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I remember one particular occasion when my mom and I went to Burger King. We didn't get the chance to spend a lot of time together back then. She was working two jobs and I was busy with school.
I guess we liked that particular Burger King because it brought back memories of when I was 4-5 years old. Back when my mom was a stay-at-home mom. Back when she'd take me there to play in the indoor playground when it was too cold outside to go to the park. Back before my dad killed himself.
She always ordered the same thing. A Whopper Jr. with no onion and a side of onion rings. I used to always give her a hard time about that.
On this particular day, we made small talk. She asked me about school, I asked her about work. And my mom found a hair in her Whopper Jr.
Now, normally this wouldn't have been a big deal. But on this particular day, my dear old mother just broke down crying. In the middle of a busy fast food restaurant. She kept saying "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." Over and over again. I couldn't get her to calm down.
In front of a couple dozen perfect strangers, my mom lamented the fact that I had grown up so quickly, that I'd be off to college soon. She'd be all alone. I didn't have a father to talk to about my problems. She felt like she was responsible for his suicide. She rarely got to see me for any appreciable length of time, and on the one day she did, there was a fucking hair in her hamburger.
I did move out and go to college. And my mom met a wonderful man who she would later marry. He helped her financially, so she could quit her second job. Things were finally looking up for us.
I fell in love with a wonderful woman and somehow convinced her she loved me, too. We got married and we had a son. And the birth of my son brought back a flood of emotional baggage from losing my dad. I became over protective. My wife would go to the park with him and I'd call her every 5 minutes to make sure things were going ok. I felt like he was the most unlucky kid in the world, having me as a dad. I was a nervous wreck.
Having an active 3 year old running around when both of us had full time jobs meant that we didn't get to make meals at home as often as we liked. My wife and I ate fast food frequently back then. She'd always call me on the way home from work and ask me if I wanted her to pick up anything.
One warm June evening, my wife called me on the way home from the pool with my son to ask if I wanted anything. Sure, stop at Burger King.
Except she didn't make it home that evening. Some guy on a cell phone t-boned her minivan.
My son survived and, luckily, he wasn't old enough to remember too much about the accident.
My son likes go to Burger King. He likes to play in the indoor playground when it is too cold outside to go to the park. One time, I found a hair in my hamburger. I wanted to break down crying, but I'm all my son has. So I manned the fuck up, pulled the hair from my burger, and downed each bite painfully against the hard lump in my throat.
Sometimes when my son is asleep, I go into my bathroom. I pull out one of my wife's old hair brushes. I carefully unravel one of the auburn strands. And I tie that piece of hair around my penis as tight as it will go without breaking. I insert the rubbery ribbed handle into my rectum and I pleasure myself to climax.
EDIT: And oh yeah, MagicWand is Chris Butler
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