Chapter #13Mommy Issues by: Nostrum   You feel your face twisting into a rictus of anger. You know that what your mother did was wrong, but to pay an eye with an eye?
“Ooh...” The girl says as she sees you seethe. “Should've told him that before – you made him frisky!”
“Cassandra...” Your mother (your father? Your parent?) shakes her head, asking her to stop. “You're Cassandra, isn't it?”
“Yeah, but you can call me Cassie.”
“Let me talk to my son, alright? And...” She covers her face, huffing. “Could you dress up? Why are you interested in him anyways?”
“He looks so cute when he's defenseless! Say – once you finish, you give me permission to fuck him silly?”
“Is sex everything that's on your mind?” your parent asks. You're repulsed at how they're mocking parental responsibility. “Aren't you supposed to be--?”
“You tell me. Do you feel like a guy in his forties, or like his hot wife?”
She thinks Mom's hot? That's your first thought, and it seems your parent shares it. But then comes the second. Wait – he's a guy!?
“I won't lie – I feel quite different. I don't even feel my thing!”
“Then stop acting like a pussy and start giving action to that pussy! I mean – not with your son, of course, though we don't care if you do. Say, did you and Mom...?”
“Not at all, Cassie. I don't feel comfortable doing it. I just agreed to their proposal.”
“What proposal!?” you howl. “What's going on, Dad!?”
“I think you should call him 'Mom' now, kid.” The girl – Cassie – checks your parent's rear and slaps it. “Congrats on your catch, ma'am. You know where I'll be when you need me.”
“Right, right...” Your parent notices how Cassie is deliberately stalling and calls her out. “Would you mind? I want to talk to my son in private.”
“Sure, sure! I'll leave you to give him some nightmares. Toodles!” She steps out and slams the door, only to open it again. “But don't give him too many nightmares! Or else, his pecker's gonna shiver and I won't be able to fuck him silly.”
“Cassie...”
“Alright, alright! I'm going!” Once again, she slams the door, leaving you with a mockery of your mother.
“Davey...” It's unsettling to hear your mother's voice and a resentful tone coming from an impostor. “I can explain.”
“First of all. It's you, right? Dad?”
“Davey, I can explain!” She grabs one of your hands, wincing. “I'll get you out and save Marie. I promise.”
“How? Wearing her?”
“At least you know she'll be in good hands.”
“Dad, you're sickening. You were angry that Mom decided to live Ashley’s life, but--”
“David, you don't know what you’re messing with.” Her tone darkens as she squeezes your hand, and you see fear in her – his – eyes. “You have no idea what I had to do to convince Cassie's mom to keep you alive.”
“Yeah,” you mutter angrily. “I can see.”
“Davey, that woman owns the Mafia.” That catches your attention. “She's got deals with every gang in Tyneside – she owns the criminal underworld of this city.”
“Dad, you don't have to exaggerate.”
“She told me about...” You see her take a deep breath. “Ashley was supposed to be replaced by some guy, Trevor Lachlan. Apparently, she humiliated him by claiming he abused her sexually, and in exchange, Tessa--”
“Who's that?”
“Cassie's mom – and Ashley's mom too. Trevor was to replace her.”
“Why?”
“She's twisted! When I woke up, I had to explain everything – about my relationship with Ashley, how Marie and you figured it out, how Marie decided to replace her and divorce me--”
“And?”
“She pitied me. Said she 'knew' Ashley was a homewrecker. I can't believe a mother could have such hatred for her children – she has no qualms giving her daughters for other men to wear!”
“You're telling me I was about to sleep with a guy?”
“David, you're not one to talk.” You see her face growing red hot. “I know everything you told Marie. You were the one that rejected me that day, didn’t you?”
“What day?”
“That Saturday! David, I know you know – I was to meet Ashley, I was flirting with her...” You're surprised to see him grunt in disgust. “The dessert thing!”
“Dad, you're a pig.”
“And you?” he exclaims in anger. “What kind of son tricks their father that way?”
“Someone who cares about his mom?” you spit him back. “Dad, you're an asshole.”
“Well, I guess that’s an Anderson man's trait, isn't it?” You see him calm down, relaxing to a very maternal pose. “David, I'm sorry. When I lost Marie, my world crashed. Then I get surprised by these people, and I hear what they’re going to do to you and--”
“What are they gonna do to me?”
“Tessa said they should give you an 'exemplary punishment'. She decided that, since Marie took Ashley's life for herself, it was only fair that I got her life instead.”
“And you accepted!?”
