He lightly pulled the bra off my twin mounds and let it drop to the floor beside my blouse. I was getting slightly unsteady on my feet from being nerv...us. He guided me back slowly till I felt the bed on the back of my thighs. I sat down and he laid me back onto his bed. He began caressing my twin mounds knowing not to grab or squeeze them too hard. He treated them like two gentle creatures, rubbing, massaging and then began kissing them. His touch was so soft and his lips on my nipples were. "Yes, mom." James sighed in defeat. He finished the yogurt, and tossed the empty carton into the trash. He started towards the front of the house. "Where are you going?" Anne asked, stopping him in his tracks. "For a walk." He replied, beginning to move again. "Be careful. I expect you home in two hours, young lady." "What did you call me?" James asked, whipping his attention back to his mother. "I'm sorry, James. It's just that from behind....." Anne explained, somewhat embarrassed. James ran. In the darkness I could make out very little except for a faint flickering light coming from the open door of the kitchen. As quietly as possible I crept down the stairs. Staying as much in the shadows as I could I moved until I could see into the room. A figure stood hunched in front of the kitchen table with her back to me. She was busy loading something in a bag by the light of a candle. Suddenly I wasn't afraid. The figure was slight and obviously female. I stepped forward and flicked on. Hislife seemed to lack nothing except for one small thing.Some who knew Steve might have said that he was lacking somethingupstairs though that was not how Steve saw it. He did make ends meet asa trainer at the local Gold Gym, winning local muscleman contests andliving the bachelor/beach bum life along the sun drenched Pacific coast.Personally he enjoyed life, but he was never completely content with hisbody. Even after years of training he never could fully develop hispectoral muscles..