My mother's son

I am my mother's son, The second in command of our kitchen. Her hand bag to keep everything she uses And her key to unlock my father's pocket. Am the first beneficiary of everything my father brings to the family, She reads me everyday like a book and uses me like a weapon formed against her dislikes and enemies. I am married to her trust and motherly love. without growing any inch, i became her family planning method. Enjoying her laps while sucking her breasts milk. For sure my mother don't need another me. My mother is my best friend, What father sometimes hates me for. She speaks to me day and night. Keeping my father in emotional lockdown. I lay with her anytime innocently kicking my feet and rubbing her face with my little hands while sacking my whisky from her breast. I get drunk and sleep while holding her face at times her waist. She kissed me passionately whenever we play. I am my mother's defence attorney whenever father gets angry. I always lay between them all night to prevent any fight as i smile to the roof of my father's bedroom. Thinking I could touch the ceiling while in the warmth of my mother's breast. Father hates me for this but mother is always safe because I am my mother's