Of course, back then, my unfixed overhead was only a tenth of what it now was. Besides Rob and me, there were twenty seven other residents living on t...e farm. They all had to be housed and fed, and that just added to the pressure and worry I was already starting to feel.We were at the dinner table, having a meeting. It was around nine o'clock at night, and we were starting to get on each other's nerves, going over the same ground again and again. I'd been arguing with Rob about the need to cut. .. my thingie ... it won’t stop itching.’‘Let me see.’‘Mom!!!!’‘Look at me, son.’Timmy raised a reluctant face, but couldn’t meet her eyes.‘It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Whatever it is, I’m sure it happens to all boys. If your Dad was here he would have told you about it long ago.’He looked up at her, a tad happier. ‘You think you know what it is, Mommy?’‘Yes, I’m sure. Go up to the bathroom.’In the bathroom, she knelt in front of him and untied his pajama bottoms. ‘Pull your foreskin. At dinner, I made excuses for Shirley, telling the table that she wasn't feeling well enough to eat, but was hoping to make a strong enough recovery to attend the dance with us later. Halfway through dinner, Mama got up and excused herself. I didn't think too much about it. Perhaps she wanted to freshen up her make up, or go to the bathroom. When I saw her turn left instead of right at the top of the stairs though, I almost lost my appetite. She was definitely going to see a sight when she went. The other difficult thing was that my libido went through the roof. I wanted Ralph, I needed Ralph to make love to me. Or if he didn't want to make love, just to fuck my brains out. He wouldn't even cuddle.Kevin was the end of our romance. Ralph and I still made love, but it was predictable and he was always cautious about the "danger" of my becoming pregnant again. I could not take the pill, but he was careful always to use a condom and usually restricted our lovemaking to days near the tail.