I thought I might have really screwed up. I’d told my mom about Miss Marty Muller, the English teacher I’d had sex with. And I’d told Marty that I’d had sex with my mom. Now, mom was showing Marty around the house. I’d grown more and more eager to have Marty over, COVID or no. We’d stopped seeing each other in late March as California locked down and my one attempt at phone sex hadn’t worked at all. Well, I came, of cours...