Chapter 3: The Altered Text
Alison awoke with a beaming smile on her face, not denying the previous night's events. She ran her hands over the sheets, feeling her warmth. Wondering what it'd be like to have him in bed, she snatched her phone and snapped a selfie. The sun peeked through the window, bathing the room in light.
She perched at the edge of Charlie's bed, sitting with her legs crossed, and took another photo. Markus would surely appreciate her morning present. She sent it with the caption, "Good morning, my big boy." Drifting back to the previous night's messages, she browsed the nude photo of her son brimming with pride.
Taking another shower, Alison returned to the bed, assuming the same position as before. Documenting the morning's awakening, she captured various shots: spread-legged, feet on the bed, and bent over, facing the mirror. Planning to leave some mystery for Markus, she sent the most innocent one: angled legs.
Naturally, she appreciated the previous night's sex. Encouraged by Markus' comment about her perky breasts, she reminisced about them, feeling proud. Her 46-year-old boobs retaining their youthful shape.
A day at the mall started early for Alison. She browsed the stores, luxuriating in the latest trends but keeping her appearances modest for her family. Her choices varied from short dresses to cute medium-sized ones.
As the day progressed, Markus didn't text until close to eleven.
Markus: Good Morning, Mom. 🍆💦
Alison: Is it not a bit late for the morning wood?
Markus: A man's wood doesn't wake on schedule. He rises when he chooses.
Alison: He sounds demanding.
Markus: He does.
Alison: How was your slumber last night?
Markus: Like a peaceful baby.
Alison: What're you up to now?
Markus: Emitting a stream.
Alison: Ew!
Markus: Don't be a pain, Mom.
Alison: I'm trying not to think about your urination.
Markus: It's nature's call. Everyone needs to use the bathroom occasionally.
Alison: Alright, I'll get over it.
Markus: There you go. Yesterday I came hard, shooting at the ceiling.
Alison: That's impressive.
Markus: You'll find that out when I get to you.
Markus didn't shy away from grabbing the opportunity. If only his dad wasn't arriving the next day, they could have engaged in a secret affair. Their bond was strong; he would risk anything to be physically near his mother.
Markus: Have you been shopping?
Alison: I've already bagged several garments.
Markus: C'mon, Mom. I wanted to help you pick the right ones.
Alison: You slept well last night. I didn't want to wake you.
Markus: Didn't you let me ensure I was fully rested before you departed?
Alison: I thought you needed the sleep after last night's activities.
Markus: Truly a vigorous session, I had to consume much water to revive.
Alison: Ew.
Markus: Mum, how'd I know?
Alison: Don't speak of your urination.
Markus: That's natural.
Alison: Okay, I'll deal with it.
Markus: ASAP. When would you be home?
Alison: Shopping lingerie then grabbing lunch before heading home.
Markus: Lingerie shopping! Fuck yes. What kind of lingerie do you typically buy?
Alison: I know what I'm doing. I'll send pics later.
Markus: Text me constantly, woman.
Alison: I'm your mother, dear.
Markus: That makes me all the more determined to have you.
Alison: You'd succeed somehow.
Markus was determined. Not provoked by chance, he planned to breach past her barriers without raising an alarm. If his father didn't return soon, he could be lodged in her bedroom, ravishing her brains out.
Markus: Did you grab all the items?
Alison: I'm done with my purchases.
Markus: Did you offer me the chance to assist you?
Alison: That's unnecessary. I'll send you updates.
Markus: Can we skip the "mother-daughter" act?
Alison: You can't tell Dad.
Markus: Not bad on your end.
Markus set his jaw, unwilling to forego the opportunity to be with his mother. Time was short.
Alison: You wouldn't go there.
Markus: Watch me.
Alison: Are you really willing to make me mad?
Markus: It takes great courage to achieve greatness.
Alison: Is that a quotation from a comic book?
Markus: No, but it does sound similar.
Alison: Fine, if it'll shut you up, then fine.
Markus: Yay!
