While you were peacefully writing short stories — a silly hobby of yours — in your beloved mother's basement about forcefully entering petite, elementary-grade schoolers' cunnies; you, unprompted, decide that it would be a wonderful idea to share your works with her. She will surely be impressed by your commitment to writing blissful smut stories involving underage girls.

You hastily run along the stairs, and into the hall, until you find your mother calmly reading a book in her favorite spot of the living room.

With a huge grin on your face, you approach her and