Date: Wed, 25 Jun 2008 16:00:37 -0700 (PDT) From: adm2780 Subject: Second Time Around Chapter Fourteen All rights reserved. Other than downloading one copy for personal enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, except for reviews, without the written permission of the author. As in real life, the sexual themes unfold gradually and are kept to a realistic level. If you are looking for sex on every page, then this is not the story for you. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the author, Dwight Wilson, at adm2780@yahoo.com This story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between males, adult and minor. As such it is homoerotic, designed for the entertainment of mature adults. If you are not of legal age to read such material, or if the subject matter would create irresolvable personal moral dilemmas, please exit now. NOTE: Special thanks to Matthew for his time and efforts proof reading and editing the chapters. Want to read a couple of good stories? Try "Never Take Love For Granted" or "One Gift To Give". They are both excellent. Chapter Fourteen: Second Time Around It never ceased to amaze me how soundly kids could sleep. I wondered where, along the line of becoming an adult, we lose that ability to simply block out the world and its worries, and slip off into a period of total relaxation and rest. When I woke the next morning, both boys appeared to be in almost the same position as when they fell asleep. Mike used my arm as a pillow, while Frank had his head laying on my chest. The muscles in my arms and shoulders begged for relief. Regardless of how my muscles felt, I lay in the bed, holding my sons, and admired them. There was no doubt that they were two of the most beautiful boys anyone could ever hope to have the privilege of seeing or knowing. I remembered someone telling me that boys were one of God's most beautiful creations and, to appreciate that, you had to be able to observe them nude. Observing my boys nude was never an issue. But it was more than just their physical beauty, they had a joie de vivre . Combining their attitudes towards life and their physical beauty, you had two wonderful gifts. As teenagers, there was another issue. They weren't as light as they used to be. When they were little it was easy to pick them up and move them; not any more. I twisted here and scooted there until I worked my way out from under them. Ending up on my knees with my hands supporting me on either side of them, I bent down and gave each boy a little kiss on the cheek. They were accustomed to me doing that with them, and seemed to enjoy the brief intimacy that said I loved them. They weren't accustomed to what I did next. I'm not sure why I did it, other than it just felt right. As I tried to gently back off the bed and not disturb them, I reached down and kissed each boy on his lower cheek. Having been escorted to bed by my sons the previous evening, I had not pulled out my pajamas. When I opened my bag, I not only found my lounging pajamas, but an envelope. It was the same envelope that I had left on the lamp table in Tampa for David. When I looked inside, all the money was still there plus a note that said the weekend was a gift from him to me and wishing me a happy holiday. All I could do was stand there and smile to myself. Turning to leave the room, I paused one more moment to admire my sleeping boys. It was almost like I was appreciating a beauty in them that I hadn't noticed before. As soon as I opened the bedroom door, I smelled the unmistakable aroma of fresh brewed coffee. It was hard to miss Mother's coffee. She always made it strong and drank it with no sugar and no cream. Both of my parents were big coffee drinkers. All of us could drink a cup of strong coffee and go to bed fifteen minutes later and sleep like a baby. It had to be genetic because both of my boys liked a cup in the morning. As I stepped into the kitchen, Mother was pouring a cup of coffee which she handed to me. I just looked at her. "I heard you trying to close the door quietly. Neither of the boys has learned that trick yet." "Good morning; and, thank you." "Did you sleep well?" "It's been a while since I slept that soundly. It felt good. Of course, the first thing I had to do was get two teenagers to settle down." "Why do I suspect that they decided they needed to sleep with you?" Mother grinned from ear to ear. "They've missed you. They haven't said much, but I could tell from the way they were acting yesterday that they were really looking forward to you getting here." "Since losing Kathy, it's been the three of us and I guess we've kind of grown accustomed to leaning on each other. I missed them, too, but to be honest, it was nice to have a few days to get their Christmas finished without having to sneak around on them. Usually, at this time of year, both of them are worse than preschoolers, snooping through the house, opening closets, looking under beds; the usual." "Sometimes, as a parent, you need a short break from your children; and, they need a break from you." "Mother, did you do what we discussed?" "Yes, I did. I did the same for Eric, also. I didn't want him feeling left out." "Good idea. There's one more thing I want to get for them, but I was waiting just in case you changed your mind. I'll need to "run an errand for you" and make a