Mike’s ears went hot before he even spoke. “I was always into powerful, strict women. As far as I can remember. And it’s not about the err…equipment a person has, but about the feminine energy, of which you’ve got loads. And you’ve liked crossdressing for a long time, but never did the discipline with anyone but Richard? Sorry if it’s too intrusive. I’m just trying to understand.”
Momma shrugged, curling her shoulders. “I always liked discipline, but with most people it wasn’t sexual. It was with Richard. We’ve been together five years. I thought we’d stay together forever, but he couldn’t accept me like this. No one really could before, as a partner, I mean.”
“Can I…?” Mike gestured for a hug, and when Momma nodded he pulled her into his arms. “Does it bother you that it got sexual? Do you not want that?” He kissed the top of her head.
Her breath was warm as it caressed his throat, but she slowly placed her palm on his chest and leaned into the embrace. “I told you I don’t want to be left heartbroken again. And I worry that this will be the end of your stay here. You’re a great guy, Mike, but you’re gonna leave eventually.”
Mike swallowed, barely containing all the protective feelings flaring in his chest. He wanted to always have his eye on his Momma to make sure she was safe, and how would he do that if he moved out? “What if I didn’t go? There’s no rush. And we clearly enjoy each other’s company…”
Momma looked up, her eyes tense. “What are you getting from this, Mike?”
Now the heat spread to Mike’s cheeks as well. “You’re just… I don’t know. The whole package. You’re tender and sweet but then you can bring me to my knees with your voice alone.”
Momma stepped closer, her eyes pinning Mike in place. “And that’s what you want? For Momma to show you your place? Is that something you’ve been always into?”
Mike nodded quickly, not even blinking. The moment she stepped into his personal space, his dick always responded with a salute. “Yeah. I want to be a good boy and do as Momma says, and take any punishment she deems necessary.”
Momma swallowed hard. “Did you always have…incestuous fantasies?”
“Yeah, but not about my mom. You know what I mean?”
Momma nodded, gathering her apron at the front of her skirt. “Is it about liking a woman in power? And a mother is just that but nurturing?”
“Yes. I’m not into the cold, dominant bitch. You’re strict, but then give me a hug for being a good boy.” He dared to smile, trying to find understanding in her eyes. When he found it, it was as if she’d taken his heart in her hands and massaged it.
“Because you try being good even when you’re bad,” Momma said and briefly pinched Mike’s cheek.
He instantly smiled wider. “I do. I just need my Momma’s guidance when I stray off the path. And I can be a naughty boy… What can I say? My teenage hormones get the best of me.”
Momma chuckled and covered her mouth, squeezing the apron tighter. “You’re doing this on purpose!”
Mike spread his arms and winked. “What do you like about it? About being Momma? About punishing me this way?”
Momma groaned and let go of the fabric. “I have no idea. It’s just…the aesthetic I like merges with discipline when I’m in this role. I can’t explain it, but having this unruly teenager under my roof is so, so hot.”
“And the incest thing? Is it an extra element of control? Because he is stuck here and has to submit?” Mike wiggled his eyebrows, turned on by just talking about it.
Momma’s hands hit his chest, but it was a gesture of annoyance rather than anger. “I don’t know. It just gets to me. It’s this forbidden fruit.”
Mike closed her fists in his and leaned down to nuzzle her temple. “Like you were last night. The forbidden fruit.”
It felt as if Momma’s skin twitched in response to his touch. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“What if we…?” And he couldn’t believe he was saying it. “Were in a relationship? Would that make you less anxious about things?”
She stepped back so abruptly the glass of water on the table she knocked into rattled, almost falling over. Wide, anxious eyes stared at Mike for what seemed like forever, but then Momma was pulling back, trying to escape the trap of Mike’s arms.
“Mike, we can’t. This is a bad idea.”