“It was that or...” You actually see him shiver, hugging your mother’s body tightly. “I don't even want to think what they'd have done to her. I said I'd agree, but that I wanted to deal with you. She said... it was only fair that I thought of a fitting punishment for you. Since I'm both your mother and your father, after all.”
“And?”
“I'm going to try and play their game. I'll see how I can...” She looms closer, looking at the door. “How to take them down. Once Tessa's gone, I can save you without any repercussions.”
“Aren't you saying she's dangerous?”
“Yes, David! That's why I need to play by her rules! She said she'd help me, well, 'transition' into my life as Marie. But you'll have to remain here.”
“Why?”
“It's part of the deal. My...guarantee, basically. She used a different term, though. 'Usufruct'.”
“Usufruct? What's that?”
“That I'm relinquishing you for their use. That's why...” She tilts her head towards the door, mortified. “Cassie wants to play with you.”
“And you're gonna let her? I mean, him?”
“I'm trying not to, but I can't control them once I'm gone. They want you here as leverage on me. Once they're not watching me, I'll do everything to save you. But while that happens, I...” He takes a deep breath, and you can see his tears flowing from your mother's eyes. “I need to borrow Marie for a bit.”
“Dad...”
He grabs your forehead, kissing it with your mother's lips. “I'm sorry, Davey. I wish there was another way. But don't worry. I love your mother – more than I ever realized. I won't harm her.”
“You better don't. You broke her heart already.”
“I'm doing this for her. I'm doing this for everyone.” He kisses your forehead again, giving an eerily close facsimile of your mother's smile merged with his own. “I'll save everyone, Davey. I promise.”
As you see him leave, you notice just how easily he's adapted to act as your mother – he shakes her hips the same way, and even grabs the doorknob gently. “All done,” she says with a gleeful tone.
“Can I hump your son, ma'am?”
“I'd prefer not to, but I know you'll do it anyways. Just be gentle with him, alright?”
What? You’re not telling me that--
“Say - now that you're part of the family, how should I call you? 'Ma'am' seems a bit too stuffy.”
“Call me 'Marie'. Everyone does.”
“Cool. See you in a while.” You notice Cassie stepping in, approaching you with a giddy face. “Well, where did we leave off?”
“You heard him. Her.”
“Aw, don't be a spoilsport!” She looks at your groin and sighs. “Oh well – guess we’re not gonna have fun today.” She shoves you, snickering. “You should be thankful. She's one hell of a mother – letting you sleep with hot bitches like me.”
“We're not exactly relating well to each other.”
“Don't worry – you'll get over it.” She leans close, giggling. “Once she gets her pussy licked clean by Mom, she'll forget all about being a guy. Say – did you really sleep with your dad?”
The sudden lungful of air chokes you. “What do you mean!?”
“The doors are kinda thin here. I heard about his plan to rescue you. Like I said – hell of a mother.”
“You're gonna ruin his plan, aren't you?”
She snerks and grins. “Naw! Like I said – once he's inside your mom a couple days, he'll reconsider. Mom’s phenomenal at convincing people. But I won't rat him out – I admire a guy who loves his family. Like Mom.”
“So, Tessa's also a--”
“See - that's rude!” She stands back, showing you her body. If you didn't know better, you wouldn't suspect there's a man inside Cassie. She's got a banging body, with breasts like huge and juicy grapefruits, a nice, round ass and a thin waist. She's obviously Ashley's younger sister, as you can see the resemblance, except Cassie has a long mane of golden hair reaching her waist.
She mounts atop you, teasing you. “Would you say I'm not a hot, banging chick?”
“Only on the outside.”
“Well, right now, the outside is what matters. Oh, but I've been so rude!” She leans into you, her breasts pressed on your chest and her hair swallowing your vision until only her face can be seen. “My name's Cassandra, but you can call me Cassie. What's your name, babe?”
You try to resist, and she whines. “C'mon! You want me to give you a name? Fine. How about Richard? That way, I can call you 'Dick' every time. 'Hey Dick, I want some of your dick!' Oh, I know! Richard Cummings! No – Richard Richard Cummings! That way, I can call you 'Rich Dick Cummings' - because I'm gonna get some Rich Dick Cum outta you every single day.”
“David,” you grumble. “M'name's David.”
She looks deep between your eyes, then snorts. “Nah. That's a boring name. You're Rich Cummings now.” She grabs your thing and groans. “Well, you’re not very Rich right now, Dick. Guys get their peckers on high mast when they wake up, so...”
You see her stretching her arm aside, and then pointing a pen at you as your consciousness fades away.
“Nighty-night, Dickie!” You have the following choice: 1. Continue |
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