When we was a steamin’ here, there, an yon, my da and I be a singin’ at the top of our lungs. I don’t know if it was good singin’ or bad singi...’, but we passed many an hour that a way. “Our” song was, “A Boat Like Gideon Brown.” [1]Da’s a beltin’ out bass and I’m a squawkin’ away like a gull, wishin’ I had clever fingers like the girlys I met at school that sew and crochet and such, so might hap I could work a squeeze box and make a joyful noise. I get up as high on the pilot house roof as may. I knew Leticia because she had joined the football's training squad; students who help out taping and un-taping the players, stuff like that. Leticia was every bit the blonde bombshell. She wasn't the smartest girl I met, but with that full sized body she had, including the biggest set of who-who's at the school, not to mention her sweet voice, she didn't need smarts to be wanted by every guy at the school.When I got to her place, she only had a few things for me to help her with, none of them. "Emma, I am really sorry. I can't believe I said that. I am so low right now. I should go home.”“Don’t be sorry. Thank you for the compliment. I think both of us needed this and a little reassurance.”She hopped off the tailgate and stood in front of me. I looked up at her, still embarrassed, And saw she had her hands out for a hug. I let her step into me and we hugged. I found myself hugging her tightly and resting my head on her shoulder. There were tons of things going through my mind at. Mom said she didn t have a problem sharing a bed. Besides, we slept together on her bed numerous times, usually taking a catnap when she was tired.As we entered the dim room I shut the door behind me, grabbed Mom by the waist from behind and planted several kisses on her neck. Mom yell out “That tickles, baby!” and tried to pull away. I wrapped my arms around her and cupped both of her tits and pulled her back to me, pressing her plump ass against my groin. Mom managed to spin.