Aunt Sandy moves in to take care of her three nephews when their mother dies. The oldest, a 17-year-old, finds it difficult to adjust until her loving attention becomes very, very loving.
A story of the inevitable coming of age of a boy/young man.
I enjoyed writing this and I have some suspicion that occurences resembling this happen more often than we suspect.
I hope you get as much pleasure from reading it as I got writing it and as usual I would appreciate receiving your feedback on this tale, both positive and negative.
A man reminisces about his relationship with his mother as he grew up from a little boy to a teenager. It is a tale that defies what is thought of as the norm. It is a situation that 'just happened.' Everyone involved was a decent person, but Freud would have had a field day with this one.
Like every child, I always looked forward to Christmas morning. When I got into my teens the magic seemed to wear off a bit as the dolls and toys gave way to clothes, CDs and the usual teenager gifts. That all changed after I turned sixteen and started having sex with my parties. Ever since then, Christmas mornings have been extra special because now I look forward to my "special" Christmas present from my dad.
It all started between Brenda and me not long after I met her as my new freshman roomie. She took some photos of me for my boyfriend back home and before it was over I had my first experience with a girl outside my family. While we kept it between the two of us at first, things heated up when her married brother, father of two, got in the middle of us - literally. Although it had been quite a while since we were last together, like riding a bike some things just come back naturally.
Finally, my sophomore year was over and summer break was here. I had been wondering how my first few days would be after being gone for so long. Well, I needn't have worried as my parents had quite a homecoming planned for me.