Mom calls me into the department store changing room to ask my opinion on a pair of jeans and tshirt. "Why do you keep looking at the tshirt," she asks. "Does the colour not suit me?"
Mom lost a bet with me and has to pose in her underwear outside. "I stand in front of the window but not outside!" Mom says. "I can't believe I'm doing this! Don't tell anyone!"
[mom] Not only was your mom not able to get your bully to leave you alone, now she has to fuck him once a week just to keep it from getting any worse...
