Hollywood Delight 22 Confronting Your Mother

You greet your mother when you got home. She is in her office, looking over her finances. Finding 10 million dollar in such a short amount of time is not easy. She knows she has to mortgage the house.

"Welcome home, sweetheart."

Your mother greets you after a moment. She looks lovely and s.e.xy as ever in her summer dress. The light fabric tightly binds her body, revealing her voluptuous figure.

As you haven't seen your mother for a while or f.u.c.ked anyone recently, your d.i.c.k begins to ache in your pant. Her clothing begins to flicker.

You immediately curses your age. If you were older, you wouldn't be as h.o.r.n.y as this.

Who are you kidding? You will totally fall for your mother no matter how old you are. She is such a fine MILF.

"I hope you are fruitful in the past few days."

Your mother continues. "I have heard many things."

You smile happily and lean over the table, getting very close to her.

"Yes, mum, very. I have found an investor for my movie. Uncle George has told me all about it."

Your mother is taken back. She then becomes annoyed. "That man. I have specifically told him not to say anything to you."

"Oh, he didn't, mum. You just did."

You point out and finally take your seat. A smug is on your face.

"So, mum. I thought you didn't believe in me."

His mother realizes she have been had. She isn't thinking clearly when you are so close to her. What had happened in this office those many nights ago still lingers vividly in her mind. She fears that she is l.u.s.ting for her son, you.

You looks so much like your father afterall. He is the only man she had trusts. He is also the only man who had broke her heart. She had vowed she will never allow another man inside her heart again.

Your mother sighs and leans back against her seat. "I still don't, at least not 100%."

"Then why did you invest that much money in me? Isn't it what you call – a bad bussiness?"

"Sweetheart. It is never a bad thing to invest in your future."

Your mother just contradicts herself. She is sure that you will not suceed, yet she is willing to invest so much money into your future.

She isn't the ruthless calculating woman you thought she was. She just want what is best for you, even if she has to sacrifice herself.

"I will succeed, mum. I will be the best f.u.c.king d.a.m.n director in the whole Hollywood!"

You had to get that off your chest. Once you calm down, you continue.

"You are not wrong to invest in me, mum. I will make sure that you will make your money back and then some. Trust me."

Your mother stares at you. It was too familar, especially the way you said those last two words. She has been a fool before.

"You are just like your father. He even said the same word to be before he..."

Rage immediately built within you.

"I am nothing like him! I am a man of my word! I will f.u.c.king succeed or I will die trying! I even put my life on the line!"

You snap at your mother, causing her to flinch. Green etherial mists surrounding you, seeping into the surrounding. You didn't pay attention to that at all.

You eventually exhale and calm yourself. You hate your father very much, and you never want to be anything like the man.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have shouted."

Your mother takes in a deep breath, strangely feeling light headed. It wasn't because of the heat or the drink on her desk.

"That's okay, sweetheart. I was in the wrong myself. You know how I feel about this dream of yours. I hope you do succeed. If you don't, I don't know where I will be."

She knows she shouldn't gamble if she is not confident, at least not with the company she had built with her two hands. But after seeing you desperately trying to secure funding for your movies over the past few weeks, she couldn't remain silence any longer.

She reaches out to George Lucas, knowing that you will eventually go there, to ensure that you will have your funding.

The amount require is 15 millions, but George is willing to invest the remaining amount as he truly believes that you will succeed. He has seen a glimpse of your work.

Hearing what your mother just said, you grab her hands tightly.

"Don't say something like that mum. No matter what happens, you will be with me. I will take care of you. I will never let anything bad happen to you."

Your mother blushes. Her cheeks flush with red. She immediately pull her hands away from you and left her seat.

She turn towards the window, trying to steel her rapidly beating heart. She is unable to explain why she is feeling this way about you, her son. It is too dangerous.

"I think it is late, sweetheart. You should take a good rest as you have big day tomorrow."

You nod slowly and get up from your seat.

Your mother is right. You have been everywhere in these past few days, and you haven't been eating properly. Now you are home, you need a big rest.

Tomorrow, you have to sign a contract with Lucasfilm and find yourself a film crew. You wonder why George didn't just provide one for you. Perhaps, he is testing your leadership ability.

"Alright, mum. I really want to talk about what happen that night, but since it is getting late, we will talk about it some other time."

Your mother nods without looking at you.

You take a good look at her from behind, especially her perfect a.s.s.

"Umm.. Goodnight, mum."

You left the office and hastily head to your room. You need to take care of something fast.

"d.a.m.n it. I wish I could f.u.c.k my mum. She is so d.a.m.n hot. I will die if this keeps up!"

The System calls out in your mind as if it had heard your wish.

You nearly drop dead on the floor.

[New Quest: f.u.c.k Your Mother!]

[Failure: Her life is forfeit]

"What the actual f.u.c.k!?"