He was focused on school and didn't fall in to many girlfriends and sexual relationships. But now after the Army, things were changing. He had learned...a few things beyond fighting. Like; people are rarely what they act like, guys will chase a skirt anywhere, and they will pay through the nose for a beautiful slut. Her hand rubbing his groin stirred the Bull in him and his penis began to grow. He cleared his throat again as he adjusted his pants to let it have some room. Still no response. She. Moms birthday was coming up soon, and she would be turning thirty-five having given birth to me quite young.For her age, I had to admit that Mom had kept herself well fit, going to the gym at least twice every single week. 'Wait... No! Bad!... I will not think about Mom that way; I will not think about Mom that way, I will not think about Mom that way, I will not-' "Jarred" called my Mom from the bedroom, "can you come in here for a moment?" "Okay, mom," I yelled back, struggling to get rid of. . She doesn't need to be such a slut." But you're prettier!" I blurted, not sure where it came from. Both of us stammered and searched for responses."Naw... Kara... She's a model... Like... I don't know..."After a few moments, I continued with some cheesy lines. "But I like your eyes better... And your hair is so long and straight... And you are nicer... And smarter..." She blushed again, noticing that I was totally staring at her fuzzy sweater breasts."And, yeah. Kara envies these,". ? The apartmentcomplex bordered a fairly major street that ran just west of campus (whichcampus? it?s a major one, and if you want, maybe I?ll tell you), and I walkedout to that road, waiting in the tall bushes back from the sidewalk.? Because of it?s proximity to campus, the roadwas very well-lit with antique-looking ?gas? lamps, and the sidewalk was justagainst the curb.? I stood there,shivering in the early spring predawn, and waited until a pair of headlightspulled out of the gas station.