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Precursor
I was born in a quiet neighborhood in LA to a sixteen year old school dropout and her seventeen year old boyfriend. My mother- Jolie had me by accident. Neither my father nor my mother had planned for a child when they were still in school but then, not everything in life goes as per plan.
My dad- Robert Chavez was born to Mexican immigrants and when they heard about what he had done, they kicked him out of the house. My mother too suffered the same fate. They then did the most logical thing young parents do: move out and go carve out a living for themselves. It surprises me that even after years of evolution, us humans still haven't lost our basic instincts. We are similar to cats in the same ratio we are different. They too aren't supported for long by their parents.
Anyways, my parents settled down in Southern Texas where my dad found a job at a shoe-making factory and my mom became a housewife. They lived in a small studio apartment and barely made ends meet. My mother would wait for him each day with love and respect as he was the breadwinner of the house. But with time their affection for each other shrunk. By the time I was six, they constantly fought each other. My mom was timid and shy and thus, never raised her voice too loud but my dad was quite the opposite. He was abusive to such an extent that whenever they fought, I would run towards the kitchen and hide in a cabinet; just to stay away from that clamour.
Years passed and I reached highschool. My dad now didn't even care about us. He already had a couple of mistresses scattered in and around our neighborhood, some as young as nineteen. My mom knew of them and still didn't have the courage to confront him: she was afraid. Afraid that she might lose everything she had if she went against his wishes. This trap affected her psychologically, as I hardly ever saw her laugh. Many times she would have to sleep alone in her bed as her husband was already getting cosy with some teen harlot somewhere. This constant rejection from her own husband must've saturated all the happiness from her life.
By the time I graduated, dad was hardly ever inside the house. He continued having affairs with girls my age and left my mother behind. I felt sad for her, so I did everything in my power to make sure that she felt valued. My mother loved watching movies and we had a cassette player and a small television. Whatever money I could earn from my part-time job at a nearby grocery store, I spent on buying movie cassettes. This way, even if for an hour or two, I could make my mother feel happy. Her eyes would squint whenever she laughed. Her sad eyes would occasionally show joy. This made me immensely happy.
Dad now, only arrived during the weekends, people said he was living with another girl a mile away from our house. No one knew of this mysterious girl. But this wasn't anything known, rather it was expected.
Very soon after my graduation, I landed a job at Microsoft. It wasn't very high paying but at least I could stay closer to mom. My own social life has improved. My girlfriend of five years: Karen, was pregnant but when I asked her to move in with me, she denied, stating that she can't live with my mother and me in the same house. This was a little annoying but it was understandable; no one likes conflict and I knew both their characters: conflict would've been unavoidable.
Revelation
After a month or so, Karen stopped talking to me. I did not know why she was upset with me. I called and texted my apology but she absolutely ignored me. But she had my child in her belly so I had to take some responsibility. Knowing that she was unemployed I gathered that she might have had another panic attack. I knew her very well, she lived with her mother on a lonely street a few blocks south of my house. Worried, I left for her house one weekend.
Her house was a modest modern country home. It had white walls, four small windows, a yellow brick teenslope all inside a small white fence which bordered her modest home. I walked up to her front door and rang the bell. It was a silent October day, the sun was out and no clouds masqueraded the sky, the occasional wind blew from time-to-time. The only audible noise that agitated that natural placidity, was the chirping of crickets. I rang the bell again, and there was no answer. I tried to open the door but it was latched. 'Where could she be', I wondered. 'Has she left me?' Thoughts such as these started to settle in my mind. Puzzled, I left for my house.
I had only crossed her block, and I heard a high-pitched laughter. I recognised it: it was Karen's. I started walking back towards her house but as I was in sight of it, I saw something which broke my heart to pieces. Karen was visibly pregnant (she was seven months in) and she was being assisted by a middle-aged man whom I very well knew was not her father because her parents were divorced. Karen and that man were holding hands and seemed to be having the time of their lives. It was a quiet weekend and nobody was around.
