own daughter. That night as I went to sleep I could hear Mom in her room. I could hear the buzzing of a vibrator, and I knew she was masturbating herself. I also assumed she was fantasizing about my boyfriend and that really made me mad, but then again, I guess it was better than having more strangers in her room using her. The next morning Mom was up and showering before me, which was very unusual. She spent a long time in her room getting ready, and when she came out I was