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This is stupid. This is a really du
This is stupid. This is a really dumb idea, Mom. Let me just call him, and I'll tell him that I don't want it."
My son had been ranting for the past ten minutes. I remained calm and tried to reason with him, but he was persistent. Every time I opened my mouth to speak, he had another argument ready to go.
"Mom, come on. Just forget about it. Let's call it off."
"Justin, sweetness, calm down. It's just a car. It's generous of your dad to offer it to you, but you know him, it will come with no strings attached. You'll finally have a car you won't have to share with your mom. You need this car. You'll be away at University in three short months, and this car will be so valuable to you. I think you're being shortsighted. It's a graduation gift from your dad, accept it graciously honey."
"He's a piece of shit."
"Justin, he's your da-
"He's a piece of shit who hasn't lifted a finger for eighteen years. You've done everything. He doesn't get to just swoop in and pretend like he's father of the damn year."
"Justin, he was very young when you were born. He was only eighteen, cut the guy a little slack."
"So were you! You were also only eighteen. In fact you were even younger than him, and his parents didn't kick him out of the house like yours did! Mom, you did EVERYTHING! You still do everything!"
Justin's face was blotchy and he was making fists with his hands. I hated to see him like this. He was normally such a calm, thoughtful kid. Well, I guess more man than kid now. My little baby was now over 6 feet tall with a square jaw and a muscular build. The only thing boyish about him was his sandy blond hair. As hard as it was for me to admit, he was now a man. I was reluctant to say it out loud, but he was definitely entitled to his opinions about his father. I didn't want to be the one to validate them, after I had spent so many years protecting his father from his scrutiny.
The summer before my senior year of high school, I fell hard for Marcus. He was gorgeous and he drove a great car. I was not a shallow girl, but something about him swept me off my feet. My infatuation was short-lived. Once he got into my pants, he proved to be a horrible lover and even worse boyfriend. Even though he was my first, I knew immediately that he was never going to be interested in my pleasure or happiness, only his own. After a few unsatisfying weeks, I broke it off. It wasn't until I was nearly out of my first trimester that I even realized I was pregnant. My parents kicked me out, and Marcus barely returned my phone calls. I moved in with my grandmother, who, like me, had been a teenage mother. She had given that child up for adoption many years before her next child, my father was born. She had regretted it ever since, and took pity on me when she discovered my predicament. Living with her was so much better than living with my parents, pregnant or otherwise. I managed to graduate high school, find work, and give birth all in the year of my 18th birthday. Marcus lived just two miles away, but only visited with Justin once or twice a year, and only for a few minutes. He never kicked in money for anything. He wasn't much of a parent. I knew it, but I never pushed. I figured he would do what he could. Marcus married another girl from our high school, and divorced her a few years later. He would marry and divorce two more times in the next several years. I knew I dodged a bullet when I broke it off with him.
My grandmother was diagnosed with breast cancer when Justin was five, and she passed away less than a year later. She left us the house, and we've been in it ever since. A year after her death, when Justin was in school full time, I decided to pursue my calling: yoga. I had been waiting tables and working menial retail jobs since his birth, but knew that was not how I wanted to spend the rest of my life. Yoga had always been a passion, and so I decided that I would immerse myself in it, and become an instructor. Within five years of that decision, not only was I one of the city's most popular instructors, but I opened my own yoga studio.
Meanwhile, Justin blossomed into an amazing child. He was bright, vivacious, funny, and loving. I was and still am so proud of him. He was the light of my life. I went on the occasional date, usually a blind date that was set up by a friend or client, but the number one man in my life had always been my son. He was loyal and kind. I would sometimes feel lonely, and I was really craving sexual contact, but decided that what I had at home was enough family for me, and I would delay any romantic aspirations until Justin was grown and out of the house. I figured I could always date later. I knew I was attractive. Years of living a healthy, stress-free lifestyle with daily yoga had kept my body in incredible shape. I was 36, but would still get carded when buying a bottle of wine with my groceries. There was a part of me that really wanted to be married, live a quiet life with someone, grow old with them. There was also part of me that really wanted to get fucked, aggressively. Sometimes, I even entertained the thought of getting pregnant again. But it could all wait, I convinced myself. Justin came first. Justin and I grew up together, so i didn't feel as though I'd sacrificed my youth to raise him. I felt like life was just starting for the both of us.
I watched Justin pace the living room, and contemplated what I would say next.
"How about this, baby boy: it'll be great for dating. You hardly ever go on dates, and I know the shared car situation doesn't help. Think of the freedom you'll have once you have a car!"
"Really, Mom? Dating? That's your sales pitch?"
"It was worth a try."
"This is Marcus we're talking about, Mom. The car will probably be a nightmare."
"He said it was used, but in very good condition, Justin. Give him the benefit of the doubt."
Justin rolled his eyes and walked over to where I was sitting on the couch. He sat down on the cushion on the opposite end, and looked at me to see what my reaction would be to his next statement. "How about we get the car, I sell it, and give you the cash?"
"Justin! What on earth for? I don't need the money for anything."
"You can use it on anything you want! Blow it all on a spa day and a new outfit or something!"
"Excuse me, kid? Are you saying I'm not attractive or something? I need a makeover?"
"Oh come on, Mom," he blushed. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
His statement caught me off guard. "I'm what? Come on, get real."
"Just stop. You know you're hot. You turn every head in the room wherever we go. If you weren't my mom...."
"If I wasn't your mom...what?" My heart skipped a beat.
"Never mind." He shifted uncomfortably on the couch and avoided eye contact with me.
"Come on, what were you going to say?"
"If you weren't my mom I'd have a hard time keeping my hands off of you."
