Mother and Son
Fraidy Cat (Mother/son, inc, preg)By Anonymous found on the webEver since I was a little boy I was afraid of thunderstorms, and whenever there was a particularly violent one at night, I would run to my parents’ bedroom and climb into their big king size bed, where my mother would hold me until the storm abated. I literally shook with fear, and only the warmth of her body holding me close, and her soothing voice could calm me down.One such occasion when I was twelve took a different twist, we...