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Pantie mom

... needed to do was to encourage a healthy interest in girls his own age, at least younger than me, and diverting his attention away from me, while teaching him how to be responsible as well. I also needed to rethink my own image of Tim in my mind, of him developing from a slightly shy little boy into a young, attractive, sexually active man with urges that had to be satisfied. *** The next day, on my lunch break I decided the best way to encourage a healthy sex drive in my son would be to provide him with some stimulating reading material for him to masturbate over. I went over to the newsstand near my office and picked out some of the men’s magazines containing scantily clad models wearing swimsuits and lingerie. The most nudity in them was one particularly revealing outfit worn by one model, a see-thru teddy clearly showing the girl's dark nipples and trimmed pussy. I also picked out one of the mainstream porno magazines that showed full nudity. As I flicked through the pages of spread-eagled, slutty women I was aware of the fat, balding, middle-aged newsstand owner watching me. I brought the magazines over to him and pushed a note onto the counter. "Yeah, there's some real hot girls in them magazines if you know what I mean, ehh?" the newsstand guy snickered as his eyes settled on the slightly visible cleavage of my breasts. His hand slid across the counter and brushed over mine as he took the money. "You know, I finish my shift here soon baby...how 'bought you and me gettin ...

... together for, you know?" he said lewdly as his gazed shifted briefly up to my face and returned to the view down my shirt. "Keep the change, jerk off, because that’s all you’ll be getting from me!" I replied as I grabbed the magazines and turned to leave. "Fuckin lezbos ehh?" the guy snickered to another male customer as I left the newsstand. "Fucking pig!" I muttered to myself as I walked back to my office, a shocked old man staring at me as we passed on the sidewalk. God help me, I thought, if I couldn't prevent my Tim from turning into a sleaze like that. "Hi honey, I'm home!" I called out as I let myself in again that afternoon. "Hi mom!" my son replied from the living room. I walked in to find him glued to the TV, playing the video game console he had gotten for his last birthday. I sat down, next to him, attempting to follow the game on screen. "Is this a new one?" I asked. "Yeah, its pretty cool. You get to steal cars and do missions and stuff...hang on..." Tim paused as his video game character machined gunned a group of people, before jumping into a car and speeding off. "Pretty cool huh?" he chuckled. "Looks pretty realistic." I smirked sarcastically. "Anyway honey, I got you something today." I opened my leather attache case and pulled out the magazines I had bought. Tim’s eyes glanced over quickly and went wide with interest. He let go of the game pad and held the magazines without blinking. I looked at the TV to see video game man crash his uncontrolled car into ...