The mom gives in
Alicia walked into her home, at last feeling safe away from that damn bully. Her son was no longer the victim, it was now her being bullied by a rough football player. He was typical of the type she despised. He was a big beefy guy who threw his weight around, bullying anyone who stood in his way.
James, was a only eighteen, so having a mere boy bully her, added to the shame. Unexpectedly he was very adept at manipulating her, and finding her weaknesses, to use against her. Then he had blackmail material to hold over her, and demanded she comply to his demands.
He wanted more from her every time they met, which meant falling further into his clutches. It should have been guessed what an adolescent wanted with a woman. Though, besides sex, he wanted to humiliate her. If she could figure out why, it might be possible to stop him playing with her. For that was what she had become, a boys plaything.
Alicia needed a shower, but was stopped in the hall by her son.
'What have you been up to? Don't tell me, I don't want to know! You're a skanky bitch, out till late, cavorting, that's what! You're just a slut!' Brendan shouted at her.
'Don't call me that, I'm your mother. Show me some respect. I'll tell your father,' she warned.
'I'll tell my father! You're dressed like a whore. You told everyone you were James' bitch! How could you, in front of my friends!' he shouted.
'I didn't mean it! Any of it. I won't tell your father. Please don't tell him. Please, don't call me names. I did it for you. I said those things so he wouldn't bully you. Please, son, forgive me, I did it for you,' Alicia beseeched him, in a rambling moan.
It was impossible to mention the boy was blackmailing her, and had her sex locked up. How could she reveal to her son how stupid she had been. This confrontation confirmed she didn't have the guts to tell her family what was happening. It served to push her further into the bullies clutches.
'So why did you dress up like that? Other parents don't go around shaming themselves. Did he bully you into doing that?' he asked.
'Yes! He was too clever for me. I didn't expect him to be so, well, you know, manipulative. Before I knew what was happening, he tricked me. I couldn't get out of it then, I had to do what he wanted. You know what he's like. He's not a dumb brute, he's clever,' she dry sobbed.
'Well, yea, I know. It was so embarrassing seeing you like that in front of my friends. They said terrible things about you,' he said.
'Did they recognise me?' Alicia asked, with a look of fear spreading across her face.
'I don't know how, but you got away with it. What have you done to your face? Does it hurt? I guess it was bad for you too,' he said, at last getting around to wondering how she felt.
'Yes, you'll never know how bad,' she muttered.
'At least it's over now. If he doesn't bully me from now on, it might just be worth it,' he said, and smiled at her.
'Alright, sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you,' she sincerely spoke.
He smiled at her, as she went to get a shower and change. When she bent to pick up a bag, he frowned. His mother wasn't wearing anything under the short dress! He'd come straight home from the club, and here she was, three hours later. What had she been doing in all that time, while dressed like a whore? She'd gone off with James, but had she stayed with him? Is that where she lost her panties?
He shook his head of the abhorrent image, and the nasty ideas, preferring not to know.
His mother knew this wasn't the end of it, and avoided admitting to what she had already been put through. At thirty-six she should have been able to control the situation, and at least avoided it getting out of hand. Feeling so wretched, she hadn't the strength to call his bluff when he first blackmailed her. Now it seemed to be too late.
After a cleansing shower, she at least felt less dirty from what she had done with that boy. It was all so very grimy and sordid. Having sex with an eighteen-year-old was wrong. Enjoying it was bad. Cupping her sex with a hand, she squeezed, as though overriding his touch with her own.
The lock was in place, reminding her he'd taken control of her vagina. The damn boy told her he couldn't trust her, and had to lock up her kitty. How wrong was that! Her vagina was now his! He'd taken control of her vagina! Oh! Fuck! What a mess this was. They both knew it was all about preventing her husband from using her.
That was what it was now, not love making anymore, just being used. Her husband had been doing that since they were married. Unaware of it for all this time, the boy had awoken her to the fact. Her needs had never been considered, Harold just used her once a month.
Damn! It was on pay day. The bastard transferred money to her account, and that evening took her in bed. No foreplay, it was just expected, something they did. A quick hump, then he rolled off her and went to sleep. Oh! Shit! Why hadn't she linked the two things before? The thought of being paid for sex by her husband, made her feel disgusted with herself, and him.
Alicia fell into a troubled sleep. Again she had to sleep in the spare bedroom, to avoid her husband finding her kitty was locked up. He was on the late shift and was hardly likely to want sex, and it wasn't the night for it, but she wanted to be away from him. This was a way of creating some space while she sorted out her troubles in peace.
***
In a vivid dream her husband got home, into bed, and spooned her. He decided to take her, as that was the way it was in their marriage.
