educating her son

[nladisha]

Ever since his father went away when he was 3, Tommy lived alone with his mother. As an only child, all the other children on teh block were his brothers and sisters. Perhaps that was why whatever charm his friends said he had with the ladies failed to get him a girlfriend: he had plenty of friends who were girls, but nothing romantic. Not that he wasn't attractive - at 5' 11" with evenly tanned skin and jet black hair, he looked rather handsome. Or cute, rather; though he was well toned and definitely not scrawny, even at 18, he still had a boyish continence to him. Even his face had a look of childish innocence. He was a big brother to all the younger girls, and a little brother to all the older girls. But he didn't think he had in in him - character-wise or physically-wise - to be thier lover.

It was a Friday afternoon when he arrived home from school. He tossed his pack down by the foyer and headed into the living room.

"Hey mom!" he hollered. "I'm home!"

 

[Epicene]

Naomi was dressed in a white t-shirt and some tight jeans when she heard her son's voice call throughout the house. She was in the ktichen nearby, on her hands and knees wash the floor by hand since their mop had broken weeks ago. "Welcome home honey! How was your day!" she responded as she got some more soapy water on the cloth she was using. She was cleaning a spilled spaghetti mess from the night before. It was one of the ways she kept herself distracted from an obvious need she craved. She had a decent DD cup size due to lactation when she gave birth to Tommy, but her body was in pristine condition save for one or two stretch marks around her waist.