It is my intention to be myself, and him making comments or telling me he doesn’t want to go anywhere with me because of the way I dress is hurtful (as normal as it is).Ī few days ago, I discussed these “lessons” I was trying to teach him with a friend and she told me he would “take all these lessons and bake them into a gentleman pie.” I really hope she is right. But I also love wearing dresses, heels, skinny jeans, and trying out new trends because that is who I am, and who I was long before I became his mother. I loved the outfits he picked for me, and dress like that on my own accord often. I also want my son to realize just because I am a mother it doesn’t mean I have to dress a certain way. No matter how you see her, she deserves respect. There is a way to look at a woman without staring or gawking. And he should always take heed on how he looks at people, especially women.
Gets along well with his classmates, does alright in school, plays. I also let him know what someone puts on their body isn’t an invitation, for him or anyone else, ever. Wish I’d never seen it: I’ve always thought that my 16-year-old son Trevor was a pretty normal kid. If he feels like wearing something, even though none of his peers are, I want him to feel like he can. However, I want him to have the inner confidence to step out of the box if he wants. If he is comfortable dressing in a way that makes him feel like he blends in, I think that is great. I told him judging people for what they wear is very transparent, and he will be missing out on a lot in life if he is going to focus on making friends because of what they wear, what they have, or what they look like. We focus on how they make us feel, if they are kind, how they treat people. It doesn’t matter where it came from because this isn’t how we judge others. Most people wear what they are comfortable in, what makes them feel good. Regardless, I told him nobody should be judged based on how they dress - not even your very embarrassing mother. If he only knew how many women I saw throughout the day wearing suits and heels maybe he would have a different opinion. When I asked my son why he picked this out, he said because I “blended in and didn’t look out of place.” In his mind, when I dress up, I look like I don’t belong. Sometimes I feel like dressing up more, so I do. It was difficult to pee with that erection, but I didn't care because I had a beautiful girl's hand on my pen!s! We never did anything together but go pee, so don't think she did anything perverse with me because that isn't true.While I dress like this about half the time and like this look, it doesn’t always suit me. I was so proud! I finally could show her what I thought of her helping me! Her hand felt so good on my throbbing member. She grabbed my pen!s and I got an erection. She walked into the bathroom with me and undid my pants and dropped them as usual.
I had convinced my mom after the first time the sitter helped me pee that she was the sitter we needed to have every time I needed a sitter, so she was over a lot, but this last time was the best. The last time she did it was the last time I had a sitter. At that age I didn't quite know why I liked having another person touch my pen!s, but I did. Even though I was completely shocked and embarrassed that she did this, I kind of liked it, too. Either way, she came into the bathroom with me and before I could do anything she had started unzipping my pants for me, then tugged them down to the floor and took ahold of my pen!s and aimed it towards the toilet.
I explained to her that I was old enough to go by myself, but she either didn't care or didn't believe me. She decided she HAD to help me pee when I told her I needed to go. I was about 8 and my sitter was around 16.