About me: as a young boy I still found her body beautiful
and mesmerizing. I would steal looks and peeks
whenever I could. I never thought of sex with my
mom, but was addicted to her body. As I grew older
and girls grew into women I was surrounded and
suffocated by the same shapes and figures I
loathed for. Everywhere I looked I saw breasts in
tank tops and asses in skin tight blue jeans. This
was before lulu lemons and tights. The way a
woman’s body curves in and out from her
shoulders, squeezes into
