“Jeff, I’m worried that Brandon is acting kind of funny lately,” Margaret said as she saw her normally reserved and studious son hanging out outside without his shirt on.
“Babe, I wouldn’t worry about it,” I replied as I absent-mindedly stared at my boy, subtly licking my lips as I began to salivate. “He’s just a fine young man who’s coming into his own,” I asserted.
God Damn, The transfer worked even better than expected. The dumb bitch can’t even see through the phony-she just thinks our son is hitting a rebellious streak. Sure, on the outside he looks like our cute and adorkable Brandon, but inside my son it’s a whole other story.
You see, Brandon was already admitted into all the top tier schools he had applied for, but deep down I always wanted a good old fashioned state-school frat-bro football fan type of boy. I know he was leaning towards Yale, but now that I let Steve Ruben, the class “bro” who had been planning on skipping college due to costs, take over my son’s body, I was finally going to get the type of son I can watch a game and have a beer with. I’ll admit though, it is a little odd seeing someone else show so much of my son’s skin. And he really likes to touch my son’s body. Sometimes he catches my glance while he’s rubbing himself, but he doesn’t stop, and I can’t help but have a gentle stirring down there…I think Steve might give me the ideal son in more way than one…