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Chapter 18 by CilanEamber CilanEamber

With who?!?!

Jamie, Next Door

You stood there, your mind racing as you tried to process what your mother had just revealed. An affair? You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You didn't know what to say, your thoughts a jumbled mess of shock and confusion. "Who is it?" you finally managed to ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Your mother's eyes darted around the room, as if searching for an escape from the conversation, before finally coming to rest on yours. Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it seemed to echo through the room. "Jamie," she said, the name dropping like a bombshell. "Jamie from next door." You felt like you'd been punched in the gut, the air knocked out of you. Jamie, the man with the charming smile and muscles. You'd always thought he was a bit too friendly, a bit too curious about your family's business. But you'd never suspected... this. Your mind reeled as you tried to process the information. Your mother, having an affair with Jamie.

Your mother's eyes dropped, her gaze drifting downwards as if searching for something on the floor. "It started by accident," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "He was helping me move some things from the garage to the storage room." She paused, her chest rising with a deep breath. "He touched me, and... I don't know, it just happened." The words spilled out of her mouth in a rush, as if she was trying to get them out as quickly as possible. "We were both surprised, but... we just went with it." Her voice cracked, and for a moment, you thought you saw a glimmer in her eyes.

Your mother's voice was barely above a whisper, but it seemed to echo through the room. "He's much bigger than your father," she said, looking into your eyes.

You felt your face flush with embarrassment, unsure of where this conversation was headed. "Mum, I don't need to know that," you said, your voice tinged with disgust.

She looked at you, her eyes pleading for understanding. "I'm sorry, I just thought you should know," she said, her voice cracking. "If, you let me continue in your body find out what sex as a guy is like, you should...."

"Should... what?" Your mind reeled with what she meant, you had an idea, but weren't sure you would like it.

Should what?

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