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this chapter is short and weird, please tolerate it there is a reason I wrote it and it was always part of what I had planned just like Sam's mother chapter
i didn't see this coming
Sam opened her eyes slowly, looking at the ceiling that became more and more familiar, she was in her boyfriend's room, after having spent the night with him, they were both naked under the shed, and he was hugging one of her breasts, while her head was resting on the blonde's arm.
The night before after finishing the show, they took advantage of the fact that the boy's mother was out to go to the bedroom for another kissing session, which quickly heated up, but unlike previous times she did not resort to submitting him, on the contrary she allowed him getting creative which led to an interesting evening, the boy had evidently been studying, as he did things with her body, which she herself had not yet tried when pleasing herself, and despite the girl's body had demonstrated more than vividly that what he did was more than satisfactory, causing her to almost faint without ever penetrating her with his member, and when he began to impale her with his trunk he took her to another level giving her multiple moments of pleasure, before they both fell exhausted.
There was something wrong, the night had been more than she could ask for in the pleasure department, and even so the excitement and thrill of the other occasions was not present, she felt as if been in the passenger seat. of one of the most entertaining and pleasant rides, but the lack of control somehow managed to mitigate what made the other occasions something special, it also did not help that somehow her boyfriend during all that time felt distant or rather as if he was taking an exam, that he got the highest scores there is no doubt, but he lacked passion.
For her just seeing him sleep next to her reaffirmed what she knew, it is loves what she feel for him and not just a crush, this was serious, but the same could be said about how her mother feels for her father and that did not end well, slowly raises the hand that is holding her chest and places it on the other side of the boy's body forcing him to roll so that she can release her hand from under the his head, gets up from the bed picks up her clothes, which is found meticulously bent and accommodated in a chair in front of the desk, to go to the bathroom, get ready and go to the apartment across where her best friend hass clothes for her to change.
But once she gets to the living room after dressing, she finds Mrs. Benson sitting on the couch with a drink in her hand, "Young lady, please have a seat", the adult says without turning to look at her, when the woman notices the blonde tries sneaking away she clears her throat before saying "cough,cough, I just want to talk, it's obvious that you are an important part of my son's life and there is nothing I can do to change that, so please have a seat"
reluctantly Sam decides to walk in front of her boyfriend's mother and take a seat next to her "ok what do you want, I don't have all day today Freddie and I are going to visit my uncle"
The woman in her thirties looking straight ahead as if she were talking to the television, despite having the young woman sitting on the right, "You may not know it, but few in my family accept my son as part of it, and due to situations beyond my control my ability to have another is null "the older woman takes a sip of a drink that from the looks of it charger a good kick, greater than a regular drink" His father and the man's family, they don't acknowledge Fredward at all, they have even placed a restraining order against me so that I do not approach them, "this time after finishing the sentence the brunette looked directly into the eyes of the blonde" I know what you call me behind my back, not because of Fredward, He has always looked for a way to justify and even hide certain things that were obviously your work, rather you have said it out loud enough times so that it was almost impossible for me not to hear it. " finishing the drink in the glass and getting up, She goes to take a bottle from the counter, while Sam follows her with her eyes without moving from the seat.
With the bottle in her hand, Marisa approaches the chair again and resumes her position "when you and my son met for the first time, before Carly came to live with her brother in the building, during first grade I already knew that you would be useful to keep my son under control, why you chose him as the object of torture, I never understood, until now, but the more you scared him, the more he retreated away from the outside world, and unlike the other bullies that my son eventualy gane their, sympathy for helping them with homework or problems they had, it did not matter what he did for you, you continued with the torture and annoy him even more" in a single sip, lower the entire content of the glass and proceed to serve other "He started spending less time at school and more doing activities with me on the weekends and even during the week when he had no homework or projects to do" Sam remains silent but at the same time or observing the bottle to measure the content that still remains, so many years of living with an alcoholic taught her not to interrupt one when they are letting go or that bottle can easily become a projectile, "even with the arrival of the Shay's very little It really changed, when you guys started doing the show I was worried at the beginning, although after a while I realized that even that became one more way to keep him by my side, but then that fateful day came, which destroyed the small balance that we had in our lives " take another sip this time small" and here we are now, finally my son ... " the woman suddenly begins to cry and drops the bottle to the floor, which spreads on the carpet.
Sobbing the older woman takes another drink from the glass she is still holding "you know he loves you a lot right?" and looks up to see the blonde directly in the eye "and that he would do anything for you?" places a hand on the young woman's shoulder "just don't break her heart is all I ask" Marisa gets up and goes to her bedroom leaving the young woman sitting and confused, definitely this was not the way she expected the conversation will unfold, she had never seen that woman with a drink in her hand much less in the state she was in, despite calling her crazy all the time Sam had great respect for Mrs. Benson, since despite being Forced to take care of her son alone, she stood firm and did not crack under pressure from others, always doing what she considered best for her son but without completely depriving him of his freedom.
For Sam throughout the time she had met Freddie, a constant was always present his mother did not deny him what he asked for, no matter how eccentric it would be, the only condition was always that he was not in danger, if what he asked for was not it fell into the category of dangerous or risky, she was willing to accept, very different from the way her mother did things.