I moved underneath him and he looked at me strange and breathed out, “Oh god, yes! Mom xxx As I thought about this my conscience shouted from somewhere far away, but it was too far away for me to care what it had to say. “You whole life has been a moment of immaturity.” I said coldly. He walked closer and took the fruit from my hand. We also matured more, I thinned out and my chest grew to an average 36C, he got taller, grew his dark hair out and his angles and muscles defined. As you can imagine for the next five or so years there was an awkwardness between us. I hope you plan to clean that up!” I snapped throwing my dish towel at him. “I need…” I began trying to focus on thinking.
