You go to bed...

You go to the bathroom. You look in the mirror as you talk to yourself. "just dont show her any weakness. She loves weakness" you say hyping yourself up as if you're going to meet your demise. You step out of the bathroom. You walk into your bedroom and look to your bed. You see Amanda laying on her side. Her cheek in her hand. She has the cover pulled to the side and she pats the spot she wants you to lay in as she stares at you. "come rest my little prince" she coos to you. You audibly gulp. Shes wearing a very tight fitting bra and some very loose sweat pants.

You crawl into bed next to her. She stares at you as you lay next to her. Her green eyes reflecting the moon light that shines through the window. "This is too weird im gonna sleep on the floor!" you cry but she grabs you by the arm. She whispers as she speaks. "Its okay...." she says in a motherly tone. "I wont hurt you." She says as she rubs your cheek. You gulp as you stare into her eyes. You dont say anything as she continues rubbing your cheek. "you know...I always wanted to have a son..." she says calmly as she rubs your cheek. You look confused. "why didn't you? Tons of guys wanted to date you didn't they?" you whisper. "yes but..." she sighs. "its very difficult to date someone when they're...so" she trails off as she moves a hand to her crotch. "stuck in their ways..." she says as she sadly looks away from you.

You ponder this for a minute. "o-oh...what do you mean by that?" you ask but she shakes her head. "it would be better if I didnt say anything." she whispers. You cock an eyebrow. "What could she mean?" you think as you stare at her body. She coughs as she notices you staring at her body. She blushes slightly. "s-sorry I didnt mean to stare!" you say blushing wildly. "n-no!" she says as she holds your hand. "you can stare as much as you want my little prince" she whispers sweetly. Your red face darkens another hue. "hey...errr can I ask you a question?" she says confidently. "s-sure" you say. she takes a deep breathe as if considering if her question is a good idea to ask. "do you..." she trails off. Her emerald green eyes reflecting the hesitation she holds. "do you think your mom is...attractive?" Your face shoots into one of pure confusion. "what?" you ask as she continues holding your hand. She squeezes your palm a little tighter. "J-just answer the question.." she says looking away from you. Clearly embarrassed.

You consider her question. They both look exactly the same so by calling your mom pretty you essentially call her the same thing. You sigh as you look into her eyes. She holds your hand tightly.