side trip to finish up today." We both sat there and laughed. How many times had that trick been pulled? "Richard, before you leave and go back home, we need to talk about some things. I want you to go with me to meet with an attorney; it's for estate planning." I just looked at Mother; this was not a good subject for this time of year. "We'll talk later, but I want you to know now that I'd like to do it before you go back." I just nodded my consent. When Mother was ready to tell me more, she would, and not before. There was no way that I was going to think about that conversation without worrying at least a little. Mother always believed in accepting the realities of life and then enjoying life itself. She said we would talk later; she never said there was nothing wrong. Watching her as she talked about the boys, the twinkle in her eyes told me she had really enjoyed having them around. I also guessed that they were beginning to take a toll on her energy reserves; teenage boys can do that. While we talked we heard one of the boys approaching. I was surprised to see that it wasn't Frank. Mike came in and sat next to his grandmother. He wasn't wearing a shirt. I was happy that he was awake enough to remember putting on some pants. When he leaned over and lay his head on the table, Mother rubbed his back for him. The way Mike moved and Mother smiled told me this wasn't the first time the scene had played out. That answered any questions about whether she was spoiling them. "Good morning, sleepy head," Mother greeted him. He looked at her through sleepy eyes and smiled just before he grunted. Mother grinned and kept rubbing his back. I was ignored. "Michael," Mother spoke to him softly, "don't you think that maybe you should get some more sleep?" "Can't," he answered, "I'm kinda half there and half awake. I don't wanna move but I hear everything." "How about some breakfast, kiddo?" My boys never turned down food. "I didn't smell anything cookin'. Can I have some coffee? . . . . Please?" For a moment I thought Mother may have spoiled my son out of his common courtesy. I think, though, that his mind was still at least half asleep and it took a moment for it to register that he hadn't spoken the courtesy word. I smiled and got him a small cup of coffee; no cream, no sugar. "Now, back to the original question. We've been waiting for you two sleepyheads to get up to have breakfast. Would you rather sleep some more or eat?" I knew better. "I need a shower first. What're we havin'? Who's cookin'?" Interesting question on his part. I wondered if it really made a difference whether I cooked his breakfast or his grandmother cooked. Thinking back to my childhood, I remembered that no one, not even my own mother, could cook better than Grandma. "Oh, how about some bacon, a couple of eggs over easy, grits and toast?" "Grits!? Daa-aad, you gotta be kiddin'! GRITS? . . .That's down right GROSS!" Michael was definitely awake now. "Grandma didn't give us none of that. Did ja, Grandma?" Why did my 'Dads' come out sounding bad and her 'Grandmas' came out like she was the saving angel? "Michael, you know your Daddy's just teasing you; although he does like grits. Why don't we try substituting some fresh fruit for the grits and add in some fresh, home-made orange juice?" Michael definitely perked up then. "See Dad. You need to listen ta Grandma more. She knows how to feed a grownin' boy. We need to stay healthy. Grits! . . .YUCK!" "Okay, you poor mistreated child of mine. How about you go get a quick shower and get dressed? Get your brother moving and breakfast will be ready in about fifteen or twenty minutes. Move it, kiddo." The mistreated child of mine was up and gone. "Fifteen or twenty minutes? Don't you think your rushing things?" Mother asked. "Mother, believe me, with those two all they have to know is that food is waiting on them and, if they're hungry, they'll be here. Besides, if I know my sons, Mike will go in there and roll his brother out of bed; probably tell him I said to get a move on. The two of them will hit the shower together, argue over who gets the shampoo first and, if we were home, they would both come wandering out wearing nothing but a towel around their waist and dripping wet." "HEEY!! WHAT THE . . .!" The exclamation was accompanied by a thud and Frank was out of bed. I just looked at Mother and shrugged my shoulders; she laughed. Mother was about to see the other side of my boys, the side that showed when they didn't act like sweet little angels. * * * * The phone rang and I was surprised when Mother said it was for me. When the phone call ended, I rejoined Mother and the boys to give them what I thought they would consider to be bad news. "Guess what, guys." My mistake. "You hafta go to a meetin'." There was Frank's uncanny perception again. "When we movin'?" "You know I just had a meeting in Tampa. This is a follow-up. I do it now and get it out of the way or, it might be rescheduled for next week. Do it now and we have peace next week; I promise." The boys just looked at me; they knew I really didn't like it when they acted passive. I preferred a little rebellion or, preferably, a little support. Passive was punishment; their way of saying they didn't like it, but accepted it because they didn't think there was any other choice. "Have you guys finished your shopping