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I Think It Sucks I’m Now One Of My Poor Mom’s Chores: Episode 1 by Luca Satana
Thanks to some stupid shit I said, my stupid dad gave my poor mom a new chore. And let me tell you, I think it sucks I’m now one of my poor mom’s chores.
Okay, so, first off, my parents are weird. I mean, if you ask me, they’re downright dysfunctional. My dad is stupid and does dumb things, like goes to the bar and not much else. My mom is super nice and sweet, and saves lives, literally, working as a doctor at the hospital. And yet, my dad, like some kind of fucking delusional wart puss nags my mom incessantly. Over the stupidest stuff. Nothing, really. Telling her to do this and do that. Giving her chores. Actual chores. He literally does nothing all day, and he gives her chores to do. It was really bogus. And my mom, she just sits there and takes it. And now, on top of that, thanks to some stupid shit I said, it’s even worse for her. And let me tell you, I think it sucks I’m now one of my poor mom’s chores.
Excerpt:
So, after I heard my mom call me the third time, I finally turned the shower off. “Mom, are you calling me?”
No answer.
Seriously, this was getting aggravating. So, I got out, probably a little sudsy and everything, and wrapped a towel around me, and went looking for my mom.
“Mom, did you call me?” I said, as I approached my mom and dad’s room.
“Oh. Yes, I did,” my mom said, as she was sitting on the floor in her room. She was only partway dressed, with a pink robe on, with nothing but a pink bra and panties on underneath. She, was sitting there, well, weird. Almost spread-eagle.
I grimaced at the sight, and almost right away started cursing my growing cock inside my towel. I scooted back a bit, wrapping my lower half around the corner.
“Where are you going?” my mom said, smiling.
“Nowhere. I’m all wet.”
“Well, that’s good. That way you can finish your shower, after.”
“After what?”
“Come in here, and Mommy will tell you.”
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“I’m having issues.”
“Oh. Well, that’s good, too. Because that’s part of it.”
“How are my issues part of it, or anything for that matter?”
“Well, come in here, silly.” My mom giggled. “And we can discuss it.”
“Okay…” I suddenly hurried in and sat on my mom and dad’s bed.
“No. Down here.”
“Okay. Fine.” I hurriedly sat down, Indian-style, next to her. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, I think Mommy can see a little bit of your issue. It’s a big issue.”
“Mom. That’s gross.”
“No. No, it isn’t.”
“Agree to disagree, Mom.”
