Then my mother suggested we go to the kitchen were she made me a nice tuna sandwich. Tuna always reminded me of mother. The smell to be sure. My mom asked, while I poured me some Kool-Aid, why I stared at women all the time. She also wanted to know why my pants were always soiled and why my right hand was never visible. I tossed my head back and chuckled and asked if we had any pudding. She turned to the pantry causing my eyes to focus on her ample backside and I masturbated while chewing my sandwich.