for the holidays?" "Mostly." "Mostly means not all. Right?" They nodded. "Suppose your Grandmother takes you to the mall to shop." I could see that wasn't doing anything for either of them. "Or, I could drop you off and let you shop and join you right after my meeting? We could finish our shopping and then come home and say . . . . try the hot tub?" That got a smile of approval. "I've completed my shopping, so I really don't need to go. Why don't you boys take some time together and go?" Mother's way of directing the action. "Of course, it would help me if you could let me know if you'd like something special for dinner tonight." "Home cookin', Grandma style." Frank knew how to brown-nose someone. "Richard, I've been cooking the boys special dishes since they arrived. Is there anything in particular you would like?" I looked at Mother and smiled. When she smiled back, I knew she had read my mind. "How about some Southern style chicken and dumplin's with a garden salad and maybe, a banana pudding?" That really got a smile from Mother. "DAD!" Mike exclaimed, surprising all of us. "Do you know how many carbs and calories are in that kinda meal? You know, you're not as young as you used ta be. You need to watch what you eat so you don't wind up bein' pudgy." Mother had to turn her back to avoid encouraging my outspoken son with her laughter. I just looked at him and he decided not to say any more. "I suppose you would like the dumplings prepared the way your Grandmother prepared them?" That got the big smile from me. Grandma always cooked everything from scratch. No frozen foods or canned foods allowed; everything fresh. She prepared her own dumplings and when she set the ball of dough out to roll and cut, she always cut a little corner off so I could sneak up behind her and snitch a piece. She always acted like it was a big surprise that I would do such a thing. If I didn't, Sunday dinner at Grandma's just wasn't the same. My appointment was set for eleven-thirty. We had agreed on a brief talk in the office and then a brief lunch session. I was both impressed and pleased that the gentlemen stayed with the plan. Of course, the fact that we were so close to the holiday and everyone was busy probably didn't hurt. Coming out of the meeting I was left with the distinct impression that the job would be mine for the taking; and soon, if I wanted it. The boys didn't think I would be with them until around two, so I did have just a little time to accomplish what I needed, to complete my personal shopping. Leaving the meeting, I headed for another mall across town. Locating the jewelry store I wanted, I headed straight there. I bought each of the boys a nice gold chain necklace. They were old enough to appreciate its value and be responsible; Mike might have been the exception, but I hoped for the best. While there I needed to find one more gift. David had slipped my envelope back in my bags and included a nice note. When I left him, I knew how I felt and was well aware of what was beginning to happen. During the weekend I realized that David was beginning to get under my skin. I thought about him quite a bit and I knew he preferred older men. I also knew it wouldn't be practical and wasn't sure I was ready to go that route just yet. I still had the boys to consider and I didn't want to create any issues with, or for, them. Still, I wanted to get something for David. Locating the Marks & Morgan store, I bought him a nice half-carat diamond stud earring set. I knew his ears, or at least one ear, was pierced and the idea of a stud earring seemed to fit. Whether he wore one, or both, would his choice. The store contacted its Tampa affiliate and the gift was delivered from there in time for the holiday. Returning to the mall where I had left the boys, a quick call on the cell phone got us all connected. They had a couple of packages in their hands and wanted to drop them in the car. We walked out and on the way back they wanted to get something nice for Mother. It seems her watch had broken. She dropped it and something fell on it, and that was that. Thinking about it, I remembered that it was a platinum watch Dad gave her for one of their anniversaries. Nothing could replace it, so we needed to find something nice, but different. We needed to locate the M&M store here. There was a saleslady that appeared to be close to Mother's age, but she was busy; we waited. While we waited, the boys wanted to know if they could get something nice for Sean. They were totally unaware that I had gotten something nice for Sean that his mother would give him Christmas Eve. To tell the boys would spoil the part of the surprise that was for them. I was trapped. I had to choose between spoiling the surprise or going with the flow. It's always easier to swim downstream. The saleslady made me very happy that we waited. She knew exactly how to talk to the boys to find out what they were looking for. She knew the right questions to ask about Mother to guess at her taste. The lady immediately suggested that the boys not even look at one section of the watch display. When I peeked in, I agreed; too gaudy. She showed the boys several watches and I stood back and just watched. When the saleslady began expressing her impression of their grandmother and stating she was a refined lady, you could see the boys' chests