Chapter 5 Jack

• 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...