Now she just sounded like a character from a soap opera. Even though it was him who’d denied wanting a relationship before, living with Momma made it clear just how much he enjoyed the kind of domesticity they shared. She was nothing like his past girlfriends. The demands she had were strict and structured, yet she was the one taking the responsibility for him and caring about his well being.
It was about much more than getting his laundry done, and eating home-cooked meals. She provided the kind of loving domination he craved while also being a sweet partner he could care for. He wanted to always carry her groceries and mow the lawn while she baked him cookies and kept him in line.
“Oh, come on. Why not?”
Momma fled to the other side of the kitchen, where she started adjusting spices in the rack in erratic, sharp movements. “Because you’re going to get bored. It’s gonna happen. Just weeks ago you didn’t want anything more. You couldn’t have changed so suddenly.”
“Last night was pretty life-changing, if you ask me.”
Momma dropped one of the little bottles and quickly placed it back, sighing in exasperation. “That’s what it is. I’m a novelty. I understand, but please be reasonable.”
“I am being reasonable! I want it all! I want the discipline, and the sex, and the living together.” Now that he was saying it, he could hardly believe he’d initially rejected the idea of being with Momma.
“You can’t make such decisions just because the sex was good! You’re too impulsive.”
Mike groaned. “I’m a teenager after all.”
“No, Mike. You’re thirty-two.”
And despite his age, Mike pouted and crossed his arms. “Fine.”
Momma gave a low sigh and slowly turned around, watching him with a blank expression. “People don’t make life-changing decisions just like that. You should take your time thinking about this, Michael.”
To that, he couldn’t say ‘no’. Still with a pout, he said, “Yes, Momma,” but the bitterness of rejection trumped even the sweet taste of biscuit in his mouth. When Momma gave him a list of chores to do in the garden, he was actually glad for it, because it hurt too much to be in the same room with her. They’d shared an amazing connection last night, and he knew that she must have felt it too.
All was not lost as long as he wasn’t getting kicked out of the house that he already called home.
Chapter 8
Mike exhausted every single option of garden work. He’d trimmed the bushes again, watered the flowers, repaired a piece of the fence, and even adjusted the garden gnome whose feet were somewhat wonky.
Still, with Momma not calling him in, he didn’t want to intrude after the difficult conversation they’d had earlier. So he started weeding. Maybe by the time it got dark Momma would have mercy on him and invite him in for dinner.
It was a quiet area, so he could hear a vehicle approaching from far away, taking his attention from the boredom of weeding, but when he spotted the car pulling up to their driveway, he rose.
“Like hell you will…”
Mike’s nostrils flared, and he took a few steps forward to block the way.
It was the same damn Vauxhall Richard had driven before, and if the bastard thought he could bother poor Momma again, he had another thing coming.
And sure enough, Richard was behind the wheel, his mouth set the moment he spotted Mike. Disregarding the fact that there was someone standing in his way, he moved into the driveway and stopped just inches from Mike’s legs.
Mike put his hand on the hood of the car. He glared at the man through the windshield.
“You going somewhere, Rich?”
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nbsp; Richard’s nostrils expanded as if he were a bull, and he exited the car, slamming the door as he attempted to walk past Mike, completely ignoring his presence.
“Where do you think you’re going, huh?” Mike rushed after him and grabbed his arm, unceremoniously pulling Richard away from the door. “Momma said she doesn’t want to see you.”
Richard eyed the hand on his shoulder and frowned. “It’s none of your business what’s going on between Jeremy and me, so fuck off.”
“The lady doesn’t want to be called that, so yeah, it is my business if you’re being hurtful to her!” Mike stood in front of Richard to make the point even clearer. “I can pass a message if you want.”
Richard gave a chuckle. “Lady? Yeah, right. You one of those pervs? Into chicks with dicks? That’s what you call it?”
“You just completely don’t get who she is, do you?” Mike’s blood thudded toward his fists, as if urging him to punch. “You can call me a perv all you want, but don’t go anywhere near her, I warn you. And it’s kinda funny to be called a perv by a guy who likes getting whipped. Get over yourself.”
