My only strong point was that I was going to be able to blame my infatuation of my son on my friends' lurid behavior as we watched Jason mow yesterday. When they left, they both pretty much came straight out and said they had to go home and masturbate with the thought of my shirtless son helping them along. Until that time, I had only looked at him as my son, whom I had raised by myself for several years. Until yesterday, I'd never seen him as a stunning sexual specimen who needed to be unwrapped and used.

But they had changed my vision, and now I was struggling with...