The red numbers on the clock said 8:45 AM. My eyes felt heavy, and my body didn’t want to move. And there it was, that morning thing that always happened. Being a teenager was annoying.
I walked to the bathroom, wanting a hot shower. Then, bam! I bumped into my mum in the hallway. And, of course, it bumped into her too.
“Morning, birthday boy! Can you believe you’re 18?” she said, sounding so happy.
My mum, Sarah, was amazing. She was 42, but she looked younger. She had a great figure and worked out to keep it. Her blonde hair was down today, making her face look soft. She had warm, bright eyes and a smile that made everyone feel good. She wore a green silk robe that showed off her skin and hugged her body. It was cut low, and I could see the top of her chest. It looked so soft.
Her eyes widened a little when she saw what happened. Her face turned a little pink, but she didn’t stop talking. “Oh my,” she said, sounding surprised and a little amused.
“Uh, morning, Mum,” I said, my face hot. “Just going for a shower.”
She laughed a nice sound that always made me feel good. “Well, maybe a cold one! That might help with… other things,” she said with a wink, then kissed my cheek. Her perfume smelled like vanilla and flowers. I laughed, even though I wanted to disappear.
The shower was supposed to help me relax, but I couldn’t stop thinking. The hot water washed away the sleep, but not the feeling between my legs. A cold shower, she said. Right. I touched myself, thinking about…
I tried to think of other girls, but they seemed… boring. I kept seeing my mum in that robe, the way it showed her body. I felt ashamed but also excited. The way the robe hugged her waist, the glimpse of her skin, the soft shadows…
My breathing got faster, and I moved my hand faster. I closed my eyes, giving in. The thought of her felt wrong, but it made it even more exciting. I imagined the curve of her chest, the shadows, her skin…
It happened quickly. A strong feeling went through my body. It was unexpected and powerful.
I stood there, catching my breath, the water washing over me, trying to wash away my guilt too. I felt terrible. What’s wrong with me?
I washed the shower wall to clean it. Then, I turned off the water and got dressed. I didn’t want to look at myself in the mirror.
The smell of bacon and eggs pulled me downstairs. Mum was cooking. She looked up and smiled.
“Morning, sleepyhead! Sleep well?” she asked, sounding happy. “Shower good? At least you’re covered now,” she said, looking at my jeans. “Breakfast is ready. Bacon, eggs, the works – for a birthday king.” She flipped the bacon. “Don’t make plans tonight. I’m taking you out for your first legal drink. We’re going to celebrate. I also want to wear my new dress.”
“Thanks, Mom, I can’t wait for my first beer,” I said, looking at her robe.
“But is it really your first drink? I know what your friend, Andy, is like.”
“I might have had a few with him,” I said.
“But I’m not an alcoholic, Mom,” I said, trying to sound cool.
She laughed and gave me a plate of food. “I know. Just be careful because being 18 doesn’t mean you can’t make bad decisions.” She winked. “Tonight, you’re with me. I’ll keep you out of trouble.”
The thought of being alone with her, dressed up, made me feel uneasy again. Guilt and excitement mixed together. I didn’t feel like eating much.
“So,” she said, leaning on the counter, drinking coffee. “Big plans for today besides celebrating with your old mom?”
I shrugged. “Just hanging out with Andy, probably. Maybe the arcade.”
“Sounds… good,” she said, sounding sarcastic. “Try not to get into trouble. And be back by seven. I want to make reservations at that new bar.”
“Okay, Mom,” I said, looking away.
The day went by slowly. Every time my mum touched me or said something playful, it felt different. I couldn’t forget what happened in the shower, the way her robe looked, the teasing. She was so beautiful. I cancelled plans with Andy because I felt guilty and didn’t want anyone to see it on my face.
I stayed in my room, playing video games. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Finally, it was 6:30. I heard my mum getting ready, and I felt even more nervous.
I could hear her moving around in her room, the click of her heels, the rustle of fabric. I sat on my bed, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach. What was she wearing? I imagined the new dress, how it would hug her curves the way the robe did this morning.
A few minutes later, she called me down. “Ready to go, birthday boy?”
I took a deep breath and walked downstairs. And there she was.
