Once upon a time...
...there was a horny teenaged boy who found a strange thin metal thingy with a thinner hook at one end, like a dentist might use to scrape off plaque, in the family bathroom cabinet.

One long school holiday, left at home alone, he decided to see if the handle end would fit up his japseye when he had a bone on.

It did, and he managed to get it all the way up so that only the hooked end was protruding, and spent a few happy minutes using his cock to hook small bits of lego, pick up shoes with loops tied in the laces, etc. He felt a bit sore after this idiocy, and while it was funny it wasn't much of a turn-on, so he removed it from his engorged member, replaced the tool in the bathroom cabinet, and spent the rest of the afternoon furiously twitching over the lingerie pages of his mum's Grattan catalogue.

And thought no more of it.

Until, the next morning, he awoke from his teenaged bed stupor to be faced by his mum using the very same dental tool to scrape bits of breakfast from between her teeth. Somehow he couldn't help but picture a larger, fleshier, pinker handle on it while it was being used to whiten Mummy's smile, and the whole thing didn't seem such a good idea.

So he made his excuses and left, making a small amount of sick in the back of his throat.

Dear reader, the boy was me. (Like you hadn't fucking worked it out.)
( shinyshinyscalp less a man, more a way of life, Mon 21 Feb 2011, 16:42, 4 replies)

Oh god, no
How can you look her in the face?
(Smale is stuffed, Mon 21 Feb 2011, 21:20, closed)

With full wood, of course.

( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Tue 22 Feb 2011, 0:17, closed)

Ha ha ha!

(Smale is stuffed, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 9:28, closed)

That's always been tricky TBH
She's no looker, my mum
( shinyshinyscalp less a man, more a way of life, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 14:52, closed)