'What in hell? What's this?' he asked.
'Sorry, Harold, I've been locked up,' she tried to explain.
'What? Why did you do that?' he complained.
'I'm really sorry Harold, but I didn't, err, someone else did,' she worriedly said.
'Someone else? Someone locked up your sex bits down there!' he said, sounding incredulous.
Harold switched on the bedside light, to take a closer look. This was a first, and she was grateful he decided to at last take an interest in her down there.
'Open your legs, I want to see what it is. You've got rings. You've had your lips pierced, and this lock. It really has effectively locked you up,' he said, sounding mystified.
'Yes, Harold, I'm sorry,' she quietly spoke.
'I know I'm not much in bed, and I should think of you more, but locking yourself away, that's going too far,' he complained.
'It wasn't my idea. I'm sorry, someone else locked me up,' she lamely spoke.
'Really, someone did this to you? Obviously you didn't pierce yourself, but you made the decision,' he told her.
'No, I'm sorry, Harold. I was bullied into it. James had me pierced, then locked the rings together. He didn't want anyone having me down there, except him,' she explained.
'You what? Why in hell! Who's this James?' he angrily demanded.
'He's in Brendan's class at school. He was bullying Brendan, so I went to see him, to stop it. Somehow he ensnared me into being his victim, instead of our son. He's bullying me now. I have to do as I'm told, or suffer the consequences,' she said.
'You're letting a boy from school bully you? How could you, a mature woman, let a boy do this to you! Your weak, and foolish, girl. I'm your husband, and have a right to have sex with you. You belong to me, not him, yet you let a boy lock your sex away from me. How could you let him do that to me, preventing me from screwing you when I want to?' he complained.
'Sorry, Harold. I was tricked into it. He said he wanted to keep me for himself, and didn't trust me not to sleep with anyone else. He meant you, sorry, Harold,' she defensively muttered.
'He's just a boy, you can't blame him. He can't do this to me. I have a right to screw my wife any time I want,' he told her.
'Yes, Harold. Though, you only do it to me once a month, so maybe he'll release me before then. I'm sorry, Harold,' she said.
Alicia woke up with a hand squeezing her crotch. The feeling of being happy over denying her husband was curious. A strong feeling that he didn't deserve to use her sat firmly in her mind. He was her husband and had conjugal rights to her body. He hadn't ever considered her needs during their marriage, so did he deserve to just use her?
Falling back to sleep, she rested peacefully, hardly moving in the bed, and no longer muttering.
***
Next morning Alicia threw the covers back, with a determination to assert herself. She was a mature woman and knew right from wrong. This was a new day, and she felt something had been resolved. In the shower she carefully washed her locked pussy.
Something had to be done, not for her husband, or anyone else, it was for her sake.
Walking into the kitchen she sighed on seeing a sink full of dirty dishes. They hadn't even bothered to put them into the dishwasher. The utility room door was open, and saw they had at least dumped their dirty washing in there. She could smell the body odour from her son's sports kit. It combined with her husband's gym shorts, one overpowering the other.
'Fuck!' she whispered.
The boy had taught her to use that word, and right then she was proud to use it. Storming out the door, she got in and drove. The police station, a lawyer, or a counsellor? Which was it to be. Neither. She was feeling confident enough for a confrontation.
His father answered the door, towering over her. He was a bigger version of the boy. Six foot plus, tall, and built like a boxer, with a strong muscular frame. He would be able to deal with anyone and anything. Could that be the answer? Tell his father, admitting to what his son did to her, and persuade him to do the right thing.
Alicia saw a ray of hope and clung to it.
'I'm sorry to bother you. I'm Mrs Lucas, and it's about your son,' she began.
'Come on in then. Sit down, so what now!' he huffed.
'James, he's been a bully,' she started to say.
'Don't bother, Mrs Lucas. I've heard it all before. He's a bully, and what am I going to do about it. He's eighteen, no longer a kid. He's grieving for his mother and sister. He's a mess. If he doesn't grow out of it, what then? Well, I don't know. That's what everyone says, I don't know. Well, neither do I,' he firmly told her.
She looked up at him from the sofa, and in a small voice said, 'He's bullying me.'
The truth was out, but it didn't make her feel any better.
'You? How's that possible? I recognise you now. The school committee. You've complained before. More recently, though, where have I seen you,' he said, thinking about it.
She sat tight, letting him catch up.
'No! Here, the other night. Shit! That was you! You were here, in the kitchen dressed like a slut. You stayed the night. I heard him banging you all night! Fuck!' he exclaimed, and laughed.
She hung her head in shame. The amused laugh was too much to bear, and her eyes watered, while she felt sorry for herself. The confidence had almost evaporated.