Richard swallowed, and a bright red flush crept to his face. “That’s fucking private. Should I tell you what sick shit Jeremy is into, or do you already know?”
Mike stepped closer, getting into the guy’s face. “Oh, I know all about it. I’ve gotten spanked, had my mouth soaped, and did corner time. I loved every minute of it. Doesn’t mean my punch to your face will be any weaker if you don’t leave. I’m not letting you anywhere near her. She’s the most sensitive lady I know, and if you hurt her feelings again, I will fucking wreck you!”
Richard stared back at him in silence, but in the end he shook his head with a long exhale. “Look, my stuff is in that house. I moved to a new place, and I need it back, it’s simple as that.”
Mike made his stance less confrontational. “Okay. Come back tomorrow, I’ll make sure Momma’s out shopping.” He took out his business card and passed it to Richard. “Let’s keep this civil, mate, okay? We all want the same thing.”
Richard took the card reflexively, but his mouth twisted into a grimace. “Are you fucking kidding me? You’re not his keeper.”
“I am dead serious. You arrange it with me, or you can say goodbye to your shit. Maybe I’m not there yet, but give it a few months, and I will be.”
Richard’s gaze gravitated to the house once more, but then he pushed Mike’s card into his pocket and returned to his car without a word. He backed out of the driveway with such aggression Mike was surprised he hadn’t driven into the hedge on the other side of the road. Within seconds, he was gone, leaving Mike with dust and gas fumes in the air.
Mike exhaled deeply, but the creak of the door behind him made him rapidly turn on his heel. “Oh hey, it was just Jehovah's witnesses. I didn’t know they actually travel out into the countryside.”
Momma stared at him with an unreadable expression, and for a few moments time seemed to stand still. He moved toward her the instant she reached out. He wasn’t sure what it meant, but he sure as hell took her delicate hand as soon as it was offered.
“I fixed the fence.”
“You fixed many things, Michael,” she whispered, taking him into the house. “And chased away that mean man.”
Mike sucked his lips in embarrassment. “I was hoping you didn’t see him. I don’t want him to say all those hurtful things to you, Momma.”
She exhaled, watching him with a soft gaze that held him captivated even as she leaned in and put her arms around him. “Thank you. He makes Momma feel bad every time he comes around. You are a good boy, Michael.”
He hugged her tightly, picking her up for a second. “I care for you so much, Momma. I never want anyone to hurt you.”
When Mike put Momma down, there was something strangely vulnerable in her gaze, and she rubbed his chest, not yet stepping away. “I care for you too, Mike.”
Hearing that with his real name hit him so hard he had to take a deep breath to steady himself. “I really do want to make things work,” he said in a quieter voice. “I’m sorry if I’ve pushed too hard last night.”
Momma smirked and leaned in for their noses to meet. “You didn’t.”
Mike crossed the barrier of the last inch and kissed her lips, unbothered about getting lipstick over his face. He wanted her to know just how devoted he could be if she truly let him into her world. The little intake of breath she made just before their mouths met had him pull her even closer as she turned into jelly in his arms, leaning in with her entire body.
By the time they parted, Mike was getting so hot he wished he could just remove his shirt and keep holding her close to his bare chest.
“Can I stay here, Momma? Prove to you that I mean it, that I’m in for the long haul?”
She swallowed hard, gently stroking his face with the tips of her fingers. “You can, but only if you willingly accept punishment for what you have done last night. Seducing your Momma like this…you should be ashamed of yourself.”
Mike’s cheeks flushed hot within a second, and he watched her more intensely. The word ‘punishment’ hit him like a red hot poker. “I’m sorry, Momma,” he rasped. “I shouldn’t have come to your bed and done all those things, but I woke up horny in the middle of the nigh—”
“Do close your mouth, Michael. It was unacceptable,” she said harshly and squeezed his jaw.
This time blood drained from his face and went straight to his cock. “I’m sorry, Momma,” he whispered, not flinching even as her long nails dug into his cheeks.