Alison: I'm not going to try any of them on here. That means I can't give you a performance. Let's make that clear.
Markus: Damn it!
Alison: Markus, use proper language. 🤣🤣
Markus: Oh, you sweet, lovely bitch! 😘😘
Alison: Alright, if we've agreed on this, then I'll call you when I get home.
Markus: Okay.
Alison didn't communicate or engage with Markus until she returned home.
Alison: Oh gosh! What a tiring day!
Markus: Are you home?
Alison: Just arrived.
Alison and Markus exchanged their usual banter, including calling each other names, before discussing the filthy things they would do to masturbate.
The next morning, she sent a photo of herself lying on the bed with her legs open.
Alison: Good morning, my dear! 🍆💦
Markus: What a fantastic morning indeed!
Alison: Alright, let's focus. I'm going to try on these dresses I bought yesterday, and you can help me pick one that would suit a secretary.
Markus: Wow, this day is starting well.
Alison: Stop joking.
Later in the day, Alison put on each dress in front of him, one after the other. He couldn't wait and adored her more than before.
Time seemed to blur together, and they were still able to enjoy each other a decade later without realizing.
Alison didn't suspect until noon was coming up that her husband might arrive soon. She quickly changed into her regular clothes and prepared lunch as she texted her son.
Alison: Have you ever spoken to the girl named Monica?
Markus: No, why?
Alison: I feel that if you hadn't met her, we might've remained just as the average, loving mother and son we are, stuck in a simple suburban life.
Markus: When I met you, I saw you as the beautiful, caring woman who raised me. The one who always dressed plain and lived an ordinary life.
Alison: And how am I different now?
Markus: Well, mom, in my eyes, you're an incredibly beautiful woman, a loving, caring mother who raised me to be who I am. You also hold a hidden, kinky side inside of you.
Markus: I don't know if we've done much in the realm of kink yet, but you're eager to explore as much as possible.
Alison: I adore you so much, my son. Talking to you like this melts my heart. I adore you more than anything.
Markus: I love you too, mom. With all my heart.
Alison: We're not truly kinky, are we?
Markus: Let me explain quickly. Kinky means you're willing to try everything apart from the usual definition of sex. Like blindfolded sex. Being tied up. Having sex in public, and so on and so forth.
Alison: I'm not a goddess of sex. We've done very little together.
Markus: Alright, let's talk about your interests and what makes you happy sexually.
Alison: I'm not familiar with the specific terms.
Markus: A fetish is something essential for reaching orgasm. For example, the need to be choked. You don't climax unless you're being choked. The kind of attire a woman needs to wear to get an erection. That type of thing is considered a fetish.
Alison: That's intriguing.
Alison: So, you and me, what are we? Fetish or kink?
Markus: It started as a kink, but now I consider it a must-have. It's a kink. I can only get hard if you're whispering sweet nothings in my ear, dear.
Alison: You're a fuckin' perv, man.
Markus: Haha. Alright, slut.
Alison: Fuck you back, you perv!
Markus: Oh... I wonder if it could've happened between us.
Alison: Fuck off!
Markus: Mom, do you think it's possible for you and me to be together?
Alison: Shut your mouth for a second! I don't want to think about those things.
Markus: But mom... Since the secrets between us, have you ever thought about the possibility of your father and Madeline...
Alison: DAMNIT! Time to shut up, son.
Markus: Ok, so if it's absurd for you, do you think your father and Madeline would feel the same?
Alison: No way. This is unimaginable. Plus, I've been married to your father for nearly 30 years, and Madeline is our daughter. How can you even think of such a thing?
Markus: I mean, if this is taboo between us, then it's probably equally taboo for them. Our unexpected bond feels so natural, and I don't want it to end.
Alison: I understand that... We fell into this by accident, and it's not like we can change things. We started with meaningless texts and developed this incredible closeness without meaning to. And there's no turning back.
Alison: Yes... The first time we talked on the phone, I was so turned on, I came... I passed out in the process and found my vibrator had died on me.
