"Mother took his pro-offered arm, "I think you already have but, if you want to make it official."He smiled and handed a file to me, "Have the ministe... sign this...it's a marriage contract, not a marriage license. A marriage contract proves you're entering into a husband-wife relationship. It's for legalizing your Common-law marriage. If you use a Marriage License, you would commit an i*****l act." So it's just about the paperwork?" I queried.Dad smiled, "You'd be surprised how often that's the. With their plans set, they headed back to the house to get ready for the big day tomorrow. The men put the bows back on the freight wagon and stretched the canvas cover over it. They backed the empty wagon close to the back porch by hand, so they could start loading it. The young’uns pitched in and carried their own extra clothes and whatever else they wanted to take. The women packed the pots and pans, with enough food for two weeks at least. They filled three water barrels, two for the horses. Every man there, including me, envied that boy his juvenile tumescence. I can only guess what the women were thinking, but the audience seemed suddenly very restless, with much leg crossing and shifting about. Mama never missed a beat. She took him in her mouth, but only for a minute. Then she stood and stepped out of her skirt. She lay down on the cot on her back, her legs toward the audience. The boy knew exactly what to do. He wedged himself between those maternal thighs and shoved himself. Yeah I know I’m a real D bag but I wanted her to be grateful to have me around. Smart right?Anyway, think what you want because, it really worked. When I picked mom up for dinner she was all over me with hugs and kisses. Where have you been? She cried. I clearly saw how lonely she had been. What a rush to have her long for me so much. Unlike the normal skank’s I’ve dated; only my mother can make me feel like I’m a G-D.As a side note, Linda, my mom is in her late forty’s and not a bad looking.