Managing his social life was something I was meticulous about. I refusedto lose another son to a woman. So I kept him mostly home, organisedplaydates ...ith other boys who were on the sissy side, nerds, dweebs andyounger kids.Girls too provided they showed the right attitude towards my baby, youknow mocking him, bossing him about and so on. Girls who would wear thepants whilst Parker wore one of kilts or culottes.When he got to an age where dating was on the cards I always provided ahandsome male. But her slender, tapered pianist's fingers, moving as cleverly as they did across the keyboard over which she was mistress, were what was most seductive about her, and when we first shook hands, I was electrified at the feel of them.It so happened that one evening, Kamari was giving me tuition on a powerful piece I had never been able to get right. "No feeling!" she was complaining from time to time. "No expression when you play!" She was very helpful and enthusiastic as usual but that evening,. Actually, Marilyn had been an attractive teenager, when you could think she was growing into a beautiful woman. She hadn’t, had hardly grown at all. “I just thought that the kids were getting a rotten deal. The wedding was years ago, and I’ve barely spoken to either one since. What about it?”“Well, one of the guests was their housekeeper, and Andy called her ‘Mrs. Byron’ or something. It seems that when she was hired, Jim thought it was wrong for his young kid to call a grown woman by her first. I can see so much of your beautiful body...especially your round ass cheeks, Mommy. Could I please have permission to hold and squeeze them?" My voice was coming from somewhere else, it seemed. "Please, Mommy...I've never touched another woman's body...and I want to touch yours so much..."She moved my hands from her waist around to the rise of her amazing round bubbly ass. My clit pounded between my legs as she pushed one of her strong, thick thighs up against my pussy, slipping her leg between.