Mom’s breasts were mere millimeters from my chest. I could just touch them if I leaned in a little.“You’re fine. Stop eating junk from outside!�...� She said in a typical motherly fashion. I smiled at her apologetically.Mom went back to folding the clothes, softly humming an old Hindi song. I kept my gaze transfixed on her. This was the first time I was looking at mom as a woman, and not just as my mother.I noticed the contours of her body, which was quite prominent, although covered in layers of. "Susan slipped into a peignoir set and we stayed in all day, enjoying the feel of each other and our clothes as we watched television. We were watching one movie in particular, "Clue", that got me aroused a bit, and Susan took notice of the tent in my tap pants. "Are you exited by the pretty maid, or her outfit?" she asked."The outfit," I said, "definitely the outfit. Quite sexy, don't you think?"***A few months passed and Susan hadn't surprised me with any new feminine garments. She had also. She was probably picturing me panicking, the way she had behind my house. To be honest, I almost did. Suddenly I felt very alone and very exposed. I mean, what if she took my clothes and biked back home? I’d have to ride home naked. But I was faster than she was. If I hurried, I could catch up and cut her off and make her give me my clothes back. But still, I’d be out nude on the trail, where everyone would see.Then I thought, no, she wouldn’t be that mean. She and my clothes were probably. That got Asper plenty close enough fer me ta stab at him with the point on my tomahawk.He brushed my tomahawk aside with his left arm; that bastard wuz a hell of a lot stronger than he looked! The point on my tomahawk head tore a gash in his shirt, but jus' scratched him a little on the side as he twisted out of the way. By now, he had turned loose of the whip an' leaned back ta pick up a short club like you see toughs carry in the city.I had recovered from my lunge an' flicked my wrist ta.