But that's also there is to it. Mom admires me for being hard working and intelligent, as she says, and she loves me for being a 'good son.'
No matter how much I wish I could make her fall in love with me, it's just not going to happen. Mom is, without a doubt, the most reasonable and responsible person I've ever known in my entire life. Even if I confessed, I was certain that she would still speak to me and attempt to correct my thinking.
In the worst-case scenario, she might even conclude that it would be better for me to live on my own. She would have the impression that she was a negative influence on me as a person and that all she could ever bring to me was my downfall. In short, she would despise herself and hold herself responsible for the vain and foolish emotions I felt.
That terrifies me to no end. Even though it hurts to keep my love for Mom a secret, I can do so as long as she does not leave my side and remains to stay next to me. I don't care about anything or anyone else, but mom must stay.
She can't leave me. I'm not going to let that happen.
An unexpected phone call interrupted my thoughts as I tried to resist the temptation to get excited by the sound of Mom's shower. I checked the side of the phone and discovered it was my mother's.
I stood up and walked over to my mom's bed. After glancing at the bathroom door, I picked up Mom's ringing phone.
Curiosity got the better of me, so I took a peek inside and discovered a missed call from an unknown number. I was greeted by Mom's wallpaper as soon as I slid my finger across the screen to open it. It was a photo of the two of us together.
I gave a wry grin at what I saw, but it vanished almost instantly when an unexpected message appeared on the screen. The message came from the same anonymous number as the earlier call.
"I'm sorry if I interrupted you, Marianne, but can we talk again? It's about Jay."
It's my father's name, Jay. And if my hunch is correct, then this number belongs to Uncle Benjie.
What exactly is going on here? What exactly is it that Uncle wants to discuss? What else could he possibly say about someone who has not been a part of our lives for such a long time? Why does he feel the need to discuss this matter once more with Mom?
Out of frustration, I erased both the message and the missed call that mom's phone had received from the unknown number, and I also blocked the number. It is not fair to bother Mom with anything that is connected to Dad. She does not deserve it.
I have no idea what Uncle Benjie's motive was in sending Mom that message, but I don't want her to be negatively impacted by it in any way.
Even if it's just the two of us, Mom and I are content.
The sound that had been coming from the restroom stopped. Mom emerged from the bathroom wearing her robe and a towel wrapped around her head.
I shrugged my shoulders and went back to my bed, where I pretended to be playing a game on my own phone.
I was able to detect the alluring and fragrant odor that emanated from Mom. Even though she is wearing her bathrobe, I can see a little bit, and her front appears to be in good shape. My gaze drifted down to her legs, which were absolutely flawless and had an extraordinarily velvety and supple texture.
I cleared my throat and turned my attention back to my phone. I simply cannot feel attracted to my mom. I don't want to let her down in any way. But what the hell, why is Mom so hot?
As I continued to smell the floral scent that the woman I love was wearing a few meters away from me, I could feel my lower region slowly rising to the fabric of my clothes until it was touching them. She was standing in front of the closet, picking out her clothes.
I couldn't help but squeeze my eyes shut as I pictured myself fragrantly embracing my mom just as she turned her back on me. Slowly, she will turn her back to me, and I will wrap my hands around her waist as I bring my lips closer together with hers.
"Aki."
My manhood would lightly rub against her bathrobe-clad body, mixing our heat and scent together.
"Aki? Aki?"
Shit. I blinked. Then I turned to look at Mom, feeling a little short of breath and having a strong heartbeat racing very quickly in my chest. "Huh?"
She blinked back with a puzzled look as she tried to dry her hair. "I said that I had already met Crista. I ran into them earlier on the way here. You didn't mention it, haven't you seen them?"
"Ah, y-yeah, I did. I also saw them this morning," I replied.
Shit. That was a close call. I quickly glanced down at my lower garment, which, as I had anticipated, was already standing up.
I quickly reached over and grabbed the pillow that was sitting next to me before placing it on my lap to hide what needed to be hidden.
"Really? What do you say we all go out for dinner a little later? Invite your friends over or go with them for some bonding," Mom said with an ecstatic smile.
I wanted to say no because I honestly don't want to talk to Crista right now because of what happened the last time I have seen her, but because of my awkward position and situation, I just said yes.
Shit happens. In reality, I'm in a tough situation. However, that was irrelevant at the moment. It is something I couldn't put my focus on at this time... yet.
After we had finished getting ready, and after I had quelled my own desires and frustrations, my mother and I went out to eat with my friends from school. It was a dinner that I wouldn't agree to if only I knew where it would lead later on...