I was truly stunned by this statement. Justin was embarrassed to say it, and I was embarrassed to hear it. I had become more and more aware of Justin not only as a male, and a grown man, but also as a sexual creature. I had cleaned enough bedsheets and washed enough underwear to know that he ejaculated copious amounts of semen. I spent a little too much time observing it whenever I discovered it, and sometimes it even became fodder for my own masturbatory fantasies, but I'd purge such ideas out of my head whenever I became overwhelmed. I tried to disconnect the acts from the person, but in the end, not only did the thought of someone jerking off turn me on, the idea that it was him was sometimes too much to handle.
"Well you do a pretty good job of keeping your hands to yourself, J."
"It takes some effort."
"Oh really now? Am I just that tempting?"
"Yes, you are." He was very serious. "When you strut around in some of your yoga outfits, I have a hard time focusing on anything else. It's even worse when I see you in your underwear, or in a towel after you shower."
I honestly did not know this. Justin and I had more or less grown up together, because I was still so young and immature when I had him. It wasn't until the last year or two that I began to feel more like his mother, and less like some older sister in charge. I never felt like I had the moral authority, and he was such a good kid, he didn't need very much parenting. I did often strut around not aware of what I was wearing, often in just a tank top and some panties, but it never occurred to me that he'd view me as anything other than the annoying lady who lived with him. The thought that my body might turn him on sent a surge of heat and electricity to my crotch, and I gently squeezed my legs together to relieve the tension.
"Well if it makes you uncomfortable to see me dressed a certain way you can tell me and I'll stop."
"Ok, Mom. I'll be sure to do that."
"You're being sarcastic, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Your dad is going to be here any minute. You ready to go?"
"Sure."
"Do you need to use the bathroom?"
"Yes."
"Then go."
"Turn around."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"I'm going to get up and go to the bathroom, but you need to face the door for a minute."
I chuckled. "What's up with the crazy talk, J?"
"I've got a huge boner."
My jaw dropped. "TMI. I didn't need to know that."
"Well you would have found out the minute I stood up. All this talk about your body did it." He shifted a little, and then used his right hand to adjust his now obviously hard cock in his jeans. I felt liquid flooding my panties almost instantly. The reaction was involuntary. I felt ashamed but I couldn't stop the feeling of being turned on. I crossed my arms over my chest, because I was sure my nipples were hardening and would show through my shirt.
"OK, well now I know. So stand up. You're probably uncomfortable, so you know, go relieve yourself or something."
Justin slowly began to stand, and just at that moment, the doorbell rang.
"Too late. Let's just go.
My son had been ranting for the past ten minutes. I remained calm and tried to reason with him, but he was persistent. Every time I opened my mouth to speak, he had another argument ready to go.
"Mom, come on. Just forget about it. Let's call it off."
"Justin, sweetness, calm down. It's just a car. It's generous of your dad to offer it to you, but you know him, it will come with no strings attached. You'll finally have a car you won't have to share with your mom. You need this car. You'll be away at University in three short months, and this car will be so valuable to you. I think you're being shortsighted. It's a graduation gift from your dad, accept it graciously honey."
"He's a piece of shit."
"Justin, he's your da-
"He's a piece of shit who hasn't lifted a finger for eighteen years. You've done everything. He doesn't get to just swoop in and pretend like he's father of the damn year."
"Justin, he was very young when you were born. He was only eighteen, cut the guy a little slack."
"So were you! You were also only eighteen. In fact you were even younger than him, and his parents didn't kick him out of the house like yours did! Mom, you did EVERYTHING! You still do everything!"
Justin's face was blotchy and he was making fists with his hands. I hated to see him like this. He was normally such a calm, thoughtful kid. Well, I guess more man than kid now. My little baby was now over 6 feet tall with a square jaw and a muscular build. The only thing boyish about him was his sandy blond hair. As hard as it was for me to admit, he was now a man. I was reluctant to say it out loud, but he was definitely entitled to his opinions about his father. I didn't want to be the one to validate them, after I had spent so many years protecting his father from his scrutiny.
The summer before my senior year of high school, I fell hard for Marcus. He was gorgeous and he drove a great car. I was not a shallow girl, but something about him swept me off my feet. My infatuation was short-lived. Once he got into my pants, he proved to be a horrible lover and even worse boyfriend. Even though he was my first, I knew immediately that he was never going to be interested in my pleasure or happiness, only his own. After a few unsatisfying weeks, I broke it off. It wasn't until I was nearly out of my first trimester that I even realized I was pregnant. My parents kicked me out, and Marcus barely returned my phone calls. I moved in with my grandmother, who, like me, had been a teenage mother. She had given that child up for adoption many years before her next child, my father was born. She had regretted it ever since, and took pity on me when she discovered my predicament. Living with her was so much better than living with my parents, pregnant or otherwise. I managed to graduate high school, find work, and give birth all in the year of my 18th birthday. Marcus lived just two miles away, but only visited with Justin once or twice a year, and only for a few minutes. He never kicked in money for anything. He wasn't much of a parent. I knew it, but I never pushed. I figured he would do what he could. Marcus married another girl from our high school, and divorced her a few years later. He would marry and divorce two more times in the next several years. I knew I dodged a bullet when I broke it off with him.
My grandmother was diagnosed with breast cancer when Justin was five, and she passed away less than a year later. She left us the house, and we've been in it ever since. A year after her death, when Justin was in school full time, I decided to pursue my calling: yoga. I had been waiting tables and working menial retail jobs since his birth, but knew that was not how I wanted to spend the rest of my life. Yoga had always been a passion, and so I decided that I would immerse myself in it, and become an instructor. Within five years of that decision, not only was I one of the city's most popular instructors, but I opened my own yoga studio.
