"Mom, what are you doing?" Jon tried to yell it, but his voice went hoarse.
"I just thought we could watch one of the porn videos I bought you."
"You bought me porn videos?"
"Of course, honey. Pornography is good for a growing boy like you. It's the only way you'll become a real man."
Jon couldn't believe this. Yes, maybe he'd always dreamed of his parents being okay with it, but this was above and beyond that. His mother wants to watch it with him? That's just too far.
"I'll just put one in," she said, walking towards Jon's secret hiding place, where he stashed his magazines, as well as the stone, which fortunately was currently in his hand. The last thing he wanted was his mother finding it and making wishes in her state of mind. She reached in and grabbed a video. How many videos did he have in there?
She put it in his VCR and turned on the TV. Wait a minute, VCR? "What happened to my DVD player?"
"You can't watch porn videos on a DVD player, Jon." Were porn flicks the only movies he had?
As the movie came on, his mom sat on the bed with him, leaning against him, giving him a good view of her exposed breasts.
And they watched the movie.
It was torture.
