"Poor thing. Massage his nuts like a good mommy, while I look for something else."

My mother's hand is lovingly caressing my scrotum and throbbing testicles. God I wish she would blow me right now.

"Here," says Rebecca as she holds out a handful of small plastic clothespins. My eyes bulge when Mom takes them and Rebecca adds, evenly, "On the skin of his balls."

It's not light under the tee shirt any more, it's darkness and stars I'm seeing behind my eyelids as the pins are applied. Mom's rubbing and pushing my thighs and keeping herself braced between my legs so I can't close them. Weirdly, I feel the...