Son: “Mother, why are all those boys staring at me?”Mother: “Why else&hel
Son: “Mother, why are all those boys staring at me?”Mother: “Why else…. they think you are pretty!”Son: **GASPS** in appalled shock.Mother: “Don’t be so surprised! They are boys, so of course they do. Every boy on the beach is almost certainly looking at your cute little behind, and imagining taking off your pretty bikini g-strings, before fucking you”Son: “MOTHER!!!….. THAT’S AWFUL!Mother: “You say that, but deep down I know you really want to play with the boys.”Son: **GASPS**What confusing dreams these experiences would instill in the vulnerable, effeminate young boy, of all the “fun” he would have, playing with the boys on the beach. And what shameful emotions he would feel, upon waking up to his member pulsing into his bed sheets in ecstasy -- source link