Half Nekkid Trauma To Child

What is more horrifying than taking a picture with your mother when you're a ten year old boy? Taking your picture with your mother when her breasts are pushed so close together that a dollar bill wouldn't fit between them. And believe you me, I fucking tried. Clearly, someone other than myself is to blame, because I didn't even know I could make them do that without some inappropriate hand-smooshing and groping. However, Ewe Girl, my fascinating friend with the big ole ta-tas (which is what makes her so fascinating) helped me harness the power of the girls and BAM! there they were. Holy fuck. I kept looking at them in the mirror, in shock and horror and possibly lust.
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They were great. So great in fact that I had to cover them with a dainty little sweater for the Mother/Son dance at Chicken's school. I didn't want anyone to think that his mother was a tramp or slut or getting laid or even thinking about getting laid. No sir. Mommies do not have sex or cleavage. Imagine my surprise when MANY mommies came to the dance displaying their wares in a way that made me sad that I forgot to bring my stash of ones I always take to the strip clubs. Then there were the mommies that haven't been allowed out of the house except to go grocery shopping since 1982 and squeezed their various parts into prom dresses. These dresses appeared to have actually made an appearance at PROM. There were also a few mommies that felt it necessary to cover every fucking inch of their bodies loosely in sequins and/or satin to deflect the lecherous gazes of the two men present. Then, there was Sam (me? remember me? the one with the cleavage? yeah, I knew you would) and the one other mommy I spoke to that night. We were cute, adult, wearing dresses that were befitting our station and yet not matronly in a old hag way. We were the hot but not slut moms, us two. We rocked and Chicken had a great time. The End.