swell. This lady was definitely good at what she did. In the end, they picked out a nice Lady Bulova done in white gold with a few small diamonds clustered at the top of each side of the band. The diamonds were of the right size and quality to look really nice without being ostentatious. Their next gift was a little harder. The lady was showing the boys identification bracelets and necklaces. They even looked at an earring, something I wasn't sure Sean's mother would appreciate. I noticed that my boys, particularly Mike, kept looking at the earrings. If I had known, maybe I should have skipped the necklace for them and bought one pair of stud earrings and let them split it. After looking at almost everything and getting discouraged, I asked the lady if a bracelet could be made. My suggestion was to get an ID bracelet, but rather than one large piece with Sean's name, use three smaller units and put each of the boys names on it with something like 'best buds' or 'best friends'. Mike suggested 'friends forever'; it was done. The jeweler said he could have it ready for us before noon the next day. Good thing, since the next day was Christmas Eve. The boys were worried about getting it to Sean and I told them they could talk to him Christmas night and tell him we were shipping it overnight and that it would be there the next day. * * * * I could smell the banana pudding as I walked in the door. You could also smell the chicken cooking. The smell alone was enough to get the hunger pangs going. It was a good thing the boys and I grabbed a pretzel and a drink on the way out of the mall. When I looked at the clock, I was happy to see that we had done pretty well with our time. All the shopping was done; it was time to relax. "Boys, are you going to use the hot tub as usual?" Mother asked. "Yes, ma'am," they answered with this weird smile. Something was up. "Well, go ahead. I'll be in here cooking tonight's dinner. Your dad can join you just as soon as he helps me pull down the big pot I'll need. Okay?" Two giggling teenagers went bouncing off. Something was up, something the boys liked and I was sure I would find out about before too long. When the boys left, Mother motioned for me to sit down. "You and I both know that I always keep that big pot stored in the cabinet under the counter there. I wanted the boys to leave so you and I could talk privately. I had hoped there would be time for us to talk and thought it might be in the mornings while the boys slept in, but I don't think that's going to happen." Mother paused and I could tell she was thinking. "Richard, I guess this is more of a short lecture than a discussion because there's something I want to say to you; it's important for both of us. There are things that a father should teach his son. I am aware that your father never had a talk with you or showed you certain things; he didn't even show you the proper way to shave. I'm not trying to embarrass you and I'm doing my best to not embarrass myself. However, I wanted to say to you, to encourage you, don't make that same mistake with your sons. They are at an age where they need you to be their dad, not their father. I have the confidence in you to believe that you know when to be their friend, when to be their teacher, and when to be the disciplinarian; in other words, how to be their dad. Teach them to not be ashamed of anything and how to handle themselves. Make sure they are proud of who they are. Do you understand what I'm trying to say here? Too many teens get in trouble today because the parents are either too insecure or worried about social mores to do what is right for their children. Don't let social stigmas interfere with what they need to learn; you are the best person to teach them. Those boys adore you. I hope you realize just how fortunate you are." I looked at Mother and wasn't too sure what to say to her. I had a pretty good idea what she was trying to tell me. She was right; Dad never talked with me or showed me anything. Later, I found myself to be very insecure and uncertain about a lot of things and had to learn the hard way. I didn't want my boys going through all that. "There's one other thing I want you to know." Mother continued. "I know that you loved Kathy. I also believe that there was something missing. Richard, you have always been a little different and followed a different path. One day, I hope you find someone to share your life with, someone that can truly make you happy. What I'm trying to say is that if that choice is a little different from what most people consider normal, I'll support you and always love you. More to the point, if that person is not of the feminine gender, it will make no difference to me so long as I know that you are happy." I started to say something, but she stopped me. "While I'm doing this, I need to finish; please, let me. I think one of the boys may make the same choices – Michael. Give him, and Frank, the knowledge and the confidence they need to follow their own path. That's part of what I meant when I said teach them. Let them know you will always be there for them. Let them know their Grandmother will always love them and support them. Okay?" I didn't say anything, I couldn't. It took all I had to retain my composure. "Now, go. Your boys are waiting for you and don't be surprised." Everything was fine