My Adopted Family

I was worried about how to get drunk Calista at her home, but surprisingly, the problem was easily solved.

"Your house is in the building in same complex as us?"

I didn't expect this, that an actress living in the same apartment as me, and I didn't even know.

So this was the reason why my mother chose this restaurant as a meeting place. Since it's nearby.

"Oh, you don't know? I think I told you," My mother tilted her head and said. She was really drunk.

"Don't think anything strange, I didn't move in that apartment because of you," Calista suddenly said.

I sighed.

It was normal for two drunk women to mess around. Even if she was a famous actress, a drunkard was still a drunkard.

Only after fighting a full-blown war was I able to return home with two people in the car. Let's omit that tearful story of struggle for the sake of the image of the person concerned here.

"Then, I'll take Cali home first, so mom, you wait in the car for a some minutes."

After barely arriving at the apartment parking lot, I first tried to take Calista home.

However, while I was supporting Calista in the passenger seat, my mother, who was riding in the back seat, got out of the car and started walking towards the elevator.

"I can go alone, I shouldn't meddle with young people relationship."

"Mom!!"

No matter how quick it was to get home from the parking lot, I couldn't let my drunk mother go alone. I had no choice but to put Cali back in her seat and run after her mom.

"I'm sorry, Cali, I'll take my mom at home first, Please wait a moment in the car."

"Oh ho ho. Mom please wait, don't go alone."

Somehow, Cali's title for my mother suddenly changed from teacher to mother. I stopped thinking deeply because it was scary to think about the implications.

I got into the elevator, chasing after my mother, who got into it first. My mother, dazed by her alcohol, saw me and opened her eyes.

"Oh my goodness? Rye, why are you here? What about Cali?"

"You came out alone, so I had to come after you, and Cali is in the car.

"No, you can't leave a girl alone, your mom can go alone, you know."

"it's okay. Mom is more important to me than Cali right now, and she be fine."

Mom tried to pull me away from supporting her, saying that she could walk alone. Of course, I had no intention of leaving her.

"My son, your still looking for you mom, it's a big problem. Thank you for thinking of me, but aren't you old enough to be independent from me now?"

My mother secretly rejects me. I guess my mom was planning on getting rid of me.

Instead, was she trying to attach that woman to me? There is no such thing as a woman who can replace my mother.

Of course, my mother probably made the decision after much consideration, but I couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"I don't know what mom thinks, but there's no way I'm going to let you walk alone."

"Ryker."

My mother scolds me for talking in a sulky tone.

Pretending to help my drunk mother, I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her in my arms.

Mom is about to fall in her drunken state. But I held my mom tighter so she couldn't escape.

My mom raised me to this point when I couldn't do anything on my own. It is no exaggeration to say that I grew up in her mother's arms.

But now the situation was reversed, and my mother was in my arms.

The mother's body temperature transmitted through the clothes is hot. The emotions I had been holding in all day today surged uncontrollably.

In the enclosed space, only the sound of the elevator operating was heard. Neither my mother nor I said anything.

Soon, the elevator stopped on the floor where my house was located.

I just hugged my mom.

And then I went back home, hugging my mom.

I feel like something like this happened a while ago.

The only thing that is different from then is that I have crossed many lines with my mom now.

I wonder if Mom regrets that.

Why is my mother looking at me with such anxious eyes?

I know that my mother must have been going through a lot of worries. There must have been so many worries that it couldn't be compared to me, who just follows where my sexual desires lead.

I arrived home and went into my mom's room. Put her mother down on the bed.

Naturally, the composition was created as if the mother was lying on the bed and I was attacking her from above.

The slightly reddened skin from drinking, the anxiously shaking eyes, and the warm breath tempt me.

There is no one in the house now.

If I put my mind to it, I could take that last step, even if I had to force it.

I was confident that my mother would not resist that much, either.

"Rye. You can't do this... … ."

What do I think of myself in my mother's eyes right now?

Could it be that I am distorted by desire?

Wouldn't it look like an animal?

I don't want to look ugly to my mom.

"I love you, Mom."

My mother's eyes, shaken by anxiety, opened wide at my confession.

"I don't want to make you sad. But I can't give up on you. So I'll wait until you gives permission."

"Rye… … ."

I believe you have heard what I mean.

I kissed my mom on the cheek and then fell off the bed.

"Mom, you should rest, I go and bring Cali to her room."

"..."

I took look at my mom, before quietly left the room with just those words.