Chapter 22

Max woke up exactly when the wet dreams began this time. His penis was erect and already squirting sperm out. Since he already realized what was happening, he quickly brought out his dick and masturbate the rest of the way to finish the orgasm, creating the scene of him and the call girl making love in his head.

He's been thinking about the call girl from the Lakes club a lot more than necessary and no matter what he distracted himself with, he couldn't get himself to stop thinking about her.

'Which grown man of thirty-one years old have wet dreams twice in under twenty-four hours?' He wondered to himself when he was done with giving himself pleasure.

The first time it happened, he had sperm all over his bed because he didn't wake up on time. He had to pour coffee on the stain so he would have a valid reason for the old house help who just change the sheet for him that very morning.

Even though he has never met the girl before, the sight of her and Leo kissing that night aroused and annoyed him at the same time. He kept playing the scene inside his head over and over again, blocking out Leo's features and putting himself in his place. He regretted telling Leo to go for her when he should have gone for her himself. After all, he saw her first.

It doesn't matter to him if she was a call girl or not. He has made up his mind to ask Leo for her details if he has them. Since Leo already have a girlfriend, Max was sure Leo wouldn't mind sharing her details with him. It doesn't even matter to him if Leo agreed to give him her details or not. When push comes to shove, he would find her himself without Leo's help.

The time was already past noon when he showered and get ready to go to Chris's house. Leo was closer to Chris than he was to Max, and Max was also closer to Chris than he was to Leo. He would first find out from Chris if Leo already said anything to him about the girl before he asked Leo for her details.

"Max!... Max!... Maxwell!..."

Max was about to drive out to go meet Chris when he heard his mom's voice calling for him like she was in some kind of distress. And almost immediately after she shouted his name, he saw her ran out of the house like a bat out of hell, with just a towel tied around her naked self.

She looked ridiculous with soap suds all over her face and body. Max was shocked at her appearance and by how hysterical she was acting. He unconsciously prepared himself for a showdown with her as usual. Immediately, he left his car to go meet her halfway before she started cursing. and saying he lacks respect.

"Mom what is the matter?... Are you okay!?" He asked concern for her written all over his face even though she doesn't deserve his concern.

"The ring!? Are you wearing the ring!?" She asked back, grabbing for his right hand to check if he was wearing any ring on his fingers.

"Jeez, mom! You mean you came out of the house like this because of a ring!?... What if I was with my friends!?... You would have embarrassed me in front of them!" He said looking behind him towards the gate to see if the butler she insisted on employing, whom he had called out earlier to open the gate for him was watching his mom's show of shame.

The butler was indeed gawking in their direction, but immediately retreated inside the gatehouse when he saw he was caught staring at his mistress.

"Shut up your mouth! Does it looks to you as if I care or what nonsense are you talking about!? How could you refer to what is going to bring us out of this life of poverty in such a manner" She shouted at him with irritation?

"Life of poverty!? What life of poverty are you referring to mom?" He asked, hurt by her statement. He has done everything within his power to provide for her needs and make her comfortable, yet she was never satisfied. The only thing he got in return was constant whining and complaints about how useless he was by not giving her everything she needed.

She refused to work but wants to be a high society lady. She envied and wanted the lifestyle of people with the highest levels of wealth and social status, comparing herself to all the celebrities on TV. It's so frustrating to see how hard he works and how determined she was to lavish his hard-earned money on material things, just so she could be among the cream of society.

"Is this not poverty!?..." She raised her voice, indicating her surroundings with her hands. "Does it look like a mansion in Bel Air or an estate in Malibu!?... It is fucking Vernon for pete's sake, while your friends, Leo and Chris live in mansions... " She said their names for emphasis "Why couldn't I!? Why couldn't you work harder so I can also live the life befitting a Queen" She demanded furiously.

"I gave you a ring that would help us get rich very quickly, but what did you do!? You forgot to wear it! How could you have forgotten something as important as that after I've told you, you must never take it off your finger? Are you dumb or do you just want to remain poor for the rest of your life, when all your friends are stinking rich!"

Max looked at her and nearly cried. 'Is this woman my mother or did she picked me up from somewhere?' He wondered painfully to himself for the umpteenth time. She's so selfish... Never cared for him but herself.

How could she complain about living a life of poverty when their house is a nice 4 bedroom duplex. It might not be a mansion and he might not be near as rich as his friends but he worked his ass out to get to where he was and he was proud of himself even if she wasn't.

"I'm very sorry to disappoint you but this is the best that I can afford to give you right now." He said in exasperation and started walking back inside to get the ring she was ranting about.

"Well try harder! Try harder and stop being useless to me because I also deserve to live in a mansion." She shouted after him.

"And it is also your right to live in that mansion in Bel Air and Estate in Malibu too, you hear me!? Not his alone but yours too!" She shouted further, following him behind when she saw he was ignoring her.

"My right to live in what mansion?... What are you talking about" Max turned back to ask her but she just averted her eyes and stammered?

"J-just put more effort and stop being useless is all I know." She replied and walked briskly back inside the house while he was left dumbfounded, looking at her retreating back.

"What and who was she talking about now!?" He asked himself in frustration.

'I can't take this anymore!... God, I can't take any more of her! I've tried but she just becomes more and more toxic by the day... I need to get away from her. I need to live my own life before she drives me crazy.' Max thought to himself, gazing upward towards the sky like he was pleading with God for his understanding.

Right there and then, he chose to estrange himself from his mother... He had no choice if he wants to stay sane. He spent his entire childhood loving her and trying to win her affection in the hope she would love him back. But what did he get in return? Physical and emotional abuse. Now he just simply despise her.

The Bible teaches to 'honor thy mother and father...'

But how could you honor a mother when there was nothing honorable about her!?