Let me make a confession: I've been in lust with Stephanie Seymour since before my family jewels even dropped. This veteran Sports Illustrated swimsuit and Victoria's Secret model (not to mention a million other hot magazine covers of the past 20+ years) has been on the top of the boobtastic sextastic charts since before the charts even existed. In fact, I became an even bigger fan when she beat up Axl Rose back in the early 90's, just because somebody had to. Her move into MILF-hood and fuller body hotness did very little to change my passionate feelings. So when we got our grubby hands on these Stephanie Seymour bikini pictures from over the holidays, man, was I excited. But, but...
...what the heck is going on between Stephanie Seymour and her teenage son? Okay, I know I'm going to get comments about how my own mother didn't show me proper physical affection as a child (TRUE), how my social and emotional maturity test scores fall somewhere between mediocre and technically retarded (TRUE), and how my gray matter in general is so overloaded with all sorts of perverted thoughts and imagery that I'm hardly fit to be creating any definitions of standard sexual behavior (TRUE), still, what the heck is going on between Stephanie Seymour and her son on the beach here? This warrants some serious investigation, mostly by me for my own prurient interests. Screw science. And, enjoy.
Photo credit: INF Photo
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Updated to Add: we've started digging a bit into the science behind unique familial situations and relationships and uncovered a vital piece of video evidence potentially related to the Seymour situation:
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