I want to f*** this goody two shoes, uptight teen that I know in his bedroom while his bitchy, mean, controlling mom walks in. Then I want him to finally stand up to her, kick his mom out and f*** me even harder. I want to see his newfound self-esteem and confidence as he tells me to scream his name loudly and c** for him. I want to swallow his nut then go downstairs and sit on his lap for their daily breakfast that his mom prepares, sarcastically reassuring her that her sweet little boy is still headed for that “prestigious” college that he’s clearly uninterested in. The one that he says she sucked a few dicks to get him into just so that she can have him close by & have something to brag about to her stuck-up friends because, I quote… “None of my other talents are brag worthy in their eyes.” After breakfast, we’ll remember our manners, thanks her for the lovely meal & wave goodbye as we laugh hysterically into the sunrise, both knowing that he’s never coming back to that hell hole of a house he’s been imprisoned to, nor that uncultured school for mama’s boys. I’ll encourage him to send her a postcard from the overseas institution every now and then.