Meanwhile, Justin blossomed into an amazing child. He was bright, vivacious, funny, and loving. I was and still am so proud of him. He was the light of my life. I went on the occasional date, usually a blind date that was set up by a friend or client, but the number one man in my life had always been my son. He was loyal and kind. I would sometimes feel lonely, and I was really craving sexual contact, but decided that what I had at home was enough family for me, and I would delay any romantic aspirations until Justin was grown and out of the house. I figured I could always date later. I knew I was attractive. Years of living a healthy, stress-free lifestyle with daily yoga had kept my body in incredible shape. I was 36, but would still get carded when buying a bottle of wine with my groceries. There was a part of me that really wanted to be married, live a quiet life with someone, grow old with them. There was also part of me that really wanted to get fucked, aggressively. Sometimes, I even entertained the thought of getting pregnant again. But it could all wait, I convinced myself. Justin came first. Justin and I grew up together, so i didn't feel as though I'd sacrificed my youth to raise him. I felt like life was just starting for the both of us.
I watched Justin pace the living room, and contemplated what I would say next.
"How about this, baby boy: it'll be great for dating. You hardly ever go on dates, and I know the shared car situation doesn't help. Think of the freedom you'll have once you have a car!"
"Really, Mom? Dating? That's your sales pitch?"
"It was worth a try."
"This is Marcus we're talking about, Mom. The car will probably be a nightmare."
"He said it was used, but in very good condition, Justin. Give him the benefit of the doubt."
Justin rolled his eyes and walked over to where I was sitting on the couch. He sat down on the cushion on the opposite end, and looked at me to see what my reaction would be to his next statement. "How about we get the car, I sell it, and give you the cash?"
"Justin! What on earth for? I don't need the money for anything."
"You can use it on anything you want! Blow it all on a spa day and a new outfit or something!"
"Excuse me, kid? Are you saying I'm not attractive or something? I need a makeover?"
"Oh come on, Mom," he blushed. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
His statement caught me off guard. "I'm what? Come on, get real."
"Just stop. You know you're hot. You turn every head in the room wherever we go. If you weren't my mom...."
"If I wasn't your mom...what?" My heart skipped a beat.
"Never mind." He shifted uncomfortably on the couch and avoided eye contact with me.
"Come on, what were you going to say?"
"If you weren't my mom I'd have a hard time keeping my hands off of you."
I was truly stunned by this statement. Justin was embarrassed to say it, and I was embarrassed to hear it. I had become more and more aware of Justin not only as a male, and a grown man, but also as a sexual creature. I had cleaned enough bedsheets and washed enough underwear to know that he ejaculated copious amounts of semen. I spent a little too much time observing it whenever I discovered it, and sometimes it even became fodder for my own masturbatory fantasies, but I'd purge such ideas out of my head whenever I became overwhelmed. I tried to disconnect the acts from the person, but in the end, not only did the thought of someone jerking off turn me on, the idea that it was him was sometimes too much to handle.
"Well you do a pretty good job of keeping your hands to yourself, J."
"It takes some effort."
"Oh really now? Am I just that tempting?"
"Yes, you are." He was very serious. "When you strut around in some of your yoga outfits, I have a hard time focusing on anything else. It's even worse when I see you in your underwear, or in a towel after you shower."
I honestly did not know this. Justin and I had more or less grown up together, because I was still so young and immature when I had him. It wasn't until the last year or two that I began to feel more like his mother, and less like some older sister in charge. I never felt like I had the moral authority, and he was such a good kid, he didn't need very much parenting. I did often strut around not aware of what I was wearing, often in just a tank top and some panties, but it never occurred to me that he'd view me as anything other than the annoying lady who lived with him. The thought that my body might turn him on sent a surge of heat and electricity to my crotch, and I gently squeezed my legs together to relieve the tension.
"Well if it makes you uncomfortable to see me dressed a certain way you can tell me and I'll stop."
"Ok, Mom. I'll be sure to do that."
"You're being sarcastic, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Your dad is going to be here any minute. You ready to go?"
"Sure."
"Do you need to use the bathroom?"
"Yes."
"Then go."
"Turn around."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"I'm going to get up and go to the bathroom, but you need to face the door for a minute."
I chuckled. "What's up with the crazy talk, J?"
"I've got a huge boner."
My jaw dropped. "TMI. I didn't need to know that."
"Well you would have found out the minute I stood up. All this talk about your body did it." He shifted a little, and then used his right hand to adjust his now obviously hard cock in his jeans. I felt liquid flooding my panties almost instantly. The reaction was involuntary. I felt ashamed but I couldn't stop the feeling of being turned on. I crossed my arms over my chest, because I was sure my nipples were hardening and would show through my shirt.
"OK, well now I know. So stand up. You're probably uncomfortable, so you know, go relieve yourself or something."
Justin slowly began to stand, and just at that moment, the doorbell rang.
"Too late. Let's just go.
