I'm looking for a story I had read some time ago. I beilieve the story was about a mother/son incest relationship where the son's wife could not get pregnant and the son's mother voluenteers to be a surrorgate....the title was something like "Good things come to those who wait."
The story started something like this..." Good things come to those who wait. That's what my mother always used to say to me and often I would wonder when these good things were finally going to happen to me. My mom was poor and I grew up without a lot of things, one of those being a good father. Mom left him when I was only four so I never really knew him, but from the things I was told about him when I was older, I got the impression I was better off not knowing him. Mom did a pretty good job bringing me up on her own. Even though we were poor, I had a happy childhood.
When I hit my teenage years I became a bit unruly, going out a lot to parties and dating young. That's when I really could have done with a father figure to have some rules set in place, some guidelines. My mom did her best, but she had to work nights just to keep food on our plates and pay the rent. The one thing my mother would always tell me, well nag me would be closer to the truth, was to tell her when I wanted to start having sex so that she could make sure I was on the pill. ...
If anyone could help me to locate this I'd appreciate it....
The story started something like this..." Good things come to those who wait. That's what my mother always used to say to me and often I would wonder when these good things were finally going to happen to me. My mom was poor and I grew up without a lot of things, one of those being a good father. Mom left him when I was only four so I never really knew him, but from the things I was told about him when I was older, I got the impression I was better off not knowing him. Mom did a pretty good job bringing me up on her own. Even though we were poor, I had a happy childhood.
When I hit my teenage years I became a bit unruly, going out a lot to parties and dating young. That's when I really could have done with a father figure to have some rules set in place, some guidelines. My mom did her best, but she had to work nights just to keep food on our plates and pay the rent. The one thing my mother would always tell me, well nag me would be closer to the truth, was to tell her when I wanted to start having sex so that she could make sure I was on the pill. ...
If anyone could help me to locate this I'd appreciate it....
