My God! Was I dreaming? I pinched myself to make sure that I was not dreaming and decided now or never. I invited my mother to come in and made my bed...and asked her to sit down. I opened the side drawer and asked my mom to pick any thing that she wanted to read. She pulled out a small file wherein I had kept some hard copy print outs of the stories that I downloaded from the Internet. Well, each story was about mothers and sons and I was little unsure as to how she might react when once she. Then the breath mint tin mini survival kit in my daypack.“I’ll show you the primitive fire making ways, but you should consider them as your last options.” I then showed him a half dozen caveman methods. Including wasting one of his candy bars to polish the end of an aluminum can and using that to focus sunlight.That morning, as usual, he had a million questions, at the moment they centered around why I was reloading the shotgun. What followed was an explanation of why I put what loads in what. Now her beautiful soft underarm lay naked and exposed for the first time. It had tiny beads of sweat forming on the folds. Anita looked at me staring hungrily at her underarm. I raised her other arm and did the same. After I was done I gently blew at the moist underarm. My breath must have felt cold as she jerked her body. I told her this will make her feel cooler now and she wont sweat as much. Just staring at that beautiful armpit was very tempting for me. While she still had her arm raised. I reach down for the shampoo and methodically massage the liquid into my hair. Rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, I reach for the conditioner. It’s amazing how incredibly sensuous washing your hair can be. My senses tingling, I rinse the conditioner out. Dispensing body wash onto the loofa, I slowly begin washing my body, starting at my neck. I gently move to my breasts. I feel my sensitive nipples growing erect. Hands gingerly moving down my abdomen to my vagina, I quickly push the thought.