...realism. Marge climbed the stairs and as she reached
the top and turned in his direction she saw him enter her bedroom,
bart, bart she called, what is wrong with you honey, stop there and
let me help, why are you going into our bedroom.
There was no reply,
marge strode a little quicker up the hall, she was worried, what was
wrong with him, why didn't he tell her and why was he going in
here, as she entered her bedroom, bart had his back to her, he was
stood before her full length mirror, as she walked towards him, she
looked at his reflection his arms obviously under the cape, pulled up
to his chin with his head down. What's wrong sweetie what's the
matter she said as she neared. She saw through the mirror, his eyes
open, his head lifted and he looked at her near him, THIS he said,
he let the cape go and it draped down beside him, the reflection had
been hidden momentarily as the cape fell, but when it rested at his
sides she saw.
Marges eyes widened
in shock and she breathed in sharply and gasped. Her hands
automatically went to her mouth and she starred, there in the mirror
was barts semi naked form, bottomless, and standing out very proud
and very erect was his penis, his big and very thick penis. Marge
could not take her eyes from it, it was very impressive, on a man it
would have been impressive but on a ten year old boy........her ten
year old boy. What.... How.......