"This is it?"—pointing his finger towards the place—"You brought me into a garden?! Really?!" Lonardo screamed at his mother.
"Stop slouching! We are waiting..."
"Tell me if it is a what or who," Lonardo asked.
He was complaining still, until a 6-foot-7 black man came, and kissed his mother on her lips. He was frozen to his feet; but, as Lonardo's father taught him to still be respectful during drastic situations, so he did.
"Mother, do you mind if you introduce me to this man?" Lonardo asked Carissa calmly.
"Why, of course! Lonardo, meet Alejandro—your father."
"Father? What father? My father is dead!" Lonardo shouted in anger.
"Why are you so upset? You see, now, our family is finally complete—I have you—and now, I have a husband," explained she.
Lonardo wanted to scream his lungs out towards his mother—but he didn't.
"You see, from now on, whatever I say goes. Follow whatever I say, do whatever I want—and so we retain peace in this home. Do you understand?" Carissa so ordered Lonardo.
Lonardo responded not to anything Carissa said. But in his head, he had no choice but to follow her lead. Over the years, the work-less, money-less grown-up man sought ways to get out of his rather toxic home. That very night, he snuck out of the house to meet Julie—who then was a dear friend in his sight.
"Julie! Julie! Are you home?" Lonardo shouted.
"What are you doing here? It's already midnight! My parents will hear us."
"Give me a moment, please. I need you," Lonardo begged Julie.
Julie's heart was softened by Lonardo's words. And so Julie snuck out, too—they were alone—but together.
"It's my mother, Julie—"
"What happened?" Julie responded as swiftly as she could.
Lonardo took her to the field of tulips—there he explained everything that's happening in his home.
"I did not notice you've got beautiful eyes," Lonardo teased.
"Haha!" Julie laughed. "Stop it, it won't get me."
"Oh, you are turning red, huh? Let's see."
Lonardo leaned in to kiss her, until their kisses laid them on top of each other.
"How do you see me, Lonardo? Answer honestly..." Julie asked.
"Darling, I love you. We are together—and—we are enough for each other." Lonardo replied.
"Please be careful, this is my first."
"You are tight, pumpkin," Lonardo thrust his manhood into Julie's—life.
He went in, then out. The once conserved Julie was then broken—unleashed. Both cries are heard out of exchanging pleasures. Her bosom was, to a man, longed for—chased after. Lonardo ate—her heart out.
Julie's opening was as waterfalls, and so Lonardo's fingers were wet. She cannot fathom how overmastering of a size it is—and so she longed for it all the more. The feel of Lonardo's manliness is heaven on earth.
They made love all night long—until they came—home. The dawn broke into Julie's heart.
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Mater Mortis
Mystery / ThrillerA boy struggles to understand the place he was put in.