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Đây là ngu ngốc. Đây là một ý tưởng thực sự câm, mẹ. Hãy để tôi chỉ cần gọi anh ta, và tôi sẽ cho anh ta biết rằng tôi không muốn nó."Con trai tôi đã ranting cho mười phút qua. Tôi vẫn bình tĩnh và cố gắng để lý do với anh ta, nhưng ông là liên tục. Mỗi khi tôi đã mở miệng của tôi để nói chuyện, ông đã có một đối số sẵn sàng để đi."Mẹ, come on. Chỉ cần quên nó. Hãy gọi nó.""Justin, vị ngọt, bình tĩnh. Nó là chỉ là một chiếc xe hơi. Nó là hào phóng của cha của bạn cung cấp nó cho bạn, nhưng bạn biết anh ta, nó sẽ đi kèm với không dây gắn liền. Bạn cuối cùng sẽ có một chiếc xe mà bạn sẽ không phải chia sẻ với mẹ của bạn. Bạn cần chiếc xe này. Bạn sẽ đi tại trường đại học trong ba tháng ngắn, và chiếc xe này will be rất có giá trị cho bạn. Tôi nghĩ rằng bạn đang cùng. Nó là một món quà tốt nghiệp từ cha của bạn, chấp nhận nó từ bi mật ong.""Ông là một mảnh shit.""Justin, ông là da của bạn-"Ông là một mảnh shit người đã không nhấc một ngón tay cho 18 năm. Bạn đã làm tất cả mọi thứ. Ông không có thể chỉ swoop trong và giả vờ như ông là cha đẻ của năm damn.""Justin, ông còn rất trẻ khi bạn đã được sinh ra. Ông là chỉ mười tám, cắt guy slack một chút.""Vậy cậu! Bạn cũng đã chỉ mười tám. Trong thực tế bạn đã thậm chí trẻ hơn anh ta, và cha mẹ không kick anh ta ra khỏi nhà như bạn đã làm! Mẹ, bạn đã làm tất cả mọi thứ! Bạn vẫn làm tất cả mọi thứ!"Khuôn mặt của Justin là vết và ông đã làm cho nắm tay với bàn tay của mình. Tôi ghét để xem anh ta như thế này. Ông là một đứa trẻ bình thường như vậy bình tĩnh, chu đáo. Vâng, tôi đoán người đàn ông nhiều hơn bé bây giờ. Em bé nhỏ của tôi bây giờ trên 6 feet cao với một hàm vuông và một cơ bắp xây dựng. Điều duy nhất nam tính về anh ta là ông tóc vàng cát. Như cứng như nó đã cho tôi phải thừa nhận, ông là bây giờ một người đàn ông. Tôi đã miễn cưỡng để nói nó ra lớn, nhưng ông chắc chắn được quyền ý kiến của mình về cha mình. Tôi không muốn là một để xác nhận họ, sau khi tôi đã dành rất nhiều năm bảo vệ cha từ giám sát của mình.Mùa hè trước năm cao cấp của tôi về trường trung học, tôi rơi cứng cho Marcus. Ông là tuyệt đẹp và ông đã lái xe một chiếc xe tuyệt vời. Tôi không phải một cô gái nông, nhưng một cái gì đó về anh ta xuôi tôi ra đôi chân của tôi. Say mê của tôi là ngắn ngủi. Một khi ông nhận vào quần của tôi, ông đã chứng tỏ là một người yêu khủng khiếp và tồi tệ hơn nữa bạn trai. Mặc dù ông là đầu tiên của tôi, tôi biết ngay lập tức rằng ông không bao giờ sẽ được quan tâm đến tôi hạnh phúc và hạnh phúc, chỉ riêng của mình. Sau một vài unsatisfying tuần, tôi đã phá vỡ nó. Nó không cho đến khi tôi đã gần như không thể của tôi tam cá nguyệt đầu tiên mà tôi thậm chí còn nhận ra tôi đã mang thai. Cha mẹ tôi đá tôi ra, và Marcus hiếm khi trở về cuộc gọi điện thoại của tôi. Tôi chuyển đến ở với bà ngoại của tôi, những người, như tôi, đã là một bà mẹ tuổi teen. Cô đã cho rằng trẻ em cho nhận con nuôi nhiều năm trước khi đứa con tiếp theo, cha tôi được sinh ra. Cô đã hối tiếc nó từ bao giờ, và đã tiếc tôi khi cô phát hiện ra tình trạng khó khăn của tôi. Sống với cô ấy là tốt hơn rất nhiều so với sống với cha mẹ của tôi, mang thai hoặc bằng cách khác. Tôi quản lý để tốt nghiệp trường trung học, tìm việc làm, và cung cấp cho sinh tất cả trong năm của tôi sinh nhật thứ 18. Marcus sống chỉ cách khách sạn hai dặm, nhưng chỉ có thể truy cập với Justin một lần hoặc hai lần một năm, và chỉ trong vài phút. Ông không bao giờ khởi động trong tiền cho bất cứ điều gì. Ông là không nhiều của một phụ huynh. Tôi biết nó, nhưng tôi không bao giờ đẩy. Tôi figured ông sẽ làm những gì ông có thể. Marcus kết hôn với một cô gái Trung học của chúng tôi, và ly dị một vài năm sau đó. Ông sẽ kết hôn và ly hôn hai lần nữa trong vài năm sau đó. Tôi biết tôi dodged một viên đạn khi tôi đã phá vỡ nó với anh ta.Bà tôi được chẩn đoán mắc bệnh ung thư vú khi Justin 5, và cô ấy đã qua đời chưa đầy một năm sau đó. Cô rời chúng tôi nhà, và chúng tôi đã ở trong đó từ bao giờ. Một năm sau cái chết của cô, khi Justin vào học toàn thời gian, tôi quyết định theo đuổi kêu gọi của tôi: yoga. Tôi đã chờ đợi bàn và làm việc công việc bán lẻ menial kể từ khi sinh của mình, nhưng biết đó là không phải là làm thế nào tôi muốn dành phần còn lại của cuộc sống của tôi. Yoga đã luôn luôn là một niềm đam mê, và vì vậy tôi quyết định rằng tôi muốn đắm mình trong nó, và trở thành một người hướng dẫn. Trong vòng năm năm của quyết định đó, không chỉ là tôi một trong những giáo viên hướng dẫn phổ biến nhất của thành phố, nhưng tôi đã mở của riêng tôi studio yoga. Trong khi đó, Justin blossomed vào một đứa trẻ tuyệt vời. Ông là tươi sáng, sôi nổi, funny, và yêu thương. Tôi đã và vẫn là rất tự hào về anh ta. Ông là ánh sáng của cuộc sống của tôi. Tôi đã đi vào ngày thường xuyên, thường một ngày mù đã được thiết lập bởi một người bạn hoặc khách hàng, nhưng số một người đàn ông trong cuộc sống của tôi đã luôn luôn là con trai của tôi. Ông là trung thành và loại. Tôi đôi khi cảm thấy cô đơn, và tôi thực sự tham ái liên hệ tình dục, nhưng đã quyết định rằng những gì tôi đã ở nhà là gia đình đủ cho tôi, và tôi sẽ làm chậm bất kỳ nguyện vọng lãng mạn cho đến khi Justin được phát triển và ra khỏi nhà. Tôi figured tôi có thể luôn luôn ngày sau đó. Tôi biết tôi đã được hấp dẫn. Năm của cuộc sống một lối sống lành mạnh, căng thẳng-Việt với yoga hàng ngày có giữ cơ thể của tôi trong hình dạng đáng kinh ngạc. Tôi là 36, nhưng vẫn sẽ nhận được cấm khi mua