Out of four local papers there were only two jobs that piqued my interest at all: the security job and the local lumber company wanting a local delive...y person. There were a few of the hi-end jobs that required college degrees and lots of minimum wage entry jobs. Mom had given me the password so I could use her computer. I spent the next 3 hours looking for a job that I thought I would like.I decided to call it a night and headed to the shower. I washed my hair, shaved under my arms, lathered. You watch yourself my lad!" Mother laughed at me, "Some old ladies like to have a toy-boy." Little did she realise how near the truth that was.For a while I lay in the darkness waiting for sleep that wouldn't come. I gently stroked my prick as I replayed the scenes from mother's thoughts. Perhaps I should have been more shocked than I was but I surmised that, like Jean, mother wasn't getting the sex she wanted or needed at home. "Good luck to you mother," I muttered but I felt sorry for dad. He. I probably had three or four pounds saved from my sixpence a week pocket money, plus any accumulation from Christmas, birthday and penny-for-the-guy. We could afford a smart restaurant, and we travelled in our Sunday best in those days, stiff collar and school tie, jacket, trousers, shiny shoes. It was Dad’s decision, he was the knight of the road. So we stopped at a transport café. It was a wooden building, originally erected temporarily to cater for armoured tanks and troop transporters. Maybe, in a simple basic way, the women prior to Caren just didn’t do it for me, they didn’t smell right. It was Caren’s scent as well as a subtle combination of naivité and guile that gave her an artless compatibility with me. Last night was great, it was amazing. I didn’t have to curl up in mortification that my cock wimped out. It didn’t. It responded like a teenager’s cock meeting its first set of lips. I didn’t have to think about it. I just let things flow. I just let my instincts out.