Mom's Lusty Lessons

Opening paragraphs:There were no tears in my mother's eyes when she stood on the porch watching me carry suitcases out to my old, beat-up Volkswagen. Mom's young for her 34 years, and she'd been restless about having a seventeen-year-old son around the house ever since she hooked up with the rich widower from town. My father had walked out over ten years ago, which is a fucking long time for a sexy, young-looking woman like my mother to have to set a "good example". And I'm at that stage where you're itching to make it on your own.When I'd stuffed the last box of my junk into the car, I came back to give Mom one fast hug. She was wearing a thin silk robe and expensive French perfume, both presents from her new man. My arms tightened about her in unexpected passion as our lips brushed together."Keep your toilet clean," Mom said. "Men never clean their toilets.""Those are real words to live by, Mom. I'll treasure them," I chuckled.