một chai rượu vang với cửa hàng tạp hóa của tôi. Đã có một phần của tôi thực sự muốn được kết hôn, sống một cuộc sống yên tĩnh với một ai đó, phát triển cũ với họ. Cũng là một phần của tôi thực sự muốn có được fucked, tích cực. Đôi khi, tôi thậm chí giải trí tư tưởng mang thai một lần nữa. Nhưng nó có thể chờ đợi tất cả, tôi đã thuyết phục bản thân mình. Justin đến đầu tiên. Justin và tôi lớn lên cùng nhau, vì vậy tôi không cảm thấy như thể tôi đã hy sinh tuổi trẻ của tôi để nâng cao anh ta. Tôi cảm thấy giống như cuộc sống chỉ mới bắt đầu cho cả hai chúng tôi.Tôi đã xem Justin tốc độ phòng, và dự tính những gì tôi sẽ nói tiếp theo."Làm thế nào về điều này, cậu bé: nó sẽ là tuyệt vời cho hẹn hò. Bạn hầu như không bao giờ đi vào các ngày, và tôi biết tình hình chung xe hơi không giúp. Nghĩ về sự tự do bạn sẽ có một khi bạn có một chiếc xe hơi!""Thực sự, mẹ? Hẹn hò? Đó là sân bán hàng của bạn?""Đó là giá trị một thử.""Đây là Marcus chúng ta đang nói về, mẹ. Chiếc xe sẽ có thể là một cơn ác mộng.""Ông cho biết nó đã được sử dụng, nhưng trong tình trạng tốt, Justin. Cho anh ta lợi ích của sự nghi ngờ."Justin cán đôi mắt của mình và đi qua nơi tôi đã ngồi trên chiếc ghế dài. Ông ngồi xuống trên tấm đệm trên phía đối diện, và xem xét tôi để xem những gì phản ứng của tôi sẽ tuyên bố tiếp theo của ông. "Làm thế nào về chúng tôi lấy xe, tôi bán nó, và cung cấp cho bạn tiền?""Justin! Điều gì trên trái đất cho? Tôi không cần tiền cho bất cứ điều gì.""Bạn có thể sử dụng nó trên bất cứ điều gì bạn muốn! Thổi nó tất cả trên một ngày trung tâm spa và một mới trang hoặc một cái gì đó!""Xin lỗi, đứa trẻ? Là bạn nói rằng tôi không phải là hấp dẫn hay một cái gì đó? Tôi cần một makeover?""Oh thôi nào, mẹ," ông trang. "Bạn là người phụ nữ đẹp nhất tôi từng thấy."Tuyên bố của ông đánh bắt tôi mất cảnh giác. "Tôi là gì? Thôi nào, nhận được thực tế.""Chỉ dừng lại. Bạn biết bạn đang nóng. Bạn bật hàng đầu trong phòng bất cứ nơi nào chúng tôi đi. Nếu bạn không mẹ...""Nếu tôi không phải là mẹ của bạn... những gì?" Trái tim tôi bỏ qua một đánh bại."Không bao giờ nhớ." Ông chuyển uncomfortably trên chiếc ghế dài và tránh mắt liên hệ với tôi."Come on, bạn sẽ nói những gì?""Nếu bạn không phải mẹ tôi sẽ có một thời gian khó giữ bàn tay của tôi tắt của bạn."Tôi đã thực sự choáng váng bởi tuyên bố này. Justin là xấu hổ để nói nó, và tôi là xấu hổ để nghe nó. Tôi đã trở thành nhiều hơn và nhiều hơn nữa nhận thức của Justin không chỉ là một phái nam và người trưởng thành, mà còn là một sinh vật tình dục. Tôi đã có đủ mật làm sạch và rửa đồ lót đủ để biết rằng ông ejaculated các số tiền phong phú của tinh dịch. Tôi đã dành một chút quá nhiều thời gian quan sát nó bất cứ khi nào tôi phát hiện ra nó, và đôi khi nó thậm chí trở thành thức ăn cho mình tưởng tượng masturbatory, nhưng tôi sẽ dọn sạch những ý tưởng như vậy ra khỏi đầu của tôi bất cứ khi nào tôi đã trở thành bị choáng ngợp. Tôi đã cố gắng để ngắt kết nối các hành vi từ người, nhưng cuối cùng, không chỉ những suy nghĩ của một ai đó jerking tắt đã biến tôi, ý tưởng rằng nó đã là Ngài là đôi khi quá nhiều để xử lý. "Vâng bạn làm một công việc khá tốt của việc giữ bàn tay của bạn cho chính mình, J.""Phải mất một số nỗ lực.""Oh thực sự bây giờ? Là tôi đó hấp dẫn? ""Có, bạn là." Ông là rất nghiêm trọng. "Khi bạn thanh chống xung quanh trong một số trang phục yoga của bạn, tôi có một thời gian khó tập trung vào bất cứ điều gì khác. Nó là tồi tệ hơn khi tôi nhìn thấy bạn trong đồ lót của bạn, hoặc trong một chiếc khăn sau khi bạn tắm."I honestly did not know this. Justin and I had more or less grown up together, because I was still so young and immature when I had him. It wasn't until the last year or two that I began to feel more like his mother, and less like some older sister in charge. I never felt like I had the moral authority, and he was such a good kid, he didn't need very much parenting. I did often strut around not aware of what I was wearing, often in just a tank top and some panties, but it never occurred to me that he'd view me as anything other than the annoying lady who lived with him. The thought that my body might turn him on sent a surge of heat and electricity to my crotch, and I gently squeezed my legs together to relieve the tension. "Well if it makes you uncomfortable to see me dressed a certain way you can tell me and I'll stop.""Ok, Mom. I'll be sure to do that.""You're being sarcastic, aren't you?""Yes.""Your dad is going to be here any minute. You ready to go?""Sure.""Do you need to use the bathroom?""Yes.""Then go.""Turn around.""What? What are you talking about?""I'm going to get up and go to the bathroom, but you need to face the door for a minute."I chuckled. "What's up with the crazy talk, J?""I've got a huge boner." My jaw dropped. "TMI. I didn't need to know that.""Well you would have found out the minute I stood up. All this talk about your body did it." He shifted a little, and then used his right hand to adjust his now obviously hard cock in his jeans. I felt liquid flooding my panties almost instantly. The reaction was involuntary. I felt ashamed but I couldn't stop the feeling of being turned on. I crossed my arms over my chest, because I was sure my nipples were hardening and would show through my shirt."OK, well now I know. So stand up. You're probably uncomfortable, so you know, go relieve yourself or something."Justin slowly began to stand, and just at that moment, the doorbell rang. "Too late. Let's just go.
