She worked in the field to ensure a meal. Being a young widow she was left to fend for her own. The people of her community would probably expect her ...o marry again after her mourning period had ended. Without any dowery she had little to expect from a future husband. But that was only one reason she wasn't rushing to end her mourning period. So far she was getting by on hard work. It kept her alive. After the morning ended and she was done working the fields, she mended some clothes. Then she. I woke up the next day and tossed on some clean clothes a t-shirt and some blue jeans. I grabbed the leather clothes from last night and put them into a bag. I went out to look for a place to get them cleaned because I did not know what kind of nasty skin problems that guy had.As I walked down the street I got a sharp pain in between my shoulder blades but I thought maybe I just slept wrong and kept walking. I found this place that cleaned leather clothes. The lady behind the desk said to come. Stopping in just a brief second of shock at the scene before her, but continuing in, she closed and locked the door. Turning, she asked ‘How long have you been doing this, Mark?’Embarrassed and half-naked sitting on the edge of the bathtub facing the toilet (where I would shoot my wad), I said, ‘Not long, Mom. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.’But at the same time, looking at my well-built mother in her thin cotton nightie made my cock throb all the more. Now, my mom is a hell of a good-looking. Inevitably some dribbled down her chin to fall on the shower floor, but she did her best to swallow most of it.Mitch was breathing hard, "Jamie, wow... that felt amazing. You have no idea what you do to me."Jamie replied, "I do know. You make me feel the same way." Little sister, we better get dressed. We both have to get to work, but after today we have the whole weekend ahead of us.They hugged, kissed softly, and then dried each other off."Meet me in the kitchen and I'll drop you off at.