Giving in Part 2
This is another short piece to a longer story. But to be fair, this is meant to be a short stroker story. There's lots of slow burners on here and lots of short stories that leave a lot to be desired. Im trying to write shorter stories that have, at the very least, some substance.
Warning: Contains a scene with the Mother where she is very dominating - incase that's not your thing.
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"... and please empty all the trash cans and take the garbage out." Sean's dad rambled on, giving his daily To-Do list to his son.
"And for the 100th time, make sure you turn your lights off before you leave for school."
Matt was talking with his back turned to his son. He was standing at the counter stirring the coffee in his To-Go mug. He was an average guy, in every way. Sean looked at his father and saw the same hollowed out man he always had. His long sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and strung over his shoulder was the worn leather strap of his outdated courier bag. He was 45, trying to look 25, with the personality of someone 65.
Sean felt bad for his dad at that moment. He saw him as the unfulfilled, absent man that he was, and knew he'd never change. That was why mom was so unhappy.
" Ok dad, I will, sorry". Sean told his dad. He was barely listening to his old man as
he scattered around to find all the contents of his book bag. He couldn't find his car keys either. His parents helped him all they could with buying a car, so he ended up being responsible and buying a smaller, used car, so that he wouldn't have payments. As a result, it only came with one key, and getting a replacement was a waste of money to a teenager.
"Don't be late." was all he said as he headed towards the door to the garage. He pulled the door closed behind him and Sean could hear the sound of the garage door opening. He was still so shocked from last night that everything seemed distant and fake this morning. He felt like he was watching a video of himself looking for his keys.
The garage door paused for a minute as Matt backed out, then it whined in reverse as it started to close.
"I can't afford to be late..." he groaned, exasperated. Sean only had 2 more weeks of high school left, and if he didn't get a 75% or better on his final American Lit paper... he was going to fail the class. The idea of this was terrifying. It meant summer school and not graduating on time, and more time held hostage in that building. The first class of the day... the one he was about to be late for, was American Literature. He hadn't even started his paper, which was moot really, since he hadn't read the story. His only chance of weaseling through it was getting context clues from class.
The garage door motor came to a stop and the house was silent.
"You won't be late..." Jackie whispered from behind Sean.
Sean turned around to look towards his Mother's voice. He lost his breath and his heart took two leaps out of his chest. Jackie was standing in the doorway to the kitchen. She wasn't leaning against the jamb, or holding her hands up, She just stood there... and Sean couldn't look away.
"Because you're not going." She finished saying
His mother was wearing a dark scarlet silk nighty and nothing else. It was outlined with a black lace border. It came down onto her thighs by only a few inches, almost short enough to show the beginning of her mound.
His mother's big pale breasts were barely able to be held in. Her creamy skin and the freckles on her cleavage were a drug to Sean, and Jackie knew it. She read all about her son's kink for paler skin.
Sean stood there frozen staring at his mother. Her auburn hair was pulled up into a messy bun. A beautiful strand of it fell down the side of her face, outlining her green eyes and the fire inside of the,
"You won't be late... because you're not going." She smiled an evil smile and started walking towards her son.
"Mom I have to..." Sean started
"Youll do as Mother says" Jackie snapped back as she reached Sean. She reached up and grabbed the hair on the back of her son's head and pulled down. Sean's face pointed up to the ceiling, but he tried to look down at his mom.
He could feel the warm and wet touch of her tongue. She slowly licked up his throat, and adam's apple, until she reached his ear lobe. She gently took her son's ear between her two lips. Jackie opened her mouth to whisper in Sean's ear. Just the feel of her breath sent a shiver through Sean's entire body. He wiggled in place. All rational thought was leaving.
"In 2 weeks your done with that school Sean. Period. And we're going to stick with the plan.." Sean could see a level of craziness in his Mother's eyes he'd never seen before. A look that should have scared him... enthralled him.
"What plan Mom.?" Sean asked
"Today... You will call me Mother. Do you understand?" She began kissing Sean's neck
"Yes Mother..." Sean's voice was shaking
"And for
OUR
plan baby... to be together." Jackie reached down and grabbed her son's crotch.
" Isn't that what you want" She asked?"
"Well... of course, but how mom?" Sean asked
Jackie's face changed. She looked very serious all of a sudden. She reached up and put her hand on her son's throat. She'd never been so aggressive in her life, especially with her son. She squeezed his throat gently and started pushing him back.
" I said to call me Mother. Not Mommy, not Mom, not Jackie.... Mother. Am I clear?" She slowly pushed him into the living room.
"Yes Mother" Sean said looking down at his beautiful dominating Mother.
"Lay down on the couch Sean..." Jackie told her son as she gently pushed him backwards.
"Yes Mother..."
Sean laid down on the couch like instructed. He had no idea what was going on. But he knew his Mother was in charage.
"Mmmm... look at Mother's little fuck boy." Jackie slowly pulled up her silk nightgown just the few inches needed to show her pussy. " That's what you are, right?
