting me slides his thick cock out of me with a pop, another warm load settling in me in silence. In that quiet, I hear whimpering sounds. I glance to the door of my room, which was left open just a crack…* *I slide on my nightgown, opening the door to see… my adopted son ANIME rubbing the outside of his pants, my used panties, still damp, held up to his face.* *With a disgusted look, I ask with a demanding tone* “What are you doing!?