The dress was black, tight, and stopped just above her knees. It had thin straps and showed off her shoulders and the gentle curve of her chest. She wore high heels that made her legs look even longer. Her blonde hair was styled in loose waves, and her makeup was perfect, highlighting her bright eyes and full lips. She looked amazing.
She smiled when she saw me. “Wow,” she said, looking me up and down. “You clean up nice. Are you ready for the real world?”
I couldn’t speak for a moment. I just stared at her. “You… you look great, Mom,” I finally managed to say, my voice a little shaky.
Her smile widened. “Thank you, sweetie. So do you. Now, let’s go celebrate.”
We walked to the bar, which wasn’t far from our house. The whole time, I felt her eyes on me, and the butterflies didn’t go away. The bar was crowded and noisy. Music was playing, and people were laughing and talking. Mum led me to a table in the corner.
“First legal drink, huh?” she said, raising an eyebrow. “What’ll it be?”
I didn’t really know. “Uh, I don’t know. What do you recommend?”
“Let’s start with a beer,” she said. “Something light. We can work our way up from there.”
The waiter came, and we ordered our drinks. When he left, Mum leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. “So,” she said, her eyes twinkling. “Eighteen. You’re officially an adult. What are you going to do with your newfound freedom?”
I shrugged, trying to act casual. “I don’t know. Maybe travel. Get a car. Party.”
She laughed. “Well, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she said with a wink.
I smiled nervously. The beer came, and I took a long drink. It tasted bitter but refreshing. Mum watched me, her expression unreadable.
“You know,” she said after a moment, “I’m really proud of you. You’ve grown into a good man. And I know you’re going to do great things.”
Her words made me feel a little better, but the guilt was still there, lurking beneath the surface. I knew what I was thinking, and I was sure she didn’t. The way she looked made it very hard to stop.
“Thanks, Mom,” I mumbled, taking another sip of beer. The bar was getting more crowded, and the music was louder. I could feel her eyes on me still, gentle but intense. It felt like she was trying to see right through me.
“So,” she said, twirling the stem of her glass, “Tell me about Andy. Are you guys still causing trouble?”
I chuckled nervously. “Nah, not really. We just hang out, and play games. You know.”
“Heard he has got a new girl.” She said slyly.
I shifted in my seat. “Well, yes. But I have never met her.”
Mum smirked. “He always did have an eye for the ladies. Maybe it’s time you did too.”
My face got hot again. “Maybe,” I said quietly, looking away. I couldn’t tell her that the only woman I could think about was right in front of me.
We talked for a while longer, about school, about my future, about everything except what was really on my mind. Each time she laughed, each time she touched my arm, each time she looked at me with those warm eyes, the guilt and the excitement inside me grew stronger.
After a few more beers, Mum suggested we dance. I hesitated. “I’m not much of a dancer, Mom.”
“Nonsense,” she said, grabbing my hand. “Everyone can dance. Just let loose.”
She pulled me onto the dance floor. The music was loud and the lights were flashing. I felt awkward and self-conscious, but Mum didn’t seem to notice. She started dancing, moving her body to the rhythm, her black dress swaying around her.
I tried to follow her lead, but I mostly just stood there, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. Mum laughed and pulled me closer. “Come on, loosen up. It’s your birthday!”
As she moved closer, I could smell her perfume, a mix of vanilla and flowers that was driving me wild. I could see the way the light caught in her hair, the way her eyes sparkled, the way her lips curved into a smile. She was so close, so beautiful, and I couldn’t help but feel drawn to her.
We danced for a few songs, and slowly, I started to relax. I even managed to move a little, following Mom’s lead. It felt good to be close to her, to feel her energy, to forget about everything else for a while.
But then, during a slow song, Mum put her arms around my neck and pulled me even closer. I could feel her body against mine, the gentle curve of her chest, the warmth of her skin. My heart started pounding in my chest. I could feel the heat rising in my face.
“Happy birthday, sweetie,” she whispered in my ear, her voice soft and breathy. “I love you.”
Those words, combined with the closeness and the alcohol, were almost too much to handle. A wave of desire washed over me, so strongly that I almost lost control. I wanted to kiss her, to hold her, to do things that a son should never do to his mother.
