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A Friday night with mom

Mikey stood in the shower and let the hot water flow over his teen body. It was Friday night. The end of the school week. He'd attended his classes and worked his ass off in all his subjects, just like he'd agreed with his parents to do so. He was in his last year, the final stretch before his exams the coming summer, he knew that he couldn't afford to slack off, not if he wanted a job that paid well. But knowing and doing were always two different things, he found. In the past, try as he might, he just couldn't find the self-discipline to stick with his studies. He slacked off. He cut classes and skipped school. It wasn't that he was academically challenged, more a case of becoming bored easily. He found the lessons tedious, school a drag full stop. His teachers had called in his parents at the start of the year. He'd had to wait at home knowing that they were discussing him and his attitude. An hour and a half between them leaving the house till them arriving back. The look his father had given him upon their return told Mikey that he was in trouble. His father didn't speak to him at all that night, neither the next day. His mom had gone on through into the kitchen and stayed in there till she'd called for them to come and eat. When his father had eventually spoken to him, he called Mikey in to the front room and sat him down on the sofa across from where he sat in a chair. He laid out what he expected of his son during what remained of his time at school. He never once ...

... mentioned Mikey's poor attendance or performance at school. He told Mikey what was expected of him. How his life was to be lived while he remained under his parent's roof. What he could and could not do. Mikey's father then told him the deal clincher. He'd saved the best for last. After their talk both men had sat facing each other in silence. A minute passed, Mikey taking in what his father had just said. His father allowing the full weight of the gift he was allowing his son to partake of, should he do as he was told. His father had told him: do well at school during the week and come Friday night he'd be rewarded. It was now Friday night. Mikey had attended his classes and worked his ass off in all his subjects, just like he'd agreed with his parents to do. He was upstairs in the shower. Waiting for his reward. Aroused and erect. He heard his mom enter the bathroom before he saw her. Steam from the hot water clouded the air, fogging up the glass cubicle door, a fine mist of water rising towards the extracting fan built into the wall near the ceiling. Mikey took a step backwards across the shower tray. His back to the tiled wall as the cubicle door opened and his naked mother stepped in. He took in her womanly form. Her dark, long hair. Her naked shoulders and chest. Her generously full bosom and tender tummy. The way her hips filled out below her waist. Her shapely legs and small feet. The dark stip of hair that rose from between her legs and nestled atop her pubic mound. His ...