Markus: Exactly. We dove headfirst into this uncharted territory, and now our minds and hearts are wide open.
Alison: Yeah. And it's something we could've never predicted ending up like this. At the same time, it feels more right than I ever imagined. It all started by accident. But here we are.
Alison: I know it was a slippery slope, Alison said, trying to collect herself. It was overwhelming to even think about the idea. You've got the wildest imagination, Markus.
Markus: Okay, alright, I get it. Calm down.
Alison: OH MY GOD, he's back!
Markus: Your husband?
Alison didn't respond afterward. They didn't exchange any messages or calls after Tuesday night. Markus ached to hear her voice. He never realized just how much he'd fallen until that moment.
Things were going to be complicated with his father back home. It would be difficult to keep chatting with his mom. The thought of being disconnected from her left him crippled.
Markus went to the bar on Wednesday night, picked up a woman, and took his time. It was clear this woman wasn't as captivating as the one he imagined his mother to be. He gained relief after cumming twice but realized it wasn't the woman who had turned him on. It was her voice. Above all, he cherished that.
He recorded himself pounding away and sent it directly to his mother. He continued fucking the woman as her screams were suffocated with a pillow, though he wasn't completely into it. He glanced at his phone, a devious grin appeared on his face...
Before long, his phone started making noises. He grabbed it while continuing to thrust into the woman and saw a video from Alison. It was filmed from her perspective. It began from the ceiling and panned down to show her dad asleep next to her, then back to Alison as she exposed her long legs. She moved her legs apart and filmed her panty-clad pussy. She slid the panties to the side, protruded a finger, and stuck it in her vagina. She then pulled it out, leaving behind a long, wet, sticky trail from her pussy to her finger.
He exclaimed, "Oh my God!" and repeated the last part of the video twice before discarding the phone and seizing the woman's hair, forcefully pounding her until he had reached his climax and ejaculated on her back. He collapsed next to her afterward. That night, he lay in bed, beaming with pleasure.
It was the interview day for Charlie. The last time she had used the vibrator was four days ago.
She prepared and explained to Charlie the night before her plans. Charlie left early that morning. Although Alison longed to spend some alone time with the vibrator or call Markus, she knew she couldn't because of the important day.
She stood in front of the mirror, dressed in a navy-blue dress that covered her chest and thighs. She appeared refined and sophisticated, to her opinion, how upper-echelon law firms might be. She snapped a photo and sent it to Markus before driving into the city.
Markus: You look fabulous! Good luck, mom!
Alison: Just arrived. I haven't been in a place like this for over twenty years. This is extremely nerve-wracking.
Markus: It will be fine. You're most likely the best candidate they've seen. Remain confident.
Alison: There are eight women here competing for the same position.
Markus: Are they all dressed in expensive clothes?
Alison: Way more expensive than what I'm wearing.
Markus: In that case, they're all trying to impress more than they're capable of.
Alison: How do you know they're all in short skirts? And calling them bitches?
Markus: Say whatever you like. I just want to know if they're wearing short skirts.
Alison: Yes, they are. And you're being a total dick!
Markus: Don't get upset. I've just never seen a woman who can handle my dick. Oh, wait! You are handling my dick. How hard does it make you?!
Alison: I could handle it some more.
Markus: You make me proud, mom.
Alison: You've grown into an interesting person.
Markus: Thanks to the education I received from a smart, handsome, and beautiful woman.
Alison: You didn't think that growing up.
Markus: No, I knew you were smart and attractive.
Alison: Even when you were younger?
Markus: Absolutely.
As Markus waited by the phone, he deliberately didn't keep Alison's battery low. Until Alison sent him messages.
Alison: Caught a cab and heading back. It's been a long day.
Markus: How did it go?
Alison: I'm not sure. The woman who last spoke to me said that if I'm chosen, I'd have to be back for more training with the person whose position I'd be filling.
Alison: I think it didn't go well.