đang được dịch, vui lòng đợi..
This is stupid. This is a really dumb idea, Mom. Let me just call him, and I'll tell him that I don't want it."
My son had been ranting for the past ten minutes. I remained calm and tried to reason with him, but he was persistent. Every time I opened my mouth to speak, he had another argument ready to go.
"Mom, come on. Just forget about it. Let's call it off."
"Justin, sweetness, calm down. It's just a car. It's generous of your dad to offer it to you, but you know him, it will come with no strings attached. You'll finally have a car you won't have to share with your mom. You need this car. You'll be away at University in three short months, and this car will be so valuable to you. I think you're being shortsighted. It's a graduation gift from your dad, accept it graciously honey."
"He's a piece of shit."
"Justin, he's your da-
"He's a piece of shit who hasn't lifted a finger for eighteen years. You've done everything. He doesn't get to just swoop in and pretend like he's father of the damn year."
"Justin, he was very young when you were born. He was only eighteen, cut the guy a little slack."
"So were you! You were also only eighteen. In fact you were even younger than him, and his parents didn't kick him out of the house like yours did! Mom, you did EVERYTHING! You still do everything!"
Justin's face was blotchy and he was making fists with his hands. I hated to see him like this. He was normally such a calm, thoughtful kid. Well, I guess more man than kid now. My little baby was now over 6 feet tall with a square jaw and a muscular build. The only thing boyish about him was his sandy blond hair. As hard as it was for me to admit, he was now a man. I was reluctant to say it out loud, but he was definitely entitled to his opinions about his father. I didn't want to be the one to validate them, after I had spent so many years protecting his father from his scrutiny.
The summer before my senior year of high school, I fell hard for Marcus. He was gorgeous and he drove a great car. I was not a shallow girl, but something about him swept me off my feet. My infatuation was short-lived. Once he got into my pants, he proved to be a horrible lover and even worse boyfriend. Even though he was my first, I knew immediately that he was never going to be interested in my pleasure or happiness, only his own. After a few unsatisfying weeks, I broke it off. It wasn't until I was nearly out of my first trimester that I even realized I was pregnant. My parents kicked me out, and Marcus barely returned my phone calls. I moved in with my grandmother, who, like me, had been a teenage mother. She had given that child up for adoption many years before her next child, my father was born. She had regretted it ever since, and took pity on me when she discovered my predicament. Living with her was so much better than living with my parents, pregnant or otherwise. I managed to graduate high school, find work, and give birth all in the year of my 18th birthday. Marcus lived just two miles away, but only visited with Justin once or twice a year, and only for a few minutes. He never kicked in money for anything. He wasn't much of a parent. I knew it, but I never pushed. I figured he would do what he could. Marcus married another girl from our high school, and divorced her a few years later. He would marry and divorce two more times in the next several years. I knew I dodged a bullet when I broke it off with him.
My grandmother was diagnosed with breast cancer when Justin was five, and she passed away less than a year later. She left us the house, and we've been in it ever since. A year after her death, when Justin was in school full time, I decided to pursue my calling: yoga. I had been waiting tables and working menial retail jobs since his birth, but knew that was not how I wanted to spend the rest of my life. Yoga had always been a passion, and so I decided that I would immerse myself in it, and become an instructor. Within five years of that decision, not only was I one of the city's most popular instructors, but I opened my own yoga studio.
Meanwhile, Justin blossomed into an amazing child. He was bright, vivacious, funny, and loving. I was and still am so proud of him. He was the light of my life. I went on the occasional date, usually a blind date that was set up by a friend or client, but the number one man in my life had always been my son. He was loyal and kind. I would sometimes feel lonely, and I was really craving sexual contact, but decided that what I had at home was enough family for me, and I would delay any romantic aspirations until Justin was grown and out of the house. I figured I could always date later. I knew I was attractive. Years of living a healthy, stress-free lifestyle with daily yoga had kept my body in incredible shape. I was 36, but would still get carded when buying a bottle of wine with my groceries. There was a part of me that really wanted to be married, live a quiet life with someone, grow old with them. There was also part of me that really wanted to get fucked, aggressively. Sometimes, I even entertained the thought of getting pregnant again. But it could all wait, I convinced myself. Justin came first. Justin and I grew up together, so i didn't feel as though I'd sacrificed my youth to raise him. I felt like life was just starting for the both of us.
I watched Justin pace the living room, and contemplated what I would say next.
"How about this, baby boy: it'll be great for dating. You hardly ever go on dates, and I know the shared car situation doesn't help. Think of the freedom you'll have once you have a car!"
