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Juicy J

... he was staring at his mother’s naked body. She was smiling to the camera, giving it a playful wave, her nice sized breasts jiggling as she waved. The orange blinking text read: “Juicy J is online!” Chapter 5 Effren paced around the kitchen in shock. He had immediately logged out of the site, upon discovering his mother was Juicy J, shut down his computer and headed to the kitchen. He contemplated going for a sprint down the street, running for as long as he could, as fast as he could, hoping to release some of the mixed emotions he was feeling. He was angry at her for doing this and hiding it, he was embarrassed that he never figured it out on his own – the locked office room, Juicy J not being active the entire time they were in Hawaii, his mother catching up on work upon their return, furthering the inactive time on the account; Sandee’s late night visit causing him to wonder if she was in on it too. Then Effren felt disgust at himself for jacking off to her. He didn’t know Juicy J was his mother, but still, he couldn’t help but feel disappointed in himself. He shook his head, his face wincing like he just tasted something horrible. He eventually did leave the house, but walked instead of running. “I didn’t know it was her,” he said to himself over and over, regretting subscribing to the site. He tried to rationalize it from that standpoint – had he known she was his mother he wouldn’t have joined, he wouldn’t have watched and saved her preview videos, and he certainly ...

... wouldn’t have masturbated to her. He walked in circle for hours, eventually making his way to the beach nearby. He climbed up into his lifeguard tower, sitting silently alone. Within an hour he was asleep. *** “Perdóneme. ¿Duerme allá arriba?” The officer said, shining his flashlight onto the sleeping Effren, causing him to stir. “I don’t speak Spanish!” Effren replied, holding his hands up to block the bright flashlight. The officer cleared his throat, “Sorry. I was asking if you were asleep up there. Why don’t you go on home kid? Do you need a ride?” “No sir,” Effren climbing out of life guard tower. “I went for a walk and took a break up there. I must’ve dozed off. I don’t live far from here.” “Alright. Have a safe night,” the officer said. Effren made his way back home, not wanting to enter, wondering if his mother was still in her back office putting on a show. The house was quiet, there was no lights coming from her open room. Effren peeped in seeing she was in her bed asleep. Sitting on his own bed, he looked at his powered down computer, shaking his head. “If I had only known,” he whispered. Restless sleep finally took him again. He tossed and turned most of the night. The next morning he rushed off the beach to surf in an attempt to take his mind off the situation and avoid his mother. Gliding along the ocean water brought him comfort. There were no jerks out to usher him off their supposed territory. He was mostly alone, thinking about his mother. He didn’t know why she ...