Those days I would go home and jack off to the video, the video that I've clicked on more times than I could count. "Excuse me for one second," mom told the class as her eyes looked down towards her lap. She scanned the classroom, let out a huff, and then continued lecturing from her textbook. She looked down and continued talking to us about Jefferson. For those in the front row, they could probably make out her groomed pubic hair as it pushed through the semi-transparent lace. She quickly hopped off the desk and pulled her dress back down. The video that showed my mother frisked, groped, strip searched and fucked. "I'm sorry mom, I feel so..." "I don't care what you feel. You do that again and your father and I will make it a certainty that you do not leave this room for the rest of the year. Slowly her knees relaxed open, her legs falling more to the sides. Mom's face was flushed red as she saw her boy students drool over the sight. We WANT to believe the best about our children and we fear their slip-ups reflect badly on us so we deny or make excuses for them.And as natural as it may be to us, it is VERY damaging to our kids to let them get away with terrible behavior, and as Mallory’s case shows, very damaging to others.This last point intrigues me, because I honestly believe this type of thing will be very difficult to enforce…yet, like with school attendance and truancy laws, the threat of parental consequences might be the only way to get SOME parents to care what their kids do on social. Shows like “Toddlers and Tiaras” and “Dance Moms” clearly exemplify what Grossman is talking about here.When did we as parents get so obsessed with our kids being THE best instead of them doing THEIR best?
The “laws to force social media parenting are coming,” Grossman says.But recently, Mallory’s mom, Dianne Grossman, posted to the website Scary Mommy’s Facebook page with a plea of her own: she just wants parents to teach their kids to be KIND, and to not let them off the hook for bullying behavior.In her heartbreaking post, Dianne Grossman says: I think the point Grossman makes here is VITAL: “You all suffer from ‘not my child syndrome.'” The truth is, on some level, we all do.These themes, placed in a realistic setting with developed characters, are rare and it is my hope that this work will inspire others to follow and create their own content, be it written or recorded. You will not wear a bra and you will not wear panties. We made pleasant chit-chat from the kitchen as mom walked back down still wearing that sweater dress. " I asked as my hands lifted up the front of her dress. " she said firmly, trying to pull her dress back down. "Let go of your dress or I'll tell Bill," I whispered. "You know, Bill..." she said as her hands relaxed and I took in the view of those same red lace panties. "Wait, Parker, have you been..." she mumbled, her eyes widening even further, her face showing the shock of her predicament, realization spreading across it like a windblown fire. I moved my hands up her waist and groped her soft tits over her dress, her unpadded bra offering little resistance. When the bitch's son messaged me, I wasn't surprised. I saw the way he looked at her during that morning weeks ago. Text your mom from that phone and she will think it's from me. As soon as class starts, sit on your desk just like today." Slow minutes past without a response. She busied herself with dinner and dad went into the TV room to watch the news. Mom was bending over to put some potatoes in the oven, her dress had ridden up so that I could see the top of her milky white thighs. The other day my daughter came to me upset because she was getting a 95 in 5th grade math, and last year in 4th grade she had made 100%.I calmly explained to her that her dad and I just wanted her to do her best, and whether her best was 95 or 85, that was fine with us.But I felt a twang of submission in her movements, like she wasn't certain if she was allowed to pull away. I held her to me and groped her ass, squeezing each cheek with both hands now. Stop it right now," she said in that motherly tone of hers as she tried to break our embrace. If you did, you wouldn't be acting like a spoiled brat. It's fucked up [I never heard her swear like this]. A couple of weeks ago, I told you the story of 12-year-old Mallory Grossman, who died by suicide earlier this year after a 6th-grade year filled with torturous bullying at the hands of 4 of her classmates, much of it done via text and social media.I pleaded with you, my fellow parents, not to give your kids smart phones and social media at too young an age.