I was at the mall with my mom on Sunday when a sketchy-looking older man approached us. His eyes scanned my mom’s petite little body over, first at her perky tits, then moving down to her cute and shapely legs. He then asked if she was my mother. Being the bubbly and perhaps overtly friendly person she is, my mom smiled coyly and replied “Yes, yes I am!”
“Have you ever wanted to be in a movie with your son?” he asked. A puzzled look came over my mother’s face. “What type of movie?” she inquired.