This is my own favorite chapter so far. It's all about healing, recovery, and sweet lovemaking. Absolutely NO cuckold contents. Happy reading!
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Notes to readers:
It has been such an emotional journey writing this series. I have often heard of "After the writer finishes the setting of his/her characters, the characters just come to life and make their own decisions", but never had a first-hand account of it myself. Writing the first two chapters make me realize that it is indeed true. The deeper I go into my story, the more free-willed my characters start to get, and my mind gradually retreats to the background to merely act as a stage for these amazing personalities -- Joey, Mom, and from this chapter on, Katie.
Think about the willful characters in Leo Tolstoy's War and Peace, or the absolutely irrational end of Anna Karenina. It sounds bizarre to say, but I get surprised myself whenever Joey or Mom develops an perplexed feeling or makes another erratic move. (Behaviors that, indeed, have pissed off many of my readers. But I promise you that I was equally pissed myself!) For myself, this characters-break-free thing is truly an amazing experience. I'm sure those of you who have written yourselves can relate. And for the ones of you that haven't yet, I hope this is an intriguing enough incentive to get your ass started on it!
In the previous chapter, we have seen Joey got his perfect image for mom, if not his whole world, shattered from accidently viewing mom's degradation. We followed his steps to his angry confrontation with mom. We saw mom using her sophism to bend his logic and abusing her parental authority to shut down his arguments. Worse of all, she was not above using her feminine charm to manipulate Joey. (Think about her taking off her shirt to wipe Joey's tears, her hugging Joey with only bras on, and her nudging Joey gently with her foot.) I don't know if you all of you guys enjoyed this depiction of an emotionally possessive and abusive mother, but I got such arousal writing this part, even more so than writing mom's gangbang by the Japanese patrons afterwards. (I know a friend commented -- what a disgusting and horrible woman! Yes, I agree)
As some of you guys must have figured, our guy Joey has a great rational brain. He was able to make sensical decisions like getting away from home to avoid being further manipulated by mom. But his libidos always got the better of him. The more he cut Mom the Mother out of his life, the more he got infatuated with Mom the Whore. And he would do anything to see more of the latter. Maybe Joey's greatest gain from his stalking missions was the accidental discovery of mom's escort roommate Katie, who enters the stage in this chapter, touching Joey's soft spots like no one else could.
At the end of the chapter, we saw yet another of Mom's uninhibited indulgences in carnal pleasure. We saw how proud and magnanimous she felt about controlling these men's pleasure, even though it was them making her performing deprecating sex acts. We saw the blonde woman serving in an assistive role to mom, and Joey's genuine concern for her. We also had to witness the uncomfortable moment when Joey got fully absorbed into the moment of desire that synced with mom's climax. It was a new low for his self-esteem, but also an intense source of pleasure deriving from his biological link to mom, unlike anything he had known before.
From this chapter on, we shall see the gradual spiritual revival of Joey, with the help from Katie -- the blonde woman. Now, I know for many of you, Mom is not an easily likeable character yet. Her emotionally manipulativeness as a parent, as well as her greed for lust as a woman may be too hot to handle. But I promise you that you will fall in love with Katie, just like I did.
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Chapter 03: Sex Therapy with Katie
It may sound strange to you, but after seeing and relieving myself to mom's reckless debauchery last night, I slept better than any night for a long time. Ever since I made the decision to cut mom as a parent out of my life, my heart started longing for something else to fill the vacuum she left, and that something inevitably became her other identity -- mom the escort. I no longer had the inhibition to avoid seeing her sexual side out of respect, so that flood gate just opened, unleashing torrents of my pent-up desire which culminated in peeping her in her ultimate sex act. Now that desire was met, and I felt fulfilled for the first time, ever since seeing her degradation by the provost which shattered my life in the first place.
The next morning, I woke up with a fresh pang of guilt. The intense lust had receded, and I started feeling disgusted at myself at following her like a creep and jacking off to her being fucked to the largest gang of men I had seen. I couldn't get rid of the doubt of what was going on with me. This doubt quickly grew into a new energy, and I started to feel restless again.
It cannot go on like this. I must do something.
I decided.
But to do what? My strongest urge was to catch mom in her own act. But what happens after that? Do want to tell her to stop? Or do I just want to see her in shock?
Is there a small part of me that doesn't want her to stop?
Would she listen to me at all? What if there's a john with her? Will the john try to hit me?
Would she even try to protect me?
I gathered my thoughts and decided the best course of action was to get a meeting with her posing as a john. If this wouldn't shock her to the core, nothing would.
But how do I get started? For one, I knew nothing about her escort identity, save for the location of the secret apartment. But going there directly again did not seem dramatic enough, and was a bit risky. If I got caught by security, my mission would be over. If I got caught by the blonde woman again, she'd likely warn mom and remove all the factors of surprise from my side.
I realized her secret third phone was the key to all that. If I could get her number, I could search for her escort profile, and start from there.
With that, I sprang to action. Brandon was out that day, so I took my own car and drove to my house. I parked a block away behind my house, left my shoes in the car, and walked across the block to the back door. The walk to the second floor was easy and quiet, since I was in my socks. I went in my bedroom (apparently mom kept it nice and tidy in my absence), got in the closet, and peeped through the door gap on the other side into mom's bedroom.
Now, the fact that my bedroom and hers were connected by a common closet, was the result of cheap work by the contractor many years ago when we bought the house. Originally, there was an absurdly long room, and my parents got it segmented into two rooms, putting a closet in between. All these years, mom never bothered to replace the closet with a solid wall, leaving me a great opportunity to peak on her -- but I never did. I had always been an obedient son, and I would never disrespect her that way, even thought I was already much captivated by her womanly body and allure since adolescence.
And that was all for nothing. All that suppressed urge to peep culminated in the most epic peeping last night. How ironic.
I was lucky to catch her at the time when she was going to shower. I found the throw-away phone in her handbag on the nightstand. She always guarded her handbag, and never left it on the coffee table when coming home, like most other mothers do. And only recently did I understand why. The phone was locked, so I took out the SIM card and inserted it into mine. All I needed was the number, and now I got it.
On my way out I briefly considered peeping her in the shower, but my sense of mission triumphed, and I hurried back to Brandon's
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Now it was time to open my laptop and get to work.
