She snatched the paper from me and she read it. There are also scanned photographs that cannot deny what happened. My chest tightens with discomfort. How did this happen? Did Randall know about it? I looked at Ava and she looked from me back to the paper. She bit his lip so hard that she seemed to be preventing herself from saying anything and giving an opinion.
That was a photo of my dad with mommy Amelia. I could understand better if it was just a normal photo like an accidental meeting, but seeing them in the same car for no apparent reason is dumbfounded. I almost had to search the past just to find out the truth but when I read the paper it was as if something had collapsed in me.
My hands were shaking, I wanted to calm it down but it didn’t want to stop. I wanted to throw away all the heavy stuff but it seemed to suck my energy. What should I perceive? I feel like a child who wants to kick on my foot because I’m so upset. I want to run out and attack Randall’s mom, ask if she’s the reason why my parents became like that. However, every time I think of my husband I get crushed even more.
What if he also doesn’t know what happened? I don’t want to blame him for the sin he didn’t commit. I don’t want to rush. But the warm caress on my chest was gone, I wanted to go to the cemetery and be angry with my father because he was the reason why my mother couldn’t sleep well back then- it’s because of him.
“Mommy!”
I snap to reality when Randle runs to me and laughs as his father enters. Ava hid the paper behind me and I crumpled it up. I greeted them with a wide smile. Randle hugged my leg and Randall nuzzle and kissed me on the forehead. I did not show that I had discovered anything.
That’s why mama Amelia is so disgusted with me. That’s why she always brings up my mother. That’s what all is there. She turns out to be my father’s mistress, therefore the reason why she is upset with me. But I merely asked Randall to confirm that they are in a relationship.
“Randall, how long have your mommy and daddy been married? I mean, how they start. Do they love each other?” I don’t know if my questioning was correct I think my question was exaggerated because Ava pinched my hand holding the paper.
I was not mistaken that my question was unreasonable.
“Why do you need to know that?” He raised an eyebrow at my question.
I laughed heartily to relieve the fear. Afraid of what I might tell him. I am afraid that in just one wrong word there is something I accidentally spill, so I struggle to choose the right words. I scratched my head and then sniffed.
“Nothing, they are so sweet. I hope we do the same.” I vary with the correct answer.
I took a deep breath when he answered my question and he didn’t seem suspicious.
“I don’t know when they started being sweet because back then they were just always fighting for reasons I don’t know.” He shrugged as if he wasn’t interested in the next details. I just nodded and was still not satisfied with his answer because it was short and I felt lacking.
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Ava and her daughter went home, Randle is asleep next to me and Randall has just come out of the bathroom. The towel was below his body as water slid from his head down to his abs. I averted my eyes because I was once again having some kind of image in my brain. And one more thing, Randle is here next to me and we can’t have sex. He walked over, sat down next to me with my head leaning on the headboard, and whispered something.
“I will give you an hour to do everything. Let’s do it in the bathroom.” His voice was undeniably seductive. He stood up and walked back to the bathroom. I looked at Randle who was sleeping peacefully and then stood up and closed my eyes.
I never thought I would leave my son just for the worldly I wanted. I also went into the bathroom to follow him. I saw him leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. When I approached him, I no doubt removed the folded towel from him. Kneel in front of him and touch his long and fat cock. I seem to be overwhelmed by this man.
I played and licked his balls, rubbed his hard dick up to the tip. I sucked it and thought it was a lollipop. When I made sure I had moist it because of my saliva. I titjob him. I put my breast together and put his cock in the middle and started thrusting. Every time the tip of his cock hit my lips, I licked it. I could see it was giving him a voltage of electricity but he also recovered quickly because he stood me up and leaned against the wall. He is now the one who took my place.
He put my left leg on his left shoulder. He grabbed my back and started licking the private part of my body that had been dripping wet. While his tongue was inside, he looked up at me and understood what he was saying even though he had a hard time saying it.
“I am going to make you tired today.”