When I went down to the hall I saw my mom curled up on the sofa drinking coffee. I didn’t even bother to put on a shirt, I basically half jogged to ...er and got on top of her and started to kiss her. The beautiful aroma of coffee and my mothers perfume wafted through me and that just intensified the pleasure at the desperation of her kiss, like she wanted this really badly, made it much better. As she took off her shawl, I undressed her from her nightgown in 2seconds flat. From secretly watching. Then she told that she wanted to buy some inners.I asked her to buy a sexy bra thongs of 3 pairs.Then we went to another shop where I bought a jeans and a round neck t shirt for my chitti.And again I bought a full hand shirt leggins for her.Then after noon we came home and tried all those dresses.All are perfect.I lived her so much in those dresses.But her look was still so traditional.So I picked up her in the bike in the evening and took the famous beauty parlour.First she resisted to do. I wandered the East side looking for a better place to bunk. I knew there were the Municipal Lodging House and the Salvation Army shelter, as well as others. My mismatched shoes took me down Doyer Street. It was about 4 PM and the line for the shelter that had been set up in the old Chinese theatre had started to form. I got in line, talking to the others in line I found that the spread was jake and even if you didn't get a mattress, at least you could sleep on the floor out of the rain. I was. Lift. Check. Dry. Turn. Drop. Pulldown. Sit. Squat.Release. Wait. Release. Wait. Oh, come on! Release. Wait. Seriouslynow! Release. Wait. Done. Two sheets. Three plies. Front to back. Daub.Inspect. Drop. Stand. Pullup. Hitch. Smooth. Spread. Inspect. Flush.Put down. Wash. Dry. Mirror. Door.Fuck my life. Well, at least I wasn't yet having my period...I took a few minutes to organize my thoughts. Unlike most immature andreckless teenagers, I was disciplined in my thoughts, modest in mydesires,.