I closed my eyes, fighting the urge, trying to remember that she was my mom, that what I was feeling was wrong. But it was so hard. She felt so good, so right. I started to get another hard-on, no not now, not here while I was pressed up tight dancing with her.
Mum noticed my sudden tension and pulled back slightly, looking at me with concern. “Hey, are you okay? You look a little… flushed.”
I swallowed hard, trying to think of an excuse.”Yeah, I’m fine. Just… just hot from dancing, I guess.”
She nodded, but her eyes lingered on me, searching. “Okay, well, let’s go to the bar and get another drink.”
Hours pass and I am so drunk, by the looks of it she is too, and being too giddy.
My mom’s eyes were glassy and her cheeks flushed, a clear sign of her intoxication. She stumbled slightly as she walked, leaning against me for support. “Whoa, maybe we had a bit too much to drink,” she giggled, her voice slurred.
I myself were very tipsy, also unsteady on my feet, and wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her upright. “Yeah, Mom, maybe we should call it a night.” Mum looked up at me, her eyes heavy-lidded and filled with a strange intensity. “No, no, the night is still young! Let’s keep partying! Tell you what this place as rooms to rent for the night. Maybe we get a bottle, too late to go home, they should have a room with two beds.”
I felt a surge of panic at her suggestion. Staying in a hotel room together? Alone? With all the alcohol in our systems and the confusing feelings I was struggling with? That seemed like a terrible idea.
“Mom, I don’t know… That might be a bit much. We’re both pretty drunk. Maybe we should just call a cab and go home.”
But she was already dragging me towards the front desk, her arm around my waist. “Nonsense! It’ll be fun! Just like a little sleepover. We can watch movies and order room service. Come on, birthday boy, live a little. You are acting like a little old man.”
The hotel clerk, a middle-aged man with a bored expression, looked up as we approached. “Can I help you?” he asked, his tone flat. “We’d like a room for the night,” Mum slurred, leaning heavily on the counter. “Something with two beds. Or even better, a suite with a pull-out couch.”
The clerk’s eyes flicked between us, taking in our drunken state. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but we only have one room left. It’s a single bed.” Mum sighed and looked at me, “Honey there is only one bed. I suppose it’s just for one night, you don’t mind sharing do you.”
I stared at her in shock, my heart racing. Sharing a bed with my mom? In our drunken state? It seemed like a recipe for disaster, especially considering the inappropriate thoughts I’d been having all night.”Mom, I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.”We’re both really drunk and sharing a bed could get…complicated.”
She waved a hand dismissively, her eyes glassy. “Oh, stop being so dramatic. It’s just for one night. We’ll be fine. Besides, I’m your mum. What could possibly happen?” She turned back to the clerk, “We’ll take it. Just give us the key.”
The hotel clerk handed over a key card with a raised eyebrow, clearly judging us.”Room 3. stairs are to the left. Do you need help getting there?” he asked, his tone dripping with disdain.
“No, no, we’re fine,” Mum said, grabbing the key card and linking her arm through mine.”Come on, birthday boy. Let’s go get our room.”
I followed her to the stairs, my mind racing. This was a bad idea. A terrible idea. But I was too drunk to argue anymore. We stumbled up the stairs, Mum leaning heavily on me. The hallway was dimly lit, the carpet worn and stained. Room 3 was at the end of the hall.
Mum fumbled with the key card, her hands shaking. Finally, the door clicked open. She pushed it open and stumbled inside, pulling me with her. The room was small and dingy, with a single bed, a dresser, and a TV on a stand. A musty smell hung in the air.
“Home sweet home,” Mum giggled, kicking off her heels. She swayed slightly, her dress riding up her thighs. “Let’s order that room service. I’m starving.” She picked up the phone and dialled, her back to me. I stood there, unsure of what to do.
I couldn’t believe what was happening. Sharing a bed with my mom, in this seedy hotel room, both of us drunk out of our minds. It felt surreal, like a bad dream. But the musty smell and the throbbing in my head were all too real.
Mum was ordering room service, her voice slurred and giggly. “Yeah, we’ll take a large pizza, extra cheese… And a bottle of your house wine… No, make that two bottles… Yeah, room 3…Thanks.”
I nervously said to her, “But mum, you don’t have any nightwear. I sleep in my boxers, so I am ok.”
