I know you had her suck your dick stepdad. Then you came and fucked me!? Now you’re going to go on the bed and let us both take care of you… When I tried again at lunch time, she flatly refused, saying that once a day should be enough. I was crushed. What had I done? She seemed to be okay with my extended check-up the night before, even pleased, and possibly excited.

Was that it? Had I crossed a boundary that betrayed the sexual nature of my ‘medical’ examination? I hoped not. Later that afternoon, Mom called me out to the studio. She was in the corner, holding one end of the tarp. Help me move these, will you Ben? I moved quickly to comply, not questioning her change of heart.

A dozen miniature statues were revealed, all of them of a woman in various sitting poses, mostly with an arched back and uplifted arms and breasts, and hair that fell to barely graze an elegant pair of shoulders bracketing a sleek neck. The breasts were well-matched to the woman’s slender form and perfectly shaped except for a tiny lump underneath the right breast, almost like a flaw in workmanship, or a signature. Mom, these are great. We’ve got to get them on the website right away.