He’d hurt his head, both arms, and his right knee, but if he cried, then Branth would win the game, so he wiped the tears away.He started up the sta...irs again, slowly this time, carefully testing each one in the darkness with one foot before stepping on it. Partway up, he misjudged things and ended up tumbling all the way down, landing flat on his back at the bottom.He’d hit his head again, and this time his mind grew foggy. Even after getting back to his feet, everything seemed floaty—it was. " Train him?" I giggled. "Like a dog?" Exactly," Mom laughed. "Train him to do the things you like and ignore what he wants to do. Men always want to do silly things, selfish things, and you have to teach him to want what you want." Okay," I said. "How do I do that though? Isn't it kinda hard if they're all grown up and everything?" It can be hard," Mom nodded. "But if you find a weak-willed momma's boy..." Momma's boy!" I laughed." ... it's a lot easier than you think," Mom continued, but she. Of course it was, so I peeked in. She was showering. I could see her silhouette through the curtain. Lovely and perfect. I knew, without being able to actually see, that her nipples were hard as she was obviously playing with herself, one hand between her thighs, the other on her breasts. I watched, and listened, as she sighed, her sigh turning to a moan. I was growing hard. Surprise surprise. I stood there, transfixed, thinking that I should give her some privacy or something. Instead, I kept. "You're a tough one. Okay, I give. We're serious. More serious than I expected." "Yeah." She gave a quick laugh. "Lara's been hitting me over the head with that question for weeks now. I'm in for tons of 'I told you so's. But that's okay. I didn't expect it to get serious either. I don't mind, though." "Me, neither." He pulled her a little closer and leaned in to kiss her. After, he urged her to sit next to him and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "You won't be the only one with friends.