Mother
I had always been very close to my Mother so it was natural that I went to her. Life sometimes deals us a raw hand and that's what I was feeling. When I rang the doorbell, Mother opened the door and invited me inside. She was holding my six-month-old sister and I couldn't help but notice her blouse wasn't buttoned completely. I glanced at her cleavage and felt the twinge in my groin just like I had when I was younger. "What seems to be the problem, Tom," she asked. "She kicked me...