章 70: Chapter 70

Alan

Ever wonder why alarm clocks are supposed to make the most annoying noise known to man? The question hits my mind this morning for about thirty seconds before I grabbed the damn thing and threw it against the wall.

Stupid clock.

Five minutes later, I felt about ten pokes on my face and tried my hardest to thwart the hand away from my face, but the finger just kept coming back to me.

I open my eyes and peer at the blurry figure in front of me and when I see none other than my mother standing there with a tray of waffles, I nearly jump out of my skin.

"What the hell ma? What are you doing in my apartment?" I use all the blankets I can, to ball with my hands and cover my body. There is something just wrong about being a grown ass man waking up to your mother and breakfast when you have a morning erection because you spent all night and most of the morning thinking about a certain blonde-haired beauty.