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I didn't jerk off once, not twice, but three times in a row. Although I finished after a couple of jerks, the first jerk was so easy, the second jerk lasted longer, and let's not even talk about my third jerk, which lasted more than twice as long as the second.
I looked up and realized it was already late, so late that it was already getting dark outside and Mom still hadn't come home. Dad definitely won't be home today, and by Monday he'll be done making up some story; he's probably gone for the weekend with his mistress.
This isn't the first time Dad has done this to us, and it won't be the last. Let's be honest, his marriage to my mother ended in the worst possible way, and at best, Mom will keep the house.
My two sisters will move out before finishing college, while the other two siblings will try to make their own lives with their respective partners.
For my part, I only had to look at the system account once: 300 system coins..
Each straw provides 100 system coins, far exceeding the 5 coins given out in different actions by the system. For a normal person, these 300 system coins represent at least six months of pure and hard work, but don't be fooled by the numbers.
In hunter language, these 300 system coins are earned after a week at any job, or they can also be obtained by selling a dead goblin in perfect condition, not to mention bigger things like Goblins, Battle Wargs, Kobolds, and even much bigger things like Orcs, Troll, Ogres not to mention wild beasts.
As I finish fantasizing about my possible future life, a car pulls up in front of my house and honks its horn a couple of times. (It's Mom.) I say in my mind before looking at the slimy mess in my crotch.
Since each cumshot is twice as much as usual, the copious, viscous fluid was everywhere, even staining the sheets.
I ended up pulling one of the sheets over my thighs and pulling up my underwear along with my pants before leaving my room and running down the hall toward the stairs.
Before I even reach the front door, Mom is already inside the house, dragging a grocery bag in each hand with a big smile on her face. —"There's more in the car."— She nods outside.
I end up nodding and continue walking out the door. There are shopping bags on the passenger seat, in the back seats, and in the trunk of the car.
The bags contain cereal, detergent, cooking oil, pasta, vegetables, hand soap, beef, pork, fruit, desserts, ice cream, yogurt, and even candy. I don't stop there, and I start carrying two bags on each trip. While my mother was organizing things in the pantry, she simply stores them under the sink when they're full.
As I finished carrying the grocery bags inside the house and locking the car, I approached to help.
It was at that moment that Elena stopped what she was doing for a few seconds and began sniffing the air until she got closer. —"You're wearing new cologne."— But before I could respond, she started sniffing again, getting closer, even smelling my chest and neck.
—"You smell delicious."— She told me after finishing sniffing.
I didn't know what to say, and truthfully, I wasn't planning on telling the truth, so I just ended up with an awkward smile. —"Yes, that perfume smells good."— Elena doesn't speak and just nods a couple of times at my comment, while looking me straight in the face.
—"I'm going upstairs to rest a bit, while you finish setting everything up."— At the end of her sentence, Elena nods a couple of times toward the second floor and then points to the bookshelf in front of us.
Elena walks away, and since it's a topic that wasn't up for discussion, I just end up saying, —"Oh."—
She suddenly stops in her tracks and turns: —"Right."— she says to me as if remembering something important and continues: —"When you finish setting things up, you should go to my bedroom. There's something we need to discuss."— With that, she continues walking toward the stairs.
Countless topics begin to arise in my mind to discuss with my mother, the most recurrent being what happened this morning. But there are also other, no less important, issues ranging from the situation with my father, his possible divorce and separation, the mortgage on our house, the move, my sisters' tuition, and my brothers' marital problems, to name a few.
My head begins to spin and spin to the point where I need to go outside for a walk and get some fresh air or I'll end up going crazy.
I end up going up to my bedroom to find a sports pants, a sweatshirt, and my sneakers.
Before leaving the bedroom, I grabbed the phone and heard my mother's voice talking on the phone in her bedroom.
—"I'll go for a walk."— I shouted loudly before reaching the stairs. My mother stammered her response, and not understanding, I continued walking. Seconds later, she was still talking.
Leaving the house, I began walking aimlessly, and after crossing a few streets, I reached the main avenue, but I didn't stop. I just kept walking and walking until I found a group of girls screaming, making obscene gestures, or approaching cars and exchanging a few words with the driver.
I stand for several minutes watching the group of girls come and go, stopping cars, chatting with the drivers. Some accept, others don't. It was at that moment that a simple, but perhaps effective, idea occurred to me: (What if?)
Even though the decision has been made, I can't just cross the street and ask:
Why not?
