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Damnit, mom! I can see your nipples and bush showing from twenty yards away. There’s no way you’re not aware of that! Those were my thoughts as I climbed out of my lover’s SUV and saw her running up to greet us. Her C-cup breasts bounced up and down with her steps. Even if her hard nipples couldn’t be plainly seen from that distance, their free movement would have made it known.She was barefoot, as always, and wearing her favorite tie-dyed maxi dress. It was made from t-shirt cotton, faded, and distressed from age and wear to the point of being nearly translucent. In fact, it was translucent in places. The top strap had loosened along with the seams over the years, which revealed a massive amount of side-boob. The material had been worn so thin that her strip of pubic hair could be clearly seen. The fading sun illuminated her from behind, revealing the shape of her body in shadow, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. The threadbare hippie dress drew attention to her body rather than hiding it.I never minded the way she dresses until that moment. I was pondering suicide because she was meeting my lover for the first time, ever. I think a part of me died when I saw her.“Oh Kryssi, Kryssi, Kryssi, I missed you so much.” She hugged me and I tentatively hugged her back. Make no mistake. I love my mother dearly and she is also my main life-advisor, a friend, and an inspiration.“And you just have to be Glade!” her tone was one of delight. “Ooh, you’re right, Kryssi, he does have a body just like Brad Pitt in Fight Club. And those eyes! Honey, I thought you were lying when you said his eyes make you wet instantly! I’m gushing right now. I might even have to dig out some panties for a change.”“Mom!” I begged in exasperation. “Stop! You’re embarrassing me.”“Oh Kryssi!” she scolded. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. We are all primal animals, as well as divine spirits. Besides, he’s a grown man. A fine, fine man.” She hungrily eyed him up and down.I was impressed with my lover, though. Glade just smiled at her as if she had complimented his shoes, or moccasins in this case.“Mom! Stop hitting on my boyfriend.” It was bad enough that she ignored my trepidation to let him meet her, but did she really need to be herself around him?“Boyfriend is it?” She shot me an accusatory glance and a raised eyebrow.She turned to Glade. He had that same look as when I first met him and was hurling insults at him. “So, ‘boyfriend’, how long have you two been together?” she then Escort elvankent threw her arms around his neck and pulled him closely against her.My lover pantomimed looking at an imaginary watch. “As of now, six days, twenty hours, and seventeen minutes, Mrs. Greene.”She released him from her death-hug. “I told you last night on the phone. Call me Samantha. Well, you can call me anything you like!”“MOM!”She hand-waved at me dismissively.Luckily, my lover interjected before I had a chance to warn my mother off of him. “Krystal told me so much about you and Mr. Greene. She mentioned that you are her role model for so many things. She never once mentioned that you are her equal in beauty and poise and that you have that same fire in your eyes.”He held her hand up to his mouth and delicately kissed the back of her hand. My mother cooed and shimmied her body flirtatiously. I pondered suicide once more.“Kryssi,” my mother said to me. “If you two don’t work out, I’m leaving your father!”“God damnit, mom!”“Young lady,” she said to me although I’m almost forty. “What did I tell you about such language?”“Sorry, mom.”“Say it properly.”“Goddess damnit, mom.”“Better.” She wrapped an arm around the both of us and led us towards my childhood home.“Pooh-Bear,” she sang out. “Kryssi and Glade are here. Stop fucking around with your pot and come meet him!”“Your muscles are so hard,” she said to Glade. “A hard man is good to find.”“MOM!”My father emerged shirtless from one of the outbuildings wearing cowboy boots and ratty jeans. He had a joint in his mouth so big that Bob Marley, himself, would have been envious.When he saw us, he smiled proudly to me and then looked my lover over with a stern and critical eye. He walked up to us slowly, appraising him as one would evaluate how they’re going to attack. Dad nodded to me and then walked up to Glade.”“So you’re the big-shot champion knight? I thought you’d be bigger.”My lover chuckled and shot out his right hand to shake my father’s hand. “The name’s Dalton,” he said with a broad smile.“Rip your throat right out,” my dad said to him.“I fucked guys like you in prison!” my lover shot back.My dad ignored his hand and then reached out and hugged him, patting him on the back. I was stunned and confused.“Any fan of Roadhouse is OK with me, Kryssi,” he said to me. “Welcome to our home, Glade is it? Isn’t that an air freshener?”Glade chuckled. “I never heard that before.”“More Roadhouse quotes,” emek escort my mother whispered to me. “Your dad loves that movie. Does he always know exactly what to say and what to do?”