She pulled my hands away to expose my erect prick to her motherly eyes. Then, turning me one way before turning me the other way, she exposed my naked...prick to her sister's slutty eyes.Again, something I never expected, shocking me and embarrassing me while sexually exciting me, she fondled the head of my prick with her fingertips. My mother was touching my prick. If it wasn't enough my mother was staring at my naked prick, my mother was touching my naked prick. Not stopping there, as if I was. I took the comic section of the paper to read while I waited for the oatmeal. Jane came in from her morning run. She immediately stripped off her sweatshirt to reveal a very damp sports bra. Her nipples stood out prominently from the sweat-soaked bra. I quickly went back to reading my comics."Jane, dear," said mom, "I've asked you time and again to please put on a shirt before you sit down to eat."Jane rolled her eyes and put the sweatshirt back on.Mom was just putting the bowls of oatmeal on. I grew up riding in boxcars with my mommy and daddy. That was back in the late forties and the world was a lot different then. There weren’t that many Hobos left even then. When W-W-Two broke out, lots of them joined the army or were able to get jobs in factories. Most of the Hobos were just regular Joe’s that had lost everything in the great depression. Of course, losing everything will make most men bitter. Lots of them did some pretty awful things to get by, but there were a bunch of good. Check the nearby houses, I’m sure my neighbors will be happy to lend us anything they have that will work! I’m going to see about finding us some extra help. I’ll be back as soon as I can!’ Tom took off with Charles and asked, ‘Who are you going to call?’ ‘I’m not sure yet. I thought I’d see if I could reach any of the other agents at the office, but I think just about all of the others are out of town for the holiday.’ Charles kept wrestling over and over in his mind on whether or not to call.