Even though his mother was an actual whore, the boy never once heard nor saw her getting fucked, by anyone. Which says a hell of a lot, really, I mean, can many people say that they have never had to suffer either laying in our chilhood beds and hearing our fathers do ungodly things to our mothers or, worse yet, walking in on her straddling him? And for the son of a working girl? That is pretty upright parenting, I should say.
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