Sarah hung up the phone and turned to face her son, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Oh, don’t worry about me, I will see to that later. Let us just wait for our food.”
Moments later after eating and having more wine, the room started spinning.
She giggled, patting the space beside her. “Come here, birthday boy. Let’s get some sleep. I better get out of this dress, honey can you pull down the zip I am so drunk.”
I stared at her, my heart pounding in my chest. She wanted me to unzip her dress. In our drunken state, it felt like a dangerous proposition. But I couldn’t deny her request, not when she looked at me with those pleading, glassy eyes.
Slowly, I moved behind her, my fingers brushing against the cool metal of the zipper. I could see the smooth skin of her back, the curve of her shoulders, the way her blonde hair cascaded down her back. My hands shook slightly as I gripped the zipper and began to pull it down. The dress loosened around her, slipping off her shoulders. I tried not to stare as more and more of her skin was revealed and the bra strap of her red bra, omg my cock was hard. She was my mom, but at that moment, she looked like a stranger – a beautiful, intoxicated stranger.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” she murmured, her voice thick with alcohol. “I will just sleep in my underwear is that ok.”
She crawled into bed, her movements slow and unsteady. “Come on, birthday boy,” she said, patting the mattress beside her. “Let’s get some sleep.” I hesitated for a moment, my mind screaming at me that this was wrong. But my body moved on its own, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. I stripped down to my boxers as I climbed into bed beside her, the mattress dipping under my weight.
She rolled onto her side, facing me. We were tightly against each other, my hard-on pressing into her. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her lips slightly parted. She reached out, her fingers brushing against my cheek. “God honey it’s years since I have been in a single bed, not much room is there.”
She kept trying to talk but at the same time dozing off. I could feel her tits against me, can’t believe she is just in her panties and bra. Moments later she was asleep, and I was fighting with a raging hard on, I was so tempted to touch her.
My hand shifted from her waist, she moved her leg in her sleep and rested it over my leg. I reached under her to her panties and touched her. I could feel her pussy lips through them.
Her pussy felt so warm and inviting through the thin fabric of her panties. I traced the outline of her lips, feeling them swell and part slightly at my touch. She murmured softly in her sleep, shifting her hips ever so slightly. Encouraged, I slipped my hand inside the leg of her panties, my fingers brushing against the soft, bare flesh of her mound. She was already wet, her juices coating my fingertips as I explored her folds. I circled her clit gently, feeling it harden under my touch.
“Darling, what… what are you doing, get some sleep,” She moaned slightly as she was half asleep.
My heart raced as I heard her sleepy voice. I froze, my hand still buried between her legs. “Mom, I… I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “I didn’t mean to… I couldn’t help myself.” She blinked slowly, her eyes struggling to focus on me.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep and something else. “It’s okay. Just… just go to sleep. You shouldn’t be playing with your mother down there you naughty boy.”
But I couldn’t sleep. Not with her warm, wet pussy throbbing against my fingers. Not with my cock aching and straining against my boxers. I started to move my fingers again, slowly, gently, teasing her folds.
Mom’s breath hitched as she felt her son’s fingers moving inside her panties again. She was still groggy from the alcohol and sleep, but the sensation was undeniable.
“Oh, sweetheart…” she murmured, her hips shifting slightly. “We shouldn’t… but it feels so good…”
She reached down, her hand covering his, guiding his movements.”Just for a moment,” she whispered, her voice husky. “Just until we both fall asleep. Then we’ll pretend it never happened. God, can’t believe your playing with my pussy.” I couldn’t believe this was happening. My mom, the woman who gave birth to me, was letting me touch her intimate place. And she was enjoying it. The way she spoke about her pussy turned me on.
I pushed the covers down, exposing her lower half. She lifted her hips slightly, allowing me to pull her panties down. I tossed them aside, my heart pounding as I took in the sight of her bare pussy. It was perfect, with soft, pink lips and a small, swollen clit at the top.I could see her juices glistening in the dim light. Without hesitation, I leaned down and buried my face between her legs. She gasped, her hands flying to my hair.
“Oh god, honey…” she moaned, her voice trembling. “What are you doing?”
