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... containing his Juicy J masturbation materials. Right as his mother entered his room, he tossed a nearby towel on his lap, covering any semen deposits that she may see. “Did you hear me? It may rain soon. So hurry up and mow it,” Jessica said, giving him a stern look. “Yep! Will do mom. I’m going to change right now and mow the yard,” Effren replied a little too enthusiastically. His mother raised an eyebrow, giving him a weird look, “Ok.” She shook her head and closed his door. Effren sighed once more, “That was close,” he thought. “I pledge allegiance to Juicy J, my favorite webcam girl. One day I’ll see your face and I’ll see you nude. I’ll jack off hard, thinking of you,” Effren chuckled at his silliness while changing clothes. *** The weather always seemed perfect in Los Angles. It rarely rained too much, and sure enough, it did not rain while he was mowing the yard. The clouds had passed by the time he was done. Effren shook his head in annoyance at his mother as he put the lawn mower away in the garage. Wiping his forehead of sweat with the back of his hand, Effren watched Gary, his grandfather get out of his car. He met Gary when he was 10 years old. He came back into his mother’s life after a 10 year absence. He was a really nice guy, teaching Effren how to surf, sometimes taking them on weekend trips, and helping out with bills every once in awhile. He was 54 and looked 10 years younger. If it wasn’t for the wrinkles brought out by time in the sun, he’d look even ...

... younger. “Hey pal, your mom inside?” Gary asked. “Hey gramps, she is,” Effren called out to him. They looked similar. Effren was a half Mexican version of Gary, having darker hair, darker skin, and brown eyes instead of green like Gary’s and Jessica’s. But the smile was similar, same boyish features of his face, and a matching thin athletic body type. They sat around the small kitchen table making small talk a few minutes later. Effren’s mother, as always in her pajama pants and matching over sized t-shirt, poured her son and father some lemonade. She worked from home in an additional room that was built onto the house a few years ago. It was an office-like room and only accessible from her bedroom. Jessica did graphic and web design work remotely, all in the comfort of her home and pajamas. She kept it locked; telling Effren it was to protect computer equipment and so on. Effren thought nothing of it, not caring about some office she had anyway. She poured the lemonade, took off her glasses, and sat next to her father. “So dad, you wanted to tell us something?” She asked. “I did. The boy is graduating high school in a few weeks and as a present I want to take you two on a little vacation with me,” Gary said. “Oh dad, you don’t have to do that,” Jessica said, patting his hand. “You’ve done so much for us in the past decade.” “I know, but I want to. I can afford it and it’ll be a lot of fun for us. You two ever been to Hawaii?” Gary asked. Effren’s mouth dropped. His mother ...