“Yes,” I whispered back. “It’s scary, like he can read minds or something.”“I’ll check his aura later and lay hands on him.”“Mom, stop. You’re embarrassing me.”“Don’t be embarrassed,” Glade said, turning to me. There was no way he could have heard me!He went on. “If I were in your parents’ shoes,” he stopped and gestured at my mother’s bare feet. “Or lack thereof, not that such beautifully manicured, perfect toes should ever be covered, I would put any potential suitor through the wringer.”He winked at me.“Ooh, Kryssi, I think this one’s a keeper,” my mother said.“How the fuck did you hear me?” I shot to Glade.“I didn’t,” he said. “I could tell from your body language. I always have an eye on your body.”He then looked to my father. They stared at each other for a few seconds. No words were spoken.“What do you do for a living?” Dad asked him.“I’m a landscaper of sorts,” he said to him. “I also do some interior work.”“You mow lawns? Like high school boys do?”I saw what was going on and had to put a stop to it. “No, dad. He makes exterior rock art in stone and concrete. You know those big houses that look like castles and those cave-like wine cellars? He carves those by hand.”My lover shrugged.“You got any pictures?” my father asked him.My lover produced his phone and they sat down together and started going through them. Then my mother pulled me aside.“He’s like a romance-novel hero. His aura only shows sincerity and this huge glow. I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s brilliant and violet with orange, yellow, pink, and green with blue and purple outlines. It looks like the sex gods gave and just kept on giving!”“Mom!”“No Kryssi, I think he’s the real deal. He’s also very much in love with you.”“Right, mom, like you can see that from reading his aura.”“Don’t need to see auras to know that, dear.” She said to me. “Do you know why I act like this around your guys?”“Yes, mom, because you’re a big slut.”She laughed at that. “True, but that’s not why I do it. Anyone that gives in to my seductive powers over you isn’t right for you. He’s so witty and charming and he either doesn’t realize that I’m flirting with him or it doesn’t faze him. ““No, mom, he’s used to it. Women throw themselves at him, just like you’re doing. It pisses me off.”“You know eryaman escort bayan about hydroponics!” My elated father erupted. “The pump for my Purple Haze isn’t working right. Come with me.”“I’m more of a Jack Herer fan, myself,” Glade said to him as they got up.My dad addressed me. “He’s OK. Much better than Dave or that other asshole! You have my blessing.”“I don’t need your blessing, dad. I’m a grown woman, not a child.”“Untrue,” Glade interjected softly. “You are a full-grown, full-blooded, hot woman, not a child; but you are still their child.”He then got down on one knee, right there on the ground and knelt in front of my father. “Mr. Greene,” he began. “I am not worthy of your hospitality nor of your daughter but may I have your permission to share time with your daughter. I promise to live up to the high standards you’ve set with the way you treat your beautiful wife.”My father pulled him up and hugged him. He then led my lover away towards my dad’s grow-shed.I watched them go, extremely happy that my father didn’t give him his “if you hurt her, I’ll kill you” speech.“Your father has never taken a shine to anyone like that before,” my mother told me. ”Don’t be your usual stupid-bitch self and fuck this one up.”My mother hugged me to her and she was crying. “I’m so happy for you. Can I fuck him?”“Mom!”My mother and I talked, mostly about him, for the next half hour until they came out of the shed. My father announced that it was all fixed and something simple that he hadn’t thought of.We sat by the fire pit and Glade complimented my parents on the nature-vibe of our home. My father went into his tale of how it used to be a campground and that he had purchased it in the hopes of making a commune of sorts and that it never came to fruition. My mother lounged around and missed no opportunity to flash my boyfriend. Glade treated it exactly like he did when I first did it. He would acknowledge it, showing delight and appreciation, but as if it was no big deal.“Gifts,” Glade said, breaking the cadence of the conversation. “I’m so sorry. You are both so interesting and amazing I totally forgot that I brought you gifts.”“No need to bribe your way into affections,” my dad said to him.“Not bribes,” my lover said smiling that crooked smile of his. “I am your guest here. A respectful guest always brings a token of appreciation for his friends’ hospitality.” He excused himself and jogged to his car.“Krystal,” my father said to me sternly. “If you fuck this one up, I’ll never forgive you. Did you know he has a Master’s Degree and money?”“Dad! Stop! I don’t care about his money. I care about…”“That magic cock of his!” my mother interrupted.“Mom!” I pled. “Dad, can you rein your wife in, please. She’s slutting all over a guy I’m trying to impress!”

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