“Yes, Mom.”
“Now, I’ve washed your back, your underarms, your rear, and your penis. You wash the rest.” “Yes, Mom.”
She sits on a very high stool (or such), so as to give the impression that she is sitting high above him, just as a mother does. She may also be dressed in a mother’s type of dress— an old-fashioned one, and wearing makeup and hair in a motherly way (in a bun) as well. She sits with arms folded, as if ready to judge and rebuke.
The son proceeds to play with himself as Mom watches.
“Look, Mom, I have a penis.”
“It’s a very special penis.” “Is it?”
“It is! It really is! Look at my penis.” “I’m looking.”
“See what it can do? It can get big like this.” “That’s a wonderful penis you’ve got.” “And it can swing from side to side like this.” “What a wonderful swing.” “And up and down, too.”
“Oh, my dear—how amazing!”
“That’s nothing. Wait until you see what it can do next!” “What’s that, I wonder?” “You’ll see.”
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