Mom hooks me up with her best friend
I limped into the kitchen after school, it was my senior year, and I had a club foot, so sports were out for me. I was big and not bad looking, with wide shoulders and dark wavy hair, a few girls seemed to like me, but most of them were creeped out by my twisted foot, so I usually just went straight home after school. If you read my other story, you know that Mom and I had a thing going. Dad was home, but we always managed to amuse ourselves until he left for his night club gig with the band. Mom was dressed in slacks, which was what a lot of women wore in the 50’s before jeans went big in the 60’s. She was cooking chicken stew, and I came up behind …