They were still quick simple little pecks, but my imagination made them into something more than they might have been.There was my birthday gift. Jack...e gave me a mirror with butterflies on it. It was a little girl's toy, a music box, and the butterflies moved when the music was playing. But the song it played was "You Light Up My Life." I wanted to believe Jackie was giving me a subtle hint with this gift.Were these signals real or imagined? I did not have the perception to know, and I lacked. Nicky wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, "No he won't, he hasn't even acknowledged my presence since Mom died."John's thoughts flashed back to that terrible day.He and Nicky were in the Grapeville Woods, out behind the house, fucking like mad minks when a group of boys from the GCBA broke into the house demanding their "Association Dues." Since Dad was at work, and Mom didn't have any cash, they took them in "service" and small valuables.By the time John and Nicky got back to the house,. I don’t mind. We all seem to acquire nicknames at some point in our lives. Not much we can do about it. Anyhow, I was home from school during Christmas Break. This is the tale of how I had myself some fun in the City of Champions from the last days of December 2008 to mid-January 2009. Let’s just say that I explored the hedonist lifestyle. There isn’t much to do in Brockton. I ought to know, I grew up out here. I attended Brockton Community High School until June 2007, when I finally graduated.. Mom is doing nothing except saying it wrong and I am her son! I caressed her breast and pussy for sometime until I thought it’s safe to undress my mother. As I stopped to remove her blouse hooks, she laid there and did nothing like a hypnotized woman. I slowly opened her blouse as her naked breasts glistened in the low light as they became more visible. As I opened all the hooks and saw her nipples, I could not wait but to move to suck on them. May be a son’s instincts or may be a lover’s I.