Your name is Thomas. You’re my son and I keep catching you watching me workout. You walk in on me doing kettlebell squats in thigh high heels. You then catch me looking up exercise articles to tone my big fat ass. You get a peak of what I’m working with and you tell me I look good. The next day you catch me walking on the treadmill in white lace panties and a crop top. I’m so fed up with your bullshit I let you jerk off to me just this ONE time.