I told her the truth then, sorry staff; I have immunity problem and allergic to so many things. my friends told me to take breast milk for a week or s..., my immunity will get improved.[she don’t know that I talk about her often with my friends]that’s why I lied. I thought she will be angry on hearing this but she was expressionless on her face, I gained some confidence now and again asked her I need ur milk for one more week?? Please!! She then smiled at me, which means she accepted it. I was. Now I'm sure you're wondering exactly where I am in this story, and that is a good question. In this story, at this very moment, I am sitting at the foot of my mother's bed. More specifically I'm sitting naked at the foot of my mother's bed, staring into her mirror. You see, up until a few moments before the start of this story I was indeed your run of the mill thirteen year old, that is to say as run of the mill as you can be while going through puberty. This day was a normal day up until this. He told me his name was Pete, he lived on the East side about 20 miles out of town and that he was meeting his friends later on at another club, that I knew to be gay also. I guess he felt very strange standing there in sim-darkness with his pants down around he feet, talking to a stranger, butt naked, cock and balls hangin down, with someone that he thought could be a cop.By this time my cock was really hard and I think that he could see my hard cock in my pants with what little light was. ”“There may be some of that,” she said, as she slipped a hand across the bath towards me, “very soon.”Over the next few days business was pretty much as usual at home and at work. As we’ve been doing since before we were married we went to work together, and came home together. There was nothing at all that indicated any kind of infallibility on the part of Kim.We fucked just as often, and as hard core, as we’d always done. Kim was no prude in the sack, that’s for sure. Dirty talk, toys, oil,.