Sunday, 4 September 2011

Beach Mother 1

The boy lay next to his
sunbathing mother and watched
other boys and men look
longingly at her oiled and
near-naked body and he
suddenly understood, so he
went walkabout watching girls who
ignored him and mothers who
watched their chicks like hawks and he
found himself being those
other boys (and men) as he
approached his mother’s body and
saw her as they saw her, with those
small breasts in their hands and those
long legs wrapped around them and that
sweet mouth full of
demanding obscenities and a
queue behind of other men
(and boys) which he would
happily join.

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