I knew very well within a few minutes that that man was my father. 'So she is the new mistress the whole neighbourhood talks about?' When you are in such a position, you either confront the truth head-on or you just walk away. I was angry, no doubt, but there was a small part in me that was glad. Glad because it finally knew that the woman I loved so dearly was a villainous harlot. 'Thank god, I know now', I said to myself. But I was curious as well. I wanted to know whether that child was actually mine or not.
I followed them. Karen and my father walked inside her house while I quietly stationed myself near her bedroom window.
Foolishly, Karen even opened her window as she said to her partner: "Just need to let some fresh air in. This room smells of funk babe."
'This bitch', I thought. As I stood beside her window I heard them conversate. Karen slowly put her hands around my father's neck. Meanwhile my father's hands slowly grappled her ass.
"Slowly honey, you might hurt our baby!" Karen hissed as if approving of her adultery with her boyfriend's father. I now knew the truth.
The old man grinned, "Don't worry Karen. It will all be alright."
"You won't leave me right like your exes?"
"Nooo! I'm a father now. Don't worry, as long as you make breakfast and take care of the place, you'll always have me at your disposal."
All this while I listened to everything they said to each other. For some reason I was happy because now I was out of something really toxic. 'My own girlfriend betrayed me like this', I said to myself.
After a while I came back home. It was a really bad day for me. But my mother greeted me home with a wide smile.
"Hey! You're back. Where were you? Look, I've cooked you some lunch. C'mon now sit here." She said pointing to the chair beside her.
My mother Jolie had never left me, unlike all the other people in my life. I always regretted the fact that it was because of me that she had to leave her studies and her home. So my life's only purpose now was to make sure that she got back those lost years of happiness and I would do anything to make her smile.
As I sat beside her and chatted, I noticed that she was wearing a white vest and no bra beneath it. But it was so hot I couldn't complain. Her erect nipples were easily visible on the fabric. Below she wore really short shorts. Even after giving birth to me she had remained slim. Possibly due to the depressive life she had led for the past twenty years or so. With only a little work she could pass for my girlfriend. I always had thoughts like these about us. I don't know why. Now even more so, she had become the only woman I loved in my life.
"Hey ma. Let's go for a movie!" Her face instantly lit up. Her wide smile had become a drug which I now craved so much.
Subduing
A few months had passed since that revelation. I had broken off with that bitch I called a girlfriend. My father was gone for good when I told him that if he did not leave us (my mom and I), my mom would press charges relating to domestic violence and that she had a solid witness in me. That did the trick and he left that neighborhood together with my girlfriend.
My life at home also improved. My mother also started to look well. Her mood had improved and now she didn't look dull like she did before. She still stayed at home, cooked for me and waited every evening for me to return home so that we could hang out or watch a movie.
I too was in a much better place. I had been recently promoted and that small hike in salary allowed me to buy gifts for mum. After all, it was the least I could do. Essentially in all ways: I was the man of the house. Mum expected me to do all the manly chores as well. I also fixed up my dad's old wagon and now we could traverse locally in that.
But at times my mother would become sad. She knew that I would have to leave her behind someday and start a family of my own but I assured her repeatedly that I will never leave her. Lately this fear had only grown inside her and no amount of counselling would bring her peace. 'Oh, if only I could tell her that she is all that I will ever have in life', I thought to myself.
So in order to remove this phobia, I planned a trip to Bali. It was beautiful, tropical and romantical. This trip would assure her of my feelings for her, I thought. But what I didn't know was what this trip would mean for both of us. We wouldn't return back as a normal family, rather as something much more.
She was so excited when she heard about it.
She jumped on top of me when I revealed to her the news and that moment when I held her buttocks with my hands and felt her soft breasts squeezing into my chest, was priceless. I held her in my hands for quite some time. I didn't expect this reaction from her but it made me happy. Her body touching mine made me really hard and thank goodness she couldn't feel it or it would've been really awkward. She was kissing all over my neck like an animated lover but due to obvious reasons I couldn't do the same to her.
As the excitement faded she started to weep like a little kitten. I was still holding her and her arms and legs were gripping onto me tightly as she strengthened her grip on my body.
"What happened, why are you crying? Should I cancel the tri..", I couldn't even complete the sentence before she interrupted.
