"Harlan, please keep in touch. It's going to be hard for me at first not having you around," she said."Yeah to baby sit," I said, laughing. Her face d...rkened."Harlan—" Sorry, Jen, that was a cheap shot." Even though it's probably true, I thought. She tendered me a slight smile. "Say hello to Marie for me; I did love the babies."The divorce was uncontested and easy. Three months after our final meeting at the restaurant it was over. I was alone. I wasn't sure about her.The terms of the divorce. I had noticed that her adolescent body was showing signs of growing up. Her womanhood, and her little breasts were beginning to protrude from her chest. Her nipples too, provided visible evidence of her having reached puberty. It seemed like they were always visible, poking at her shirt. That reminded me of myself at that age. My wayward nipples were probably the main reason why my mother had made me begin wearing a bra. It wasn’t so much to hold my breasts in place as it was to try to keep my. Stevie, hug me, mom said. She moved her body to mine and pushed her naked butt against my cock, which quickly hardened. After the incident, I had tried to find out about fucking as much as I could. One of my friends invited me to watch his sister and her boyfriend. I learned a lot from two or three bouts of their uninhibited sex. Now was the time to put my new knowledge into play.With one hand I began to caress mom's breasts, and with the other hand moved to her pussy. Stevie, don't, she. One in particular was a tiny brunette (this sister was the red-head), who was tiny and petite. On this particular day, I was in my room and they were in hers. They were playing music loud, no parents home, and they eventually called me over to "judge" who's ass stuck out more (probably the root of why I'm an ass-man to this day?!). They each had tight jeans on, and they modeled for me. I stood there watching them, staring at their asses, (not too quick to judge!) I said I couldn't decide.