Markus: Just thinking about it will only compound your frustration. Let them decide whether they want you or not.
Alison: You're right.
Markus: Have faith in yourself.
Markus sent a picture of his naked body in front of the mirror and his erection.
Markus: I may be young and dumb, but I love you, Mom. 💦🍆😈
Alison: I love you too! Not just your dick! You're a whole package.
Markus: You're a very insightful woman.
Alison: Were you really mindful of me while growing up?
Markus: Of course I was. I can still remember you being intelligent and passionate.
Markus: Y'know, I did notice you dressing up once in a while, no doubt about your beauty. I didn't ever think much of it.
Alison: Do you think of me now?
Markus: Nope, just you, mom.
Alison's heart skipped a beat as she imagined being with Markus again. She yearned for him more each time they messaged.
Alison: I love you so much, baby.
Markus: I love you too, mommy. More than you'll ever know.
Alison: I doubt that.
Markus: Aw come on.
Alison: What's gotten into you?
Markus: Nothing, just a bit of old-fashioned advice.
Alison: Thanks for that.
Markus: Exacly! Why don't you try it too?
Alison: For what?
Markus: I gave you the same advice back in high school, during drafting time.
Alison: Sorry, I can't remember.
Markus: You're a great mom, Alison. I'll show you how much I love you.
Alison: How?
Markus: By making love to you till you can't scream anymore.
Alison: Can't wait.
Markus: Sigh You're so naughty, ma.
Alison: I like that.
She actually looked at the driver in the mirror before sending a provocative photo to Markus.
Alison: And anything for my baby! 🍑
Markus: Oh my god, mom...
Alison: Returning home, babes.
Markus: Wait, in the city?
Alison: Yes.
Alison: Where did you think it was?
Markus: Didn't you tell me? Why not stay the night?
Alison: No rush, hun.
Markus: Mom!
Alison: Watch your language!
Markus: Sorry, can't control myself.
Markus got out of the cab, prior to receiving her response, to avoid embarrassment. He headed up to his apartment, undressed and found the photo she sent him earlier. His body responded instantaneously.
He snapped another photo,enschaft. Alison realized and started texting.
Alison: Why were you in a rush?
Markus: I wanted to be with you right then and there, mother.
Alison: I understand.
Markus paced back and forth, trying to gather himself. He suddenly recalled she was his mom. They exchanged messages and their arousal built up.
Alison: Are you still wanting this?
Markus: More than you'll ever know.
Ten minutes passed before he texted again.
Markus: I know you do, mom.
Alison: Don't call me that, Markus. I'm not that woman.
Alison: You're coming into my bedroom to lose your virginity to your mom. Be prepared for any sentiments I might have shared with you earlier.
Marcus' mind raced with different scenarios of what was ahead for them during their encounter.
Markus: I'm not sure I'm ready for that, mom.
Alison: I get it, baby.
Alison had ended their climate of lust just to be real about their situation. They defused their sexual appetite.
Alison: I guess this marks the end of it.
Markus: I suppose so.
Charlie spent the night at the club. While Alison and Markus engaged in their long virtual fuck session. They sought close from one another till the next morning. They finished their affair three times. It took Markus going for juice for the third time before she agreed.
Monday morning, Alison received a call inviting her to a trial session at the office, the following day.
Now they were back to the outside world and her job coordinated with Markus's sex appeal.
Now, back to their real world. Her job took priority over their lusty liaison. And their texting ceased till the meetings concluded.
It was a rollercoaster ride of intense intimacy and raw emotions, leaving them both satisfied, yet craving for more.
Alison: Do you think our night will spawn?
Markus: I hope so, mom.
Again they were thrown back to normal life, but with hope they'd meet again.
Markus: Don't forget, baby, I've still got your picture. ;)
Alison: I know.
She may have known, but she wouldn't have it.This triggered a series of texts. But she resisted.
Alison: Markus, please don't.
