You head downstairs and waltz into the kitchen. Your mom is there; she’s cooking. You exchange pleasant good mornings and then she asks you to come to her. You do as she asks, being an obedient son, but you’re unsure why. You hope it’s because breakfast is ready; you’re starving. She pauses as you stand almost directly behind her, only the sizzle of bacon can be heard for a few seconds. Then, PRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! Before you can react, she grabs your head and shoves it against her crack; she rubs your face up and down, massaging it softly. She moans quietly; you feel liquid as she relaxes her breathing and releases your head. You’re mother kisses your head and runs upstairs; you are left dizzy and smelling of putrid fart. You shake it off, hoping the outside air will air you out some. You grab a strip of bacon; it’s soft, just the way you like it. How do you proceed?
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