17-10-2022, 11:16 AM
I was struck by her enthusiasm and wondered if My Parents' schedules permitted this effort but later My Mother talked My Father into it, after the fact.
Sleeping a few feet away, was Jennifer, My baby sister, now three months old. She was a gift from Heaven. I gazed through mirrors and around corners in the house to watch My Mother giving milk to Jenni. I felt like a voyeur, and could not resist the persistent urge to masturbate.
My Parents' first meeting with the boys was to take place the next Saturday. My Mother mentioned to My Father over dinner on the Friday night before that in her eagerness to get started with this ministry she had gotten Wade's phone number and met briefly with him and the other boys in the church parking lot.
We were impressed with her drive to meet the challenge of four mixed up young men who were facing an adulthood of problems and were without some special attention - attention she and My Father were trained to provide.
As we started for the church I was a little surprised that My Mother had worn a thin, synthetic chiffon see through saree which was three inches below her round deep navel . It revealed her breasts and cleavage through her very low and wide cut blouse.
This was not her usual style, but My Father assumed she wanted to look casual and youthful to set them at ease and I thought nothing of it. Back packs were in with young people, after all.
My parents met the boys in a small meeting room upstairs at the church. As I felt bored, I decided to stay outside the room but watched the proceedings now and then through window. My Parents were excited about getting acquainted with them and sat down with a commitment to get relaxed and learn about what made them tick.
My Mother was all smiles, upbeat, and told them that this was not the usual youth group meeting. She several times asked each of them to say whatever they wanted, and to think of her as their "special church mom" who was always there for them.
"And guys, we are going to throw away all the rules," she said with a smile.
ArokiaRaj was very charming, a tall, dark, muscular boy - they all looked like they worked out regularly. Albhonse was short but handsome and a kabadi player at the local high college. Sudalai Muthu smoked and stared hard at My Father when he reminded him the church was smoke-free. He was not happy about being here. Christopher was always smiling, especially at My Mother as she held the baby.
My Parents talked about youth group trips coming up, music, college, but skirted faith issues - no need to sound like they were trying to get into their spiritual heads. Eventually each of them expressed a good deal of anger toward their parents, society and stressed, particularly, how estranged they were from their mothers.
ArokiaRaj stared imploringly at them and said: "I need someone to mother me. I am so lonely and need nourishing." They all seemed to know the right buzz words.
Albhonse looked at Jenni sleeping peacefully in a portable crib My Father had set up on the floor. "She is lucky to have a loving mom," he said sadly.
Sleeping a few feet away, was Jennifer, My baby sister, now three months old. She was a gift from Heaven. I gazed through mirrors and around corners in the house to watch My Mother giving milk to Jenni. I felt like a voyeur, and could not resist the persistent urge to masturbate.
My Parents' first meeting with the boys was to take place the next Saturday. My Mother mentioned to My Father over dinner on the Friday night before that in her eagerness to get started with this ministry she had gotten Wade's phone number and met briefly with him and the other boys in the church parking lot.
We were impressed with her drive to meet the challenge of four mixed up young men who were facing an adulthood of problems and were without some special attention - attention she and My Father were trained to provide.
As we started for the church I was a little surprised that My Mother had worn a thin, synthetic chiffon see through saree which was three inches below her round deep navel . It revealed her breasts and cleavage through her very low and wide cut blouse.
This was not her usual style, but My Father assumed she wanted to look casual and youthful to set them at ease and I thought nothing of it. Back packs were in with young people, after all.
My parents met the boys in a small meeting room upstairs at the church. As I felt bored, I decided to stay outside the room but watched the proceedings now and then through window. My Parents were excited about getting acquainted with them and sat down with a commitment to get relaxed and learn about what made them tick.
My Mother was all smiles, upbeat, and told them that this was not the usual youth group meeting. She several times asked each of them to say whatever they wanted, and to think of her as their "special church mom" who was always there for them.
"And guys, we are going to throw away all the rules," she said with a smile.
ArokiaRaj was very charming, a tall, dark, muscular boy - they all looked like they worked out regularly. Albhonse was short but handsome and a kabadi player at the local high college. Sudalai Muthu smoked and stared hard at My Father when he reminded him the church was smoke-free. He was not happy about being here. Christopher was always smiling, especially at My Mother as she held the baby.
My Parents talked about youth group trips coming up, music, college, but skirted faith issues - no need to sound like they were trying to get into their spiritual heads. Eventually each of them expressed a good deal of anger toward their parents, society and stressed, particularly, how estranged they were from their mothers.
ArokiaRaj stared imploringly at them and said: "I need someone to mother me. I am so lonely and need nourishing." They all seemed to know the right buzz words.
Albhonse looked at Jenni sleeping peacefully in a portable crib My Father had set up on the floor. "She is lucky to have a loving mom," he said sadly.
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