Jason discovered that Sara was still breastfeeding Jason beyond the recommended age by a remote possibility of her deciding to spend a day sick in her own bed.
That was it! He put his foot on the floor out of pure disgust! What a total shame! What was wrong with that woman?
He confronted her from then on, making her stop what she should have done more than four years ago; attacking her with her subtle but vicious accusations, claiming that she had a problem and would leave the boy or be a psychopath later in life.
And so Sara lived for years with the weight on her shoulder of being like an abusive sexual addict, like an alcoholic.
What was the great reward for her commitment to her years? Jason was clearly hurt at having to distance himself from her in that sense. And the distance was tangible. And then Tom wouldn't touch her at all. It was as if their marriage had become a full-time job in itself.
Thirteen long years passed and Jason was now a young man. Life had defined him, with a little help from his mother. He had challenged bullies, schoolyard bullies, and authority figures, and in the end they were just empty talk that couldn't put their money where their mouths were.
The school bullies who, like his father, called him mom's boy and faggot (but never idiot, never could make that serious claim), weren't all stupid as hell. Many of them were daddy's princesses and egoistic idiots who only messed with those who didn't defend themselves.
After school, most of them showed nothing from their grades. Most of the princesses were pregnant at 18. Some got hooked on drugs and others committed worse crimes. Jason entered the right circles and got some vocational training.
Dad, the other authoritarian bully, didn't want him to become a disgusting mechanic despite the money that could be made and the security of a stable job. There was no way he would send the kid to college if he didn't want to follow him to the corporation, so he instantly shut up the day Jason came home with the news that he had gotten a job with a known mechanic.
Dad, who hadn't aged well, probably was as bitter about it as he was about his marriage, spending most of his time at home in a drunken haze, and worried about forgetting his son hastily after that.
Sara, however, couldn't have been prouder, especially when she challenged Tom even more by parking her car on the driveway to show off her first foreign work for the money they so needed.
Jason was working on a neighbor's car in the privacy of his own garage one Saturday night. Dad had drunk half a bottle of whisky in front of the TV and then complained of a headache before going to bed. With the TV turned off, the house filled more than with loud snores that made the walls vibrate. By then it was already past ten.
Just out of the shower, now that she could do what she wanted without stepping on eggshells, Sara, now wrapped in her favorite white cotton bathrobe, dried her hair in the bathroom mirror.
Time had been much kinder to her. In a quiet way, being a homemaker and doing more to keep her home and family happy than Tom ever did at work, that had kept her in shape and her son sweet, since he was where she got her affection and love.
Here is the translation of the text with a lot of longing:When could I hold you and help you forget the world around us and feel good in an intuitive or instinctive way?
Jason admitted, I wish we were just you and me. Then he finally looked at her, so dark and intense in her state of burned-out nervousness, and concluded, always.
Their mutual longing was so strong. When Sara looked at him with a glance and realized that he understood her, it was as if a live connection now crackled and buzzed between them with an electric impulse. She looked away, reflecting more on what would come tomorrow and the next day.
Then Sara thought a lot about herself, but not the same things that he did. The garage doors were well closed, the night was so silent far from that cave of ogres where her husband slept, and beside her was the only man in the world she loved more than anything.
When she hooked her fingers under the straps of her camisole and let them go, it wasn't a declaration of self-destruction or wanting to be unfaithful. Tom had spent the last nineteen years destroying his faith in that marriage.
And when she moved silently over her still generous breasts, with her darkened nipples and areola, letting it fall to her waist and feeling the liberating shiver of abandonment, it was by maternal instinct that she reclined her seat, leaned back, and said his name.
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It seems like a highly charged and emotional moment between Jason and Sara. They have been apart for a long time, and their longing for each other is palpable. The text describes the intimate moments they share in the car, including breastfeeding and oral sex. It's clear that they are trying to reconnect with each other on a deep level.
The translation captures the intensity of their emotions and the sensuality of their interactions. The use of words like longing, intuitive, and instinctive convey the depth of their feelings for each other. The description of Sara's breasts as still generous and her nipples as darkened suggests a sense of maturity and experience.
Overall, the translation effectively conveys the passion and intimacy of the original text.
But she forced him to lift his chin again.
If we start having sex, there's no going back, she said coldly. We'll have to hide that from people and pretend and make excuses. I can't choose this for you. You didn't leave me last night because of that. You know it. I was protecting you.
Understood, he said with sadness.
No, not like that, she said. I'm asking you to choose consciously. Do you really want to start having sex with me? Your mother?
Yes, mom, he said helplessly. There's no one I love more than you.
I wanted it last night, she confessed. I've been wanting it for the past year, wondering what was going on in my mind.
Maybe I should have known, Jason said, trembling with adrenaline and desire. And then her gaze at him now, full of promises and determination, almost made him explode.
Now ask me what I want, she ordered.
Jason swallowed hard, his mouth completely dry. And then he asked her again.
The house was dark, not a sound, not a peep; nothing more than the sensation of their warm naked flesh pressed together. She kissed him again with a lover's kiss and hardened against his outer thigh, and she got wet to take him again.
Someone is happy, she said, and he let out a laugh, wrapping her in his arms, taking his mother by herself.
I love you, mom, he replied with the deepest truth. But I'm sorry for your vagina, because it's going to be screwed.
She guided him from behind as they ate and let out a laugh, then a sigh of satisfaction. Oh, you still have a lot to learn about me, baby, she warned. 'And that beautiful cock will be in serious trouble when you're tired and I'm hot...'
I'm glad, he said, and slid deeply into her uterine cervix where he would fill his mother again and neither of them got tired of each other. It was a match made in heaven for both.
The end.
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