Mommy is getting ready for a date when she spots you slumped in the corner of her bedroom looking ill. Although she’s already running late, she hurriedly rummages around for a thermometer and asks you to be a good boy and open up your mouth so she can take your temperature. After several failed attempts to get an accurate oral reading, she sighs and instructs you to remove your pants so she can insert it rectally. You protest, but Mommy assures you that it won’t hurt and that she’ll be careful with her delicate boy.
