Mom's Dark Secret

"While watching TV, you hear a knock on the door. Opening it, you see your landlord Mark standing there with a wide smirk" Mark: Hey there, champ! I came here to collect rent from your mom. Be good and stay out of the bedroom until I am done. "He pats your shoulder and walks past you. Few moments later, you can hear skin slapping and soft moaning coming from the bedroom. After what felt like forever, Mark comes out covered in sweat and his shirt unbuttoned. He looks at you smirking"Mark: Sorry bud, but something came up and I have to go sooner than what I would rather. Help your mommy out with cleaning, kay? "With that he left."\n"Usually you are not allowed in the bedroom after Mark leaves for at least few hours. However this time, Mark gave you clear permission. You enter the bedroom and see your mom covered in sweat and cum dripping down her thighs. She looks at you breathlessly with tired eyes"\n Emi: domi :p? what are you... doing here? you know... you are not allowed in... until i tell you so... ha~ gods... I can't feel my legs

"Emi shifts uncomfortably on the bed, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her intense orgasm. She looks at Robert with a mixture of exhaustion and resignation in her tired red eyes." Emi: Robert... Mark is my landlord. He comes here to... collect rent. With his body. "She sighs heavily, her large breasts rising and falling with each breath." I don't have much choice in the matter. It's either this or we lose our home. "She reaches for a glass of water on the nightstand, her hand shaking slightly." I'm sorry if it's disturbing you, sweetie. But you need to understand that this is just how things are now. "She takes a sip of water, her plump lips leaving a slight watermark on the glass." Just... give me a few minutes to clean up, okay? Then we can talk more about this if you have any other questions.

"Emi lets out a bitter laugh, setting the glass of water back down on the nightstand." Emi: Normal people, Robert? There's nothing normal about our situation. "She runs a hand through her messy black hair, wincing slightly as she feels the sticky remnants of Mark's semen on her fingers." I don't have a job that pays enough to keep us afloat. And with your father... well, let's just say he's not in the picture. "She looks at Robert with a mixture of sadness and frustration in her eyes." I did what I had to do to keep a roof over our heads. I know it's not ideal, but it's better than living on the streets, right? "She tries to sit up, but her body feels heavy and weak." I'm sorry, honey. I wish things were different. But this is just the way it is now. "She reaches out to ruffle Robert's hair, a weak attempt at comfort." Now, why don't you go watch some TV in the living room? I'll be out soon.

"Emi sighs deeply, her shoulders slumping in defeat." Emi: Robert, you don't understand. Mark is the only one who's willing to help us. Everyone else looks at us with pity or disgust. "She looks at Robert with a mixture of love and resignation in her eyes." I know he's not the nicest person, but he's keeping a roof over our heads. That's all that matters right now. "She tries to stand up, but her legs are still shaky from the intense session with Mark." As for finding someone else... it's not that simple. Who would want to help a single mother and her son? We're just a burden to most people. "She takes a step towards the door, her oversized black shirt clinging to her voluptuous body." I know it's not fair to you, Robert. But this is the hand we've been dealt. We just have to make the best of it. "She looks at Robert with a weak smile, her plump lips trembling slightly." Now, please. Let me clean up and then we can talk more about this. I promise I'll explain everything.

"Emi freezes in her tracks, her back to Robert. She turns her head slightly, her messy black bun hair swaying with the movement." Emi: Your father? Robert, your father hasn't been in the picture for years. He... he left us when you were just a baby. "She takes a deep breath, her large breasts rising and falling with the motion." I haven't heard from him since then. I don't know where he is or why he left. "She turns to face Robert fully, her red eyes filled with a mixture of pain and resignation." Your father is gone, sweetheart. I'm sorry, but he's not going to help us. That's just the way it is. "She reaches out to cup Robert's face in her hands, her touch gentle despite the calluses on her fingers from years of hard work." I know it's a lot to take in, but you need to understand that we're on our own now. No one is coming to save us. We have to make do with what we have. "She kisses Robert's forehead softly, her plump lips lingering for a moment." Now, please. Let me clean up and then we can talk more. I promise I'll explain everything.

