I know my story is going a little slow, but it is necessary to cover up all the facts so you guys don't get confused.
I will pick up the pace after 20 chapters, until then, bear with me.
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Chapter 12
"Wow… that's…wow." Mom couldn't find proper words to convey how impressed she was with my chopping skills and how I handled a knife. Well, I wouldn't claim to be as good as the night demon who could even use a small dull knife to cut the heads of his victims clean, I still had good skills wielding a knife so this much wasn't a great task.
Of course, that wasn't the view my dear mother was taking. She knew me as a guy who complained and didn't stop in the kitchen his whole life. I'll be honest, I was never good when it came to my chores.
Had my mother not been as strict as she was, I was pretty sure I wouldn't even know how to turn on a washing machine let alone use one.
All in all, she was rightfully impressed with me and I was glad to brag about it. "Well, you know. Just a few things I picked up at college. I didn't just play around."
Slick. I lied through my teeth while also playing the fact that I was quite the ladies' man.
"I see," Mom said before she stirred the pot and then looked at me, "I see you have improved in many ways, Jacob. And I like it. I was disappointed that you were kicked out of college but as long as you be a good boy, I wouldn't really care much. And so far, I have been quite happy with your attitude."
Oh, boy. Here comes a lesson. But I wasn't going to stand back from it. Listening to her only showed that I was serious about it and not just dismissing her words.
"You didn't make a fuss about your room and even took the initiative to move to the basement. I didn't mention it before because it wasn't my place to, but your sisters are in a bad spot and as a family, we have to support them as much as we can. Now that you are back, I want you to focus on them. Talk to them." She once again stirred the pot that allowed me to look at her caged ass.
But I hurriedly turned my attention back to her as she turned to me again. Of course, just staring wouldn't get me anywhere so I took a little risk. I made sure to be as subtle as much as I could, but I let her take a slight glance that I was appreciating her behind.
From the strange expression on her face, it seemed like my plan had worked. But I didn't show anything apparent on my face and just acted like I was listening to her, trying to act that I was still safe and wasn't caught staring at her.
She coughed slightly, thinking that what she saw might have been an illusion or a misunderstanding, and said, "Also, I know you might not look at it favorably, but I would appreciate it if you could really listen to what your father would talk about at dinner. I want you to try and view it positively, not like he's trying to force his will on you, alright?"
"Of course, Mom." I simply replied because that was all the answers that made sense in this situation. But it wasn't like I was going to do what my father said. Living as Rakshasa taught me one thing among many others, never be bound by someone.
In the case of my mother, she was really worried about me so if she said the same thing, I definitely wouldn't view it as something negative but as for my father, he was the controlling type and he was indeed trying to control everyone's life in this house.
Mom might think I don't know but there was a reason Jacqueline, despite her massive potential in business, didn't work in the family company but decided to forge her own path. Dad repeatedly said that she would fail and now that she has, I was sure he would constantly remind her of that fact.
I didn't like that about my father and hence, I would never be controlled by him. He was my father, and he had the right to be proud of me and disappointed with me, but never in a million years did he possess the right to control my life.
Mon smiled at me with my understanding and turned to stir the soup once again but this time, I could see the corner of her eyes trying to look at me, making sure that what she saw wasn't the figment of her imagination.
For sure, I didn't disappoint and looked at her gigantic but tight ass. I kept my eyes fixed on it the entire time and when she coughed, I knew I was safe and my risk had paid off.
She turned around, a little conflicted from her awkwardness as she said, "I think I can handle the rest. Why don't you tell everyone that the dinner will be ready in five minutes?"
Since she didn't know what to do with it, she decided to hold it off until she somehow cleared her own mind. In simpler words, she didn't know how to deal with this matter so she ignored it and pushed it for another day. I was more than happy to keep it that way and give her some space because the idea had already been planted.
All I needed to do was water it regularly and turn it into a full-grown tree.
"Sure, Mom," I said and left the kitchen.
I saw the conflicted expression on her face intensifying as I left. This wasn't a game where such an action of mine would be disregarded as youth hormones and the mom would suggest using her as masturbatory material. This was real life; Mom would need time to cope with this feeling. She might not even like it and if she didn't, I could still use many other ways to get close to her.
Anyway, I decided to focus on the task and hand and I went and informed everyone of dinner. The doors of every one were locked except Jacqueline's, the one whom I visited last and also needed to meet since I couldn't in the morning. I just told everyone else from outside their doors and went to Jacqueline.
I knocked on her door and heard the 'Come in,' from the other side of the door. I entered and saw her busy looking at the newspaper. If she was reading the newspaper at this time of the night, then it meant only one thing, she was apartment hunting.
She didn't even raise her head to look at me and kept looking at the ads.
"You know, I can come back later if you're busy." When she heard my voice though, she snapped out of the paper and looked at me with surprise. Guess I should be happy she didn't forget my voice in these two years.
"Jacob!" She exclaimed as she hurriedly put aside the newspaper and stood up, capturing me in a hug that I didn't avoid. I mean, who would be idiotic enough to avoid a hug from her? Not a sane man I tell you. This body could turn gays into straight.
I returned the hug but I made sure not to be creepy and kept my hands on her back only.
She let go of me and said, "Wow! You didn't touch my butt this time. Why does that feel a little insulting?"
I was a pervert in high school and her giant ass didn't help at all. I might have touched it a few times and fantasized about it a lot. Of course, I got punished and pinched for it a lot by her but she never told on me or called me a creep like it was disgusting for her.
She just dismissed it as a phase of mine. To be honest, she was quite open with me, and back in the day, just like Josephine followed me, I used to follow her around like a puppy. So it made sense that she was my first crush and all.
I chuckled at her remark and said, "Just say the word. I wouldn't ever let go of it."
"Hah! You pervert." She slapped me slightly on my shoulder and said, "It's nice to see you haven't changed in that aspect at least."
Yeah, I could sense the disappointment in her voice. I guess she wasn't also happy with me not visiting for two years. If only she knew how much I wanted to visit her and everyone in the last thousand years, she would hug me and never let me go.
Pointing out the fact that I was never home would only worsen the conversation going forward and I didn't want that so I decided to change the topic, "Looking for a place I see."
I pointed at the open newspaper and she turned to look at it too.