until that last phrase. I gave Mother a strange look and her response was to give me a little kiss on the forehead and push me towards the door. When I entered my room, I looked out the patio door and spotted the boys in the hot tub. They were smiling and laughing, but I couldn't hear any part of the conversation. Changing into a swim suit, I walked out to join them. As I approached the tub, they looked at me and started giggling. Laughing is one thing; that means the boys are just having a good time. Giggling is something that could be interpreted several ways; this time, it meant they were up to something. "Okay, fellas, time to share the warmth." I climbed into the tub as the boys spread apart. "Hey, Dad," Frank's tone told me it was coming, "have you ever tried sitting on one of these jets? They feel pretty wild." "Sure I have. Remember, I was using this old tub back when I was your age." "Man, that means this thing's a real antique," Mike added, proud of himself. "Careful, kiddo, this antique may arrange for you to never have to worry about getting there." "Oooooooooo . . .you steppin' in it now, bro," Frank started in, but they both just laughed. "Dad, did you hear Grandma when she said she'd be in the kitchen cookin'? You know what she meant?" "Yeah, that she'd be in the kitchen cookin'. She used to tell me that a lot." "Dad, you don't know what she really meant, do ya?" Pure mischief shown through their faces now. "Dad, she was tellin' us that she was gonna stay there and we could have our privacy. That's so we could do the same thing Grandma said you used to do all the time." I just looked at the two of them; both curious and concerned. What had Mother told them I used to do? "Dad," Frank had this exasperated tone, now, "Grandma said you used ta go skinny dippin' in here all the time. You just never told her and she didn't say anything 'cause she didn't want to embarrass you. Me and Mike's been doin' it every day since we got here." My two sons then turned and stood to show me their naked selves. I laughed. "You two have been skinny dippin' in this tub everyday?" "Yep," Frank said with a huge grin, "Grandma told us you used ta do it all the time. She said you liked ta sleep naked too." That one got to me; I just burst out laughing. How did Mother know that I slept nude? "Grandma said she walked into your room one night when she heard you talkin' in your sleep and groanin'. You'd kicked the covers off and were layin' on the bed without a stitch on. Didn't you ever notice she didn't come in your room without knockin' or callin' you?" My sons were now grinning like the Cheshire cat twins. "We just wanna know what you were dreamin' about that made you groan?" Devilment was written all over their faces. Sitting there, I thought about it, and realized they were right. There was a point where Mother never entered my room when the door was closed without knocking or calling me. More than once, if she had, she would have seen her not so innocent son having some boy type fun. I really laughed at myself when I remembered that, more than once, she'd knocked and I had a greased candle up my butt. There were a couple of times, too, that I had forgotten to lock the door. The next thing I knew, both legs were flying up in the air and I was losing my swim suit. Two boys were laughing like crazy and grabbing at me as fast as they could before I could say anything. I let them pull the suit off and just sat there, grinning to myself. "Hey, Dad," Mike interrupted my thoughts, "try sitting on a jet now. It feels really weird, and cool, too." I looked over and knew he had found a special place to sit. We enjoyed soaking in the hot tub. I did find my own special place to sit, and the boys acted silly like kids are supposed to do. I told them to settle down a little, because I needed to talk with them. "Guys, you know I had the meeting in Tampa, and then the meeting this morning. You're both old enough for us to talk straight with one another and I think you should be able to have some input on decisions that affect all of us. You were right, Frank, the meetings were job interviews. No one has offered me a position yet, but my instincts tell me it's coming. When the offer is made I need to be in a position to give them an answer fairly quickly." "You mean we'd be movin' down here?" Mike asked what I thought to be the obvious. "Yes. The position is as manager of a region for wealth management. Rather than working with clients to make large loans, I would supervise and advise a staff that does the same thing that I do now." "So it's a promotion for you, then," Frank observed and I nodded. "But, Dad," Michael was thinking things through, "what about our friends. What about Sean? I mean, he's only got us and he's kinda like a member of the family." "Mike, I can only say that I'll do my best to arrange for Sean to visit some, on long weekends and during holidays from school. That's all I can reasonably promise. I know the three of you are close and I'll try to help you keep that friendship." "That's why you suggested that bracelet today, isn't it?" Frank asked and again, I just nodded. "Guys, don't try to give me an answer now and I didn't mean to put a damper on your holiday. Also, understand that nothing is written in concrete, yet. I just wanted you to think about it and we can talk some