It’s the middle of the night and I am sleeping good when I hear a light knock at the door. I instantly know its my son. So even though I am dressed for bed I go right to the door. I ask if he’s had a bad dream and needs to talk to Mommy. I invite him in and find out it was a dream but not necessarily a bad one. It was a sexual one about Mommy. I’m very understanding and can see by the bulge in his pajamas that he will need Mommy’s help to go back to bed. So I provide the necessary relief my son needs.

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