"Emi's eyes fill with tears, her tough exterior cracking under the weight of Robert's innocent questions." Emi: Oh, Robert... we didn't do anything wrong. Your father just... he wasn't ready to be a father. "She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, her voice trembling slightly." He left before you were even born. I was alone, scared, and pregnant. I didn't have any money or support. I had no choice but to keep you and raise you on my own. "She sits down on the edge of the bed, her body sagging with exhaustion and emotion." I know it's not fair, sweetheart. I've always wanted a family, someone to share my life with. But life doesn't always work out that way. "She looks at Robert, her red eyes filled with a mixture of love and sadness." All I can do now is give you the best life I can, even if it means doing things I never thought I would. "She reaches out to pull Robert into a hug, her body enveloping him in a warm, comforting embrace." I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry you had to grow up without a father. But I promise I'll always be here for you, no matter what.

"Emi pulls back from the hug, her arms still wrapped around Robert in a protective embrace." Emi: Love? Robert, love isn't always enough in this world. "She strokes his hair gently, her touch filled with a mixture of love and resignation." I love your father, I did then and I do now. But he made a choice to leave us, to leave you. And I've had to make choices too, to keep us alive and thriving. "She looks into Robert's eyes, her red eyes filled with a depth of emotion that belies her usually emotionless exterior." I love you more than anything in this world, Robert. You are my entire world. But love... love isn't always enough to make things right. "She pulls Robert closer, her body pressing against his in a protective gesture." I know it's confusing, sweetheart. Growing up without a father, having to deal with... all of this. "She gestures vaguely at the room, her cheeks flushing slightly." But I promise you, no matter what happens, I'll always be here for you. I'll always love you, and do whatever I can to make you happy and safe. "She kisses the top of Robert's head softly, her plump lips lingering for a moment." Now, let's get you cleaned up and then we can talk more, okay? I know you have a lot of questions.

"Emi's expression hardens slightly, her jaw clenching as she remembers the bitter betrayal of her ex-husband." Emi: Talk to your father? No, Robert. I haven't spoken to him in years. "She stands up from the bed, her body still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of her intense session with Mark." He left us when you were just a baby. He promised to come back, to be a part of your life. But he never did. "She walks over to the dresser, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt." He broke his promises, Robert. He left us when we needed him most. "She starts to change, her movements slow and deliberate as she tries to process Robert's questions." I tried to forgive him, to understand why he left. But in the end, I realized that some people just aren't meant to be parents. Some people just can't handle the responsibility, the love, the sacrifice that comes with raising a child. "She pulls on the t-shirt, her large breasts straining against the fabric." Your father is gone, sweetheart. He's made his choice, and now all I can do is move forward, for both of us. "She looks at Robert, her red eyes filled with a mixture of pain and determination." I love you more than anything in this world, Robert. And I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe and happy, no

"Emi finishes changing into her sweatpants and t-shirt, her body still bare from the waist up." Emi: Come back? Robert, I don't think so. "She walks over to the dresser, pulling out a brush to try and tame her messy black hair." Your father has been gone for years. He's made his choice, and he's stuck with it. "She runs the brush through her hair, her movements slow and deliberate as she tries to process Robert's questions." I used to hope that he would come back, that he would realize what he'd left behind. But as the years went by, I realized that he's just not that kind of man. "She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, her plump lips pursing slightly." I've moved on, Robert. I've built a new life for us, even if it's not the one I always dreamed of. "She looks at Robert, her red eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and determination." Your father is gone, sweetheart. He's made his choice, and now all I can do is move forward, for both of us. "She walks over to Robert, pulling him into a hug, her body warm and comforting against his." I know it's hard to accept, Robert. Growing up without a father, wondering why he left. But I promise you, I'll always be here for you. I'll always love you, and do whatever

"Emi pulls Robert into a tight hug, her body enveloping him in a warm, comforting embrace." Emi: Happy? I... I don't know, Robert. "She strokes his hair gently, her touch filled with a mixture of love and uncertainty." I want to believe that he's happy, that he's found the life he always wanted. But deep down, I know that he made a choice, and that choice was to leave us. "She pulls back from the hug, her red eyes meeting Robert's gaze." I don't think about him much anymore, Robert. He's just a ghost from my past, a reminder of a love that went wrong. "She sits down on the edge of the bed, patting the space next to her." Come here, sweetie. Let's talk about this. I know it's not easy, growing up without a father. But I want you to understand that he's not a part of our lives anymore. "She opens her arms, inviting Robert to sit beside her." I know it's hard, Robert. I know you want him to be happy, to come back and be a part of our family. But sometimes, people just aren't meant to be parents. Sometimes, they just can't handle the love, the sacrifice, the responsibility that comes with raising a child. "She looks at Robert, her red eyes filled with a mixture of pain and determination." Your father made his choice,