mommy’s little toy

This is my first story so please feel free to critique and be objective, thank you.

It all started when I was 11 years old, my parents had been going through a messy divorce, constantly arguing, fighting, threatening each other, and forgetting about me. After a few months went by so did my dad, I found out later that he had been abusing my mom and was on the run. Dad had been in and out of the pen since I was born and the assault charges was strike 3 and he was gone forever I never really got to know him but he seemed like a dick.
Mom was a young 29 and with dad out of the picture mom wanted to make sure I wouldn’t turn out like him I would always tell her “mom I love you and im gonna make you really really proud of me you’ll see watch.” She’d just smile and pull me in for a bear hug. I was so still small so it felt like one. It wasn’t easy the first few months mom cried a lot and I was reaching puberty, boy was I reaching puberty and fast.
You see I was the small kid in class maybe 5 feet tall mom called me her little giant. The summer I turned 12 I was becoming a little giant in the 6 months since dad I shot up 7 inches! Mom freaked and started giving me my dads old clothes to say the least they were a little big but I made them work.
it was soon after my 12th birthday I bought my first porno mag ill never forget the way all of the girls in the magazine had these perfect tits and juicy round asses I wanted to fuck these women so badly.
So one night I was in my bedroom mom had just gone out grocery shopping and I had some privacy I stripped to my boxers and pulled out my 6 inches and got to jerking off I had my own little masturbation station with all the lube tissues and dirty socks a horny pre teen could ever need. As I was finshing up I heard the thunder from outside I hoped my mom was ok the grocery was only a few blocks and knowing mom she walked. She had always been a bit health conscious maintaining a healthy weight and physique. I never really paid attention because she always covered herself with baggy sweats to hide her bruises from dad. But now that he was gone she finally came out of her shell. Wearing dresses and skirts with tank tops she looked relieved. Anyways I lost my train of thought. Mom finally came home “hi sweetie im home and soaked can you help with the groceries and bring me a towel? Thanks.” I yelled back “sure mom” and ran to go greet her. I finally go to the door and to my surprise she was soaked from head to toe but what shocked me even more was what she was wearing a thin white tee shirt and tennis skirt let me put it this way her clothes were see through and wow.