No one in their right mind wants an STI, so I have to be careful. Plus, as a minimum requirement, I need as a minimum requirement to request a health card, find a place and a car. Although picking up girls on the street is cheap, I don't want to go to jail either.
You know what I mean.
In these cases, a girlfriend is the best option, but getting to third base would take me a couple of months at least, so I end up shaking my head.
My next option is clubbing, hooking up with girls in bars, but I don't want to end up with someone with high mileage.
You know, someone who's even been with the bellboy to save tips, with a shady past? Once again, I'm shaking my head. Plus, this mom.
And what will happen when the numbers above her head hit 100.?
Back to the beginning.
With a much clearer mind and idea, I return home, although it takes me much longer than necessary since I'd walked several blocks. Before entering the house, I end up checking my phone screen and the time.
8:30 p.m.
—"I'm back."— I shout as loudly as possible, but there's no response. As I walk through the house, I glance sideways at each of the sofas in the living room looking for my mother. When I don't see anyone, I go to the kitchen, but Mom isn't there either.
In 30 minutes, Mom will come down to the kitchen to make dinner. With this in mind, I head to the pantry and look for some kind of candy or snack with a strong smell or taste.
I find a bag of caramels, dark chocolate, and a liter of yogurt. I take the three packages and carry them to bathroom.
The plan is simple: spread my seed on each product and wait for the reaction. I know this is a very poor and stupid idea, but I must have a guinea pig.
With that, I take both the caramels, dark chocolates, and yogurt. I end up taking them to the bathroom, where it takes me longer to jerk off than to spread my seed on both sides of each caramel and chocolate. It was much easier with the yogurt. I put my seed on a spoon before putting the contents into the container, then I shake until I get a uniform mixture.
I go down to the kitchen to put the caramels, chocolate, and yogurt back where they were.
On my way back down the second-floor hallway, my mother peeks around the side of her door. —"Hey Dave, come here."— She yells, making a couple of gestures for me to come closer.
When Dave is a few feet away from the bedroom door, Elena finally opens it. —"Come on, come in, come in."— After his sudden appearance and knock, Elena even grabs the boy's arm, excitedly saying, —"Your Aunt Olivia, she wants you to help her around her house with some things."—
Several thoughts regarding Aunt Olivia pop into Dave's head, while the boy doesn't confirm, but doesn't deny, his attendance at his aunt's house.
Olivia is a 40-year-old woman with a physique that's cared for through exercise, gym routines, and strict diets. She's a divorced woman with two daughters, and like her mother, she's piled high with debt as a result of a bad relationship.
I think bad relationships abound within the family.
—"So I'll confirm with your aunt that you'll be there tomorrow."— Elena's question snaps Dave out of his thoughts, and the boy wrinkles his face, remembering that air of grandeur his aunt usually has whenever Dave visits her house..
Before Dave can open his mouth to flatly refuse, Elena pushes the bedroom door open with her foot. —"Come on, come on."— the woman comments, walking arm in arm with the boy into the bedroom.
Elena pushes Dave's back against the bed as she adds. —"Wait a minute, Dave. I'll go take off this dress."— With that, Elena immediately walks away toward the bathroom. With nothing else to do, the boy's eyes wander aimlessly around the bedroom, catching his attention at a half-open drawer in the nightstand next to the bed.
Dave finally opens the drawer, and inside is an adoption document with his name on it.
(I'M ADOPTED..?) The boy screams in his mind, feeling a void descend in his stomach. Suddenly, a series of emotions invade his mind: anger, fear, sadness. Just as Dave is about to go find Elena, the system screen appears in his vision with the following message:
[Hunter's Instinct: Activated.]
This simple system announcement unleashed an unusual calm in Dave's mind, causing him to stop immediately and reconsider any doubts or questions. For Dave, it was like being in slow motion, as his mind and eyes moved extremely quickly across the floor, the bed, the nightstand, the closet, and the sofa inside the bedroom.
He noticed many things that had previously gone unnoticed, like underwear behind the pillow, cosmetic dust under the bed, dirty shoes carelessly thrown away, and the hidden corner of a laptop among the dirty clothes.
Dave looked at the document again, and the paper wasn't thick, nor was it yellowed with age. It looked freshly printed. So he took out his phone, took some pictures, and started searching for these types of documents online.
The results didn't take long to appear, causing the boy to raise an eyebrow, but now with proof on his phone screen, his doubts were replaced by another question.
Why...?
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