But it was what I happened to feel like writing at the moment, and I did put a few newer twists into it. If anyone wishes to archive this story, pleas... contact me. Mommy's DayBy Morpheus Dressed only in her white satin robe, Marion sat down, with her fresh cup of coffee, and began paging through the newspaper. She yawned, still trying to wake up. She ignored her son Jason, who slurped his cereal down rather noisily across the table from her. Suddenly he stopped, and looked up. "Happy mothers. Every metre along the way I was conscious of his body, of the slight spring in his step as he walked, of his thigh muscles clenchin’ and relaxin’. There was a thin trickle of sweat either side of his spine in the dip between the swell of his back muscles. I wanted to lick it, to follow it down his spine to his butt, to keep goin’ until I reached the sweet cleft of his arse and the hole within.I must have looked a bit dazed. “You OK, mate?” he asked, worried. When I took a moment or two to. She gave a naughty smile and shook her head telling me ok.I took pink ones from wardrobe and started unhooking the hooks of maurine one and grabbed her panty down. Now she is nude in front of me. I was getting hard on seeing her. She also have seen it and asked me to wear her pink ones and I did it. After that I told her that his husband is lucky as he is having such gorgeous wife like you. She became dull with my words. I went close to her and asked her the reason and she told me that her. He was one year older than me and we went to the same elementary school. We had chorus together. It’s a memory that haunts me. I was only in second grade. For our musical our teacher was pairing up boys and girls. She always liked me and picked me for special things. All I knew was I had to hold hands with a boy and dance around a Mexican sombrero. I was mortified the boy she paired me with would say ‘eww or gross’ because he had to hold my hand. She called out chris’s name and he had.