ONE NIGHT, JIMMY WENT TO THE KITCHEN, FEELING A LITTLE HUNGRY.
HE FOUND HIS MOM COOCKING, IN THAT SHORT SKIRT OF HERS.
OOOh, thats hot! I can feel my dick kick starting!
Her boobs look good as well. Not tiny like some of the girls in my class as school. I wonder how they feel to touch.
Oh Jimmy, what are you doing outside? Come in, I am baking an apple pir for you. I know, it`s your favourite! Would you like a bite?
Sure MOM! But what I would like even more is.. A bit of your tasty looking ass! It looks really yummy!
What are you…??!! Why you rotten son of a…
Let me take a better look please mum. I have been wondering what you wear inside on your bum. Wow! It`s a red thong! You sure have great taste mom!
What are you trying to do??? Don`t you realize. I`m your mother? You cannot come to the kitchen and start lifting up my clothes to look at my undervear!
It`s discuting, where did you learn such things?
But I was just… You told me to always follow my instincts, and this is what my instinct was.. to grab your lovely looking round ass and rub my dick on it. Even now my dick is hard with pleasure at seeing your red thong.
SSSSHHHUT UP!!! I dont want to har any more of your nonsense! Get out of here before I get really angry and do something you wont forget!
Poor Jimmy didn`t expect this. After all, he was only doing what his mother had taught him, to follow his instincts, and at the age, his instincts were in hid loins.
But Jimmy did not lose all hope. He had a plan in his juvenile brain!
He made his way to the garage behind the house where he kept his detective playthings from school
Jimmy hadalways known the hercule poirot mustache he had saved from the school play would come in handy sometimes. And the kitchen inspecotr uniform he hat to wear in last year`s hideous farce in the kid club`s fancy dress contest. I had always known the hercule poirot mustache i had saved from… oh wait, you just read that didn`t you? Let me skip and get to the meaty part of the story.
Back in the kitchen, maybe ten minutes, at the most twelwe, later.
BING BONG!!
Who`s that? I hope not Jimmy so soon, wonder what`s gor into the weird boy!
Peering through the door sees only a guy in an official dress.
Mrs. Svensen? I have an inspector to carry out! Could you please open the door? Don`t worry, i`m a truthworthly guy not a criminal in disgurse haha! This is not a detective book you know, hahaha!
Little does mrs. svensen realize that, the guy in the hercule poirot moustanche is actually her own son, Jimmy!
