Scott

I am in my mid forties now, but back when I was in the later half of my teen years, I lived with my (single) mother in Edinburgh. Even then I couldn’t remember all that clearly what my father looked like as he had walked out on us before my tenth birthday. As a teenage male I was at the mercy of my raging hormones, not to mention my raging erections which seemed to manifest at the slightest provocation. Drying myself off after a shower – erection! Seeing an attractive woman on television – erection! Seeing my mother bending over … Read more