"Really, Mom? Dating? That's your sales pitch?"
"It was worth a try."
"This is Marcus we're talking about, Mom. The car will probably be a nightmare."
"He said it was used, but in very good condition, Justin. Give him the benefit of the doubt."
Justin rolled his eyes and walked over to where I was sitting on the couch. He sat down on the cushion on the opposite end, and looked at me to see what my reaction would be to his next statement. "How about we get the car, I sell it, and give you the cash?"
"Justin! What on earth for? I don't need the money for anything."
"You can use it on anything you want! Blow it all on a spa day and a new outfit or something!"
"Excuse me, kid? Are you saying I'm not attractive or something? I need a makeover?"
"Oh come on, Mom," he blushed. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
His statement caught me off guard. "I'm what? Come on, get real."
"Just stop. You know you're hot. You turn every head in the room wherever we go. If you weren't my mom...."
"If I wasn't your mom...what?" My heart skipped a beat.
"Never mind." He shifted uncomfortably on the couch and avoided eye contact with me.
"Come on, what were you going to say?"
"If you weren't my mom I'd have a hard time keeping my hands off of you."
I was truly stunned by this statement. Justin was embarrassed to say it, and I was embarrassed to hear it. I had become more and more aware of Justin not only as a male, and a grown man, but also as a sexual creature. I had cleaned enough bedsheets and washed enough underwear to know that he ejaculated copious amounts of semen. I spent a little too much time observing it whenever I discovered it, and sometimes it even became fodder for my own masturbatory fantasies, but I'd purge such ideas out of my head whenever I became overwhelmed. I tried to disconnect the acts from the person, but in the end, not only did the thought of someone jerking off turn me on, the idea that it was him was sometimes too much to handle.
"Well you do a pretty good job of keeping your hands to yourself, J."
"It takes some effort."
"Oh really now? Am I just that tempting?"
"Yes, you are." He was very serious. "When you strut around in some of your yoga outfits, I have a hard time focusing on anything else. It's even worse when I see you in your underwear, or in a towel after you shower."
I honestly did not know this. Justin and I had more or less grown up together, because I was still so young and immature when I had him. It wasn't until the last year or two that I began to feel more like his mother, and less like some older sister in charge. I never felt like I had the moral authority, and he was such a good kid, he didn't need very much parenting. I did often strut around not aware of what I was wearing, often in just a tank top and some panties, but it never occurred to me that he'd view me as anything other than the annoying lady who lived with him. The thought that my body might turn him on sent a surge of heat and electricity to my crotch, and I gently squeezed my legs together to relieve the tension.
"Well if it makes you uncomfortable to see me dressed a certain way you can tell me and I'll stop."
"Ok, Mom. I'll be sure to do that."
"You're being sarcastic, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Your dad is going to be here any minute. You ready to go?"
"Sure."
"Do you need to use the bathroom?"
"Yes."
"Then go."
"Turn around."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"I'm going to get up and go to the bathroom, but you need to face the door for a minute."
I chuckled. "What's up with the crazy talk, J?"
"I've got a huge boner."
My jaw dropped. "TMI. I didn't need to know that."
"Well you would have found out the minute I stood up. All this talk about your body did it." He shifted a little, and then used his right hand to adjust his now obviously hard cock in his jeans. I felt liquid flooding my panties almost instantly. The reaction was involuntary. I felt ashamed but I couldn't stop the feeling of being turned on. I crossed my arms over my chest, because I was sure my nipples were hardening and would show through my shirt.
"OK, well now I know. So stand up. You're probably uncomfortable, so you know, go relieve yourself or something."
Justin slowly began to stand, and just at that moment, the doorbell rang.
"Too late. Let's just go.
My son had been ranting for the past ten minutes. I remained calm and tried to reason with him, but he was persistent. Every time I opened my mouth to speak, he had another argument ready to go.
"Mom, come on. Just forget about it. Let's call it off."
"Justin, sweetness, calm down. It's just a car. It's generous of your dad to offer it to you, but you know him, it will come with no strings attached. You'll finally have a car you won't have to share with your mom. You need this car. You'll be away at University in three short months, and this car will be so valuable to you. I think you're being shortsighted. It's a graduation gift from your dad, accept it graciously honey."
"He's a piece of shit."
"Justin, he's your da-
"He's a piece of shit who hasn't lifted a finger for eighteen years. You've done everything. He doesn't get to just swoop in and pretend like he's father of the damn year."
"Justin, he was very young when you were born. He was only eighteen, cut the guy a little slack."
"So were you! You were also only eighteen. In fact you were even younger than him, and his parents didn't kick him out of the house like yours did! Mom, you did EVERYTHING! You still do everything!"
Justin's face was blotchy and he was making fists with his hands. I hated to see him like this. He was normally such a calm, thoughtful kid. Well, I guess more man than kid now. My little baby was now over 6 feet tall with a square jaw and a muscular build. The only thing boyish about him was his sandy blond hair. As hard as it was for me to admit, he was now a man. I was reluctant to say it out loud, but he was definitely entitled to his opinions about his father. I didn't want to be the one to validate them, after I had spent so many years protecting his father from his scrutiny.
The summer before my senior year of high school, I fell hard for Marcus. He was gorgeous and he drove a great car. I was not a shallow girl, but something about him swept me off my feet. My infatuation was short-lived. Once he got into my pants, he proved to be a horrible lover and even worse boyfriend. Even though he was my first, I knew immediately that he was never going to be interested in my pleasure or happiness, only his own. After a few unsatisfying weeks, I broke it off. It wasn't until I was nearly out of my first trimester that I even realized I was pregnant. My parents kicked me out, and Marcus barely returned my phone calls. I moved in with my grandmother, who, like me, had been a teenage mother. She had given that child up for adoption many years before her next child, my father was born. She had regretted it ever since, and took pity on me when she discovered my predicament. Living with her was so much better than living with my parents, pregnant or otherwise. I managed to graduate high school, find work, and give birth all in the year of my 18th birthday. Marcus lived just two miles away, but only visited with Justin once or twice a year, and only for a few minutes. He never kicked in money for anything. He wasn't much of a parent. I knew it, but I never pushed. I figured he would do what he could. Marcus married another girl from our high school, and divorced her a few years later. He would marry and divorce two more times in the next several years. I knew I dodged a bullet when I broke it off with him.