I've had a crush on Jack for a long time. No, it wasn’t just a crush. I like him. I love him. A lot.From the moment we first met until now, Jack has been the only man I've had such strong feelings for. People say I'm one of the best girls a guy could ever have. But I can't figure out why the person I like so much doesn't like me back.I can't help but think that it's because of his mom. Yes, I know that Jack is a "Mama's boy." He was worried about his mother and had always put her on top of his list. She had always been his number one priority.There were times when I started to feel it was becoming too much and strange. And at some point, I couldn't help but feel it was annoying. I have no idea what to do whenever Jack chose his mom over me or anyone or anything else. See, I really like him. And I knew that I couldn't shake these feelings I have for Jack. They won't go away that easily.I just want him to like me for once, even if it's just for a little while.Jack was lying in my b
My son and I have had a lot of communication issues recently. Ever since we’ve been together for such a long time, we didn’t argue nor treat each other as if we were strangers. But now, he’s been treating me differently. It goes without saying that this is the very first time that I have become aware of his strange behavior. I have no idea why I felt this, but recently I started to think he was trying to hide something from me.It could be about himself or something going on in his life; either way, the question is: what could it be? And why did he need to hide such matters from me – his mother?On the very final evening of our stay at the resort, he suddenly disappeared without a word. I remember, that time, a client of mine who was interested in purchasing a condominium unit and I were having a conversation over the phone. Right after I finished speaking with the person on the other end of the line, I hung up the phone and turned to see if Jack was still there. To my surprise, thoug
“No, it’s not your fault, I mean-”“No, I messed up, mom. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do it. I was too drunk, and I- I did that...” Jack explained. His facial expression conveyed an overwhelming sense of guilt, embarrassment, and more... Something about it didn’t sit right with me for some reason.I shook off the strange feeling and focused my attention squarely on him, “It’s okay. I was just worried about you. On the other hand, I really hope you will tell me about it next time.”Jack’s eyes which were filled with guilt, stilled like ice “Tell you what? What do you mean?”I shrugged, “That you’re going to your girlfriend. I–I'm your mom, Aki. I will feel anxious if you don’t tell me anything and suddenly disappear like that... But I hope you and Crista had a good time last night,” I said, not forgetting to add the last sentence. I had to do it because if I didn’t, it wouldn’t sound like it was coming from a real mother. And right now, I AM Jack’s mother, aren’t I?I looked over at Ja
Jonah offered an explanation, saying, "Perhaps Aki is just sexually frustrated." Then she further added, "Indeed, there are times when men go through that stage. You know, my second son kind of did it before. I’ve caught him peeking at me some time in the past.""What? And what did you do?" Despite the fact that the image is completely absurd, I couldn't help but become intrigued by it. If this is Jack's issue, I am prepared to find all of the possible solutions so that I can help him resolve it.Jonah shrugged as if what she mentioned was nothing or completely normal. "Naturally, I was there to help him. A few spots were brushed here and there. But no one came in. No penetration, no real you know what. Anyway, it was nothing more than an outlet for his anger or whatever bottled up emotion he had inside. After that, everything went back to the way it had been before. Between us, his behavior became better. He stopped being easily irritated, and at the same time, his obedience improved
Moments later, Jack removed my clothes. We continued kissing as my hand began to travel to his bulge. It’s already standing and really stiff. Every rub my palm made against it made it seem to grow even bigger as if it were a snake that had long wanted to escape its long-term confinement.Jack's hands quickly traveled to my chest. Every move was unable to hide the overwhelming excitement they were holding inside. I couldn’t help but release a moan the moment his mouth began to lick and suck on my buds.While kneading one like a plump loaf, Jack continued to suck on my other breast. I recoiled and leaned slightly against the wall. I didn't know that this would feel this good. Perhaps my desires have really been suppressed for a long time. I almost forgot how it tasted—to be in this position and receive so much from another person.I couldn’t help but moan even more when one of Jack’s hands went to my panties. No, this is wrong. He should be the one to release, not me, I said to myself,
Just as Jonah had predicted, Jack and I returned to normal a few days after that incident. Jack has become less irritable these days too, which makes it much easier for us to have normal conversations. We carried on with our lives as if nothing had happened, just my son and I.As a matter of fact, things improved dramatically after that. It was because of this that I began to consider the possibility that Jonah was correct, and that Jack merely required a moment to let off some steam. Thankfully, that incident never happened again.I am relieved that things have returned to normal for us. It was as if we had never stopped being mother and son; in fact, our communication brought us closer together. We didn't talk about the incident again after that either. It felt as if it happened a long time ago, and it should be treated as such.As what people say, one can only think of it as a memory from the past; it is something that neither one of us needs to think about or remember.But then so
I hurried home to prepare dinner. While busily preparing, I felt that odd dizziness again. I didn't waste any time and went straight to the restroom. When I thought about that pregnancy test kit that I had purchased earlier, my heart almost stopped beating.I inhaled a long, slow breath. I can't avoid doing this. I really need to find out whether or not I am pregnant.I took a deep breath and forced myself to face my fears. When I looked at the kit and saw that there were now two lines on it, it was as if ice-cold water had been poured over me. My heart was racing so hard that I had to take another test kit to make sure the result was accurate.Then I froze in place.Nothing has changed. I repeated the process with different test kits, but the results remained the same.I'm... pregnant.And I can't possibly be wrong. Jack was the only person I'd done that with in the last month. This is when it dawned on me that we didn't use any protection. Additionally, he released inside me numerou
"Mr. Ryan Gonzales?" I was surprised when I saw my client then. It turns out to have been Ryan, the same guy Jack and I talked to once while we were on vacation right after he graduated from university. "Marianne?" The moment he laid eyes on me, he, too, was taken aback, and he started to laugh. "You-You're my date?"We couldn't help but laugh at the way things were set up. The world is indeed very small. Who would have thought that the person I was set up on a blind date with would turn out to be one of my clients?As we sat down to dinner, Ryan commented, "I thought you're married.""Legally separated but currently living with my son," I explained, as Ryan simply smiled and nodded his head in response to what I said.I never thought I'd see Ryan again. My last encounter with him was at the signing of a lease agreement for the condominium unit that he is going to be renting out. It was a few days after Jack and I had returned from our vacation at the resort. The number of days is al