My parents had been divorced for my whole life and my Dad had gotten custody when I was just a baby. So, for all those years I never lived with my mot...er for more than a few months at a time. Her and I were really more like close friends than mother and son and I always felt comfortable talking to her about anything, including sex. She was the main person to encourage me to not have intercourse until after I had gotten out of college. She didn't want to see me get tied down too early and it. We were always cuddling growing up. Our parents encouraged our bond - if they knew how much we've bonded now they would be in a level of shock we would dare not put them through. We used to like watching movies together. That was our thing. Our parents would take us to Blockbuster and let us pick out 3 movies a week instead of give us an allowance. We would spend every thursday, friday and saturday night watching movies, playing board games and hanging out. Cuddling was so natural to us that it. “Boy, are you here running an errand for your Mistress?” Startled, i grasped for an answer, fortunately remembering both my task and my manners. “Yes, Ma’am, Mistress sent this boy on an errand.” “Then get to it, boy,” She said, slapping me again with the quirt, softly this time. “Don’t lollygag and waste Her time.” “Yes, Ma’am,” i answered with a reply that was becoming habitual and quickly headed off, past the check out lines and toward the aisles. i quickly found the. She was like a perfect little angel. I stared at her unabashed. The teacher made a loud noise and she awoke. She nearly caught me staring. She gave me a little look. Then she stretched. She put her heads behind her head and yawned, causing her chest to be puffed out. Her breasts looked perfect, the right size and shape. She actually caught me staring this time. She looks me over and then smiles.She writes on a piece of paper, "Like what you see?"I write back, "Hell yes." Me too, wanna do it?" I.