My grandmother was diagnosed with breast cancer when Justin was five, and she passed away less than a year later. She left us the house, and we've been in it ever since. A year after her death, when Justin was in school full time, I decided to pursue my calling: yoga. I had been waiting tables and working menial retail jobs since his birth, but knew that was not how I wanted to spend the rest of my life. Yoga had always been a passion, and so I decided that I would immerse myself in it, and become an instructor. Within five years of that decision, not only was I one of the city's most popular instructors, but I opened my own yoga studio.
Meanwhile, Justin blossomed into an amazing child. He was bright, vivacious, funny, and loving. I was and still am so proud of him. He was the light of my life. I went on the occasional date, usually a blind date that was set up by a friend or client, but the number one man in my life had always been my son. He was loyal and kind. I would sometimes feel lonely, and I was really craving sexual contact, but decided that what I had at home was enough family for me, and I would delay any romantic aspirations until Justin was grown and out of the house. I figured I could always date later. I knew I was attractive. Years of living a healthy, stress-free lifestyle with daily yoga had kept my body in incredible shape. I was 36, but would still get carded when buying a bottle of wine with my groceries. There was a part of me that really wanted to be married, live a quiet life with someone, grow old with them. There was also part of me that really wanted to get fucked, aggressively. Sometimes, I even entertained the thought of getting pregnant again. But it could all wait, I convinced myself. Justin came first. Justin and I grew up together, so i didn't feel as though I'd sacrificed my youth to raise him. I felt like life was just starting for the both of us.
I watched Justin pace the living room, and contemplated what I would say next.
"How about this, baby boy: it'll be great for dating. You hardly ever go on dates, and I know the shared car situation doesn't help. Think of the freedom you'll have once you have a car!"
"Really, Mom? Dating? That's your sales pitch?"
"It was worth a try."
"This is Marcus we're talking about, Mom. The car will probably be a nightmare."
"He said it was used, but in very good condition, Justin. Give him the benefit of the doubt."
Justin rolled his eyes and walked over to where I was sitting on the couch. He sat down on the cushion on the opposite end, and looked at me to see what my reaction would be to his next statement. "How about we get the car, I sell it, and give you the cash?"
"Justin! What on earth for? I don't need the money for anything."
"You can use it on anything you want! Blow it all on a spa day and a new outfit or something!"
"Excuse me, kid? Are you saying I'm not attractive or something? I need a makeover?"
"Oh come on, Mom," he blushed. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
His statement caught me off guard. "I'm what? Come on, get real."
"Just stop. You know you're hot. You turn every head in the room wherever we go. If you weren't my mom...."
"If I wasn't your mom...what?" My heart skipped a beat.
"Never mind." He shifted uncomfortably on the couch and avoided eye contact with me.
"Come on, what were you going to say?"
"If you weren't my mom I'd have a hard time keeping my hands off of you."
I was truly stunned by this statement. Justin was embarrassed to say it, and I was embarrassed to hear it. I had become more and more aware of Justin not only as a male, and a grown man, but also as a sexual creature. I had cleaned enough bedsheets and washed enough underwear to know that he ejaculated copious amounts of semen. I spent a little too much time observing it whenever I discovered it, and sometimes it even became fodder for my own masturbatory fantasies, but I'd purge such ideas out of my head whenever I became overwhelmed. I tried to disconnect the acts from the person, but in the end, not only did the thought of someone jerking off turn me on, the idea that it was him was sometimes too much to handle.
"Well you do a pretty good job of keeping your hands to yourself, J."
"It takes some effort."
"Oh really now? Am I just that tempting?"
"Yes, you are." He was very serious. "When you strut around in some of your yoga outfits, I have a hard time focusing on anything else. It's even worse when I see you in your underwear, or in a towel after you shower."
I honestly did not know this. Justin and I had more or less grown up together, because I was still so young and immature when I had him. It wasn't until the last year or two that I began to feel more like his mother, and less like some older sister in charge. I never felt like I had the moral authority, and he was such a good kid, he didn't need very much parenting. I did often strut around not aware of what I was wearing, often in just a tank top and some panties, but it never occurred to me that he'd view me as anything other than the annoying lady who lived with him. The thought that my body might turn him on sent a surge of heat and electricity to my crotch, and I gently squeezed my legs together to relieve the tension.
"Well if it makes you uncomfortable to see me dressed a certain way you can tell me and I'll stop."
"Ok, Mom. I'll be sure to do that."
"You're being sarcastic, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Your dad is going to be here any minute. You ready to go?"
"Sure."
"Do you need to use the bathroom?"
"Yes."
"Then go."
"Turn around."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"I'm going to get up and go to the bathroom, but you need to face the door for a minute."
I chuckled. "What's up with the crazy talk, J?"
"I've got a huge boner."
My jaw dropped. "TMI. I didn't need to know that."
"Well you would have found out the minute I stood up. All this talk about your body did it." He shifted a little, and then used his right hand to adjust his now obviously hard cock in his jeans. I felt liquid flooding my panties almost instantly. The reaction was involuntary. I felt ashamed but I couldn't stop the feeling of being turned on. I crossed my arms over my chest, because I was sure my nipples were hardening and would show through my shirt.
"OK, well now I know. So stand up. You're probably uncomfortable, so you know, go relieve yourself or something."
Justin slowly began to stand, and just at that moment, the doorbell rang.
"Too late. Let's just go.
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