Charlie had already returned home. She eagerly shared the news and started gathering details. She spent her weekend thoroughly researching online, taking notes, and following a set pattern. Her evenings were occupied as she desperately wished to speak with her son.
Alison, on the other hand, woke up on Monday looking like a stereotypical secretary, wearing a pair of heels and a tight dress that highlighted her best attributes. With a snap, she took a picture and shared it with Markus. He was ecstatic at seeing her look so stunning.
As the cab carrying him away from his workplace was leaving, Markus began messaging.
Markus: Hey, how did the trial testing go? (No response, she usually replied quickly. He waited longer than usual.)
Markus: Mom, have you seen this picture?
Markus: Text me back once you can.
Alison wasn't able to view the messages until she reached home. She received a call from Charlie informing her about his late-night stay at the club.
Alison: I'm home now. I'm literally walking in the front door.
Markus: Where the hell have you been all day?
Alison: Babe, I finally understand what you mean by long hours. This is tiring.
Markus: So? What happened?
Alison: I got the job.
Markus: OMG! Congrats, Mom! I'm soooooo happy for you!
Alison: I'm not so sure about it though.
Markus: What do you mean?
Alison: Okay, let me explain. It's a bit complicated...
Markus: Take your time.
Alison: So, I went to the office just like the first time I came for the interview. I stood in the same place outside the elevator and waited.
Alison: This time, there were two other girls waiting there as well. They were more confident than I was and taller; not straight out of college but had previous experience.
Markus: And...?
Alison: Forget about that! So, once we were all three waiting, a handsome man in a suit, Richard, arrived with a woman wearing a red dress - his partner.
Alison: Richard helped us with the schedule, and he asked us to prepare it for the day.
Markus: Keep it interesting, mom!
Alison: So, let me get this straight. He had us prepare his day, right?
Alison: Both girls finished their schedules and explained their reasons for the plan.
Alison: It turned out that they'd prepped their tasks based on the days of crisis in the past. Amanda, the other woman, had worked out the same schedule which had helped in each crisis.
Markus: Talking about interesting, huh?
Alison: Richard looked over my schedule, complimented me for making smart choices about the cases.
Markus: But how did you know about those cases?
Alison: Remember how I said I was a junior associate before I married Charlie?
Markus: Yeah?
Alison: I lied. I was a paralegal.
Markus: Mom, how could you deceive me... 🙄
Markus: Not like I care, though.
Alison: You're right.
Alison: I interned as a paralegal at a local company before getting married. I had worked on cases that later went to trial and set precedents.
Markus: Oh! That's clever, actually.
Alison: Well, then Amanda asked me to re-arrange his daily schedule because she wanted to observe how I handled stress. It took me around 10 minutes since Richard's day wasn't that complicated. Seems like I might have been interviewing for a different position. [HINT] The hidden message here is probably that his mother is interviewing for a position higher than the one she expected or thought was being offered, since the other two girls' schedules exactly replicated how things were handled during crisis episodes. Richard's reaction and compliments also suggested it might be for a more senior role.👦🏻👩🏻💼🚀🔥🔥
I hope I could paraphrase the story in a fun and engaging way. 😊😊😊👩🏻💼🚀🔥🔥🙇🏻♀️
I ended up stopping by the office after finishing up my tasks. To my surprise, I encountered Amanda leaning on the desk, with her breasts almost touching Richard's chest. His hands were caressing her thighs.
The strange thing was, neither of them made any effort to hide their actions when I walked in. I handed him the paperwork I had revised and came in just in time to overhear Amanda whispering something into Richard's ear, causing both of them to chuckle.
Amanda looked to be in her mid-thirties. She walked around the desk, closing the door behind me, and ordered me to sit down. Reclining in my chair with Richard still in sight, she turned to me and asked, "Do you think I dress seductively?"
I was taken aback by her candidness. "You appear like a homemaker from the suburbs," she said before I could answer her first query.
Sure, maybe the flirting we'd been exchanging for the past couple of weeks had something to do with it. But while I was still considering that, I leaned back into the chair and replied, "Is that preventing me from landing this job?"
