So now, besides the night terrors he is experiencing from the war, he is also having to contend with some rather steamy fantasies about his mother as he lies in bed at night.
Most of his fantasies focus on her colossal t**s as they strain against the thin material of whichever of the skimpy little bikinis she is showing off in.
Such thoughts cause him to give up trying to sleep and spend the night pacing. To do otherwise, that is to stay in bed and try to sleep, would put him at risk of engaging in a very long and wicked m**********g session starring his mother. He is not so sure he can take the inevitable guilt that would follow. Thus the pacing. Thus the snapping at his mother irritably the next day over the smallest of things.
He reasons his s****l fantasies about his mother are not
