Title: Freddie's Mom
Author: Baron LeSade
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Publisher: Baron LeSade at Lots Cave
Length: 13,700 Words
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Opening the door, I fiddled around a little to give her time to slip into something, then I found my book just where I’d hidden it last night. Smugly smiling at my own clever ruse, I picked up the book and headed back out to the front of the house.
Stepping down the hall, I saw the door to her bedroom was open. She knew I would be coming back down the hallway. Surely she wouldn’t leave it open while she changed…would she? Looking out of the corner of my eye, I casually sauntered by the open door.
So, not finding Marsha in her bedroom, I headed on down to the kitchen, poked my head around the door and peeked into the kitchen just in time to catch her pulling her batch of brownies out of the oven. She had somehow managed to slip into a tee shirt and shorts. And now she was barefooted.
“Are they done?” I asked. When I spoke, I saw Marsha jump, nearly dumping the whole pan of brownies on the floor in front of the oven.
“You frightened me,” she complained, sliding the tray on top of the stove. “Yeah, they’re done. Did you find your book?”
“Sorry,” I apologized. “Uh, yeah, I found it,” I told her, holding the book up so she could see it. “Those brownies really smell good…I bet they taste good, too,” I went on, hinting that I wouldn’t mind trying one.
“I wish I could offer you one, but I can’t,” Marsha told me.
Why couldn’t she? What was wrong with them? Why couldn’t she give me just one?
“Uh, that’s okay,” I muttered, looking over at the brownies. “What’s wrong with them? They look fine to me.”
“There’s nothing wrong with them, per se,” she frowned, giving me an exasperated look. Then she stopped and looked at me for several long seconds, like she was considering something.
“I just can’t give you one,” she finally said, frowning.
“You baking them for a bake sale or something?” I charged on, now determined to sample one of Marsha’s mysterious brownies before I left.
“No, I’m not baking them for a bake sale or something,” she complained. “I just can’t give you one.”
Sensing a chink in Marsha’s armor, I bored in.
“Just one?” I grinned, looking over at the perplexing brownies.
She gave me another long exasperating look, then turned and looked over at the brownies, then back to me.
“Can you keep a secret?” she asked me as I saw her blush.
“Uh, yeah, I guess,” I told her, wondering what all the secrecy was about. And what was so special about the brownies that she couldn’t give me one?
“You’re sure,” she said, seriously. “You’ve got to promise not to ever tell anyone what I’m going to tell you. It could get me into a lot of trouble. I wasn’t expecting you…or anyone, to show up this evening…or I wouldn’t have baked the brownies, okay?”
What the fuck? But wait. Was this my opportunity? Could I use her secret to obtain the elusive prize I had come over to procure?
“Uh, yeah, I promise,” I told her smiling.
“My brownies have a special ingredient,” she told me, breaking off a corner of one and popping it into her mouth.
“What kind of special ingredient?” I dumbly asked.
“You promise?” she shyly grinned.
“Yeah, I promise,” I fussed.
The onset of puberty inevitably brings with it the dawning awareness of sexuality,
of a boy's inherent masculinity, and the struggle to put that sexuality into proper
perspective with internalized standards and parentally prescribed teachings. Through
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