FFF # 6

Friday means a new initial sentence from JJ at Purgatorian....which means more fiction for you...


The most embarrassing thing about the situation was actually NOT the fact that I had just walked in on my teenaged son wanking.

I knew that surely it must be happening from time to time, just as surely as you know that the characters on your favorite soap operas DO have to pee now and then, even though you don't see it on your screen and would prefer not to know the specifics.

We had not discussed it. I, the Queen of Cowards, had asked his stepfather to have "the talk" with him, and I was confident that numerous discussions had taken place.

Clearly, one conversation that had taken place included the transfer of a not-so-vital piece of information - the four digit pin number that would unlock parental controls from the cable reciever in our bedroom. Yes, my "baby" was watching porn while he was taking care of business.

In his defense, I was supposed to be out all afternoon, and he was home alone. It was a long way from the tiny little apartment we'd lived in when he was first born, when I was a young single mother, thrown out of my own home by angry parents. I did what I had to do to survive back then. My husband knows all about my past, but I had hoped to wait a few more years before I discussed it with my son. Maybe thirty or fourty years.

So, was I embarrassed about the fact that his jig was up, so to speak? Or that he was actually watching boobs on the boob tube? No, the MOST embarrassing thing about this little fiasco was when I realized that *I* was in the movie he was watching, and that from my reaction, HE had realized it too.

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