Realising what I had done, I felt a wave of heat surge through me. I can’t even remember my Father, but I can still clearly remember the first time I ever had the chance to spy on my Mother. xxx18 Mum didn’t know about my fantasies and I wasn’t about to tell her about them, either. But what should I do? It was broad and dimpled, round and smooth, creamy white, with that exciting dark valley dividing its luscious halves. “You shouldn’t have to do that, son,” She said, “We should be living closer to town, and then you’d have other friends around you.”
“Oh! I had stolen a pair of her sheer knickers that I kept hidden in my room. I do all the hard chores for her. Her slightly rounded belly with its pretty
