7 Showing Your Conviction (2/2)
How nice would it be to nest between there again?
And so, you blow another two loads before your junior calms down.
You let out a heavy sigh as you flush the toilet. Someone will have to a hard time cleaning the sticky mess you have made. You wash your hands afterwards.
You return to the dining room a moment later. You skillfully slip into your seat. You make nothing of what just happen and enjoy lunch with your mother. At least, she is fully clothes now.
Your mother didn't say anything either, but she must have known something due to the small smile at the corner of her mouth. She knows that she is a sexy woman, and she will enjoys teasing you in the future – friendly teasing of course.
The lunch was simple, but well prepared. It was vegetable salad with roasted beef. The moment you have a taste, you knew that your mother must have made it with her own two hands. She has always been a good cook, and you miss her cooking very much.
”You have officially graduated. Congratulation,” your mother said as she ate a few mouthfuls. There is not need for dining etiquette when eating with you.
”Will there be any change in your future plans?”
”No,” you reaffirm your stance. You know that your mother wants you to go into business with her as she has so much to teach you. ”I want to be a film director. I want to be the best there is.”
Your mother swallows and eyes you. ”Do you know how hard that road is? Are you prepared, both mentally and physically?”
”I am prepared. I have been for a long time, mum,” you answer with strong conviction. Your eyes stand against her gaze. ”You know how much time and energy I have spent on this. I have been working very hard the last ten years towards this goal. Nothing you say will change my mind.”
Your mother nods and takes another mouthful. ”I am asking about your plan, sweetheart.”
You understand immediately. ”In the next few weeks, I will be here… if you will have me.”
You then tap your head. ”I have a lot of idea, one is very promising. I will write a suitable script for it and then looking for opportunities to invest and direct.”
Your mother smiles, but it is a disapproving smile.
”Mum, I know that my age is a problem, but don't forget that Columbia Pictures just brought a street boy's script from John Singleton. They made him a director. How old is he? And not to mention, he's black!”
It wasn't being racist. You just know the politic of this time better than anyone. You were from many years in the future after all. Sure, it was from another world, but this world is similar enough for your future knowledge to be priceless.
”He is a special case, not a universal phenomenon,” you mother retorts calmly. She understands the business landscape of Hollywood far better than you.
”Yet, he still is a director nonetheless,” you point out. ”I know that after graduation, I should enter TV or a filming crew, starting as an assistant director or even lower. Then I work my way up slowly with time and experience. Eventually, one day, someone will give me a script and a shot to debut. I know all that, but mum, I have so many ideas in my head and I want to achieve them as soon as possible. I can't wait forever for an opportunity when I can make one for myself right now.”
”Sweetheart,” your mother shakes her head. ”Even if you have a script ready, and even if you have the skills. Your chance of success is almost zero. You have no idea how competitive this industry really is.”
She wants to say backstabbing as well but refrains from doing so. She didn't want to you to give up your dream completely.
”My chance of success is almost zero. It is not zero. If I don't try at all then it is truly zero! Now, if you excuse me, mother. I have work to do. Also, thanks for lunch.”
Your mother is surprise at your sense of logic. ”My little boy has grown up.”
”In more than one way, mum. You will see one day,” you couldn't help but flirt with your MILF of a mother.
You left the room immediately because it was so wrong – so very, very wrong.