He opens his messaging app and finds a voice message from his mother.“Yes, Ayan. It is me. Mona. It is really your mother,” was what the voice cli... said. Ayan could confirm it was his mother, from her voice. But, what left him confused was the fact that she sounded very unusual. She was breathing heavily.Ayan could not really authenticate, but it was very much like she was moaning. And, though, the voice clip lasted only for a few seconds, the lust in her voice was very clear.Or was it just his. . She's probably one to use...-----------------------------Username: Ha_chanPassword: Password-----------------------------The screen lights up as the desktop is loaded. Aww, how cute, it is a picture of a beach.Anyway, let's see... Let's go Start... Recent Documents... *click*... There's no Recent Documents folder, what the fuck?Alright, let's just go to the history...... Windows, let's see... *click* History, history... Wait...There's no history folder!God damn it! Why are there not those. I know I'm not supposed to feel that way about either of you, but I DO!"Frustration was obvious in his voice... "And I don't want to change it. Even though I know I should." his voice was anguished."But why would you want ME?" said Claire, dazed. "I'm your MOTHER!" I know that." said Bobby, sounding even more frustrated. "I can't help it. You're beautiful and I love you. I KNOW that's how I feel. I can't just STOP loving you, even if it's in ways I'm not SUPPOSED to love you."Claire replayed. The smell of what I will taste, lick, and suck is causing my mouth to become wetter with anticipation. The light from the hotel valet drive causes my girl to gain her composure. Her left hand had shifted from my thigh to a light and welcome massage of my hardness. I was none to happy for that to stop, however I was more eager to continue our foreplay in a more secluded environment. I quickly pay our Caribbean porter and guide my girl to the elevator. As luck would have it, the elevator was.