Chapter 1

“Hey Mom, I’m Home!” (I’m Jim, 15, 5ft8)

“I’m in the kitchen honey.” (That’s Mona, my mom, 37, 5ft5)

“Oh wow ... what’s smells so good?”

“Cookies dear, I just made cookies.”

I went to grab one, but she slapped me away.

“They’re still hot honey!”

“Sorry?”

“Mom, I’ve got an assignment from my theater class.”

“What is it, honey?”

“It’s something about sharing an emotion with another person.”

“Oh that sounds very interesting. What do you propose to do?”

“I’ve got an idea, but I need your help.”

“Sure anything!”

“Slap me ... please.”

“What?”

“My idea was to get slapped for doing something inappropriate and then writing what it feels like.”

“How inappropriate are you talking about JIM?”

“I was thinking of something along the lines of illicit touching.”

“So, you want to touch me somewhere to get my reaction of a slap against your face?”

“I don’t know; I’m 15-years-old! What do I know about illicit touching?”

#Ding#

“Just a minute honey I’ve got to get the cookies out.”

She put back on her oven gloves to open the oven and take out the fabulously smelling cookies, Chocolate Chip!

After she was done putting them on the wax paper, so they would cool off, she came over to me.

“Do you know what you want to do as far as touching me?”

“I have an idea promise you won’t hit me too hard?”

“Go ahead, Jim.”

I approached her from the front and walked into a hug. I held her tight and after about 10 seconds, she put her hands around me, and her head leaned on my shoulder.

I moved my hands to her butt and pulled her towards me, to feel my erection ... I was very hard.

She stepped away and sharply slapped me!

I took three of the cooled off cookies and went up to my room. I left before she could say anything to me. I know, a shocker!

I was busy now writing out my feelings and my emotions as I heard my door open.

“Jim,” she said.

“Yeah mom.”

“I’m sorry I hit you so hard!”

“It’s okay. I got very good stuff to write about.”

“Can I see what you’re writing?”

“Okay, but don’t be offended, please?”

She leaned into my shoulder, read my thoughts and feelings and turned me around in my chair.

“I must say you got some acting skills coming on to me like that.”

“I had thought of asking Nancy (my older sister), but I didn’t want to freak her out.”

“You don’t think what you just did to me would freak me out?”

“Well, you and dad have moments like that all the time, don’t you?”

“Well, yes.”

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you, I really am.”

“That was actually the first time in a very long time that somebody squeezed my butt. Was there any particular reason you did that?”

“Well, no! I had the first thought of coming up behind you and grabbing your breasts ... being quite sure you that you would turn around and slap me.”

“I’m certain I would have. Why didn’t you do that?”