I finally understood what all those other day dreaming boys had been carrying on about.Having discovered that physical outlet seemed to improve my oth...r behavior in front of my mother, and with all my friends at school. I didn't have the time or the energy to always be arguing or complaining to her, or them, about how bad things were in my life. I'd much rather be up in my room "studying" on my computer. I got in plenty of "studying" after that, abusing myself until my dick finally got too. ”I waited another minute and then I walked into the kitchen for breakfast. I stopped dead in my tracks. Mom was standing near the table and she was not wearing her usual T-shirt. I could see her great tits. They were uncovered and they were everything that I had thought that they would be. I knew from checking the labels in her bras that she was a 34-D but I really didn’t know what that meant. They were huge to say the least. I only knew of one teacher at school with a set like that. Mom’s skin. She took the jerky eagerly and thanked him before confirming that she lived on a farm. ‘Does anyone know you in town?’ ‘Of course! I’ve lived here the last ten years. But I can’t go to town with you!’ What would people think? Oh, my lord! What would people say? She could see the horrified looks, hear the accusations, imagine the old ladies with their heads together, whispering. ‘What am I going to do?’ The tears began again, much to James’ horror. Without thinking, he reached out and took her. And the professor's tone of voice had changed. "Mr. and Mrs. Phillips think the world of you. Besides caring for their tiny little boy so well, you have given them real hope, they said." The professor paused for a moment. "They could well need that," he added heavily.Hannah didn't say anything, but there was a clear question in her eyes. "Oh, I know them quite well. I went to school with Mr. Phillips' father," the professor said. "Alistair Phillips is my god-son. Besides, Mrs. Phillips' father.