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Please Mommy! part 1
Written by Silver Fox
The father of the family had left when he was 9 years old. Harold didn't blame his father for the divorce, he knew his mother was a bitch to live with. Not that she was mean to him, but rather stern. His mother at age 40 stayed a divorcee and got even more religious than she was when married. The daughter of a southern Baptist minister she was brought up with 3 other sisters and taught to walk a strict line by her parents. With the meager child support she got and the pay check as a book keeper for a hardware store, they were not exactly poor but lived frugal lives. She also cleaned several of the houses of the church parishioners from time to time for extra money.
Most of Harold's clothes came from either the church rummage sales or the goodwill store in the next town. Now and the he could talk his mom into splurging and buying him a pair of the fashionable sneakers that everyone wore.
Saturday morning his mother was sitting at the kitchen table drinking her usual cup of tea and waiting for Harold to come down for breakfast. Her bulky terry cloth robe hid her charms, which for a 40 year old woman were substantial. Although gravity was starting to work on her breasts, they were still very firm with large aureoles and thick nipples. Her stomach although you could definitely see a couple of rolls she was not really fat. Below here belly button was the beginning of a thin line of dark hair which went down to her mound and then spread over her vagina. Her legs were finely sculptured.
This morning her mind was in turmoil as she contemplated how to approach her son about his recent actions. Not only had she caught him trying to peek at her as she came out of the shower, she also found some dirty books stashed in his room! Then there was the wash clothe under his mattress all stuck together with sperm. She had also noticed it on his sheets and jockey shorts lately. She had always been taught that it was a sin to touch your self in a manner that he was apparently doing. Whenever she felt the urge she would keep herself busy or take a cold shower and pray for relief.
"Good morning mom."
"Good morning dear, eggs or pancakes this morning?"
"Ah I think I'll just grab a bowl of cereal, I have to meet the guys at the ball field."
"Alright but while you are eating we need to talk."
"What about?"
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