“Sorry is not good enough. You need to take your punishment, or else!” she said, eventually stepping back. With spunk in her gait she strolled to the kitchen, her flared dress dancing with each tilt of her hips.
Mike followed with a mix of dread and excitement. This would not be pleasant, and yet he couldn’t wait, ready to have the lovely lady half his size bruise and discipline him.
The kitchen smelled of butter and sugar, the cakes and cookies draped all over the windows and counters like the embodiment of the peace he was disturbing. He gasped when Momma pulled him closer, staring him down even though she was shorter.
“Give me your belt.”
He swallowed, but handed it over without hesitation. His stomach clenched, heart rapidly speeding up when he saw the thick leather in her manicured hands.
She looped it and tapped it against her open palm a few times, as if still contemplating what her intentions were. Slowly, she backed away, her heels clicking in the sexiest of ways. “This won’t work. I’d get too sweaty,” she said before putting the belt down. Her fingers unfastened the top button of her coat dress.
Button by button, she shed her outfit in a matter-of-fact way which Mike was sure was a striptease anyway. Then off came the petticoat, which left Momma in an elaborate set of vintage-style lingerie, silky bullet bra included. The girdle, attached to the stockings, molded her like a corset, but there was undoubtedly a very excited cock straining the front of the tight garment.
“Don’t look at your Momma like that, Michael, or you will go straight to hell.”
“Yes, Momma, sorry,” he mumbled, trying to keep his breathing in check when she once again picked up the belt.
With a sigh of exasperation, she slapped the leather strap on a counter next to her. “Pull down your trousers and brace yourself against the table.”
The words themselves made Mike sweat into his T-shirt, and the humiliation of having to lower the trousers himself, in front of a person so much physically weaker, had his cock rock hard and throbbing. He opened his jeans and pulled them down all the way to his knees before bending over.
“Is this okay, Momma?” he wanted to say but only managed a whisper.
She approached him in slow steps, silent as if he didn’t deserve an answer. The cool air brushed the backs of Mike’s thighs as she moved behind him, watching, considering where to hit and how hard.
The smack was unexpectedly har
sh, and Mike clenched his hands into fists.
“Do you remember what you’re getting punished for, Michael?”
“For sneaking into your room, Momma.”
Another hit across the buttocks made him clench them hard. “Yes, and what else?”
He dug his teeth into his lip to stop himself from crying out, but as the burn eased, turning into a tingly feeling, he caught his breath and spoke.
“T-touching momma.”
“How?”
“Inappropriately.” His breath trembled when she moved the looped belt against his buttocks, sliding the leather across his cotton-clad ass. And yet his dick was already leaking pre-cum.
“That is right, Michael. You’ve seduced your own Momma.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Pull down your briefs, Michael. You need to understand who runs this house.”
His mind was getting floaty, and when he didn’t react in an instant, the smack of leather to his arse reminded him to. Soon enough, he urgently pushed his briefs down like his jeans, leaving his arse exposed to more punishment.
The next three licks of the belt came in short sequence and without a word, leaving him clenching his eyes shut to keep from crying.
A sudden swat to the back of his neck had him choking on air, but when his eyes opened, meeting Momma’s, he remained completely speechless.
“Whining like a baby. You’re fast approaching adulthood, Michael. You should have better control of yourself by now,” Momma said and stuffed a clean hand towel into his mouth, forcing in as much fabric as she could fit.
He sniffed, giving her a guilty look, but accepted the punishment without question.
“Go on, spread your legs, show me that piece of you that seems to get you in trouble so much. A big boy should be using his brain more, instead of succumbing to his animalistic needs.” As she said so, she tapped his balls with the belt, leaving him to sweat even more.
“It would have been bad enough if you got a girl pregnant, but putting your dirty, undeserving hands on your momma? Despicable,” she hissed and delivered a sharp smack to Mike’s bare ass.
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