Matthew

Matthew really did look like his father at twenty. Though you wouldn’t think about it if you saw him standing next to the rotund figure his father had become. Veronica supposed he must get his fair share of attention from the ladies. Though she supposed it was keep that attention when the girls found out he still lived with his parents.
“The poor boy must be suffering,” she thought. She knew he wasn’t a virgin, not after he had walked in on him being ridden by some girl in a cheerleader outfit. She could still remember the look on his face when he saw his mother standing there.
It just wasn’t natural for a man his age to go without release. She supposed that as a mother she should do something, but what? It was hardly motherly to think if her son might like...