A mother for my son
I say with a mischievous grin.
"You have a rather Machiavellian mind, my dear, but maybe one of these days, I'll take you up on that." We both start laughing, and out of nowhere, mom opens my bedroom door. Unable to help it, we both laugh even harder.
"You two seem very cheerful; what are you planning now?" She asks, alternating her gaze between the two of us.
"Nothing, mom." I respond with a pout, "we're just talking about seduction techniques." Mom looks at us, not quite convinced by my words, but she lets it slide, at least for the moment.
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