I focused my attention on the woman with the soothing voice. She was staring at a flower. I wanted to say I wasn't interested in flowers, but I just didn't say anything and let her say what she wanted. While I was in her face, she gazed at the flower. I had no idea that such a face existed. She resembled a deity who descended to Earth to punish humanity. Her face is heavenly, yet there's no denying she's terrifying. She is not wearing jewelry, so her simple appearance may be admired by everybody.
"These are flower Lupins," she continued: “, as I looked at what she was gazing at. I've never seen a bloom like this before. It's a mythical flower. Those blossoms are tall and standing. The majority are purple, with a few being pink. She persevered as the few moved there. "Don't they look nice? They are, however, sometimes poisonous to touch."
I glanced at the flowers and wondered what else could be more lovely to look at but also more destructive. I thanked and bowed even though I wasn't going to touch the flower or the marble flower vase I was meant to hold. Because the first thing I noticed about her was that she reminded me of Adams. I drew away when it occurred to me that she was Adams' mother. I want to scratch my head because the way I act around her is casual. My leg ached as I backed away, and I was terrified I'd break something. If I break something here, she will have a negative impression of me or any of her family members. When I looked at Adams' mommy, she was now staring behind me, and when I looked back, she was still looking in that direction. I saw Adams trussing the flower vase while squatting.
I had just entered their house, but I immediately showed ugly reactions.
“Why didn't you tell me that you were close, I called the helpers to get ready for dinner. I thought you would come later.” It was his mommy again; her eyes were bright, and her smile was sky high. She walked towards us, so I tilted my body to hopefully give her way. When she walked over to Adams, she hugged the man tightly as if she had not seen her in years.
The man standing to other side stood staring at me, then his eyes became solemn. His eyes were deep, like Adams', as though when they spoke, every letter would be filled with rage. I merely bit my lower lip and looked at the mother and son. The lady would not let go of Adams, and a few minutes later she would also let go of her child, crying. Adams most likely hasn't been home in a long time; therefore, she acted this way. When the woman brushed away her tears, she turned to face me.
“Thank you for bringing my son back and sorry for my reaction. He hasn't been home for several years so I was very happy when he said he would come back here.” She took both my hands and then kissed them. I get burnt to remove her hand from mine because she didn’t have to do that just to thank me. I shyly waved at her as if to say she didn’t need to do this thing.
Adams walked over to me, wrapped his hand around my waist and then kissed me on the lips as if it were normal for him to do this to a lot of people. I wanted to get away, but I just let him go and closed my eyes to cover up the embarrassment he was giving me. When he was done, I pushed the chest away from me. I can’t face his parents now because of what he did.
"This is Zoe Afar, my girlfriend." No doubt he said. Isn't he afraid that his parents might reject me because I don't have wealth like theirs? As I take in this house and see the whole it feels like I’m being slapped that our lives are too far away from each other, and I don’t fit in with him.
When I saw his mother’s face it didn’t change. She was still smiling, and his father was just staring normally. I don't know if that's normal because I think that's how he really looks. I breathed a sigh of relief because I was thinking differently before than what is happening now. Looks like there won't be any problems today but I still don't know what will happen for tomorrow.
After we left there, the maids came one after the other and looked like they were just cooking. It seems that Adams has no intention of staying in the kitchen just to watch them cook so he dragged me to his room. It looks like this man is still planning something that we here at their house do what he wants.
"We're at your parents' house, stop your libido!" I told him angrily, but he couldn't stop himself and he locked the door. I was not mistaken that he was planning something like this. He pulled me immediately and turned me around on the table here in his room. He lifted my skirt as my body lay on the table. He moves my underwear to the side of my pussy, but he did not remove it.
"I won't shoot it inside you." When he said that, he rubbed his swollen pants on my buttocks. I closed my eyes and covered my mouth so as not to make any noise. Even though I couldn't move on from what he was doing, I could already feel the sound of his belt, an indication that he was taking off his pants.
“Ah—” I immediately bit my palm as the growl almost gone from my mouth because he puts his dick on my pussy. He lifted one of my legs on the table so that he could enter me faster and I could open my legs even more. My palm was almost injured because of the bite I was doing, even before we reached the center of the heat in our body there was a sudden knock.
“Dear. Adams. The food is ready, come on.” It was his mommy's voice whose name I still don't know. No one spoke to us.
"Nghh!" I couldn't stop my loud growl, so her mommy knocked again.
"Dear, are you okay?"
I couldn’t get upset because I knew when I removed from the bite my palm would hear my loud voice because Adams still didn’t stop his slow motion. When his mommy knocked once more he spoke in a whisper.
"Answer her."