Mother of a teenage boy

Me walking by the Minion's room and glancing in:

Me: Jesus Christ! what the hell was THAT?!

Minion (putting Nip/Tuck on pause) : The person wearing the saddle is the lesbian's daughter.

Me ( resting head on door jamb. and closing eyes. wondering why I dismissed parental controls as rubbish ): Was that sex?

Minion: No, he's just having a dream.

Me: But it's a dream about sex....?

Minion: Well...yeah..i guess so.

Note to self. Wash his sheets in hot water this week.