I exaggerated my walk so that my butt cheeks moved up and down as much as I could make them.This time when James picked me up, I was wearing a dress, ...another of my new collection of thin, cotton, very short, skater type summer dresses. James looked disappointed when he saw me but I put the smile back on his face when I got into the car.As we drove off I told James that it was the dress shop first, then that I had an appointment at the hairdressers at 3 o’clock.“So what will you do between those. Here I would like to share my lust for my mother and how it all started and what did I do. My mother is not very beautiful, she does not have perfect figure..And neither she is thin.Actually she is fat (around 45 years of age) but has a sweet face like all mothers. I know this may upset many readers but I dont want to lie and tell a fictional story.I am a normal boy who is intrigued about sex and live in a joint family. I was always a studious boy and followed all rules and regulations imposed. " "Keri," I almost dropped my cup, "I think you just say these things to embarrass me." I know I was blushing a scarlet.My cheeks felt flush. "Like in that movie with Bill Murray," she was grinning now, obviously enjoying my predicament, "where he takes out the ice cream scoop and then the whisk." "Lookit, I don't think about any of that stuff," My pulse went up and my breathing was getting difficult, like I was having an anxiety attack; because, if the truth be known, I have thought of it a. "Good plan. Thanks for the assist, guys." Don't mention it," Mike grinned, as they led the screaming and kicking Roger off down the hall."Very heroic, Shiell," Maggie Benson said to me. "Very stupid, but very heroic. You can come over to my place later today, and I'll kiss it better," she grinned.I just grinned at her. Then I looked over and saw Missy. She was as white as a ghost. She didn't look like she could speak. I managed to stand up, gripping my head. "Ow," I said. "I hope my nose isn't.