#42615 - He had only just about come to terms with the fact that his mother had already had to handle him to help him urinate. Carol peered over the top of her cup at her son, lying there on the top of the covers in his ‘jim-jams’ – tee-shirt and shorts, legs nicely muscled and tanned from his holiday in Greece. A couple of times he nearly made it, but that final effort, that final erotic image that would have helped him cross the sacred line, always in the end eluded him, and he would then curse and wallow in abject misery at his failure.
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