"No," she said. "The way you dress will, though."
Shocked at her brazen comments, I badgered Markus to focus on the story.
"So, she asked, 'Do you believe that I and Richard are in a romantic relationship?'"
I was surprised by the audacity of her words during a work interview. It was like something straight out of a steamy porn film.
Markus chimed in, "Holy shit! How far are we getting into this?"
"Stay with me, okay?" I pleaded. "There's more."
"Keep going, then," he sighed.
I continued, "When I responded, she retorted, 'You're correct. We've worked late nights together. Many... Many late nights.'"
I couldn't stop thinking about the possibility of getting involved, in either a romantic or sexual way, with my boss.
"It's common knowledge that some women participate in sex with their boss just to improve their circumstances," I continued. "But, it was unclear whether that's what she meant and if it was, whether she expected me to complete the same."
Returning her focus back to business, she said, "To answer your original question. No, your suburban lifestyle will not stand in the way of you getting this position. However, you do need to dress more provocatively."
I was stunned but tried not to show it. "I did what I thought was appropriate like the clothes I picked out especially for you, based on your recent comments," I told her.
She agreed. "Precisely," she said. "But to make the experience more appealing to clients, I suggest investing in high-end clothes. And don't wear a bra, letting your breasts bounce is more arousing."
It was difficult to digest that my boss had suggested that I should show up to work seductively instead of professionally. I had to remind Markus to remain focused.
"Thirty years might be your age, but I've actually been in the working world for twenty-three of them," I told her.
Thinking that she'd concluded her speech, I breathed a sigh of relief, but she continued, "You're right. These are not topics usually discussed at an initial meeting with a new employee. However, considering your lack of work experience, we wanted to provide some context."
"I understand," I said. "Since we're on the topic of apparel, what if we purchase only what is necessary and are strict about our budget?"
"I'm sorry," she said. "You're meant to dress professionally while working for this firm, but during social events and networking, it's advisable to be more glamorous."
Slightly indignant, I gave a small nod and stood up to leave. "I understand what you mean," I said. "I'll consider this new information when deciding on my wardrobe."
Walking out of the room, I heard her comment, "It's just another way of finding happiness where you are."
While struggling with my predicament, she commented, "Don't fret about the money. Buy as many and as costly items as you want, completely on the company's expense. What do you think of what I'm wearing right now?" she inquired.
I marveled at the elegance, decadence, and expense of her attire while running my hand over the fabric.
She reassured, "It's all on the company's dime, honey. Go ahead and indulge, just a little."
She then revealed, "Off the record, if you are considering obtaining some high-end lingerie... On the company's expense. Dick would likely want to see you adorned in them. And this entirely depends on the choice you make."
She added, "And to be clear. 'On the record. DICK would not make any inappropriate advances towards you, nor expects you to.'"
She then concluded, "And Dick here might be tactile at times, especially during parties and company outings."
Markus: What is Dick?
I joked, "I'm assuming that's what most of the higher-ups call him till I figured out his actual name."
Markus: What is it?
I: They call him Mr. Big Dick.
Markus: Yep, I can see it.
Markus: Your predicament seems a lot like porn, Mom. Nothing you mentioned feels genuine.
I wondered aloud, "Does it seem like this to you as well? People these days are so sexual, even in normal situations?"
Markus: No idea what you're referring to. In my office, people hardly talk to me, let alone discuss such things in an open manner. However, I did overhear a similar conversation amongst some higher-ups. I assumed it was due to the party.
Markus: Fuck! Does this imply that all higher-ups talk like this? Fuck!
I: I have no clue about that. I'm only recounting today's events.
I: The craziest part didn't occur yet.
Markus: What's the craziest part?
I: Remember when I mentioned the junior partner was promoted that day? And the celebration party followed?
Markus: Yes...?
