Growing up with my mother

Share via Email The sisters in their band, Soho, in Mark Baker My mum, aunty and I are strolling down the street with wooden shopping trolleys clasped in our right hands, mine a miniature version of theirs. Midway down the street, while my aunty is looking in a shop, someone comes up to Mum and clasps her in a warm embrace.

Growing up with my mother

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Fact was my mother was not only pretty damn hot, but lately had taken to wearing some revealing bathing suits when she went swimming. No, not a bathing Growing up with my mother that would be the fairly modest one piece she used to don when at the pool. What my mother was wearing these days was a bikini and a damn skimpy one.

So skimpy I was getting uncomfortable looking at her.

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If I was to be honest with myself the word was horny. However even though I had been well aware my mother was, for lack of a better word, a cougar, I had never seen her as anything but my mom.

Growing up with my mother

But the last month or so something had changed and I found myself looking at her more like an extremely desirable Milf rather than a parent. I sat back and tapped the steering wheel nervously as I recalled the way my cock had been stirring in my pants whenever I sat by the pool with her or when we watched TV and she lay on the couch with her long legs stretched out.

Last night had been a perfect example. Dad had to work late and as we sat on the couch watching the Sox game, Mom had slid over and grabbing my arm draped it over her shoulder as if she were my girlfriend.

That might not have been so bad had she been wearing more than the inappropriately short black silk robe she had been parading around in at night. Image for illustration purpose only. CandyXLove The material was thin and she had placed my hand dangerously close to her left breast.


I could feel her soft stomach beneath the robe, but more alarming was I could feel her nipple, her hard nipple, pressing into my arm. When I was a kid I would always give in to the pout because Mom said it meant she was sad.

When I got older and started thinking about and eventually having sex, I realized it worked on dad because mom had amazing lips.

Full and soft, I knew what that pout made my father think of. I sighed as I wondered what dad would think if he knew that several times in the last couple of weeks his son had envisioned those lip doing exactly what they did for him.

No sooner had that thought entered my mind I was confronted with the image of my mother on her knees looking up at me. Her blue eyes were wide and her lips pushed into that irresistible pout.

I forced myself to get out of the car and walk quickly along the fence in order to clear my head before I began replaying that dream. He put his hand up and gave an awkward wave at my mother who I had figured had looked up, and even from where I was I could see him turning red. He stood up and after saying something to his friends they entered his house.

As soon as I did I felt my stomach sink. There were two suitcases in the hallway which meant dad was going on the road. For years my father had been an inside sales rep for a company that manufactured custom car parts, but due to my starting college had taken a position in the outside sales division to make some extra commissions.

I felt bad because he was now traveling two to three days a week and I knew it was hard on him and mom who even after twenty years of marriage were very close.

That thought was cut off when it hit me that dad starting the new job was right about the time mom had started dressing differently. Was she trying to keep my father happier when he was here because she thought he would stray?

Or maybe just trying to make his time at home more enjoyable? As I entered the living room and made my way into the kitchen I figured that was not only a good explanation for her new wardrobe, but could explain her increased affection for me.

Maybe she was lonely without dad around. The two of them were downright sickening with the way they were all over each other so perhaps she was…what was the word, needy?

Opening the fridge and popping open a Coke, I shook my head; dad leaving was not going to help my dilemma with my mother. The nights he was gone were the ones mom seemed to act more like an attention starved girlfriend. Unfortunately dad had talked about doing this for at least six months and all I could do was hope mom would get used to it and go back to being normal.

I was going to head upstairs to study when my phone beeped telling me I had a text. I removed it from my pocket and saw it was from mom.Jun 17,  · As a growing number of families are separated as part of the Trump administration’s attempt to control illegal immigration, some parents are being deported before recovering their children.

Growing up with my mother

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Growing up, my mom and I were close, she was my best friend, but when high school rolled around, our personalities clashed.

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