I ignored her question, too focused on the task at hand. I started to lick her, my tongue tracing her folds, tasting her sweet juices. She was so wet, so ready. I flicked my tongue over her clit, feeling it throb against my lips. “Fuck, that feels so good, ahhh honey. Eat me baby, but we can’t… we can’t have sex, ok.”
I continued to lick and suck on her pussy, my tongue swirling around her clit as she moaned softly. Her hands on my head, her hips lifting slightly off the bed to meet my mouth. She was so wet, her juices coating my lips and chin as I devoured every inch of that sweet cunt.
“Oh yes ummm… honey…” she gasped out between breaths. “That feels amazing… but we can’t go any further than this… bad enough I am letting you do this.”
I continued to devour her pussy, my tongue swirling around her clit as she moaned softly. Her hands gripped my hair tightly, pulling me closer as if she couldn’t get enough of the sensation. “Ahh baby.. honey…” she gasped out between breaths.
I pulled out my cock as I continued to lick her wet slit. God, she had a good pussy for in her 40s, I needed to find a way to get inside her. Would she be mad if I tried to have sex with her? Well, we are going to find out, here goes.
I stop licking her out, “don’t stop honey.”
“I want to kiss you, mum, I want you to taste yourself on me,” I said as I gave her cunt a little rub.
“Sure if it’s just a kiss, nothing else young man,” she said as I crawled up her body, my cock as right near her pussy. I kissed her lips softly.
Mom’s warm breath tickled my lips as she leaned into the kiss, her tongue tentatively meeting mine. She tasted wine and something deeper. My cock throbbed against her thigh, desperate for some action. As I kissed her slowly, my other hand was on my cock as I aim it into her juicy slit.
“I know what you’re trying to do,” She said as she broke from the kiss. “We can’t baby, we can’t it…”
I didn’t give her a chance to finish as I moved forward as it sunk deep inside her pussy. I slowly started to have sex with her.
Mom’s eyes were wide open, a mix of drunken haze and intense desire swirling in their depths as she felt my cock slowly filled her. Despite the protests echoing faintly in her mind, overwhelmed by wine and lust, she couldn’t deny the sheer pleasure coursing through every inch of her being.
“Oh God… I said we can’t ahhh baby, we shouldn’t be doing this,” Mom groaned softly against my lips as I began to move within her wet pussy, “That feels incredible… but we shouldn’t…” Her voice faltered with each gentle thrust that hit deep inside – sensations so intoxicating they blurred out everything else.
“Your fault Mum,” I said panting as I just moved in and out of her sweet pussy.
“W-what… what you… mean… my… ahh baby. Not my fault… ahh,” she struggle to talk as I starting going deeper.
“Sleeping with me in just your bra and skimpy panties, expect me just lie there and not want to fuck you? You were asking for it,” I said as I picked up the pace and gripped her tight tits. They were so sore from me grabbing onto them, but I didn’t care.
“Oh honey… not my fault ummm… still feels so good though but shit we can’t… but god your cock feels perfect inside me.. ahh baby” Mom just couldn’t say no. With each thrust of my cock, she got louder and more and more turned on.
I grabbed her face and started kissing her hard. Mom grabbed me tight as she met each thrust. I was going so deep I could feel her womb. She was so close to coming, so was I.
I continued to kiss her while I slid deeper still into my mother’s wet channel – so tight around me it was almost maddening. I whispered against her mouth amid tender kisses peppered across cheeks flushed from alcohol and passion: “You feel perfectly wrapped around me like this… Mom.”
Her response was breathless moans mingling with whimpers; hands clinging desperately to me now not just for support but longing for closeness despite every moral warning bell ringing muted by heady carnal need: “Yes… Oh yes! You’re filling me up completely.”
The room filled with sounds of skin slapping gently together mixed harmoniously alongside muffled sighs escaping both our mouths—every stroke drew fervent cries laced heavily in sin yet utterly natural between them.
“You’re dripping wet,” I said as I started slowly trailing hot kisses down to nibble at sensitive spots on the neck exposed above the strapless red bra barely containing swollen breasts.
“I knew you wanted this too…” My hips rolled rhythmically driving further my cock deeper into the moist warmth of her cunt.