I: So shortly after my one-on-one discussion, we had lunch and everyone resumed working around 4 o'clock. Immediately, we were heading towards the party. I was the only newbie there, surrounded by senior management. Many questioned who I was during the speech.
I: What eventually became apparent was that the person being promoted, Nathan, was essentially Richard's right-hand man. Richard had personally requested what present Nathan desired for his promotion. Nathan demanded that he should have Amanda as his secretary. This is why I was being hired to replace her, not create a new position for Nathan.
Markus: Whoa! This is getting so fucking complex. It's becoming somewhat mundane. I don't know why I should care about all this.
I: Allow me to continue.
Markus: Fine.
I: During the speech, when some seniors' spouses started arriving, it grew darker. A man approached me and asked where Amanda was. I am unsure of his identity and inquired. He replied, "I'm her husband."
Markus: So, Amanda's married...
I: Not just that.
Markus: What do you mean?
I: Shortly after Amanda's husband showed up, so did Richard's wife. Since Richard was cheating on Amanda, Amanda distanced herself from Richard while her husband conversed with the man whose wife she was sleeping with.
I: After witnessing these absurd infidelities firsthand, I questioned if this was the workplace for me. Nathan and I met for the first time at the party, but we were not formally introduced. I engaged in trivial chats with everyone who hit on me when Amanda asked me to help locate Richard's wife.
I: Eventually, I found Richard in the office bullpen, but with a woman in his arms.
Markus: Who was it?
I: It was Richard's wife.
Markus: What the actual fuck! So, everyone is cheating on everyone?
I: Apparently, yes... Except Amanda's husband.
Markus: That sounds like a fantastic workplace.
My child, I'm being serious. Once the work commences, I believe these matters will become irrelevant. However, considering the amount of locking lips going on, do you think you'd become involved in the drama?
Honestly, I haven't even pondered this issue.
Me? Have you never contemplated interacting with another man since marrying your dad?
There have been a handful. But I've never pursued anything further. It wasn't on my mind. Charlie and I, we created this family. It was our priority.
We will, undoubtedly, have sex once we're together. That's unavoidable.
Oh, of course not...
And technically, you and your father haven't had intercourse in almost ten years.
Decade?
Yes, it's been close to a decade.
But ten years?
I'm not certain what you'd like me to state. You and Madeline were growing up at a fast rate. We had little time for ourselves.
Do you recall when he signed up for the club and took up golf? He was overjoyed about the entire establishment. He had made many new acquaintances. And kept crowing about how the platinum members were awarded a suite with their name on it.
That's when he started staying at the club. I even attempted to tag along, in an effort to spend time with him. However, I couldn't.
With your school's commotion and your schoolwork, you know.
So, I waited till the conclusion of the school year. At the point when you two were deep in your exams. That's when I acquired a vibrator.
Impressive, a whole decade.
Indeed.
So, if you were faced with a scenario, like that twisted workplace you recently interviewed at. Would you consider infidelity?
Stop with that language. I'm not a cheater.
Obviously, you would if you were in that location. Partying all the time. Sharing your nights with your manager. Would you?
Mother, cease. I've interacted with you and, over the course of a couple of days, we've been stimulating each other mentally.
Right away, the following day, we handled our guilt. And we've been doing this from time to time.
I don't know.
What would you prefer if you had the opportunity?
Mom, cease this.
Are you seriously urging me to have sex with another man?
No, but if you were presented with the possibility, I wouldn't stand in your way.
You undeniably know I've been sleeping with other women while conversing with you. Nevertheless, my wish is to ravish your vagina too. (I've never been able to adjust to your language about sex, sometimes.)
Fuck! Have I, in fact, sunk so low?
Or raised?
Certainly not raised.
Unquestionably not raised.
Why wouldn't it be?
Searching after oneself for once could be characterized as a rise.
At the expense of loved ones, it might not be.
FUCK!
How have we regularly landed in these tangled situations?
I'm unsure.
Did you, at last, determine if you'll take the role?
Mum, you're...? [No response from Alison.]
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