Jake calmed down and in an almost reasonable tone said,” We were very exclusive for years, but when we started to party and play he’d space out using condoms, we were going to the Midtown Spa every weekend too, so it’s hard to tell. Once we came up positive we figured it didn’t matter, we quit the meds last year and we fuck any and everything.” He squinted at me and smiled, “And now you”…. asslick [/b] I got a japanese strange e-mail one day. Initially I dismissed it as spam, since I had no idea who the sender called “[email protected]” was. The subject line said “Would you be interested?” I opened the mail, and well, it was porn. The writing was mediocre and the editing had some issues, but most notably it seemed to be about a mother having sex with her own son. While that certainly wasn’t my favorite genre, I couldn’t honestly say I hadn’t thought about asian it occasionally on a fantasy level. I didn’t find my actual mother attractive in any way, instead my thoughts were always about pretty fantasy mothers guiding their boys in natural ways. Because of this I thought it was unusual how the mom in the story had been described quite realistically, in a way which reminded me of my own mother. The strangest thing was how I still thought the story was really hot. Even the questionable writing and lack of storyline didn’t matter when the action started. I entertained myself with this text for a while and then saved lick it in my porn folder. You know, the one which everyone has on their computer even though they pretend they don’t. Yet I had to wonder who the hell had sent me this and Hardcore why? I could only think the author who had been trying to submit it somewhere and had mistyped the address so it ended up into my inbox instead. I decided to respond to the sender and inform him that he had sent this thing to the wrong place. I might have felt awkward about doing so if my e-mail had any connection to my real name, but it didn’t. I could imagine the author being quite embarrassed about his screw-up, but his address was made up too. He wouldn’t be in any real trouble and he would get to submit his story properly. I didn’t think about the matter any further until a few days later I got an answer from the sender. I frowned and wondered what he could possibly have to say to me. Perhaps he wasn’t embarrassed about his writing and wanted to thank me. The subject line said “Signal”, and the message in its entirety read: “Wear red socks if you want to go all the way. Don’t stress about it. Any time is fine for me, sooner or later”. I didn’t, of course, own any red socks. Who the hell would wear crap like that? I thought about the message all day, until our family had gathered for dinner. For some reason the story made me occasionally glance at mom differently than before. 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