Ch-1---------------------[Warning: In this triangle, father and son tussle after father and mother have falling out; bad feelings ensue, son and mother justly united.]*It wasn't my fault; I mean, you don't choose where you live before you're 18. For my part, I had to co-exist with my parents, which blessedly included my delightful mom but cursedly included her 'old man', my father.My mother was everything a boy could ask for in a mom, being helpful, loving, and supportive. She saved 'my bacon' as you will soon see. We had the most innocent of relationships.Even though I had started noticing women years ago, it never occurred to me that my own mom was also a woman. As I turned 18, mom was 40, a five foot two, hundred pound, vivacious (dyed) blond, with sparking blue eyes, sharp little nose, Hollywood dazzling smile, and a slim, well proportioned body, with plump breasts and shapely legs. Her slender ankles and smooth, sexy feet completed the picture. It was just as well I didn't
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