“Don’t stop!” Mom pleaded helplessly arching hungrily under relentless pressure coaxingly seeking friction where her swollen clit rubbed delightfully over taut abdomen muscles moving purposefully above hers. “Oh, sweetie… your cock fits so perfectly…”
As I continued to thrust into my mom’s wet pussy, she let out a series of moans and gasps, her body arching up to meet mine. I could feel her juices coating my cock, making it easier for me to slide in and out of her.
“You’re so tight,” I whispered into her ear. “I love the way you feel around me.”
Mom’s response was a series of whimpered cries, her hands clutching at my back as she tried to pull me deeper into her. “Oh God… this is so wrong… but it feels so good…”
My rhythm intensifies, and the playful mood dances with the forbidden thrill of this act. My hips pump against hers, each thrust a delightful transgression we both seem to crave. Wine and lust swirl together, painting this moment in shades of naughty pleasure and secret desires.
Mom’s moans deepen, intertwined with breathless giggles that betray her conflicting emotions. She’s caught between ‘wrong’ and oh-so-right, her body surrendering completely to the delightful sin of our entwined forms. Her nails dig playfully into my back, urging me closer still.
The friction is exquisite, each slide sending shivers down my spine and clearly hers too. My cock finds its sweet spot again and again, teasing and pleasing in equal measure as we move together in this rhythm of delicious impropriety.
I reached down and squeezed her tits as I plowed her as hard as I could. I knew this was wrong but it felt so right. Her tight pussy squeezed my cock as I moved in and out of her. I moved my head down and started sucking on her tits, sucking as hard as I could.
“Oh god darling it’s been so long since I had a good fuck, you feel so good inside me.” she moaned. Her hands pulled me as tight as they could. “Faster, honey… oh god, yes,” she pants, her usual composure completely abandoned. Her playful protests have faded, replaced by raw desire and the intoxicating surrender to the moment. She is no longer just ‘Mom’, but a woman consumed by pleasure.
Sounds of our bodies become a symphony of sin – soft slaps, wet gasps, and the rustle of sheets. Each sound fuels the fire, pushing us closer to the edge of sweet release in this deliciously wrong encounter.
Her legs wrap higher around my waist, pulling me deeper, tighter. I feel her inner muscles clench and release, her body vibrating with building pleasure, her breath coming in ragged gasps as we hit a fever pitch.
Suddenly, a rush of wetness floods my cock, a warm gush that makes her gasp even louder. “Oh… oh my god… I… I squirted!” she exclaims, her voice thick with surprise and pleasure, her body momentarily frozen in ecstasy.
“You feel incredible, Mom,” I whisper against her ear, just as my own climax explodes within me. “Mmm… that’s all for you, deep inside you now.” I groan, burying my face in her neck as my release washes over us both as I pump 3 or 4 hot streams of spunk into her.
We lie entwined, breaths mingling, the playful energy now softened with sated pleasure. A comfortable silence settles, punctuated only by our slowly returning heartbeats. The forbidden lingers, yet it’s replaced by a shared satisfaction.
A soft giggle breaks the quiet. “Well, young man,” she murmurs, a playful smirk returning to her lips. “That was… certainly against the rules, wasn’t it?” The playful mood is definitely back, with a new layer of shared intimacy.
I chuckled, pulling back slightly to look at her. “Rules are made to be broken, right Mom?” I said with a grin.
She playfully slapped my chest, but her eyes sparkled with amusement. “Don’t get any ideas,” she warned, though her voice lacked any real conviction. “This doesn’t change anything. We can never do this again.”
But we both knew that was probably a lie. The electricity between us was undeniable, and the memory of this night would linger long after the wine wore off.
“I’m serious,” she said again, more firmly this time. “This was a mistake, a one-time thing. We were both drunk and horny.”
“Okay, Mom,” I said, not wanting to push my luck. But as I looked at her, lying naked and flushed beneath me, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was just the beginning.
I rolled off her, pulling the covers back over our bodies. “Get some sleep,” I said, kissing her forehead. “We can talk about this in the morning.”
She nodded, closing her eyes. But as I lay there beside her, listening to her soft breathing, I knew that morning was going to be very interesting. The dynamic between us had shifted, irrevocably changed by what had just happened.
What did the future hold? I had no idea. But one thing was certain: life was about to get a lot more complicated.
As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t help but smile. Complicated could be fun.