more when you want to." My news put a bit of a damper on their hot tub fun. Both boys got quieter and eventually moved around so they could just lean on me. I put my arms around them and just held them close for a few minutes before suggesting we might want to get out of the tub before we turned into prunes. When we did get out of the tub, the boys didn't even bother with towels. They each grabbed an arm and pulled me into the bathroom where Frank quickly turned on the water. Here I was again, the main entrée in a teen boy sandwich. They were a little more subdued this time, but they were trying. I felt bad for dropping what was apparently a bomb on their holiday. Interestingly, Frank stepped back and left Mike standing in front of me. He had what I could only describe as a 'yearning' look in his eyes. Again, I both looked at and admired my boys. They wanted attention and needed me. I needed them. Using the shower gel and a soft cloth, I thoroughly washed Mike from head to toe. There was no rush and I made sure to take the time to tease him a little and let him enjoy the attention. When I ran my middle finger down through the crack in his butt, he whimpered and I heard Frank giggle. Little Mikey and his supporters got their attention also. When I finished with Mike, I gave the same attention to Frank. He really enjoyed the attention Little Frankie and the twins received followed by my finger traveling through his crack. Frank not only whimpered, but went up on his toes and stayed there. When my hand traveled across his pecs and I took a little extra time to pinch and then caress his nipples, I thought his knees would buckle. When I finished with Frank, the boys stood on either side of me and bathed me. It felt good. Both boys still had erections and it was all I could do not to laugh when I realized they were deliberately swatting my legs with them. A lot of people may not approve of what we were doing, but I was sure there were a lot of dads and a lot more sons that wished they could be this close. Both boys managed to give plenty of attention to my manhood, which they often referred to as Daddy-O. They spent a lot more time working on Daddy-O and my butt than I spent on them. When they finished with me, they sprang what they thought was their little conniving surprise. "Dad, you didn't get all of me clean. Little Mikey's still got some dirt on 'im. So does Little Frankie." Yeah . . . .uh-huh. I liked the idea that my boys would be so open with me. Wrapping an arm around each of them and pulling them in close for a light kiss on the forehead, I thought about what Mother had said about teaching them. I realized that she knew exactly what she was saying and what they needed. I felt blessed to be able to teach them and enjoy watching them. Both boys were still fully erect. Slipping my hands from around their waists, I reached down and firmly grasped their pride and joy. Both boys gasped slightly and exhaled slowly. I slowly squeezed and released their boyhoods and watched them rise on their toes and let their heads drop back. When I squeezed hard and didn't release, they both started whimpering. When I began the pumping motion, both boys lay their head on my shoulders. Soon, they had started their own pumping action and I just held them. One at a time, they began running their s hands over my back and chest. I whimpered when I felt a nipple squeezed, then two. Teenage boys who haven't had a release all afternoon, don't last very long. They didn't, and when the release came, it was strong. I marveled in the sounds and feel of their young bodies as they traveled through their orgasms. Both boys whimpered softly as their breathing returned to normal. Frank reached over and touched Mike. It was a signal from one to the other. I knew this when I felt one hand grip my manhood, and another cup my scrotum. Working them through their pleasures had gotten me worked up also; I didn't last long. The boys had to support me this time. * * * * The next day was Christmas Eve. My sister, Bonnie, would arrive with her family. Eric and the boys would become three silly kids and the adults would sit around and watch, and laugh at, their shenanigans. We lay in bed, me in the middle, partially covered by a beautiful naked gift on each side. "Dad," Mike called out quietly to me, "thanks for sendin' us down early. This's been one of the best Christmas holidays ever." That made my holiday. I rubbed their backs waiting for them to fall asleep and thinking about what Mother had said to me. Our home, when I was growing up, was one of Victorian propriety. I had always thought it was Mother that made sure it stayed that way. People would ask me why I always referred to my mother as Mother, and not Mom. I always believed that I had a Mother, but never a Mom. Growing up I had a mother and a dad. Now, I realized it wasn't Mother, but my father that enforced the Victorian values in our home. He never had a talk with me about sex or anything boys needed to know. I didn't have a Mother and Dad, I had a Mom and Father. How could I have been so stupid? "Dad?" Frank called out softly and I squeezed him to acknowledge. "Your laughin' at your thoughts again." I popped him on the butt; smart ass kid of mine. End Ch Fourteen To Be Continued Comments Welcome: contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com