Peeking On Mom
As a boy I was rather shy. Besides that I was a little heavy, and it was “baby fat” I would later grow out of, but at the time it seemed like more than it actually was. Simple things would make me blush and stammer and I lived too far from the school in a one car household to be involved in after school events, dances and the likes. So it added up to I wasn’t very popular with the girls classes and I was a tad socially backward at the age of 13. Dad always worked two or three jobs and wasn’t...