His class ended twenty minutes before his mother’s and he often sat at the back of the room…watching…twelve women, mostly between thirty and forty, stretching their bodies into advanced positions…holding…extending…spreading. His sexual awakening came at the yoga school. At least the inheritance from her mother left them enough so that she only had to work two days a week she had time to spend with her son.īilly was a quiet, withdrawn boy who never called attention to himself except by his good looks. She enrolled him at the Yoga school she attended. She was athletic and taught him soccer and baseball. She worried about her son Billy, but Megan did the best she could to fill the void left by the absence of a father. A series of unfortunate choices, and a serious lover who turned out to have ‘other commitments’ when he found out she was pregnant, left her to fend for herself. Megan’s self-pleasuring began after she ‘gave up’ men.
In fact, Megan did masturbate more than her son did-lots more.
A thought crossed William’s mind “she probably masturbates more than I do.” He’d had his suspicions before they moved into the small apartment the common wall their bedrooms shared confirmed it.
